College Freshman Mandi was living the dream. She was a Kappa Kappa Gamma and was making lots of friends. The only downside was living in the dorms, but she was good with it. Her roommate, Mae, was quiet, but gave off a wild vibe that Mandi had picked up on. She also had more money than a typical job would garner. About a month after the fall formal, Mandi finally asked Mae what she did. Mae smiled.

“I’m a dancer in Panama City Beach. Right after class on Friday, I head out. I work Friday and Saturday and come back on Sunday and study. I make more in tips in 2 days than I could working some waitress job here in a four-day work week.”

She studied Mandi for a moment. “If you want to check it out this weekend…”

Mandi did and was hired. She joined Mae and her other roommates in sharing an apartment in the town. The girls made a point of never mentioning school or their sororities. One night, Mandi met a man who intrigued her. Kyle was older, 29, and lived in Marianna, partway between Panama City Beach and Tallahassee.

oOo

Kyle was not pleased when Mandi was fifteen minutes late. She knew better than to apologize. She closed the door, shed her clothes, and knelt, bowed, hands on her thighs. Kyle sat on the sofa and commanded Mandi to come to him. She crawled across the floor, and he motioned for her to lie across his lap. "What did we agree to?" he asked.

"This slave will never be late, master, and I accept what Master sees as appropriate."

He spanked her thirty times, a swat on each ass cheek for every minute she was late. When he was done, she felt proud that she didn't use her safe word. He shoved her off and stood.

“Go to your crate.”

Mandi crawled down the hall to a room Kyle had added on. It was the size of a bedroom, but the floor was tiled and had a drain. She crawled into a large dog crate and closed the door.

Kyle made her wait for over an hour. When he entered the room, he was wearing a robe.

He opened the robe and placed his soft cock into the cage. Mandi took him into her mouth and sucked him off. It took twenty minutes, and he pulled out of her mouth, shooting ropes of cum onto her face. He unlatched the crate and motioned Mandi to crawl out.

He shackled her to a bar suspended from the ceiling and a bar between her ankles, essentially forcing Mandi to be spread-eagled while standing.

“I was planning on just having sex with my slave, but you disappointed me.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Mandi whispered.

Mandi hung from her wrists. Kyle applied syringes to each nipple and her clit, causing Mandi to moan. He left her bound for fifteen minutes, then returned. He unshackled her and told her to lie on the bench, where he secured her cuffs to rings on the floor. She remained immobilized.

Kyle leaned over her. “Does the slave want to cum?” Mandi nodded. “Yes, Master. Please allow me to cum.”

Kyle taped a Hitachi wand to the bench, snugged tight against Mandi’s pussy. He turned the vibrator on and left the room.

Mandi moaned as soon as the vibrator switched on. It only took moments for her to get close to an orgasm, despite the welts from the lashing. The syringe on her clit rattled on the round head of the vibrator, and Mandi found herself ready to cum.

Heat built as she erupted in orgasm. Mandi could not come down from the orgasm since the vibrator was wedged firmly against her labia. She built to a second orgasm in just a few moments. Her gut spasmed, and she came for a second time, and she lost bladder control. Mandi pissed herself, urine streaming onto the bench and the floor. She felt her pussy growing numb from the vibrations as a third orgasm shook her slender body.

She could not feel the vibrator's surface. Her pussy lips were numb; she could feel the vibrations deep inside her body, even in her pelvis. There was no pleasure forthcoming, just a building heat. She screamed her safe word.

Kyle came into the room and switched the wand off. He released her.

“Go home. Come back Monday,” was all he said.

oOo

Mandi missed classes the next day. Her sorority Big Sister, Patrice, knocked on the dorm room door.

It was a curt discussion. Patrice took one look at Mandi, and her expression softened.

“Sit down.” Mandi obeyed.

Patrice studied her for a moment. “How long has this been going on?”

Mandi looked away. “I don't know.”

“Yes, you do.”

Mandi swallowed. “A while.”

Patrice sighed. “You don't have to explain everything to me. But you do need to understand that whatever is happening with Kyle isn't staying at his house anymore. It's following you back here. Think about ditching this guy,” Pat said as she left Mandi’s room.

Mandi didn't take the advice, and over the next month, she found herself more submissive than ever to Kyle. She also lost her dancing job when the manager saw she had lost weight and didn't seem to have energy.

It came to a head on a Saturday. Mandi missed a sorority event; she was at Kyle’s, bound to an ottoman. He told Mandi he was having friends over, and she agreed she would please them. Mandi found the humiliation of being exposed to the men in such a degrading way gave way rapidly to reveling in being watched as Kyle used her. They were watching football, and Kyle fucked her twice, cumming in her pussy the first time and down her throat the second. Kyle picked up his keys and announced he was going to run out for a beer.

The door closed, and one man stood up and got behind Mandi. She felt his cock probe her pussy lips, and she moaned as he slid into her. He fucked her hard, and she thrust back as much as her bonds would allow. He shot his cum deep inside her. Four of them took turns on Mandi. She enjoyed being used; She came with the second guy; his angle was hitting her just right.

"This slut likes this shit." He moaned as he dumped his cum into her.

The third guy was a three-pump chump. He blew his load in her in less than 4 minutes. Then Mandi started to moan. She had never taken this many men at once. They took turns on the college freshman, and despite the pleasure, she felt herself being pushed to her limits.

The last guy, Lawrence, was her first black cock, and he was stereotypical, measured several inches larger than his friends. He was not rough with Mandi; he eased into her abused pussy after putting a condom on. The loads of cum inside her were actually a benefit for Mandi, providing lubrication for the invading cock.

“Fuck, you're big,” she groaned as he went deeper than anyone had before. He slapped her ass as he pumped into her. The sharp pain set off the orgasm that had been building.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Mandi shrieked. Lawrence pulled out and went to Mandi’s face. He stripped off the condom, and Mandi opened her mouth to take his snake down her throat. He face fucked the girl for a minute and shot his load down her throat. She asked that he release her, so he released the leather cuffs.

Mandi stood, and it was clear she was exhausted. Lawrence helped her dress and asked her if she were ok. She gave him a wan smile. “You guys wore me out.”

Lawrence and another of the five followed her out; Lawrence could see how exhausted she was and offered to drive her home. Joe, the other man, went to his car and started it, waiting for Lawrence. Lawrence took her keys, put her in the passenger seat, and drove her to the university.

Weirdly, his kindness reassured Mandi, and before they got to the dorm, she gave him her phone number. She thought she had seen the last of them as Lawrence climbed into his buddy's car.

Patrice was sitting at her desk, waiting for her. Her anger disappeared when she saw Mandi's condition.

“Sit down.”

Mandi lowered herself onto the edge of the bed.

“He had people over,” Mandi finally said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Kyle said I was going to entertain them.”

Patrice's expression hardened. “How many?”

“Five. Six, counting Kyle.”

“And you agreed to that?”

Mandi sighed. “I did. I thought I could handle it. I thought it was part of what Kyle wanted from me. I underestimated my ability to handle them all.”

Patrice remained silent.

“One of them was Lawrence,” Mandi continued. “He could see I was finished. He got me dressed, took my keys, and drove me back here before Kyle came back. He is actually very sweet.”

Patrice studied her for a moment. “And Kyle?”

“I don't know. I don't care.”

That surprised Patrice.

Mandi looked down at her hands. “I'm done with him, Pat.”

Patrice said nothing.

“I thought I wanted to be his slave. I thought I could handle whatever he wanted.” Mandi shook her head. “I can't. And I don't want to anymore.”

Patrice moved closer. “Then don't.”

After a moment, Patrice said, “Go shower. I'll be right here when you get out.”

Mandi nodded and walked toward the bathroom.

oOo

Mandi took a few weeks to get herself together. She threw herself into not only her studies, but she returned to dancing with a vengeance. Free of the slave lifestyle, Mandi’s energy returned, and her trips to Panama City Beach grew profitable as she worked double shifts when she could. She ran into a problem with Kyle only once, but the bouncers made sure he stayed out of the club. She finished a set, and as she came off the stage, Mia told her a man wanted a VIP room dance.

Mandi went in, and it was Lawrence. She thanked him for helping her as she gave him the private dances.  The conversation got deep, and after the set, she led him to a booth and spent time talking. They mainly discussed the D/s lifestyle.  Mandi had to do another set on stage, and at the end it was Last Call.  The security began clearing out the customers, and Mandi told them to let Lawrence stay,

As soon as she was done and clocked out, Lawrence and Mandi had breakfast at Denny’s. Lawrence said he would like to try the dominant lifestyle. They talked until four in the morning. When they said goodbye, Mandi told him she would think about it. When she woke around noon on Saturday, she called out for dancing, citing a tender ankle. The manager she spoke with was a former dancer and knew how easily an ankle could become seriously injured. Besides, she liked Mandi.

Mandi drove to an adult bookstore and, ignoring the leers from the men inside, made her purchases. She then called Lawrence and agreed to meet up. He gave her his address.

oOo

Mandi knocked on the door. Lawrence answered. He invited her in. Mandi was blunt.

“Am I here to fuck you or to teach you what I know about how a Dom should be?”

“Why can’t it be both, babygirl?”

Mandi handed him the bag. Lawrence pulled out leather cuffs, a collar, a leash, and a book titled ‘SM101 A Realistic Guide.’

“This is your bible,” Mandi stated. She went over the same rules Kyle had negotiated. “I will be yours for today. I am not going to be a long-term sub.” Mandi took a breath and stripped naked.

“Collar me, Master.” She knelt, head bowed and hands flat on her thighs.

Lawrence fixed the leather collar. He was shaking with nerves.

“Master, if I may?”

“Yes.”

Mandi looked up at him. “If Master were to remove his clothes and sit in his chair, this one could worship Master’s magnificent cock while he begins to study the book.”

Lawrence stripped off his pants and sat, picking up the book. Mandi immediately began to kiss, lick, and suck Lawrence’s massive cock. She teased and worshipped him for nearly 20 minutes. She intentionally scraped his cock with her teeth.

“OW! Fuck!”

Mandi looked up. “Sorry, Master. In this case, the slave needs to be punished.”

Lawrence pulled her over his knee and spanked her hard. Instead of crying out, Mandi gave a low moan.

“One, Master.” A second swat. “Two, Master”

In between the swats, Lawrence rubbed the reddening globes of her ass. He felt Mandi’s pussy and discovered she was soaked. On the tenth swat, Mandi moaned, “Tangerine.”

Lawrence let her up. Mandi took off the collar. “Thank you, Lawrence. Did you enjoy your lesson being a Dom?” She looked down at his raging hard-on.

Lawrence pulled her so she straddled his legs.

“You want this fat cock.”

“Fuck yes I do.” Mandi groaned as she grabbed it and sank, the massive phallus sliding into her tight pussy.

“Fuuuck,” they moaned together. Mandi began to rise and fall, each descent driving him deeper.

“I love your cock.” Mandi sighed as she ground on him. “How do I feel?”

“Warm and wet.” Lawrence moaned.

“Tight?” the eighteen-year-old gasped as she slammed down hard.

“So fucking tight.”

They kissed, tongues exploring the other’s mouth.

Mandi stiffened. “GOD!” she groaned as her pussy clamped down on Lawrence as the orgasm consumed her.

With a display of strength, Lawrence stood, Mandi still impaled on his cock, and walked them both to the bedroom. They ended up with her legs wrapped around him, and Lawrence lunged into Mandi.

“FUCK! OW!” she screamed as his cock hammered her cervix. He backed off, and Mandi hissed, “FUCK ME HARD.”

Lawrence slammed his cock into her and moaned that he was going to cum.

“In my mouth.” Mandi urged. He moved up her body, and the first stream of sperm splattered her nose. Mandi lunged, engulfing his cock in her mouth, sucking hard. Her hand gripped him, pumping jet after jet of jism into her throat.

They got up and showered. Mandi dressed and kissed him.

“I won’t be your slave, but any time you want me to worship this fucking monster cock, call me.”

With that, she went back to her place and packed to head back to college.