Apologize

"I'm sorry." you whisper.

"What was that?"

"I said I'm sorry."

Anastasia sat up. The blanket fell off her chest, and you couldn't help but stare.

"If you want me to forgive you?" You nod. "Then say, 'I'm sorry, Mistress.'"

⚄⚃ - 1 (Charisma) = 8

"What?!" Your eyes snap to her face, and you see neither anger nor hurt there, just lustful anticipation. "You... you were never mad! You were just... fucking around with me!"

⚅⚀ + 2 (Physical) = 9

She opens her mouth to say something, probably about your choice of words, but you grab her, and pull her off of the bed. the blanket comes with her, tangling up her feet, but also cushioning her when her knees land on the ground. She looks up, and is surprised by how angry you look, realizing that you had been nervous, and afraid of messing up.

"Sorry." she says, and looks away.

In heartbeat, you know what to do for your revenge. You gently turn her face back towards yours, and say, in the sweetest voice you can, "You mean 'I'm sorry, Mistress.' don't you?" You can practically feel the shiver run through her body.

"I'm sorry... Mistress." You enjoy it, you realize, to look down on her, naked and kneeling before you, calling you mistress, more than just a petty revenge. Your train of thought is stopped when Anastasia grabs your leg, leans in, and kisses your thigh.

You consider your options. You like this, that's certain, but she did it without you telling her to, and you're not sure if that means you should punish her, or reward her. Or maybe just move her somewhere else, you've never had oral before...