Hello you naughty girls and boys.
Opportunity knocks and Doug tries to seize his chance. Will he be successful? And what will come next? Let's tune in and see.
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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Now I told you that last story so I could tell you this one. You will recall Mandy gave me my second amazing titjob. However when it was over she also made me lick up all my cum from her tits, and yes I had to swallow it all as well. That part was not pleasant and it made me apprehensive about wanting another titjob from her.
That aside, things were going reasonably well. I was still getting healthy doses of her hairy pussy but I hadn't needed to apologize for anything, though I was worried I was close once or twice. I didn't want to test her about the notion that I would have to apologize by licking her asshole. But thankfully the issue was never forced and things seemed relatively okay.
Then I got a stroke of luck. I had failed to get that promotion a while back, which was fuel for why I found myself making that degrading apology. But then news came that someone else in a similar position was leaving the company. There were a few stray rumors as to why, but that didn't concern me. What did concern me was that the position would once again be open.
I wanted that promotion. I wanted it for me, for Mandy, for us. That promotion would go a long way to making my life easier. I was however hesitant to mention the opportunity to Mandy. I knew she would be pleased that the position was once again open, but it would also be a reminder of when I failed to get it before.
Also she would be sure to push me so I didn't miss it this time, which makes sense, but I already feared how that pressure might affect my chances, not to mention how it might affect my body as Mandy made demands and offered 'encouragement'. In the end I decided to wait and tell her about it when I was much more sure of getting it. I certainly didn't want to think about how she would react if I missed it twice.
So I was hard at work. The apology had already refocused my efforts and that no doubt led to my second titjob; and all that came with it. Now I was even more focused and determined. I just had to get that promotion this time around.
I think Mandy began to suspect, not long after I found out, that something was going on. She still made demands of me but I got the sense a couple of times that she was about to request intimate services from me, but decided against it as I was working vigorously at my desk.
I also went in to work a little more, but the location wasn't really necessary. It did help me to focus but I also feared too much time away from home wouldn't be taken well by Mandy. One thing being at work did help with is that it allowed me the opportunity to do some more schmoozing and pick up related gossip.
And that's where I heard some encouraging news. Apparently there were a few people who already suspected the promotion would go to me. And if rumors were true, one of the people I feared would be competition wasn't going after the position this time around. So I was feeling I had more than just a fair chance.
As luck would have it I found a small project I could take on. It would mean even more hours I needed to work, but could all be done at home. And I felt success at this would go a long way to ensuring my promotion. It was the final stretch and I needed to push hard. And so I also needed to tell Mandy.
She took the news well. She knew something had been up and was glad to see I was putting in the work. She was still a little annoyed I hadn't mentioned it earlier but any punishments were on hold until we found out if I got the job. I already knew that failing a second time would not be good for me so the prospect of delayed punishments wasn't a big concern.
Without being too explicit she also agreed to give me time to focus on my regular work load and my project. It would only be for about a week, but as long as I was working, Mandy wouldn't be requiring my services. I could still expect that some of my work breaks would have my face buried in her hairy crotch, but for the most part I would get a break from taking care of her so I could take care of getting my new position.
Somewhere along that week she mentioned celebrating once I had secured my new job. I honestly hadn't considered anything like that before and was a bit stunned and confused when it first came up. I was just so focused, and in truth a little worried about getting the promotion, that all other thoughts fell to the wayside.
I finished the project and tried to add whatever extras I could. When I turned it in I felt that it had indeed been put out there as a sort of test for any of the candidates and I was wise to take it on. Still I had to wait a couple days before I was called into the office. I was still nervous up until the last minute, but the job was now mine.
I was thrilled and I knew Mandy would be as well. I bought a bottle of champagne on the way home. When I got there I found Mandy and offered her the bottle. I got a big hug and a kiss and I realized how long it had been since I received that kind of affection. We poured the glasses and enjoyed the moment.
After we finished a refill, Mandy spoke about the celebrations still to come. For the first time I could really think about what it was Mandy had in mind. So far the best thing she had given me was my first titjob. The second could have been just as good if it hadn't ended with the cleanup of my own cum . Now I wasn't so anxious for a repeat of that performance.
Mandy led me to the bedroom. I quickly noticed she already had cuffs and rope tied to the bed. I was becoming concerned about what our 'celebration' might entail. Mandy told me to strip and then took her own clothes off. Then with us both naked in the bedroom she began to lay out her plan.
"So, first thing you'll need to do is lie on the bed and let me get you secure. We're going to have a lot of fun, but I don't want it to be over too quickly. So I'll be helping you to...restrain yourself."
I was never really in control but being tied down I knew would have me completely helpless. And that also stoked fears that this was a celebration more for Mandy than for me. Maybe it was the champagne but I got the nerve to speak up.
