A lot can change in a month. Just a few weeks ago sex had been something of a once a week or fortnight affair with her husband of 25 years, an hour or so of love-making late at night.. intense, fun and often tinged with kink and submission. But this was something Freya hadn’t ever imagined or anticipated – a woman stood before her, stripped naked, blindfolded and utterly vulnerable, waiting to be used however she saw fit.
The journey to this pivotal moment had started a few weeks ago when a devastated Mali had called asking to come round one wet, winter evening, her relationship having just abruptly ended after discovering the man she had loved, trusted and worshipped had been living a lie… unbeknownst to her, dividing his time between her and the mother of his youngest child – a women he claimed to have long since left.
Working her way through a bottle of wine Mali had poured out her soul to Freya and her husband Seth, her closest friends since all meeting at university in the mid-90s. Eventually the conversation turned to love lives, with an increasingly drunken Mali having moved through grief-stricken tears, on into anger and through to questioning how her needs were ever going to be met in future as she got towards the end of the first bottle of Malbec… “Who is going to find this short, overweight, middle-aged train-wreck of a woman attractive?” “Who’s going to take the time to get to know me?” “How am I going to find someone I can really trust after being betrayed again?” “I have needs, you guys know… don’t you?”
Opening a second bottle Mali proceeded to tell Freya and Seth in some detail about her need to be dominated in her relationships, the inner conflict of being a feminist, a free-spirit who had foregone the chance to be a mother in order to travel the world and now build a successful career in banking. Not quite matching Mali’s rate of drinking but with their tongues loosened too by the wine and the warmth emanating from the log burner, Freya and Seth spoke too of their sex life – how it had started with an intense sub/dom dynamic that had lessened over the years as children, work and life got in the way but no still manifested itself on occasion when time and tiredness permitted.
That was when Mali had made her drunken proposition… “What if you guys were to – no, sorry, I shouldn’t say this. Oh, who gives a fuck.. I’m drunk and dumped. I need to be used. I need my body and soul to be broken like my heart – it’d be cath.., what’s the word… cathartic.”
“I love you guys, you’ve always been there for me… and I totally trust you. I know you’d find it fun Freya, I know you’d like to take out all your frustrations on me. Imagine having someone utterly helpless and yours to do with as you chose…”
That had been four weeks ago – Mali’s proposition that night gently declined by Freya and Seth, both concerned over her drunkenness and frail state. But it had planted a seed in all three and while Mali had called a week later to apologise for inflicting them with her woes she had once again, this time very sober, reiterated her need and increasing desire to become their masochistic plaything.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wvndis/malis_descent_into_depravity_part_one_fmf_mfdom
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