Gwendolyn
Copyright© 2026 by yfnsp
Chapter 16: A New Friend
BDSM Story: Chapter 16: A New Friend - 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 Group Sex Interracial Black Female Analingus Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Sex Toys Water Sports Body Modification
“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.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.