Gwendolyn
Copyright© 2026 by yfnsp
Chapter 15: Wholly Hers
BDSM Story: Chapter 15: Wholly Hers - 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 Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Analingus Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Sex Toys Water Sports Body Modification
“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 licking her pussy and lapping up the excess fluid around it.
“Mmm,” I said, swallowing her delicious juice. “Yes! Of course! I’m the happiest boy in the world!” She had announced that she was going to marry me a moment after she made herself come while watching me give my first blow job.
As if being in my favorite place, doing my favorite thing to pleasure my favorite person weren’t enough, Gwendolyn had now confirmed that I was to be hers forever. It wasn’t just the throes of orgasm that had spurred her to say, “I’m going to marry him.” She really meant it!
“You never said anything. I had no idea you were even thinking about it. Why didn’t you ask me?”
Gwendolyn laughed. “Why would I? You’re already mine and you do everything I say.”
She tousled my hair affectionately. I returned to worshipping her pussy. A warm glow spread from my tingling lips to the tips of my toes. It was true: I was completely and joyfully hers.
“That was the last test,” she explained. “When you sucked cock for me. You passed all my tests with flying colors.” She pulled my face away from her silky snatch and tilted it to look in my eyes.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. The best part was the way you asked Nate to fuck me. I know that was hard. You were so brave. And the way you said it was so beautiful, so respectful. I almost decided then. But I needed to see you surrender to a man, to take his cock for me.”
I was lost in her beautiful eyes. Tears of joy filled mine and I shivered with excitement remembering how thrilling it had been, first tasting Nate’s cock, then successfully throating it, and then making him come in my mouth.
“You liked it, didn’t you, being a cocksucker for me?”
“Yes, Gwendolyn,” I said. Pronouncing her name was a profession of my subservience.
“You liked his cum, too. I could tell.”
It was true. I blushed, ashamed of how much I had enjoyed it. And I could see in her eyes that she recognized it. I would have hung my head if she hadn’t been holding my chin.
“Oh yes, my little cocksucker, you love eating cum, and not just yours anymore. It was so hot to see you swallow Nate’s cum. You want to do it again, don’t you?”
“Yes, Gwendolyn.” It wasn’t just the pleasure it gave her that I had enjoyed. It began as simply that, but it was now the cum itself, the taste and the texture, that had evidently grown on me. And more than that, it was also the act of making a man come and eating it.
“Are you becoming a cumslut, Mike? Do you want me to take you to a glory hole where you can eat load after load from anonymous cocks?”
My cock throbbed. My face was hot. “Yes, Gwendolyn. I’m your cocksucking cumslut now.”
“Look at you!” she said. “So eager!” She smiled proudly. “I’m going to reward you now. I’ll let you come so you can lick it up and swallow it. Your reward for being so obedient today and asking Nate to fuck me.”
She released my face and smoothed my hair affectionately.
“Where do you want to come? You can choose anywhere you like.”
“Can I come on your ass? I want to lick your asshole. Please.”
“Ooh, that sounds nice,” she said seductively, “but then I wouldn’t be able to see it. Don’t you want me to watch you come?”
“Oh, okay. Yes,” I said. I wanted to lick my cum from somewhere new. I had come on her tits and her pussy before. “Someplace new?” I said, uncertain. Coming on her face seemed disrespectful. “Not on your pretty face...”
“Would you like to come in my mouth, baby?” she suggested. “I’ll hold all your cum for you and you can kiss me to take it all back.”
“Could I?” I was flabbergasted. “Oh, Gwendolyn! That would be awesome!”
“Okay,” she said brightly. “Let’s trade places.”
I sat on the edge of the chair and stroked my throbbing cock while Gwendolyn sat at my feet ready to receive my ejaculate. It felt very unsettling, like a reverse power dynamic, as if I were suddenly the dominant one.
Gwendolyn, with her genius, must have sensed my unease. “No coming until I say so,” she said, resuming command.
I felt a comforting sense of relief. I watched Gwendolyn’s attentive expression as my hand stroked smoothly, confidently, quickly bringing me to the edge.
“I’m going to count down from ten, then you can come. Count with me,” she instructed.
“Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ... six ... five ... four ... three ... two ... one. Cum NOW!”
I counted with her, ceding control to her voice and the power of her will. I watched her lips as I felt my excitement increase with each successive count, and on command, I came.
It was an almost out-of-body experience. I felt no volition, just the power of her voice and the movement of her lips. Her mouth opened wide as the “NOW” resounded in my brain and my cock began spurting, pouring forth its offering into her waiting mouth.
She stood up, keeping her head tilted back and holding her mouth in that odd shape that keeps stuff from falling out. I leaned back in the chair and opened my mouth expectantly.
Taking my face in both hands, she bent towards me and, with her lips hovering right over mine, let the contents spill out of her mouth into mine. It was fresh and warm and fluid, unlike the cooling, sticky stuff I was used to licking off her tits and thighs.
I swallowed gratefully, noting the familiar flavor tempered with the clean taste of her saliva. Then her lips met mine and she kissed me. Her tongue pushed more cum into my mouth. I sucked her tongue clean and swabbed her mouth with my tongue for more, swallowing everything.
I put my arms around her, pulling her in close. She straddled my legs and sat on my lap. We kissed for a long time.
~~~~~*~
Later, after I’d done my cat chores, we settled down to study, Gwendolyn at her desk and me close by at the little table in the kitchenette. I found it hard to focus. I had so many questions and literally no idea what marriage meant to her or what she had in mind for our wedding.
“Gwendolyn?” I interrupted her. “When’s the big day?”
I didn’t mind having no say in the matter. It was totally in character for her and the nature of our relationship that I should follow wherever she chose to lead us. But I was excited at the prospect of formalizing my devotion to her.
“What?” She looked up from her textbook.
“The wedding. When is it going to be?”
A puzzled look on her face quickly dissolved. “Are you thinking about that?” She laughed, smiling benevolently. “That’s years away, silly,” she said. “We have to finish school first. Your law school and my undergrad. That’s nearly four years at least!”
“Oh,” I said stupidly. I had no idea she was thinking that far ahead.
“Now, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” she said playfully.
Then, more seriously, “What you need to do is keep your grade point average up. You’re going to have get into law school here and that’s not easy. I can’t let you go away to any old school.”
She knew I was maintaining a three point seven average. To be sure of acceptance I would need a three point eight and a high LSAT score.
“Have you registered for the LSAT yet?” she asked.
“No.”
“That’s okay. You have until April if you’re going to take it in June. I’ll make sure you don’t forget. And I’m going to help you prep.”
I was astonished. I couldn’t believe that she had involved herself so deeply in my affairs. It reminded me how serious she was about owning me, that I was hers. I looked at her in wonder. She looked so serious. I wanted to kneel at her feet and worship her.
“Don’t gawp at me, silly. Don’t you have schoolwork to do?”
~~~~~*~
“I made an appointment for you,” Gwendolyn announced at lunch the next day. We had just finished eating and I was getting ready to clean up. She handed me a torn-off piece of notebook paper. It said “Pandora’s Paint Box, 964 E Main, 3:30pm.”