Freeuse: The Best Birthday Present Ever
Author's Note: This is another installment in my Freeuse Slave series, set in a slightly alternate reality in which consensual contract slavery is legal and government regulated. If you missed it, the first episode is "Lila: Freeuse Slave," but you really don't need to read the installments in any particular order.
Please let me know specifically what you did or didn't like about it.
Last Saturday was my eighteenth birthday.
To understand what I'm going to tell you about that special day, you need to know a bit about my family and a bit about me and my place in it. I'm eighteen (obviously), just out of high school and ready to go to university in the Fall to study Engineering. I'm not a totally straight-A student, but I put in the effort needed to do well, and I had no trouble getting accepted.
I'm cis-male, heterosexual, and like most eighteen-year-olds, pretty horny a lot of the time. I'm not exactly a virgin, but I haven't had a lot of sexual experience, and I've never been able to act on any of my kinkier sexual fantasies such as deep throat, bondage, or anal.
My parents are both well-to-do professionals: Mom is a successful dentist and Dad is the CEO of his own small but successful tech company. My folks are pretty easy-going about sex, and have never been shy about frank conversations on the subject. More on that later.
I'm an only child, but I resent the common myth that only children are always spoiled and indulged. I think I've been taught some pretty good values: hard work, care for others, perseverance, respect for women, that sort of thing. I'm not indulged in very much.
That said, my parents do like to make a big thing of milestone birthdays, and have the means to buy some pretty expensive special presents. Not that I always get everything I want. When I turned six, I wanted a pony, which didn't happen. We live in a suburban house in Toronto, not on an acreage, and boarding a horse somewhere so I could ride it around in circles on weekends just didn't cut it. But Mom and Dad did take me to Disneyland for two weeks, so that was a really special birthday anyway.
When I turned sixteen, they bought me a car. Not the bright red Porsche I'd been hoping for, but a very spiffy Corolla with all the bells and whistles. Good decision. If I'd gotten the Porsche, I likely wouldn't have lived until my eighteenth birthday.
So you can see why I was excited about what I might receive for my eighteenth. It was quite the milestone of milestones. I was suddenly able to vote, join the military and get shot at, drink legally, and buy legal weed in some provinces. Pretty magical.
The actual party was planned for a couple of days after my birthday, when more of my friends would be available to celebrate it with me, but I had a strong feeling that Mom and Dad had something in mind for the big day itself. They seemed to have been speaking in code for days, and every once in a while I'd walk into a room and they'd abruptly stop talking. So something was planned. I just didn't know what it was.
Early that evening, after dinner was over, Mom said, "Jason, we've got a surprise for you that we're pretty sure you'll like. Come with us and we'll show you."
I dutifully followed them down the stairs to the basement gym. It's not super elaborate, but we're all pretty into fitness, so there a good assortment of equipment: weights, rowing machine, treadmill, etc. There's even a set of parallel bars. Mom was quite the gymnast in her younger days, and did a lot of workouts on them until she broke her ankle and had to go a lot easier on the fancy moves for a while.
The gym still had all the equipment I expected to see. What I hadn't in my wildest imagination expected to see was a naked woman tied over the parallel bars.
Once I got over the initial shock, I walked once around her to take in the sight. She was standing on one side of the bars with her legs spread wide apart by a spreader bar that looked about a metre long. She was bent over one bar with her body horizontal, her arms hooked over the other bar with ropes extending from leather cuffs on her wrists to the bottom of the equipment to hold her in that position, presenting a luscious shaved pussy and puckered asshole to the world. Her breasts hung down between the bars, looking inviting and ready to be squeezed. Her lush dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face, and her pretty dark brown eyes looked at me over the top of a leather OTM gag. She wasn't struggling. She was obviously just waiting for me to show up.
When I finished taking her in and my shock began to recede, I looked at Mom and Dad, who were grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't worry," said Dad. "We didn't kidnap her. She's a freeuse slave, and we've hired her to help make your coming-of-age day as special as it can possibly be. For the next twelve hours, you can do absolutely anything you want with her, as long as you don't do any real damage. When we talked about your sexual fantasies a few months ago, you mentioned bondage and anal. Well, this woman is into both of those, and more besides. She's also a bit of a pain slut, so you can try some of that it you like, although you never mentioned it as one of your fantasies."
"Her name is Lila, by the way," Mom put in. "I know you'll have fun with her. Your father and I took her for a test drive last week, and we had a great time."
OK, I know I said my parents are totally laid back about sex. They think nothing of walking around the house naked, and although they've never knowingly had sex in front of me (though I'd occasionally spied on them), they've never been ones to hide their enjoyment of each other in all the ways that bodies can be enjoyed. But I certainly never expected anything like this.
