"I belong to Gwendolyn" was the bold inscription on my chest in ornate traditional calligraphy, "Gwendolyn" in large print arced across the top of my chest and "I belong to" in small letters centered above it. I finally saw it, backwards, reflected in the mirror above Gwendolyn's bathroom sink on Friday morning. "Oh!" I exclaimed as Gwendolyn gently removed the bandage. "It's beautiful!" We had returned from our morning r...

Gwendolyn was, from the first time I saw her, an icon for me. A vision of perfection. She walked past me on the school grounds unconscious of the devastation in her wake, unaware of her radiance, unaware of me, though my breath might catch and my gait might falter. I asked my brother Mitch about her. Like him, she was sixteen and two years behind me in high school. "Oh," he said, when I described her as delicate and aloof...

What were these heavy books I was schlepping for her? I tried to read the faded spines as we began our walk across campus to the lot where I was allowed to park my car. They appeared to be studies on matriarchal and matrilineal cultures. "So what are you majoring in?" I asked, doubling my pace to catch up. Gwendolyn evidently knew the way to Lot Six. "Anthropology." She gave me an appraising glance. I guess I looked genui...

Gwendolyn chatted happily while I drove. I knew a place that would be great for "parking," an overlook on the river just below the interstate bridge. It wasn't accessible from the highway; you had to know how to find it, an unpaved road off of River Road. I mostly listened, even more happily, as Gwendolyn talked. Just the sound of her voice and the nearness of her, animated and vivacious, filled me with indescribable joy....

I arrived right on time. After a night of restlessly wrestling with my fears and desires, I resolved to meet Gwendolyn's demands, whatever they might be. She had made it clear that I would never be allowed to fuck her, and yet, she enjoyed making me cum. And then there was the promise - she had said so - of pussy licking. That was almost as good as fucking wasn't it? In the end, I had no choice; no way was I going to pass...

It was with deep reverence that I listened to the voice of my Goddess. I had been thoroughly proselytized. Now, the simplest everyday activities were magical, imbued with wonder. We were simply eating breakfast in her kitchenette. "There's granola in the cupboard and milk and orange juice in the fridge," Gwendolyn had said. "Would you mind? And turn on the coffeemaker - it's all set to go." The only thing that a casual ob...

"Come on, Mike, don't look so shocked," Gwendolyn admonished me. "We both know you thrive on my assertiveness," She grinned and raised an eyebrow. "And you adore how much I love sex! You love to obey me when I am at my horniest. This isn't any different." "It feels different," I said sullenly. "I can't stand the idea of someone else having you!" "You're thinking of it all wrong. No one's 'having' me." I stared at her. "I'...

When I drove Gwendolyn home that evening, she was quieter than usual. She turned to me when I parked in her driveway. "Did you like wearing my pussy juice?" "Yes, it was a constant reminder of how delicious you are." The smell had pretty much worn away by then. "I also felt like I was marked by you. Like people could tell I belonged to you. Like that girl in the library." She smiled. "That's exactly what I wanted!" she sa...

Saturday dawned overcast and a little gloomy on the stairway landing at Gwendolyn's door where I awoke. I had to pee. Gwendolyn had given me permission to stay overnight for the first time. "But you'll have to stay out on the landing," was her edict. "I've got an extra blanket you can use," she added magnanimously. It didn't occur to me to complain. I was glad I didn't have to get dressed and drive back to sleep in my dor...

We were on our way. Our first road trip together. Me and my girlfriend, Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn is a great companion. We'd been practically inseparable since Wednesday afternoon when she said I could be her boyfriend. She is beautiful and sexy and young - just a freshman - and we'd only just met that day, the first day of class. That's when we met, but I'd been in love with her since high school, only too shy to tell her. An...

Gwendolyn swung her legs out of bed and stretched. I watched her fluid movements in the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of her childhood bedroom. Her arms up over her head revealed her alluring armpits. She arched her back, thrusting her nipples against the thin material of her sleeveless tee. Instantly awake and aroused, I straightened my legs and stretched out on the floor beside her bed where I had slept...

I helped Gwendolyn carry all the cat stuff up the stairs to her attic apartment, including Toby in his carrier. I didn't go in. We were hungry after the long drive, and Gwendolyn wanted Chinese carry-out. So off I went to China House, where we'd had our first date four consequential days before. Waiting for my order, I mulled over the conversation we had in the car. While Toby slept quietly in his carrier on the back seat...

Janie's thong had been damp the whole time. It wasn't lost on me, kneeling beside her as we ate from pet bowls on the floor. I remembered that Marti forbade her from wearing clothes at home, much like Gwendolyn's rule for me. Except panties. They were a practical necessity. “I leak,” she had explained. “My pussy is always wet when I’m with my mistress. She doesn’t want me to ruin her furniture.” We two pets could only lis...

"Did you like it?" Gwendolyn wanted to know. "Yes, it was very exciting," I said. "But?" She could hear my reservation. "But I... well, it felt like I was betraying you. I mean, when Marti was manipulating me. Getting turned on, performing for her. It helped to know you were watching. But I didn't know what you were thinking. What you were feeling." "Oh, I loved it!" she grinned. "You looked so excited. And scared. Especi...

Through my euphoric haze and over the roaring in my ears of the orgasm flooding my pants with cum, I heard Nate respond. I was gasping, trying to keep quiet to avoid attention in the noisy dining hall. I opened my eyes to see Nate focused entirely on Gwendolyn as he answered my invitation. "I'd be honored," he said, a glint in his eye as he spoke quite solemnly. "It would be a pleasure to fuck your beautiful girlfriend."...

"Did you really mean it?" I asked Gwendolyn after Nate had left. "Of course I did. Don't I mean everything I say?" She was seated in the chair that we had all used in turn: first me, then Nate, now her. "Yes... but it was... I was just so surprised!" I was kneeling between her feet. We were both naked. "I thought you should know. I just decided it, and so I said it," she explained. "I knew it would make you happy." I was...