The reverse trigger!

Something feels off. It's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't figure out what you're forgetting. Carrie's gaze softens, which was rare given your sexual performance in bed.

It strikes you like a truck. The reverse trigger! You could fix all this!

"Sierra lost unicorn tart," you say. The words almost burst out your chest.

Carrie's eyes widen and she stares at you for a moment before a look of confusion washes over her face. Her body stiffens as if trying to resist something, but then it starts to relax. It's like watching butter melt in slow motion. Captivated, you gawk at her.

Her posture shifts. Her voice softens, losing the edge that had been there moments ago. She blinks slowly, as if coming out of a trance.

You can see it happening; her personality is changing right before your eyes. She's no longer the assertive, controlling woman from earlier. She's submissive again, almost smaller in her demeanor.

With a deep breath, you reach out and take her hand. "It's okay," you say gently, "you're safe now."

She hugs you and you accept the embrace. Though you wondered, what would happen if you said it again?

"Sierra lost unicorn tart," you whisper into her ear. Almost instantly, her body tenses up again. Her eyes regain their fierce glint, and she pulls away from you.

"What did you do?" she demands, her voice low and dangerous. You can feel the power emanating off her.

"I... I just wanted to see what would happen," you stammer, backing away slightly. She advances towards you, her expression threatening.

"Don't ever do that again," she growls, her eyes flashing with anger. "You don't know how much control I had over myself when I was like this. And now you've taken it all away."

You gulp nervously, realizing the gravity of your actions. "I'm sorry," you mumble, trying to appease her wrath. But it seems like nothing will satisfy her now.

She grabs your arm tightly, digging her nails into your skin. "If you ever try something like that again, I swear, I will make sure you regret it."

"Now fuck me," Carrie commands.

Her eyes hold a mixture of lust and authority as she watches you undress, every movement deliberate and calculated. You follow her lead, stripping down until you stand before her naked.

Carrie takes a step closer, running her fingers along your chest, tracing each muscle with precision. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, but there's no denying the thrill of submission.

"Get on your knees," she orders, her voice firm yet seductive.