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.

And now it was Saturday and we were going back home to collect her cat. We originally planned to make the five-hour round trip on Sunday because I had to work on Saturday, but when I told her I got off at four, she made it an overnight stay at her parents'.

"Mom is going to make dinner for seven o'clock. She's excited to meet you," she told me. "Daddy won't be there. He's still overseas."

So, I picked her up after work in my old sedan and we were on our way.

It was wonderful to be with her. Always. If she was bossy and controlling, that was because she knew exactly what she wanted in a boyfriend. And she knew that that was exactly what I needed, too. That's why she granted me this role, to worship her and adore her.

"How's your butt? Are you still sore?" was the first thing she said when she got in the car.

"I'm good, no worries."

I was a lot more comfortable in the driver's seat now than when she had seen me off that morning. Her landlady had turned me over her knee and given me a serious spanking after breakfast, but four hours on my feet had allowed my buns to cool. I was no longer worried about the drive.

"Your ass looked really cute all red like that!" she teased me. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I... I still can't believe it happened! It was so crazy, when I think about it. And it all seemed to make sense when it was happening! Did you know about them?" Gwendolyn's landladies were a lesbian couple in a D/S relationship.

"I knew they were married - they interviewed me together - but I just thought it was a normal lesbian marriage."

"What do you think of them now?" I asked, burning with curiosity and, I must admit, arousal.

"Are you kidding? I love them," was her enthusiastic reply. "I liked them when I met them back in June, but I had no idea... But what about you? How could a spanking make you cum? What was that all about?"

"I don't know! It wasn't the spanking, it was everything... I almost came when Janie said she wanted you to watch her masturbate. And all the things Marti made me say... It was so humiliating!... in a way, like how you make me feel sometimes."

I glanced at her. She was smiling her I-know-a-secret smug smile. She put her hand on the stiffness in my lap.

I had to ask: "What did Janie say to you? She whispered something."

"She said that sometimes she misbehaves just so that Marti will spank her."

"That is so hot!" I said. I glanced at Gwendolyn again. "Isn't it?"

"Yes, baby. It is." She had never called me that before. That's what Marti calls Janie.

Gwendolyn gave my erection a squeeze and left her hand there a while.

There was a lot of traffic from the game, so I was glad I had been allowed to leave work early. Revelers don't stick around to revel so much when their team loses. We finally got through town and out on the highway with a little time to spare; we wouldn't have to rush.

"Janie has the hots for you," I said provocatively.

Gwendolyn laughed. "Oh, yes. Definitely." She turned to face me. I wished I didn't have to watch the road; I'd much rather have watched Gwendolyn's eyes.

"It was strange. The way she made me feel. I liked it. I mean, it wasn't like some lesbo hitting on me. She made me feel powerful. Like you do, like a goddess. I love that feeling."

"That's what I thought," I responded. "And she was so pretty! I couldn't believe how sexy she was. Being all submissive to you."

"You think she's pretty?" Gwendolyn asked pointedly.

"Yeah! Don't you?" It was objectively obvious. "Almost as pretty as you," I added, sincerely. "Actually, I was more attracted to Marti," I confessed.

I had pondered that fact all day. Marti was almost as old as my grandmother. And she had intimidated me.

Gwendolyn smirked. She has an adorable smirk. "That's 'cause she's scary. You're just like Janie, aren't you? You liked it when she started pushing you around."

I wasn't ashamed. "That's why I'm so lucky I have you, Gwendolyn!" I gushed. "You're prettier and sexier and scarier than anyone."

I blinked some tears from my eyes to clear my vision. I had to focus on the road. I was a very safe and conscientious driver, but I had never had to deal with distractions like all those Gwendolyn presented!

We were making good time. Traffic was light, the weather was clear. There was plenty of daylight left and we were traveling southeast, so the sun wasn't in my eyes.

Gwendolyn was quiet for a few minutes, apparently thinking.

"Do you want me to punish you?" she asked.

"Why, have I been bad again?" I quipped.

She made a wry face. "Well, you did cum without permission," she stated.

She continued, "No, it's just that I had this idea that I could rule over you like... like a benevolent queen, and never have to punish you or... or, you know, any of that BDSM stuff, like chastity or cuffs and chains. That you would obey me because you worship me and that would be enough."

I knew that. "That's your grand experiment, right?"

"Right." She smiled gratefully. "But, I don't know... Marti's story was so... well, it was just so hot!

"And then what Janie said. She loves getting spanked. And you liked it - I could tell. And it turned me on to see you like that. So, I don't think, for them, that punishment is really about punishment."

She giggled at how that sounded. "You know what I mean. It's a form of... an expression of love and commitment... and, well, yeah, kind of like sex. It's a kind of making love." She paused.

"Isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, grateful for her clarity. I had to confess what I now realized.

"I think that's why I came, partly. Marti spanking me was kind of like cheating on you. Even with you there, your permission, it was like something illicit. Like dirty sex, dirty and exciting."

"So maybe you do want me to punish you," she grinned.

"That's not for me to say, is it, Gwendolyn?" I said in my humblest voice.

She laughed her musical laugh. "No. That's right, it isn't."

"You are my goddess, you do as you please."

I tried to focus on driving. My cock was throbbing under her hand.

"Well, I'm going to think about it." She sounded serious. "I mean, that's the thing about experiments. You learn things. And you adjust...

"Like, I wanted to see what would happen if I didn't let you cum for a really long time. Like weeks. And then I made you cum last night. That was for a different experiment. So poor planning, I guess.

"You liked watching me masturbate, didn't you? I liked it a lot - making you watch. How did it make you feel?"

"Really? Don't you know?" I just assumed she knew everything I was thinking. It usually seemed that way. "It was hot! Like the hottest thing I've ever seen. You're just so incredibly beautiful. And then, when you're sexual, when you're aroused and... the pleasure on your face, the way your body moves, and when you cum, it's almost too much. Too beautiful for words!"

"Did it make you want to cum?"

"It was so very hard not to! But you said I wasn't allowed to, so..."

"So you didn't." She smiled. "Because you're such a good boy. My good boy. Aren't you, baby?"

She called me "baby" again.

"Yes, Gwendolyn," I choked. I sniffled, almost crying now.

She found a travel-pack of tissues and handed me one. I dried my cheeks and wiped my nose. "Thank you," I said quietly.

"You're welcome, baby."

There, she said it again. It took a minute for me to recover.

"Do you really like gay porn, or was that another experiment?" I asked.

"No, I really do like it. My brother Michael used to watch it all the time. And she - I mean he - got me into it too. It's all about cocks. I like cocks. And we're talking really nice cocks. And guys obsessed with cocks. There's something intense about the things they do to each other. The things they'll do for cock."

Gwendolyn always makes sense when you've thought about it. I was going to have to think about it. She did like my cock. A lot. She says it's pretty. But I had the uncomfortable feeling that she wanted me to like cock too.

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Dinner was lasagna with spinach, Gwendolyn's childhood favorite. It was delicious. Her mom - "call me Teresa" - was welcoming. She immediately made me feel right at home.

Her home was a sprawling ranch-style house in an upscale neighborhood that had been a suburban development in the 1950s. Teresa came out to greet us when we arrived. Like the house, she impressed me as comfortable, elegant, and gracious. She was taller than Gwendolyn, and darker, but equally striking, with hazel eyes that sparkled with intelligence. Although not as pretty as Gwendolyn, she was blessed with the same qualities of beauty and grace. At fifty-two, her longer nose, bigger bust, and wider hips made her hardly less impressive than her beautiful daughter.

Inside, we were greeted by Toby, Gwendolyn's big, gregarious, red tabby. He seemed almost as happy to see me as her. I made her and her cat happy by stooping to scratch his head. He purred appreciatively.

Conversation over dinner was light, mostly a Q&A session about Gwendolyn's classes and her first impressions of college. And then Gwendolyn surprised me.

"No need. He'll be sleeping with me," was her response to Teresa's offer of her sister Evelyn's room for me.

I looked at Gwendolyn in wonder. She hadn't allowed me to sleep with her yet, nor had she given any indication that she ever would.

"Of course. Fine. I wasn't sure," Teresa said. Was she blushing a little? After that the conversation turned towards me a bit and Teresa seemed pleased to learn I'd grown up just a couple of miles away and that we had a few acquaintances in common.

Later, I went to get ready for bed, leaving the ladies to talk. I explored Gwendolyn's childhood as I waited in her bedroom, checking out the books in her bookcase and admiring the little-kid soccer trophies and her middle and high school track ribbons.

When she came into the room, she shut the door and leaned back against it. She looked troubled. I put down the picture book I was leafing through and stood up. She threw herself at me in a fierce hug and pulled my head down into a deep, soul-stirring kiss.

"Oh, Mike! I'm so glad you're here!"

She sat on the bed, pulling me down beside her.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She sighed a sigh like I'd never heard from her before. "It's Mom. I knew something was wrong. She's usually so..."

She looked at me. "Hey! Why are your clothes still on? You know the rules!"

I did. I stripped. I knelt at her feet.

"Your mom?" I said gently.

She put a hand on my head, fingers in my hair.

"It's Dad. He's not coming home. He wants a divorce."

"Is he fucking crazy?! Has he met your mom?"

"She's the kindest and the funniest person I know..."

"And she's beautiful," I interjected.

"Yeah, well, with his seniority, he got to choose more of his routes and he started flying international routes a few years ago. Said the pay was better. So now he wants to live in Frankfurt - that's one of their hubs. Mom says he has a girlfriend there. For all I know he could have a whole family..."

"Oh Gwendolyn, I'm so sorry!"

"She's known this for a week, but she didn't tell me 'cause she didn't want it to affect school." Her eyes were overflowing. I handed her a tissue from the box on her desk.

"Thank you, baby," she said. "And now I feel guilty, leaving her alone in this empty nest."

She looked into my eyes. "She's lonely. I can tell. She's all alone now."

"Maybe we better not take Toby away?" I suggested.

That made her smile. "You are a sweetheart, aren't you?" She hugged my head to her chest.

I kissed her between her breasts, smelling her warm scent through the thin fabric. She pulled her shirt up and gave me her nipple. I suckled gently, with soft caresses of my tongue. She cradled my head.

"See, this is why you can't sleep in Evelyn's room. You have to worship me. Every day."

"Mmm, that feels nice," she said, extracting her swollen nub and moving me to the other. She shifted her right foot under my balls and wiggled her toes, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. She pressed her shin against my rigid cock, causing it to leak as it rubbed against her.

"Mmm, yes, suck my nipple," she murmured, cradling my head as I suckled, harder now. "I'm so wet," she said. "So's your cock! We're both leaking!" She giggled softly.

She slid her right hand into her pants, still caressing my head with her left as a suckled. I could smell her juices as her fingers stirred and brought them forth.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" she whispered in my ear. She kissed my temple as I hummed affirmatively. She was gently rocking her shin against my throbbing cock. I could hear the squish-squash of her fingers in her pussy.

"Rub your big, pretty cock on my leg, baby." Her voice was showing the strain of urgency. "Mama's gonna cum. You can cum too..."

I was literally humping her leg. Hungrily sucking and urgently humping. I had lost my mind.

"Ohhh... Yes! Suck mama's titty. Yes... Cum with me, baby. Cum for me now! Ohhh... Yesss!" Her voice rose an octave.

We both came.

My head slumped into her fragrant lap and Gwendolyn collapsed over me, making us a bundle of bliss as we rested, recovering from our mutual orgasm. I don't think I'd ever felt as physically united with her.

"Gwendolyn," I petitioned, after I had licked her leg clean of my cum, "may I pull your pants off?"

"Okay. Do you want to feel how wet they are?"

"I want to taste them. Can I?"

"Yes. Taste my fingers first. They're all sticky. Lick them."

I licked her hand, as I had before. The same feeling came over me: gratitude, subservience, humility. Like a loving pet. Like a dog, the way it felt to hump her leg. I wanted to feel this way, knowing that she approved of my efforts to pleased her. I was happy.

She withdrew her hand and stood so that I could pull down her shorts and panties. Her fragrant bouquet filled my senses. Her juices had soaked through, leaving a large wet spot on the shorts. I peeled her underwear away. It was heavy, soggy. I put it in my mouth and sucked on it until I had swallowed all the delicious nectar.

Then I went for her sopping pussy. Gwendolyn placed her palm on my forehead. "No. You'll just make me cum again. I want worship now."

She turned and laid her torso on the bed with her feet on the floor, and her knees bent and spread, presenting her perfect ass, an altar for my devotions. I used my hands to separate her luscious globes and my tongue to lave her puckered portal.

I could hear her breathing become calm. I softened my tongue and lapped gently over her opening in slow, soft licks, hoping to soothe her. She felt relaxed. Was she asleep?

No. She sighed and stirred. "Stop," she said. "My pussy is only getting wetter."

She rolled over and allowed me to clean up her swampy folds.

"Gently. Don't make me cum."

I used my lips, kissing the moisture away, sucking up the syrup between her slippery lips and only using my tongue to wash her sticky thighs.

"Thank you, baby," she said, lifting my head and kissing me on the lips.

She gave me her duvet so I could sleep on the floor beside her bed.

"You were crying in the car today," she said.

"Yes, Gwendolyn. You called me 'baby.' I don't know why..." I was choking up again, my eyes welling.

"I liked it. I like to make you cry."

'It felt... it was.. I was just so emotional," I said lamely.

I recognized something. "You need to hurt me."

"What? I don't want to hurt you, baby."

"No. Yes, you do. I think." I was having an epiphany. I had learned something from Marti.

"No, listen, Gwendolyn. I know you want to be the all-benevolent goddess. But you're human - you have feelings too. Like today - your mom - it's hard sometimes...

"I want you to hurt me. I'm serious. Not for punishment. I don't need punishment."

"No, you're my good, obedient boy. Always," she said, caressing my cheek.

"Not punishment, only for your pleasure. You need to hurt me for yourself." I wasn't sure I was making sense. "Because you can. To exercise your power. To keep me in my place."

She was thinking. Maybe I had struck a chord.

"If you want. Only if you want to. But you can't be afraid of it. Don't do it for me. I only want to see your satisfaction when you do it. Because I think it will give you pleasure."

She stood up. She had a look of grim determination. She slapped me really hard across my face. "Shut up!' she hissed. Her foot shot up between my legs and I fell over, groaning, seeing stars, clutching my aching balls.

"Yes. You're right. I needed that," she said calmly. She picked up her toothbrush and left the room.