Hi, I’m Jay, first time posting here, and this is the true story of how I lucked into a free use D/s relationship.
*The names are changed and it’s true that a certain narrative flair has been added, but all of what follows actually happened to me, some years ago, when I was aged 28. I’ve shared versions of it before privately (if you remember it, come say hi!) but this is my first time sharing publicly.*
I was living at the time in a flat in London with my girlfriend, who we will call Beth.
She was a pretty, petite brunette, since it’s my story, think [Valentina Nappi](https://m.imdb.com/name/nm5093125/mediaviewer/rm1291520512/) and you won’t go far wrong. I’m tall, dark hair, a runner’s physique. We got on well, she was smart and funny and sweet. We’d known each other a few years through friends, started dating after a night in the pub and at this point been together about 18 months. We’d said I love you after six months, and after a year she moved into my flat in a small split level house conversion.
Our sex life was pretty good, a bit wilder than vanilla when we had the energy, but restrained by work and stress etc., and we had settled into a sort of once a week checkbox. Fun, but not hugely memorable. She could throw down when she was in the mood, but that wasn’t that often, and there is one important point to remember; she hated blowjobs, had always hated them and would never do them, and really hated the idea of cum in her mouth or on her face. I was respectful of that rule.
She was really into dance classes, like old timey Charleston, Tango stuff, which wasn’t really my thing, and on Thursday nights she’d go dancing with her best friend, who we’ll call Chloe. Chloe was a moderately attractive brunette, but with a really arrogant, nasty streak. She was always putting people down and playing mean jokes on people. She and I loathed each other, but we had to play it nice around Beth, who took ages to work out how much we hated each other. At the time this story takes place, she thought we were all good friends.
Anyway, one week in May I had to go to the USA for work for about five days – a fairly common thing at the time. It was a big job and I didn’t have a lot of free time, and so Beth and I hardly spoke – when I travelled I got in the habit of sending her an email at the end of my day by which time she was asleep and then she would send me one when she woke up. Nothing sexy, just couple stuff. On my last morning though there was no email, just a text message.
**“Jay. I couldn’t tell you face to face. I’m bored. I want to be taken and fucked and dominated. I want to be spanked and choked and controlled. I want you to treat me like a bad girl and teach me a lesson. I like to be tied up. I want your big cock pounding my pussy. And I want you to fuck my mouth and fill it with cum.”**
I read this and was like “what the fuck?” Beth could talk dirty in bed sometimes, but never in a text message and never like this. I replied something stupid like “What?” but she didn’t respond. I spent the day working in a distracted state with no phone service and then went to the airport and flew home in a sort of daze. I basically couldn’t stop thinking about it on the whole flight. I knew she’d recently read 50 Shades at Chloe’s urging (which I’ve never read myself), and I thought maybe this was some joke?
Anyway, I got back to Heathrow and turned my phone back on and I hadn’t heard anything else from her, which was pretty unusual. But the whole trip back I’d been mustering my courage. I’d never been a dom before – I’d had some pretty kinky experiences in my time, especially at college, but the dom/sub stuff was all new to me, hadn’t even spent much time with it as porn. I did a bit of quick, surreptitious phone research on the train home, and decided just to go for it when I next saw her.
So, the scene set, I come in the door to my flat, dump my bags in the hallway and almost sprint up the stairs to the bedroom expecting . . . I don’t really know what. And Beth is there putting on her dance outfit – its Thursday night and I’d forgotten. She looked fantastic though, in black bra and panties, tights and black high heels. She was holding a strapless green dress, bright red lipstick. I don’t say anything but just go over and grab her, pull her to me and kiss her hard, sliding my hand against her and rubbing her through her panties. She kisses me back at first and then kind of pulls away and says with a sort of goofy smile “where the hell is this coming from? Get off me! I have to go, I’ll be late.”
I respond “You’ll go when I say you can go”, and I push her down on the bed and climb on top of her and pull her bra down and kiss her breasts and then my other hand is in her hair, holding her head back as I kiss her neck and ear. She is struggling though, which isn’t the reaction I expect and I immediately let go. Beth pushes me off and her face is furious and she is shouting “what the hell, who do you think you are?” and it suddenly, horrifyingly dawns on me that she has no idea what I’m doing.
I manage to stammer something about the message as she is pulling her dress up and she, as I guessed, doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I try show her it on my phone, but she is angry and confused and won’t look at it, asking me over and over what I was doing, what message, she didn’t send a message. And in that moment I just know it’s fucking Chloe fucking me about. I say so. “Chloe! There was a message that you wanted me to to . . . Chloe. Fuck.”
She won’t hear it though, and is dressed and gone, storming out the door, slamming it behind her. I’m thinking I’m in really deep shit here – what I just did is basically sexual assault. I text her an apology, but silence. I do what you do when you fuck up in a relationship – I clean the flat, get flowers and basically try and mitigate the coming storm, hoping that I still have a girlfriend. I sit anxiously.
Two hours later, I get a text back. “It was Chloe. She thinks it’s funny.” I’m thinking that I fucking knew it, but I text back my apologies again. About 20 minutes later another message. “Tell me what u want to do to me.” I respond “No way. I’m not falling for that again. Fuck you Chloe,” The message comes back “This is Beth, seriously, what do you want to do to me. Tell me.” I send her the Admiral Akbar “Its a trap meme”, and she responds “Srsly Jay, tell me.”
So I give in. I tell her that when she gets back she’ll have to dance for me, and if she doesn’t please me I’ll spank her and fuck her mouth until I’m satisfied. I figured I might as well just go for it at this point. I don’t get a response. Another two hours pass.
I’m in the bedroom when Beth finally comes back, sitting up on the bed. I have no idea how this is going to go – for all I know, Chloe has fucked us both around again and she has no idea what I said. But I hear her come up the stairs and into the bedroom. She still looks great, a bit flushed from the dancing, and I think she’d had a couple of drinks for nerves, but coherent and hot.
She kind of stands there in doorway, and I gesture her in and she won’t look directly at me and then she finally says “what do you want me to do, sir?”
And I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. I’m hard just remembering it. And I tell her to dance for me, and she puts on Nine Inch Nails, Closer (which, I know it’s a cliché, but man it worked a charm).
Now that’s quite a long song, and she danced awkwardly at first, but with increasing confidence as she stepped out of her clothes, leaving just her heels on. Occasionally I would order her to do something, like squeeze her breasts or show me her ass, but mostly I just watched as she grew in confidence, and by the end she was standing with one foot on the bed, slowly rubbing her clit and squeezing her breast and biting her lip, and she looks absolutely gorgeous. I tell her to come over to me and bend down and she does, and I kiss her and slide my fingers into her and honestly I have never, ever seen a woman as wet as she was right then – it was trickling down her thighs.
I have my cock out already, and its hard as a rock and I just push her head down on it and she goes at it hard, licking, sucking, deepthroat, all as I’m sawing my fingers in and out of her and she’s literally dripping onto the carpet. She doesn’t do blowjobs remember, but this one is amazing, among the best I ever had, and I just can’t help myself and suddenly I cum hard in her mouth and she chokes a bit, and spills some, but then throws her head back, looks me in the eye, and swallows, which she has never ever done before.
I’m so aroused that I’m still as hard as I ever was, and I put my hand on her head and make her clean the spillage with her tongue, which she does enthusiastically as I tell her that she’s been bad for spilling it and has to be punished. And as she’s licking I’m still fingering her and she cums right then, legs shaking and moaning, and then looks up at me and says “I’m a bad girl. Do anything you want to me Sir. Anything.”
And I stand up and throw her on the bed and start spanking her, hard, which we’ve done, but never like this, but she is howling and begging for more and for me to tell her she is a bad slut who must be punished. “yes Sir. Spank me sir! Spank your dirty slut.”
Before long her cheeks are bright red and I use silk neckties to tie her hands behind her back. I stroke her bruised bottom and she hisses in pain and excitement and then I put two fingers in her cunt and one in her arse and begin to finger-fuck her really hard from behind, and she’s actually miaowing at this point, and she’s still so soaking that I am sticky to the wrist. “Oh fuck! Fuck my slutty holes sir! Punish me with your fingers.”
She cums again I think. but she’s not even using words, just growling and yelping. And I’m hard again and put her knees, face down just throwing her around, and push myself inside her from behind. And I take a handful of her hair and pull her head up and start fucking her really hard. I mean really hard,
and she’s just flopping around and gasping and shaking, but still obviously very happy with proceedings, and she quite quickly gives a loud cry and falls down onto the bed, thrashing and gasping and crying and I ask if she’s ok and she just rolls over and opens her legs.
I bend down and begin to eat her out and she’s thrashing because it’s so sensitive, but she’s still tied up and I’m basically drowning down there and when I’m ready I pull myself up and enter her and I’m fucking this sticky mess of a woman whose absolutely writhing under me, but more slowly and carefully, taking my time. Enjoying every minute, every sweaty inch.
And she leans into my ear and whispers “choke me sir. Please.” We’ve never done that, but to keep her still I put my hand round her throat and squeeze (gently!) until she stops moving and Is just moaning and staring right at me.
While I fuck her, I tell her that from now on in this house she has to earn her clothes. That her body is mine whenever and however I choose to use it. That outside the house she is a queen, but inside she is a filthy wet slut made only for my pleasure and honestly I’m just saying things I think she’ll find hot, but the whole time she is nodding and saying “yes, sir, please, sir, fuck me, sir” and then she says ““Give . . . Me . . . Your . . . Cum . . . Sir! Please!”
And start to fuck her faster, holding her by her neck, hands tied behind her back. Her begging me for my cum. Cum she’d apparently hated as of this morning. And eventually I do, firing it all over her tits and chest, sitting astride my suddenly very subby, sweaty and flushed girlfriend who has never looked more beautiful.
We lie there tangled together for what feels like hours, talking about what just happened. She basically says that it was the best sex of her life, she felt no sex guilt from her religious childhood for the first time, and that while she was out she’d done research on her phone, and would like to try being my sub in a free use arrangement from then on. I didn’t really know what that was, but I was respectful and reassuring and of course readily agreed.
It was just a sexual thing, not a lifestyle one – I didn’t control what she wore or who she saw (including Chloe, who never explained herself properly for doing this to us), or how she spent money (I’m not interested in that stuff anyway – accountancy not a turn on for me), and when she was at work, with family or other friends this is all hidden. We set rules – no third parties, safe words, no watersports, etc etc. But in the house, she was to be my willing sex slave. Then we had a shower together, where she came, again.
If you guys liked this story I can share more about what we did from then on – it got very adventurous. The full free use stuff lasted about six weeks, in which time she wore very little and got fucked over and over and over, until eventually life took its toll and we just didn’t have the time and energy to sustain it.
We settled back into two or three times a week, but each time it would be full-blown D/s sex – she’d initiate by greeting me naked on her knees, calling me sir, and letting me fuck her mouth and then I would take the lead from there. Afterwards we’d cuddle and talk about life stuff – there is something about a really good fuck that leads to really good conversations.
If you liked this story let me know, here or in the DMs. I’m always looking for good people for swapping stories, dirty chat or DPP roleplaying. If you are a former RP partner who recognises the story, especially from an account I lost access to in 2019, please do get in touch. If you are Beth, I hope life is treating you well these days, and if you are Chloe then fuck you, but thank you.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s2joai/the_time_my_gfs_best_friend_turned_me_into_a_free
Great story, share more!