Jamie’s entire body tensed as Carl’s arms wrapped around her; she was entirely expecting to be flung around and manhandled, but her feet were still firmly on the ground. Instead of overpowering her, it appeared as though Carl was going to engage her in a little bit of psychological warfare. Pfft…whatever…there wasn’t a damn thing he could say that would make her fall for whatever ridiculous plan he was concocting. At least…that’s what Jamie had thought, until Carl just about –dared- her to do it, to prove to him and Nadia that being tied down wasn’t scary. CHICKEN?! How dare he insinuate she was even remotely afraid of a little thing like getting trussed up! Jamie certainly wasn’t scared of being tied down to something and unable to move for an extended period of time while two strangers did who-the-fuck-knew-what to her.<br/><br/>…Alright, so maybe she was a –little- scared. But Carl didn’t need to know that. Jamie wanted to be a Domme first and foremost, so being scared right now wasn’t doing to do anything for the image she wanted to convey. Sure, she wanted to try to be a Sub on occasion, but that was just for the sake of switching things up and not falling into a rut. Besides, what sort of Domme would she look like if she was afraid to do the things she was asking her Sub to do?<br/><br/>Ugh…stupid, macho, manipulative jerkface! She’d get him for this!<br/><br/>“Fine…I’ll do it.” Her voice came out with a soft growl coated around it. Damn Carl and damn his plotting! Well maybe being tied up would be good…she’d have nothing better to do than to think about how to exact her own revenge against Carl while the two of them bumbled around and tried to figure out what to do with a Domme in Sub’s clothing. So she let Carl herd her along over towards the table where Nadia stood near. Apparently her discomfort was also making Nadia a little hesitant. So Jamie tried her best to put her game face back on, trying to find the mindset of confident Domme once more to help soothe her own trepidations about being tied up.<br/><br/>“I’m fine…but thanks for being worried for me. I do want to try…it’ll help me understand what it’s like for you and other Subs. Maybe it’ll make me a better Domme.” Jamie shrugged with a smile. Then she stood up on tiptoe to give Nadia a light kiss on the cheek, just because the redhead was adorable. Then her fingers lightly plucked at the centerline of the shirt the other girl had put back on. “I hope this is coming back off sometime soon, as cute as you look with it on, I’d like it better off.” Jamie glanced behind her at Carl.<br/><br/>“Alright Carl! Nadia! Let’s get this show on the road!” She wriggled her way out of the tall athlete’s arms and moved to go sit on the tabletop and wait patiently. “Oh…and I guess my word is -platypus-“ Just the image that came with the word made her grin and she felt a little better knowing that if things got terrible she had a word that would make it all stop; as well as a humorous image of a ridiculous animal to hopefully pick her spirits back up.