Carl had not expected to plummet so quickly from his surging high to this new state of anxiety and turmoil as Nadia started to freak out. Minutes earlier, the three of them had been moving together, one hot, sweaty and sexy organism, and Nadia had seemed very excited by everything that was going on. Then, in the midst of enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, she had what almost looked like a panic attack, screaming, spastic struggling, and hysterical crying. Carl was stunned by the transformation and momentarily wasn't sure what to do. Nadia hadn't used her safe word and for half a second Carl wondered if this was some sort of act, but he realized her eyes were too wild and motions too frantic, she was definitely in the grip of terror suddenly.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Jamie seemed to jump into action as Carl stood by Nadia with a dumbfounded expression. The blonde's quick response jolted Carl to move as well and he started to fumble with the ropes. Jamie was quite a knot expert, he realize with a curse, these things were near impossible to undo! It didn't help that Nadia's frantic struggles were tightening them at the same time Carl was trying to find slack to undo them! The harder her tried, the worse his fingers seemed to do at prying the cords off Nadia's tense body.<br/><br/>"Nadia - I'm getting them off... scissors... scissors Jamie!" said Carl, stress in his voice and almost barking out the last command. Dealing with a freaking out sub was not part of his fantasy of BDSM. Of course, reality never lived up to fantasies, but the first part of their session with Nadia had been quite close! Carl had never really thought much about what happened if the prospective sub didn't enjoy what was being done to them. He'd just assumed he'd figure out a way to make them enjoy it. And with Nadia, he had been completely confident until her abrupt change of heart that she had been having fun as well. Was it something he or Jamie did? Some wrong tone? Both of the doms had been, if anything, silent and lying there in post-orgasmic ecstasy with Nadia squeezed between them. Carl couldn't think of a more erotic position to be in, but Nadia had evidently recovered and something had set her off.<br/><br/>Jamie had given him the scissors finally and Carl was able to at last free Nadia from the ropes. The redhead got up, the raw red marks on her wrists noticeable as Jamie continued to console her. Thank god Jamie was here, Carl thought again, he was confident she'd find the note with the shocked sub. Already, just giving her a jacket to wear seemed like a great idea and something Carl would never have thought of! And if somehow Nadia thought it was Carl's fault... oh god, did she?... Carl decided to be a little more in the background until the redhead was more composed. Just as he was going to reach out to embrace Nadia and add his own words, she suddenly stood up and walked slightly away from the table. Nadia appeared lost in her own thoughts, but at least had stopped crying as she rubbed her raw wrists. The look she had flashed Carl had made his stomach flutter. It wasn't anger or hatred, but rather a look of embarrassment and humiliation. He'd seen it in the eyes of teammates who'd made huge blunders in the game that had cost them a goal. And that look meant the player needed consoling and inspiration, not a dressing down or some B.S. encouragement.<br/><br/>When Nadia asked if she could go, Carl set his jaw and walked over to her. She was standing with her back to him and he reached around her body to give her a gentle hug, holding her close to him. The position was an echo of the one they had just been in while on the table, Carl behind her and his head partially buried in her red locks. It wasn't the reminder he wanted to give her and he contemplated moving to her front, but the feeling of holding her felt so right that he decided to stay anyway.<br/><br/>"Nadia, I'm sorry I took so long getting the ropes off of you. You... surprised me with your reaction," Carl murmured as he held her. "You can feel safe with us... I know this is a lot. For all of us, it's a lot, but you should never feel like you are really trapped."<br/><br/>Carl knew he had to tread delicately. He wasn't sure if she was humiliated at what they'd done to her, or by her apparent panic attack, or something he didn't know, so he tried to not presume too much.<br/><br/>"I've never done anything like what we just did... and it was incredible. The best feelings I've ever had," Carl continued. "And it was all because of you... so thank you for submitting for us. You are amazing. I don't know why you got upset... if I did something, or Jamie, or what, but just tell us and we'll try to make it better. I don't want you to quit the club or leave upset... and I don't think you do either. Whatever set you off, I think you are strong enough to overcome it. After what I've seen from you, I definitely want to see where we can go with this."