Freedom from Freedom (Femdom)

As my friend’s birthday was coming up, I was all but pacing around my room trying to come up with the perfect present. She was an erotic writer, and an obvious fan of BDSM, so I was thinking about buying her something like a toy or maybe even a pair of handcuffs? No. That won’t do. Whatever I could think to buy her, she probably already have. Whether it’s chains or toys or handcuffs. And it’s not like I could send a picture of something and ask if she already has it. No, this close to her birthday, she’ll immediately catch on and the whole surprise will be spoiled. But what CAN I do?? I want to get her something meaningful to show her how much I appreciate her. The perfect gift for the perfect human. I suddenly froze. The perfect gift… but that’s easy. I already have a perfect gift to give her. Something she’s always talked about, and I don’t even need to spend a cent. All it takes… is… courage. I know what I have to do. The problem is… I’m not sure I have the balls to do it. In theory it seems simple enough: Go to her house, and just give it to her. But it’s a big gift to give from someone like me. And I’m not even sure how she’ll take it. What if she doesn’t like it? What if it’s too much?? What if… what if she resents me for it? No. No, that’s stupid. She wouldn’t resent me for something like that. She might not accept the gift, but she’d see the intention, and the appreciation I meant to show. And if she does accept it… who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun…

I took a breath and gathered my bearings. I spent the remaining days mentally preparing myself for her birthday. I also did a lot of research into BDSM and everything about it, improving on my gift with every new thing I learned. And on that fateful day, I arrived at her doorstep with a sealed envelope in hand, whose contents were so much more than they may seem.

I knocked on the door and my heart was in my throat as I handed her the letter.

Me: “Happy Birthday, Heather”

She was confused by my nervous disposition, but when she opened the letter and read the contents, she was taken aback by shock.

“I, Alan Crimson, officially consent to becoming a devoted BDSM Submissive to Heather Johnsson for a minimum of 365 days starting January 4th, 2020(The day after her birthday),during which she can do to me whatever she wants, and I solemnly vow to go along with everything she wants. However, I also keep my right to safeword and all that it entails”

Her grip tightened on the sides of the contract as she read it. I had already signed the bottom of the contract, so all that remained was her signature. I was visibly shaking as I tried to read her expression. She began to smile but her body was so stiff, I worried she might take it the wrong way. Then she folded the letter and looked me dead in the eye, her expression was firm and serious.

Heather: “Are you absolutely 100% sure you want to do this?”

Her voice was shaking but clear. I nodded.

Me: “100%”

She smiled and gave me a hug. It was tight, but nice. She lead me into her living room and sat me down on the couch. I was a nervous wreck as she signed the contract, seemingly with no care in the world.

Then she proceeded to straddle my lap, facing me as she pulled my head into her chest. I’d be lying big-time if I said I didn’t enjoy her embrace. Her boobs were perfectly large and well rounded, supple and delicious. I put a hand on her hips and she began gyrating them, stimulating my crotch as she rubbed against it. Our heavy breathing intensified as she grabbed my arms, and spread them apart, resting them on the back of the couch. Her expression told me to keep them there until further instruction as she caressed my body. Her gyrating hips drove me insane as I began jumping her, and she forcefully grabbed me by the sides of my head and practically raped my mouth with her tongue. Not being allowed to pleasure her back, or even touch her, was a handicap I did not welcome, but it was a powerful reminder of her dominion over me. She stopped as I was on the brink of drowning in euphoria, and grabbed me firmly by my jaw.

Heather: “I’m going to the bedroom. Wait a few seconds, then come after me. Leave your clothes on the couch”

She got up and headed for the door across the room, brining the newly signed contract with her.

Heather: “…All of them”

When she left the room, it began to feel infinitely bigger. She wanted me to wait?? How could she expect me to wait?? How long did she expect me to wait?? I had so many questions and they all revolved around her. She’s been my Mistress for not even five minutes and she’s already all I could think about. Her breath, her touch, that beautiful, tight body. Hell, even the way she moved was getting me hotter than the fourth of July. This is long enough. I hot up and dropped my pants, my underpants came down with it. Then I practically tore off my t-shirt and boom: fully naked, just how she wanted me. My rock-hard cock, bounced in tune with my steps as I wandered across the room, to the door. I stopped. This was her bedroom, but… to me it had become more than that. Her occupation of my mind was more than an interest, more than some empty obsession. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like I was entering a church. A church… or lust. A church of domination in which I am hers to do with as she chooses. To follow her every whim and wish. To be tied up, chained down and entrapped however she wills it, all for her own enjoyment and pleasure, and in a way, that was the most freeing feeling I’d felt in years. Freedom from free will, freedom from doubt, and pride, and all the pains of being independent. To put it simply, Freedom from Freedom. And the thought was getting me harder than a rock. I knocked on the door, though I’m not sure why, and when she opened, she did so wearing a tasteful white Chantily Lace Bustier, and an aqua blue silk dress. She carried a black leather collar, but it looked and felt more like a corset when she put it on me, as it fixed my head in place. She led me inside and closed the door.

I was now inside of her Church.

I was now Free from Freedom…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i0h83d/freedom_from_freedom_femdom