I'd like to undress you, everything you're wearing and dress you the way I want, Persian theme, why not, a decorated heavy collar around your neck, with little chains dangling, tiny chains decorating it, I'd leave your chest uncovered, your breasts decorated with silver around them, bangles around your torso, wrists and ankles, with little bells that'd make gentle music when I'd be fucking you, your nipples stretched with little weights hanging from them and connected to the collar, bells on them as well; heavy make up on your eyes and lips and earrings hanging heavy from your ears, many layers of thin silk around you, veils, and you completely naked underneath, naked but filled from both entrances with the devices I'd have put there, remote controlled, teasing you, torturing you, making you drool while you nuzzle my feet and kiss them, worship them unable to look up at me. And then I'd fuck you for as long as I'd want to and the soft music of the bells would fill the room and when I was satisfied I'd just leave you there, fucked and sticky. But it wouldn't be bad, would it?, because the only one hurting would be you.

Because some good sex stuff most certainly heals the soul a tiny bit.
taken from Harry.