I’m still freeuse for my ex who’s married. I’m a 29 F and my ex is 27M. Myself and him have had a couple drunken nights together but it all changed when his wife found my nudes is his phone. We didn’t talk for about a year before he reached out to me, I was with my friends at the time but made an excuse to leave. I drove straight to his house and he asked if I wanted to go with him to run an errand before we came back and hung out at the house. I said sure, we got in his truck and he quickly put his hand on my thigh with no hesitation. We started taking about what we’d been up yo the past year. While I was talking about my awful relationship I was in he put his hand under my shirt and started groping my chest. I continued about my story while he groped away. I quickly realized we were driving towards a more rural part of town. Once we got there he explained we couldn’t go to his house because his wife came home early. Once we got to a place to park her turned off the car and turned towards me, he demanded I suck his cock and I gladly complied. After just a couple minutes of that he told me to get out of the truck and bend over the seat. I complied and get got out came over to my side, pulled my pants and panties down before fucking me and filling me.

PART II

You can check part I in my recent post

TW : ISOLATION KINK, MANIPULATION, MALE SUPREMACY, CREAMPIE, FEMALE ORGASM DENIAL, CONTROLLING AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, SEXTAPE. Read with your own consent!

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Every time daddy goes out, I don’t really have things to do at home. I tidy up the kitchen or put on an apron on my naked body to cook something.

It's not like I can sneak off to do anything Daddy forbids anyway. Daddy has put CCTV cameras everywhere in our home. Yes, everywhere, including the bathroom, bedroom, you name it.

For an example, Daddy never allows me to watch the news or even Netflix on TV. If I want to watch something, I will ask Daddy if he would like to turn it on from his phone. I never, ever touch the buttons on the TV remote by myself.

If Daddy is kind enough that day, he usually just turns on our sextape videos as my entertainment while he's gone, to help me learn what I should do better next time he use me.

"Sit your ass on the sofa, pay really good attention to what's going on on the TV." He said before going out, “Look at how you arched your back, how you accept my cock like a cockwhore you are.” His hand stroking my smiling cheeks.

"Thank you for allowing me to watch TV, Daddy," I said with a full smile, even though I can't watch Netflix like I used to back then, I feel thankful that daddy let me watch our sextape in my sparetime like this.

"Hmm, don't you dare to look away. Keep your eyes on the TV. I will check on you through the CCTV." Daddy warned me.

Like a good lil toy, I sat nicely, trying to maintain good posture so I wouldn't make Daddy mad by not following his orders correctly. I don’t want Daddy to catch me slacking off on the CCTV.

Watching how hard daddy fucking me on the video makes me wet and unable to sit still.

I want to touch my pussy, I want daddy to use my hole. But I cant do anything except to open my legs and hump the air since i’m not allowed to have any relief without daddy’s permission.

It gets worse because I'm trying to focus more on the TV instead oftouching myself. Especially when I watch daddy spit in my mouth on television.

"I tremble, trying so hard to keep my hands on my thigh, until not so long until I heard Daddy's voice from the CCTV.

“Babygirl, why don’t you chop some salad instead of being lazy like that.”

I get up immediately. Wanting to thank daddy for taking me out from my horny-ness!

“Yes daddy, can you turn off the tv daddy?” I talk to cctv, knowing daddy can see and hear everything at our home from his phone.

“No need babygirl. Just listen to it while you cook, I will put in on repeat, okay?”

And for almost an hour, I have to listen to our moans and fucking with full volume while Im doing my girlfriend duty in the kitchen.

The wetness in between my legs making it super hard to focus, I have to be extra carefull, not wanting to messed up my work preparing daddy’s meal.

The next thing daddy put on a speaker was a hypnotic audio for me to stay in a goodgirl mindset.

Sometimes Daddy makes me listen to it all day with headphones while he’s home, rendering me helpless without any sense of hearing. If he’s not home, then he will put it on the speaker for me to hear, to absorb into my subconscious.

He want me to make the most of my freetime learning how to be the best girlfriend, and I felt so thankful for that.

He shaped me, molding me into a really obedient toy, taking his time to make me more dependant on him each day.

When the night comes, daddy will continued his training on me by making me kneeling, kissing his feet, listening to what he have to say, telling me what should I do better around the house.

I listen to him in silence, taking mental notes until daddy tell me to get up.

“Get on the bed and open your legs, let me see all of you.”

I assume to the position, smiling to daddy to let him know that I welcomed him to ruin my body happily, today and everyday for the rest of my life.

“Wider!” Daddy slap my thigh fast and hard before I really open my legs into spread-eagle position.

He smirking while doing his daily inspection to my body.

“Why your pussy so wet babygirl?”

I moaned, trying to stay still when daddy put his two finger into my pussy.

“Because I love daddy and i watch our sextape on repeat daddy.”

“Yeah?” daddy preparing his huge cock infront of my pussy without losing eyecontact with me. "But you asked to watch tv, you can't watch anything that doesnt include me in it aren't you?"

"Yes daddy i should not, i'm a taken women, i cant look to anybody but you." i said, agree with daddy's statement.

We look at each other eyes before daddy’s cock start to entering me, I can’t hold my whimper, feeling my hole stretching so hard to accommodate his massive member.

“Look at daddy when he fucks you, you need to see who owns your body, show me you can be a good obedient girlfriend.”

“Daddy… I love you so much, I want to be a goodgirl to you, please train me, mold me, I don’t want to lose you.” I begged, almost crying in my subspace while daddy started to thrusting me hard.

I focus to make my pussy tighter for his cock. I know daddy hate it if I take my attention from him to focus on my pleasure, so, I do anything I can to show him that I only care about his orgasm, not mine.

“I know babygirl, I know…” He stroke my cheeks, and went to hold my two hands, securing it above my head.

“Ahhh… daddy.”

Daddy always come when he wanted to and I have no say about it.

I only come if daddy allowed me. That’s how a girl should act.

Tonight, as always, daddy filled me with his warmcream, he keep pumping his cum into my small pussy for the rest of the night, making me his dumcump like i born to be.

I just have to offer him my pussy until he finish, soak his cum dutifully into my womb, and express my unconditional love for him until he satisfied with me and choose to sleep hugging me.

Before that, he said, “I have a new rules for you tomorrow.” when I clean his dick with my mouth to ended our session tonight.

I nod happily, unable to wait to learn what the rules are about.

(what kink should i put for part three??)

I have a sick idea

There are so-called social houses, which are big old halls with rows of mattresses lying on the floor.

Poor girls who need some money can lie there naked and spread their legs. They earn a bit of money for that.

Others are allowed to fuck freely right away.

Admission is free and open to everyone, the social centres are financed by the city

It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon and Samantha had decided to go for a walk in the park near her apartment. It was really more of a nature reserve than a typical park with rock walls for climbing, a river with small non motorized boat launched, and lots of hiking trails. It was a relaxing atmosphere and just what Samantha needed after a long stressful week at work. Actually what she needed at that particular moment was a bathroom. Luckily, the park was big and popular enough that the city had installed a number of bathroom buildings.

The building was a typical public bathroom building, a large square divided into four individual rooms holding a toilet and a sink. Nothing fancy, just enough to get the job done and be on your way.

Or at least that’s what Samanatha expected to find when she entered the room. What she actually found was similar to what she thought but with a few extras that confused her at first . The first thing she noticed was the long steel bar with four cuffs bolted above the toilet. The second thing was that she had to lift a lid to sit down and use the toilet. Neither feature was common in public restrooms that she had used all her life. As she sat to pee she noticed a third peculiar item in the restroom, a machine hung on the wall across from her by the door. Looking at it for a long moment she realized that it was selling different types of condoms.

That’s when she realized it was a sex room. A throwback to the beginning of the freeuse movement in the country. They were installed in bathrooms and other semi private rooms to act as a bridge for those too shy to have sex in public. She’d never actually seen one before let alone used one, but had always been fascinated by them. She’d heard stories that when they first showed up there would be lines around blocks to use the person within.

As Samantha washed her hands, she fantasized about what it was like in those early days of the movement. And what it would have been like to be used in one these rooms. To be sat on the toilet naked, arms and legs tied above her head, her holes exposed for hours, being used by any number of individuals.

She stared at the restraints for a moment considering her options. While the rooms weren’t common anymore, everyone knew what they were and the park was rather busy that day. She shuddered and quickly decided she wanted to try it out.

She stripped down and put her clothes off to the side before propping the door open. Sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, she put one ankle in the furthest restraint and then the other, exposing her pussy and anus to the door and anyone who passed by.

She was contemplating how to get her hands into the the restraints when someone stepped into the room. Samantha was surprised to see a pretty blond woman with bright green eyes. The woman gave her a warm smile while walking up to her to run a hand through the tuft of coarse pubic hair at the top of her slit.

“I can strap you in.” she said, “ you get out by pushing your wrists against the sides closest to your legs.”

“Thank you.” Samantha replied as the lady snapped the wrist cuffs into place.

“Of course.” the woman said happily.

The woman trailed a hand down Samantha’s body bypassing her breasts and going down to her sex. She traced down her slit, dipping slightly into her opening. “You’re an eager one aren’t you?” she commented, noting the slickness that had already gathered in her pussy.

“What can I say, I like having se…ah!” Samanatha cried out in surprise as a slap rang through the air. She hadn’t expected the woman to slap her pussy.

The woman chuckled, raising her hand and bringing it down for a second solid slap causing Samantha to cry out again. She jerked in her restraints as the woman caressed her stinging red flesh.

“Well have fun hun. Looks like you’ve got some interest already.” the woman said, bring her hand down one more time before turning and walking past the man standing at the door stroking his cock.

“Ah!” Samantha cried, before stammering a ‘thank you’ at the woman’s retreating form.

The man stepped fully into the room and led his cock straight into her wet pussy.

“Oh….yes…” Samantha groaned as he started thrusting. His thrusts were erratic and hit all over the place, bouncing her back and forth in her restraints.

He came quickly, cumming inside her, flooding her passage with warmth and making her shudder. He pulled out and tucked himself away. As he walked out another walked in.

The new guy pulled his shirt up and his pants partially down his butt, just enough to get his long cock out and slid it into her cum soaked hole. The groaned in unison as he hit her cervix. He started pumping slowly, building up a steady rhythm, hitting her cervix with every thrust, pulling loud panting ‘ahs’ from Samantha.

He came inside her and when he pulled out a flood of cum followed his cock spilling down her pussy and over her asshole.

He also walked away without a word, leaving Samantha tied up in the warm air shaking and panting. She sat there like that for a few moments, slowly coming down from her sex induced high when a third man showed up.

The man stood in the doorway for a while observing Samanatha. His gaze focused on her cum covered pussy and ass before meeting her eyes. He gave her a wicked smile that caused her heart to stutter and her breath to catch.

“Well well, look at you all tied up and ready for abuse.” he drawled walking toward her. He stopped just before touching the toilet and crossed his arms, regarding her again.

“Do you do rought?” He asked, reaching to her and pulling a strand of long red hair from her sweat soaked face to twirl around his finger.

Her pussy spasmed at his question, pushing more cum out of her and down her spread cheeks. “Yes.” she breathed. He flashed that wicked smile again and she swallowed hard.

“Good.” He purred, leaning down, “dirty little whores should always take it rough.”

He roughly grabbed a nipple and squeezed it hard, causing Samantha to cry out in pained pleasure. He tweaked and pulled at the little nub unit it was red and swollen then repeated the process with the other one.

“Gah!!” she cried when he slapped her boobs, making sure to hit the sensitive nipples.

“Such a dirty little slut.” He said, standing up. “You like being covered in cum, don’t you?”

“...yes…” she groaned, watching him intently.

He ran a finger up along her ass to her pussy, collecting as much of the cooling cum as he could. He then brought the cum covered appendage up to her face and smeared it over her lips before pushing into her mouth where she dutifully licked and sucked at it, cleaning it of the other mens cum.

“Good girl.” He cooed, pulling his finger from her mouth and unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled out his cock, giving it a few pumps before lining up with her entrance.

“Ah! Fuck!” she screamed as he plunged in and set a punishing pace.

He leaned forward, placing a hand around her throat and squeezed. She opened her mouth in an attempt to get more air in her lungs, but failed and just started to drool. Her eyes rolled back as he continued the brutal thrusting.

“Look at me!” he growled, slapping her hard across the face. She complied and met his eyes just as he spat in her face.

Time seemed to stall for Samantha. Nobody had ever spit on her before. It was humiliating and disgusting. And she loved it. “Do it again.” she ground out in between choked gasps. “Spit on me again.”

He let out a bark of laughter before complying and spitting on her again, catching her in the eye this time. He slapped her again and squeezed her neck a little tighter as his thrust became more erratic. Dark spots danced behind her eyes and she barely registered it when he came inside her.

He released her throat as he pulled out and she gasped in a deep breath. Grabbing his cock, he stroked up it, cleaning the mixture of fluids from it and rubbed it over her face. Looking over his shoulder he let out another laugh.

“Looks like you’ve got a bit of a line.” He said, tucking himself away and stepping to the side so she could see the door. Through lidded eyes she could see at least three other guys standing in a line at the door.

As the man walked towards the door, he looked back and gave her a quick wink before striding out.

The first guy in line, or the fourth of the day, didn’t even bother using her. He just jerked off on her stomach and breasts before leaving. He must have been watching for a while because he came quick.

The next guy walked up and gathered as much cum from her body as he could rubbed it all over his own cock until it was slick. He brought the head of his cock to her puckered asshole and pushed in.

“Hennnng!” she cried out as he forced his way into her ass. She loved the feeling of a hard cock pushing into her ass and felt a gush of fluid leave her pussy.

“Ah, hah,...Fuck…yes…” she panted as he fucked her ass. The membrane constricting around him as she attempted to meet his thrusts. Warmth spilled into her colon, causing her to groan with delight and then disappointment as he pulled out.

“Hah!” she gasped as a new cock pushed into her pussy. He gave a few short thrusts before pulling out and sliding into her still spasming asshold. He grabbed her thighs to use as leverage as he pounded into her, stopping occasionally to switch holes before ultimately cumming on her chest.

That was the last one she was able to keep track of. The rest were a blur, some wearing condoms, most not. One had shoved a used condom into her open mouth when he was done at some point.

It was sunset by the time the men stopped coming. She had just enough wherewithal to remember what the woman from the beginning of her adventure had said about getting out of her restraints. She pushed against the restraints on her wrists, sighing in delight when they popped open and she could put her arms down. She quickly undid the ones on her ankles, letting her legs fall to the floor in front of her. She sat there for a moment, letting her aching body relax before pushing herself up to her feet.

“Mmmmm….” she moaned as a gush of cum and grool flowed out of her and dripped down her thighs.

Erotica contains : female orgasm denial, toxic and abusive traits, male supremacy,

This is my third month living with my boyfriend. He is a hardworking man with very dominant traits. He believes in traditional gender roles and demands that I know my place. He expects me to respect him, give him control over my life and body, serve him, worship him, and fear him.

At first, I didn't really understand what he was saying until he explained what he wants and gave me exact orders of what to do at home while he's working.

Of course he's not allowing me to have a job. He said my duty is to be at home, waiting for him to come home, scrubbing the floor, and cooking dinner.

My family is against me when I told them I want to move in with my boyfriend, saying he's abusive and controlling. But I know my boyfriend, I love him, and I want to be the best girlfriend in the world.

So when my boyfriend told me to cut off all of my family, I obeyed, as I always do.

“Your life should be dedicated to me and only me, you don’t need your family anymore.” He said before I moved in

“Yes daddy,” I responded, kneeling at his feet.

“And friends, do you need friends after living with me? Under my authority?”

“No daddy, I don’t need anyone but you.”

"Exactly," he said, seeming proud of his hard work training me all this time. "Now give me your phone. Im not giving you the freedom to communicate with anyone considering that you going to live with me, you don’t need to contact anyone except me, do you?”

I nod, handing him my phone to surrender all of my connection with anyone, choosing to live completely under his control.

He has already taken away my privacy, having access to all the passwords from my phone to my social media since we started dating, that’s how I know he loved me. And now he has taken one step further by deleting all my social media accounts, changing my phone password to something I don’t know, and denying me access to the outside world.

After he finishes, he simply puts my phone on the table and resumes lecturing me.

“From now on, you may feel isolated or bored. Just so you know, it is my goal to make you solely think of me. There's nothing more important than me, and you should feel thankful for my decision to control your life like this.”

“Yes daddy, thankyou for isolating me, you make me feel safe.”

And just like that, I forget what it's like to walk on the street or having lunch with my friends. My days consist of serving my superior boyfriend, being the vessel of his pleasure, having no clue about the outside world.

I even forget about the date and time since he never puts a calendar or clock inside our house.

He likes to shut me up whenever I ask about dates, often giving me incorrect day or even year everytime I asked, leaving me with no sense of time.

My duty is just to cook and clean, spread my legs, offer him my pussy or ass, suck and gag on his dick, cum only if he allows.

He actually doesn’t like me cum.

He said I have to find pleasure by pleasuring him.

I have to focus on his pleasure instead of focus on mine. I don’t need to cum because he is the source of my pleasure. Touching myself of trying to cum is the same thing as cheating according to him.

And I agree.

Why should I cum when I can clench my pussy to make his cock feel better?

Why should I try to cum when I can smile, reciting my lovewords and kissing his face while he pound me as hard as he want? I have to show him how much I love him while he destroyed my pussy, that’s what a goodgirl do.

Wet and dripping is my constant state as his girl.

“When was the last time you cum?” He asked while fucking me in missionary, putting his weight on me, making me struggling to breathe yet all I do is hug him and say ‘I love you’ to him over and over.

“I don’t know daddy, I don’t remember.” I answered with genuine smile on my face.

“Do you even remember how it feels?” he smirked.

“No daddy, I don’t.”

“Yeah, I used your pussy for me to cum, not you. Remember it!”

I nod, making soft little whimper that he enjoys so much.

“My pussy is for daddy to use, to pleasure your cock and for you to leave cum in it daddy. I can’t touch it without your permission because it’s not mine. It’s yours”

My daddy moves even harder, grunting in my ears about how he owns me.

“You are my whore, serve me, obey me!” said daddy in between his thrust.

I feel so horny even though my pussy feel so sore, I don’t want to focus on that sensation on my pussy so I recite my mantra to avoid cumming, “Goodgirl don’t cum, goodgirl obey.” While smiling to daddy and caress his huge biceps.

Don’t want to ruin our sacred ritual by me cumming. I have to give daddy the best sex ever because this is my life purpose.

My main reason to live.

After spending my time all day bored and staring at the wall, I finally can be useful for daddy use at night.

Daddy also never allows me to wash his cum in my pussy after he finished. He said its for reminding me who owns my pussy.

I just accept and trying so hard to keep his precious cum in me while cleaning his dick, daddy needs me to be silence at this so I didn’t make noise licking his dick clean.

Sometimes daddy instruct me to lick his asshole and leave my tounge inside his ass until we both fall asleep.

I really love how affectionate daddy to me!

(I will write part two very soon, so follow me!)