Upside Down
slipping into my dominatrix role with ease.
    “I don’t know, Mark. Your behavior was appalling. How can I let you get away with that, my disobedient boy?”
    No t quite registering my change in attitude, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up as he stood up, held me tight and buried his face in my hair. Although I couldn’t see his face anymore, the panic was crystal clear in his voice.
    “Please, Carol, please. I’ll do anything f or you to forgive me.”
    Without warning, I swatted his round butt then laughed when he yelped in shock. “What did you call me, naughty boy? You know better than that.”
    My tone and actions dawn on him, telling Mark that everything was back to normal between us, so he relaxed his arms around me. I pulled away and stood a foot away waiting for his next move. He gazed at me for a while as if trying to gauge the situation. He still seemed unsure. It was like watching a baby trying to walk for the first time looking around to calculate the risks, the potential dangers, before taking his first step.
    “I’m sorry, Madam , I was out of line. I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”
    “That’s more like it ,” I smacked his crotch with an open hand. He flinched but didn’t say a word. He was a great submissive. “Sit back down and cross your hands behind your head.”
    He d id exactly that then looked at me, waiting. All the confusion, all the hurt, all the self-doubt had gone away from his face. He might have felt a little uncomfortable, even self-conscious; after all, he had yelled at his boss. Hell, he had yelled at his Dominatrix! He knew that kind of thing would never go unpunished and I bet he was weighing out his options. But, I knew the Domme was precisely what Mark needed at that moment. Reassurance. A situation he understood, with rules he knew by heart, where he could feel comfortable again. And that was what I decided to give him.
    “Don’t ever doubt me or yourself, again, my dear pet,” I grabbed his chin and lifted his head. “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t respect you, if I didn’t like you. I’ve never promised you love, have I?”
    “No, Madam.”
    “Have I ever promised you an old-fashioned, traditional relationship?”
    “No, Madam.”
    “Do you want that now? Because if you do you’ll have to look for it somewhere else.”
    “No, Madam, I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone but you.”
    “Wise words, my pet. Nonetheless, you know I need to punish you for your bad behavior.”
    “Yes, Madam, I do.”
    “I’ll have to come up with something we’ve never done before because you were way out of line. You know that, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Madam.”
    “My mind is a blank , though. I need some time to think. I need inspiration.”
    I straddled him then sat on his lap.
    “I love this position . It gives me a lot of freedom to play with you,” I said it as I rubbed myself up and down his crotch.
    He d idn’t blink as I stared into his beautiful eyes but his breathing got elaborate. He managed to whisper something, though.
    “I’m all your s, Madam.”
    Mark and I ha d been together for little more than a year. We both enjoyed rough sex, although, on rare occasions, we would be in the mood for regular vanilla sex. More often than not, I played dominatrix to his submissive and we both loved it. He used to get into his role very quickly. That night it took him longer to do that because he had been so out of control, I guess.
    Ours was a good relationship because he was a very willing sub; I was an extremely creative Domme. And at that moment, he needed me to show him everything was going to turn out fine between us. He needed me to give him stability, to restore the balance he had broken when he had reacted like that to Dave’s phone call. That was very clear for me. I had to make it sure it was clear for him, too.
    “Every time a sub defies a Mistress, or a Master, the scales are tipped off and the resulting chaos can ruin the relationship

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