Ah, this chapter was another hard one to write. All told, I wrote about 7k words and pruned off 2k in editing or just...not fitting into the chapter. Some of it may make a return some other day (because there were some fun ideas that didn't fit, boo), but what I have kept I hope you enjoy!
Gamagoori never expected to find himself in this particular situation.
It had been a month since Mako had suggested they switch roles in the bedroom for a night, which Gamagoori had just chalked up to the post scene afterglow. They threw around ideas for later dates based on what worked and didn't, so he had assumed it was just a throwaway comment. The seed had been planted however.
"How would Mako look in rope bondage?" He thought as Mako worked one evening to bind his arms behind him. "Perhaps I could tie her up, get a toy and make her come over and over till she begs me to stop."
That particular train of thought earned him a night of orgasm denial when Mako got no response out of him on what he was thinking. How could he tell her? It might have ruined the surprise. If it ever actually happened.
Another night found him collared and cuffed to the bed while Mako was making dinner. She had told him to think of ways that he should be punished and if she found any too gentle, well, Gamagoori had understood that it would end painfully. He had thought of some punishments that would make his Lady happy, but then his mind drifted to what he would do to punish a disobedient Mako. "Would she allow for me to use a crop on her? It would have to be gentle, but it does provide a nice sting. Maybe forcing her to go out with no underwear would be worse, though she has already done that in normal circumstances…"
Mako had returned to the room to a Gamagoori begging for release, though she had yet to touch him, past putting on the leather straps holding him in place. Of course she drew it out, enjoying his pleas as she teased him towards insanity.
It ended up being in the quiet of a shared afternoon off that Gamagoori couldn't hold it in any more. Mako was finalizing some wedding plans with him at the kitchen table when he burst out "I want to dominate you!" She looked up at him and Gamagoori felt his face begin to turn red.
"Ha! I knew that's been on your mind!" Mako slammed her hand on the table, causing him to jump. "You get this look on your face when you're thinking about sexy things and this one was just a bit different than usual and I thought 'I wonder if my comment from a month ago is making him think' and I was right!"
"You...you could tell I was thinking about that just by a look?" Gamagoori hoped he wasn't that transparent.
"Well, you tend to blush when you're thinking racy thoughts. It's rather cute on you." She said with a grin. He groaned and buried his face in his arms. "Well that's not a bad thing!"
Gamagoori mumbled something and then brought his head up. His face was blazing and he began to run his hands nervously through his hair. "If...if you're okay with this idea..."
"I am."
"Don't interrupt. I need momentum to keep going." He grumbled before taking a deep breath. "I need to make sure that you are willing-"
"I am."
"Mako!"
"What? Ira, listen to me." She kept her gaze steady. "I suggested it because I wanted to try it. I trust you to figure something out and treat me with respect. Understand?"
Gamagoori nodded, still red in the face. "Now I wish I hadn't waited so long to bring this up." He quipped, earning a grin from Mako.
"Well whose fault is that? Now." Mako crossed her arms and leaned forward. Gamagoori tried to not be distracted by the flash of cleavage she was giving him. "What can I do to help you?"
"Well, ah, first," he forced his eyes up, "I need to know what your limits are and what you refuse to do."
"I'll do my own version of the questionnaire that I had you do." Mako said in response, to which Gamagoori nodded.
"And, uh, access to all your props." Mako nodded and he continued. "Finally, a good time to actually...do the scene."
They sat quietly for a moment, Mako looking thoughtful, while Gamagoori shifted in his seat. This was uncharted territory for him, and he hoped that he was going about this well enough. He just tried to think of what Mako had done for him and go from there.
"How about a week from today? I'm going out with Ryuko and my mother to try on wedding dresses and I'll be done around four. I'll leave you to figure out the rest." She smirked. Gamagoori tried to act relaxed in response but inside he was equal parts giddy and terrified. The topic changed to colors for the wedding ("I'm partial to black and gold, what do you think?") but Gamagoori's mind was elsewhere.
Now the fun began.
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The morning of the role reversal dawned bright and clear. Mako thought it to be entirely too early to be awake, but the alarm she had set the night before so she would get up in time for shopping was going off. She silenced it and fell back into the bed, wishing Gamagoori didn't have to leave even earlier for...something.
His mood over the past few days had made Mako curious as to what he had planned. Gamagoori had been full of nervous energy, pacing the hallway muttering to himself. Mako had to keep him distracted or else she feared the floor would be worn out before anything even took place. Whatever nerves she had about this scene, Gamagoori had ten fold.
Now was not the time to think on that, Mako let out a sigh. Her mother and Ryuko were going to be showing up soon and she needed to eat something before she was shoved into dress after dress. Not bothering to put on any clothes, Mako wrapped the blanket around herself and made her way to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, she realized just how fortunate it was that she was the first in the kitchen and not her mother or friend.
Spread out on the table was a new set of bra and panties, which would have been harmless on their own, but Mako remembered this particular design. These were a close copy to the same pair that she "accidentally" flashed Gamagoori with in their early courtship, leading to their first night together. First of many, Mako was happy to say. Still, she was unsure of what this would lead to. There was no note, but it was obvious that he expected her to be wearing this for the day, but for what reason?
"Mako, are you ready to go?" Her mother's voice called from the front door, causing her to let out a small shriek and run into the back with her new clothes.
"Just-just a minute!" Mako yelled back as she put the undergarments that Gamagoori laid out for her and then threw on the first dress she could find before running to the front door.
"We did say we would be here at this time Mako." Ryuko said with a grin. "Not like you have anything else going on today."
"Are you feeling alright?" Her mother shooed Ryuko out of the way to place her hands on Mako's cheeks. "You seem flushed. Not catching a cold are you?"
"Lets go shopping!" Mako pointed down the road and skipped away from the two confused family members on her porch. It didn't matter that she had to run back and actually grab her purse and shoes, Mako managed to distract them from asking more questions about why she seemed to have more energy than usual.
They had just entered the second shop when Mako received a text from Gamagoori. It was just after noon and her mother and Ryuko were chatting over which dress Mako should try next.
'I trust you are wearing the clothes I laid out for you.' Mako fired back a quick text in the affirmative before she was shoved into a dressing room with an armful of dresses and a talkative clerk to help her actually lace her up. As she was being stuffed into a pool of organza and lace, she saw that Gamagoori had written a response.
'Good. I always loved how they looked on you, even if you were disobeying school rules by showing me. Rules are made to be followed.' A shiver ran through her. Gamagoori was obviously not waiting until after she returned home to begin. Mako waited to respond till after she had paraded the monstrosity of the dress in front of her amused mother and friend.
'Rules were made to be broken.' Mako sent back to him. She was on edge waiting to see what he responded. So much so that she walked out of the dressing room in a gown, took three steps, and walked right back in, not listening to the protests she was receiving. It was disappointing to see that Gamagoori had not responded yet, meaning she took another, slower, walk out for the others sake. Mako knew she should be paying attention to finding the dress that she would someday be married in, but it was hard when she had a closer engagement at hand.
Returning for a second time, her phone alerted her to a new message waiting for her. 'I will not stand for that Mankanshoku. I will mold you into the perfect student.' Mako let out a nervous giggle. It was strange to have so little control of a scene after so long of taking the lead. This was exciting. With the finality of Gamagoori's last text, she returned to trying on dresses, becoming more and more anxious to leave as the day went on.
By the time they had visited all the shops for the day, Mako was ready to run home. The final appointment had run late and she felt even more anxious to get back. It took all her self control to walk with her mother and Ryuko, apologize for not being able to stay out for more shopping ("Gamagoori and I have a date night planned. Going to spend the night in our pyjamas and relax!"), and said goodbye at the intersection that took her home. Once she was sure they were out of hearing distance, she let out a breath that she felt like she had held in all day.
Mako sent a quick text to let Gamagoori know she was near and apologizing for being late. 'I hope he hasn't been hiding and waiting for me,' she mused as she trotted as fast as she could home, 'he might not be up for anything if he's too tired from crouching one place for too long.' Stopping in front of the porch that led to the door and whatever it was that Gamagoori had planned, Mako tried to calm herself down. The adrenaline, nerves, and arousal that was coursing through her body was making her feel light headed. Nothing to do now but go inside and see just what it was like to be dominated.
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Gamagoori was ready when he heard the front door open. He had spent the afternoon doing some rearranging of the front room, finishing only minutes prior to receiving Mako's text that she was on her way home. Waiting those ten minutes as she made her way back was agony. When Gamagoori heard the rattle of keys in the door he forced himself to take a deep breath and settle himself down. He had a role to play now.
"Ira?" Mako's voice called from the front door. The house was darker than usual, as Gamagoori had taken care to cover all the windows, leaving the dim lamp on next to him as the only source of light. In the low light Mako would be unable to see much unless she was in the room with him. She must have noticed, because she called out again. "Why is it so dark?" He said nothing waiting for her to come towards the living room.
The front door clicked shut and the lock slid into place. Mako seemed to be talking to herself, and Gamagoori couldn't help but crack a smile, which lasted only a brief moment as he remembered that he was the one in control tonight. Disorientating her was working. He watched as she finally made her way down the hall and looked in the living room. The expression on her face was incredible.
"I think you can guess why I am here, Mankanshoku." He leaned on the desk he had moved into the front room, enjoying the emotions that were playing across Mako's face. "You have been a bad student and I, Ira Gamagoori, Head of Discipline, am here to make sure you are disciplined properly."
Mako's face had settled on shock by the time he had finished talking, her eyes moving from his stern demeanor, down to the reconstructed black and gold Goku Uniform that he wore from when he was in the Discipline Head position. Finally her eyes fell on the desk where a neat row of various toys that he might consider using on her throughout the evening. Gamagoori watched as she visibly swallowed, her hands clasped behind her.
"Do you have anything to say in your defense, Mankanshoku?"
"I...I believe we can work out a different arrangement." Mako stammered out. "I don't really want to be disciplined and I can...offer certain services in exchange for a lighter sentence."
Gamagoori shook his head, outwardly disapproving and inwardly pleased she was playing along. "You must think me easy to bribe, Mankanshoku. No, you must learn your place as a student and accept my discipline." He stood and walked around the table, looming over the petite girl. "But, perhaps if you fall in line, there may be some...benefits for you." Gamagoori leaned down, getting close to Mako's face. "Shall we begin?" Her slow nod was all he needed to continue.
"Take off your clothes." Gamagoori ordered. "A student such as you has no shame, one of many reasons you are here today." Mako hesitated. A swift slap to her backside caused her to cry out and take a step forward. "Now Mankanshoku!"
Not needing to be told twice, she made quick work of her dress and bra. "Stop!" Gamagoori barked as she began to take off her panties. "Those stay." Mako flashed him a cheeky grin before straightening up. Standing in the center of the room mostly naked while Gamagoori circled around her, enjoying the sight, was causing her to flush red. He noticed her clenching her legs together as he took one last look over her.
"It seems you enjoy the attention I'm giving you, is that so Mankanshoku?" Gamagoori asked as he went to the desk to pick up one of his new purchases.
"Y-yes I am." Mako looked at him with a small smile as he stood in front of her, hands behind his back keeping his next move hidden. "And it seems you are enjoying what you see." Her eyes darted to the front of his pants where the fabric was beginning to constrain his hardening cock.
"You are an insolent one Mankanshoku. You will be taught manners. From now on you will refer to me as Sir. Understood?"
"Yes." Frowning when she ignored his new rule, Gamagoori leaned over, placing the small metal clamps onto Mako's nipples. She let out a small gasp at the pain, but he wasn't finished. Gently, he gripped the chain connecting them together and gave a slight tug. This elicited a much louder response.
"That is a taste of what may happen if you disobey me further, Mankanshoku. Now, do you understand?" Gamagoori pulled at the chain again, drawing a moan from Mako's throat.
"Yes Sir." She gasped out.
"Good." Enjoying the sounds that Mako was making, Gamagoori gave one more pull to hear her cry out again before he left her. "It has come to my attention that there are two instances of rule breaking that you must be punished for." He went to behind the desk and picked up the chair, moving it in front of where Mako stood. "First, you were late in arriving. Lay across my lap, Mankanshoku."
"Across your lap?" Without a word Gamagoori reached over and took hold of the chain and pulled, drawing Mako to him. After only a moment of resistance, she lay herself on his lap, panting from the rush of pain that drew her over.
"I will not be gentle, Mankanshoku. A spanking for every minute you were late."
"And how late was I...Sir?" Mako wriggled deliberately in his lap, causing him to let out a hiss as she brushed against his hard cock. Needing to stop her before she distracted him too much, Gamagoori laid a slap on her backside much harder than he had intended. Mako cried out and stopped rubbing against him.
"Ten minutes late." His voice was low and he felt Mako tense at his words. He rubbed her ass where he had just hit. "I expect you to count out each time I spank you. That was…"
"One, Sir." Gamagoori had to bite back a moan, hearing Mako call him that in her breathy voice was incredibly sexy. To distract his mind as best he could, he proceeded in her punishment, laying a firm slap on her backside, waiting for her to count out the number, massaging for a moment, and then repeating. By number five, Mako was wriggling to get away from the hits that kept landing in the same location. Number seven, and Gamagoori held her firmly still with his free hand so would stop grinding against him. Number ten, and Mako stuttered out her final "S-s-sir!" flushed red from exertion and pleasure.
"You seemed to enjoy that punishment a little too much, Mankanshoku." Gamagoori said as he rubbed at the sore skin. He slipped a finger under the fabric of her panties, running it against her pussy, unsurprised at how wet she was. Mako whimpered as he teased at her clit for a moment before pushing her up off his lap. "Stand with your arms behind you, Mankanshoku. You still have more to be disciplined for."
Standing before him on shaky legs, Mako did as she was told, watching him run his fingers over the various implements of pain and bondage he had to choose from. "Next we must fix your behavior problems."
"What sort of behavior problems, Sir?" Mako asked, another smile appearing on her face.
"You don't seem to understand who is in charge here, Mankanshoku." Gamagoori sighed, turning back and advancing on where she stood. He held a roll of black tape in front of him and tore a piece off. Taking her hands, Gamagoori wrapped the tape around her wrists tightly, giving her no room to move. "I'm willing to let certain things slide, but your disrespect for authority leaves something to be desired." He pointed to the chair. "Sit."
Mako did as she was told, her grin still present. He would have to do something about that. Kneeling over, he tore off two more strips of tape, securing her to the chair. As he stood, Mako tested the bonds and, finding there was no way to make it out, looked to see what Gamagoori would do next. He was ready for her when her head turned, slipping a blindfold over her eyes.
"Since you see fit to tease me constantly with your looks and actions, your punishment is to be teased, without mercy." Gamagoori ran a finger down her arm, feeling the goose bumps rise on her skin following his words.
"I thought you liked the teasing Sir."
He couldn't hold back a laugh at her comment. "Just because I enjoy the teasing does not mean it is against the rules. I punish myself in penance for my faults, but you need to learn consequences as well. I expect you to keep silent or else you will only bring more discipline on yourself." Mako nodded as she tried to look towards where Gamagoori's voice was coming from. For a moment, he stood to her side, watching Mako sit as still as she could, her breath coming out in short bursts as she anticipated what would happen next. Time to put his next plan into action.
After letting her calm down for a moment in her current position, Gamagoori took the few steps to the desk and picked up a feather. "You know, Mankanshoku, I can't help but be impressed. Such a small girl as you wielding so much power over me." He brushed the feather against Mako's arm, causing her to jump away. "You have a certain way about you that draws me to you, even in its because you can't seem to do anything by the book." Mako let out a short laugh before realizing she was to make no noises. Gamagoori reached forward and gave a tug on the chain connecting the clamps, causing Mako to bite her lip in order to not let another sound escape.
"I told you, stay quiet Mankanshoku." Gamagoori purred into her ear, returning to drag the feather over her bare skin. "Remember what you said earlier? Rules were made to be broken. I think you'll find that things become more...pleasurable when rules are obeyed." He placed a line of kisses down her neck, which made Mako shift around more. "Unfortunately, you're not here for pleasure. You are here to be disciplined." Doing his best to get another sound out of her, Gamagoori ran the feather over her breasts, teasing at her sensitive and swollen nipples.
Mako tried to move away from the offending object, but Gamagoori held her body in place. "You aren't getting away that easily, Mankanshoku." He let a smile spread across his face as she let out a breath, trying very hard not to make a sound. Even when he pulled at the clamps, the only response she gave was a sharp breath in. He would have to do better to get a response out of her.
"You are a hard one to crack." Gamagoori put the feather back. "It's probably because you are such a depraved individual that it takes more to break you." He picked up a new toy he had purchased for this very instance. "Fortunately, I understand how you work, Mankanshoku, and this...this will be hard for you to resist."
Pressing the button on the vibrator he held in his hand, Gamagoori kneeled behind her and reached over to press it against Mako's clit through the soaked panties, causing her to jump and cry out in surprise. He moved it away leaving her trembling.
"So thats what it takes for you to break. Pleasure. Remember Mankanshoku, you are to be quiet. Any more noises and I may find another punishment for you." Gamagoori returned the vibrator against Mako, though with a lighter touch than before. Mako threw back her head, breathing heavily as her body reacted to the vibrations.
"I could tease you like this for hours." Gamagoori murmured. "The sight of you trying so hard to not make a sound." He pressed the vibrator hard against her, forcing a choked moan from Mako's throat. "Is beautiful. It makes my cock ache to see you like this." The words were barely out of his mouth when he felt Mako shudder as an orgasm rolled through her body.
"I don't believe I gave you permission to cum, Mankanshoku." He growled as he plucked at a clamp, earning a loud moan from Mako who seemed to have given up trying to be quiet. "And you can't seem to understand how to keep your voice down. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I-I'm sorry S-Sir." Mako gasped out as Gamagoori returned the vibe to her clit. "I-I-I can't-" She let out a cry as another orgasm crashed over her, causing her to try and escape from the persistent buzz of the toy.
"Can't what, Mankanshoku? The only thing it seems you can't do is follow the rules." Seeing Mako come apart like this was making it difficult for Gamagoori to keep up the act. He was actually surprised he had lasted this long, and deep down he knew it would only be a short while longer before he freed Mako and had his own wicked way with her.
Mako didn't respond, instead losing herself to another orgasm, her moans breathy as she writhed in the chair. Gamagoori began to wonder just how many times he could get her to cum. "P-p-please Sir!" Mako cried out, arching away from the chair and leaning her head back as if searching for where Gamagoori was. He could see that she was at her limits and removed the vibrator, leaving her bent forward and shivering in pleasure.
Looking her over, Gamagoori decided it was time for his own release. He undressed as fast as he possibly could, only leaving his unbuttoned jacket on in his haste before tearing through the bonds that held Mako to the chair, as well as through the panties that she still wore. Not needing them to control her any more, Gamagoori also removed the clamps as he manouvered her towards the desk, earning a sigh of relief from Mako.
"I think you've had enough discipline for today." Gamagoori said as he turned her to face him. Lifting her up onto the desk, he tore her blindfold off. Mako blinked at the return of her sight, though her view was soon obstructed when Gamagoori leaned in for a searing kiss. He broke it off and positioned Mako where he wanted her, holding her upright. "While there is still much for you to learn, Mankanshoku, I think you deserve a reward."
"Thank you Sir." Mako panted as her eyes drifted to look at Gamagoori's twitching cock. Not willing to wait a moment longer, he leaned in and buried himself inside her. It felt so good that Gamagoori was worried for a moment that he wouldn't be able to last longer than a few seconds. Mako wasn't helping as she rolled her hips, obviously wanting more.
"Not so fast Mankanshoku." Gamagoori pushed her back so she was flat on the desk, pinning her hands above her head and giving him a wonderful view of her breasts. "This may be a reward for you, but I'm the one in control." It took all his willpower, but Gamagoori forced himself to slow down. He took some time to kiss and bite at her neck as he thrust into her. Mako whined at his pace, but his resolve would not be broken. Teasing her nipples drew even louder sounds than before from her lips, so much so that in the back of his mind, Gamagoori wondered if he would have to come up with an excuse for the neighbors.
Soon, even he couldn't keep up the teasing pace and he began to pick up the speed. Glancing down at Mako, Gamagoori drank in the look of pleasure on her face as he filled her. Realizing that she would still be rather sensitive, Gamagoori slipped his hand down and began to rub. Within moments Mako was moaning as another orgasm crashed over her. Unable to ignore the pleasurable feeling of her cunt clenching down as she came, his mind short circuited as he let go, joining her in shared release.
"Wow." Mako breathed as they lay there, panting from exertion. It took him another moment before he regained rational thought.
"That a good wow...or…?"
Mako let out a laugh. "Good wow." She wiggled a little on the table as Gamagoori stood up and looked her over. Hair a mess, nipples swollen from the clamps, face flushed. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in just how debauched she looked at this moment. "Uh, Ira, could you…?" She moved her arms.
"Oh!" He leaned back over her and removed the tape from her wrists. "You're much better at the after care than I seem to be." Gamagoori blushed as he lifted Mako off the desk. She curled into him, nestling herself in the jacket he still wore.
"I've just had more experience." Mako sounded tired, but her eyes sparkled. "What did you think? Being in control?"
"It was certainly different." He said as he walked them towards the bathroom.
"Good different or-"
Gamagoori shrugged. "I think I prefer when you're the Domme. I worried about going too far with you, hitting too hard or being too cruel. You're a natural." He set Mako down on the edge of the bath and began filling the tub with warm water. She gestured to him to come closer, placing a kiss on his cheek when he was in range.
"I thought you were great. I felt safe and you never went too far." Mako grinned. "Well, perhaps when you broke out the vibe it was a little intense, but in the end it was good and I don't think I've gotten off that many times in a row before. Maybe I should have you try and beat the record some time."
"I'd be more than happy to." Gamagoori chuckled as Mako slipped into the hot bath, sighing as she sunk beneath the water.
"And that uniform. You'll need to hold onto that. I think we can work with it, too."
"I thought you would like that." Gamagoori said as he slipped the only remaining clothing he wore off and hung it from the doorknob. The gold accents winked as they caught the light.
"I'm glad you know me so well. Important things first, lets get clean. Talk later." Mako yawned. "I think some cuddling and food would be a good way to end this night." Gamagoori hummed in agreement and began to wash her back, glad that the scene had gone well and already looking forward to how Lady Mankanshoku would respond.
Thank you for reading! Also, thank you to all the lovely comments/reviews that you readers have sent to me. I reread them when I need motivation to keep going (day jobs are a buzz kill) and they truly keep me chugging along. Thank you (now I'm just gushing, whoops) to everyone who favorites/follows/reads my works. You are all lovely people and I hope your day is wonderful. As always you can chat with me here or on tumblr (musicaljinx). Till next time.