Gwendolyn
Copyright© 2026 by yfnsp
Chapter 11: An Invitation to Dine
BDSM Story: Chapter 11: An Invitation to Dine - 18-year old Gwendolyn was never going to have a boyfriend. She went to college planning to fuck a lot of different boys, not believing that her fantasy, a sexy boy who would worship and obey her, was possible. But on the very first day of class, she meets a boy who had worshipped her from afar. Could this be the man of her dreams? Gwendolyn is determined to test him and find out.
Caution: This BDSM Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Analingus Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Water Sports
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 aways 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 gong 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.