Helliot and Greg are asleep in one another’s arms, and I’m laying here, staring at the ceiling. The orgasmic bliss part is long passed, and all I’m left with now is the guilt that comes with being a domme.
I know that they want me to do this stuff to them. I know that they enjoy it. I know that they like it. I know that Greg enjoys it when I squeeze his balls until he feels like they’re going to pop. But I also know that it hurts. A lot.
I know that Helliot likes it when I tell her to shut up and keep licking, but I feel bad. She’s my friend.
I go through this a lot after scenes. And I know that it means I’m not getting my needs met. The dominant needs aftercare too, but I so often skip it. I held Greg and told him that I loved him, that he was a good man and a good person. I told him that he made me proud, that I was impressed with how much pain he was able to take.