Sorry for the (very) long delay, it has been.... quite a year, between moving and a hospital stay, among other things (I'm fine now). Let's get back in to Sarah's free use story!

Chapter 5 (or, if you don't want to use the app, old.reddit link). There's some amount of context from the last chapter especially.

I fell asleep, and was woken by Mike grabbing my face. “You have one more person left to make cum for your punishment, and I’m not planning to make it easy for you. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded, barely able to move my face with the force of his grip. He rolled me onto my back and straddled my chest, putting his cock right in my face. I looked at it, still eager for more even after all of the people I had served already that day. 

He saw the desire in my eyes, and softly chuckled, before quickly shoving himself into my mouth. He moaned and left it there, unmoving, as it started to harden. When it was hard, he backed off a little, and said “breathe” in that delightfully imperious voice of his. I took as deep a breath as I could, before he shoved back into my mouth and pinched my nose.

My eyes widened. This wasn’t anything like the others. As he continued to hold his cock in place and keep my nose closed, I began to feel real fear, more than even when I’d had a half dozen strangers using my face and hands. I started to moan protests.

“Tap my leg if you need to safeword,” he said. To my surprise, I didn’t feel any desire to.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only 20 seconds, he released my nose and pulled out. I gasped for air and swallowed as much as I could before he shoved in again and pinched my nose again. 

He must have repeated this pattern a dozen times. This wasn’t anything like the other face fuckings. I’d very much enjoyed those, I had felt in my element. Now I was uncertain. Out of control. Afraid.

Eventually, he said, “good, you’re getting used to it,” and pinched my nose again. This time, he didn’t just hold his cock in place, but started pushing it deeper, alternately crushing my nose against his pelvis and pulling back just barely enough that I could swallow, but still only letting me breathe occasionally. 

I found I had to focus really hard on breathing at first, but eventually I found the rhythm. 

I had no idea how much time was passing. There was nothing but his cock, the desire to breathe, his cock, the desire to breathe…

Eventually, I felt him stiffen even more. In my almost hypnotic state it didn’t occur to me what that meant until I felt him pulse and a warm liquid filled my mouth and throat. He held my nose until I swallowed, and then released me, and gradually eased his cock out.

I breathed deeply, almost missing the pattern I had so gotten used to. Mike lay down next to me and gently stroked my hair as I came up out of subspace.

Once I was more alert, he handed me a glass of water, which I eagerly drank.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir. I cannot cum without permission, and as a free use slut I exist primarily for other people’s pleasure.”

“That’s right,” he said softly, and gently kissed my forehead.

“Why don’t you go take a nice shower? You’ve certainly earned it. But remember, no touching yourself, and certainly no cumming.”

I smiled, and nodded, “that sounds lovely.”

I lazily walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to a perfect warm temperature, and luxuriated in the shower for a long time.

I could not wait to start my official free use slut life. Getting to do this out of the house, with anyone who wanted… my thoughts drifted, and I nearly touched myself before remembering that I was not allowed to. 

I felt full of warmth and pride as I toweled off, and as I left the bathroom I saw a notification. “There is a new opening for your FREE USE Act evaluation tomorrow. Would you like to accept this slot?” 

My heart jumped into my throat, and I knew I’d have to ask Mike, who looked up as I came into my bedroom, and asked, “pizza for dinner?” I nodded. We could talk about the appointment over dinner.