Based on the title, I think It’s obvious what it’s about. Now, this all happened back in 2015, a month or two after the first 50 shades of grey movie came out, and a hubby and I were getting ready to move to Canada as a married couple. We had been officially married for close to two months, and everything was amazing. I had bonded with my inlaws, Hubby and I were next to inseparable, and our sex life was very healthy. However, my mother-in-law seemed to take note of our sex life, from likely overhearing us getting wild. Then one day, when Hubby and my father-in-law went out golfing. My mother-in-law approached me while I was finishing up some immigration documents and handed me a booklet of paper. Now at this point, Hubby and I had seen fifty shades of grey. However, I never expected my mother-in-law had as well, as she handed me what was a free use contract that she and my father-in-law had each signed.
More or less, after flipping through the pages, I learned just how kinky my mother-in-law was, and I asked why she was showing me this. Her main reasoning was to give me something to think about and that it might be a fun romantic gesture for my Hubby and me to do. However, it would also secretly help me discover more of his kinks. Anyway, after that happened, I brought the concept up with Hubby, and he seemed slightly shocked at the idea but said he’d be down to try it. The only catch was that I had to write it up, and then we’d set a location. Needless to say, having the freedom to research every possible aspect of sex and willy nilly throwing it all onto a piece of paper, along with our vows, promises, and other romantic stuff, ended up making it close to 40 pages long. It took about two weeks to finish, but I remember sending Hubby the text message saying, “It’s done.” That was the code phrase. After that, he didn’t reply for an hour or so, and when he did, his response was just an address and for me to meet him there.
The mystery location made me anxious but extremely excited as I slipped on what I’d consider a professional-looking dress, some heels, did my makeup and wore his favourite perfume. I had a taxi pick me up since Hubby had his car, and I wouldn’t have to drive back, but the whole ride there, I clutched the naughty contract in my hands while getting increasingly turned on, while imagining being caught with it. When I inevitably arrived, the location was an office building for sale that the company Hubby worked for was trying to sell. Initially, I thought it was odd, yet there was Hubby at the door waiting for me. Helping me out of the taxi, I followed him into this seemingly abandoned structure until we arrived at a conference room with the classic long table in the middle of it. He took a seat at the head of the table, and I took the seat beside him to make sure we could have the coming conversation in the utmost privacy. He didn’t complain as I placed the contract on the table, and his eyes lit up at the mere sight of it.
Explaining to him the contents and flipping through the pages. The first section was regarding our marriage, our vows, and our journey together. The second was the cute fluff stuff like weekly date nights, cooking together all the cute couple shit. Then finally, all the kinky stuff. I did my best to find every possible fetish that interested me from BDSM, impact play, ice play, oil play, public play, toys, spankings, cum fetishes, blowjobs, anal, sex in general, and basically my openness to provide all of this for him. In return for him being free use to me for select categories, which did need some alterations because again, I just put everything in there and let him pick what he’d be okay with. Overall it took close to 4 hours to finish it, and he seemed to like on the last page how there was a signature spot for a dom and a sub; I’m the sub, of course, but only to him.
Now truthfully, it was getting close to getting dark out, and the office space was being invaded with shadows that I thought we’d just go home. Only as I went to pull the contract off the table, Hubby put his hand on it and looked me dead in the eyes and told me to bend over the table. I was nervous but excited since Hubby was already cashing in on our agreement. Thankfully, not wearing panties paid off as he hiked up my dress, wrapped my hair around his fist and fucked me like the dominant beast I know him as. The dirty talk was also amazing as I kept calling myself his little slut, and everything from being spanked to him teasing my bootyhole with his finger while pounding me was incredible. The best part, though, was when he asked me who owned me, and I moaned, “you do, daddy, I’m your property and no one else’s.” to which he called me a good girl then ordered me to cum. Something about hearing those words together was like a trigger as I failed to resist my orgasm any longer and squirted like an early 2000’s super soaker. It was incredible, and as his final act of claiming me as his, he filled me with his cum, which started dripping out of me. At the same time, he carried my tired body out of the building and placed me in the car before getting in himself.
I honestly can’t say what it was, but I couldn’t help but be really giddy the whole way home. I couldn’t take my eyes off the man sitting beside me and simultaneously playing with his seed dripping out of me. Still, I knew it had something to do with the contract and how our signatures meant more than just the words that were in the contract. They resembled our trust for each other and that there’d be no more restrictions by any physical means, and that we each “owned” the other’s body in every sexual scenario going forward. That being said, as I write this, I can’t stress this enough to anyone reading, but don’t enter into a free use contract unless you’re 100% ride or die for your partner because it does have the potential to be messy. Seeing as it’s still a contract, always put in a clause that dissolves the contract upon break up or divorce.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qm68rw/mf_my_freeuse_contract
very interesting