Freeuse Relationship Building

Note: This story follows on from "Lila: Freeuse Slave." I've tried to make it stand on its own, but if you haven't read the previous story, you might want to look it up to pave the way for this one. Both are set in a slightly alternative reality in which women with a taste for sex and bondage can, if they choose to, sign up for slavery as a way of making a living from their fetishes. The sex in these stories is consensual to the extent that the slaves can always quit their jobs if they decide they don't want to do them anymore.

By the way - I've just discovered a series by free_use_world, hooked to my first Lila story under "Similar Stories." It uses a similar premise to my Lila series, and its protagonist is unnervingly called Lina. The Lina series goes in a very different direction from mine, and I didn't borrow anything from it (I only found it this week), although I did appropriate the "Freeuse" term from various sources -- it seems to be in general circulation across parts of the BDSM fiction world with a variety of shades of meaning. I think I first saw it in a story by silkstockinglover. I guess dirty minds think alike.

As always, comments, the more detailed the better, are much appreciated.

It was a slow Wednesday evening. I hadn't had any business all day, even when I walked around crowded malls with my Freeuse collar and cuffs on display, ready for a client to hail me and take me home for some BDSM action. I decided to go home, relax in a hot bath and call it a day.

While I ran the water, I undressed, all but my leather wrist and ankle cuffs and my collar, all of which are rivetted in place. I unbuckled the waist belt and crotch strap that held in my big vaginal and anal plugs and slid them out. My contract with Consolidated Sex Slaves states that I'm supposed to have them in most of the time. Even if the first thing a client does is take them out so he can put his cock where they had been, clients love starting a slave session knowing that their slave is securely plugged. Taking the plugs out is sort of like unwrapping a Christmas present, I guess. But I'm allowed to take them out for hygienic purposes, which was what I was doing that evening.

I am so used to the plugs that my body felt weirdly empty without them, but really wanted to give my pussy and asshole a good wash. I lay back in the soothing hot water, my head resting on a foam pillow that nestled into a cutout at the end of the tub, soaped up a loofah, and worked it over my whole body, exfoliating and freshening my skin. My pussy felt sweaty and sticky from having been plugged all day, and the loofah felt deliciously stimulating as I rubbed it between my labia. As my arousal built, I reached for my cordless vibrator and was just about to work it between my pussy lips when my phone buzzed.

Damn. I was looking forward to a relaxing evening. But since I hadn't had any business yet that day, I couldn't really afford to ignore it, even though my contract doesn't oblige me to answer a remote hail when I'm home and theoretically off duty. Besides, it would be good to have some real human action instead of just the toy I had in my hand.

I looked at the screen. Edward was pinging me. I had been his slave for the evening once before, when he had hailed me on the subway. I remembered him as the sandy-blonde guy with the hot tub in his ground-floor apartment, which promised a nice alternative to the hot bath I had been trying to enjoy. I smiled as I remembered how he had locked my cuffs to loops on the sides and floor of the tub, keeping me spread wide while he fucked me deep in the ass. If he was still into that, it could be a way to liven up an otherwise dull evening.

I considered how long it would take me to dry off, get dressed, put a little makeup back on, and get over to Edward's place. From the list of canned possible responses on the app, I selected "One hour?" I got back a thumbs-up icon.

I dried off, blow-dried my long brown hair, and lubed up my plugs to put them back in. The vaginal plug slid in easily, but the anal plug was a bit more work. It was big, and my asshole had had time to resume its tight pucker after having been forced open all day. But with a bit of consistent pressure and some twisting, I got it in past its widest point, and it slid easily the rest of the way until the safety flange was nestled snugly against my perineum. My rectum felt nicely filled and stretched again, and as I buckled the crotch strap back between my legs to hold the plugs in place, I felt much more ready for action than I had done without them.

I touched up my mascara and lipstick, and put a light touch of rouge on my nipples - just enough to make my pale areolas stand out a bit better against my equally pale skin. I pulled on my bra, top and skirt - no panties, as usual, since clients like to have easy access to my plugged holes.

Finally, I wrapped a blue scarf around my neck over my slave collar. That was a sign that I was already on a call, so that other potential clients wouldn't waste their time trying to hail me on the street. I also have a red scarf that I wear when I'm on my period. Some men are really revolted by the idea of sex with a menstruating woman, while others find it a kinky thrill. Either way, the scarf lets clients know exactly what they are getting if they choose to hail me. I checked my bag to make sure I had my locks, leash and gag with me, and headed out the door.

**

When I arrived at Edward's apartment, I pressed the intercom for 101. The lock on the outer door clicked. I let myself in and walked down the hall to the apartment. Based on my previous experience, I felt like I knew what to expect from this client - a good, deep blowjob followed by an equally deep ass reaming while locked spread-eagled in a hot tub. I was quite looking forward to it. As it turned out, however, I had underestimated Edward's creativity in getting his money's worth out of a Freeuse slave.

Edward opened the door and smiled broadly, his grey eyes crinkling a bit as he did so. He stepped aside to let me in, and didn't waste any time with chit-chat. He stood behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands, giving them a firm but not painful squeeze. Then he took hold of my shirt at the bottom. I held my hands over my head so he could pull it up and off, then waited while he unclasped my bra and slid it off to let my breasts hang free. My breasts aren't huge, but they aren't skimpy either, and they are still pretty perky even without a bra. The rouge gave just the right amount of colour to my full nipples, already slightly hard from Edward's preliminary squeeze. He gave them both another squeeze and a little massage, then slid my skirt to the floor, leaving me dressed in nothing but my cuffs, collar and plug straps.

He reached over to a table and picked up a brass padlock. That was a bit unusual - usually clients just use the locks that slaves bring with them. They don't require a key, but are close to impossible to open yourself if your hands are restrained by them. No matter. If Edward wanted a lock with more security, that was fine by me. I brought my wrists together behind my back and he slipped the lock through the D-rings on my leather cuffs. It closed with a firm click.

Next, he rummaged in my bag and brought out my gag. It's my pride and joy - a wide black neoprene panel gag with a large stuffer ball built into it. It's so much better at silencing me than just a ball gag by itself, which you can sort of talk around. The stuffer holds my tongue down and the neoprene panel takes care of any sound that escapes around it. Once it's buckled in place, the only sounds I can make are the ones that come out my nose. As a bonus, most clients find the way the black neoprene molds to my face to be hugely sexy.

I opened my mouth to let him push in the stuffer, and he stood behind me again to cinch it tight. As the neoprene moulded to my face and stopped all speech, I had a small, quick orgasm just from the wonderfully helpless feeling I get from being cuffed and gagged. My asshole and pussy clenched around the plugs as the orgasm rippled through me, and my pussy juiced a bit with the sensation. A muffled

"mmmpph" of pleasure escaped through my nose. I do love being restrained, which is why I got into this Freeuse business in the first place.

I was a bit confused as to where he was headed with all this. He still had all his clothes on, and now I was plugged in every hole so he couldn't get his cock in anywhere. I just went with it, figuring that every visit with a client is its own adventure and that I'd find out soon enough what Edward had in mind for me this evening. Maybe I was in for some spanking or flogging before he put his cock to use in my body. That thought made my pussy juice even more.

He clipped my leash to the D-ring on my collar and pulled gently. I had no choice but to follow him, although I would have done so anyway. We walked into the second bedroom, the one with the hot tub and big TV monitor that Edward had liked watching torture porn on the last time he fucked me in the hot tub. I was prepared to mount the steps to the tub and climb in, but Edward towed me past it to a door that I had seen before but never paid attention to, assuming that it was just a bedroom closet. "I've arranged a little surprise for you this visit," he said as he opened the door.

It was indeed a closet - a very large walk-in closet with two sets of clothes bars, currently empty. Instead of clothes, the centre of the little room was occupied by a bondage frame, and securely locked face-up to the frame by her wrists and ankles was a woman, currently naked, her legs and arms spread wide by the frame in a tight spread-eagle position. She was lying on a bench that nicely fit her torso, with leg and arm rests radiating from it to hold the occupant securely in any desired position. As soon as we entered, the woman lifted her head and looked at us.

Emily.

Emily, the friend who had originally clued me in to the advantages of signing on with Consolidated Sex Slaves to make some money while enjoying my sex and bondage fetish. We hadn't seen each other in a while, but we clearly were not going to have a catch-up chat any time soon. She had a large yellow ball bag wedged behind her teeth and held firmly in place by a leather strap. Her plugs were out, but her vagina was currently occupied by a huge black dildo that stretched her pussy lips obscenely wide. It was held in place by a metal arm that emerged from what looked like a control box. It wasn't moving at the moment, just sitting quietly while totally filling her front passage, but it looked as though it could operate in machine-fuck mode if somebody wanted it to.

Edward unclipped my leash. "I'll just leave you two to get reacquainted for a while," he said as he walked out the door and clicked it shut behind him.

Now what? Edward had two bound, gagged and naked women completely in his power, and he just walked away and left them. Was he saving us for a rainy day? Or did just knowing he had us in his power stimulate some control-freak nerve in his brain?

Then I saw the camera part way up the wall, pointed straight at Emily's well-stuffed pussy. Undoubtedly Edward was getting his rocks off just watching his two helpless slaves.

As I mentioned earlier, a ball gag may look sexy because you can see clearly that a woman has something shoved in her mouth, but it doesn't really prevent speech, it just makes it slurry. Emily exploited this feature of the gag, saying "'An oo 'et 'is 'ucking 'ag off?" Her slave cuffs were locked to the bondage frame with padlocks just like the one holding my wrists together behind my back, but when she raised her head again I could see that the gag was just buckled in place, not locked. I walked around the frame to the head end, turned my back to it, and began fumbling with the buckle with my bound hands. After a few minutes of working at it, I got it loose and was able to pull it, covered with drool, from behind her teeth.

"That's better," she said when her mouth was cleared. "Like you, I really get off on being bound and gagged, but this is getting old. I have no idea how long I've been here, but it feels like hours since Edward hailed me on the street and locked me into this fucking thing. You know how immensely horny I get when I'm restrained. Lying here with that thing in my twat not doing anything has been pure torture. I need to get off so badly, and Edward doesn't seem to have any intention of doing it for me. I know that dildo can work like a fucking machine, but it hasn't moved since it first shoved itself up me."

I could see where she was going with this. Although we both preferred men, neither of us was the least bit shy about fucking or being fucked by another woman. So far, we had kept our relationship on a "just good friends" level, but that didn't mean it couldn't be changed in an emergency. This looked like an emergency to me. Knowing how horny I get from being tied up, I was certainly sympathetic, and as her friend I wanted to help her out. But if I was going to do anything to ease her frustration, she'd need to take care of something first.

I faced away from her and got down on my knees so that the buckle of my gag was level with one of her cuffed hands. She fumbled with it for a while until it came free. She held onto one end of the strap so I could back away and pull the stuffer out from behind my teeth. It joined her ball gag on the floor.

"That bastard must have planned it this way," I said once I could talk again. "Why lock our cuffs so we can't get each other free but leave our gags just buckled? And leave you here to get hornier and hornier? He must have planned us to be doing something with our mouths."

"Judging by that camera, I'll bet he's hoping we give him something good to watch," said Emily. "Shall we get on with the show?"

I bent over Emily's body and began licking and sucking her breasts, which are considerably larger and fuller than mine but equally firm. I teased around her nipples for a few minutes before I started in on them for real. She drew her breath in sharply as I gently bit and flicked her hard nubs, which stood up proudly to beg for attention. I worked my tongue in little circles around each nipple in turn, then pinched it between my lips and tugged gently.

I wanted to work my way down to do the same sort of things to her other lady bits, but I had a problem. That dildo was shoved all the way up to its flange, partly blocking access to the best parts of her vulva. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get my tongue around it and down to her clit to give it what it clearly needed badly.

As if it had read my mind, the dildo began to move on its mechanical arm. It slowly backed all the way out of Emily's cunt, leaving free access to the parts I wanted to pleasure. Once it was out, I could see how huge it actually was: thick and at least fifteen centimetres long (about ten inches, for my American friends). It must have nearly killed her to have it shoved all the way up all day.

The machine wasn't finished. It dropped down a few centimetres, changed angle, and pointed straight at her asshole. It had a little slit-shaped hole in the end just like a penis, and it was leaking a clear, viscous substance that I was pretty sure was lube. I wondered how long it had taken Edward to rig that thing up, or if he'd just bought it off the internet somewhere. I'd never seen anything quite like it, but I was impressed at its versatility.

The dildo slowly and inexorably moved forward until its tip was pressing on Emily's tightly puckered anus, and then kept increasing the pressure, pulling the skin taut around her hole. Emily is a pretty seasoned asshole jockey, but I could tell by her face that the dildo was starting to hurt as it relentlessly sought entrance to its target. Finally she was able to relax her sphincter enough that the dildo popped past it, and her face relaxed as well. The mechanical arm slowly forced it further and further into her rectum, stretching her anal ring until once again the dildo's entire length was totally buried in her body except for the flange. There it stopped, leaving Emily's lower body firmly pinned to the bench she was lying on by her anus. But her nicely shaved pussy was now unobstructed.

I moved between Emily's spread legs and called up some of the more enjoyable things that women have done to me, or told me to do to them, when I'm their slave. I licked in circles around her clit, then flicked it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. If my hands hadn't been locked behind my back, I could have pulled her labia apart to get a better shot at her clit, but I seemed to be doing all right as it was. She immediately started breathing deeply and squirming as much as her cuffs and the dildo would let her.

I would have thrown in a rim job for good measure, but her asshole was pretty occupied right then, so I just worked her clit and her labia. Over and over I took a pussy lip between my lips and stretched it out, then released it. From time to time I worked the tip of my tongue inside her vagina and wiggled it. It was still stretched out from the dildo that had been up it all afternoon, and it was easy for me to get my tongue deep into it. Soon my nose was filled with the musky scent of her arousal and my face was getting covered with her leaking pussy juices as her yelps of pleasure got louder and faster.

Emily was so horny from being tied up and plugged all day that it didn't take long before the yelps of pleasure turned into one long scream of ecstasy. She couldn't arch her back much with the dildo pinning her body to the bench, but her limbs went rigid and her hands clenched into tight fists as her pent-up orgasm exploded through her. I knew she tends to squirt when she has a particularly good orgasm, so I moved my head away just in time to avoid being hit in the face with more pussy-cum.

I licked as much Emily-juice off my face as I could reach with my tongue as I waited for her to get her breathing under control. After a few minutes, she was breathing normally enough that she was able to croak out, "More."

I guess Edward's edging predicament had created more bottled-up sexual charge than I could relieve with just one orgasm. I'm sure I could have done exactly the same all over again with the same result, but I wanted to be a bit more creative the second time around. I sucked gently on her nipples while I considered my options. From an earlier girl-chat with Emily about sex, I knew that she is blessed with a very active G-spot and responds explosively to having it stimulated, but I didn't see how I would accomplish that with my hands behind my back. Then I realized that the bondage frame could be my friend.

I walked around to where the leg rests were holding her legs far apart, leaving a clear path to her pussy at just about exactly the height of my bound hands. I backed into the vee between her legs, felt behind me, and located her labia. I used my index and pinky fingers to spread them apart, then curled my middle two fingers and slid them into her sopping wet vagina. A huge shudder ran through her whole body as soon as she felt them slide in - I was on the right track.

I pushed my fingers into her vagina as far as they would go and gently moved them around until I located a slightly spongey mass about the size of a walnut on the anterior wall of her vagina, about five or six centimetres in. My G-spot is hard to find - you pretty much have to listen for a sharp intake of breath to know you've hit it. Emily's was more obvious, but I was still gratified to hear her gasp when I touched it, confirming that I had found the right spot.

I rubbed my finger pads up and down her interior wall, making sure I was rubbing that spongey walnut with each pass. I curled my middle finger over it in a "come hither" gesture, which Emily greeted with another gasp and an "Ohhh yeahhh!" If I hadn't had to keep my back turned to get my hand in the right spot, I would have used my tongue on her clitoris to double up the sensation. But wait - I was using two fingers to hold her open and two more to push inside. That left a thumb that wasn't occupied. I maneuvered my hand around so I could touch her clit with my thumb without losing contact with her G-spot and gave it an experimental flick. Emily made a sudden joyous "Aaaaggghh" as soon as I touched it, and I'm sure that if she hadn't been pinned down by the dildo in her ass, she would have arched right up off the bench. I had my magic combination of moves.