Upside Down (7 page)

“Mark, honey,
please, calm down,” I put a hand on his thigh but withdrew it when he recoiled from my touch. It was too soon. “Bear in mind that you heard only one side of the conversation. You don’t know what Dave was saying to me. Plus, you don’t know who he is.”

“Right now
, I have the feeling I don’t know
you
at all, Carol. And that hurts more than anything else. I thought you respected me. I even thought you liked me.”

The raw emotions in his
beautiful dark green eyes and the intense hurt in his voice got to me. I was beginning to get angry again at his self-doubt and apparent childish behavior but I had to admit I had truly hurt Mark. The correspondent pang in my heart at that realization surprised me a little. I knelt between his legs, put both hands on his thighs and held him firmly, looking straight into his eyes.

“Don’t say
such things, Mark. I respect and like you. You know me better than most people. Damn, you know I need stuff before I even know it myself. The little gestures, the little things you do for me show me how much you care. I love these little things and I would never hurt you intentionally. This time, it seems I have done so. Unintentional, as it might have been, your hurt is real and I’m sorry I caused it.”

I risk
ed moving my hands up, towards his chest and my body closer to his. Mark didn’t say a word but didn’t stop my gesture, either. I crossed my arms behind his neck and stared at him, gauging his reaction. He didn’t blink and his expression was still dark.

“I can give you
more details, as many as you want, some other time but, for now, I’ll go straight to point of the matter. Dave is my oldest and best friend in the world. We’ve known each other since we were kids. Our families have known each forever. I must warn you, though, he is a gorgeous man. I mean, he is Hollywood plus top model kind of gorgeous. But he’s completely, utterly unavailable to me,” I stopped and smiled hoping to get at least a faint smile back. I still got no reaction from him, so I continued. “He is married.”

“
So?”

“To another man, Mark.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

I gave him some time to process the information. I could feel the muscles on his shoulders relaxing under my hands then tensing up again. Only that time he looked embarrassed rather than angry. I held his chin and tipped his head up so that he would meet my eyes again when he let it fall to his chest.

“Hey, don’t
be ashamed, sweetie. I understand why you thought I was talking to somebody I had a romantic relationship with because I do love Dave and he does love me. It’s just a different kind of love. Besides, you are right. I told you I had never loved anybody but I meant romantic love, not brotherly love.”

“Carol, I
’m so sorry I snapped like that. I had no right.”

“
Hmm, I don’t know about having rights or not but let me see if I can remember all your misdeeds,” I sat back on my heels to count his actions in my fingers, speaking slowly to emphasize his bad behavior. “You were pissed off at me; you shouted at me; you demanded things from me; you almost broke my plates throwing them in the sink; you said I don’t respect you - shall I continue, my pet?”

He look
ed crestfallen and a little shaken.

“I’m in trouble
here, aren’t I?”

“Well,
ordinarily, I’d be angry at any person for much less than that.”

“
I know! Forgive me, Carol, please. Don’t be angry at me. I couldn’t bear it,” he sounded downright terrified.

He knew he had stepped out of line and I realized I would have to set things straight between us. Raising an eyebrow and
making a show of looking him from head to toe as if he were a rare specimen, I spoke in a colder, more distant tone of voice, therefore 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 for both of them. That’s why punishment is so important. Do you understand that?”

“I think I do, Madam.”

“Then explain it to me, pet.”

“I disrespected you when I yelled and
demanded an explanation from you, so you need to show me my place.”

“That’s not all there’s to it, Mark. When you broke the balance
between us, you lost your footing in the process, too. You felt vulnerable and insecure, didn’t you?’

He th
ought for a while before answering me.

“Yes, I did
, Madam.”

“
Restoring the balance is more than only showing you who is in charge here, then. And it’s definitely not about humiliating you. It’s about giving you your self-confidence back. Always remember this: I may be in charge but you’re not passive,” I paused for a heartbeat. “On the contrary, you’re an active participant. Being submissive is different from being passive because your limits are the boundaries we never cross. I’ll never push you over those limits. And when you know your limits, you know your strengths, too.”

“Yes, Madam, I understand that.”

I smiled wickedly at him as I framed his face in my hands and slid up and down his lap, pressing myself down on him.

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes! I was looking for inspiration
,” I leaned and captured his mouth in my hungry lips.

* * * *

As I deepened the kiss, I let go of his face, unfastened the top button of his shirt very slowly and pulled at his chest hair. My mouth muffled his moan but the air vibrated inside it as my tongue slid against his. For each button I loosened, I kissed Mark harder. I bit the corner of his mouth, sucked his lower lip. I ran my tongue over his teeth. I played with his sweet tongue. All the time I was doing so, I moved my body up and down his lap, caressing him in the most intimate way with my own eager body. By the time I finished opening his shirt, we were both out of breath and I could feel his member as hard as steel under me. It was throbbing but so was I.

“I
’ll allow you to keep that erection because I actually enjoy your beautiful shaft,” I smiled against his bruised lips. “But I’ll punish you if you move any other muscle of your heavenly body, my pet. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Good boy,” I pecked him on the lips one more time. “I have an idea.”

I t
ook off the scarf I was wearing as a belt and blindfolded him. I felt his body tensing up under me because he wasn’t fond of not being able to see. But Mark knew he was at fault so he didn’t utter a sound. I nibbled at his ear lobe and his breathing quickened in response but he kept perfectly still. I licked a sensitive spot under his ear before kissing my way down his neck until his collar bone. I grazed it biting him softly without breaking the skin. He shuddered.

“I know you are uncomfortable, Mark
, but I promise it will be worth your while,” I whispered inside his ear, tracing it with my tongue as my fingers stretched and played with his nipples. I got a faint gasp for an answer. “Besides, think of the blindfold not as punishment or a barrier because when you can’t see, all your other senses open up for you.”

My
hands traveled south as I spoke, caressing his smooth chest and stomach. His body reacted eagerly to my touch as I noticed when I grabbed his groin. I had to smile at the hard bulge under my hand since it was all the proof I needed to make my point.

“I see you agree with that so l
et’s move to the bedroom, shall we?”

I st
ood up and pulled him to myself. He stumbled up and walked ahead of me towards my room as I guided him by the waist. We had a few laughs each time he bumped into a wall or tripped over something on the floor. When we got inside the room I helped him climb up on the bed.

“On your knees
. In the center of the bed. Hands behind your head. I don’t want to tie you up. Keep your hands clasped together.”

He d
idn’t say a word and assumed the position as he was told to do. To reward his good behavior, I swatted his round, perfect backside with my open hand then smoothed the spot. Still, he didn’t move an inch.

I
went through my drawers until I found what I was looking for – a double dildo and a wooden paddle. I hadn’t used the dildo with Mark yet and I was excited about doing it that night. After his angry outburst and unfounded jealousy, I thought that was exactly what we needed. However, that kind of scene is always about power and trust and a woman needed to have an excellent level of intimacy with her partner to be able to pull it off. I had been considering trying that with Mark for a while. The right time had finally come.

I
went back to the bed, put down the rubber thing and the paddle on it to touch his shoulder. I startled him but he tried to hide it. I had to admit that was kind of sweet. I smiled, knowing he couldn’t see me.

“Have you ever been fucked in
your back hole, my pet?”

“Once in college, Madam.”

“Did you like it?”

“Not really, Madam.”

I climbed the bed and knelt before him. I rubbed my thumb over his lower lip before kissing him softly.

“And why was that?”

He thought for a while then answered me.

“I think I was too drunk and the guy was too high on cocaine or something. It was awkward and uncomfortable. After that, I never wanted to try it again.”

“Well, I’ll change that for you tonight.”

He d
idn’t reply because I wasn’t asking him anything and he knew he was just supposed to answer questions but he couldn’t avoid arching an eyebrow. I hit each one of his butt cheeks hard with the wooden paddle and he winced.

“What did I tell you about moving, my naughty boy?”

“Forgive me, Madam. I won’t do it again.”

“This is your last warning. Now, don’t worry your pretty head about anything tonight. Let me take care of your pleasure. Don’t you trust your Domme to do that?”

“Of course I trust you, Madam.”

“Then, relax and enjoy
the ride.”

I grabbed his crotch, squeezed it a
s I suckled and bit one nipple. Hard. He moaned without moving.

“All right, that’s a good boy. Now,
I’ll go away for a while. Sit down on the bed and try to relax, pet. You can put your arms down while you wait. Just keep the blindfold on.”

I
went into the bathroom, took my clothes off then opened a tube of lube to spread a large quantity of it on the larger end of the rubber dildo and inserted it inside me, fastening the straps around my waist. I checked myself in the mirrored wall. The smaller head of the rubber member jutted upwards and I grabbed the tube of lube to grease it. I took the tube with me when I went back to the bedroom.

Before climbing on the huge bed again, I sto
od by the bathroom door in order to watch Mark for a while. Not hearing nor sensing me, he sat on the bed but he was quite fidgety, uncomfortable, edgy, even. I considered calling off the whole thing for a second. Then I remembered the many other times he had played at being my submissive and how much pleasure I had given him, how much he enjoyed testing his own limits. I decided he needed that more than I did. I was going to give him what he needed.

“
Kneel properly on the bed, pet. I don’t want to truss you,” I commanded him.

Climbing
on the bed, I put both hands on his shoulders and moved them down his front. I caressed each muscle, tweaked his nipples, then flicked them, fingered his belly button until I stopped on his waist. I left them there and studied his reaction. He had trouble breathing. There was a thick vein in his neck but he didn’t move an inch.

I smiled to myself and
inserted one wicked finger inside the waistband on his jeans, right behind the button. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. He exhaled only once I withdrew my finger. Then I cupped his crotch, over the jeans, and felt the hard bulge in there. It seemed his jeans would explode any minute. I squeezed him lightly, testing his resolve, but Mark kept his promise not to move a muscle. I smiled again before leaning to kiss him gently on the lips, my hand still covering his length. He opened his mouth for me as I, first, teased him with my tongue; then, I didn’t do anything else. He didn’t move, either. I chuckled softly and palmed him. Another sharp intake of air was his only response.

“You can kiss me back, you know
,” I whispered into his lips.

I d
idn’t need to say it again. Mark twisted his hungry tongue around mine and it was my turn to moan. My own sex was burning, both because of the strap-on and the hunger I sensed in him. Being able to make a man lose control is intoxicating. He hadn’t lost his yet but judging from his reactions I could tell that we were on the right track and moving fast.

I press
ed my upper body against his naked chest as I pulled his shirt off completely then tugged at his chest hair again. He gasped and kissed me harder, twisting his tongue around, inside my mouth, then sucking my upper lip. Although his hands were still firmly clasped behind his head, he was trying to take control of the kiss from me.

I paddle
d his buttocks hard again and he froze in place.

“
Are you trying to overpower me, pet?”

“N
o, I would never, Madam.”

“That’s true. You’ve never tried it before and
I’d say tonight is not the best time to start, considering everything you have already done. Get rid of the rest of your clothes, then kneel back on the bed. I’ll help you keep your balance while you get naked but don’t touch me in any other way.”

He
stood up beside the bed and did exactly what I had instructed him to do. His expression was serious, even a little frightened. He knew he was in too deep but he didn’t know what kind of punishment to expect because he had never been in that kind of tight situation.

“I’ve never really punished you before because you never gave me
a reason to punish you. However, you forgot your place just now. Again. Twice, in the same night. I can’t have that. You need to trust me completely for this to work. You gave me no choice. I’ll need to punish you before we can go back to my original plan for us.”

I g
ave him some time to process the changes I was going to make to our previous scene. I could read his thoughts and emotions clearly on his face but I needed to be sure. Also, he needed reassurance. Being blindfolded made everything harder on him. He couldn’t see my face which meant he couldn’t read my intentions. He had to trust me but in order for him to do that I needed to be truthful and give him details about my actions.

“Do you understand that, pet?
Do you see why I’ll paddle you?”

He relaxe
d a little when I revealed what kind of punishment he would get. I knew he enjoyed a little spanking, the right balance between pain and pleasure. I wouldn’t use a harsher method for his first transgression, anyway. Only, he didn’t know that.

“Yes, Madam
, I’m your sub and it isn’t my place to try to control our scene. I can’t tell you how much sorry I am for having done that, though. I was very excited and I guess I got carried away. Forgive me.”

I underst
ood his reaction. I was even a little flattered by it, but he shouldn’t know that. So, I sounded sterner than I really felt when I went on.

“That’s no excuse for your behavior, is it?”

“No, it isn’t, Madam. I’m sorry.”

“You
will learn, one way or the other,” I grabbed his face in one hand and squeezed his cheeks together, just to emphasize my point, “that once you stop worrying and surrender yourself completely to me, your pleasure will multiply tenfold.”

I
let go of his face then pressed a hand lightly between his shoulder blades.

“Bend forward until your forehead hits the mattress.
Keep your hands behind your head.”

I waited until
he was in position to add.

“
Don’t move. Count aloud as I paddle you.”

When his
bottom was in the air I took my time running a hand over the soft roundness. I kissed each cheek and he inhaled and exhaled deeply. I only hit him after he had relaxed.

“One.”

His voice was even as he counted and each time I paddled him with one hand, I smoothed the spot with the other. We kept this rhythm for a while.

“Twenty,” he
hissed a little that time. I was satisfied, at last.

“Very well, my pet. Let’s try
once more. Kneel in the center of the bed.”

I grab
bed his hair and crashed his lips, invading his mouth with my tongue. I played it rough and Mark kissed me back but didn’t try to take the lead. I palmed his member, which was covered in moisture now, and stroked it softly. But Mark kept his body perfectly still.

“Good boy.
I think there’s hope for you after all,” I laughed and he relaxed again at the sound.

I pull
ed away, stood up and left him alone on the bed. In fact, I did it so he would cool down and because I wanted to play with his head a little, to keep him on the edge of his seat, so to speak.

“Do you trust me to
give you pleasure, Mark?”

“Yes, Madam
, always.”

Good answer. Again, I
was not telling him that. On the contrary, I kept a harsh tone.

“
We’ll see about that. Get on all fours. We’ve just taken care of one transgression - trying to control that kiss. Now, we’ll deal with all the others.”

I caress
ed the reddened skin of his perfect, round rear, opened the tube of lube and squirted a lot of its content on his skin and between his sore cheeks. The coolness formed goose-bumps all over his chafed skin and his muscles quivered. I used my index finger to smear the lube between his cheeks and teased his entrance. He didn’t clench his muscles but hissed.

“
As I told you earlier, you have to trust me for this scene to work. Remember, it is not only about punishing your bad behavior,” I ran both hands over his buttocks, spreading the lube all over the reddened skin to soothe it, as I spoke. “It’s also going to be a way to restore balance and harmony between us. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Madam.”

I tapped the tip of my finger at his entrance again and felt the involuntary movement of his muscles there puckering as he hissed.