The True Meaning Of Freedom

25 year old Debra knows what it means to be free.
It means waking up, and going to sleep whenever she wants. Living, and working wherever and whenever she wants, and hooking up with whoever she wants.
And Debra is determined to live free, no matter what.

It was her own choice to leave her loving husband and little girl, and fly away like a free bird, and she never had any regrets.
But, maybe she doesn't know what true freedom really means to her? Read this book, and find out.

Themes: mind control, brainwashing, male domination (MD), slavegirls, prostitution.

Contains depictions of explicit sex acts.

Excerpt:
“*ahem*...Umm...I...” He mumbled, obviously not used to approaching women in night clubs.

“I was wondering...if...umm...if you ...I mean, if I could maybe buy you a...” The man was mumbling and sweating, so Debra decided to cut him off, and try to be gentle, about rejecting him.

“Look, buddy, I'm not interested, so don't waste your money, or my time, okay?” She told him. Well, she obviously failed on the gentle part.
“Uhm...but...just...T-The thing is...” He continued mumbling, sweating all over his eyes. Debra was scared he might start crying “M-Maybe we can...find a more private place...” He finally managed to say.

She was wrong, he had some balls on him, to be able to even suggest that to her, in public.
“Look buddy, you're sweet, but...” She stopped, as she turned her head towards him, and saw the most curious coin in his hand.
It had a pink outline, a blue center, and a golden spiral drawn on that blue center, with an eye drawn right in the center of that spiral.

“Wow,” She said “That's a very interesting coin. I didn't notice you held that before.”
He started smiling a very awkward smile, and breathed heavily. She actually found it cute.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, to calm himself down, and said “A friend gave it to me.”
He wasn't so bad, now that she had a closer look at him.
He had a certain charm, despite his age, and his unique blend of shyness and ballsy-ness was sort of appealing to her.

Not to mention the fact no one else seemed to be that much interested in her tonight.
“You know what” She whispered in his ear in a breathy voice.
“What?” He made a high pitched squeal, as she ran her forefinger on his chest in an alluring way.

“Maybe we should go back to your place. You know, for privacy.” She said.
“S...Sure..” He said, the smile on his face widening.