Mandy Ch. 01

Hello you naughty girls and boys.

In relationships as well as life there are certain turning points; pivotal moments which change the course in some way. This short series will cover some of those important moments between Mandy and Doug. In this story Doug learns he isn't the only one to receive rewards; and when Mandy earns a very special reward, Doug is the one to pay the price.

WARNING, PLEASE READ: While many people have enjoyed and favorited chapters in the Mandy series, unfortunately it has also received the most comments or feedback of disappointment as to the relationship between Mandy and Doug. Thus I felt the need to add this warning.

The male character of the series, Doug, WILL NOT BE TREATED FAIRLY.

This was never meant to be an example of a real life D/s relationship. This is fiction. This series is heavier in the NonCon than most of my stories and it is in that category for a reason. This isn't a romance. To those who say this isn't a healthy portrayal of a loving couple; it isn't meant to be.

If that ruins the story for you then please just skip the series and try something else. If you're not sure how you feel about it you are welcome to read on, but please don't then give the story a poor rating or complain that Doug should have left, or worse, that he should retaliate with some form of abuse.

Now to those still interested in reading about how Mandy gets what she wants, please read on.

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I first dated Mandy when we were in school together and I felt quite lucky to be going out with her. Some guys would have called her chubby, but I liked that she had big boobs and a nice round butt. And, truth be told, I knew I wouldn't have a chance with any cheerleader types. Mandy was still very sexy and I was happy to be in a relationship.

I soon found out Mandy didn't feel as lucky to have found me. It's not that she didn't like me and we didn't have fun together; we did. But I could tell she sometimes thought dating me was a favor and she never her saw herself as less than any of the other girls. But she stuck with me.

And more than that, she was very supportive and encouraging. In college she was always helping me with classwork and pushing me to do better. One time we even made a game out of my grades and I would earn rewards for each 'A' I received. I earned a night of sucking on her boobs and another reward was the first time we showered together.

We dated a long time before we ever had sex, and when we did Mandy was on top. And after that she was usually on top. We tried some different positions and sometimes she was in the mood for something particular, but more often than not we came back to her being on top. I didn't mind. She was sexy as hell and with her on top I would get those boobs in my face when she leaned over. Sometimes she would even playfully slap my face with her boobs, or trap me between them so I could barely breathe.

It was a special day for me when we got our apartment together. That's when it really hit me that we might be together for life. But Mandy was quick to let me know that an apartment wasn't marriage. In fact she felt it was more of a proving ground. I hadn't won her, rather this was a chance for me to show her what a good husband I could be someday if things went that far.

So it wasn't a time for me to lie around the apartment, play games, and have sex whenever I wanted it. No, Mandy was still pushing me to make the grades and secure a good job. She also had plenty of chores for me do to around the apartment. And of course she was the one who divvied up the chores in the first place. Sure she gave herself an easier half, but I was the man of the place and it only seemed fair for me to do the heavy lifting.

And Mandy also decided to work out a new reward system. Actually it was a punishment and reward system. So for example, if I did a good job on a special project she had for me, she might make me dinner or take me out to dinner. Or she might spend the whole day in the nude. But if I didn't finish something on my list, I got a spanking.

It was all pretty hot, though the spankings quickly became more and more serious than the playful slaps I received the first time and soon I was making sure no chores were left undone. Still, I was getting things done and looking forward to my rewards. To earn more rewards she moved more of the regular chores to my list. Soon I was doing all the housework and some of the chores wouldn't earn a reward, only a punishment for failure.

Still I was getting enough rewards and I felt good knowing I was able to accomplish so much. I was feeling secure that I was proving my worth to her and I was wanting more and more to spend a lifetime of receiving her rewards. Life was good.

Mandy also helped me find a job and we talked a lot about what would work best, what would give us the right benefits and what I would be able to find. With a lot of encouragement, some might even say pressure, I was able to land a really nice job. One of the perks was that I could do a lot of work from home and I had some flexibility in my schedule. I still had to go into the office a few days a week, but it was more than I would have hoped for.

It wasn't long after that when Mandy decided to add a reward program for herself. Up to this point the rewards and punishments had only been about me and what chores and projects I was accomplishing. It really hadn't occurred to me at the time that this was in any way one-sided. But that generally benefitted Mandy as she had less and less chores to do and she never feared any punishments.

But something changed and she decided she needed some rewards of her own. I couldn't really argue with that. She again was in charge of coming up with the tasks and rewards. It was really quite loose at first. She would mention that she had spent too much money lately and that for the next week if she could spend less than x amount she was entitled to a certain reward.

The first few were nothing really special. She earned a full body massage from me, which I was happy to give. The only downside was that afterwards she wanted a nap rather than the sex I was eager for. Another was me taking her out to a fancy and expensive restaurant, which seemed to contradict the need to save money.

But the real blow came a few weeks later. She decided that the next reward would be for me to provide oral sex all night. I don't even recall what she had to do to earn the reward. Now very early in our relationship we had talked about oral sex and we had both decided it wasn't for us. Mandy had no interest in blowjobs and for me the thought of going down on her or any woman made me think of a wet dog.

So we had agreed on no oral sex. Our lips would still travel other areas of the body and we were both okay with necks, chests, earlobes, and such. And with my rewards program and Mandy occasionally walking around nude I wasn't missing the blowjobs. Actually I never had one, so what was there to miss.

But now this was looming over me. We had some discussion which became something of an argument before Mandy stopped it and made a clear sign of her disappointment in me. My rewards were all canceled for a week and for days we hardly talked. If we had had a doghouse, that's where I would have been. I didn't have to sleep on the couch but the bed wasn't a warm and loving space.

So it should come as no surprise that Mandy reached her goal. She told me matter-of-factly that afternoon and then said she would be on the couch at 6pm. She said nothing more and we didn't discuss it. I spent the rest of the day in trepidation. We hadn't resolved the issue and it seemed clear she was still expecting her reward. She had already been so cold that week and I didn't want to think of what she might do or say if I refused.

So a little before six o'clock I came into the living room to find Mandy sitting on the couch. She didn't look at me directly and she most certainly wasn't in a playful mood. I slowly walked over to the couch. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to talk this out.

"Mandy I..."

"Don't talk to me."

That was all she said and I knew she meant it. There was only going to be one way to fix this. I stepped closer to her and was about to take a seat on the couch next to her.

"Hands and knees."

She pointed at the floor in front of the couch and said no more. She was still looking forward as if she was watching the television, but we both knew she was focused on me and what I would do. And in a few moments I was getting on the floor between the couch and coffee table on my hands and knees.

She was sitting at the end of the couch, wearing a simple sun dress. The skirt was about knee-length and her legs were crossed. She was also barefoot. This soon mattered because she slid her top leg higher and then faced the sole of her foot toward me.

"Kiss it."

"Mandy listen I'm..."

"Not another word. Or you will regret it."

So I wasn't to be given any chance to plead my case. I couldn't offer an apology. And now she was waiting for me to kiss her foot. So, with only a little hesitation I shuffled a step forward and placed a kiss on the sole of her foot.

The silence was only broken by the popping of her toes as she flexed her foot. She shook it for a moment in front of me and then it came to rest once again.

"Now lick it."

So I put out my tongue and licked her foot. This wasn't the first time I had ever kissed her foot or even licked her foot, but this was different. It had always been playful before and this was much more serious. It felt different. This was a show of submission.

"Now suck it."

This was new and there wasn't an easy way to do this. She still had her sole in front of me and while I could suck her toes I wasn't sure how she expected me to suck the sole of her foot. But she made no move to shift her foot and so I did my best to lean in and suck the sole of her foot.

She didn't seem to be unhappy with my attempt and made no move to correct me or offer me her toes. It was an odd place to be, but I started to think that if this show of subservience was what she wanted it would be a good compromise. I soon realized how wrong I was.

"So; kiss, lick, and suck. Those are the three most important things for you to remember. You start slow and then build up. You don't say anything, you just listen to me. You listen to my body, and you listen to my commands."

So this was still going to happen. She was still expecting me to provide oral service for her. On hands and knees I thought about what it would be like to do this for her. I wondered if I would be able to. Her foot pulled away as she placed it on the floor. Then her other leg came up and swung over my head.

She was now sitting in the corner of the couch and for the first time she was facing me. I don't know when but she had turned off the television. She rested one arm on the back of the couch and the other on the armrest. She looked like she was on a throne. Then she crooked a finger at me, telling me it was time to come to her.

I pulled up my legs behind me and put my hands on the edge of the couch. She raised her knees slightly and my hands slid under her legs toward her ass. Then her hands reached forward to the edge of her dress and she began to slowly pull it back.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear. It should also be no surprise that she hadn't shaved or even trimmed for this occasion. If anything, her bush looked fuller than usual.

I waited for her to call it off, to say it was all a joke or a test. I wanted to take her back to the bedroom and make love to her; to let her know I was sorry. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. But she didn't call it off. She simply waited for me to prove my love.

I felt her hairs tickle my nose before I placed my first kiss on her lips. It was the first time those lips of hers had kissed mine. There was a scent that was somewhat familiar and yet also new and stronger than I had encountered before. I kissed again as her hairs seem to grab at my nose.

The third time I kissed her the tickle became an itch I couldn't ignore. I shook my head and snorted, trying to find some relief, my hands not being readily available. I heard a soft giggle from above me. Surely she wasn't laughing at me? She knew this wasn't my thing and she had to at least respect my efforts. I put it out of my mind as I braced myself and moved in for another kiss.

For the first time she moved a little at my touch. So I was getting to her. The only problem was that when she moved, she brushed her hairs under my nose and I got that twitch again. This time I started to pull my hand up to rub my nose but she must have sensed that and had other ideas

Before I had moved my hand a few inches she grabbed both my wrists and pulled them under her while she lifted herself off the couch. She turned my palms face up and then sat back down, now the cheeks of her ass were pinning my hands. What's more; when she lifted up to put my hands underneath her, her hairy pussy pushed into my face.

I probably could have slid my hands free but it was clear that wasn't what she wanted. And for a moment I focused on the feel of her ass in my hands; that big, beautiful ass. Then I wriggled my nose and sniffed and snorted for some relief. Again she seemed amused. Again I tried to ignore the thought of her mocking me.

Next I kissed her closer to her thigh. I was near the crease of her leg but I couldn't escape her hair. Then I kissed the other side and once more I felt her move slightly. She hadn't said anything since I began my task. I had no idea how long this would take and I wasn't even sure this was working.

Then I pressed harder and longer with a deeper kiss just off center, and this time I felt there was a response. She didn't say anything but she took a deep breath. Finally I felt I was at least making a difference. I kissed her again in the center of her lips and this time I felt a wetness on my lips. As I was licking my lips, curious of the taste, she gyrated her hips surprising me once more as her pussy wiped across my mouth.

"And the second thing you must remember..."

So she was still with me. I wasn't alone in this dark place. And taking the cue of my guide, I put out my tongue and licked up and over her lips. I heard another intake of breath above me. This was followed by another lick and a kiss.

Now I could see her pussy was opening. When I began the lips were hiding in the forest of her bush. But now her mound was pressing towards me and the lips were opening as if trying to escape. Her scent was also growing stronger now and as I took a deep breath it filled my nostrils.

My tongue made another pass, this time parting her lips. Then I took another and another on each side, plowing this hairy field before me. My tongue and lips became more engaged and I couldn't help but think of her and how I wanted to make her happy.

As my mouth went to work I noticed both of us were breathing deeply. And rather than have her pussy press against me, this time I took the initiative and pressed my face into her, and I held there a moment as my tongue tried to find the entrance.

I moved lower and sucked some of her meaty lip into my mouth, my nose dipping into her wetness. I was aware of the heat coming from her and she was beginning to squirm. I took a lip in my mouth a pulled slightly. I let go only to run my tongue along the length of her.

Suddenly I felt her hand at the back of my head. Sometimes she was playing with my hair and then in a split second she would tighten her grip. I moved my tongue to the top of her sex, circling around where her clit had to be. I kissed and licked, and kissed, and licked.

I felt my heart racing and my breathing only getting heavier. Now it wasn't just my mouth, but my whole face that was continually making contact with her. I nuzzled feverishly and found my nose becoming slick as it traveled her folds. I had to remember to breathe and I took a deep breath, but as soon as I began I felt her thrust me into her as she rubbed herself against my nose and mouth.

"Yeeesss. Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

She hadn't spoken for some time and I knew this was serious. I continued making love to her with my face, my lips, and my tongue. I was sure we would reach the finish line at any moment and I would be able to catch my breath and rest.

I was sure, but I was surely wrong. I kept up the pace knowing it would be over any second, but the race kept running. Another hand joined the first at the back of my head and it wasn't long before she pulled me in against her and shook my head furiously up and down against her wet opening. My nose and lips were abused and my whole face was painted in her juices.

Even so, it took minutes more and at one point I thought I might pass out before she reached her climax. But then I felt her thighs crush the sides of my head as she pulled me into her; her iron grip on my head keeping me in place. Her whole body tensed and for a couple of seconds nothing happened.

Then I heard something that was a combination of a scream and a moan and I felt her pussy quivering against my face. Then I felt her thick juices spreading over my features. Still her grip wouldn't let me go and I was running out of air, desperate to breathe.

I tried to shout but I was muffled by the flesh and hair in my face. I shook my head to break free, but I didn't get freedom and my shaking just caused her to jerk several times against my face. I was beginning to see stars when she relented, if only just, and her thighs parted to allow me a gasp of air.

Her hands still held me close and I was struggling for breath for a few minutes as she was coming down from on high. I couldn't help but notice the contrast. Her blissful and relaxed while letting out a long sigh of satisfaction while I was hot and trapped trying desperately to get enough air as I lay there exhausted.

We slowly came to an equilibrium and neither of us said a word. Her hands were still at the back of my head but now she was petting me as if I was a good lapdog. I had lived through the experience and had to admit it wasn't all unpleasant, though the exertion was more than I had bargained for. I also had a new appreciation for breathing that was previously absent.

"Well that was a pretty good first start."

She got more of a laugh than I from her little joke, but I was happy to have been able to do this for her. I wasn't sure when I began if I would be successful and I feared failing this would have put a serious strain on our relationship. I was proud to have been up to the task, but I was also ready to get cleaned up and get some rest.

As it turned out, she wasn't joking at all. She reminded me that the reward was for a night of oral worship, not just one session or one orgasm. I thought the orgasm was proof we had reached the goal, though I didn't say that quite so bluntly to her.

For her part she made it clear that while she was pleased with my performance, she most certainly intended to receive her full reward. She even indicated it would give me a chance to improve upon my performance. I suggested that if there were to be another round I could use a break.

She made her position clear a moment later. She said a short break wasn't a bad idea before we got back to it. But rather than letting me up, she slid her legs along my back and crossed her ankles thus squeezing me once again between her thighs. She pulled me up close so I was against her crotch and lifted my head just enough so I could get air through my nostrils; air as it passed through her wet pubic hair.

She put her hands behind her back and relaxed looking all the world like the victor of some contest. There was little I could do, so I breathed in her pussy as I tried to relax and prepare myself for the next go around.