I feel bad.
I was too rough.
But you had been in my head all day.
Every idle moment I was thinking of you
and the games we could play.
I could almost taste the rich sweetness of your submission.
So I was hungry.
Very hungry.
The ropes were a little too tight.
The discipline a little too stern.
It was too rough.
Too hard.
Too primal.
So now I feel bad.
She paid
for
Your sins.