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"...and you can see our year-over-year engagement on this campaign...oh...mmphh..." Nicole's eyes go wide and she freezes in the middle of her sentence. Her lips slightly parted as she stares into her camera. The Lush 3 remote vibrator had started humming in her panties.
"Nicole, everything okay?" Don, Nicole's boss, asks.
She breathes in and shakes off the sensation. As long as the boys kept to the rules she'd only need to deal with the distraction for a full minute. "N-No, Don, s-sorry, I just lost my...um...metrics tab. Let me just...uh...find it." She makes like she's searching as she waits for the time to pass. Trying her best to control and hide her arousal. Sure enough, the buzzing between her legs quickly subsides and Nicole inhales. Oh, how she wished they could do these meetings with the camera off. "Ah, here it is," she says composing herself and continuing her report on social metrics.
Once the call finishes she breathes a sigh of relief. Turning from her work laptop to her personal laptop she opens Discord. "Bad timing!' she types. "Who has control today?"
GoldenOwlPellet: "That would be me. I won the auction. Where did I catch you?"
WhoreFromHome: "In the middle of my monthly metrics reporting. Literally in the middle. I gasped and froze."
MrKnight696: "Hot. Do you think anyone knew?"
WhoreFromHome: "No. But I'm questioning this rule."
GoldenOwlPellet: "Yeah, one minute is definitely too short. You should give us two."
WhoreFromHome: "I wouldn't be able to fake it that long. You're lucky I even give you guys access when I'm in meetings!"
MrKnight696: "You love it."
WhoreFromHome: "Yeah. I admit it."
GoldenOwlPellet: "Annnnndddd...according to your calendar your meeting block just ended so the one-minute restriction is over."
The Lush 3 starts buzzing. Nicole, no longer on camera in front of her employees, releases a loud groan.
WhoreFromHome: "Oh, fuck, but I have so much work to do."
MrKnight696: "We've got you covered, slut. Strip and go on camera."
WhoreFromHome: "Yes Masters."
And she did. For the next hour, Nicole followed all of the instructions of the users who filtered into the chat room to play with their favorite Discord slut. As usual, they voted to determine how to use her which resulted in a full hour of edging while pumping her favorite butt plug in and out of her ass.
This was how she spent most of her days over the last few months, but it started innocently enough.
Before the pandemic sent everyone home Nicole would spend a little bit of time in an online kinky forum. She only dabbled a bit in some of the online challenges and was always reluctant to show her face or body. However, once her company decided on embracing a work from home policy she found she had more free time. Living alone she found comfort in the online friends she made in the group. Over time she opened up and became more daring. Eventually, she went as far as showing her body for assignments and finally her head but masked.
She was game to do most things. It excited her to essentially submit to the whims of these internet strangers. That willingness caught the eye of a small contingent in the forum who had a private Discord channel called 'Nuclear Option.' Nicole was hesitant when she was first presented with the requirements to join. Essentially, everyone who signed up had to provide personal information that could be used as blackmail. This was called 'insurance.' If any single member violated the trust of the group that member's personal information would be released to friends, family, and workplaces.
The theory was that this system provided security so the group members could be more open with tasks. Nicole accepted and submitted her info. Soon she was showing her face and doing increasingly humiliating tasks. She loved it. As the weeks went on the group encouraged her to do more. A couple of the members were graphic designers and one was a copyeditor. To help free up Nicole's time so she could live out her dream of being a Free Use Slut they started helping her complete some of her work duties. The result was some of the best work Nicole had ever produced at her job. She spent about four hours per day doing actual work and the rest being digitally used by the group.
One of the tasks she had received from the group was for a different member to have control of her remote vibrator each day. The most recent adjustment to that task was giving the group access to her work calendar. It came with the stipulation that the vibrator could be turned on for no more than one minute during her scheduled meetings.
WhoreFromHome: "Okay, that was fun and I'm happily on edge, but I really need to focus a bit. May I do some work, Masters?"
The group never said 'no.' Nobody wanted Nicole to lose her job, but they all liked the theater. To make it extra dramatic there was an unspoken agreement that GoldenOwlPellet would also vote "no" so it was never unanimous. As usual, the vote was 94% that Nicole could return to work.
The first thing she saw when she turned back to her work laptop was an all-company message from the CEO. The content made Nicole's heart sink. At the end of the month, in 25 days, all team members would be required to return to the office for a minimum of four days per week. Nicole never imagined this day would arrive. Everything she'd built her personality around over the last two years would be upended. She started to sob. She forwarded the email to her personal account, turned to her personal laptop, and posted the email from her CEO in the group chat.
WhoreFromHome: "I'm devastated. It's over."
BettyHeartsJughead: "Oh no! My sister in slutdom. I'll miss you!"
MrKnight696: "We'll still get you on nights and weekends, right? And maybe that one day off per week could be spent with us."
WhoreFromHome: "True. And I'll be around as much as I can Betty."
ReverandBlueJeans: "In that case, you're running out of time. We need to help you live your biggest fantasy."
GoldenOwlPellet: "Look who decided to stop lurking."
WhoreFromHome: "What's that? All of you already help me."
ReverandBlueJeans: "I lurk to make sure everyone's goals are being met. WFH has not met her goals."
The account posts a screenshot of Nicole's entrance application. One part everyone needs to fill out is "what fantasy can this group help you achieve." That's the part ReverandBlueJeans posts for everyone to see.
She reads her own words from months ago. Those words explain how her biggest hope and dream is that being a free-use slut could go beyond being simply digital. At some point, she dreamed of spending a week or maybe more without the option to say no to someone. In her darkest fantasy it would be multiple people, but what she wanted from the group was to help her get brave enough to open the option up to at least one person. She bit her lip while reading her words and her fingers traced down between her legs. It was true she enjoyed the time with her Discord group but she still hadn't worked up the bravery to do these things with someone offline.
BettyHeartsJughead: "We discussed this way back when she joined. No one lives close enough to help. I think GoldenOwlPellet is six hours way, right, but your wife wouldn't allow it."
GoldenOwlPellet posts a sad face. "I said it then and I repeat it now. I would put in money to fly someone to Nicole or fly Nicole to someone. As long as everything is documented for the group."
WhoreFromHome: "Sure, but I can't just go on vacation with so little notice."
Racer5XXX: "You can work from anywhere, right?"
WhoreFromHome: "Yessss..."
ReverandBlueJeans: "Who says it needs to be one of us? If you're truly free use couldn't it be some stranger who has access to your apartment?"
BettyHeartsJughead: "That sounds way too dangerous."
Nicole watches the conversation about how to help her become a free-use slut unfold. She can't help but masturbate.
ReverandBlueJeans: "We can do the hard work of finding and vetting someone. Give them some rules - like WFH can't be used when her calendar blocks are on (again, preserving her job). Once we're okay with the candidate we let WFH know to expect the unexpected. She only needs to know when to leave her door unlocked and...if it's a more than one-time thing...a key for future visits."
Nicole finally pulls herself together enough to stop masturbating. It's an exciting idea, but she's scared.
WhoreFromHome: "I don't know. Maybe we should drop it."
GoldenOwlPellet: "I'm not sure a free use slut gets to decide her own fate."
MrKnight696: "GOP is correct. They don't."
BettyHeartsJughead: "Guys, come on. She said drop it."
The excitement of the situation and her deepening arousal wears down her logical brain. There's a long pause but finally, Nicole replies: "Fine, but it needs to be put up for a vote with enough time for the whole group to participate. One of you flying to me, me flying to one of you, or...a local stranger."
GoldenOwlPellet: "what about multiple strangers?"
ReverandBlueJeans: "We'll start with one - if that's what the group chooses."
BettyHeartsJughead: "Are you sure you want to do this?"
WhoreFromHome: "Yes. I think I am."
ReverandBlueJeans: "Settled. I'll put the first poll together."
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Gay MaleI’ve already told you about the first time I watched my wife being fucked. That was by my boss when I was based in Europe, after a fairly drunken evening. She had no recollection of the incident the next morning. Actually that’s not quite correct, she knew she had been fucked but assumed it was by me. We spent several years in Europe but she stayed fairly frigid, only really fuckable when drunk. I then got transferred to our Nairobi office. I should really have declined the posting...
Harry’s life as a Phyllis’s houseboy had turned out to be better than the situation of many of his contemporaries. A sponsored male in New Order Britain wasn’t under the sort of constant surveillance, harassment, and suspicion of subversion that un-sponsored males had to put up with. And besides, Phyllis had turned out to be a reasonable sponsor. The dream at school had been to be picked out as some girl’s life-partner but, realistically, that didn’t happen to more than a handful of men....
We’ll need a little genealogy: My uncle Robert, born in 1935; my mother, 1938; my brother Terry, 1961; me in 1963, and my Jeremy, 1986, and Rochelle, the year following. Jeremy says the odds of three generations being boy-girl are 1:64. I didn’t learn anything that interesting when I took biology from Mrs. Thornton, though I read about this lady who had nine daughters in a row. I’ll bet the last one never got a new anything. So here are three pairs of siblings in our family tree, one line per...
He became tempted by an old Light house on the south west coast of England which was going up for sale by auction. Being the only person at the auction who was willing to commit to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition. Using money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his heart filled project converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the...
THE LIGHTHOUSE TOP OF THE LIGHTHOUSE By Wolff ?2006 Wolfwerks She was obsessed with the old lighthouse. She did not know if it was its blatant phallic form or the white light on the top ? now extinguished ? or something else, but it held a siren call for her. When she mentioned it would be nice to watch fireworks from it, he said with exasperation, ?You want a lighthouse? I?ll GIVE you a lighthouse AND fireworks. Oh yes!? Oh the Fourth of July, at dusk, he made her drive them to the...
They say that time changes everything, and that people move on. But, do they really move on, or do they just set things aside and allow themselves to be okay with it? Was I okay with setting things aside and completely moving on, once and for all? ___________ “He is what?” I said, almost enraged by what I was hearing. “What do you mean ‘Henry is getting married.’ He can’t be getting married.” I flung myself down on to my over sized black leather sofa and crossed my legs. I shook the leg...
IncestAngelica scrambled up the tree, hugging the trunk between her thighs as she reached for one of the top branches. Deftly, like the thousands of times she had done it before, she pulled herself up into the little treehouse before anyone could spy her outfit. Angelica was eighteen and enrolled at one of the city's most prestigious all-girls Catholic high school for her final year. Next year she would be off at university, but until then she was living at home, under the watchful eye of her...
Anal"Well, that certainly was a unique experience!" said Bob. He and his friends, Kim, Heather, Sarah, and Jack had just witnessed from the vantagepoint of Bob's old treehouse some passionate lovemaking by his next door neighbors, the Smiths. The dim light of a lamp in the lower level of Bob's palatial hiding place in the leaves illuminated all their faces. Each glowed with perspiration from the experience of watching. They sat for a long time in silence each wondering if the sexual tension...