by Leah Kent
Focus was something that Mandy seemed to need seriously. She had not seen it when the first met, but Mandy was nervous and hoping that Rose would agree to go to Chicago. Marcus had been trying since after the storm to get Rose to visit him, and she had found one excuse after another to put him off. Mandy’s arrival to the farm to take care of her sheep while Rose was gone was his last resort. It had worked, and the trip had opened Rose’s mind to so many delightful things.
When Rose returned, she soon discovered that while Mandy had the type of common sense one developed from rural life, she had the attention span of a city girl. Rose did not know if it was a result of living in Chicago for a while, or if it had something to do with Mandy’s development as a child. She was very good at multitasking, but that ability also made it hard for her to stay focused on one thing.
That showed through in her obedience training.
Rose would have to learn to tame Mandy, just as Marcus had. This was part of her learning. It was important to her to learn Dominance. She had enjoyed her time in Chicago, dominating Nicole alongside Marcus. She had enjoyed inflicting pain on the very willing Nicole as well. If she wanted more of that, she would have to learn the discipline that Marcus showed.
So, Protocols, Rose thought. Clothing was an easy protocol. Rose suspected that the clacking of Mandy’s boots might be a comfort to her. If she restricted her ability to wear them, that might help her control her pacing. Of course, Rose would have to control more than boots, if she wanted compliance.
“Mandy.” Rose waited for the submissive to stop and respond to her. Rose offered her a smile. “I want to establish some new protocols for the house.””
Mandy walked up to the counter and stood next to it. “Yes ma’am.”
“Right. So the boots are going to come off in the house. In fact, you will wear no shoes. Socks are allowed if the floor is cold, but that is it.” Rose looked down at the boots and back up to Mandy. Mandy started to bend down, and Rose stopped her. ““The boots aren’t the only thing going. The only things you are allowed to wear in the house are undergarments. No pants or skirts, no shirts or tanks. Underwear and bra, that’s it.””
Mandy gestured to her black tank top. “But I don’t wear a bra. What happens if someone comes up to the house?”
Rose let out a small laugh. The thought of poor Mandy having to answer the door almost completely nude was arousing, but it was not something she would subject her to here. While the other farmers around her were friendly and very much like family to her, they were not always the most open-minded when it came to differing lifestyles. They would not be rude, but they would be uncomfortable if they knew what happened in this house. Rose did not want to put them or Mandy in an awkward position.
“No one comes around without calling. I’ll handle answering the door if we’re inside. Unless it is Marcus. You have to answer the door for Marcus.”” Rose gave Mandy an even look and waited for a response. Mandy nodded and Rose continued. “Good. You can put your clothes on to go out and work, but as soon as you come inside, they come off and you fold them neatly. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am.” Mandy gave a slight nod of her head and averted her eyes down. Already, the protocol was having an effect, though it was not complete yet. Rose quietly counted in her head until she saw Mandy’s face brighten. “I should take off my clothes now, shouldn’t I?”
Rose gave another laugh. “Yes, you should.”
Mandy undressed, leaving only her white panties on. The weather was warm, so she took off her socks, having no need of them. Rose watched as Mandy folded everything and placed it neatly on the counter.
She realized she was going to have to devise punishments for disobedience. She thought a light one would be in order now. It would help reinforce the rules while showing that the infraction was not too bad. She had, after all, only just set the rule, and Mandy had realized herself that she was not immediately following it.
“Take off your panties too,” Rose said. “You can have them back in,” Rose thought about it. She had managed a five-count before Mandy realized she should not be dressed anymore. “You can have them back in twenty-five minutes. That’s five minutes for every count in my head that I waited for you to undress. If you come in and I see you have not taken off your clothes, I will start counting, and that will be how many five minutes you’re without the panties again.”
“Yes, ma’am. I understand.” Mandy took off her panties and folded them neatly, laying them on top of the rest of her clothes.
Rose looked over Mandy’s naked body. Her breasts were full and pert. She was thin, but shapely, with a defined waist and hips. Her sex was shaved smooth, and seeing Mandy’s body naked in front of her stirred all kinds of desires in Rose. She had fantasized about being with a woman plenty of times, enough that she knew she was not just straight. Nichole had been Rose’s first experience with a woman, but she only received pleasure from Nichole. Rose did not reciprocate anything, except for the delivery of pain of course. She felt the desire to touch Mandy’s body and explore it.
That was her right to do as well. Marcus had told her that Mandy’s obedience was absolute. She would help her on the farm, be her servant in the house, and she would be her slave in the bedroom if she desired it. Rose had Mandy up early in the mornings to help with the sheep, though the rain ended their duties early, and she had her straightening up around the house, fixing drinks, and cooking meals. She had not taken advantage of the sexual side of Mandy’s submission yet.
I suppose it’s time to change that.
Chapter Two
Rose stepped closer to Mandy. She wanted to touch all of Mandy’s body, not just her sex. She brought her hand up to Mandy’s cheek and caressed it softly. She expected Mandy to tremble. Rose was nervous. Instead, Mandy sighed, and Rose relaxed. No, she had not touched a woman before, but she had masturbated plenty of times. She did not suppose touching another woman would be too different. She knew the things she liked, so she would just need to do those things to Mandy.
Rose moved her other hand up to Mandy’s other cheek and caressed, moving her hands in time together. Mandy closed her eyes and as Rose moved her hands down to Mandy’s neck, the submissive tilted her head back, exposing herself. Rose felt the urge to press her fingers around that pale, slender neck, but fought that urge. Marcus’ rule about physical S&M activity here was strict. They were not to engage in it. She could command Mandy and use her to learn, but for safety and his own pleasure, there would be no S&M until they were visiting him in Chicago.
That did not mean, however, that Rose could not play head games with Mandy.
She brought her fingers around Mandy’s neck, touching her fingertips together behind Mandy’s neck and her thumbs together in front of her throat. Mandy let out a light whimper and her body trembled. Rose did not push in, she only held her hands there loosely. The whimper became a light, soft moan, and Rose looked down to see Mandy’s nipples hardening.
“You want this, don’t you?” Rose asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Mandy’s voice was small, as though her throat were already constricted.
Rose caressed both sides of Mandy’s neck, moving down to the shoulders. “Marcus said no, not here.”
Mandy let out a pitiful noise that made Rose warm between her legs. Mental sadism, it seemed, was just as stimulating to her as the physical was. Fortunately, it was allowed. In some ways, it was a part of obedience training. Rose trailed her fingers down to Mandy’s breasts and teased her nipples. She played to pinch them, and listened as Mandy made a sound between a whimper and a moan. She only lightly squeezed them, and nothing more before sliding her hands down Mandy’s waist to her hips.
“Open your legs,” Rose commanded.
Mandy did as she was told. Rose dropped to her knees, wondering what Marcus would make of this position. Did it matter? If she was taking pleasure from her submissive, she supposed she could do that any way she chose. Rose used her fingers to open the outer ski
n of Mandy’s sex, pinching only very lightly to tease her.
Now Rose felt nervous again as she looked at the folds of skin before her. She brought her tongue up to lick along the skin lightly. Mandy responded with a shiver, and Rose knew she was on the right track. Then she thought about it. Did it matter? She wanted Mandy to feel pleasure, true, but this was about Rose’s desire to explore her submissive’’s body.
She would do what she enjoyed doing.
Rose pulled the gentle, pink skin between her lips, sucking and lightly pulling it over her teeth. Mandy cried out at that, and as Rose pushed one finger into her submissive, she could see that she was very wet. Rose pulled each fold of skin through her lips in this way, light and teasing. She beckoned with her finger and felt Mandy’s body flex and relax around her.
Slowly, Rose moved her tongue up to find Mandy’s clitoris. She flicked her tongue over it and circled it, growing more eager with her beckoning finger. Mandy cried out again and her body shuddered. Rose removed her finger and slid her tongue down, pushing it inside Mandy’s body to taste the orgasm she had brought on. The flavor was light, and Rose sucked as much of it in as she could.
When she stopped, she stood up and looked at Mandy. The submissive had her head straight again and her eyes turned down. She was flush, and even without looking in Mandy’s eyes, Rose could see she enjoyed the experience. She kissed Mandy lightly on the lips and let her tongue seek its entrance. Mandy welcomed her, and her kiss grew more passionate at the taste of herself on Rose’’s tongue and lips.
Rose broke the kiss and pulled back, looking at her submissive. Her sex was pink from the pleasure Rose had given her and Mandy’s breathing was still unsteady. Rose smiled to herself. She decided her own rule would be to do that at least once a day. It was nice to explore Mandy’s body, and bringing her pleasure had been its own kind of power. She supposed that she should not be surprised by that. She had felt the same rush with men as well, even when she went down on them.
“Make me a glass of tea,” Mandy. “Only two ice cubes and make sure you leave a half inch at the top of the glass so that it doesn’’t spill.”
“As you wish.” Mandy gave a small bow.
Rose walked into the living room and sat down on her sofa. She waited patiently for her drink, listening to the rain on the roof. When Mandy brought in the drink, it was just as Rose as asked. She had Mandy stand still beside her and wait. She could see from the corner of her eye that Mandy’s muscles twitched. She wanted to resume her pacing.
Mandy did not move, however. Rose finally had Mandy sit at her feet and allowed her to lay her head on Rose’s knee. Rose played with Mandy’s ponytail and enjoyed simply relaxing with her submissive at her feet. This was a good start, she thought, to improved discipline.
Chapter Three
Rose slowly added protocols to Mandy. She was amazed how simply having the submissive address her a certain way, kneel and stand in certain positions, and present herself every morning reinforced Mandy’s self-discipline. Gone was the eager young woman who paced nervously during storms, and in her place was a careful and eager submissive, obedient to every command issued to her.
The constant vigilance to maintain that discipline, however, was exhausting. Rose found herself treasuring the time she spent pleasuring Mandy, or having Mandy pleasure her, simply for the release both of her exhaustion and frustration and from the strict protocols. It was a time to let go, and while she was still in control of those moments, the control was a simpler one, primal in its nature.
By the end of the two weeks, Rose felt confident in her own Dominance, and Mandy seemed comfortable in her submission. Maintaining the different protocols and rituals was still exhausting. Rose had a very different kind of respect for Marcus now as she packed bags for the trip to Chicago. For this trip, she and Mandy would be flying together. Nancy would meet them at the airport. Rose had someone from town who would be able to watch the farm for her, now that most of the rebuilding efforts were through.
For the flight, Rose decided that Mandy would wear a skirt instead of her normal jeans. Rose had gone into town and purchased a nice, knee-length black skirt that she thought would look nice with Mandy’s tank tops and ankle boots. She would not be allowed underwear on the trip. Even though Rose knew there would be no time for her to try to do anything with Mandy on the flight, she still wanted the threat and tease. Mandy, for her part, seemed thrilled by the idea.
Rose felt a strange duality in returning to Chicago. On one hand, she was happy to get to see Marcus again. She missed him, the touch of his lips, the feel of his arms around her, and the power of him inside her. It was a shared power; unlike any other relationship, she had ever been in, where she had to struggle to maintain something of herself. Her experience with Marcus and with Mandy showed her that even normal, everyday relationships had their power exchange. The partners in those relationships were simply unaware of how that power moved and were unable to control it. They only knew that they craved to either take it or have it taken.
Marcus had no desire to take power from her. In a sense, he did have power over Rose. In addition to being her lover, he was also her mentor, guiding her in lessons of Dominance and teaching her to open up and control her own sadistic nature. He was cultivating her, and that gave him more power over Rose than she ever allowed anyone to have. He was training her as an equal, though, and each step she was free to question and challenge his lessons.
She was afraid of going back to Chicago. These two weeks of learning to be a Dominant, setting rules and protocols, maintaining and enforcing them, had been exhausting. Through it, she felt the kinship and affection she initially felt for Mandy growing. Rose did not spend all of her time simply giving the submissive commands and having her do her bidding. They also spent time simply talking and getting to know each other.
Mandy grew up on a farm not unlike Rose’s, though they raised cows rather than sheep. They took on sheep from time to time, but usually only long enough to raise them up for one sheering of wool and slaughter for their meat. Mandy had always wanted to keep sheep on the farm, and was delighted to spend time with Rose’s animals. The farm was actually part of a family-run community farm, with multiple generations owning adjacent fields. She spent her whole life around her grandparents and aunts and uncles.
Chicago was an escape for her, a way to get out and learn about more of the world. She missed the farm sometimes, which made her ecstatic when Marcus decided to send her to Kansas. She never regretted leaving, though.
Rose felt just the opposite. She loved the idea of going to Chicago to see Marcus, but she could not imagine leaving her farm, even for him. She would maintain a long-distance relationship. A man like him was busy enough that it would not matter if she were with him in Kansas or Chicago. The thought of giving up this life, the open fields and the animals, was not something Rose could entertain.
The thought of giving up Mandy was proving just as challenging to her. She knew she would have to. Mandy belonged to Marcus, and it would be wrong for her to try to take Mandy away from him. The thought of returning to Kansas without her, however, left Rose feeling anxious, as though she would be leaving some part of herself. She tried to examine the feelings, to understand them. She knew she was in love with Marcus. Her trip to Chicago had sealed that.
She hoped that he shared those emotions, but she did not dare ask him. In her experience, women tended to fall in love more quickly than men did – at least Rose fell in love more quickly. If she brought up the topic of love before he was ready to discuss it, then she could easily lose the relationship she hoped to build with him.
Rose did not think she was in love with Mandy. The feeling was similar. She felt a deep affection for her, and she would call her a friend – perhaps even her best friend – without any hesitation. The feeling was not the same as what she felt for Marcus, though. It was hard to define because she did not think it was lesser.
It was simply different.
It made the prospect of going to Chicago frightening for Rose. Marcus would not let Mandy stay here forever. Eventually, he would want his submissive back in his service. Rose wondered if she had done something wrong in letting herself grow this attached to Mandy. If she had, there was nothing to be done for it now. She would have to accept the consequences and move on.
Chapter Four
Lyle Gordon arrived to the farm the morning that Rose and Mandy were to head to the airport. He was a kind man, in his late sixties, with a large bald spot on his head and a pleasant face. He gave Rose a polite bow and gave Mandy a wink of his eye. He liked to flirt with women when he could, and Mandy gave him a giggle and blushed at the wink.
That put a smile on his face as he turned his attention back to Rose. “Now, I don’t suppose you left detailed care instructions again,” he teased.
Rose rolled her eyes. “It was my first time having to be away from the farm.” Rose looked from Lyle to Mandy. “He’s watched the place for me once before, for two days. I left him a four page list of everything to do, not thinking about the fact that he worked as a farm hand his whole life.”
Lyle laughed. “So, you’ll be off to visit Miss Mandy’s family. I hope she’ll be coming back with you.”
Rose looked from Lyle to Mandy. She could see some doubt in Mandy’s eyes as well. Rose was not sure if the trepidation she saw in Mandy’s eyes was for not returning or hurting Rose’s feelings. Rose looked back to Lyle. “That’ll depend on how her grandmother’s doing. You sure I’m not putting you out by asking you to stay a week.”
“Not at all. I’m going to go and reintroduce myself to those pampered sheep of yours. You two young ladies enjoy your trip.” Lyle made his way to the barn.
Rose and Mandy went inside to get their suitcases and load them into Rose’s truck. Rose drove them out to the airport, telling Mandy stories about Lyle and many of the other folk who populated the town and surrounding farms. It was a pleasant drive, and only drove home to Rose how much she would miss Mandy’s company.