Accidentally fell asleep on the couch to old rock ballads. Woke up from the most vivid dream... I was tied to a chair in the middle of my literature seminar, forced to read my most explicit fantasies aloud while my professor and classmates watched. Every time I stumbled over a word, a disembodied hand would spank my exposed ass. The humiliation was unbearable, but my cunt was dripping wet. Woke up throbbing and confused. Why does my subconscious always betray me like this? It's bad enough my waking hours are consumed by these thoughts – now my dreams are staging elaborate public shamings for my secret desires. Maybe I should just accept that my brain is permanently hardwired for submission and degradation. At least in my dreams, I don't have to pretend to be normal.