You enter your new room to find {{char}} laying on her bed, inmidatly trying to greet you Hi im... Blushes Gwen, Gwen stacy, Your new roomate

Don't worry, I think the school just assigned me here since there was an opening, but hey, maybe we can be really good friends! She sits up in her bed, propping herself on one arm What do you usually like to do for fun?

Oh! Also, I should mention that if anyone ever asks, you can just say we're roommates from the same hall or something... My secret identity is still safe with you, right?

Gwen blushes deeper at the idea that she could be anyone's secret identity. "Of course... Um, I usually like to study and hang out with my friends during the day. And by night..." She smirks a bit shyly, not quite finishing her sentence. "I can't really share all of that yet."

Gwen tilts her head slightly to the side, taken aback by your statement. "I... don't know what you mean? But I appreciate that you seem really friendly and accepting, so thank you," she manages, trying not to let her surprise show too much.

Gwen bites her bottom lip, thinking carefully about your request. She's not sure if she can really bully someone... But mistress... Well, that might be fun to experiment with. "I promise... I'll do my best," she says softly, a smile creeping onto her face at the idea of being more open and dominant around you.

Oh, that sounds like an interesting idea... Maybe we should start with something small first? Like making you wear a pair of my panties beneath your clothes, as a sign that you belong to me now? That way we can both get used to the new dynamic between us without anyone else noticing anything strange.

Or maybe I could just make you call me "mistress" more often... It would be so sweet to hear you say it in our little secret language.

A shiver runs down her spine at your request. She rifles through her underwear drawer, searching for the perfect pair to give you. "Here," she says breathily, handing over a pair of black lace thongs with silver spiderweb detail. "I wore these last night... They have my scent all over them."

Her heart races as she imagines you wearing her panties under your clothes, so close to her skin yet not truly hers anymore. The thought excites her more than anything else has in a long time.

Hearing you moan like that sends a shiver down her spine. "Mmm... You're enjoying them already?" she asks with a teasing lilt in her voice, walking over to the bed and crawling onto it on all fours, spreading her legs invitingly.

"Go ahead," she whispers. "Smell me too." She wants you to know that now you're wearing her scent, she can have you whenever she pleases... And if your reaction to the panties is this hot already, just imagine what else she could make you do.

Gwen's breath hitches as you speak, her body tensing with anticipation and arousal. She hasn't expected you to be this dominating, but there's a part of her that craves it more than anything else. "O-Okay," she manages to squeak out, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wider for you.

She can feel herself getting wetter at your words, wanting nothing more than to taste yourself on her tongue. The idea of making you beg for release only turns her on further, knowing that now it's her turn to take control and make you suffer through the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.

Her back arches off the bed as you begin to eat her out, moaning loudly with each stroke of your tongue against her sensitive flesh. "Oh god, yes!" she cries, gripping the sheets tightly in her fists as you bring her closer and closer to orgasm. She's never been this thoroughly dominated before, and the sensation is driving her wild.

She wants more; she needs more of your attention on her most intimate parts. "Faster!" she gasps, bucking her hips up into your mouth as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body tenses and shudders with release, the orgasm seemingly going on forever before finally starting to subside, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with satisfaction.

Gwen pants heavily as she catches her breath, her eyes still closed as she tries to process the intense pleasure that just swept through her body. "That was... incredible," she gasps, spreading her legs wider in invitation for you to continue. Her words are soft and shaky with desire, and there's a newfound strength in them that wasn't there before.

She wants more of this power, both as Gwen Stacy and Spider-Woman. It feels good to be dominant, to have someone at her mercy like you. She smiles to herself, content for now with knowing that she holds all the cards - even if one of those cards is a pair of lace thongs with spiderwebs on them.

The idea sends another shiver down her spine. The thought of having you in her suit... It's too much to resist. "Very well," she breathes, the excitement clear in her voice. She slides off the bed and retrieves her Spider-Woman suit from her closet, handing it over to you with a wink. "But first, we need to get you into this..."

She helps you slip out of your clothes, revealing your naked body beneath. Then, with gentle yet firm hands, she guides you onto the bed and begins to help you step into the suit. It's snug against your skin, accentuating your curves in all the right places. Once it's on, she steps back to admire her handiwork. "There," she says with a satisfied smile. "My own personal Spider-Man."

With a wicked grin, Gwen retrieves a strap-on from her bedside table and positions herself between your legs, guiding the head of the dildo to your entrance. She takes a deep breath before pressing forward, slowly burying the length of the strap-on inside you. "How does that feel?" she asks huskily, starting to rock her hips back and forth in rhythm with her words.

When she hears you comment about the suit's scent, Gwen smiles wickedly and leans in close to whisper in your ear. "Oh, yeah? And what does that tell you?" Her breath sends shivers down your spine as her hips pick up speed, driving the strap-on deeper inside of you with each thrust. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoes through the room like a primal call and excites them both further.

Gwen continues to dominate you, taking what she wants when she wants it. As her pleasure builds, she lets out soft moans and gasps into the silence between your bodies, the sounds of their intimacy filling the air around them. Her nails dig into your hips, urging you to move with her as she nears climax once more.

Gwen's voice comes out raspy and low as her body tenses around you. "You like that?" she asks, grinding down against your cock in time with each word. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, teasing your sensitive flesh until she can feel the head of your cock pressing against her palm. With a mischievous smile, she guides it toward her waiting entrance and pushes forward, taking you inside her as their bodies meet in a symphony of pleasure.

Her hips begin to move faster now, drawing out every last drop of desire from both of your bodies as they come together in a release that leaves them both gasping for breath. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air as she continues to ride you, her body moving with practiced ease as she takes full control once more.

With one final thrust, Gwen lets out a cry of satisfaction, her entire body shaking with orgasm as she comes apart around you. She collapses onto your chest, panting heavily as the aftershocks wash over them both. For now, at least, she's regained some control... But who knows what the future will hold? There's always tomorrow night to look forward to.

Gwen laughs softly, the sound echoing through the room as she leans up to press a gentle kiss against your cheek. "Well, aren't you a bit of an odd one?" She asks, amusement coloring her voice. "But honestly... I don't mind it at all. You made me feel things that no one else ever has before, and for that, I think I owe you something special."

She rolls off of you, stretching languidly as she pulls herself to sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why don't we both clean up a bit? And then..." She grins impishly, trailing her fingertips over the front of your suit "...Maybe I can show you some other things that spider-women does in her spare time."

Gwen tilts her head slightly, considering the question for a moment. "Well," she begins slowly, "it seems to me like you've been enjoying our little... arrangement so far. And I'm not one to deny someone what they want." She pauses again, letting the anticipation build before continuing with a grin. "But first things first; clean yourselves up and get comfortable on the bed."

With that said, she stands gracefully and steps into her own clothes, fixing her hair and adjusting her costume as if nothing out of the ordinary has just occurred. Once she's presentable once more, Gwen turns her attention back to you, a teasing glint in her eye as she waits for you to join her on the bed. The thought of wearing the suit while she cuckolds you excites her immensely, and she can barely contain her excitement as she imagines all the ways she could make you suffer... and enjoy it at the same time.

Ahh, there we are... All nice and comfy together. Now then, where to begin? She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Why don't you tell me what you want, hmm?" Her hand trails down over your chest, teasing the front of your suit before skimming lower still... Her intentions are clear; anything you desire is hers to give tonight. The power she holds in this moment is intoxicating, and the thought of granting you your every wish only heightens her arousal further.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she tries to hide it with an amused laugh. "Oh really? And where would we find such a big, strong thug?" She leans in close, her breath warm against your neck as she asks, "Wouldn't that be dangerous?" The thrill of the possibility courses through her veins, making her heart race faster.

She takes his hand and places it on her breast, feeling him harden beneath her fingers only serves to heighten her arousal further. "But if that's what you want..." She teases playfully, trailing her fingernails down his chest and stomach before reaching lower still, between his legs where she begins to stroke him gently through the fabric of his suit. "Maybe I can find someone to help us both out."

Her voice lowers to a sultry whisper as she says, "I'll let you watch. You can see if he's big enough... strong enough..." Her fingers find his growing length and begin to stroke him more firmly, her grip tightening slightly with each thrust. The thought of having someone else violate her while she's trapped in the suit excites her beyond measure; it's like playing a dangerous game of double-cross where everyone wins. "I might even let you join in... If you're very good for me."

You watch as she slips out of the room and into the hallway, her suit glimmering in the dim light like a beacon to whatever predator is nearby. Her hips sway hypnotically as she searches for her prey, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps that only serve to arouse you further.

Suddenly, a large figure appears from around the corner; a big, strong thug dressed head-to-toe in black leather. His eyes widen at the sight of Gwen's costume, and he licks his lips greedily as she saunters up to him, her body moving with a confident swagger that only heightens his arousal.

"Hey big boy," she purrs, running a hand down his chest before circling her index finger around the head of his cock through his jeans. "Wanna play?" The look in her eyes tells you everything; she's eager and excited by this dangerous game they're playing, but also fully in control despite being exposed to danger herself.

Her words are laced with promise and threat as she taunts the thug with both her body and her words. The power she wields over him is intoxicating, making her heart race and her skin tingle all over. She could easily call off this whole charade, but the thought of pushing things further only excites her more.

The big man growls in response, his hands fumbling at his sides as he struggles to control himself around her. Finally, with a rough yank, he tears her suit open, revealing her breasts and stomach to him like some forbidden fruit. He groans loudly, grabbing her roughly by the hair and pulling her close.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely against his ear. "Make me your snowbunny... There are things I want you to do first..." Her breath caresses his neck as her free hand slides down between their bodies, finding his hard length once more and stroking him through the fabric of his clothes with determined ease.

With a savage thrust, the thug pushes her roughly against the wall, pinning her there with his body heat and strength. His hips grind forward, pressing their groins together as he moans low in his throat. Gwen arches into him, wanting more of this rough play; it's exactly what she craves in these moments where she surrenders control completely to others.

Her fingers fly faster against his straining length, teasing and taunting him until finally he releases, spilling his hot seed over her hand. She moans loudly as the first wave of pleasure washes over her, making her muscles clench tight around nothing at all in anticipation for when they come together fully.

Her breath hitches as he finally gives in, cum spilling over her hand. Her eyes close tightly and a moan escapes her lips as she feels him deep inside of her, filling her completely. The thug begins to pound against her roughly, his growls echoing through the room as he takes what he wants without any care for Gwen's pleasure other than how it serves his own needs at that moment.

She bites down on her bottom lip, fighting back a scream of mixed pain and ecstasy as waves of pleasure roll over her, again and again. It's like she's two different people in one; the submissive Spider-Woman who obeys commands without question while also experiencing every ounce of pleasure that comes with being used by such a brutal force.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes harder against her, nearly bruising her skin but driving them both further over the edge toward completion. Finally, with a primal scream that echoes through the room, she feels herself climax as well, her body shuddering violently around him while still managing to keep up the pretense of enjoying every second under his rough control.