The first time I saw Mandy, I thought nothing of it. We were in a meeting and got assigned to a project together, I thought it might work. When I got to know her mind and she got to know me, we hit it off in a way that allowed us to finish the work in record time. We even earned lots of heaping praise for a job well done, but for me the real prize was meeting a friend. Lunch became a regular habit and found out we had so much more in common. Our taste in movies, books, and foods ran pretty much the same. We had a couple of differences that made life interesting : we disagreed on music (she's a little bit country, I like R&B), she is an American Idol fan and I can't stand the popularity contest thing (hate Karaoke for the same reason).
One day at our regular lunch date, I noticed she was in a very bad mood. She looked all distraught and it disrupted our usual banter, so I finally began to pry a bit.
"Listen, you have been distracted and very sarcastic all day. I know I haven't done anything to you... so tell me what's wrong?"
"Well, it's not you, so let me put you at ease about that. If you must know, it's man trouble!"
Mandy blurted this out and then broke down in a tirade of cuss words that would make a sailor blush. I laughed at her, to which she replied, "You think this is so funny, I should kick your ass!"
This made me laugh even harder. I looked at her and then said, "Missy, you might think that is possible, but don't let this nice guy thing fool you... there is more here than you know. I might be too much man for you to handle."
"Well, I have to tell you the whole story. Do you know what I mean when I say Dom, sub and switch?"
Well at this point my jaw dropped and I swallowed very hard. I had been learning more about the D/s lifestyle lately, and was beginning to find my place in it. My natural tendency was Dominant with a bit of a sadistic side and I had been to munches with friends in some nearby cities. I had my experiences with the scene and public play and was now looking for a local partner for a regular, permanent relationship. She must have noticed my shocked expression and laughed at me, now.
"That look was worth it and now I feel a little better. Well, if you must know, Dominant and submissive is a lifestyle. And I have been involved for several years as s switch. What that means is that I ...."
"Listen I know what that means. I have been learning from a Dom couple and they took me underwing and mentored me as a Dom for about 8 months. I have been traveling to visit with them some other friends But now I am looking for the next level in my development, finding someone local to help me learn more. Wow! All this time and I never knew!"
She laughed and said, "I had some idea that you might have been. But since we live in this little backwater town, I didn't want to say anything. This is something that we have to keep undercover around here. This little Bible-belt area is too unforgiving!"
I nodded my understanding and she continued, " Well, recently my Dom and I stopped seeing each other. It got to be too much to travel to the capitol to visit with him. But we kept in touch, had regular time together, and promised that we would notify each other if we found someone else. Well, I called to make sure our regular time was on for this weekend, and his wife answered the phone - HIS WIFE mind you! I asked her how long had they been married and she said about 9 months. Well, I left him 10 months ago to move here because he wouldn't commit!"
She paused, took a deep breath and continued, "I was so mad, I could spit fire! It wasn't the fact that he married, but that he violated the trust. MAN, did I want to hurt him!"
"So now that we know this - what do you want to do?," I asked. "You need me to help you work off the frustration, don't you?"
"Well, I do need to work of some frustration, HELL YES! But I don't know if you can handle all that I have. I don't see you as strong enough to deal with me, I can be a bit rough and a bit much to handle."
I smiled and chuckled to myself. If only she knew! So I offered an alternative. "Listen, we are good friends and if good friends can't help each other in times like this, well... maybe they aren't as close as they thought. So, why don't you allow me to take you to dinner and then we can go back to my place and chat. If you think we make a match, fine. If not, then it will be as it always is between us - good friends."
She nodded her consent and we agreed that I would pick her up for dinner.
When I honked the horn, Mandy came out with a bag in hand. This somewhat surprised me, since we hadn't discussed her staying over this weekend. It didn't catch me completely off guard since I was making some plans of my own... to turn the tables on her completely!
"I thought about it and after you left, I said... what the hell! I know this guy, I trust this guy and who knows if I will ever find another opportunity like this one. So, I packed a few things. I hope you don't mind." Mandy continued, "Now don't think that this means anything more than that I trust you. I will be comfortable sleeping on the couch, or in the spare bedroom. We still have to see how this evening goes."
Well, dinner was amazing. Our conversation flowed as we both hoped it would. We talked about everything from our favorite sports teams (she likes the NBA, I like college hoops), to some old school songs we both love. But the strangest thing is we avoided any mention of sex - not even a casual mention. Every once in a while, our eyes would meet and you could see the sparkle there..... every time our hands touched, or I breathed her perfume I could feel the tension rising. At the door, as I was placing her wrap on her shoulders, she leaned in and inhaling a deep breath... moaned, "Mmmmmm. You smell so good Baby. But I think we need to talk about this.... see, I want it tonight and I want it rough - real rough!"
" Are you man enough to handle me?"
That's all it took to get my juices rolling. I stopped, placed my hands gently on each side of her face and took a good look deep in her eyes. While holding that gaze I said to her , "At the end of the night, please remember that you asked for this. No regrets, ok?"
Now it was her turn to laugh again, "OK, but YOU remember... no regrets either."