Monogamy Is For Men Only ( Mary the femdom intern story)

CHAPTER 3: HER CHOICE

After work I called Mary. I said hello and Mary replied, "Hello, I thought I TOLD you to call me when you got off work! It's 6:24 pm. I KNOW you got off work at 5:00 pm. I can tell right away that I NEED to train you. It's up to you Mark!"

There was a very uneasy silence as I nervously scrambled in my mind for a reply. Not only did I not know how to reply, but I was truly terrified. I didn't know what to say.

After a few seconds of awkward silence Mary said, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself Mark, YES or NO?"

"Yes or No?" I replied.

With total authority Mary snapped back, "Do you want me to TRAIN YOU, Yes or No?"

Instinctively, I answered "Yes Mary I want you to train me."

Immediately, I wanted to retract what I had just said. I couldn't believe I said I wanted her to train me without even thinking about it. Even more shocking than my response was the overwhelming feeling of total submission to Mary. My retraction became an emphatic reiteration followed by a begging for forgiveness.

Without thinking about it, I said

"Please Mary will you train me. I know I need it. I didn't know it before now. I am sorry. I should have called you the minute I got off of work. I didn't realize you meant immediately after I got off of work. Please forgive me."

Mary giggled softly and said,

"I demand unconditional subservience. I expect you to obey me without hesitating or questioning. Anything less than total submission to me is unacceptable." Pausing ever so briefly before saying quite loudly, "I mean it! I don't care what I tell you to do, say or even to pay. I don't need or want your thoughts, opinions, questions or whatever the fuck. What I care about is what I do want, need and expect from you; unconditional surrender. I say and you do. Well, do you think you can handle that?"

I sheepishly replied, "Yes Mary."

Somewhat under her breath Mary uttered, "what a surprise."

What the fuck did Mary mean by 'unconditional surrender' is what she expects from me. What is 'unconditional surrender' exactly when it comes to her and me. It's not like we just had a fight and I was wrong and she was right. Was Mary at war with me? Did she think I was in war with her? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Truthfully, I wanted to say, 'you know what, just forget it' and hang the fuck up. In fact, I even think I tried to say it, but couldn't as if I was under her spell.

"Hello, are you STILL there," Mary said.

"Sorry, I was just thinking" I replied. Thankfully, Mary didn't ask me what I was thinking about. Looking back at it now, perhaps she didn't ask me what I was thinking about because she knew I was thinking about. It would not surprise me in the least. More likely, Mary could care less what I was thinking about. But, I digress.

Instead of Mary inquiring about my thoughts at that moment, she gave me instructions on where and when to pick her up the next evening for dinner. She also told me that she would decide the place that I was going to take her for dinner and that I would be informed of her choice when I picked her up.

CHAPTER 3: HER CHOICE

I arrived 10 minutes early the next evening at the address Mary had given me. More specifically, it was 7:50 pm Saturday when I pulled into the GUESTS/WAITING AREA of the Mary's condominiums where Mary said she would meet me at 8:00 pm. I found an open parking spot and turned off the ignition. I fixated on the dashboard clock and very nervously waited for Mary wondering what her choice was going to be for me to take her out to dinner and hoping I was dressed accordingly. I had no idea that it was going to be all about what Mary was wearing.

I looked up from the dashboard clock when it changed to 8:00 pm to see Mary approaching wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen. I immediately jumped out and opened the passenger door for Mary.

Mary carefully wiggled into the passenger seat and I closed the passenger door saying, "that skirt is absolutely amazing Mary."

Mary replied, "I'm glad you like my skirt. I wore it especially for you."

I turned the key in the ignition and said, "thank you for wearing that skirt for me Mary."

Her Choice was a restaurant about an hour away. As I made a right turn onto the freeway my eyes made contact with Mary's skirt as I hit the gas pedal and accelerated to freeway merging speed. For a fraction of a split the second I got the urge to not look away from Mary's skirt similar to the urge you get to turn off the lights when driving on a deserted roadway late at night.

"It's OK. Go ahead and stare," said Mary breaking the silence, "I told you I wore this skirt for you. I wanted your attention on my young pussy."

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"Don't be afraid to stare." Mary said, "I told you I wore this skirt for you. I told you the first time we met at work that I had a boyfriend."

"Yes," I said nodding my head up and down.

"Well, of course my boyfriend is MY age is which is 10 years YOUNGER than you," continued Mary with a big supercilious grin,"AND HE HAS a thick 8 inch dick that I LOVE TO FUCK and SUCK. Don't you agree that I need to see pretty much immediately HOW you measure UP?"

"uh...uh....uh, what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"Take a GOOD look at ME," Mary snapped, "You SEE everything YOU need to see OF ME, don't you? YOU KNOW if you want to fuck my young pussy or suck on my sweet titties with or without this tight little skirt I am wearing? I wore the skirt to drive home the point I am making."

I was speechless once again.

"Well what do you think?" Mary said somewhat softly.

"What I think about fucking your young pussy and titties?" I asked equally softly.

"NO! NOT your thoughts on fucking me or sucking my titties you idiot! I KNOW you want to my pussy and I know you want to suck my titties. I don't want to know your thoughts. I WANT TO SEE what you GOT!", she said Laughing quite loudly as she said it. "WHIP IT OUT, bitch! I want to SEE YOUR DICK to KNOW if I want to fuck and suck it. And I want to SEE IT RIGHT NOW."

Mary then paused ever so briefly and told me to look at her. "I WANT to SEE your fucking cock," said Mary in a stern somewhat louder voice, "NOW, get your dick out and let me see it."

Mary reached up and found the cabin dome light switch. I nervously and slowly unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. I will never forget Mary's face under that dome light that night. She was looking at my crotch so intently she was oblivious to me staring at her and falling in love with the wickedness in her eyes and the power in her voice as she instructed me.

"Don't Talk and Don't Think! Listen and Obey like a GOOD BOY. Now, be a GOOD boy and take your COCK and BALLS for me to see. Take your cock out ALL the way. Pull your balls over your underwear and PRESENT your cock and balls to ME."

I did exactly as Mary said very nervously. Being forced to masturbate was shockingly new to me! Not to mention that I met Mary just 5 days ago on the first day of work at my new job. I talked to her for a couple of minutes yesterday at work to ask her out. We chatted on the phone last night for a bit.

Now, I am being TOLD to whip out my cock. ASKING Mary IS NOT! wtf turns to holy shit THEN now what. Mary quickly took care of NOW WHAT.

"HURRY UP!" Mary snapped, "Get that cock HARD for ME, quickly. JACK OFF slowly while I watch. One hand on the wheel and one hand on your cock. You WILL NOT CUM! You are masturbating right now to GET your dick HARD so I CAN SEE your dick in FULL SIZE."

Mary paused briefly before very forcibly exclaiming,

"You ARE NOT masturbating to CUM! When I say 'STOP JACKING OFF.' You WILL stop pumping your cock and let your cock GO SOFT again. When it is soft enough, you will put your cock back and balls back in your pants. DO you understand me?"

"Yes Mary." I replied automatically.

I was fully hard in seconds and Mary saw it immediately.

"That's enough Jacking Off for you. Your cock is as big as it gets. STOP JACKING OFF!" instructed Mary.