It should be noted that today’s fantasy is especially kinky and one has to be of a certain mind to know what is going on. 
Still standing, she set her gin and tonic on the little cardboard mat and glared at him. If he noticed her rage he did not acknowledge it; he set his pint of dark, golden liquid in front of him as he lent back and sighed happily.
“Anything wrong?” he enquired taking a first happy gulp of his glass of some random real ale while he waited for her reply. He had not even looked at her as he spoke.
“I can’t” she whispered, frantically, “I just can’t.” Her voice was desperate, her eyes pitiful.
“Well, stand then,” he smiled at her. “But people might start to stare, don’t you think?” and he glanced around with mock conspiratorial air.
Her blushing was almost beautiful to him. He watched the confusion, the turmoil and the eventual acceptance on her face.
Very slowly and with a care that an uniformed observer might think exagerated, she sat down.
After thirty seconds of quiet with lowered voice, she pleaded “You made your point. Please may I go and …,” she struggled with the words as he watched, “I want it to go away.” Her eyes stayed fixed on her skirt as she waited for permission.
She suspected he would not change his mind, she gave him a minute before giving up.
“You are, without a doubt the meanest man who ever lived.” She seemed to be speaking to the table; so certain was she not to look at him and so careful was she not to shift in her chair.
He considered her words as he took another drink. He could see her point.
Aw, poor girl! Mean, very mean Top.
Have a good day, Poppy!
Poppy, good morning.
and warm 
I’m with Mindy, we can be mean at times, but usually with good reason
Paul.
Regarding your final note, Poppy, I guess that alternatively grasping the message may be promoted by bringing about a particular condition.
You say so much in so few words. I am continually inspired by you.
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Oh my.
Whatever do you mean???
Is there a prize for guessing?
DJ
Mindy, all Tops are mean. That is how they qualify.
Paul, I always think the reasons are not good enough.
Mr J, yep.
Scarlet, I am so thrilled you liked it. I really am. I was scared it was too subtle- but I had faith.
Dev, indeed.
DJ, there is a prize. There is always a prize but do not worry your pretty little head about it.
I have a prize for you!
DJ
Really?
Is it chocolate?
I rather like subtle, Poppy.
As Dev says ‘oh my’.
I am glad you do, Alice. Me too.
Us? Mean?
Remember all the attention we are devoting to you gals, fulfilling your deepest needs?!
I really hate to say it, but I think I may have been there. Can’t find the blush before bedtime1 you put it beautifully, though, Poppy.
Mr J, we also have very deep needs as regards cuddles, massages, chocolates and the acquiring of lipstick and pretty knickers. No need to hold back on fulfilling a range of our needs.
Bree,
dd, thank you. I have not been there and that is because I am such a good girl. You should try to be more like me and then you will get into less trouble.
Poppy, your reply to dd made me laugh so hard my iced tea went up my nose.
I thought dd meant she was in the pub while you, I mean the girl in the story was having issues sitting down.
Glad to be of service and, for once, this was not me.
You said this was especially kinky and weren’t sure if people were going to get it. I got it right away, does that make me especially kinky or that my mind is constantly in the gutter?
Kaki,
Yes.
But that is just another thing we adore about you.