She agrees

Nicole leaves the chat and paces around her house. This, or at the very least a close approximation of this, is a fantasy she'd long held. Her purpose and existence in life to be nothing more than used for pleasure without the option of saying no. It wasn't something she ever considered to be a realistic fantasy. It was too dangerous. However, this group of people she met on the internet are now assuring her they had a way to make it safe. Well, at the least safe enough for one person to help her live out this fantasy.

Ten minutes before the deadline she hops into chat.

WhoreFromHome: Okay. I agree. But I have some minimal requests for how the person you choose should look. Like, ideally he'd be in his 20s, or early 30s.

ReverandBlueJeans: Nope. You don't get to choose. Of course, they'll need to meet the requirements set out in your profile's hard limits, but other than that a true free use slut wouldn't get to choose. Right?

Nicole sighs. She had this crazy idea that maybe the person they chose would end up being really great. It would be a super weird way to start a relationship, but maybe it could turn into something more. Ideally, that would be someone around her age. The Reverand was right, though, in her fantasies, she couldn't choose. She was available to anyone who needed her for release.

WhoreFromHome: I suppose not.

DoctorMoan: Chiming in here. For the record, I voted against this path. Sort of feel like we've entered minority rule. However, I've offered to verify the candidate's STD documents. And you're still on the pill, correct?

Nicole clenches her thighs together as that needy hum builds between her legs. In her fantasies no one uses condoms.

WhoreFromHome: Yes. And my tests are all current.

DoctorMoan: Nikkie, I need to stress that even with the pill you could still get knocked up. It's something like 1in 100 odds if you've been using it consistently and 10 in 100 if you miss one here and there.

Nicole scrunches up her face. She had been inconsistent during the pandemic because she hadn't been dating. However, she was too embarrassed to admit it to the group and silently vowed to make sure she stayed on track.

WhoreFromHome: Like Captain Kirk always says "never tell me the odds."

GoldenOwlPellet: How dare you.

WhoreFromHome: I knew that would set you off. Everyone is so quiet today.

BettyHeartsJughead: Probably because this is the most insane thing any of us have ever done in this group. I feel like I'm helping to carry you to sacrifice in a volcano.

WhoreFromHome: It's fine. I'm sure it will be completely fine. What could go wrong?

Racer5XXX: Do you want a list? I made a list.

MrKnight69: Stop. We agreed to only give support and encouragement.

ReverandBlueJeans: We have a number of protocols in place to make sure we choose someone safe for you. We're intentionally not telling you everything because we want you to have the most realistic experience.

Racer5XXX: That's an interesting use of 'We.'

WhoreFromHome: Everyone. Please. Don't fight. I trust Reverand. I trust all of you. I made this decision. I know if I said no you wouldn't have **** me.

Nicole really did believe that. Although, she was also aware that she often made risky decisions when she was horny. It's one of the reasons she liked this group of people. They would take full advantage of that willingness while looking out for her at the same time.

ReverandBlueJeans: Great. It's settled. Now we start the search for one lucky guy.

WhoreFromHome: What do I need to do?

ReverandBlueJeans: For now, go back to being our toy while we search. We'll let you know when to keep your door unlocked.

And that was that. Nicole was scared, but she had also hoped the process of finding someone would go quickly. Tomorrow was the weekend, so it would have been nice to get whatever was going to happen over on a non-work day. However, according to the group members looking for the candidate, it was proving challenging. This filled Nicole with a little bit more hope, because it meant they were taking it seriously. Finally, a little after noon on Sunday the message came.

ReverandBlueJeans: It starts tomorrow. Your door should be unlocked at 8 a.m. He'll arrive at some point during the day. He has your calendar and knows you're unavailable during the times you have blocked out for meetings. You'll leave a spare key in an envelope on your kitchen counter, so he can have access for the next weeks until you return to work. He knows that for the first couple of visits he needs to give you a moment to notify us of his arrival.

BettyHeartsJughead: We agreed to give you one last chance to back out. No harm, no foul.

Nicole was on her second hour of edging when the message arrived, so she was in a **** state. The thought of what could happen tomorrow was almost enough to tip her over into an orgasm.

WhoreFromHome: I'm ready. May I orgasm, Masters?

The poll goes up again. The group was clearly feeling collectively cruel this Sunday. It was a resounding vote of 87 percent "no."

GoldenOwlPellet: I have another poll.

The next poll goes up: "Should WFH wait to orgasm with her new friend?"

This time the group is only a little bit **** with 63 percent voting "yes." Unfortunately, this is enough to make Nicole lose control. She tries to fight it, but the fantasy becoming reality proves to be too much. She releases an intense orgasm. After taking two minutes to recover she tells the group. They admonish her and the punishment is to start over. Two hours of edging and no orgasms until she's with the stranger.

It's a long night with very little sleep.