“Turn around and face the other way” Freya commanded softly, then delivered the order again with a little more authority. In order for this to work Freya knew she needed to embrace the sadistic, controlling streak that lay within her. It wasn’t going to be easy, this was so far from normal, or anything she’d ever considered previously. She was a middle-aged mother who had been faithful to her husband since they’d first got together over 20 years ago. Her sexual experiences with women were non-existent outside the odd fantasy… and now everything was about to change.
Mali did as she was told, her only hesitation arising from the fact she was standing blindfolded in a strange room and was frightened of falling over. Yes, she was nervous… nervous as hell but she wanted this so badly. No it was more than that, she needed this to happen – her mental health was struggling and her self esteem non-existent after yet another relationship had ended so brutally. This she knew could be the reset she needed, a chance to truly be taken to rock bottom in order to build herself back up. Yes, in part it was about sex but it was about so much more… a safe, compartmentalised way to totally release her body and soul to be utterly humiliated, degraded and objectified. She trusted Freya and Seth implicitly, she had to, for doing so was the only way she could truly begin to heal.
“Hold your arms out and bend over, you’ll find the end of the bedframe to hold onto”
Freya watched as Mali bent slowly over and reached out for the rail at the foot of the bed. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know that Seth too was nervously excited by the evening’s proceedings so far and the promise of what lay ahead for his wife and their friend. “Move your legs wider apart” Freya ordered, surprising herself as she realised she wanted this inspection to be intimately thorough. Mali’s bottom was wide and far from pert but with her feet splayed and bent right over her hairy pussy could now be seen. Mali’s lips were hidden by a mat of damp pubic hair, betraying her body’s visceral excitement. No matter thought Freya to herself, there’ll be time enough to change that view over the coming months, and then she took a moment to pause realising that she’d just mentally fully committed to her new role as Mali’s twisted therapist.
A week ago when Mali had last visited their home for them to collectively to decide whether to proceed or not, Freya and Seth had both still been conflicted. What would it mean for them as a couple; how would they manage the practicalities? how would they find the right head space to do this amid demanding jobs, family and everyday stresses? Ultimately though they’d agreed to accept the proposition – maybe it would help spice things up for them, how could it not? Maybe having someone to take out their frustrations on once a week for the next 6 months would be cathartic for them too? The discussion around limits had undeniably been embarrassing, although helped by Mali’s resolute commitment and the ability for all to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. The issue of consent too had been a source of much discussion. Freya and Seth had again urged caution but Mali was unmoveable. From the moment she walked through the door she was to be theirs, the very act of entering the house every week – a physical confirmation that she had waived all rights.
Mali had insisted that there must be no safe word – the time of each session being the only limiting factor in that regard. Her body (and in turn a significant portion of her soul) was to be theirs, both when with them and between visits – appearance, clothing, marks and behaviour were all theirs to choose should they so wish. The only limits… a minimum six month trial period, nothing illegal, no permanent markings, piercings or tattoos that might be seen by anyone other than intimate partners, and no using her to give direct physical pleasure back to either of them. Mali didn’t want to have a sexual value, rather she was there purely to feed and fuel Freya and Seth’s own desires with each other… a sordid stress toy leaving them unencumbered and uninhibited to devour each other while she could only listen or watch after they’d taken their sadistic pleasures out on her.
Seth and Freya, having discussed it already and reticent that this experiment could backfire or cause jealousy, in turn added that Freya would be the main protagonist with Seth in a supporting to role to watch, film, and guide proceedings if and when Freya looked for direction.
And then came the final request as Mali left, a request quietly asked for, knowing that with consent already given and accepted, it was to be her final ask of them… “I want my pussy to be ruined. I don’t know why but I just do. I’m too old to have children and I’m done with men. Should I find someone in the future they’ll need to accept me as I truly am and truly want to be.”
“What exactly do you mean?” questioned a slightly puzzled Freya.
“I want my pussy to be as used and abused as possible” replied Mali “I’m never going to give birth, I’ve had sex for 30 years with scores of men and ultimately its only ever brought fleeting pleasure. I’m done with normal, I’m done with society’s and men’s expectations of me and what a woman should be.”
“I want my pussy to be gloriously ruined, how that happens is up to you guys but I need it to become as ugly as possible. I can’t explain why, all I know is that I won’t regret it so please, please stretch me to my very limits, leave me hanging permanently open between my legs. I just feel that if I’m to heal as a person somehow a piece of me needs to be broken.”
Parts 1 and 2 are already published, so be sure to read them if you enjoyed this one. Part 4 to follow soon, Let me know if you’re enjoying the story so far.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wxeidw/malis_descent_into_depravity_part_three_fmf_mfdom