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How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part Two)

6 May 2026 / / 0 Comments

It was Helen and her husband’s first day of free-use, but it was also our first day officially with our second husbands and their new rights over us women. It was decided that the first evening would be about us being claimed as second wives, as well as every man getting to their first fucks with Helen before the evening was out. It was her baptism of fire. It would be a lot of fucking for her, and then we would retire with our second husbands, for their overnight ownership and use.

But before then, we had to eat and we were seated in a restaurant, at a circular table only just big enough to seat the ten of us. Each man had his wife on his right, and his second wife on his left. And the restaurant was busy, so we couldn’t be outrageous. However, the women each made out with each of the men either side of them, alternating as and when, kissing, tongues, and getting covered tits squeezed and played with, and whilst they were making out with one man, the other was masturbating them whilst kissing the woman the other side of him. The women came, god did we cum, but we had to be quiet and discreet, not wanting to draw attention, although the overwhelming smell of female orgasms emanating from our corner of the room was a bit of a giveaway. Silent cumming is hard, and I think all our bodies shook more because we were holding the sound in.

And so, with the men having cummy hands, and the women leaking cum from their slick cunts, we ate, and the food was good. More masturbation and making out before dessert, and we left before coffee, so desperate were the women for cock, and we were so messy between our legs that dignity was holding on by a thread.

The van hadn’t been moving long, heading back to the cottage, and Anna’s husband couldn’t wait any more, so he bent Helen over, her head resting on Tanya’s lap, her tits dragging across Rose’s lap, and I wanked his cock a little to get him hard, before he ploughed in. I viewed it as her first proper unorchestrated free-use. And it was a hard fuck. He wasn’t hitting the spot for her, wasn’t building her orgasm, but Tanya told her whilst he was doing it that it was entirely deliberate, and she would cum when he was good and ready. This was free-use as its best, and he wanted a long fuck. What she wanted didn’t count. She started to understand. This was about him. She was inconsequential. She was used. She was nothing, and the centre of attention at the same time. Free-use is a head fuck at times.

To make it even more of a head fuck, her tits were soon being pawed and groped (by me and Tanya) and Rose’s husband put a drool gag on her, my drool gag, her husband’s idea to emphasise who is in control, as Helen doesn’t like drool and slobber. The poor girl was clearly overwhelmed, but Anna’s husband kept ploughing on, and Tanya and I kept working her tits, as the men’s plan to break her in to free-use was going well.

As we pulled into the village the cottage was near, Anna’s husband adjusted his position to make her start building to orgasm, to make that rubbing count. Just as we pulled on to the drive, Helen started to scream, her cries muffled by the gag, which was already making her drool all over herself and Tanya’s lap.

The van stopped and my husband, who was driving turned round just in time to see her cum really hard, milked by Anna’s husband’s cock and a hand on her clit.

She had no time to recover from that hard orgasm before we unloaded her from the van, her cunt and ass still revealed by her skirt being over her waist, and only once we got her inside did we remove the drool gag. Her husband was right, she didn’t like it, but she realised, once again, that her opinion didn’t matter and the men would do what they wanted. She knew the drool gag would make a reappearance, and she knew she’d have to endure it. It was a good life lesson in free-use. And later, she secretly admitted to me that although she hated it, she was thoroughly turned on by it. Betrayed by her body. And it won’t be the last time.

Rose’s husband, my second husband, was next to fuck Helen, next to claim her body with free-use. He lay her face up on the patio table, had Tanya and Anna hold her feet up over her head, ankles wide apart to reveal her cunt, and then he wanked her for a bit, fucked her with a dildo for a bit and then, after I hardened his cock up in my mouth, he ploughed into her cunt and fucked her hard, her tits snapping back and forth as he drove in, her feet held in place to keep her bent double and opened up for his cock. She was very exposed and the centre of attention as my second husband made her cum three times before he did. After her second cumming, he ushered me across, put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me in to his face, kissing me hard, and then telling me I was next, and he wouldn’t be so gentle. I told him to bring it on. He smiled and called me a Good Girl, before slamming into poor Helen’s cunt harder. I wished he was fucking me then, not her, but I knew I was next for that wonderful cock of his.

When she came for the third time, and her cunt clamping made him cum, over and over, there was one man left to claim her, my husband, and he announced he was planning to do exactly what I expected him to do. He’s got a thing about his first fuck with a woman being her asshole rather than her cunt, and here was a perfect opportunity.

But before he could get started, Anna’s and Helen’s husbands had a surprise for my husband. Helen’s husband presented his wife with her tiniest pair of panties, a miniscule black lacy thong which happened to be her favourite pair she ever owned. Anna’s husband told her to put them on, so that my husband can fuck her whilst she is wearing them. Helen had commented to Anna’s husband about how she didn’t want to be the only woman in the free-use group without her signed panties from the first time they fucked in my husband’s collection. This solved the issue, he’d get his signed panties.

Once Helen put the panties on, everyone (men and women) took turns to masturbate her, making her cum a number of times into those panties, Tanya’s husband even made her squirt a bit, something she previously hasn’t done much of, all into her tiny panties. Once they were sopping enough, my husband got Tanya and Anna to pull Helen’s feet further over and wider apart than they had been for Rose’s husband, lifting her ass off the table and exposing it more.

My husband moved her panties aside to expose her ass pucker and beautiful dripping cunt (although the panties weren’t really big enough to cover anything), he put a small pillow under her lower back to make her comfortable, and then spent a while just looking, drinking in her exposure, really emphasising the exposure in her head, her tiny panties moved aside, and trash talking to her about how pretty her starfish was and how he was going to destroy it. You could see her nipples get even bigger, you could see her clit break cover from its hood, the signs her body was turned on, and as he started lubing her asshole, Rose started wanking and lubing his cock. The lubing seemed to take for ever, making her wait, making her asshole wait, until she felt his glans press against her asshole.

Helen was a seasoned anal slut, so in no time, her asshole sucked his glans in, welcoming its invader with some moans from Helen. Rose applied a bit more lube and my husband pushed in, steady but firm, and in no time was balls deep in her asshole. And then he started a firm, steady rhythm, fully in, to out up to the glans, then fully in again, firm slowly turning into slams. He got huge, she got loud, neither of them showed any signs of cumming. Rose relubed over and over, as Helen’s anal ordeal lasted nearly an hour, nearly an hour of rhythmic pounds, until they both came, Helen from anal penetration alone.

My husband removed Helen’s panties, roughly and demeaningly wiping her cunt with her tiny panties, and then pocketed them. He’d get her to sign them later, but for now, they were both happy that Helen’s panties would be up there with the rest of them.

Helen was exhausted, happy, claimed by all four men. She’d been cunt fucked and ass fucked, Carla’s big dildo and my drool gag was used on her too. It was quite a night, and it was not yet over, as the men all had to claim their second wives for the night, with each of us being the exclusive property of our second husbands, to be used as they wanted. Even though we were exhausted, and pretty cummed out, we knew we’d get used, we knew we’d be made to cum yet again. Helen’s free-use education continues.

Two Years On (Part Two)

19 April 2026 / / 3 Comments

The free-use men had decided they wanted allocated second wives with additional fucking rights, to move the free-use on to another level. The plan, which had been modified by Rose and Tanya’s husband to include Helen and her husband, was put to the women to agree. We decided we ultimately would agree, but we decided to push for more, decided that we wanted more. Our price for the second wife plan was to further increase the number of men available to fuck us. Tanya was the main driver of this, wanting her average 2½ fucks per day to be more like 4. And to think she’s the one we thought was most likely to drop out of the free-use group. Not any more!

The reality of the situation is that the men we have can’t fuck us more. They do amazingly well, and their use of softer cocks for non-orgasmic penetration is inspired, and really helps to increase the feeling of use, but there is no more left in the tank for hard cock heavily cumming fucks. So, us women floated the idea of associate members, men who are without women themselves and who would have free-use rights over us. They are a second tier (but still have the right to interrupt a man fucking his own wife), and because they are without their own women, we hoped they would fuck us hard and often.

The men certainly weren’t against the idea, and in fact, Rose’s husband reminded us of a couple of other discussions we had previously had that would fit the associate member bill, only this time, they were women.

The first was 19 year old Ella, the one from our Christmas party, the one my husband has already fucked a number of times over Christmas, as have Anna and I. She loves sex, but not relationships, and boy is she a great fuck. After that Christmas session, she offered, perhaps once a month, to waitress for one of our evening soirees with all of us and be available for free-use at that event, wearing her tiny waitress outfit from Christmas. Then, perhaps also once a month, making herself available for a day of free-use. She’s a busy hard-working student who wants a good grade, so is unable to commit to a more full-time free-use arrangement. The men loved the idea of nubile young flesh, the women not so much, but as I pointed out, we either like the associate member idea or we don’t, we can’t pick and choose.

Last year, we only made a small change to the free-use. We introduced a monthly men’s night and a women’s night (on the same night). For the women’s night, three of the four women were together, and we would spend the evening having sex with each other, with the only rule that we had to have the same number of orgasms as each other (and at least the number the men rolled on a die) and we weren’t allowed to work on our own bodies, only the other women.

The fourth woman (on rotation) had an entirely different night ahead. She was at the men’s night, restrained, gagged with my ball gag, and free for the men to do whatever they wanted with. A kind of tied-up mini gang bang really.

I only mention this because as part of the Ella plan, I suggested we grant another men’s night and women’s night once a month, but this time, once every month, Ella is the one restrained and gagged, whilst all 5 of us women give each other orgasms, and Ella should be invited to our other women’s night, so while one of the wives was the one restrained, Ella would join the other four for the orgasms.

The other woman on offer was somewhat more practical. Rose was going away for about eight weeks in the summer, and her oldest friend Poppy had offered to come to look after Rose’s husband, “to do everything Rose did for him.” Her husband took that to mean sex too, Rose assumed not, but it turned out she did mean sex, so, Rose told her sex would mean having to do the free-use thing with the other men several times a day, as well as fucking her husband, doing the women’s night and a men’s night too. Poppy quite simply said that if Rose normally did it, she would too. Rose actually felt quite exposed telling such an old and dear friend so many details about her free-use, but she knew it had to be done, she knew she had to get Poppy into the free-use community when Rose was away.

Having agreed to the associate members of both sexes, the men introduced one final thing to the discussion, Submissive Sodomy. I’ve mentioned it a lot recently, I get sodomised every day to keep me in that submissive head space I need, that sodomy where I don’t cum, where I need to not be allowed to cum. By definition, Free-Use is submissive, and Rose and Anna have been feeling it for a while, and even Tanya, until recently resistant to the idea of being submissive, has finally accepted it. After discussion between my husband and Rose’s, her husband decided a while back to sodomise her in the same way as I get it. And seeing the effect it has on me and Rose, Anna decided she wanted it from time to time. Now, only Tanya never has it. The suggestion was all five of us women should have it every day, should be sodomised without cumming first thing every day. Anna agreed without hesitation, but Tanya objected, only agreeing once it was pointed out that she’d get the extra sex she required if she just agreed to be sodomised daily. I think the sodomy will do her good anyway, even if she doesn’t believe it right now.

So, the whole package, the second wives, the submissive sodomy, Helen and her husband, Poppy including free-use and a men’s night, Ella and the second men’s night (and women’s night, waitressing and two twelve hour free-use sessions a month rather than one), and three as yet unidentified men, was approved, to begin on our second free-use anniversary. Assuming Helen and her husband, Poppy and Ella all agreed, you understand.

Tanya and I went over to see Helen almost immediately. She was ridiculously excited and agreed right away, to everything, even the submissive sodomy which her husband thought would be good for her, and her husband agreed to the whole package by phone right then and in person the following morning. Whilst we were doing that, Rose rang Poppy, and they agreed the whole swapping places thing, including the free-use, the submissive sodomy and everything else that went with it. And Anna went and found Ella, studying, and persuaded her to do the extras from her initial offer, one group evening, one men’s night, one women’s night and at least two twelve hour free-use sessions a month, and trying her luck, she threw in a couple of unrelated submissive sodomy sessions too. Ella said yes. To all of it.

So, with everyone agreed, us women set about identifying possible men. We didn’t want to go and indiscriminately ask, as we didn’t want to cause a scandal. So, we had to be careful.

The first one we came up with was a widower about our age, who had been alone for a few years, but had come to the same conclusion as Ella about relationships. So, we thought he might like some no strings whenever he needs it fucking.

The second one was the local farm hand. He’s 18 and seems to treat women the same as breeding cows. Us free-use women like a bit of no-holds-barred breeding, and he does seem to like women older than him, so we hoped our offer would be appealing.

The third one was the local postman, the same postman that my husband had already given groping and sucking rights on my tits. He is divorced, and the enjoyment he gets from my tits made us think he would enjoy the fucking. It turns out over the years, he had fucked Anna and Helen before, Helen quite recently whilst her husband was away for work (with his approval), Anna not long before she joined the free-use community, and they both said he was a decent fuck. Tanya had given him a couple of blow jobs over the years, she told him it was to say thank you, but in reality, it was because she just needed a cock in her mouth.

There were other male options, but for one reason or another, they were ruled out. Tanya wanted her extra sex, to be fair we all did. So, we decided how to go to each of them to sell the idea.

I asked the postman whilst he was giving me a good tit grope. He took absolutely no convincing to sign up, although he did insist that his morning tit gropes would remain unchanged.

Rose told the farm hand that we all needed properly and regularly breeding, and that sold it to him, somewhat easier than we thought.

The one who took some convincing was the widower, a lovely man who was just looking for company. What finally made him say yes was the fact that there were five or more women to give him some company, and the whole point was that we’d fuck him when he wanted it, no questions asked, no refusal.

So that was everyone, and all the plans. Five couples, two female associate members, three male associate members, second wives, the lot. We decided to introduce Helen and her husband into the group with a weekend away with all five couples, and then introduce the associate members at an anniversary celebration party the following weekend, and Ella offered her own black fishnet stockings to go with the slutty waitress outfit I made for her for Christmas, just the super slutty look I wanted for her. This was all so exciting, and to celebrate, our future second husbands (and Tanya’s on Rose) gave us long slow deep anal, followed by us sucking their cocks clean in an ass-to-mouth act that felt really dirty. We were indeed moving the free-use onto another level, and not one of us could wait.

Just Your Average Friday

11 April 2026 / / 1 Comment

I was really comfortable in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, head on the seat, tits nestling in the triangular tunnel between the seat, the arm and my body, legs spread wide, feet held apart by my spreader bar, skirt lifted up over my ass, hands gripping on to my ass cheeks, hard cock in my cunt. It was relaxing, it was familiar, I was entirely at home. I was on my third hard cock in a row fucking my cunt in this position, and I hadn’t moved between the fucks. I couldn’t really, my ankles were held wide apart by the spreader bar.

About ninety minutes previously, my husband bent me into this position and fitted the spreader bar. Once he was happy my legs were secured wide apart, he rubbed my cunt with his glans, nudging it from between my legs, and talking at me not as a wife, not as a free-use slut, but as a hole, a hole to be used, a hole for his and others’ enjoyment. It felt a bit demeaning, being reduced to a hole, but my cunt was tingling and my breath was shortening,

His glans felt good, comforting almost, as he waited for his moment to push his cock in and take me. I needed it. Even though I’d been fucked a lot already that day, I still needed it so much. And after his glans teasing my cunt for quite a while, rubbing on my lips and nudging my tunnel, he finally pushed his cock deep into my cunt and started to fuck me again, a long, slow, deliberate free-use fuck, specifically not rubbing inside my cunt the way I needed to cum quickly. He wasn’t being kind to me that day, he was making me wait, almost baiting me into begging to be allowed to cum.

Even though I wasn’t being built towards an orgasm, it felt so good to have his lovely hard cock ploughing in and out of my cunt. If his glans was comforting, his cock busy fucking me was relaxing perfection, using my cunt for his pleasure and his peace. My cunt was where his cock was meant to be, and it was for a good 40 minutes, until Tanya’s husband let himself in and found us mid-fuck.

As is his right, he made my husband give up my cunt and he immediately took his place, rubbing his glans against my lips and then pushing hard in, filling my cunt, replacing the empty void that was my husband’s cock, giving me what I needed. The men enjoy doing that to each other, stopping each other fucking mid-fuck, and the women get much longer fucks out of it. Swapping cocks mid-fuck seems so normal now.

My husband sat around gently stroking his cock and watched with a proud glow as Tanya’s husband fucked me, powerfully ploughing into my cunt, him getting harder and harder, and unlike my husband, he had rubbed inside and had already made me cum, a hard but fairly quick orgasm, as he ploughed on regardless, as was his right. He treated my orgasm with the disdain it deserved, as the most important thing was him cumming, him filling my eager cunt with a big load of sticky cum. My husband adored seeing my body squirm and loved the noises I made as Tanya’s husband fucked me and made me cum.

It didn’t seem long before Tanya’s husband was showing signs of being close to cumming, and he fought the valiant fight and held it off for a fair while, but eventually, he couldn’t hold on any more and he just sprayed the inside of my cunt with a liberal coating of sticky cum. My cunt always gets a lot of cum on a Friday, and so does my asshole.

As soon as he was done, he withdrew and left the house, with no clean-up of his cock and a cheery farewell, leaving my cunt in quite a mess. Almost immediately, my husband took his place back in my cunt, a sloppier cunt than he left, but well warmed up and already part way to cumming again. My husband wasn’t completely soft, but he needed building up again. This time, I came again in about ten minutes, as the rubbing was really hitting the spot. My husband obviously carried on fucking me, as I needed, and as I got more breathless, my husband accelerated, slamming his cock in hard, rubbing my clit and lips with his cock on the way in and out. I clamped down on his cock, making his cock rub on the inside of my cunt and making him start to grunt before he came, another dose of cum liberally sprayed round my well used cunt.

Just as he pulled out, relieved at finally getting to finish that fuck and being able to cum inside me, the front door went again and in came Anna’s husband. My husband still had a grip on my ass cheeks, even though he had pulled out, and I felt his hands leave my ass and be replaced by Anna’s husband’s hands moments later. His cock pushed into my slightly gaping messy cunt a moment later still, and he started his fuck, a semi-hard cock growing every second, building up towards depositing yet more cum in my cunt.

This is a Friday. I usually get fucked eight times before 5pm on a Friday. Friday is the day all the other free-use women are unavailable, and the men are usually ending the week working from home. So it falls to me and my well-used cunt and asshole to provide free-use for four men, four cocks all to cum, four sets of balls all to be drained, into my glorious welcoming and probably already cummy cunt and asshole. And this, Anna’s husband was my fifth fuck of the day, the fifth lot of cum deposited inside my body.

First up was my husband and my usual early morning Submissive Sodomy, a very long ass fuck that day, because “I wasn’t submissive enough yesterday”. Rose’s husband was next, and on request of my husband, he did another very long Submissive Sodomy session, and he said I knew why.

It was 10am before I came for the first time. It was another anal session, this time from Anna’s husband and I was so ready to cum, even the motion from rubbing my cunt on the bedclothes as he fucked my ass was enough to make me cum. He carried on fucking my asshole, my orgasm being irrelevant to him, and almost got me there again, but didn’t and left me hanging frustratingly short of an orgasm, stopping as soon as he came. I didn’t complain, I knew better than to complain. I was so near cumming that the postman’s manipulation of my tits shortly after Anna’s husband fucked me was enough to make me cum. It surprised him! I was just relieved, and my cunt was really messy under my skirt.

Then we had the bent over the sofa trilogy of my husband, Tanya’s husband and Anna’s husband cumming in my cunt, and all of them made me cum. By this time, I was cumming very easily, and I needed every single one of those orgasms. I was so on heat, even for a Friday. It’s days like this that I really feel like a cum dumpster, and in my sexual excitement, it is a label I am happy to carry.

Anna’s husband absolutely adores fucking a cunt that is liberally coated with other men’s cum, his cock gets so large at the sloppy feeling round his cock, at the visuals of a cunt that is leaking cum, and when I tell him how much cunt has been used and just how much cum I have in me, his cock gets the largest it ever gets, his fuck gets the fastest it ever gets and the most filling it ever gets, and he’ll end up adding a mega-load to that of the other men. I usually find calling myself a cum dumpster at the right moment is enough to finish him off.

So the totals were three anal and three vaginal fucks so far, and still about four hours to go, and Tanya’s husband did indeed cum in my ass and Rose’s husband came in my still sloppy cunt. It had become the norm, almost a tradition. On a Friday, if they fuck me twice, they try to do one of each. I even got a third session with my husband (as I sometimes do), as he was talking during my cunt fuck of another Submissive Sodomy session. I was so in the submissive head space, being grateful for every orgasm and proud my holes were being well used. I just messed up a bit the previous day, and instead of spanking me like I thought he might, he overloaded me with Submissive Sodomy sessions. I was angry with myself and he thought this was the best way to calm me and to ensure I learned the lessons of my slip.

Just remember my holes are theirs for the taking, theirs to do as they please. Although they mostly try to make me cum, they don’t have to, so each time they do, it is a precious gift, even if they ignore my orgasm and just carry on for their own pleasure.

And then, Friday evening, as usual, I went down to the village pub. My sloppy messy cunt wasn’t be tidied up before I did, and I got myself fucked by the barman, and I ended up going home with Carla, who enjoyed licking five men’s cum and copious cunt juices from my manky well used cunt. And she made me cum loads herself. It’s her joy, making me cum, over and over, especially when I’ve already cum a lot – it feels like a challenge to her. I made her cum too. She so deserved it.

So that was my last Friday, a pretty average Friday. I love it. I crave it. I look forward to it.

The Sexualisation of Normal

14 March 2026 / / 4 Comments

I haven’t written that much about our free-use lifestyle, other than the big sessions, the parties. But free-use is my daily reality. Over the course of any given day, I’ll probably have sex with three different men, I’ll orgasm at least four times, at least once from anal, and aside from that, my cunt, ass and tits will be displayed and viewed, I’ll be groped and mauled, I’ll kiss loads, I’ll have cock in my mouth, all on their whim, on their timetable, and the result is that I am kept on a sexual high all day.

On Fridays, because I’m the only one of the four women who is available during the day (and the men are normally on end of week work from home days), I get much more free-use than that. All four men normally fuck me twice each, I’ll cum at least eight times, I’ll probably have anal four times and vaginal four times and then add all the other stuff in too. And that’s before I get to the pub to be fucked into the night by Carla.

Fridays are an ordeal. Fridays are a struggle. Fridays are so tiring, such hard work. Fridays are my favourite day of the week.

To really emphasise the use aspect, the men like us to carry on with what we are doing whilst they use us. Holding a conversation is hard, and quite often, if there are two or more women there, they’ll wait until we are deep in conversation, then someone will start fucking each of us. Two people whose thought patterns are being interrupted hold hilarious conversations, but we have to carry on. It is the epitome of free-use.

And I have to say that the fact that we can’t talk about the sex or anything free-use, while it’s happening or afterwards, is really quite hard. It just has to happen, unspoken, unmentioned.

I’ll quite often be cooking, and they’ll bend me over the kitchen work surface and fuck or masturbate me, whilst expecting me to carry on with the actual cooking. That’s not too hard perversely, just don’t try to follow a recipe. Being fucked whilst reading is hard, and I’ll probably have to go back and re-read those pages. Watching TV is fine, although I’ll miss bits. He’s taken to cradling me and masturbating me all the time I’m watching TV, not trying to make me cum, but if I do, he just ignores it and carries on.

This is one of the big parts of free-use for me: the sexualisation of normal. They fuck me whilst I do normal things, like converse, write, type, cook. I get fucked doing things other people do not get fucked doing.

I think the conversation fucks are the most incredible. Making me feel both important and valued in what is said and a sexual object at the same time, valued and subjugated at the same time. To make one feel both valued and cheap in that moment is quite the gift. That normal people can have a conversation without being fucked, and often I can’t, really keeps me deep down submissive. That I can’t watch the TV without being masturbated really keeps me deep down submissive.

That and almost always being topless, pantyless and wearing a very short skirt at home, so that I am not only available for use, but often visible and displayed, expected to be visible and displayed, proud and yet a constant reminder of what I am, a reminder to all us free-use women what we are.

The no panties thing I did years ago, to give him better access to my cunt at all times. The topless and short skirts at home is more recent, as we free-use women got more submissive. It is our version of a typical slave statue display, and allowing our usually hidden body parts to be displayed, consumed by the free-use men, it is itself part of the free-use. If the people in the room are in on the free-use, us women have to sit, legs wide, skirt up and not in any way hide our tits or cunt. We are to be consumed with their eyes, before being consumed in other ways. It adds to our subservient feelings, and is part of keeping us women on a sexual high.

I’m not allowed to adjust my clothes otherwise. If someone (for example) lifts my skirt up to display my ass, I’m not allowed to pull it down again, unless someone tells me to (or someone or gravity does it for me). If I’m clothed, I’m not allowed to get a tit out, but someone else can. My state of dress (or indeed undress) is totally controlled by others. It’s strangely freeing.

As well as not wearing panties, I haven’t covered my cunt for 8 1/4 years. So, no trousers / leggings / tights. I wear stockings and suspenders and skirts / dresses. (There are two exceptions, swimming (although we go to nudist swimming events as much as possible), and the odd sex act (like panty wetting, but that is as he requires and is for our mutual pleasure)).

Bras are a different matter. I have big tits. UK bra size 34H, US 34K. Until recently, I always insisted on wearing a bra to keep them in check. But I’m a sub now, and I’ve known for the longest time that he’d prefer I didn’t wear one most of the time. I wanted him to take ownership of me, and one of the consequences of that was to deal with bras. I now won’t wear one, unless he wants me to.

It feels a lot more sexual to me, going round without a bra, having them swing around and having my nipples show so much, visible and protruding under a blouse. On the odd occasions I do wear a bra, the bra will be one of the quarter cup ones I’ve had custom-made (as manufacturers don’t make them for my cup size), so even if I’m wearing a bra, my nipples are often visible. And my nipples react very strongly to rubbing on clothes, so they are now constantly enormous, hard and proud. It’s all a part of keeping me sexually aroused.

It’s a big change to not wear a bra at times, a massive change, like my massive tits, and being topless round the home and going out mostly not wearing a bra is new to me. And I very soon realised that attention I’d get with mammoth unleashed tits and nipples the size of bedknobs was plentiful and exciting. My husband has all my old bras locked away, like my remaining panties, and I have extremely large, slightly painful, very noticeable, massive nipples for my trouble. And my husband has been pointing out how magnificent a nipple piercing would look displayed on a massive nipple with a thin layer of fabric stretched over it.

I have done and continue to do exercises to strengthen my back, to allow me to maintain better posture with my tits unsupported for extended periods of time, and I wish I’d done them years ago. I used to believe locking up my tits was the right thing to do, but the free swinging and snapping of my tits, the slight pain in the flesh caused by a day of being unsupported, is wonderful. It sounds perverse, but I love it so much, and of course, I can’t hold on to them, can’t hide them, so gravity does its worst on them all day every day.

Honestly, I am truly happy when I go to bed with throbbing tits, a stinging ass, an aching jaw and a messy cunt where cum is sliding out of it. I am in total heaven when that happens, especially all that with him spooning me with a semi-hard cock residing in my ass crack and a hand firmly gripping a tit.

My friend Shae mentioned (on her blog slaveshae.wordpress.com) that our free-use is not a dom-sub arrangement, more of a free-use kind of polycule. It’s a fairly accurate description. When the penny first dropped about my being a full-time sub, I really struggled, precisely because it doesn’t fit within a standard dom-sub arrangement. I tried to crowbar it in, I went round and round in circles. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is a dom, he is gentle, steady sort of dom, born out of being a natural manager, but nevertheless, he has pulled all these little sub things I used to do into one, and he is very much in control of me, and that is exactly what I want, a warm hugging blanket, built on trust, with a man I would walk to the ends of the earth for, but a man who totally looks after me, a man who has my back, has my best interests at heart and a man totally comfortable with using his property however he wants. It feels pretty perfect right now.

But the rest of the free-use men are different. I liked Shae’s use of the word “culture”. The men have rights to us, to use us, to look, grope, fuck, whatever, one, two, however many at a time. I’m sure they are being a bit dommy when they take us, but I’ve talked to them, and they feel more like they are just taking what is theirs, usage by rule, and we have an expectation to be used that they have to live up to.

It’s the women that have been most affected. All four of us are very subby now, and that’s quite a surprise. We are all fairly strong women otherwise, businesswomen, entrepreneurs, good positive female role models. And yet, with the flick of a switch, we’re back being hugely subby, eager to sexually please. Switching between those roles is a bit of a head fuck to be honest. I have the journey home to switch into the correct mindset, and as soon as I get through the door, I have to switch into the correct clothing arrangement to finish the job.

And the other three women are on the same path, at some point along the journey. Even the one that was resistant to being subby has conceded that’s what she is and is embracing it. We didn’t expect that. That’s why I think this is permanent for all of us now. I really can’t see how any of us can back out of this.

We women are not lower in status because of the free-use. We are still equal partners, still equal friends, still valued, still important, still with the same status we always had. It’s just that certain things we’ve signed over to others. Doesn’t lower our status, just changes our mindset and behaviour.

The sex, the control, the masturbation, the display, the relentlessness, the orgasms, the clothes, the penetrations, the carrying on what we are doing is all a part of the free-use experience. The more we’ve done it, the more things like display and masturbation we’ve added in to something that at the start was mostly about penetration, the more overwhelming and all-encompassing it has become, the more intense our experience is. The men have completely sexualised normal.

And we are about to make our free-use bigger and more intense, more sexual. And every single one of the women can hardly wait.

A Messy New Year

18 January 2026 / / 12 Comments

Every single New Year’s Eve since we’ve been together, my husband and I have marked the point of midnight by fucking. We start fucking in the last few minutes of the one year, fuck all through the top of the hour and finish off in the new year.

Wherever we are, we do this. At home, at someone else’s house (in private), at someone else’s house (with an audience) or like this New Year, when we were at an event. A New Year Ball at our village hall. The first year we went to this event, we were planning on going home, but left it too late. So, in desperation, we went round the back of the village hall to find somewhere quiet for a quick sneaky fuck. What we found were a couple of other couples clearly intent on doing the same thing, and already making a start. It wasn’t long before my dress was round my waist and his cock was in my cunt. I was expecting to warm him up, but the prospect of an outside fuck, then getting to watch others fuck as well, made him perfectly hard enough.

I remember on that instance, it was quite warm and so quite a long fuck. This year, it was much colder. My nipples were rock hard as soon as we left the warmth of the village hall. My cunt’s microclimate was keeping it warm, but my ass cheeks soon went cold as soon as they were bared and a cold wind blew over them.

My dress, well that is amazing. It is a full length figure hugging silver shimmery dress. It has a deep, but narrow V plunge (so no bra possible, but the dress is shaped to hold the tits up anyway) and splits from my feet to my waist on each side (important for the fucking). Underneath, I wore white stockings and suspenders. I finished it off with silver shoes and a silver fascinator in my hair.

I would never have tried the dress on, as I would assume it would show every lump and bump, but it didn’t. But it did show the shape of my freezing cold rock hard nipples and my metal suspender clips, both things I was happy to display.

All through the evening, my husband was whispering total filth into my ear. His words, combined with a few tit touches and ass brushes got me in the mood and got my cunt moist in anticipation, and the big old village clock ticking its way towards my impending outside fuck just added to the atmosphere.

With seven minutes to go, he took my hand and took me outside, lining me up with the others out there for a fuck. I groped at his trousered cock, but he didn’t really need that, so I just undid his fly and pulled his cock out, then taking my position bending over, leaning on a fence post. He pulled my dress up to my waist, the splits from waist to floor being critical here, and he just finger fucked my cunt a couple of times whilst he ascertained my cunt was slick enough, then he just lined me up with his cock and then just pushed his rock hard cock in.

Despite being so cold, it felt so good, and the breeze over my ass soon made it even colder. His rhythm was steady, with firm slams in (my arms taking the strain and recovering my body to position each time). My ass cheeks got cold quickly, so every minute or so, I got him to pull out, spank each cheek as hard as he could a couple of times, and then plough back in and carry on fucking. It did warm my ass each time, and some of the other men saw and did the same to warm their own woman’s ass.

It wasn’t practical for him to grab my tits in this dress, which would have been handy, as it might have warmed my nipples up. There was no warmth in this dress, and even though it was only a couple of minutes, my nipples were so hard, and by the time it reached midnight, they were so large and so painful. But there was no relief and my cunt was happy, so I carried on. He had been slowly building my orgasm since before midnight, but was going quickly and accelerating now. I was so close, so in to the fuck that I completely forgot my surroundings, forgot the audience, forgot the exposure. And a woman crying out next to me as she came was what finished me off too, me adding to the cries, my cunt clamping down on his cock. He gave me another couple of valiant strokes, before pulling mostly out, so his glans was just inside my cunt, and it was there he came. Copious amounts of cum that had built up in the last nine hours, and all of it deposited just inside my cunt.

I knew what he wanted. He wanted cum to be sliding out of my cunt, and getting me messy. With no panties to protect me, there was no way this was going to be anything other than a disaster zone under my dress, a position he loved putting me in. And I knew how to handle it, just try to ignore it, and if I drip cum on the floor, it isn’t my fault. He wouldn’t let me clean up anyway, so with nipples so hard and painful, with cum already sliding out of my cunt all over my crotch and stockings, I went back inside.

I felt so slutty, so horny, so sexy that despite just being fucked, I wanted more. And my secret messiness just ramped up my slutty feelings even more. We’ve done this a lot, and it still feels so filthy, so slutty, and I absolutely love it.

People started drifting off quite quickly after midnight, but my husband made us stay later than that, made my messy cunt the focus of my attention for a good 45 minutes.

The walk home is only about five minutes, but my nipples, which had very slightly defrosted inside the village hall, were back rock hard and painful again, almost feeling like they were about to explode. I was almost crying when I got in, they were so painful.

He took me into the kitchen, removed the dress, and then bent me over the worktop, lubed up my ass and ploughed in, holding my hips to give him a strong anal penetration. As my nipples slowly started to defrost without touching anything, my tits were wildly swinging from his powerful strokes. It felt more submission sodomy than something I was about to cum from, and indeed, I felt him growing and ultimately start to throb.

But again, he pulled nearly all the way out, spurting into my asshole with only his glans inside my pucker. And then, without letting me cum again, he stood back and admired his handywork, admired the mess he’d created round my cunt, on my stockings and then as a little cum slid back out of my asshole.

I felt like a complete slut with so much cum already slid out of me and glistening in the light. Once he had inspected my cunt and ass over and over, he went and got the camera to document just how messy I was. For some reason, he really loved it. I’ve become used to it over the years, so I enjoy it immensely too.

Once his camera work was done, he took me upstairs to bed, restrained me by wrists over my head and by ankles to the foot of the bed, and then kissing me, he told me to sleep, him wanting me to start the new year as a cummy mess, and only then did he start sucking on my still cold nipples, the warmth of another human warming them up in a way nothing else would.

His mouth soothed them, and there was no twisting or nibbling, just gentle warming sucks and tongue flicks. Oh, it felt so good for them not to be in pain.

And then I did sleep, until I was awoken with him manoeuvring me into position for my morning sodomy session, having unlocked me. He hadn’t cleaned me up at all, just ploughing into my lubed ass for nearly an hour, before cumming, you guessed it, just inside my asshole. More cum to slide out.

Once he had finished (and I hadn’t cum, obviously), he rolled me back over again and re-restrained me, leaving me to sleep again, but with a fresh dose of cum to slide out of my ass.

Once I awoke again, Anna was there, there to clean me up, with her tongue. My husband had insisted every single drop of cum was to go down Anna’s or my throat (transferred via cum kiss), and if she made me cum, so be it. I knew she’d try. The twist I wasn’t expecting was that he insisted on masturbating Anna’s beautiful moist cunt all the time she was licking, and he would make her cum too, obviously.

Was a great slutty start to the New Year! Setting the tone. Setting the pace.

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