u/AxelVores

Here's a little story dedicated to women who are just discovering their dominant side. Us good boys appreciate you and are always eager to help you find your confidence. Welcome to this exciting world, grab yourself a good boy and enjoy yourself!

I welcome all feedback, including respectful criticism. I would be especially grateful for any pointers on writing realistic female characters as I have this semi-irrational fear of coming across as cheesy.

I hope you enjoy the story.

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"Free Use is a type of dynamic where one person can use their partner however, whenever, and wherever they want."

Annie swallowed and fidgeted on her office chair as she took in the definition on the screen in front of her. She suspected but wasn't completely sure what her boyfriend and, ever since they decided to spice up their sex life a couple of weeks back, her good boy meant. She couldn't get it out of her head since last night when she asked him to eat her out and he replied that she doesn't need to ask every time because he was her "free use slut."

Annie closed the incognito window and looked around the office to make sure nobody saw her doing her "research" on work computer. It was end of the day and her coworkers seemed only to be concerned with finishing up, getting out of there and back to their lives. No one was paying attention to her. She gathered her things and headed out of the office building and toward her car lost in thought.

A "free use slut" he called himself. She felt guilty about thinking about him as a slut. It felt like she was demeaning him and yet at the same time it was waking up something inside of her. Was it really more demeaning than the other games they played? Like the time she led him around on a leash like an obedient little puppy?

Smiling at the memory, she got in her car and started driving home. Free use. The words implied something impersonal - just her using him for her pleasure. Could she actually do it? To just take what she wanted? A primal desire was rising inside her. It did sound pretty hot. She was going to do it, she decided. She was not going to ask for permission. He already gave her, what was that website called it? Blanket consent? He should be home by now. She is going to just walk up to him and claim her pleasure and he will just have to take it. Serves him right for encouraging her to be more assertive!

Yet as she pulled into driveway doubts started surfacing in her mind. What if she is crossing a line here and he is not going to like it? She was afraid she would take things too far and ruin what they have. But no, he practically asked for it. She had to stop second-guessing herself and trust that she understood him right. But what if she can't be confident and makes it awkward instead? She suddenly felt like that shy girl she was when they just started dating.

She found herself standing in front of her door trying to steel her nerves. Be brave, Annie, you want it, he wants it. Just walk in, say nothing and make him eat you out like he has done thousand times before. And if there's any degree of misunderstanding, he has his safe word. Funny how it was supposed to make it safe for him but now instead it made her feel safer about acting on her desire. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She heard Alex cutting something the kitchen. He loved cooking for her when he happened to come home before her. She quietly closed the front door so he wouldn't hear her, slipped her panties down her legs from under the hem of her sundress leaving them on the floor and snuck into the kitchen behind him. Just walk up to him and...

He must have heard something as he turned around and smiled at seeing her standing there biting her lip nervously.

"Miss Annie?" she loved the way he called her that, so respectfully, so gently, so reverently. Lost in his eyes she stepped up to him involuntarily. More than anything she wanted to kiss him, their lips just an inch apart.

Focus, Annie, remember why you are here. You are not here to make love to your boyfriend or even to play with your pet. Not this time. You are here to use your handsome slut - no seduction, no asking, just take what's yours. Don't you dare chicken out now.

A small half-nervous, half-aroused breath escaped her parted lips. She denied herself that urge to kiss him, instead bringing up her hands to his shoulders and pushing him down while searching his eyes for any indication that she's overstepping some boundary. His eyes went wide for a split second before softening as a gentle smile took over his face. Following her lead he got down on his knees and looked up at her adoringly.

Using one hand she lifted up the skirt of her dress and grabbed a hold of his hair with the other one. A small whimper escaped his throat. Annie held him in place for just a second still looking into his eyes, giving him an opportunity to back out if this was too much. Instead he stared up at her with a look of a complete devotion. She loved that look, it made her feel powerful, made her forget her doubts, made her believe that she truly deserved the pleasure she was about to take from him. It aroused her to no end.

Bringing his face against her pussy she shuddered at the sensations as his tongue found its way between her wet folds. While she loved the intimacy of looking into his eyes as he pleasured her with his tongue, right then she didn't want to be intimate. She wanted something raw. Still holding him by his hair, she let the skirt of her dress cover his head.

Alex lapped at her hungrily as she established the rhythm she wanted by guiding his head with her hand. She lost herself in the pleasure of her boyfriend's... no, her slut's tongue. Just thinking of him that way intensified her lust. Never before she felt so strong, so in control. She tightened her fingers in his hair and, holding him firmly in place, started grinding her pussy against his mouth. She felt him moan against her lost in his own passion. He makes such an agreeable toy. His mouth is so delightful to use.

Annie was getting close now. Feeling daring she stepped forward pinning his head between her crotch and the kitchen cabinet and resumed her grinding against his face. Oh god, she realized, she was literally fucking her perfect little slut's face. That thought and the feeling of ultimate power over him it caused brought her over the edge. Take it! Take it, my beautiful slut, she thought as her body exploded in a powerful orgasm. Tremors took over her body. She had to let go of his head and lean against the counter before her legs collapsed under her. Thankfully, the ever dutiful man between her legs held her up with his arms best he could while continuing to lick diligently as she trembled against him moaning in pleasure.

Finally, her shaking slowed to small quivers and her moans turned into little whimpers as the avalanche of an orgasm finally subsided into occasional pleasant aftershocks. His now leisurely moving tongue felt too much against her suddenly too sensitive little button so she gently pushed him away and stepped back still leaning against the counter, catching her breath and feeling a bit dizzy from what just happened.

Once again Annie could see Alex's face, no longer covered by her dress but instead glistening with her arousal. And then there was that ear to ear grin on it. Silly man, she basically took advantage of him and all he can do in response is grin. She tried to stay in control and resist grinning back at him. Failing that she pushed his face away playfully, turned around and started for their bedroom unable to stop smiling.

She needed to take a few minutes to process what just happened. But first... she stopped. Well, it wouldn't hurt. She turned around and rushed back to her boyfriend who was just now getting back on his feet again. Before he knew what was happening, she wrapped herself around him and gave him a deep passionate kiss pouring all her gratitude and appreciation into it, her body pressed into him. She tasted herself on his lips and did not care. She finally pulled away, beamed her most radiant happy smile at the smitten expression on his face and scampered away toward their room.

Closing the door behind her and leaning against it Annie couldn't stop grinning. It was so nerve-wrecking but so exhilarating at the same time. She could hardly believe that she actually did that. She couldn't help but to shake in elation and a little involuntary excited squeal escaped her throat. She put her hand over her mouth and listened. She hoped he didn't hear that. When she didn't hear anything back she chucked to herself and let herself slide to the floor once again absorbed by her thoughts.

She wanted the pleasure and she took it from him. And the pleasure wasn't even the point - he never said no to her requests to be eaten out. The point was how empowered this made her feel to... to own him so completely, to have him so available to her whenever and however she wished, to use him like her own personal free use slut.

And the best part? The man was so happy to let her use him like that. How many wonderful roles can one man fill? Alex was already her devoted boyfriend, her best friend, her attentive lover and more recently obedient pet, worshipful slave and just a good boy she could take care of. She supposed she could make some room in there somewhere for Alex the free use slut for when she wanted to feel extra possessive and forceful.

Maybe next time she could be brave enough to say out loud some of those things that went through her head as she enjoyed him. A devious smile spread on her face.

I have never been in a relationship where I was the submissive one. I think I would have tried it much earlier but I always had this misguided impression that 'femdom' meant a woman in latex with a whip and an emotional range that falls somewhere between high school bully and a gulag prison guard which does not turn me on at all.

After discovering this subreddit and some cute pictures and stories I find myself craving something similar. There's plenty of depictions of all kinds of sexy fun on this subreddit but what can a romantic relationship with a gentle domme look like outside the play time?

Honestly, since I've always liked pleasing and taking care of whoever I was with long before I discovered this dynamic, this feels freeing in a sense. In a vanilla relationship I loved being a thoughtful boyfriend but there was always that fear that if I did it too much I'd come across as desperate or a doormat and lose her respect.

So with expectations of what a man should be in a relationship different from the start, it would be so refreshing to be able to do all kinds of nice things for her, both sexual and non-sexual, and to feel appreciated in return. Also allowing myself to be vulnerable and letting her take care of me as well sounds really nice too.

For people who are or have been in such a relationship how much is it different from a normal vanilla relationship? And yes, I know, all couples are different and that it can range from being bedroom exclusive dynamic where both partners are equal outside it all the way to the man spending every moment of his free time serving or waiting to serve his mistress. I also know that there should be a lot of communication about expectations and that I should find someone who has similar tastes.

I am single right now and find myself wanting to belong to my next girlfriend in all kind of ways so I'd love to get a glimpse of what I could possibly expect. Do you spend most of your free time together? What kind of things you do with each other? For men, what sort of non-sexual things do you do for her? For women, how do you take care of your good boys? And also what kind of things do you appreciate the most outside of sexual favors? Do you keep the nature of the relationship completely secret from others or does she take the lead in public (subtly, of course) or do you have a small group of friends that know exactly what the deal between you two is? What is different than what you expected before getting into this? Were there things that ended up being the most fulfilling and better than expected? Were there things that ended up more difficult than expected and took some time adjusting to?

I would appreciate any and all insights on the behind the scenes workings of this completely new to me world.

Hello, I'm new here though I've been lurking for a while.

I've been thinking about what exactly attracts me to the gentle femdom type of relationship and came to the realization that it's not the sexual acts themselves that turn me on so much but the emotions they evoke. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love eating pussy as much as the next guy, for example, and would have plenty opportunity to do it in any vanilla relationship. But when it comes out of place of a complete devotion the whole experience takes on a whole new meaning.

I wrote this story to explore one of my biggest emotional kinks - making her feel powerful. It's about a young woman who is not very confident and is inexperienced at being dominant learning to embrace her assertive side. I'm a little nervous about posting this because I wrote it from her perspective and I currently don't have anyone to proofread it but I felt it would help catch the emotional undertones better this way.

I welcome all feedback, including respectful criticism. I would be especially grateful for any pointers on writing realistic female characters as I have this semi-irrational fear of coming across as cheesy.

I hope you enjoy the story.

~~~

"Free Use is a type of dynamic where one person can use their partner however, whenever, and wherever they want."

Annie swallowed and fidgeted on her office chair as she took in the definition on the screen in front of her. She suspected but wasn't completely sure what her boyfriend and, ever since they decided to spice up their sex life a couple of weeks back, her good boy meant. She couldn't get it out of her head since last night when she asked him to eat her out and he replied that she doesn't need to ask every time because he was her "free use slut."

Annie closed the incognito window and looked around the office to make sure nobody saw her doing her "research" on work computer. It was end of the day and her coworkers seemed only to be concerned with finishing up, getting out of there and back to their lives. No one was paying attention to her. She gathered her things and headed out of the office building and toward her car lost in thought.

A "free use slut" he called himself. She felt guilty about thinking about him as a slut. It felt like she was demeaning him and yet at the same time it was waking up something inside of her. Was it really more demeaning than the other games they played? Like the time she led him around on a leash like an obedient little puppy?

Smiling at the memory, she got in her car and started driving home. Free use. The words implied something impersonal - just her using him for her pleasure. Could she actually do it? To just take what she wanted? A primal desire was rising inside her. It did sound pretty hot. She was going to do it, she decided. She was not going to ask for permission. He already gave her, what was that website called it? Blanket consent? He should be home by now. She is going to just walk up to him and claim her pleasure and he will just have to take it. Serves him right for encouraging her to be more assertive!

Yet as she pulled into driveway doubts started surfacing in her mind. What if she is crossing a line here and he is not going to like it? She was afraid she would take things too far and ruin what they have. But no, he practically asked for it. She had to stop second-guessing herself and trust that she understood him right. But what if she can't be confident and makes it awkward instead? She suddenly felt like that shy girl she was when they just started dating.

She found herself standing in front of her door trying to steel her nerves. Be brave, Annie, you want it, he wants it. Just walk in, say nothing and make him eat you out like he has done thousand times before. And if there's any degree of misunderstanding, he has his safe word. Funny how it was supposed to make it safe for him but now instead it made her feel safer about acting on her desire. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She heard Alex cutting something the kitchen. He loved cooking for her when he happened to come home before her. She quietly closed the front door so he wouldn't hear her, slipped her panties down her legs from under the hem of her sundress leaving them on the floor and snuck into the kitchen behind him. Just walk up to him and...

He must have heard something as he turned around and smiled at seeing her standing there biting her lip nervously.

"Miss Annie?" she loved the way he called her that, so respectfully, so gently, so reverently. Lost in his eyes she stepped up to him involuntarily. More than anything she wanted to kiss him, their lips just an inch apart.

Focus, Annie, remember why you are here. You are not here to make love to your boyfriend or even to play with your pet. Not this time. You are here to use your handsome slut - no seduction, no asking, just take what's yours. Don't you dare chicken out now.

A small half-nervous, half-aroused breath escaped her parted lips. She denied herself that urge to kiss him, instead bringing up her hands to his shoulders and pushing him down while searching his eyes for any indication that she's overstepping some boundary. His eyes went wide for a split second before softening as a gentle smile took over his face. Following her lead he got down on his knees and looked up at her adoringly.

Using one hand she lifted up the skirt of her dress and grabbed a hold of his hair with the other one. A small whimper escaped his throat. Annie held him in place for just a second still looking into his eyes, giving him an opportunity to back out if this was too much. Instead he stared up at her with a look of a complete devotion. She loved that look, it made her feel powerful, made her forget her doubts, made her believe that she truly deserved the pleasure she was about to take from him. It aroused her to no end.

Bringing his face against her pussy she shuddered at the sensations as his tongue found its way between her wet folds. While she loved the intimacy of looking into his eyes as he pleasured her with his tongue, right then she didn't want to be intimate. She wanted something raw. Still holding him by his hair, she let the skirt of her dress cover his head.

Alex lapped at her hungrily as she established the rhythm she wanted by guiding his head with her hand. She lost herself in the pleasure of her boyfriend's... no, her slut's tongue. Just thinking of him that way intensified her lust. Never before she felt so strong, so in control. She tightened her fingers in his hair and, holding him firmly in place, started grinding her pussy against his mouth. She felt him moan against her lost in his own passion. He makes such an agreeable toy. His mouth is so delightful to use.

Annie was getting close now. Feeling daring she stepped forward pinning his head between her crotch and the kitchen cabinet and resumed her grinding against his face. Oh god, she realized, she was literally fucking her perfect little slut's face. That thought and the feeling of ultimate power over him it caused brought her over the edge. Take it! Take it, my beautiful slut, she thought as her body exploded in a powerful orgasm. Tremors took over her body. She had to let go of his head and lean against the counter before her legs collapsed under her. Thankfully, the ever dutiful man between her legs held her up with his arms best he could while continuing to lick diligently as she trembled against him moaning in pleasure.

Finally, her shaking slowed to small quivers and her moans turned into little whimpers as the avalanche of an orgasm finally subsided into occasional pleasant aftershocks. His now leisurely moving tongue felt too much against her suddenly too sensitive little button so she gently pushed him away and stepped back still leaning against the counter, catching her breath and feeling a bit dizzy from what just happened.

Once again Annie could see Alex's face, no longer covered by her dress but instead glistening with her arousal. And then there was that ear to ear grin on it. Silly man, she basically took advantage of him and all he can do in response is grin. She tried to stay in control and resist grinning back at him. Failing that she pushed his face away playfully, turned around and started for their bedroom unable to stop smiling.

She needed to take a few minutes to process what just happened. But first... she stopped. Well, it wouldn't hurt. She turned around and rushed back to her boyfriend who was just now getting back on his feet again. Before he knew what was happening, she wrapped herself around him and gave him a deep passionate kiss pouring all her gratitude and appreciation into it, her body pressed into him. She tasted herself on his lips and did not care. She finally pulled away, beamed her most radiant happy smile at the smitten expression on his face and scampered away toward their room.

Closing the door behind her and leaning against it Annie couldn't stop grinning. It was so nerve-wrecking but so exhilarating at the same time. She could hardly believe that she actually did that. She couldn't help but to shake in elation and a little involuntary excited squeal escaped her throat. She put her hand over her mouth and listened. She hoped he didn't hear that. When she didn't hear anything back she chucked to herself and let herself slide to the floor once again absorbed by her thoughts.

She wanted the pleasure and she took it from him. And the pleasure wasn't even the point - he never said no to her requests to be eaten out. The point was how empowered this made her feel to... to own him so completely, to have him so available to her whenever and however she wished, to use him like her own personal free use slut.

And the best part? The man was so happy to let her use him like that. How many wonderful roles can one man fill? Alex was already her devoted boyfriend, her best friend, her attentive lover and more recently obedient pet, worshipful slave and just a good boy she could take care of. She supposed she could make some room in there somewhere for Alex the free use slut for when she wanted to feel extra possessive and forceful.

Maybe next time she could be brave enough to say out loud some of those things that went through her head as she enjoyed him. A devious smile spread on her face.