The blonde arched a confused brow as Kyle pulled away from her hand. Not touch his cock properly? Huh. She thought her gentle touch while they tried to negotiate terms had been plenty proper. Well...except for maybe when she had put his balls in a vice, but even then she had been fairly careful not to push too hard; she wouldn't have done so in the first place if Kyle hadn't pushed her buttons and tried to test her resolve.<br/><br/>Unable to say anything nice with Kyle's final jab at her ego, Jamie decided to say nothing at all. Everyone had their limits. And evidently submitting to a man cumming on her body was one of hers. She merely kept her face a mask: no smirk, no glare...not even a wise ass remark snuck it's way from pouty pink lips. She wasn't bothered by the fact that Kyle didn't want to submit to her. She understood submission wasn't for everyone. It took a special type of person to be able to surrender to a Domme, to trust that the Master knew what was best for the Pet. To give up one's will and let go of their pride to let another's take over.<br/><br/>Well at least...that's how she saw bondage/discipline anyways. Not everyone's ideas about the subject are the same and she didn't expect them to be. Perhaps she just had some silly, girlish, romanticized ideas about the whole thing.<br/><br/>Still, the fact of the matter was that Kyle couldn't give up his pride to be her Sub, and Jamie was just as guilty in that she couldn't give up her own in order to be his Pet. So for now, it looked like the Battle of the Switches would have to resume another day because neither one was willing to actually switch from their comfortable role of Dom. She grabbed her blazer off the floor on her return trip to her couch, tossing it over the armrest so that she didn't forget it as she plopped down, putting her legs up as she got comfy to watch the remainder of the show.