Stories by Gwen

I've been teasing Eva all morning. She's at work but she makes time to do the little tasks I assign her. Today she has stood before the mirror in the ladies' room and teased her lovely nipples for me. I gave her a script: I belong to you, Miss Gwen. I'm your filthy horny slut and I'll do whatever you say. I'm your fucktoy, your insatiable pussy-licking whore. You own me, every filthy nasty bit of me, and I'll do anything you want. Anything. She recited this as she pinched and twisted and tugged her nipples hard, watching in the mirror, hoping none of her colleagues would come in. We have had some close calls in the past. I know the pain in her nipples travels through Eva's body like lightning, quickly making her pussy wet. I have her dab some of that wetness on her pulse points like perfume and smear some more on her face. Anyone who gets close to her today will smell her sex, like an animal in heat. Eva returns to work, her bra and panties tu...

She looked up at me, her cheeks smeared with mascara and tears. "I know you love me and you want the best for me," she said. "You would rather caress me than slap me like that." I grimaced. It's true. I would much rather thrill her with my tongue on her sex than apply the lash to her pretty ass. I've told her as much. Many times. "The fact that you brutalize me with straps and fists is proof of your love," she said. "I know it's the last thing you want to do, that it feels unnatural and wrong to you. But you do it because I need it, because you love me so much you want me to have that experience. And you wouldn't trust anyone who loves me less to give it to me." I hadn't thought of it that way, but she was right. I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it. It was, in a peculiar way, evidence of love. "So you beat me. And every blow hurts you more than it hurts me." Yes, sweet girl. Yes. It does. ...