“So this is it” Freya thought nervously to herself. “Is it too late to back out of this arrangement?” she silently questioned. Here she was, almost shaking with nerves, apprehensive yet somehow sadistically excited and, she couldn’t deny it, incredibly turned on. She liked control, oh how she liked to be in control, but this was a whole new level – here in front of her stood one of her oldest friends, utterly exposed, vulnerable and seemingly craving to be used and abused as she, Freya, saw fit.
Where to even begin. Well, there was no rush. Maybe she should start by having a closer look, would an inspection be the way to go? Freya looked to her husband Seth seated in the corner of the room. He nodded encouragingly, here only to watch, support and enjoy. Freya turned back to Mali and took all of her in… maybe five foot five in height, long dyed-brown hair but with the grey of age fighting through at the roots, a round face half obscured by the blindfold, large sagging breasts with long pink nipples which for a fleeting moment reminded Freya of wild raspberries, a flabby, out of shape stomach, a thick thatch of greying pubic hair at the top of her legs that spread across the tops of her thick thighs and short dumpy legs covered in downy brown hair.
Mali was no model, no pornstar. No, here was a real middle-aged woman in all her natural glory who it seemed had taken the order issued a couple of weeks ago not to shave, wax or trim herself up seriously. It was a fact that helped reassure Freya that this was indeed what Mali desperately wanted, that the consent given both verbally and written down was given honestly. Here indeed was a woman truly looking to be degraded, humiliated and taken into the depths of submissive sexual depravity – from a highly intellectual career woman to a broken plaything purely for the amusement of trusted others.
The consent had been sought before the order of course. The decision to ask for it and proceed with this whole crazy scenario had finally been settled on two weeks after Mali’s original drunken proposition and a week after she had followed it up with a sober plea over the phone to consider it seriously. Freya and Seth had had a very rare night away at a hotel following a business awards dinner – fuelled by champagne, a luxurious hotel room and a shower that comfortably accommodated two without either getting cold they’d made love. As he often did Seth talked dirty to Freya as he thrust inside her… usually detailing the sordid things he’d do to her if only not for reality. This time though he spoke of Mali’s proposition, the two of them then taking it as a starting point before trading scenarios as they fucked. Scenarios that took them down a rabbit hole of filthy thoughts and suggestions until the realisation that this time fantasy could actually become reality.
Part three to follow… sometime.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wwmm8z/malis_descent_into_depravity_part_two_fmf_mfdom