Our dynamic is long-term and centers around free-use. The expectations of me are clear and I have willingly agreed to them all. - I am expected to keep up with the housework while you’re at work. - I am expected to please and serve you at all times. - I am expected to be available for use 24/7 (free-use). I am not permitted to dress in a way that would inhibit that (when at home, I must wear short dresses with no bra or panties at all times)

I have spent the day cooking and cleaning. My short dress is black and my exposed cunt has been dripping all day. I haven’t been allowed to cum in 9 days because you enjoy how desperate to please I am when denied. You walk in the door and I greet you happily. “Good evening, sir. Dinner just came out of the oven and is on the table now. I have prepared your drink.”

We sit down for a nice dinner together. After you finish eating, I take the dishes to the kitchen and begin washing them. You come up behind me and slip your hand up my dress. I feel your fingers slide in and you notice how wet I am. You moan a little, and your fingers are quickly replaced with your rock hard cock. I love the free-use aspect of our dynamic. I love that you slide your cock in without asking or waiting to see if I’m in the mood. I love being an object for your use and pleasure. You fuck me hard and quick while I try to finish the dishes. As suddenly as you began fucking me, you stop. You let my dress fall back down and you leave the kitchen. I’m left stunned and wanting, wetness dripping down my legs.

When I finish the dishes, I find you in the living room. I sit down to watch tv with you. A few minutes later, you unzip your pants and your cock springs free. You grab my ponytail without a word and guide my mouth down to your cock. I open willingly, of course. I truly enjoy my free-use commitment. You begin fucking my throat. I love it. You’re driving in hard and fast. My cunt is dripping wet and aching now. I’m sucking you as well as I can, hoping a great performance might inspire you to allow me to cum. After you fuck my throat for awhile, you shove me down hard. Your cock hits the back of my throat and begins to pulse. I feel rope after rope of thick cum slide down my throat. I cough a little but you don’t let up. When you’re fully satisfied, you release my head. I lick up every drop I might have missed. You settle back into the sofa to watch tv. I know better than to ask for an orgasm myself. I serve you better when I am denied. You wrap your arm around me and tell me I’m a good girl. I’m still dripping wet and aching for some attention to my clit, but I’m so happy to be your good girl. I love being your free-use toy.

We go to bed shortly after that and I love falling asleep next to you. I love knowing how relaxed you are feeling after your orgasm. I love comparing it to how pent up and frustrated I feel having been denied for so long. It reminds me that I am your free use toy and I love that.

The next morning - I wake naked as I’m not allowed to wear anything during the night. You require access to my body at all times, even during sleep. I feel you pulling my hand over to your cock. I wake up quickly as I know what’s expected of me. I begin stroking your cock and it quickly hardens. After some leisurely strokes, you whisper sleepily “suck me”. I quickly oblige, taking you deep down my throat. I suck hard and fast as I know you enjoy it. This continues for awhile and then you tell me to stop. “Go ahead and get ready. I’d like an omelet with toast for breakfast. And wait under the table for me.”

I slip into a short blue dress. It’s low cut so you can easily access my tits. I am not allowed bras or panties in the house - it would restrict you from accessing my body so it is not allowed. I rush to make your breakfast and place it on the table with your coffee. I kneel under the table and wait for you.

You sit down a few moments later and your cock is still hard. I begin sucking immediately. This continues until my jaw aches. Then I feel you tense and you put both hands on the back of my head. You push me down hard and your cock hits the back of my throat. I cough and sputter, but you don’t let up. I feel rope after rope of thick cum shoot down the back of my throat. I swallow it all down and lick up any remaining mess. You speak again then: “Good girl. Come have breakfast with me..” I rise and return to the kitchen. I grab my own breakfast and return to the table. I sit next to you and begin to eat.

At this point, my cunt is absolutely dripping with need. I’m aching from being denied. 10 days at this point. But I know better than to ask to cum. I serve you better when I am denied, and you require excellent service.

Then you begin to tell me about your day. “I’ll be home from work around 5:30. We have two other couples coming over for dinner tomorrow night. Take care of the grocery shopping and menu planning today. Don’t forget - both couples are excited by the free-use dynamic in our home. You’ll be serving them dinner and playing hostess, of course. But you’ll also be providing the entertainment. We will discuss this more tonight.”

We haven’t hosted many dinner parties yet, but I am both nervous and excited by the idea! I know that being the entertainment will include everyone being able to use me. I am so hot by the idea, I can feel my clit throbbing. Now I understand why you’re kept me denied so long. You want to make sure I’ll be a desperate submissive mess for your dinner party tomorrow! I love being your free use toy.