Chapter 13: Mandy Meekly Submits

I called into the kitchen and asked if I could use her bathroom, and she pointed me down the hall. I gave the beer an escape route, washed my hands, and went back. She was back on the couch with a glass of white wine. There was an empty glass waiting for me.

I sat down and she slid over and poured a little wine in my glass before I had a chance to stop her. When she put the bottle down, she stayed close to me, legs touching.

So maybe the time in the kitchen was her pondering a decision. She was talking about her roommate again and while I had her focus I peeked into her epicenter.

It was particularly hazy, probably the weed muddying her thoughts, but there were some things that were pretty clear. One, she really had been embarrassed to talk about her urges out loud, coupled with a sense of relief that she was not being judged about it. In addition, there was some arousal there, too. It had been a few weeks since she dumped Eddy and, not to put too fine a point on it, she was horny.

Talking about what got her going had, well, gotten her going, and now she was running through some possible scenarios in her head. I appeared there as part of the fantasy. I hoped that I read her correctly that she was the submissive and I was not. I wasn’t sure how I felt about a reversal of the roles.

And, if we’re being honest, I was horny, too. It had been a week since I had been with Gail. But cold showers lost their effectiveness after awhile, so that left me in a state.

It didn’t take too much pro/con argument in my head before I made a decision. I channeled a gentle feather tickling her G-spot, and linkcast her a sense that this guy could be dominant without being hurtful or dangerous. While I was in there, I looked around for what she particularly enjoyed doing or having done to her.

The main thing, as she had said, was that she got really aroused at being ordered to do things, to be submissive to her partner’s will. Beyond that, she liked being fucked doggy style, she -- this I wouldn’t have expected -- liked being face-fucked, a dick forced into her mouth and throat. And there was some anal play there, too, but it was mixed, sometimes she liked it, other times not, it seemed to depend on the person.

I saw some sex toys being used, she liked to have her holes filled. Oh, this is odd, this is more than just submission, she liked being tied up and fucked, with no control. That’s really more S&M, in my opinion. And there’s a whip, too! Oh, wait, it’s one of those soft, play whips, symbolic, it wouldn’t hurt her.

I brought myself back to the couch, where she was just finishing whatever she had said about Rebecca. I hoped there wouldn’t be a quiz. I noticed that her respiration had gotten a little shallower, and she was now a bit fidgety, not knowing what to do with her hands.

I took a sip of wine, just for a moment to think. I looked at her and said, “Mandy, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable talking about kinks and fantasies, I really was interested in what you had to say. I wanted to understand it, because it was clearly upsetting you. I hope I didn’t make it worse.”

She put her hand on my knee. “Oh, no, Tom, just the opposite. It made me feel better. You helped me understand it. Thank you.” She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” I turned my head toward her to look at her, and found that she hadn’t moved her head back, and now our lips were just inches apart. She leaned forward just a little more and got me in a lip lock. Before long there was a little tongue, too.

“So here it is, Tom. All this talk about fantasies and normality and what turns us on has turned me on. Unanticipated side effect of weed and conversation. If I don’t do something about it, I’m going to be in a state. I know we just met and all that, but do you think you might help me out here?”

“I think it might be a violation of my Hippocratic oath if I failed to assist you. But, Mandy? Let’s not forget the conversation we just had about mutual boundaries. There may be things that I’d be reluctant to do for you, but if we come across one, let’s talk about it. And vice versa.”

“I could ask for nothing more. I wish Eddy had ... Well, forget him. It’s you and me now.” She took a deep breath. “Okay. I don’t want to script this in advance, but here’s some of the things I like. If there’s something you can’t live with, stop me and let’s figure out a way to work around it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“What gets me going is being treated like a bad girl, like I’ve misbehaved and need to be punished, to correct my errant ways. I don’t know why, it just does.

“So that punishment can take many forms as long as it involves me being submissive. You can make me say things or do things, you can spank me or whip me -- I know you don’t like doing pain, but it’s more of a symbolic thing -- or crawl around and lick your shoes. I saw that wince, Tom. You don’t have to do that, I’m just saying the general kinds of things that turn me on.”

“Is there sex stuff that you hate, that you don’t want to do?”

“Well, anything that leaves a mark or a bruise, I don’t like those. No painful insertions, no choking to the point of fainting, no fists.”

“Tell me your safe word, Mandy.”

“I don’t have a regular one. Let’s use ‘chickadee’.”

“Okay, chickadee.”

“Tom, I hope you’re okay with this, my fantasies usually involve me wearing something very specific. Would you be okay with my doing that?”

“It’s not anything that’s greasy or unpleasant, is it? Or anything with spikes or barbs?”

“No, no, not like that. I think it’s actually kind of sexy. I don’t want to spoil it. Can I just put it on first, then call you in?”

I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, but if it was awkward I suppose we could talk about it.

“Okay, go ahead. Call me when you’re ready.” I said.

She jumped up and stepped down the hall. She did seem to be excited about this, and I wondered if it was just because she was horny and about to get laid, or if it was because she would get to play out her fantasy and not be judged about it.

It took better than five minutes before she called me. I got up and walked down the hall. I had to guess which was hers, but the open door and the light was a clue.

I stepped in and was almost knocked back on my heels. She stood against the far wall, leaning against a dresser, a table lamp illuminating her. She was dressed in a black corset with red lace trim, no bra, her tits hanging over the top of the corset, black panties and black heels. She had on red stockings, too, with a garter belt. She was right, this was something quite specific. And really sexy. It transformed her. She had looked like a pleasant, intelligent co-ed before. Now she was someone intensely erotic.

The bottom drawer of the dresser was open. In it I could see a short whip and some sex toys.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding, Mandy. Very sexy, indeed. Turn around, please.”

She pivoted, and canted one hip to show off her ass. And a very nice ass it was. I hadn’t noticed it before because of what she had been wearing which downplayed it. But it was round and firm and definitely needed to be squeezed.

I idly wondered how common this was in college circles, where various fantasies played out in select cliques, and how they found one another. A research project for another time, perhaps.

Now I thought about how I should play this to give her the experience she was hoping for. I peeked into her epicenter to see if she had some expectations. No, nothing specific. She was excited, anxious to see what was going to happen, and if she was going to get to cum. She sometimes didn’t, if the guy was clueless.

Wait, here’s something, she wants to be corrected, to have a flaw pointed out, and to be disciplined for it.

Hell, she looked perfect, what’s to correct? I got nothing. Wait, there’s a run in one stocking. And a smudge on a shoe, maybe something had spilled on it.

“Face me again, Mandy.”

She turned around, waiting.

“You went to so much trouble, Mandy, to put on something sexy. And it really does look wonderful. If only you had paid attention to the little details. It’s the details that make the package special.”

There! The little downturn of the lip, and the crestfallen look in her eye. Part of me hated to do that to her, but she had insisted that this was what she liked.

“Mandy, I was really hoping you would pay more attention to the little things that are so important. Look at your shoe. No, the other one. What do you see?”

Interesting how her voice had gotten smaller, more uncertain.

“A stain, some dirt.”

“That would have been so easy to fix, don’t you think? But now it spoils the overall look. Fix it. Find a cloth or a rag and clean it off.”

She looked around and found something near the bed. She got down on her knees, her tits swaying over the corset, removed the offending shoe and rubbed the cloth on it. She looked at it closely, then exhaled onto the spot and rubbed again. When it appeared to pass inspection, she slipped it on again and stood up.

“That’s a little better, but I’m still disappointed, Mandy. Do you know why?”

I waited, knowing that she wouldn’t know. When she looked lost and desperate, I told her, “Your stocking has a run in it, Mandy. You were perfect and you spoiled the look because of a little oversight like that. You could have put on a different pair of stockings, but you didn’t care enough to do it. You thought, ‘Good enough’. That’s no way to plan your life, just doing good enough.”

I peeked into the epicenter again, and it seemed incomplete. I sensed that this was the right direction, but there was something missing.

“I don’t think I can let that pass, Mandy. I’d feel bad if I let you get away with that kind of haphazard preparation. If I do it now, you’re just going to be sloppy the next time, too, aren’t you?”

I looked at her, awaiting an answer. I could see her swallow. Finally, she nodded.

“Say it out loud, Mandy, ‘I was sloppy and ill-prepared’.”

“I was sloppy and ill-prepared.”

“So I’ll need to punish you so that it won’t happen again, right?”

And there it was, the rush in her mind. She hadn’t been exaggerating, it was almost an orgasm, that reproach, the threat that she was about to be punished brought it on. It was perverse and erotic. I didn’t understand it at all, but it was her particular fantasy.

She nodded, looking ashamed.

“Very well, let’s get it over with. Bring me that whip in the drawer.”

She twitched, but she turned and picked it up and brought it to me with her eyes cast down. Its strands were of some kind of soft rubber or latex, and wouldn’t hurt much. I hefted it in my hand, so that she would see it swing. I slapped it against my open hand. It stung a little, but didn’t really hurt. When it hit my hand, she flinched, and in her mind there was another rush.

I put my finger under her chin. “Look at me, Mandy, look in my eyes.” She looked up, almost trembling, and I couldn’t tell if it was fear or anticipation.

“I need you to be completely on board with this. You admit that you were ill-prepared and sloppy, and that you should be punished, is that right?”

She nodded.

“Say yes or no, I need to hear you acknowledge this.”

“Yes.”

“Say, ‘Please punish me, Tom, so I can learn’.”

“Please, Tom, punish me so I can learn.”

“Remove your panties, Mandy. Throw them in the corner.”

She did. Damn. It was like she was having to force herself not to cum, she was so close to the edge. I sat on the end of the bed and pointed at the floor. “Get down on your hands and knees, Mandy. Head toward that far wall.”

She knelt down with her left side facing me, at ninety degrees. Her butt was twitching now.

“I’ll have to decide when you’ve had enough, Mandy. I don’t know how long that will take. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I took the whip and snapped it lightly at her butt. It made hardly a sound, but she said, “Oh, God.” I know she wasn’t in pain, so what was that? I looked inside her head again as I snapped the whip again. She gasped, and in her mind there was a wave that threatened to overwhelm her. She really was about to cum.

I shifted position slightly to my right so that I had a better view of her ass. Fuck. She had her knees slightly spread, and that exposed her pussy and her asshole. I was half tempted to just pull out my dick and pump it into her, but I wanted to see where this particular fetish led. People were really interesting.

I flicked the whip again, and this time tried to aim it not at the butt cheek, but so it would hit her pussy. I got it, first try, and Mandy cried, “Ahhhh!” and in her head I could watch her cum. She was trying not to show it to me, because she was supposedly being punished and it wouldn’t do to cum in the middle of her punishment.

I did it again, and there was another one, smaller this time, but enough to make her shiver.

I put the whip on the bed and told her, “Sometimes it’s more effective, more personal, if it’s hand against skin.” I slapped her ass with an open palm. She said, “Owww.”

“Did that hurt, Mandy?”

“Yes, it did.”

“Then I’m doing it right. It wouldn’t be punishment otherwise, would it?” I slapped her again, this time making sure the tips of my fingers caught the edge of her pussy.

“Oh, no, it hurts,” she said. But inside, there was another little pulse of pleasure. A few more spanks and she was whimpering.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Mandy, you know that. Stay right where you are.”

I got up and moved around her and went to the open dresser drawer. Well, they tell me variety is the spice of life, and Mandy displayed a lot of variety in her assortment of toys. Big ones, little ones, colored ones, butt plugs, U-shaped dildos with two ends, vibrating eggs, and lots of lube.

I picked a medium sized butt plug and a vibrating dildo shaped like a penis with little rubber nubs along the shaft. And a bottle of lube.

Mandy was still on her hands and knees, but she was staring at me with either trepidation or lust in her eyes.

I went back and sat on the bed. I opened the bottle of lube and poured a little in the crack of her ass, She said, “Oh, no, oh, no.”

I sounded angry. “What’s this ‘oh, no’ I heard, Mandy? This isn’t your first time, is it? It’s your butt plug, your lube, you do this all the time, don’t you?”

She was mute, so I swatted her butt cheek. “I asked you a question, Mandy. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“If felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“End of discussion.”

I took a finger and slipped it into her asshole and she jumped, then she moaned. I put some more lube on my fingers, then pushed two of them into her butt. “Oh, fuck,” she said.

“Later.”

I grabbed the butt plug and poured lube on it, rubbing it around with my fingers. Then, placing it at the entrance to her ass, I pushed firmly. She fought it, clenching her butt, and I channeled a relaxation in her sphincter muscles and the plug slipped in place with a pop. “Oh, Jesus,” she said. I noticed that there was a little switch on the end of it that I’d missed, so I flicked it and she moaned, “Oh, my God.”

This time she did cum. I could see her tremble, but she was doing her best to be quiet about it in case I wanted to cut her off as part of the punishment.

Her eyes were closed now as she concentrated on the vibrations in her butt. So she didn’t see me pour the lube on the dildo. It felt weird under my hand as I spread the lube on the nubbed shaft. I thought it might be uncomfortable inside her, but if it were, why would she still have it?

With the head well-lubed, I poised it at the entrance to her pussy and pushed. “Oh, FUCK, oh, no, too much!” But I kept twisting and pushing slowly while she tried to squirm away. In another thirty seconds, it was four inches deep, and the mantra had changed to “Ohmigod, ohmigod!”

I was peeking into her epicenter about once a minute now, because I was really curious as to how this played out in her mind. She really did get off on the -- I was going to call it pain, but it wasn’t -- discomfort, the spanking, and the things in her cunt and her ass were setting off one little orgasm after another.

I watched her for awhile, enthralled, she was so wrapped up in her feelings. The rubber nubs on the dildo kept it from sliding out of her now-wet pussy, and her ass was squirming at the sensations.

I undid my belt and zipper, and slipped my pants and shorts down, still on the edge of the bed.

“Mandy, part of your punishment is to have your holes filled. There’s two done. Time for the third. Crawl around here and take my cock in your mouth. Mouth only, no hands, understand?”

She let me know with her eyes that she knew what I wanted. The change of position was a bit awkward with the implements inside her, but she rearranged herself and was soon facing me. She got a little closer, raised her head and wrapped her lips around my dick.

It felt wonderful and I could feel my balls twitch, and as soon as I did I realized that, once again, I had forgotten to set my ejaculation filter. Fortunately it took only a moment. The angle was a bit clumsy for her, but she’d figure it out.