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The Story of Mandi

by Angelgirl


BDSM Sex Story: Mandi gets a new computer to learn how to use it. On the internet, she finds things she never imagined in her life

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   BDSM   MaleDom   Torture   .

Please don’t read this story if you are not prepared for extreme adult content. It is purely fiction and is meant only to entertain and excite your fantasies.

The computer was shining into her face like a giant light bulb. She had been trying for several weeks to find an interest in her new toy. So far, nothing she had found interested her very much. At first she looked at the sites that offered information about cooking and sewing, then she checked out the fitness sites. It all looked so very boring to her.

Her lover had given her the computer last October for her 28th birthday. He had told her that he thought it strange a registered nurse didn’t know how to use a computer. He wanted her to have it so that they could communicate in the chat sites, when he was away on business, or with his family. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to use a computer, she just felt that they were boring and useless, but she had promised him that she would give it a try.

One of the few things that she did find interesting were the chat sites. She found it refreshing how everyone seemed so willing to say anything. On this evening, Mandi was chatting with a person she had talked with several times before. The man she was chatting with called himself, “Big Daddy.” Their chatting had become extremely sexual, and Mandi experienced an orgasm almost every time she chatted with him. Mandi had taken the name, “Girl Angel,” to remain anonymous.

“How are you tonight?” she saw Big Daddy type on her screen.

“I’m a little lonely tonight, big Daddy, my lover is away again, and I’m all alone,” she answered.

“I wish that I were there with you, right now,” Big Daddy, answered back.

“Why? What would you do?” Mandi typed back to him, as she felt the excitement tingling through her body.

“Was that your real phone number, you gave me the last time we chatted?” he typed. “Can I phone you now?”

Mandi sat back in her chair, staring at the words on her screen. She had given him her phone number twice in the past, but he had never phoned her.

“He seems to have found some courage tonight,” she laughed to herself, as her fingers played between her legs. “What the hell, I’ll tell him he can phone me if he wants to.”

“Yes, Big Daddy, that is my phone number you have. I would love it if you were to phone me.”

Mandi watched as Big Daddy’s name disappeared off the screen.

“I scared him away again,” she thought, as she turned the computer off in disgust.

Mandi went into her bedroom. She stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror. She began to sway her hips to the music on her radio. She slowly removed her clothes, until she was standing in just her panties. Her nipples were hard and erect. She put one hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy, through her panties, her other hand was pinching one of her nipples.

“Oh God,” she sighed, “I need a cock so badly, I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get a cock soon. I think I’ll take a shower, maybe that will calm me down.”

After Mandi had adjusted the shower temperature just right, she stepped into its warm stream. She began to laugh as she looked down, realizing she still had her panties on. As she stepped out of her panties, the warm pulsing water was hitting onto her pubic mound. Mandi moaned loudly as its stream licked at her clit. She was getting close to an orgasm, when she heard her phone ringing.

“God damn, who could that be?” she thought, “it’s probably my mother. If I don’t answer it she will probably phone 911. Anyway, she has ruined the moment for me now.”

Mandi grabbed a large bath towel and wrapped it around herself, as she ran back into her bedroom. She jumped onto her bed and picked up the phone.

“Hello Mom!” she said, in a sarcastic tone.

There was a long pause on the other end, then she heard a man’s voice, “Girl Angel? Is that you?”

“Oh no, it’s him, it’s Big Daddy,” she thought trembling. “Yes, yes it’s me,” she answered sheepishly.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to phone you,” he said, in a deep voice, “but there were some things I had to do first.”

“That’s okay,” Mandi answered, “I was just taking a shower when you phoned,” she said.

“Tell me what you are doing now,” she heard him say. “Tell me what you are wearing, and where you are now.”

His voice had a strange effect on Mandi, it was like she couldn’t refuse to answer him.

“I was in the shower when you phoned, I am laying on my bed, with a towel wrapped around my body,” she answered.

“I want you to remove the towel. I want you to look at your body, as you have never looked at it before. Then I want you to tell me exactly what you look like.”

“What is he doing to me?” Mandi thought to herself, “I feel like I’m under his control, as if I’m his slave or something, I feel like I have to obey him.”

“I’m lying on my bed, and I have just thrown the towel onto the floor. I have long curly light brown hair, my eyes are green, my breasts are not really big, but they are firm, and I have large pink nipples. My pussy is bald, because I shaved it, ha, ha,” she laughed nervously. “I’m five feet, one inch tall, and I weigh about a hundred pounds. My skin is very white as I hate the sun. Is that a good enough description of me?” she asked him.

“Don’t ever call me, Big Daddy again.” She heard him say in a strong voice. “From now on you will call me, ‘Master, do you understand?”

“I feel like I’m under his control, how does he do this to me, I’m getting so horny,” she thought to herself.

“Yes Master, I understand.”

“Is your pussy hot, and wet?” he asked her.

“Yes Master, it is,” she answered.

“Stick your fingers into your cunt, stick them all into your cunt. I want to hear you screaming from the pain,” he said to her.

Mandi had never put more than three fingers into herself before, but this time she felt compelled to obey her Master. Her fingers started pushing into her pussy, as if they weren’t hers. It was like it was his hand pushing into her. She laid back and spread her legs as wide as she could. The pressure on her pussy hurt terribly.

“Please, please stop,” she said, “it hurts so much.”

Her Master was in total control of her now.

“I haven’t even begun,” she heard his voice saying. “I have a knife, and I will slit your fucking throat, if you don’t do exactly as I say, now shove your entire hand into that whore cunt, do it, now.”

Mandi’s head was spinning from the pain. Her hand was slowly going into her pussy.

“No, No, AAAAaaaaahhhhhh,” she yelled as her hand disappeared into her pussy.

“Did you do it, bitch?” she heard him say.

“Yes Master, I have my hand inside my pussy.”

“I want you to fist fuck that cunt, I want you to fuck it hard,” he ordered her.

“Yes Master, Yes, Oh God, Oh God,” she screamed. “My pussy is a in terrible pain, and yet for some strange reason it feels so good. Oh God, I love the pain,” she yelled into the phone.

“I want you to reach into your cunt so deep that you can feel your heart,” she heard him saying.

His words were driving Mandi insane with passion. The lust in her loins was more than she had ever experienced before in her life. She was pounding her fist so deeply into her pussy it was hitting her cervix. She began to explode with orgasm.

“No, No, No!” she screamed.

She dropped the phone onto the bed, and with both hands, tried to push it into her pussy. It felt like her pussy was ripping, but she didn’t care. She wanted it to rip. She wanted to feel the pain of her pussy ripping apart. Orgasm after orgasm raged through her body, until finally she lay there as if she were dead, the phone buried halfway into her pussy. She could hear a muffled voice calling her.

“Girl Angel, girl Angel, are you there?” It was her Master calling.

She pulled her phone out of her pussy, it was covered in sparkling wetness and a trace of blood. She put it to her mouth and began to lick off the fluid.

“Angel girl! Answer me,” she heard on the phone.

“What did you do to me?” she asked, as she put the phone to her ear. “I feel like I’ve been raped, my pussy is bleeding, and so sore.”

“But you loved it,” he said, cutting her off, “it was the best fuck your cunt has ever had, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t want to admit to that, but yes, it was wonderful. I have never experienced such passion, and you weren’t even here,” she said to him.

“If I had been there girl Angel, I would have killed you. I would have ripped your insides open. I don’t think that you are ready for that yet, are you?” he said.

Mandi was silent, she didn’t say a word.

“But you think about it all the time, don’t you, my little slut. You fantasize about being raped, and tortured, don’t you?”

“How does he know these things about me,” she thought trembling, “I have never told anyone about the crazy things in my mind.”

“How do you know? How do you know how I feel?” she pleaded, “I have never told anyone.”

“I knew,” he said, “I knew almost the first time we chatted. You are not so unique, there are lots of people out there like us.”

“I have never met anyone that could understand me, till now,” she said, sobbing. “You are the only person who knows about the monster in me. I don’t believe you, that there are others who fantasize as I do. Where do I find them?”

“I will tell you a site, on the Web to go to Girl Angel, but you must be very careful there. Like you, the majority of the men who read the stories, do it just to fantasize, and they are harmless. But some, like myself, would like to tear your cunt from your body and eat it raw.” Big Daddy told Mandi the name of the site to go to, again warning her to be careful. Mandi lay back on her bed, she was exhausted. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her pussy.

“I can’t believe how excited he made me, I can’t believe how sore my poor little pussy is,” she thought to herself as she fell fast asleep.

The next day she decided to look at the Web site that big Daddy had told her about. She keyed in the site, and her screen turned black for a moment. Then she saw words starting to appear. “Stories that are Really Nasty”. She scrolled down the page and read a long disclaimer. It said that if you didn’t like nasty stories, you should leave the site. It said the site was for adults only. Then she read that if someone wanted to send them a letter or store they could do so at their e-mail address. Then she read that they weren’t excepting any stories from new writers.

“I’m not interested in writing any silly love stories anyway,” she thought laughing to herself.

She was just about to turn off the computer, when she noticed the title of one of the stories, “Girl Gets A Zipper”.

“I wonder what that story could be about,” she thought to herself.

She opened the story and began reading it. It was a story about a little girl whose Daddy had gotten a doctor to put a zipper in her mouth and her pussy. Mandi couldn’t believe her eyes.

“The things they are doing to that little girl, I just don’t believe it, they are treating her like she is some kind of a sex toy, they don’t care anything about her, except for the fact she has a cunt. Oh fuck, I’m getting so horny. My heart is pounding. Yes, yes, fuck the little bitch, rip her cunt wide-open, shove your cock down her throat,” Mandy heard herself saying, as she read the story. It was the most exciting thing she had ever read, her panties were soaking wet, and her juices were running down her legs. An orgasm burst through her body long before she had finished the story. Before she finished reading the story she had cum so many times, she was totally drained. She opened another story. It was about to men abducting a young girl. They took her to a deserted barn. All the way there one of the men kept telling her what was going to happen to her, and that they were going to kill her when they were finished with her.

“I want to read this story so badly,” thought Mandi, “but I think I would have heart failure, my body can’t take any more. I have come so many times, and I can’t stop coming if I keep reading. This is the best day of my life, I have finally found people that are like me.

Over the next few weeks Mandi went to her new Web site every chance she got. She didn’t tell anyone what she was doing. Just thinking about the stories on the site would make her panties wet.

One night when she was lying on her bed with her lover, he said to her, “What is wrong with you, it’s like you hardly even noticed that I’m here, if it wasn’t for the fact that your cunt is always wet, I wouldn’t think that you enjoyed fucking me either, you seem so detached.”

Mandi decided to try confiding in her lover.

“Do you remember when you gave me the computer, you said I should find something that interests me on it.”

“Yeah, so what,” he answered.

“Well, I found a site that I really like, it’s a site where people write stories about things. I thought that I might try writing a story myself. The stories are about...”

“Sometimes I think that you are fucking nuts,” he yelled at her, cutting her off in mid-sentence. “I think you use your brain too much already. I don’t want you spending your time thinking about some crap story, when you should be paying more attention to me. You got a great body, maybe the best I have ever seen; your cunt is hot and tight. But we both know that you weren’t blessed with much of a brain. So use what you’ve got, and forget about that writing shit.”

Mandi never said another word to him about the site she had found. She would keep her fantasies a secret, as she had most of her life. Mandi continued to go to the site every chance she got. Mandi would become so excited every time she read one of the stories that she soaked her panties with orgasm after orgasm.

Her mind began to reveal to her, the stories that had been hidden so deeply inside of her.

“Oh, I wish I could tell one of my stories, I wish that I could share the stories I have in my mind with everyone. But I know I could never write a story good enough to be excepted by Mr. Boyd,” she thought sadly to herself. “But maybe, if I wrote one as best I could, and send it to one of the other writers, they might fix it up and post it as their own, that is what I’ll do.”

Mandi couldn’t wait to sit at her computer, and write her story. Writing a story really excited Mandi. She thought about all the different people that may read it, about the men it may excite, about what they may be like. She could have written her story much quicker if it wasn’t for having to masturbate almost every half-hour.

“This is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, I am either exploding with orgasm, or I am on the brink of it all the time I’m writing. I have never experienced anything so wonderful,” she thought.

By the time she had finished half of her story, she was becoming more and more excited at the thought of other people sharing her most intimate feelings, it was like a part of her. She decided against giving her story to another person, as she now wanted to be known as its writer. She decided to send the story to Mr. Boyd, even though she was sure he would laugh and reject it. When she had finished her story, she wrote a short note with it, and send it to Mr. Boyd.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, what have I done. I have just exposed my soul to a stranger. I have never before told anyone about the stories in my mind, and I have just laid myself bare to a stranger. Oh God, I’m so scared. What will he think of me? He will probably take one look at it and throw it into the garbage. Thank God he doesn’t know who I am, I found a real kinky e-mail site and used it. I’m sure a dumb cunt to think I could write a story.”

After Mandi settled down, she decided to print out her story on paper, for the first time. She sat on her bed and began to read it.

“Oh no, Oh no, it’s such a mess,” she sobbed. It has hundreds of mistakes. I can’t believe that I send it without reading it over first. I’m so stupid, so stupid.”

A few days later Mandi went to her e-mail site, and saw that there was a message for their there. The only person she had used the site for, was Mr. Boyd.

“He has sent my story back,” she thought, “and he’s probably telling me what a stupid cunt I am.”

When Mandi opened the letter she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was such a pleasant encouraging letter. He said, that he liked the story, but that she needed to do a little more work on it before he could post it. He suggested that she read his guidelines for writers, and have another try at it. Mandi was thrilled. Mr. Boyd was encouraging her to continue, it was the happiest day of her life. After several attempts to do it right, and many kind words from Mr. Boyd, he told her that he would be posting her story soon. Mandi checked his site three times a day. After a few days, she saw that her story had been posted, for all the world to see.

“All the other writers will see my story now,” she thought proudly, “I wish there was away to know some of them.”

Several weeks passed, before Mandi posted her second story. She placed her e-mail address at the end of each of her stories, hoping that someone might write and tell her what they thought of her story. She received several responses in her e-mail, to her stories. Some people gave her good advice, others, just said, they liked it. One man told her that he would like to capture her, and make her his personal slave. Several of the letters were from other writers, welcoming her to the site.

One evening as Mandi was getting ready for bed, she decided that it would be nice to print out all the letters that she had received, and read them in bed. As the letters were being printed out, Mandi was reading story about a girl who had been bound and gagged, with clothespins attached to her nipples, and the lips of her pussy.

“I can’t believe how that could be a turn on for a girl,” she thought, “how could a girl come with clothespins on her nipples and pussy.”

After the computer had finished printing the letters that had been sent to her, she took them and laid them out on her bed. She had just finished reading the story about the clothespin torturing.

“I’m so horny, I will never get to sleep in this state,” she thought to herself.

She walked into her bathroom to get her by vibrator, as she turned back to her bedroom, she stopped suddenly. There, on her counter was her box of plastic clothespins that she used to air dry her pants and bra. She just stood there for a long moment staring down at the box.

“I wonder what it would really feel like,” she thought, “I’m sure it would hurt like crazy. I must be nuts to even think about it.”

As Mandi walked past the box of clothespins, her hand reached out, as if possessed, picking up the box. Mandi stretched out on her bed naked, it was warm and cozy in her bedroom. She placed her vibrator and the clothespins on her left side, and the small stack of letters on her right. As she began to read the first letter, she could feel that her pussy was getting wet. The letter was from a man who was saying that he thought she must be a very kinky girl to be able to write such erotic stories. He was saying how much he would like to know her. He went on to say some of the things he would like to do to her. She couldn’t believe it when she began to read that he wanted to place clothespins on her nipples and clit.

“My clit! He would put a clothespin on my clit!” a little panic went through her, “I know that I could never endure that.”

Her eyes went down to her vibrator, and then to the box of clothespins. She lifted the heavy vibrator, it looked like a huge black cock, with veins that were ready to pop. She placed its head between the lips of her pussy and turned it on. She could hear its pleasant humming, as it began to massage between her lips. She lifted it a little higher, till it was over the hood that covered her clit.

“AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH,” she yelled out, “that feels so good, I had better go slowly if I want this to last.”

As she read the letter she continued to rub her pussy lips, and clit with the vibrator. By the time she put down the last letter she was panting like a bitch in heat. Her legs were spread wide open, her knees were high in the air. She was moving the vibrator faster and harder on her pussy and clit. Her free hand was rubbing and pinching her nipples. Again, her eyes traveled down to the box of clothespins. She lifted one of them from the box, and began to tease her nipple with it.

“I’m so horny, and the thought of this clip on my nipple is driving me wild, I just have to know. I have to try it, I can’t stop myself.”

She squeezed the clothespin, and its jaws opened wide.

“Oh God, it looks like something that is going to bite me.”

She lowered the mouth of the clip, so that it was over her hard swollen nipple.

“Yes, Yes, eat my nipple, hurt me,” she heard herself saying, as she let go of the end of the clip.

“EEEEEYYOW,” she screamed, as the clip bit down onto her nipple.

She felt pain shooting straight down into her pussy. The muscles in her pussy began to twitch and tighten.

“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH,” it hurts, it hurts, but for some reason it feels so good, the pain shooting right down into my pussy. I’m so close to coming.”

She lifted another clip from the box, and opened its jaws. She placed it over her other swollen nipple, releasing it.

“Yow, Yow,” she whimpered.

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