Mistress
I was unable to complete the task you set me. I left your domaine and walked uncomfortably in the rain to the tube. I felt like James Dean in the poster. It was as though your cruelty had drained every ounce of energy from me.

But I was happy that you had tried to extend the limits of my orifices and assaulted my senses of sight, touch, smell and taste.

I looked at the ordinary late night shoppers carrying their retail comforts with disdain. We who know and need strong sensations are the truly extraordinary. I know I will need those sensations again.

-My reply was:
I am disappointed that you failed in your task. However, I am pleased that my efforts to extend your experience and push your boundaries weren't wasted.

I considered your role as a 'slave' to be one where it was necessary for unexpected and perhaps unwelcome discomforts to be suffered in order for you to appreciate the experience you had requested. Your comments about laying your own towels for the golden shower prompted this...

In any case, I look forward to your next visit.

-His discomfort was due to the tobasco carefully painted on his genitals.