This is the continuation of the story which started when my ex-girlfriend Beth and I were the victims of a mean prank by her best friend which awakened our complimentary dominant and submissive tendencies. You can read [Part One here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s2joai/the_time_my_gfs_best_friend_turned_me_into_a_free/) and [Part Two here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s3dejc/the_accidental_free_use_dom_day_one_part_2_mf/).
*I should warn that this story contains some mild consent play. This was agreed in advance, and done with great care. Do not attempt this without thoroughly discussing it with your partner first.*
For the week that followed Part 2 we were almost literally inseparable. We would wake up kissing and touching each other, shower together slippery and wet, fingers straying all over inside and out. If we went out for a walk or to a meal or to see friends the sexual tension was think between us, stroking and teasing each other the whole time. It made everyone else very uncomfortable, but we didn’t notice. I went for a drink with my friend Sam, who complained about his fiancée nagging him and I said he should just tell her to “shut up and take her panties off”. Turns out their relationship was in a different place, and it didn’t go well for him. Though we had a ban on playing in our (separate) work places, our working days were punctuated with filthy text messages and voicemails which for me at least required constant trips to the toilets. My bosses were concerned.
And every time, as soon as she got home from anywhere, she stripped all her clothes off, leaving a crumpled trail from the door to wherever the panties ended up. She suddenly loved to be naked, luxuriated in. it. I caught her preening in mirrors and touching herself to her own reflection. She was always a very attractive woman, but she’d never been sexier to me. We only actually had sex once or sometimes twice a day – it was a lot more fun to tease each other knowing it was always there – fingering as we passed in the corridor, a quick blowjob on the sofa, saving up our energies for the evenings when we would experiment wildly.
We discovered that she liked ass play, but not anal. That she loved spankings, but nothing harsh to her breasts. That she came readily from clitoral stimulation, but much less easily from vaginal. That I couldn’t always reliably cum twice the way I had the first night, and it was sometimes better to store up our reserves.
So a week in, she prepared to go back to her dance class with Chloe, who had started all this, was the only one of our friends Beth had told, and who kept up a constant stream of demands for graphic updates and slut-shamey jokes over text. Chloe was a bitch. Anyway, Beth was putting on clothes for once, and I said “How about we just watch a TV show tonight and get some sleep?” I know, I know. But I was basically ejaculating dust at this point, we were both getting a bit sore, and she was going to be tired after dancing. She cocked her head to one side, said “Sure.” And kissed me goodbye.
And I was in the position you get in, you guys know it, where you are both very tired and incredibly turned on. So I had a wank and a sandwich, tidied up a bit and watched something on telly (Sons of Anarchy I think). About four hours later Beth comes back in and I meet her at the door and kiss her. She’s had a few, she always did with Chloe, and started taking her clothes off, dripping them up the stairs while I went to clean up the kitchen.
Then there is a call “Jaaay! Can you come up here?” I honestly thought she’d found a spider. I climbed the stairs a little wearily, and opened the door to find my girlfriend, wearing nothing but black heels and a black choker, on her knees on the carpet once again. “Please sir, fuck me sir.”
Now this was of course hotter than the sun. But I’d basically spent the last week forcing my guys to run manoeuvres, given them a thorough work out an hour before, and now here they were being called to action again, and as much as I wanted them to, they just couldn’t do it. So I focused on her, kissing her body, groping and caressing it. But it wasn’t enough “Fuck me in my mouth Sir.”
“Not yet.” “Please Sir, please fill my mouth with your big dick. Please sir, choke me with it.” “No kitten, you first.” “Oh Sir”, she whined brattily, “Please fuck my mouth sir.” I did what any upstanding man who has jerked off right before unexpectedly getting an offer of sex does. I improvised. I snatched her thong from the carpet, wet from her excitement and sweaty from the dance class, and shoved it in her open mouth.
She looked horrified for a moment, and nearly gagged at first, but kept them in there, looking up at me with big brown eyes. “We’re going to do this my way.” I told her, pulled her to her feet, and pushed her onto the bed. I climbed on top of her, still clothed to hide my resolutely limp cock, and tied her hands to the now permanent ties on the bed frame, then I got two more and tied her legs up so that they were immobile and she. was spreadeagled and gagged, her freshly shaved pussy and flexing asshole on full display to the room. I really wished that I was allowed to take pictures at that point.
I slipped a silk blindfold over her eyes and told her to say “yellow”, our warning safeword. To make sure I could understand her through the gag. I could. “I’m going to break your pussy kitten, with just my tongue. When you want to stop, when you really want to stop, say yellow. I will ignore anything else.” For the record, again, this kind of play had been discussed and confirmed beforehand, and I was listening and watching carefully throughout for signs of distress. If thought there was a problem or heard a “yellow” warning (or “red”, our emergency signal), I would have stopped immediately, but we were now entering territory where no didn’t necessarily mean no, and the safeword confirmed that we both understood that.
Then I kissed down her trapped body, her neck, her breasts, her stomach and thighs. I took my time, kissing her trapped fingers and toes, teasing her, tapping her in mock smacks which made her gasp without hurting, the. blindfold meaning she never knew where I was coming from next, until eventually I put my mouth on her pussy, kissing it gently at first, opening it up to the room gradually, tracing the outlines of her labia and vagina before locating her swollen and excited clit at the top and flickering my tongue slowly over it.
She was moaning and gasping, and I began to lick in a figure of eight over her completely helpless pussy, timing myself with an eight-beat rhythm of increasing frequency. I ate her pussy a lot – I like it and I am good at it, and I knew just how to get her off. I increased the tempo, pushing her harder, her moans and groans coming loudly through the gag. I put. My hands on her ass, pushing her pussy up to my mouth and lying down to bury my face in it, moving firmly yet gently all over her clit, her juices, sticky, tinged with sweat and that taste which will always just be “Beth”, as well as a growing metallic tang which rose and rose until inevitably she orgasmed in my mouth.
Beth could, like any woman, fake them when she had to, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise, but this was no fake, a hard juddering powerful orgasm shooting through her body as I drove her to cum right in my mouth, a flood of coppery tasting liquid. Normally that was where I stopped. I didn’t stop.
Instead I kept going, listening carefully for any sign of safewords. There were words, muffled “Sirs” and “Jays” and “oh my gods” and gasps and squeals, but nothing to cause alarm. And so I continued. Sucking her clit right into my mouth, gently between my teeth and flicking my tongue across it in a fast-moving pattern, still on the eight beat and increasing tempo each time. Beth screamed. “Oh. My. God!” Jay! No Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh my God don’t stop!” We both knew the rules and this was well within it. Her orgasm never fully subsided before the next one threatened to hit her like a train, a faster harder orgasm coming on the back of the first one and her completely unable to stop me (though she could of course stop me with a word).
I kept at it, jaw aching, hands digging into her hips and ass, pulling her most intimate parts into me, forcing her ever onwards as she shuddered and cried and moaned and begged for release without meaning it. This time when she came she soaked the bed beneath her, a spreading wet puddle across the sheets, her arms and legs tugging desperately at the. silk ties, whole body bucking. But still no safeword.
She’s now more liquid than woman, a blubbering, shaking mess as I release her clit and run my tongue in great broad strokes over her vagina, cleaning it up, introducing an off-tempo series of electric shocks straight to her brain each time it brushed against her desperately sensitive clitoris. Each jolt brought a scream, a series of little yelps, high pitched and nearly delirious. Each sweep narrowed until I was back to her clitoris, a series of concentric circles back to the pinpoint centre of her world now, consumed by the fiery sensitivity of her need.
All that escaped her mouth was a thin, desperate reedy shriek, hands and feet rolling and clenching. I kept going, pushing her further and harder and then, just as I was about to stop, when my jaw was desperately aching, she broke one hand free and slammed it. Down on the top of my head, trailing a red and black silk tie. She succeeded in spitting out the gag.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare. Stop.” She says, and grinds her pussy as best she can against my now trapped head with her hips. I stick my tongue out and just go with it as she face-fucks me blindfolded and bound, rolling her hips and thighs, smothering me with her sex, the whole room filled with the smell of Beth’s excitement. I have no choice, as she forces a third orgasm out of me, the hardest and biggest of all, blushes rushing up her sweaty thighs and stomach, across her breasts and face where the blindfold has fallen down and I could have seen those wild brown eyes if I could see anything at all from my position.
But I can’t. I’m trapped there, my face pressed into her pelvis, breathing raggedly through my nose, as she holds me in place as her seemingly endless orgasm judders its way out of her. She is groaning and squealing and twitching and shaking and it is a long few minutes until I can get up, my face sticky and red. Her eyes are closed, her hair and face streaked with sweat as she whispers “Yellow.”
I untie her and she rolls into a foetal position and falls asleep immediately. I cover her with a blanket and do a quick tidy up before slipping in next to her and spooning her all night. About two am we wake up to find that we are lying in a new puddle. She’s having sex dreams in the aftermath of the evening, and leaking freely from her pussy. The has to put on a sanitary towel and panties just to sleep. At six am she wakes me with a blow job as a thank you.
Getting up for work the next day is brutal for her because I kind of did break her vagina: we called it “Opening the Floodgates”. She was so sensitive that the lightest touch on her skin, say her bare arm, makes her pussy twitch and shudder. Even a strong breeze sends signals racing down her spine. Wearing panties is almost unbearable due to the friction. Midway through the working day she tries taking them off so she can concentrate, but ends up leaving a wet spot on her office chair and has to go to the bathroom to very carefully masturbate. That night I help her out with some ice cubes. Things get fun. It takes three days for the effects to subside completely.
I have more stories to come from our adventures and I’ll post them if people want me to. If you like these ones so far, then let me know!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s44dfl/the_accidental_free_use_dom_first_week_part_3_mf