Freedom is Slavery

by Louis Friend

  She tasted different than anyone I had ever licked before. I let my tongue explore every fold and nook of her pussy, getting her wetness across my nose and cheeks. I felt her hard clit under my nose and began moving my head up and down, rubbing it, while my tongue went deep into her, tasting her stronger there.

  She grabbed the back of my head and held me in place, her hips thrusting now and her clit harder under me. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around my tongue as I fucked her with my mouth. I could hear her moaning, high and shrill, and gasping every few seconds.

  Just then she started saying, “Oh!” Quietly at first and then louder and in closer succession. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Until it became one long, loud vowel as she bucked hard against me.

  I struggled to keep my tongue and face moving to coax her to completion and perhaps to tease a second orgasm from her. She wasn’t having that, though, and pushed me away, panting for breath.

  She had me crawl up next to her and take one of her nipples in my mouth as she stroked my head. We lay in silence for a short while until she cleared her throat and said, “I have a confession to make.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, around her nipple.

  “It’s something that I don’t tell many people… just a select few that I feel a connection with and want to get closer to.”

  Uh oh. What horrible thing was this going to be?

  “I, uh,” she said, “I drink people’s blood.” When I didn’t react she kept going, “I’m a vampire.”

  Perplexed, I asked her to explain. We had been out in the daylight and I’d seen her eat garlic so maybe she wasn’t the kind of vampire I was used to. It turned out that she had some kind of fetish for blood and taking it was a sign of sincerity. She even had two nasty canine caps made for her. They didn’t pierce the skin but she liked wearing them.

  “Do what you will to me for tonight I am yours and tomorrow I go back home.”

  As if I had just given her a Christmas gift her eyes lit with glee and she grabbed a small silver box from the table next to her mattress. Inside was a small needle, a bottle of alcohol, and a few things I couldn’t discern. She laid me on my back and used the alcohol dropper on my neck where I felt the cool of it on my skin. She then used it on her needle and poised it above me.

  She looked down into my eyes, her vampire teeth showing in her smile, and said, “To feast upon you is an honor.”

  With that, she pricked my neck and waited for the blood to well before lowering her mouth and sucking. It didn’t feel bad… it felt like a long lost lover’s kiss and the sensation put new vigor into my cock. When she was done feeding, she raised back up and smiled at me, licking her lips.

  She saw the newfound hardness in my cock and bent over it. As if it could also give her blood, she started sucking it. I could feel the sharp bite from her canines on my cock and it scared me. The fear made my heart race and between that and the sensations of her mouth my back arched and gave her more liquid nourishment.

  She stopped sucking but kept my cock in her mouth as she lay down between my legs, suckling on me gently. She pulled a blanket across us and she fell asleep with me inside of her. I could feel her teeth scraping against my flaccid flesh as she breathed the deep breath of sleep. A few times in the night I awoke to find her suckling on my hardness but I’m not sure if she was awake or just doing it out of some subconscious need.

  When I awoke the next morning, she was not my vampire or my Domme but back to being my friend. She fixed me breakfast which I hurriedly ate before my run back to my hotel and then to the airport.

  Unfortunately, once I got back to my home town the distance between us came into play and she called our relationship—friendship included—quits. She wanted more of the other stuff and didn’t want any of it with someone hundreds of miles away.

  At least I had one night with my vampire lover and a week of friendship with a stranger to make my New York trip enjoyable.

  Anniversary Present

  My girlfriend, Nancy, and I had been together for a year. Our sex life had always included certain activities that departed from “standard missionary” quite a bit. For our anniversary, I expected a nice dinner and then a romp between the sheets. We’d recently started playing with candles and I hoped that the candles from the cake I had waiting back at the house might spark some ideas.

  I never got a chance that evening to present Nancy with the cake. When we returned to our place after dinner, there was an unfamiliar car in our driveway.

  Seeing the look of confusion on my face, Nancy leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Happy Anniversary! Your present’s inside!” She began bouncing in her seat with elation.

  The front door was unlocked. Inside, the house looked pitch black at first, until my eyes adjusted to the candles that lit our way like a faerie path to our bedroom.

  Knowing of Nancy’s tactile love, I expected a to find a masseuse waiting for us. Imagine my shock when I heard a growling female voice come out of the darkness that told me to strip.

  Nancy took my hand and squeezed it. In the low light I could see her nod at me, glee in her eyes. I began to strip as she did the same. I looked around and, as my eyes continued to adjust, I could make out the luscious figure of a woman clad in a long red robe, stockings, heels, and a bustier. Her face was obscured by a mask, making her look like the “Lone Ranger of Domination.”

  As I looked her over, my eyes met hers and she snapped, “Eyes down!” I complied immediately as I started to slide my pants off.

  Before I even had my socks off, Nancy was already naked. I admired her pert posterior which she wiggled in anticipation. Once I had joined her, the mystery woman addressed us again.

  “I am Lady Judy. And, tonight, you’re my entertainment.” She relayed a brief list of ground rules before putting a small pile of clothes in front of us and told us to put them on. I found that I had a pair of well-fitted black lace panties while Nancy pulled on her male briefs. She looked absolutely adorable in her tighty whiteys. With her trim figure, the curves of her hip bones looked lovely under the rough ribbed material. Meanwhile, my private parts were ensconced in soft lace and I felt the blood rushing to fill the front of them with my engorging cock.

  “Tonight’s fun is brought to us by role reversals,” Lady Judy said as she approached us. She traced a fingernail across my chest as she dubbed me ‘Nancy’ and my girlfriend ‘Louis.’ She had us get up onto the bed, on our knees, facing each other.

  Completely in control of us, she had “Louis” reach out to touch me. My skin goose bumped, despite it being my girlfriend’s familiar fingers caressing me.

  Then it was my turn. I was told to run my hands over her arms, across her cheeks, down her chest.

  Lady Judy was closer now, observing us. We were like puppets for her amusement. Nancy’s eyes were locked with mine as I ran my fingers over her soft, pale skin. I could feel her shudder a bit under my hand. As my fingers caressed Nancy’s belly, Lady Judy’s riding crop came between us and the tip was rubbed across my nipples. Rubbing soon became light slapping. The stinging was painful but alluring. I was having trouble concentrating on Nancy as they began to throb a bit.

  Lady Judy turned her attention to Nancy’s nipples. I watched them grow pink around the edges as they got even larger and harder than they already were. Nancy was reaching out, touching me, but having a hard time doing so as Lady Judy slapped harder, the sound of her riding crop making some sharp noises that sounded louder than they probably were.

  Every sound seemed enhanced by the darkness of our candlelit room. Lady Judy ran her hand through Nancy’s hair, grabbing a hold of it. I knew that this was one of Nancy’s weaknesses and she couldn’t help but moan.

  Lady Judy smiled at this and cooed, “Such a little slut. So many buttons to push.”

  She pushed Nancy forward and to the side, leaving her on hands and knees. “Move alongside,” she told me.

  I crawled to be side by side with Nancy. My pretty panties
were yanked down to my knees, as were Nancy’s briefs. They were replaced by the soft but firm hand of Lady Judy who stroked both of our behinds before starting to spank us.

  Blows landed on each of us in time. We held hands and put our heads down as Lady Judy slapped our asses long and loud. I could hear Nancy whimper and I’m sure I did the same a few times as our asses were reddened.

  “Kiss,” Lady Judy said, and Nancy and I found ourselves kissing while our butts continued to be pounded. The passion in Nancy’s kiss surprised me. Her tongue drove deep into my mouth and her teeth scraped at my lips.

  I allowed myself to reciprocate her feelings and, as I did, our eyes widened and our breath caught in our throats as Lady Judy placed a lubricated finger into both of us without warning. Into my bottom and, perhaps, into Nancy’s as well. After the initial shock, we both moaned with pleasure as Lady Judy began fingering us with smooth, slow strokes.

  “What a pair of sluts,” Lady Judy chuckled.

  Her laugh managed to work its way through the haze of lust into which I had sank. I realized exactly who the Mystery Dominatrix was: it was none other than Nancy’s good friend, Susan. I hadn’t any idea that Nancy and Susan had this kind of relationship but, I have to admit, I didn’t give it much thought at the moment. My mind was otherwise occupied. But, knowing who had their finger in my ass made the experience even more enjoyable.

  Nancy was told to turn over onto her back. Lady Judy moved from one finger to two inside of me. Her other hand was busy inside of Nancy who was moaning and arching her back to get more of Lady Judy into her. Lady Judy removed her fingers from me and sank to her knees where she began licking Nancy’s shaved pussy with vigor.

  Nancy cried out anew as Lady Judy ate her. I turned and watched this sight, kissing Nancy’s neck, biting her earlobes, and pinching her sensitive nipples as Lady Judy brought her to climax.

  As she neared her orgasm, Nancy’s legs locked around Lady Judy’s head and she thrust her pussy against her mouth. Without remembering doing so, I had rolled onto my side and was rubbing my hard cock against Nancy’s leg like a dog in heat. As Lady Judy lifted her head, her mouth gleaming with Nancy’s juices, she saw my erection and smiled. This was my first time seeing her face clearly and there was no doubt to who had exhausted my girlfriend and who was now eyeing me like a hungry tigress.

  I started to sit up but Lady Judy wasn’t having that. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me back down next to Nancy. She crawled up on top of me, her legs on either side of me, before she planted her pussy on my erect cock. She sighed and shuddered as she slid down onto me. I felt her cunt grab onto me tightly. She looked down at me with a wry grin on her face and I felt her grab me internally, knowing that she must do some heavy duty Kegel exercises.

  I glanced briefly at Nancy, making sure it was fine that her best friend was on top of me, fucking me. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat in a mixture of post-coital satisfaction and happy lust and the vision of Lady Judy’s thighs wrapped around me, her hands roughly pinching my nipples and making my cock jump inside of her.

  Slowly, deliberately, she began rising and sinking onto me. Her eyes rolled back in her head when Nancy pushed a hand between us and found Lady Judy’s clitoris, manipulating it as she started her next ascent up the length of me. Nancy’s mouth found its way to one of Lady Judy’s hands and began suckling on her fingers.

  Enjoying the mixture of my cock in her cunt and Nancy’s fingers on her clit, Lady Judy began pumping me harder. I was trying to take everything in, though I found it difficult to pull my eyes away from Lady Judy’s face as she entered the throes of passion. My hands gripped Lady Judy’s muscular thighs.

  “I told you that he’s got a nice cock,” Nancy said.

  This seemed to trigger Lady Judy. The low, guttural moaning that had been in her throat began to grow into a small howl. Her eyes snapped open and she locked her eyes onto mine. She nodded and began thrusting harder, up and down, taking me as deep as she could.

  The look of lust had gone to glee as she started saying, “Uh huh, yeah, uh huh” like a mantra until she started screaming.

  My own cries joined in, as did Nancy’s (who had been masturbating with her free hand). The chorus of pleasure, undoubtedly sounding like a caterwaul, slowly subsided as we caught our breath and fell into a sweaty heap of arms, legs, mouths, fingers, and private parts that remained public to one another for the remainder of the night.

  We assumed a wide array of configurations, always making sure that Lady Judy was the one to call the shots when needed.

  Showtime

  “Five minutes!” came the warning over the loudspeaker.

  “Showtime,” I muttered under my breath as I checked myself once more in the mirror.

  Decked out, head to toe, I was in a second skin of latex. It covered every inch save for my mouth, eyes, and behind. The latex gleamed in the light of the dressing room. I adjusted everything just so and looked myself in the eyes, wondering how the person who looked back at me had gotten into such a strange position.

  “Places!” came the voice again.

  No time for introspection. Time for action. Time to be a star.

  I followed the labyrinthine hallway into today’s set. It was dressed like a prison cell. Inside just a bunk, a sink, and an incongruous padded sawhorse.

  There were no lines to memorize. Hell, there wasn’t usually dialogue other than what was improvised. Without having to be told, I bent over the sawhorse, my ass in the air and my mouth held open by the O-ring attached to the latex headpiece.

  It didn’t take long before I was joined by two of my co-stars. They were well-built; their bodies gleamed having been rubbed down with oil. Their faces were covered. I always wondered if I passed any of these anonymous men by on the street, not knowing that they were the ones paid to use me on camera for Her amusement and profit.

  She had conceived of this “service” a few months prior. Humiliatingly enough, I was to carry through Her plan—setting up the space, the servers, the secure site—all for her to enjoy seeing me being fucked nightly by a variety of different men while subscribers all over the globe could log on and do the same for $9.95 a month.

  She would email in her requests for different scenarios/outfits. Men would apply via the website and, if they were approved and could make it to our studio, would have the pleasure of partaking in whatever fantasy She wanted fulfilled. I never met the men—they were taken care of by our production assistants. I only heard their voices, smelled their sweat, and felt their hands over me and cocks in me. There was no foreplay, making the website one of the highest rated online.

  I felt the hands of one of the men and he ran it over the latex outfit. My latex-covered ears muffled the sound of his comments but whatever he said was met with agreement by the other man.

  My peripheral vision blocked, the appearance of one of the men directly in front of me shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it still seemed to be. I gasped a bit and he seemed to take this as a compliment about the size of his engorged cock. He stroked it for me, getting it even harder and larger before sliding it into the O-ring that kept my mouth open and available.

  I tasted the salty sourness of his cock as it pushed across my tongue, all the way to the back of my mouth. I gagged at first and he backed off slightly. He felt my tongue caressing the underside of his cock and fell into an easy rhythm of fucking my face.

  Meanwhile, I felt his friend push the head of his cock against my asshole. Never sure if these men would bother to use the lube provided, I had pre-lubed my ass with a one-time use of KY Jelly. I was glad I did. He was rougher than the man fucking my mouth, pushing his cock deep inside, withdrawing, and plunging in again, not allowing me to adjust to his girth at all before he was plowing into me. I cried out, my scream muffled by the cock in my mouth. Tears streamed out over the latex mask and I heard one of them laugh.

  Rather than slowing down, they both seemed turned on by my tears. It didn’t take long
before the man in my mouth was shooting his spunk down my throat. He pulled out and gave one final squirt onto my latex-clad face. His friend finished a few moments later, pulling out and shooting his load onto my back.

  I knew that this would never do. She would be disappointed at how fast these two men had orgasmed. I soon found that I had nothing to worry about as two more men soon joined the fray. They soon took the place of the men who had just finished.

  And so it went. These four men were joined later by two others before they rotated and I was being fucked by the man I had sucked off while the one who had fucked me put his cock in my mouth. They all took their turns and, all the while, I knew that She was watching at home.

  I wondered if she was watching it on her computer, if she had put it on her television, or if she just left me in the background. Was she watching alone or did she have people over to enjoy the show? I only hoped that there would be an email waiting for me at the end of the night with a favorable review of my performance.

  Her Little Friend

  I was all set to meet my friend Grace for an afternoon romp when I got an unexpected call from her.

  “I have something I need to ask you,” she said solemnly. “I have a friend over and I’m wondering if it’s okay if she stays. I’d like her to be there when we play.”

  I had been expecting a cancellation or worse. The addition of another woman for our rendezvous didn’t sound too bad at all.

  When I arrived, I was introduced to April; a diminutive lass with a voluptuous figure. She seemed slightly shy and very cute. She stayed close to Grace, almost as if she were afraid of me.

  Grace always appreciated my tongue. An avowed bisexual, Grace swore that I could perform cunnilingus better than any lesbian she knew. She couldn’t wait much more than a few minutes to shuck her clothes and get up onto her knees on the bed.

  “Come lick me, darling,” she purred, her shaved pussy beckoning to me.