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, Gwendolyn told me about the three men she had fucked.

Her first time was on spring break, less than six months earlier. Her parents had booked a Caribbean cruise to celebrate her recent eighteenth birthday and her upcoming graduation, but her father was "stuck" overseas and couldn't go, so it was just Gwendolyn and Teresa.

Gwendolyn was determined to lose her virginity and was so excited by the variety of possible partners aboard the huge vacation liner, that she couldn't help teasing her mother about "having a fling" herself.

Gwendolyn told me she had two flings - one-night stands - on that cruise. The first was an older guy, very tan, fit, and smug. On his honeymoon with his second wife, a young bimbo with huge fake tits, he struck Gwendolyn as the perfect selection: lots of experience, and no danger of attachment. He was easy to seduce, vigorously thorough in his execution, and immediately out of her life.

On the last day of the cruise, she hooked up with a Norwegian boy, a college student from Oslo, who she said was "sweet, funny, and had a girlfriend back home." With him, she had a very different experience; he licked her to orgasm and then came inside her too quickly for another.

She said that being back in Springdale was frustrating. "I couldn't fuck any of the boys I knew because they all knew each other, and I didn't want a reputation. I thought about seducing one of my friends' fathers, but there wasn't much of a selection, and it would be way too complicated.

"I didn't know anyone I could trust to be discreet and to not get attached, so I figured I'd just have to wait until I got to college. But by the middle of summer, I was getting crazy horny. And then I thought of Anselm. So I seduced him."

She laughed. "Not your normal seduction. He thought I was playing a prank on him, and he was so, like, big-brotherly about it... it was just the nicest rejection ever.

"But then I told him everything, how I didn't want a boyfriend ever, but I needed a good fuck with no complications. He was still being overly protective, but I could see he was wavering, so I told him I wouldn't take no for an answer and I just started taking off my clothes. He was a great fuck, better than the other two combined.

"We agreed it would be a one-time thing. But this morning, I offered him another go as kind of a bribe to get him to take Mom out, which, honestly, I doubt was necessary, but it sure was fun."

I wondered if it was weird that I had no feelings of jealousy or resentment, even of that morning's escapade. But, no, I was excited by Gwendolyn's excitement, not vicariously, but more adjacently. She was with me, and me alone. And she was full of joy and exuberance. And, yes, cum. The joy was palpable and contagious, and the cum she gave to me.

She had been preparing me for this, to eat another man's cum, to be her clean-up boy. I feared it would be devastating. It was disgusting, a revolting taste and smell. And the humiliation of knowing someone else had enjoyed my girlfriend in a way I would never be permitted to was painful.

In the end, though, when it happened, I took it in stride. I was happy for her - my Gwendolyn had had an exciting adventure - and I was proud to be there in support, almost an accomplice. My degradation was for her pleasure, it was proof of my devotion; the cum cleaning was proof of my servitude. In this way, it was very arousing. She was my goddess.

When I returned with our supper, I knocked, and Gwendolyn answered the door in her bathrobe, looking relaxed and ravishing. Toby stuck his head between her ankles to greet me too as she took the bag from me.

"Smells great! Get undressed. I've already set the table."

I hurriedly complied - I'm not allowed to wear clothes in her rooms - and I entered, with my semi-hard cock pointing the way.

"Where's yours?" she asked, setting out the egg foo young and the vegetable fried rice. I'd ordered extra gravy to go on the rice, the way she likes it.

"I thought we'd share. The order size is a lot more than one portion. It didn't make sense to order something else for me."

She giggled. "Do you want to eat my table scraps?" For some reason, that struck her as highly amusing.

For some reason, that struck me as highly arousing. I pictured myself under the table like a dog, waiting for my mistress to feed me scraps from her hand and to give me her plate to clean when she was finished.

"You know I'll eat whatever you want me to, Gwendolyn," I said.

I think something in my voice gave me away, because she turned and stared. "Oh my, you're all excited now, aren't you?"

Indeed, my cock was at maximum and getting twitchy. I just stood there, mouth agape. I licked my lips.

"I think my boy needs some attention. Come here, baby," she said sweetly. She sat sideways on her chair and held out her arms to me.

I came to her with my rampant cock standing tall between us. She gently wrapped her fingers around it. It twitched of its own accord and produced a shiny droplet on its crown.

"My pretty cock!" she said softly, giving it a little squeeze. "So hard for me!"

The droplet became a large bead and began to deform, stretched by its own weight. She pressed a fingertip against it and created an elastic thread as she pulled away. She swiped her thumb across it, wiping it off, and put her thumb in her mouth.

"Mmm, what a nice little aperitif!" she giggled. "Now," she said seriously, "I think you need to get down on the floor, here by my chair."

She released my cock, and I knelt. She pulled my head down into her lap and ran her fingers through my hair. I breathed in the scent of her, so familiar, so comforting, and so arousing.

"Stay here by me while we eat," she said, turning to put her feet under the table.

I could see that she was putting food on her plate. She took a bite from her fork, and I watched her throat as she chewed and swallowed. She tore off a piece of egg foo young and held it out to me on her palm. I ate it from her hand and licked her palm, a silent "thank you."

"Gwendolyn, I'm thirsty," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby," she said. "Maybe you should get up. We can do this another time. Go ahead and sit in your chair. I have a drink all ready for you. I almost forgot."

There was a glass of pale yellow liquid beside my plate. I knew what it was before I smelled it. My stomach lurched and my heart jumped. My head swam with submissive desire as I sat down, picked up the glass, and drank down a good eight ounces of Gwendolyn's golden piss.

It wasn't cold, but it was refreshing nonetheless and comforting in the way it connected me to her. The bitter-salty-tangy putridity always reinforces my lowly status. It left me invigorated and suddenly ravenously hungry. I gave Gwendolyn my happiest smile.

"Thank you, Gwendolyn. I needed that!" I helped myself to the food from the two containers, loaded up my plate, and dug in.

"What did you think about Janie being Marti's house-pet?" Gwendolyn asked.

"Mmmm," I swallowed. "I thought it was fantastic. Crazy and hot."

"It is, isn't it? I thought so too." She took another bite before continuing. "I think it would be fun to have a pet."

"You've go Toby," I said, just to tease her.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Right. I think you'd change your attitude real quick if I locked you in a cage and fed you kibble."

"You wouldn't do that!" I said, both alarmed and aroused.

"I just might," she retorted, grinning. "Well, maybe not the kibble. Do they have human kibble?" she wondered aloud.

"I think you'd like it," she mused. "You wouldn't get to talk so much, but I might pet you more. Definitely something to think about. I'm going to ask Marti about it."

I noticed the clock on the microwave. I was seven o'clock. "Anselm should be picking Teresa up about now," I said.

"I know!" Gwendolyn enthused. "I wish I could see it... if had a spy cam or something. I just think they're going to be perfect together!"

"Your mom is an incredible woman," I said, thinking of the strength of her personality and her demeanor, at once calming and stimulating. "And incredibly sexy."

"I know, right?" She nodded. "I know most kids don't think of their parents that way, but I don't have that problem. She's just so centered. I mean, like even when I was little, she was always herself, and she treated me like a person. Not like a weird parent-child thing, even though she was always in charge."

"I think she's a lot like you."

"I guess... Anyway, I really want it to work out for them. I think they'd be so awesome together!"

We finished eating and Gwendolyn had me clean up and wash the dishes. When that was done, she got up from her desk, where she was doing some reading for school.

"Good job," she said. "I like you doing chores for me. I'm going to assign you some other ones."

I was rather pleased. To be useful to her was gratifying. It also implied an intimacy, doing personal things for her, and reinforced the power dynamic that fueled my passion for her.

"Now that I have a cat, he has to be taken care of. It's your job to feed him and clean his litter every day. Also, you have to take out the trash and recycling - the bins are next to the garage. And then there's laundry. I want that done on Thursdays. You can do yours and mine together at your dorm, can't you?"

"Yes, that will work," I said. "What about until then? Do you have enough clean clothes?"

"I'm almost out of underpants. You can wash those in the sink. You'll enjoy that!"

That did sound nice.

"You're going to need to start sleeping here so that you can do the cat chores in the morning, before our run. So, it's a good thing you brought your sleeping bag. I'll see about getting you something to keep your clothes in on the landing."

"Oh!" I said. "I left my sleeping bag in the car."

"Well, you'd better go get it!" she said.

It wasn't quite dark outside yet, but Gwendolyn overruled my hesitancy, and I had made it back onto the porch with the sleeping bag when Marti came out her door and addressed me.

"Mike," she said, forcing me to stop in full view of anyone who might happen by on the street. "I want you to tell your mistress that I'd like the two of you to have dinner with us tomorrow. Ask her if six-thirty will work."

"Yes, ma'am," seemed the appropriate response. I felt very awkward standing there naked. I held my seeping bag at my hip to hide my cock from the street.

"That's a good boy," she said. "I want you to bring me her reply right away. Just knock on the door."

She turned to go inside, and I retreated quickly to Gwendolyn's stairs.

Gwendolyn was delighted. "Tell her that we accept her invitation for six-thirty. And be sure to thank her. Ask her if you may kiss her hand. Tell her that you are commanded to say 'May I kiss your hand in thanks?'"

It was getting dark enough that I wasn't as concerned about being outside naked. But it was getting colder and I had to wait under the porch light by the door after I knocked.

Marti mercifully let me come inside to deliver Gwendolyn's reply. Her eyes twinkled merrily when she extended her hand in a rather formal manner. She allowed me to bring her fingers to my lips and kiss the back of her hand.

My cock erected the moment I saw her. Just standing naked before her was exciting. She was fully dressed in corduroy trousers and a button-down shirt. With the top two buttons open, her soft crepey cleavage made it hard to keep eye contact. When I released her hand, she reached for my balls and, cupping them in her palm, gave a gentle squeeze.

"Wait here a moment. I have a note for your mistress," she said. She was back right away with a sealed note-card-sized envelope.

Gwendolyn smiled broadly when she read the note but said nothing about it. Instead, she simply made the observation that I was behaving well and being obedient.

"Remember what I told you from the beginning? I said that when you obey me and please me I will reward you."

She led me by my cock - she likes to use it as a handle - and sat on the bed, gesturing that I should kneel before her.

"I think you've earned your reward," she said. She opened her legs to me and guided my face into her secret sanctuary, glistening with her fragrant dew.

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Monday afternoon, Gwendolyn and I showered together in preparation for or dinner date downstairs. Gwendolyn shaved her armpits and my pubes, including the sensitive skin around my anus, and I shaved her legs and trimmed her pretty pubic bush.

We had showered that morning after our run and my daily worship of Gwendolyn's perfect body. But a long day at school had left us needing to freshen up. Gwendolyn's infectious anticipation portended something special for the evening ahead.

Gwendolyn put on a white sleeveless summer dress I'd never seen before with nothing underneath. She put her hair up in a bun and applied a little eye makeup. She looked sophisticated despite the simplicity of her attire. And you didn't need to know she was naked under her dress to be struck by her sex appeal.

I simply watched her. "Don't get dressed" she told me. "You're going naked."

It took me maybe ninety seconds to towel-dry my hair and comb it, leaving me time to just admire my pretty girlfriend as she went about her preparations.

As I had surmised, Janie was naked too, except for her mound. She answered the door wearing nothing but a black thong and a black leather collar. Silently, she led us into the living room and then knelt beside Marti, who was seated in her armless, high-backed chair.

Marti was looking unusually feminine in a black dress with a low scooped front that displayed her deep cleavage. It was flatteringly form-fitting, gathered in at the waist to show off the womanly curves of her bust and hips. Her short grey hair was set in swirly waves to match her dangling silver earrings.

"Welcome, Gwen," she said, "please make yourself at home."

Gwendolyn sat on the couch, and I didn't need to be told to kneel on the floor at her feet.

"Is your cat adjusting okay?" Marci asked, beginning a conversation between mistresses.

My eyes met Janie's. They were wide and excited. She blushed and leaned her cheek against Marti's knee. I felt a sexual excitement in her that echoed what I was feeling. I could see how engorged her nipples were, like miniature replicas of the state of my cock.

Gwendolyn was answering Marti's enquiry about our weekend trip. She related her mother's news about the divorce and her efforts at matchmaking. I was surprised at the details she shared of Anselm's attributes and his qualities as a lover.

"And Mike was a perfect angel the whole time," she confided. "He was very brave when I made him eat Anselm's cum. It was his first time; I was very proud of him!"

Everyone looked at me and I felt that unsettling combination of shame and pride that always piques my submissive arousal.

"How did the date go?" Marti asked.

"Good, I think," Gwendolyn said. "She texted me. We haven't talked yet. All she said was, 'We had a nice time.' I'll try calling again tonight."

A bell sounded in the kitchen.

"That'll be dinner," said Marti, getting up. Janie scurried off to the kitchen. Marti led us to the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen.

There were two place settings on the dining table, each with a glass of red wine. On the floor beside each chair were two bowls.

The mistresses, Martha and Gwendolyn, took their seats and Janie entered from the kitchen bearing a steaming casserole. I took my place on the floor beside Gwendolyn. Janie did likewise beside Marti after placing the casserole on a trivet near the salad bowl.

My bowls were empty, as was one of Janie's. The other, her water bowl, was filled with piss. I was close enough to smell it, because our places - Janie's and mine - were next to each other, between our mistresses.

"Help yourself, dear," Marti instructed, "Think of it as family style. And feel free to feed your pet as you wish. His water bowl is empty; I didn't know what you want to give him to drink. Janie is drinking my piss."

She smiled and reached out to pat Janie's head, stroking her dark, shiny hair. "She loves Mommy's piss, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy," Janie replied softly. She dipped her head and lapped at the bowl as if to demonstrate her veracity. "Mmm," she hummed happily, licking her lips.

"My Mikey drinks my piss too, every day, but I'm afraid I can't, um, give him any right now..." she shrugged. "Would you mind if I gave him some of my wine?"

"No, go right ahead. There's an open bottle on the sideboard behind you. Or they could share Janie's bowl," Marti suggested.

"Oh, could he?" Gwendolyn sounded pleased. "Go on, baby, give it a taste. I know you want to."

I was so excited, aroused and curious. I edged over to Janie's bowl and lapped up a taste of it with my tongue. It takes a moment to properly discern complex flavors like those that comprise lady piss, but I liked it immediately. As I savored it I found it less salty than Gwendolyn's and a little more sour, which made it refreshing.

"Mmm," I signaled my appreciation and leaned into slurp a little more.

"Share your piss, Janie, dear," Marti said. And then to Gwendolyn, she added, "I should be able to make more in a while, so there'll be enough."

"Me too, actually," said Gwendolyn. "We can mix them together!" She laughed happily.

"Great idea!" Marti replied.

She scooped a forkful of casserole from her pate and plopped it into Janie's bowl. "Be careful, baby, it's very hot." She then fed herself a bite.

Gwendolyn followed suit, leaving me a creamy mound of meat and potatoes. We proceeded in this way, one forkful at a time.

Janie and I had to let each tiny portion cool before putting our faces into it, and it was awkward and a little messy. We listened to our mistresses converse above us as we ate and shared the piss bowl. Janie began to overcome her shyness towards me, becoming playful with the piss bowl and licking food off my face.

Gwendolyn complimented Marti on Janie's collar. "I've been thinking about something like that for Mike," she confided. "He wants to have something that marks him as my property, I think."

Marti said, "Collars are very comforting to a lot of subs. I have some that I'm not using. You can pick one out for him in the playroom."

"The playroom?" Gwendolyn sounded intrigued.

"That's where we're going to play, of course, right after dinner."

"Sounds exciting!"

"Well," Marti said, "mine isn't particularly elaborate, but I have a small collection of toys, a variety, that I can't wait to show you."

"Oh, like what?" Gwendolyn said eagerly.

"Different things, things that might give you interesting ideas," Marti said. "Like collars and leashes."

"That's not toys."

They both sounded excited. There was a teasing tone to their banter, as if they were challenging each other.

"Okay," she said, "I have strap-ons!"

"Hmm, that does sound interesting!" Gwendolyn said. "It does now, now that I've met you and Janie. I have no experience with them at all. Maybe you could give me a demonstration!"

"As a matter of fact, I was hoping to do just that," Marti said. "But I don't know if you're ready for it."

"Why?" said Gwendolyn, rising to the bait. "You're not going to fuck me with it!"

"No, but ever since I spanked your boy there, I've been hankering to plunder that pretty ass of his."

"Oh!" Gwendolyn was clearly not expecting that.

I, on the other hand, had started feeling anxious at the first mention of the word "strap-on." I was on edge now. I couldn't eat another bite.

"With your permission, of course," Marti petitioned. "I haven't fucked a boy in a long time."

"Do boys like it?" Gwendolyn wondered aloud.

"Oh yes, lots of them do. One man used to pay me to do it."

She laughed. "The first one, the man who introduced me to pegging, as some people call it, kept hinting about it for the longest time before I caught on. He wanted me to 'force' him to take it, like a non-con fantasy. Turned out to be a real turn-on."

Gwendolyn was getting aroused. I could tell; she had no underwear, and I was right next to her chair. She leaned down and took my chin in her hand.

"You look a little pale, baby. Do you want Mommy to say no to the nice lady?"

"It's not my decision, Gwendolyn. I will do anything you want." My cock throbbed in submissive bliss.

Gwendolyn decided.

"Yes, Marti. That is something I'd like to see!"

to be continued