My Journey Into Free-Use (part 1/3)
In the five years since I had accepted my Master's collar and moved in with Him as His full-time submissive, I had enjoyed helping Him fulfill a great many of His kinks and fantasies. We had played with bondage, sensory deprivation, and erotic hypnosis among other things. High among His kinks was sharing me. Something about owning me so completely that He could have me fuck anyone He wanted, anytime He wanted, turned Him on enormously.
In the previous two years He had taken to sharing me in more frequent and creative ways. Sometimes I would know the man or men He would give me to, other times I would be blindfolded and tied down, unable to move, as my body was used by one or more cocks attached to mystery men who would stay as silent and anonymous as possible aside from grunts and moans.
Always, of course, my Master would insist on condoms, permitting only Himself to cum inside any of my willing holes.
As a woman with a submissive streak a mile deep, this was all extremely satisfying to me. I especially enjoyed the loss of control, the utter submission to my Master, giving myself to Him in any way He chose to use me. I enjoyed the idea that He could use me as a sexy fuck-toy at any time and in any way that pleased Him. A certain subset of His friend circle benefited a great deal as well, being given the chance to use me at His discretion. Some of these men were friends of both of us, and although it could sometimes be a challenge to balance my time as a fuck-toy with the normal social interactions of ordinary friendship, in general, our friends were mature enough not to push our boundaries, using me only when my Master requested or permitted it, and hanging out on a more casual level otherwise.
We have a tradition where New Years is always our private holiday. After spending Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons being as vanilla as possible around our respective families, New Years was a time for us to let our kinky freak-flags fly. We would both take a long-weekend and plan no other distractions from whatever my Master would plan for us. My first gang-bang since my Master collared me was on the first New Years we spent together, and He would always try to top Himself each passing year.
A few months prior to our fifth New Years together, after a round of hard fucking and intense domination, while I was floating in the afterglow, being tended to by His aftercare, He asked me if I had any fantasies that He could help me fulfill.
I don't want to imply that it took Him 5 years to ask me what pleases me. Certainly He has always been extremely attentive to my needs as His wholly-owned submissive. This time, however, He was asking if I had any deep, dark, kinky desires that I had previously been too hesitant or too shy to bring to His attention.
I told Him that, of course, my deepest kink and strongest desire was to submit to Him utterly and completely, to be used by Him in whatever way pleased Him. He smiled, and nodded, and told me that of course He understood all that, but was there something else, something I wished He would choose to do with me that He had not yet done.
I long-ago learned that when He asks me questions like this He does not want a flippant or easy answer, and so I gave His question serious thought. I told Him that I deeply enjoy it when He gives me to others, knowing that I'm pleasing Him by allowing my body to be used by whomever He wishes, but I also fantasize about being used by ANYONE who wishes. I confessed to Him that I have a free-use and mild CNC fetish. In my fantasies I think it's extremely hot to just be taken and used by any man at any time, but only, of course, with His knowledge and permission. Furthermore, I was shamefully thrilled at the idea of being taken raw, being filled with the cum of strangers, turned into a filthy cum-dump for the pleasure of others.
I surprised Him a little, I think, and we had a long conversation about these fantasies of mine and some of the real dangers and difficulties of making them a reality. The issue of disease was obvious of course, but also there's a fine-line between free-use and rape, which I have no desire to experience again. I would need some way to explore the former without being a victim of the latter.
Our New Years weekend was amazing, and my Master outdid Himself in pushing me utterly into subspace, but it came and went without anything pertaining to my newly-confessed fantasies, and the details are for another story. My Master told me He needed some time to work out how to explore satisfying my fantasies more safely.
For a number of years we had been a member of a local members-only bdsm club (which has since, sadly, closed due to the pandemic). Their Saturday night dance parties had always been a fun way to blow off steam, get some kinky play in, and meet new people. My Master certainly made use of these connections in finding people to share me with in fulfillment of His fantasies, and so we were reasonably well-known there. As this was a quality establishment, there were ground rules, and everybody needed to pass an orientation class before being granted membership. The ironclad principles of Safe, Sane, and Consensual were strongly enforced, and it was, as a result, a reasonably safe and fun place to let our hair down.
We generally attended the Saturday night parties once or twice a month because they were the most casual, and best-attended, not catering to any specific kink subculture but embracing all of them. As a lifelong goth-girl, it also gave me another opportunity to wear black-pvc and elaborate black eye makeup, which is always fun.
One Saturday night I was dressed in a fairly typical black pvc mini-dress, calf-high boots, my collar, and nothing else. My Master was in a black suit with jewel-tone tie. We arrived on time for the pre-party announcements where any particular rules, concerns, or guidelines would be announced to the attendees before the doors were locked and the music started.
I wasn't paying too much attention, having heard these announcements in multiple variations dozens of times, but my attention was immediately snagged when the assistant director of the club making the announcements asked me, specifically, to raise my hand to identify myself. I found myself the center of attention as over 50 kinky people turned to look at me, which caused me to flush with nervousness. Why was I being called out like this? The announcer then said: "This beautiful submissive's Master has offered her up for the free use of anyone for tonight's party. If she uses her safe-word, or if her Master intervenes, you are to stop whatever you're doing, but otherwise, you should all assume you have permission to use her in whatever way you desire. Barrier protection is mandatory."
I started shaking with adrenaline. I barely heard my Master announce my safe word to the crowd, but soon the music started and my Master was there, arm around me, murmuring in my ear, making sure I was ok with this. I cast my gaze around the room and saw the many lustful glances roaming over my body. I leaned against my Master's side, knowing He would never let anyone hurt me. I felt nervous, terrified, but powerfully turned on. My Master suggested I work off some nerves on the dance floor, and I obeyed, being the first person to start dancing that evening. I wasn't the only one out there for long.
Clearly most of the attendees were unsure at first how to handle my free-use status. Usual etiquette at the club for using a submissive was to approach that person's Dom/me or Master and ask permission. But my Master had already given blanket permission. I imagine it was a bit weird even for the lustier members to contemplate just walking up and taking me.
The dance floor was nice, though. Many people caressed me, danced with me, flirted with me, and ultimately, about 10 minutes in, one guy just came up behind me on the dancefloor, grabbed my braid in one hand, crouched a bit to guide his jutting cock under the hem of my dress, slid against my slit a couple times to make sure I was wet, and just drove to the hilt into my body in one thrust.
It was so hot. I cried out in loudly in lust and pleasure and everyone on the dance floor cheered. I stood there in my high heeled boots, back arched, hair in one of his hands, the other gripping me by one hip, while he started just jackhammering into me. I didn't know who it was. I couldn't turn my head. I was being used like a toy by a stranger who just walked up and took me like it was his right.
I know, rationally, that the difference between my Master sharing me with men He invites over and Him sharing me at a BDSM club is, in actuality, not very big, but it FELT different. He wasn't right there, granting formal permission and participating. In fact, He was quite purposefully staying a certain distance away from me, letting the vultures circle, letting me play out my free use fantasies. I knew He was nearby, and would stop things if they got to be too much for me, but His remove, His distance, combined with the knowledge that any and every person in that club could use me in whatever way they wanted, made it feel like a very different experience than my previous times being shared. I felt a surge of excitement and degradation and submission knowing that, for the rest of this evening, I was just a fuck-toy for anyone to use.
The guy on the dance floor had only been pounding into me for a couple minutes before another man took custody of my hair and bent me over at the waist. It seems I was going to be spit-roasted right there amidst the dancers, and I obediently opened my mouth for a second cock to drive down my throat. The two men used me roughly, selfishly, sawing me back and forth between their impaling cocks. The man in my tight, needy cunt came first, thrusting to the hilt and holding himself deep inside me, his hands on my hips lifting me onto my toes as he blasted his cum into the condom, but the cock in my throat gave me no pause, and indeed, when the man behind me withdrew, leaving me aching and empty, I never had a chance to see who at the club it had been.
My ass was spanked a couple of times by other dancers as my throat continued to be used, and it surprised me a little that nobody else had taken advantage of my empty pussy yet, but it seems the man in my throat had indicated he had priority, because after a few more thrusts, he pulled me off his cock and dragged me to one of the couches at the edge of the dance floor. He threw me down on my back onto the couch, rolled a condom onto himself, climbed between my legs, and without so much as a word, drove into me.
I actually knew this man, a bit. My Master had shared me with him at the club on at least a couple prior occasions, and I knew his name and had chit-chatted with him. Still, the fact that I knew him didn't change the fact that he was treating me like his personal free-use slut, and the way he was using me was very different than the prior times, which had been more constrained by BDSM etiquette. He was fucking me like an animal, and I was a hot hole for him to use. I tilted my head back and submitted to his use, moaning out my pleasure, arching my back, and being the best little fuck-toy I could possibly be for him.
After some time of blissful submission to the use of this man, I looked back down at him and was surprised to notice that a line had formed. Three other men were standing in an obvious queue, cocks out, stroking as they watched me lustfully. I couldn't see my Master anywhere. I felt another surge of adrenaline, a mixture of fear, lust, and submission, knowing that I would have to please all of these men in their turn, that I had no say in the matter, I was just a free-use slut, there to be fucked, used, and enjoyed.
At last the man inside me came, filling his condom. He climbed off of me and slapped me full across the face. I cried out in surprise, but also moaned in utter submission. This particular man remembered from his previous experiences with me that I occasionally enjoyed being slapped around a bit. "That's your reward for being such a good slut" he said to me as he walked off and the next two men pounced on me.
It seems these two had long wanted to try double-penetrating a woman, and I was a readily-available pair of fuck-holes for them to experiment with. Fortunately, it wasn't my first time at this and I was able to provide some guidance as to how to position ourselves. I also made sure they used plenty of lube for my ass as I had a suspicion I would regret being made too sore there too soon. On the one hand, having to help them figure out what to do detracted from my "just be a fuck-toy" fantasy. On the other hand, once they got going, their hard cocks sawing back and forth in both my nether orifices, filling me blissfully full, I completely forgot about any initial awkwardness.
They were joined, eventually, by the third man who had tired of waiting and decided he wanted to make me airtight. I admit, my mind blanked out on lust, three cocks thrusting into me, with an occasional extra cock in my free hand. I have no idea how long they used me, or how many men, actually, I took in my hand or mouth. I know only that eventually the men in my lower orifices came hard into their condoms, pulled out roughly, and left me gasping and sore on the couch.
I suspect, looking back, that my Master was covertly doing crowd control, because no new men pounced me right away. I was able to stand on shaking legs and wobble my way to one of the bathroom cubicles. I was too shaky and sex-hazed to notice a man following me into the bathroom. He shut the door behind me and bent me over the sink. I had to pee, but I also had to be his willing free-use slut. At this point there was no other option available in my mind but to submit and please him, and anyone, and everyone.
He fucked me hard against the sink, leaving stinging hand-prints on my ass, before finally filling the condom and leaving me to use the restroom. I stayed in there a little longer than was strictly necessary just to catch my breath. I was already getting a little sore, but in the submissive headspace I was in, that didn't matter. I knew I was there to satisfy any and everyone until either the evening ended or my Master took me away.
Eventually, I stood up, fixed my makeup as best I could (which wasn't very well. I was a terrible mess), and walked back out into the club.
The next few hours were a blur of sex. At one point two couples had me bound to a sawhorse, the men fucking me from both ends while the women whipped me and mocked me and degraded me. This was the one time my Master stepped in and asked them to tone it down a bit. He could tell that the pain and the degradation were starting to take me out of my fantasy.
But aside from that, the rest of the evening was a succession of hard, semi-anonymous fucking. No matter how hard I think back on it I still have no idea how many men (and some women) used me that night. I was a shaking mess that could barely walk to the car when my Master eventually took me home. It took me days to physically recover. I was sore everywhere. But mentally I was shell-shocked, blown away by how hot my first foray into my free-use fantasy had been. I made a point of thanking my Master VERY sincerely and submissively for doing that for me.
But it was only the first step into our exploration of free-use...
In the conversation with my Master about my deepest fantasies, I confessed to having a free-use and mild CNC fetish, longing for the possibility of being used by anyone with His permission and consent. Later that night at the BDSM club, the assistant director announced that I was offered up for free use by my Master, causing me to feel a surge of excitement and submission, knowing I was just a fuck-toy for anyone to use.