"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 run and I had stripped on the landing as usual. I waited for Gwendolyn to let me in to perform my daily worship of her body before our shower. But then she stopped me from untying her robe. Instead, she took me into the bathroom to face the mirror.

Saying, "It's time," she stood behind me and peeled off the dressing.

The flowery letters stood out in very dark blue, interlaced with coppery orange highlights that blended with my pinkish skin to create an iridescent quality. I read the words again, repeating them silently in my mind. "I belong to Gwendolyn."

I was fairly overwhelmed. The stark statement, in the flesh, as it were, made me so proud and grateful that I wanted nothing more than to give myself to Gwendolyn completely. She had done what I had asked: given me a mark, a sign, for all the world to see, that I was hers alone. My eyes welled.

I knew, though, that the world, by and large, would not appreciate it, if it cared at all. My family, for example, what would they make of it? They were bound to see it sooner or later. Would I be able to explain my relationship with Gwendolyn to them?

My roommate, Darius, didn't seem able or willing to understand. I had seen him on Thursday afternoon at the dorm when I was doing the laundry for Gwendolyn and me.

"Mike!" he said, "Haven't seen you for a week. Have you been staying with Guinevere?"

"Gwendolyn," I corrected him.

He looked at the basket I was carrying. "Are you doing her laundry?" A pair of her panties was visible in the jumble of our dirty clothes.

"Both of ours," I said, brushing past him towards the laundry room.

That's when he noticed the bandage under my T-shirt. "Wait. Did you get a tattoo?"

"Yeah. Got it on Tuesday."

He looked at me strangely. He knew I had never had a tattoo or any interest in getting one. "What is it? Was it her idea?"

I could tell by his tone that he was mocking me. I new he was jealous, too. I decided I didn't give a fuck. As I had told Gwendolyn when she asked about him, he's kind of a dick.

I stopped and put down the basket. "Gwendolyn designed it for me, but I don't know what it looks like. I haven't seen it yet." I said, looking him in the eye.

He stared back, mouth agape, as I picked up the basket and turned away.

I was several steps down the hall when I heard his incredulous, "Seriously?" I ignored him.

Now, standing before my reflection, I couldn't help thinking that I might face some ridicule or worse from people who would think it unmanly. But, I rationalized, who was going to see it if I was wearing a shirt? And then, just to prove how confused and conflicted I was, I immediately lamented that no one would see it, the sign of my devotion, which was the whole point!

Gwendolyn could see I was conflicted. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked softly.

What could I say? "How will anyone see it when I'm dressed?" is what I decided was the main question.

"I got you some deep V-neck T-shirts. They should leave most of it uncovered. Enough to know what it says. You can try one on tomorrow."

"Okay..." I don't think I sounded satisfied.

"What else, baby?"

"I don't know... I think some people are going to think it's weird."

"What people?"

"Well... like my family?" I was looking in her eyes reflected in the bathroom mirror. She was resting her chin on my right shoulder with her right hand tracing the letters on my chest.

I continued, "And my friends?" not sounding at all strong or confident. "Nobody knows about you. About us, I mean."

"Don't you want them to know?" she said, holding my gaze in the mirror.

"Yes," I said decisively. "It's going to take some people by surprise, though. I expect there'll be a lot of questions..."

"Come here, baby," she said.

She turned and sat on the toilet seat, taking my hand and guiding me down on my knees at her feet. She pulled her belt loose and let the robe fall open. She pulled me to her and pressed my cheek to her chest.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" she asked, cradling my head gently.

I breathed in her heavenly scent. "No, Gwendolyn. I want all the word to know I'm yours," I said huskily. Tears filled my eyes again. "I'm just overthinking it, maybe."

"That's okay. It's going to be okay, baby. I'm here for you, whatever happens."

She pushed my face down to the swell of her breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth. Soon I was worshipping her, kissing her all over and licking the sweat off her breasts and armpits. All was right with the world.

She stopped me when I dipped my head between her thighs to taste her pussy. "Wait. Let's shower first. I want you to wear my cum on your face today."

I had done that before, walked around campus all day with pussy juice dried on my face, hoping women could tell, with Gwendolyn teasing me about lending me to horny girls who noticed. There was only one girl who actually noticed that day, at least Gwendolyn said so. I'm bringing that up now because of what happened later.

After we showered, she put some ointment on my tattoo, and then she let me eat her out. It truly felt like worship, as it always did.

At breakfast she told me she wanted me to keep my tattoo under wraps for the time being.

"You're going to keep your tattoo covered today. I don't want anyone to see it until the party," she explained. She had mentioned going to Marti and Janie's on Saturday, but had said nothing else.

"Party?"

"Yes! It's the unveiling. We're going to show off your tattoo to our friends. It was Marti's idea. Sort of a ceremony. To formalize your status, you know, as my property?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed. My cock twitched. I flushed with desire for her. "Who's going to be there?"

"Well, Mom and Anselm will be there..."

That was a pleasant surprise! It would be great to see Teresa again and I was eager to meet Anselm. It was good to know they were together.

"... and Ed and Lacey, from the tattoo place? - they're good friends of Marti's - and Nate said he would come."

That excited me, because that meant that both of the men I had given blow jobs to would be there, plus Anselm, the only other man whose cum I had eaten, but whom I hadn't met. It made me wonder if I would be expected to perform.

The thought was quite disconcerting, both scary and arousing. I decided not to worry about it. I trusted Gwendolyn; she would know best and I would follow her lead anyway, no matter how humiliating it might be for me. Of course, that's precisely what made it so exciting.

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We were just leaving the library, where we had met up after our final classes of he day. The afternoon sunlight was bright in our eyes as we started down the broad steps to the quad.

"Excuse me..."

We turned toward the voice. I recognized its source. We both did. It was the girl who Gwendolyn said had noticed the cunt juice on my face the last time. She was pretty, with large, almond shaped eyes, prominent cheekbones, and luscious lips painted a bright red that contrasted beautifully with her brown skin and her white teeth.

She addressed Gwendolyn. "Do you always make him go out like that?"

"Do you mean his face?" Gwendolyn asked, shifting her bookbag. She looked like she was eager to engage.

"Yes... He looks like he just finished eating pussy." She said frankly, but with a glint in her eye that I read as forced composure.

"Oh, that was hours ago," Gwendolyn said. "It's all dried up by now." She turned to me. "You can't still smell me, can you?" she asked.

"No, Gwendolyn," I responded. I then turned to look at the black girl. "I can feel it, though, when it dries like this. It feels wonderful."

"Aw, you're just saying that because it's mine." she teased.

"Last time, it was fresh. Did you smell it?" she asked the girl, who looked surprised. "I was sure you did. I told Mike you were jealous."

She flourished her arm towards me. "This is Mike. He's my boyfriend."

"Uh, hi, Mike," the girl said, seemingly at a loss.

"Yeah," Gwendolyn continued, smiling, "I pointed you out to him. I asked him what he would do if I offered him to you to lick your pussy."

The girl regained her composure. "And what did he say?"

Gwendolyn laughed. "He said he would do it if I wanted him to, but it was more than that. I could tell he wanted to taste you."

"Does he always do what you say?"

"Always. He's a Very Good Boy. That's why he's my boyfriend," she said simply. "I'm Gwendolyn," she added, extending her hand.

"My name's Keisha," the girl said, shaking hands. "I think you're amazing. I think all boys should be like that."

"I know, right?" Gwendolyn agreed. "It's too bad. I was lucky to find him. Actually, he found me. Didn't you, Mike?"

"Yes, Gwendolyn," I responded. "But you knew... You made it happen, letting me worship you."

Keisha looked at Gwendolyn, surprised. "Worship? Seriously? Is that what you call it?"

Gwendolyn said, "Well, yes. It's not just pussy. He worships my whole body. He wanted to. I had to teach him about obedience, though. That it's another form of worship. But he learned fast. And he loves the rewards I give him."

"Rewards?" she asked. "Like training a pet?"

"Yes, but it's not doggie treats." she laughed.

Keisha's eyebrows went up. "What kind of treats does he get?" She glanced at my shiny face.

"Yes, he gets to eat my pussy. I wouldn't let him if he misbehaved, but he never does. No, his rewards are something more, like cum. Being allowed to come. Eating cum. Swallowing it."

Keisha was fascinated and probably aroused. "You control his orgasms then," she said wonderingly. "Is he in chastity?" She looked at my crotch.

Gwendolyn laughed again. "Does it look like it?"

My cock was erect, of course, its bulge clearly evident to anyone who cared to look.

"No..." Keisha looked at Gwendolyn again, questioning.

"I told you: Mike is my Very Good Boy. He doesn't come without permission. It's my cock, not his, and he knows it." She was enjoying Keisha's reaction.

"So, pussy licking - how good is he really?" Keisha challenged.

"Want to try him?" Gwendolyn said, meeting challenge for challenge.

Maybe Keisha thought Gwendolyn was bluffing.

"I can take him to my room right now," she said.

"I have to come too. I get to watch."

Keisha stared at her a moment. Then she shrugged. "Okay," she said.

"Just cunnilingus. Nothing else," said Gwendolyn.

"Okay." Keisha grinned and started down the steps. "Come on," she said.

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Gwendolyn held my hand in the elevator and as we followed Keisha down the hall to her fifth-floor dorm room, as if I needed her encouragement. My eyes were riveted to the swinging back pockets of Keisha's jeans that were stretched skin-tight across her generously proportioned posterior curves.

She unlocked the door at the end of the hall and ushered us into a sun-filled room. It had windows on two sides and one of the two beds was made up like a couch, with cushions along the wall. One of the two desks supported a large piano keyboard.

"Wow! Nice room!" Gwendolyn exclaimed.

"Yeah, I really lucked out. My roommate was a no-show, so I've got it to myself."

"You play piano?" Gwendolyn eyed the keyboard.

"Yes, I'm a music major, Theory and Composition."

"Do you mind?" Gwendolyn asked, reaching out to touch middle C.

"Do you play?"

"Not much any more. Five years of piano lessons. Until I took up the flute in middle school."

"Nice. Maybe later. I'm more interested in your boyfriend. Can I see him naked?"

I liked how Keisha was treating me, like an object, like Gwendolyn's toy. She didn't speak to me; she just asked Gwendolyn for permission to play with me. Maybe she would give Gwendolyn permission to play with her keyboard in return.

Gwendolyn told me to take of my pants and underwear. "Leave your shirt on," she added.

I took off my shoes and pulled off my jeans and underpants together, freeing my erection to stand tall for Keisha to see.

"He has a nice dick," she said to Gwendolyn, her voice husky. "Can I feel it?"

"Okay. You can touch it, but don't make him come. He's not allowed to come."

"Right. You told me."

Keisha came up close to me and grasped my shaft gently in her soft, strong hand. Her touch made my cock jump. Her hair smelled good. I resisted the urge to turn her face up toward mine. I wanted to kiss her mouth. My cock was reacting lustily. I wanted to put my arms around her and pull her to me.

She turned toward her bed, pulling me along by my cock. She turned to me with her back to the bed and unbuttoned her jeans, letting go of my cock.

"Sit," she said, pressing down on my shoulder.

I sat down in a kneeling position. She pulled down her jeans, revealing the shiny black curls and releasing the sharp, scintillating scent of her pussy as she set her broad ass on the edge of the bed.

"Ooh!" I said in delight. I shot a glance at Gwendolyn while Keisha freed herself of her pants. Was she okay with this? Would she really allow me to taste another girl's pussy? I knew this was an opportunity for her to demonstrate the power she had over me. But did she know how much pleasure it was for me?

She nodded in response to my questioning gaze. I gratefully turned my attention to the promised delights before me.

I leaned in and kissed the crest of her mound. Her tight curls tickled my nose. I dipped my tongue down below to trace the outline of her tight lips. They opened to my touch, revealing little crimson butterfly wings that I immediately kissed and parted with just the pointed tip of my tongue. Her flavor tingled my taste buds.

Keisha gasped and put her feet up on the bed, spreading her knees for me. Her petals separated, revealing her hot pink interior, glistening and moist. Her fragrance blossomed with floral notes, making my mouth water as I spread her lips with my broad tongue and lapped deeply, searching for her juice.

She moaned and put her hands on my head, her fingers in my hair. She pressed my face into her as her pussy began to weep. My tongue was sloshing around inside her now; my lips were wet; her nectar began running down my chin. I had to suck hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop.

I moved my tongue up to her bulging clit. It had swollen itself out from under its little tent, and was demanding attention. I licked it. It was big and suckable. I closed my lips around it to suck it into my mouth and pressed my tongue to it. When I started flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue, she came.

She bucked her hips in spasmodic jerks and mashed my face fiercely, groaning and grinding, riding the waves of her orgasm and crying out, "Yes! Ohhh FUUUCK! Yesss!"

I kept sucking and licking and drinking her gushing effluence until she pulled me away by my hair, jerking my head back. Then she leaned down and licked my soaking face from my chin to my forehead.

"Mmm, so good!" she muttered happily.

"He did good," she said to Gwendolyn. "Can I kiss him?"

"Sure," she replied. "You like the way you taste, don't you?"

Keisha didn't answer right away; her tongue was tangled with mine.

"Yes, I like pussy almost as much as dick," she confessed when she'd finished ravishing my mouth.

"Would you like to taste mine sometime?" Gwendolyn asked coyly.

She got up and stood over me. She placed her hand on my head, reclaiming me. I leaned back into her and relaxed against her. My neck and my jaw were tired. Tongue-fucking Keisha had been intense. The room smelled of hot pussy.

"I'd like that," Keisha said, grinning. She looked down at my cock, and then ran her finger up my shaft and over the head to scoop up some of my dripping precum. She made a show of putting her finger in her mouth and licking it clean.

"Mmm, your boyfriend has delicious pre," she purred. "I bet his cum is yummy too. Too bad he's not allowed."

Gwendolyn laughed. "I'll let you suck it if you promise not to let him come. He makes lots of precum," she said. "Want to?"

"No coming? For real?" Keisha pouted.

"No. And I get to play your piano."

This time Keisha laughed. "You drive a hard bargain!" she said. "Okay. I'll just edge him, then. But if you can't play anything nice, you have to stop."

She nudged me into standing up and leaned in to lick my cock like a melting ice cream cone before she wrapped her soft lips around my head. Not coming was going to be a challenge.

Gwendolyn sat at the desk and turned on the piano. She struck a couple of keys and adjusted the volume. Then she started playing beautifully, I thought, a pretty melodic tune I'd heard before. Simple but elegant, it gave my blowjob a dreamy quality that actually helped me calm down.

That is until Keisha started humming along. She was stroking my shaft while swirling her tongue around my cockhead and sucking. I must have been producing a lot of sap, because she kept swallowing. Before Gwendolyn got to the end of the short tune, I was groaning. I made it loud and urgent and Keisha stopped.

"Mmm, that was delicious," she said, smacking her lips.

I was quivering in my desperate fight for control. But I managed to keep the lid on my climax. I went and sat on the other bed to recover.

"'Prelude in C,' very nice," said Keisha. "I think I like both you guys."

"It's one of the few pieces I still remember," Gwendolyn said. "I love Bach."

"He's my favorite composer," Keisha said. She leaned over Gwendolyn and played some heavy sounding notes that then tripped into fast cascading runs of deep emotion. I stared at her big round ass; the sight and the music filled me with aching desire.

"Piano Concerto Number One!" Gwendolyn exclaimed. "Wow, you're really good!"

"Not really, not like some of the piano majors. But that's one of my favorite compositions." She had stopped playing, but still had her arms around Gwendolyn. "Mm, you smell nice," she said.

"That's 'cause I'm horny. Watching you come was hot!"

"I could take care of that," Keisha whispered. She had her lips on Gwendolyn's neck, just behind her left ear. Her fingers came off the keyboard and brushed Gwendolyn's nipples through her shirt.

"They're so hard!" She whispered, but not so softly that I couldn't hear.

Gwendolyn twisted in her chair and brought Keisha down into her lap. Their lips met in a long, sensuous kiss.

"You taste just like my boyfriend," Gwendolyn said, grinning, when their kiss came to an end.

"He's nice," Keisha said wistfully. "I wish I had one like that."

"You should definitely get one. Too bad they're so hard to find."

"You found yours and you weren't even looking. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places."

"Definitely. You want to take a look at the quiet ones, not the ones that chase you."

"I think you're on to something there," Keisha granted.

Gwendolyn dropped her hands to Keisha's ass and gave it a squeeze.

"Do you still want to eat my pussy?"

"Uh-huh," Keisha said, blushing suddenly.

"You know, Mike has been staring at this sexy ass of yours a lot. Want me to let him eat it while you lick me?" She squeezed her cheeks again. "He's a very good ass licker."

Keisha got off her lap. "Uh-huh," she said again. She knelt and reached for Gwendolyn's jeans and opened them.

Gwendolyn turned her chair and cooperated with Keisha's efforts to remove her pants. Now all three of us were naked from the waist down.

"How do you want to do this?" Gwendolyn asked, getting to her feet. "How about, I lie on the bed? Then you can kneel between my legs with your ass up for Mike to enjoy?"

"Okay!"

In no time at all, we were all in our places with bright, shiny faces. Keisha's face, at least, got wet as soon as she nuzzled up to Gwendolyn's sopping pussy. I could feel my cheeks getting damp too, as I pressed my face between Keisha's impressive globes, tasting her sweat and stray cunt juice.

I found her puckered hole and lapped at it hungrily, listening to Gwendolyn's happy gasps and Keisha's eager grunts. I found that pressing two fingers into her slick pussy helped relax her tight butthole and I was soon forcing my tongue inside. I loved the taste of it. Like the smell, it was similar to Gwendolyn's, the only other ass I had licked, now a part of my daily worship.

Both girls were moaning now, practically harmonizing as they rose together in volume and pitch. I matched their rhythms with my tongue and fingers and in short order they both came vociferously and with much shaking of the bed as they thrashed and bucked.

Their ecstatic cries softened and gave way to panting and then they were both giggling as Keisha collapsed on top of Gwendolyn and I sank to my knees and sucked my fragrant fingers clean.

The girls talked as we dressed. They seemed to be quite pleased with themselves and with each other. Keisha was particularly complimentary.

"Now I don't know which one of you I'm more jealous of, you or your boyfriend," she said, pulling the tight denim up over her bodacious booty.

"You really know how to eat pussy!" Gwendolyn replied. "I've never done that. You're the first girl I've ever even kissed."

"Not me. I decided I was bi back in high school. I wanted to have both boys and girls and I thought I could treat everyone the same."

"Like egalitarian sex?" Gwendolyn asked.

"Exactly! But it's never worked out like that." She shrugged. "Someone always gets possessive. Usually it's the boys. They want to control you."

"That's why you have to take charge of them right from the start, before you let them fuck you," Gwendolyn stated, slipping on her shoes.

"I don't know if you can sustain that with most guys, though," she added thoughtfully.

"You're so lucky you've got Mike. I need a boyfriend like him," said Keisha, making me blush.

Gwendolyn reached for me. I sat on the floor and put my head in her lap. Her scent enveloped me in a cloud of contentment. I was tired and horny - I hadn't come - but I was content.

She stroked my hair. "We're having a special little get-together tomorrow night. You can come if you want. It's going to be a kind of recognition of our female-led relationship, sort of like coming out for Mike."

My heart swelled and my cock started dripping again because I was going to be confessing my devotion and obedience to my Gwendolyn!

"Would you come?" Gwendolyn asked. "I'd like you to be there."

Keisha smiled down on me being petted by my goddess.

"Yes. I'd love to," she said. "Thank you!"