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...

I snuggle next to Eva, enjoying the sweet drowsy softness of her body against mine. I pull her just a bit closer, giving her a little squeeze. The sun is warm where it falls through the lace curtains. It's going to be a hot day. But right now everything is perfect. The warmth, the sun, the long day ahead...I sigh in contentment. "What’s for breakfast?" Eva mumbles. "Mmmmmm," I respond. "Bring me coffee." I roll over, grateful for a few more minutes of sleep. Eva giggles and gives my ass a little squeeze as she slips from the bed "Yes, Miss Monster. Will there be anything else for you, Mistress? Shall I shine your shoes, Mistress?" She laughs as she pads out to the kitchen. My face breaks into a sleepy half-smile as I listen to her leave. "Mistress." "Monster." What must she really think of me? A neat freak, a nerd, a wine lover, an opera fan. What could have drawn us together? I glance at the stack of paper...

It happened. The stars aligned with my nerve and my libido. I was about to drive eight hours to meet a tantalizing woman I'd been conversing with online. For coffee, we agreed. Coffee. I'm not saying that coffee is always code for sex, but I am saying that there were plenty of java shops between my place and hers that wouldn't require two tanks of gas and an overnight bag. Everything was packed and loaded. Under my comfortable road clothes was my skankiest lingerie. Under that was a very pale and nervous me. To say I'd never done anything like this before would be the understatement of the year. But I was recklessly restless and she was terribly tantalizing. I was locking my apartment door when I got her message. I had told her I was ready to hit the road. I was expecting a "drive safe," or a "call me when you get here." I was not expecting instructions Once every hour, pull over and play with yourself for five minutes: no more and no less...

I feel silky flower petals gliding up my spine, then softness against my wrist, my palm. The blooms make the return trip, up to my shoulder, my neck, and down my left arm, goosebumps trailing in their wake. She places the flower in the vase on my bedside table. One in the vase. Five remain. --- The doorbell rings shortly after I get home. I'm padding around in socks, looking forward to leftovers and Netflix. She stands on my porch in the rain. "Gwen," I say. "I wasn't expecting you." Gwen gives me that look, the one that melts me. Her lips curve in a knowing smile. She's carrying a small bouquet. Calla lilies. "Are you going to invite me in?" I like flowers - what girl doesn't? - but I know better than to take a bouquet from Gwen at face value. Why lilies? I know her too well to think she chose them for their fragrance. They're symbols. Puzzle pieces. I'm overthinking this, I know. But I know Gwen too. There's ...

Gwen is coming to town. For two or three weeks, it's all I can think about. Gwen is coming. I'm counting the days. Finally the big day arrives. She invites me to meet her at her hotel - the same luxury business hotel where she always stays. She always gets a big suite on the floor reserved for frequent travelers. I park in the lot and make my way through the lobby. I announce myself to the concierge on Gwen's floor, who checks a list before directing me to a door at the end of the hall. I press the button and hear a musical chime. The door opens and Gwen is there. I am always surprised, in person, to be taller than Gwen. Her virtual presence is larger than life. I guess that's natural, given the nature of our relationship. Gwen is dominant, I am submissive. I get pleasure from being told what to do, from being or doing or experiencing whatever Gwen decides. She gets pleasure, she says, from controlling me, from treating me like an object, a sex toy to be used however s...

I've decided to allow you to attend your company party. I am escorting you. We'll put on evening dresses to mingle with the corporate executives and important clients. I'm wearing a little cocktail dress. You're wearing a black halter dress and a delicate collar that discreetly symbolizes that you belong to me. And heels, of course. The party is being held high above the city. The room is beautiful in a spare, modern way. There's a bar in the middle, and all around the edges are floor-to-ceiling windows. You can stand and look down at cars navigating the nighttime streets far below. We look at out the moon and it seems almost close enough to touch. You see your co-workers in a new light, dressed up as they never dress for work, all in their fanciest and prettiest clothes. Suits and ties, cocktail dresses, gowns. The executives and their young trophy wives cluster together drinking scotch. We sip wine as we walk slowly through the room, intent in conversation. After ...

 I lead you to the bedroom and relieve you slowly, gradually of your clothes, murmuring endearments as I unbutton, unclasp, unzip, drawing the fabric across your skin slowly and deliberately as I unwrap you like a precious gift. When the last shred of fabric is gone I pull you gently to the bed. I arrange you there on hands and knees. I gently position your knees until the space between them is precise. You work with me earnestly to take precisely the position I have in mind. I press my hand softly on the sweet skin between your shoulder blades and you understand that I mean for you to drop your face to the mattress. You're on the bed now in the position I've chosen for you, the side of your face flat against the bedspread, your ass raised high over spread thighs. It is an unambiguous position. You can't write like this. It's not a comfortable way to watch television. You're not going to arrange yourself this way to have a beer. No. This position is about sex and on...

What would it be like, I wonder, for you to simply give me your pleasure? Hand me the keys. Yield yourself up fully. You'll feel pleasure when I decide and how I decide. Edging. Cumming again and again. A long slow build-up or a quick jolt of release. When and where I say. Yes, I want to choose your clothes every day. I want to see my name written on your body. I want to hear you say that you exist to belong to me. I want to see in your eyes that ownership completes you, thrills and satisfies you in an emotional way that is only adjacent to sexuality. I want to own you so I can take care of you and guide you into thrilling situations and teach you to please me, because I know how deeply you need to give me pleasure too. I want to own you so my praise means something to you. But most of all, I want your pleasure. You know that I will respect and honor the gift. I will use it for your benefit, with growing expertise and confidence as we learn each other more thoroughly, wee...

A rueful smile formed on my lips as I looked out the window of the hotel room. Across the parking lot blinked the orange neon sign with its familiar owl emblem. I sent the message: You’re taking me to Hooters for our first date? She messaged back: Yes. I wasn’t surprised. Gwen is aware of my issues. She is my domme, after all. We have a different kind of dynamic. I don’t expect anyone to understand it. It's none of their business. She told me where to be and when to be there. I went. I don’t question her. If I did, she wouldn’t answer. Some things in life just are. I showered, brushed my hair, and dressed. The outfit I had brought to wear - the short, low-cut dress that had seemed right when I tried it on at home - was all wrong. I studied myself in the mirror, hating what I saw. My heart began beating erratically and the familiar pangs of an anxiety attack set in. I sipped a minibar brandy from the tiny bottle, willing my heart to slow down. The thought of leaving t...

I want you to help me find a new sub. We'll be partners. We'll pick her out and we'll kidnap her and take her to this cabin I know a couple hours away. She'll be so scared when we get there. When she calms down a little I will congratulate her on her new life. I'll tell her that she now has an infinitely obedient sextoy to use in any way she sees fit. She will awaken to gentle cunnilingus every morning. She will be gently bathed in the shower or tub. She'll receive massages throughout the day. Sex of any kind whenever she wants. From you. She won't believe it. So we'll have to make a little demonstration. I can give you to her, but she needs some training. An owner's manual. She'll want to be considerate at first, to treat you like a person. I'll show her how to treat you as an object. I'll put you on all fours during our conversation so I can put my feet up and use you as a footrest. I'll let her know that she doesn...

I edged a friend the other day. This is a transcript of what went on between us. I sent my instructions to her throughout the day. I wrote them all in advance, but she received them according to a schedule. Episode 1: Upon awakening I know you are awake now, and I am thinking of you. I am imagining your body, warm and soft and drowsy. I imagine awakening next to you and caressing you as you sleep, until you open your eyes and see me there. I smile and continue teasing your nipples. You reach down and wriggle out of your bottoms as I play with your pretty breasts. I reach down and glide my hands up and down your inner thighs, teasing you as I edge closer to your heat with each stroke. My fingers leave a trail of goose bumps on your smooth warm skin. You part your thighs wider as my fingers get close, so close. But I stop then and smile. I pick up your hand, pull it to my lips, and push two fingers into my mouth. I lick and suck on them, my eyes never leaving yours. Then I pu...