Chapter 1
After the law was proposed, it passed shockingly quickly. Practically-guaranteed sex was a sure winner with a surprising number of people. It was a mere five days from when the Fairly Regulating Equitable Enjoyment and Under-Satisfaction Elimination (FREE USE) Act was introduced in the Senate until it was signed by the President.
Anyone could now sign up to be a publicly available toy, with pay from the government for every hour they spend servicing someone, plus a bonus for each person they serve.
I woke up, yawned, and threw on a bathrobe, joining my roommate Mike for coffee and breakfast. He was scrolling on his phone as he ate some toast.
“Morning, Narmin,” he said, sounding annoyed.
“What’s up?”
“That sexist act just got signed.” He sighed.
“Eh, I dunno—it’s not like it’s only women that can sign up. Plus, everyone has a choice as to whether to sign up. Plus, it’s on top of your basic income so there’s not even coercion!”
He looked up from his phone at me. “Oh come on, Narmin. You know what those politicians were thinking when they voted for it.” He paused, looking at me. “Wait, you seem almost…happy right now. Don’t tell me you think this is good?”
“Well…” I blushed, looking down slightly.“Wait, it’s even more than that, isn’t it?” he said, with a quite different look suddenly in his eyes.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, not convincing him any more than I was convincing myself. He raised a single eyebrow. I shifted in my chair, trying not to meet his eyes.
“Maybe I’m wrong. But I don’t think so,” he said firmly. He put his phone down on the table. His eyes looked… I can’t explain how, but predatory. I swallowed, and couldn’t stop myself from smiling slightly. Mike was hot, certainly, but, well… I’d always thought he was way too hot to be interested in me. L I’d idly fantasized about the things he could do to me, but he had an almost endless succession of girls way hotter than me coming in and out of the apartment, and… I blushed even more deeply.
“I thought so. But I still want to hear you say it.” He reached out and gently cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it to look him in the eyes.
A beat.
“Say it.” His tone changed. It was harder, firmer, more, well… commanding. I felt a sudden need between my legs.
“I … I think I want to sign up for the program,” I mumbled, trying but failing to look away, anywhere but those dark eyes staring directly into my soul.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I want to sign up for the program. I want to be a free use slut,” I said, still looking him in the eyes, as if I physically couldn’t look away. I felt vulnerable, like the fluffy robe around me didn’t exist. I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes. Those gorgeous brownish reddish eyes.
He grinned. “Well, we’d better start getting you ready, hadn’t we?”
I was befuddled. “Ready?”
“For your proficiency exams, of course.”
“What exams?” I had only read the headlines, I didn’t know much more about the bill—no, law now.
He picked up his phone again, and started reading aloud. “Each prospective free use slut will undergo a mandatory 8-hour medical exam and two 8-hour sexual exams. During the medical exam, they’ll be vaccinated against every disease we have a name for and undergo a permanent, but reversible, contraceptive injection, which will also keep them constantly aroused. During the sexual exam, they’ll be tested for everything from deep throating, to anal, to pain tolerance. Overall scores will be displayed to their potential users. Sluts with higher scores will likely get more users, and so bigger bonuses.”
He looked at me again. “If you want to get lots of use, which I very much think a slut like you will…” he paused, eyes running down to my loosely-tied robe, then back to my face. I shifted in my seat. “…then you’ll need lots of practice for those exams. I’m happy to train you, under a few conditions.”
“What conditions?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement, and barely pretending to care what the conditions actually were. He wanted to use me!!
“These will all apply for the next two weeks,” he started. “First, you’ll take vacation from work. Second, you’ll set your alarm 30 minutes earlier than mine and wake me with a blowjob every day. Third, you’ll keep yourself lubed, plugged with dildoes in your pussy and ass, and naked except for your panties. Fourth, you’ll stay on a pillow under my desk while I work, gently and slowly worshipping and warming my cock unless I tell you to stop. Fifth, you’ll call me Sir or Master at all times. Finally, you will obey all of my orders, unless you need to use your safeword, which will be ‘red’.”
My mouth fell open. I hadn’t known he was *this* kinky. I could smell how wet I was, and I was sure he could, too.
“Well?” he asked. “I agree, Master,” I said, untying my robe and slipping it off onto the chair below me.
A slight smile crossed Mike’s face. “Excellent,” he said. “We’ll start now. Finish breakfast, call out of work, and get your ass ready. We’ll start by training that. Skip the dildo, plug, and panties. You won’t need them
“Now? But I—“
He raised an eyebrow an almost-imperceptible fraction of an inch.
“Apparently, I didn’t quite make myself clear when I said you’d obey my commands. We can work on that, too. Now, do what I told you to.”
“Yes, Master.”
I quickly finished breakfast, showered, and shaved my legs and pussy. I went back to my bedroom and started to get dressed before I remembered that I didn’t need—no, wasn’t allowed—to. I looked at myself in the mirror, briefly allowing myself to admire my breasts before remembering that Mike—er, Master—was waiting for me. I grinned to myself, and walked back out of my room to the kitchen.
Mike stood up and walked past me. “Follow,” he said, as though he was used to ordering people around like this, as if it was nothing but another day for him.
“You know, Narmin,” he said, conversationally, “I always thought you were innocent and naive. I can see that wasn’t true, but I still think I might need to break you.” With the last two words, his voice hardened, losing any remaining gentleness.
I quivered and gulped, and followed him into his bedroom. It was tidy, the bed was made, and the only objects out were about half a dozen butt plugs of varying sizes and a paddle.
“On the bed, ass up,” he said, with that same firm voice. I complied silently, and heard him reaching for something on the dresser, but couldn’t see what.
I found out quickly, as I heard a rush of air and felt a sharp stinging on my ass. “Count, and thank me after each strike”
“One. Thank you, Master,” I began.
As I warmed up, he started hitting me harder and harder, until I could barely speak coherently. “Tennnnnn, thannnk youuuu Masterrr.” I felt strangely blissful.
Then he started hitting harder, so that it really hurt. “This is because you questioned my orders. Keep counting.”
“Owwww, eleven, thank you Master” I managed to say. He kept going until… “ow! fifteen, thank you Master.”
His voice shifted, became far more gentle. “Good girl. Next time, your punishment will be harder, but you’ve done really well for me, and I think you’ve learned a lesson, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, feeling an overwhelming gratitude. He put down the paddle and laid down on the bed. “Come here,” he said, patting the bed next to him. He put an arm around me and started stroking my hair. I felt at ease. We stayed like that for a few minutes. His voice went back to normal. “Narmin, how are you doing? Is there anything I can get you? You don’t need to call me Master now, just Mike.” I looked him in the eyes. “I’m good, Mike. That was really really nice. Maybe some water?”
“Of course, Narmin.” He kissed my forehead, went to the kitchen, and came back with two glasses of water, handing one to me.
“Take your time, drink water, and remember to breathe deeply,” he said, in a calming voice. “And no rush, but when you are ready to resume your training, tell me.”
I sipped some water. “Honestly… I could start now… Master,” I replied, looking meekly at his chest and slightly smiling.
He grinned. “Such an eager toy, aren’t you? I can see why you want to be a free use whore. Get on all fours again, ass up.”
He stood up, and I followed his order.
I heard a bottle opening, and a squirt of something, then felt something very cold touch my ass.
“Do your best to relax, whore,” he whispered to me, before sliding a finger into me. I’d thought about anal before, but I’d never done it. I felt him pushing in, felt some pain, and then… wow. It felt so great to be filled there. He rotated his finger around, stretching me gently, then slid back and pushed a second finger in. This time, there was no pain. It just felt amazing, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly.
He chuckled, removed his hand, and … pushed it back in with what must have been a third finger. I was very relaxed at this point and moaned like… well, like the whore that I am.
“Such a good fucktoy,” he murmured, before actually removing his hand, walking over to the dresser, and returning with what had to be one of the plugs.
“You’re quite flexible, so I’m going to start you with the third-biggest.”
He squirted some more lube onto it, and gently started pushing it in. It was too much, I … I didn’t think I could take it! I couldn’t help but say, “ow, ow, o—ooooooh” as he slid it into me. He gently tapped my ass with his hand.
“Good whore. We’ll leave that in until lunch. In the meantime, I want to test your mouth.”
He put down a pillow on the ground and gestured at it. He didn’t have to say what he wanted for me to guess. I knelt on it and opened my mouth.
“Since this is my first time testing you, I’m starting slowly. Go at your own pace.”
I licked my lips. Cum always tastes amazing, and I couldn’t wait to get his.
I started by licking his balls, then gently moved to the base of his cock and licked all the way up until the tip, lingering there and making eye contact. He moaned, and stroked my hair gently. I opened my mouth and slid him into me slowly, letting my tongue move side to side as I did. I started to gag, and got maybe three fourths of his dick in me before it was too much, so I stopped and held it there, focusing on my breathing and trying to swallow my spit. I held it, and then came up for air.
“Fuck,” he said, as I swirled my tongue on his tip again.
“Good,” he said, firmly grabbing my hair, “now I know how far to push you to start.”
He put a few fingers around his cock, just to where I had to stop, and pushed my head down onto him. My eyes widened. I’d never been face fucked before. But his trick worked. I gagged, but it wasn’t too much. And he was fucking my face like a pussy. I could feel how wet I was getting, and without even thinking about it started moaning louder and louder. I fell into a rhythm, quickly breathing when he pulled my head back, and swallowing saliva and precum as often as I could.
I lost all notion of the passage of time. It could have been 5 minutes, or 50. There was nothing but my mouth, and his cock. I was in heaven.
Eventually, I felt him stiffening more, and knew what was about to happen—or so I thought. He pulled me off of him and started stroking himself. Before long, I felt thick ropes of cum landing on my face and tits. It somehow felt… right. He came for what had to have been thirty seconds, then said, “clean me.”
I leaned forward and licked his cock, very gently, until there was no more cum on it. He grabbed a phone, and took a picture of me. “This is to remind you of your place. Let the cum dry on you.”
I think I’m going to like the free use program, if it’s anything like this.
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