Fragment of a dream

She was... well, kneeling isn't the word... but, knees on the floor, but out to the side as her ankles were tied to the bottom of the legs on the table she was in front of, her arms stretched behind her by ropes leading off to the tops of the other legs, her back touching the table. Her nude flesh a canvas for the hot wax dripping on her... breast, stomach, thighs, all getting attention, differnt colors creating random patterns, its beauty dimmed by the beauty of her... the expressions she made, the little sounds, the way she moved...