0 comments/ 58029 views/ 3 favorites The Birthday Slave Ch. 01 By: RedJohnny This story was written as a birthday present for a good friend. Part 1 - Dinner "I'll be your slave for the day as your birthday present." Those words had rattled around in my mind for months. Every now and then we'd joke about it, and she'd smile and say, "You know I will." In another moment, she said, "Imagine all the things that you can have me do that I've never done. Imagine all the things that you could do to me that no man has ever done." She nodded her head towards the ground, and then looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She smiled, again, and I melted, like I do every time she smiles. As the day got closer and closer, I could tell that we were both getting excited. Taylor is pretty wild, on any normal day, and she is normally the instigator of our escapades. I could tell, though, that the idea of having to do whatever she was told was getting her excited. Of course, the prospect of having her completely at my command was getting me pretty fired up, too. Taylor is stunning and incredibly sexy. She's blonde, petite and very nicely curvy with a perfect 34C chest. She is in the process of getting her black belt in tae kwon do, which is how we met. Because of all the kicking and punching in tae kwon do, she is in fantastic shape and has absolutely incredible legs. Just looking at her, few people realize how dangerous she really could be. Her hair hangs down just below her shoulders and she has spectacular blue-gray eyes. She looks like a young Candace Bergen. We met for dinner the night before my birthday. I sat in a booth towards the back waiting for her to arrive. Just thinking about her (and all the things I had planned for the next day) already had me starting to get hard. She came in wearing a black satin, almost oriental mini-dress. It opened low to show off her cleavage, and cups built into it emphasized her already perfect tits. It was just begging to be opened up. The skirt was mid-thigh, with slits on the side that threatened to expose everything if she moved in the right way. The outfit was finished with 4", black, stiletto heels, with about an inch wide ankle strap. She was playing the tease tonight, and I loved it. I watched every set of eyes in the room follow her across the floor. Most of the women envious, and most of the men in awe. Knowing what she looked like from behind, I almost envied the ones behind her their view, but, while I love watching her hips roll as she walks away, that's probably only about number 7 or 8 on my list of top views of Taylor. Of course, few of the other favorite views take place with that many people watching. Adjusting the bulge in my pants as I stood up to welcome her, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her. As her body molded to mine, she smiled and said, "I can tell you're already happy to see me." "You have no idea how much I've been thinking of you," I said. "Oh, I don't know," she said, "I've been giving you quite a bit of thought, too. I'm looking forward to what I learn tomorrow – about you and about myself." I felt her foot run up my thigh, and felt my cock twitch in anticipation. I said, "I've been giving tomorrow a lot of thought, and, in my few lucid and rational moments, I've realized that we probably ought to have some kind of safe word so that you can tell me if I've gone too far or there's something that you don't want to do." She took my hands in hers and stared into my eyes for a second before responding. "You know that I would do anything for you, and that I want you to do anything to me tomorrow. When I said that I would be your slave, I was telling you how much I trust you, and the fact that you are concerned about my safety just tells me that my trust is well placed. I trust you to judge what you want, and what I will do. Tomorrow, you will be my master. You will own my body and it will be yours to do with what you will." She paused, and laughed, "And, of course, I'll get to have paybacks when we get around to my birthday, so I think we'll be fine." I was speechless. After a second, I realized what the only answer could be, "I'm honored by your trust, Taylor, and I will always work to deserve it." With that, I kissed the knuckle of each of her fingers, alternating between her hands, and I sealed the promise by leaning forward across the table to kiss her lips. She ran her fingers up into my hair and pulled me hard against her face. Our tongues danced in and out of each others mouth, almost attacking back and forth. We both pulled back, gasping for breath. She smiled and said, "Did you want to look at the menu, or did you just want to eat me? After all, I know what I want for dinner. And I know it fills me up." I said, "You're really excited about tomorrow, aren't you?" She bit her lower lip, looked down at my crotch and then up to my eyes. She nodded, almost like a little girl and said, "Mmm hmmm. You're going to make me do all kinds of naughty things…. and I can't wait!" I smiled and said, "Well, we're both going to need lots of energy for tomorrow, so I think we should have dinner, first." I paused and grinned at her. "Unless, of course, you want to give me my present early." She said, "Well, I was considering it, so I brought your present with me." "Huh?" I said, confused, "But I thought you were my present?" She smiled and reached into her bag and brought out a small, wrapped box. "I am, but this is also your present." The box was very light, but I could tell there was something inside. Tearing off the wrapping paper, I opened the box to find a black satin choker with a crystal hanging from the front. I looked up at her and said, "I'm not sure this goes with my outfit." She laughed, and looked into my eyes. "That's your present. When you put that on my neck, I will become yours. I will do everything you tell me. I will be yours completely until the choker comes off." Suddenly, I felt the weight of what I was doing, and it didn't seem like such a game anymore. I looked at her and said, "Is this really what you want?" "Please." I took the choker and tied it around her neck. I felt like I should be saying something symbolic. Something deep and meaningful, but all I could think of was, "Thank you." She smiled at me and said, "Thank you for accepting my gift," and she paused for a second, "Master. I will do anything you want to make this the happiest birthday you have ever had." As she said the word "master" she seemed to relax. And she seemed to almost glow with excitement. Although I had given a lot of thought to fantasizing about my birthday with Taylor as my slave, all of my plans had started in the morning. I was a little thrown off by starting early. "I like having you call me 'Master,'" I said. "From now on, whenever we are alone, or if I direct you to, you will call me 'Master.'" She smiled at me. "Yes, Master." At that point, the waiter stepped up to take our order. Looking over the menu, I said, "I'd like two glasses of champagne for us to start with, and, I'd like to ask, it's June, but your menu says you have fresh oysters. Are they flown in?" "Yes, sir, and, just to put your mind at ease, I had some at the start of my shift." He laughed, "So, not only can I say that they are excellent, but, if you see me collapse, you'll have enough time to get to a doctor." "Fantastic. We'll take a dozen of the oysters to start, and then we'll each have the lobster. If you wouldn't mind cracking the claws and the tail before you bring them over, we'd rather not have to use the bibs. And, with the lobster, if you could ask the sommelier to pick out a nice, dry pinot grigio, that would be great." "Of course, sir." With that, he took the menus and left me alone with my new slave. The time ordering had given me a chance to think. I turned to Taylor and said, "First, I'd like for you to go to the bathroom and bring me back your panties. Use the bathroom at the front, by the bar." Even though Taylor had a exhibitionist streak, I could see that she was a little uncertain about walking through the crowded bar in that dress. As she wavered, I said, "You're not thinking about disobeying me, are you?" She laughed, "Not a chance." "What?" "I mean, not a chance, Master." "Hmm…I think that hesitation and memory lapse has earned you a punishment, later. I'll have to think of something appropriate." As she stood up, she said, "I'm sure you will, Master." I thought about doing the polite thing and standing up, too, but I realized that if my now raging hard on didn't catch on the table as I stood, it would be obvious as far away as the front door. I watched her ass as she walked the length of the restaurant, again, and I watched the eyes of the guys she was walking toward, as they tried to look without being obvious to their dates or wives. I just admired her legs in those heels. She wasn't gone for long. She came back and slid into my side of the booth. She handed me her panties as she slid in, and took my hand and pulled it up under her skirt and began rubbing my hand up and down on her smooth, freshly shaven pussy. I could already feel how wet she was. I traced a finger along her pussy lips and watched her shudder. She closed her eyes and moaned and grabbed the edge of the table. I put my now wet finger to her lips and let her taste herself. She sucked my finger clean, looked at me and said, "Would you mind sitting on the other side, love? I like being able to look at you." "Of course, Master." She slid out of the booth and around to the other side, sliding in so that she was across from me. "Is this better?" "Yes, it is. But, I was thinking. As much as I love this restaurant, it is somewhat lacking in entertainment. I'd like to watch you play with your nipples for a little while. For now, just through your dress." She started to massage her breasts through her dress, brushing her palms over her nipples. She pinched at her nipples, and I could see them starting to get hard. She started to shift in her seat, and I could tell that she was getting even more turned on by this – as was I. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the waiter coming with our appetizer and champagne. I considered having her keep going, but this was a place where we were both known, and I didn't want to damage Taylor's reputation here. "You can stop now, love." She reached down to put her hands in her lap, and, just in case she was thinking about giving her pussy a little stroke, I said, "Put your hands on the table, love." The look in her eye told me I had guessed right. She gently put her hands on the table, and I could see her squirming on the bench. The waiter served our champagne and oysters, and I noticed him stealing discreet glances at Taylor's tits. I honestly couldn't blame him. Taylor obviously noticed, too, since I saw her glancing up at the waiter and sticking her chest out a little more. As he turned and walked away, I looked at Taylor and said, "That poor guy is going to have to go whack off or serve his hard on to the next table." She laughed, "Well, he didn't have to look." "If we were somewhere else, I might make you go take care of that for him, Taylor. After all, it was your fault." Taylor looked down and said, "Whatever you want, Master. I'm your slave." I considered taking her up on that implied offer, but I wanted her for myself, at least to start with. The rest of dinner continued flirtatiously, but uneventfully. Between the champagne and a few glasses of wine each, we both had quite a nice buzz going. Intermission 1 – The Car Leaving the restaurant, we walked over to the limo I had rented for the evening. The driver came around to open the door, and as I climbed in behind Taylor (admiring her ass as she bent over to get in), I asked the driver to take us to one of the higher end "gentlemen's clubs" in town. Taylor looked at me questioningly, so I asked, "Have you ever been to a strip club, love?" She laughed, "Of course. But I think with you it will be different." I pressed the button to raise the glass between us and the driver. "Well, while we're on the way there, I think you should give me a blow job." "Yes, Master." I leaned back and she shifted to kneel on the carpeted floor of the limo. She reached out and started to stroke my already hard cock through my pants. She ran her fingernails lightly up the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs. Every stroke of her hands sent a shiver through me. The crystal at her neck glittered as it refracted the streetlights. Looking me in the eyes as she unzipped my pants, she pulled out my cock, gently stroking it. She leaned in to give the head a lick, and then began to rub my cock up and down on her cheeks, stroking herself with it on each side of her face. Her cheeks felt soft and hot against my cock, and I moaned with each warm breath onto my balls. Soft flicks of her tongue on my balls almost sent me into orbit. She lifted up my balls and lightly flicked the sensitive patch of skin behind them, while stroking her other hand slowly up and down my shaft. She sucked one of my balls into her hot mouth, flicking it with her tongue, and then shifted to the other one. Taylor put her hand around the base of my shaft, put the head of my cock at her lips and slowly slid my cock into her mouth. Inch by inch, it was torturous ecstasy to look in her eyes and feel her lips and tongue stroking me as she took my cock all the way into her mouth. After the rest of the evening, just watching this was almost too much for me. I groaned as she pulled back, Pressing my hips up trying to keep my cock in her mouth. She looked at me with pure lust, stroking her hand lightly up and down my shaft. "Will you cum in my mouth?" she whispered intensely, "Please. I want to taste your cum. Let me taste your cum." The way she was stroking me, the look in her eyes and the way she was talking were driving me wild. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. Taylor put my cock back into her mouth, and I grabbed her head. Bracing my feet against the floor of the limo, I pushed deep into her throat. "Mmmmm…..I'm….I'm cumming." She stroked my shaft as I shot pulse after pulse of cum into her mouth. Once I stopped cumming, she continued to gently run her fingers up and down my cock, making my body twitch with post-orgasmic sensitivity. "Wow," I said, "that was amazing." "Thank you, Master, and happy birthday." "I look forward to returning the favor later, Taylor." "Whatever you want, Master. It's your birthday and I'm yours to command." "Looks like your timing is perfect, love, we're here." ================================= If you enjoyed this, make sure to read Chapters 2 and 3. Please be sure to vote. Fives are always appreciated. If you feel like it, please drop me an email with comments, suggestions or criticism. I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing. Thanks. The Birthday Slave Ch. 02 This is a continuation of the story started in The Birthday Slave - Part 1. You might want to read that one, first. Part 2 – The Club The club had the typical magenta neon piping around the edges that seems to be the universal American code for “strip club”, but other than that it looked like a high end, art deco restaurant. A very large doorman stepped forward to open the door. I stepped out and took Taylor’s hand as she climbed out. She looked fantastic as she unfolded out of the limo. The crystal at her neck caught the color of the neon and sparkled pink. The doorman gave her an appreciative look as we walked inside. The thumping music hit us at once. I paid our cover charges and we went to find a seat. I watched Taylor taking it all in. There were dancers on three stages, and I felt her slow down as we passed the middle stage, where an exotic looking woman with long black hair was dancing with her back to us and her hands against the mirror at the back of the stage. Even without the platform high heels, she was tall with fantastically long legs. Realizing that she was staring, Taylor sped up again, but I caught her looking back out of the corner of my eye. I guided Taylor to a table nearby and directed her to seat where she would be looking at the . We sat down I ordered us each a glass of champagne. “Did you like her, sweetheart?” She tried to play it off. “Who?” “Nice try, Taylor,” I teased, “but don’t you get in trouble for being a birthday slave and not telling the truth?” She blushed and looked down. “Yes, Master. She is sexy.” Our champagne arrived, and we toasted. Taylor tried to disguise her looks at the various dancers by taking sips of her champagne. Watching her I could tell that she kept finding that same dancer as she moved around the room. While Taylor was distracted, I asked our waitress to have that dancer stop by our table when she had a chance. Before long, I saw her walking up from behind Taylor. I hadn’t appreciated how tall she really was – she had to be at least six feet tall, and the shoes she was wearing added about five inches. She didn’t just walk, she strutted. It was a model’s catwalk strut. She was wearing a little black lace babydoll nightie. It tied in front just beneath her breasts, which were spectacular. They weren’t large, but were perfectly shaped for her body. Her nipples were hard and easily visible through the shear black fabric. She had a matching thong that just barely covered her pussy. I could see through it that she was shaven except for a little tuft of hair. She stepped up behind Taylor and laid a long, slender hand on her shoulder. Taylor jumped at the touch and looked up. The dancer was looking down into her eyes. Without moving her hand, the dancer smiled at Taylor and then looked at me. She reached out to me with her other hand. As I took it, she said, “My name is Shelby.” Her voice was smooth, with just a touch of an English accent. “Did you want a dance,” she looked back to Taylor with a smile, her hand still on her shoulder, “or did you?” “We’d like a private dance for her,” I said. Shelby reached down and took both of Taylor’s unresisting hands and pulled her up. She looked Taylor in the eyes and said, “Let’s go into the VIP room.” Taylor stood up, her eyes right at the level of Shelby’s nipples. Her eyes widened a little, and I saw her gasp a little and run her tongue over her lips. Shelby led her toward the back of the room, as I followed behind, admiring the view of two spectacular asses and four incredible legs. The back room was luxurious. Shelby led Taylor to a couch and held her hands as Taylor sat down. I sat down on the couch next to Taylor, put my hand behind her head and started to run my hands through her hair, lightly stroking the back of her neck. Shelby looked down and asked, “Have you ever had another woman dance for you like this?” Taylor smiled, “No.” She looked over at me. “Does this excite you…” she paused, “Master?” Shelby laughed, “Master, eh?” She looked at me, “It must take a lot to keep this one under control.” I laughed. “It’s a birthday present. “Well, then, let’s make this a birthday to remember.” Shelby reached down and pushed my leg away from Taylor, and then knelt on the couch, straddling Taylor’s legs. Taylor was staring up at Shelby. Shelby brought Taylor’s hands up to the tie of her nightie, and used Taylor’s hands to untie it. Taylor’s hands, guided by Shelby’s, pushed the nightie open and Shelby put Taylor’s hands onto her tits and started using Taylor’s hands to massage them. Shelby put her hands on Taylor’s shoulders. “You’ve got wonderful hands. Keep doing that.” Shelby started sliding her thong-covered pussy forwards and backwards along Taylor’s thighs. She put Taylor’s hands on her shoulders and slid down between Taylor’s legs, spreading them apart and pushing her skirt up. I watched Taylor tense as a woman suddenly started doing things that no woman had done to her before – not even during Taylor’s infamous games of Truth or Dare. Shelby sensed it, too, and looked into Taylor’s eyes. “Relax, honey. Close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling. Forget that I’m a woman and just enjoy.” I handed Taylor a glass of champagne and she took a big swig. I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Lean back and enjoy, love. Close your eyes. Feel her fingers running up your thighs, so close to your pussy.” Taylor moaned, as Shelby’s fingers brushed closer and closer to her pussy – working around it, but not touching it. She leaned in to breathe on Taylor’s clit while running her hands up along Taylor’s thighs and up under her dress and across her stomach. Taylor let her head drop back against my arm, her breath coming in short gasps. Shelby was staring into my eyes as she continued to tease Taylor. Taylor’s nipples were sticking out through her dress, so I reached across to stroke them. As I rolled her nipple between my fingers she moaned and arched up into my hand. “Oh, god,” she said, “I need to be fucked. I want to cum.” I pinched her nipple and ran my fingers through her hair. Shelby kept teasing her pussy – breathing on it, stroking around it, just barely touching it, as Taylor thrust her hips up, looking for more contact. “Please. I need to cum. Oh, god, make me cum.” Shelby took one her tits in her hand, and slid her nipple the length of Taylor’s pussy, causing Taylor to moan and press her pussy up. Her nipple covered in Taylor’s wetness, Shelby climbed back up onto the couch and put her nipple at Taylor’s lips. “Taste her, love,” I whispered, “Taste yourself on her.” Taylor extended her tongue, and hesitantly licked the nipple presented to her. I slid my hand down to tease Taylor’s clit. Shelby reached down and slid her hand into Taylor’s dress to rub her tits, and leaned down to lick and nibble Taylor’s ear. With that, Taylor pressed her hips up into my hand as I flicked her clit with my fingers. I whispered into her ear as she moaned into Shelby’s breast, licking and sucking her nipple, “Cum for me, love. Cum now.” I slid two fingers into her soaking pussy and felt her body start to shudder. “Ooooohhhhhh, yes. Oh, Nick. Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Her hips slammed up against my hand as she arched up off the couch. Her whole body was stiff and quivering. She dropped back to the couch, panting to recover. Shelby leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “Enjoy your dance, hon?” It was all Taylor could do to pant out, “Wow. Yeah.” Shelby stood up and retied her nightie. “Come back anytime either of you want another … dance. I also do private shows. If you think you might ever be interested, I’ll give you my pager number.” While I was considering how to respond, Taylor said, “Can we take her number, Nick – I mean, Master.” I took Shelby’s number, paid her and gave her a well deserved tip while Taylor straightened her clothes. She was still flushed and a little wobbly from her orgasm. She stepped up and pressed her body against mine, running her hand down across my achingly hard cock. “I’m not sure who that was more of a present for, Master, but I can see that you enjoyed it, too.” “I think you may have to take care of this in the car, again, love.” “Anything you wish, Master, it’s your birthday.” I took her by the hand and led her out through the club. I watched as the guys in the club eyed her coming out of the private room. She seemed to strut a little more under their gaze. I felt her hips start to sway a little more, and she was arching her back to stick her tits out. “You like having them watch you, don’t you, love?” She tried to dodge the question, “Every woman likes to be appreciated, Master.” “Perhaps we’ll indulge that desire for ‘appreciation’ sometime, love.” She stepped up and leaned into me. “Whatever you command, Master,” she laughed, taking my hand and spinning away from me, “At least as long as it’s your birthday.” She grabbed my other hand and backed towards the door, pulling me along. She whispered as she pulled me, just loud enough for me to hear, “Come out to the car, Master. Don’t you want your birthday slave to suck your cock? Don’t you want to cum in my mouth, again? Please, Master, let me suck your cock. Let me jerk you off so that you cum all over my tits. Would you like that?” The more she talked the harder my cock got. Intermission 2 – The Car She led me out of the club and to the limo. The driver opened the door and, once again, I admired Taylor as she bent over to climb in. “Please take us to the hotel, but make it a long drive.” The driver smiled and tipped his cap, “Of course, sir.” As the door closed behind me, I realized that Taylor was kneeling on the floor of the limo in front of the sound system for the back of the limo. The car started up as she turned back towards me. I laughed as the stereo pumped out the opening notes of “Leave Your Hat On.” “Are you going to dance for me, love?” “Isn’t that what slave girls do, Master?” She handed me a glass of champagne and began to sway to the music. Since she was kneeling, I wasn’t sure how much she was going to be able to do. She quickly proved me wrong. Thrusting her hips in time to the music, she slid her dress down, followed quickly by her bra. Running her hands up over her tits, tweaking her nipples, she almost seemed lost in her own ecstasy – and even if she wasn’t, I was. Sliding her hands down over her body, still pumping her hips to the beat, she gradually pulled up the bottom of her dress, exposing her pussy to me. Spinning around to face the front of the car, she stood up, bent over the rear-facing seats. Her body swaying to the music, I watched as she reached back between her legs with one hand to run her fingers along her pussy. After dipping her fingers into her pussy, she brought them to her mouth. She turned her head so that I could see her silhouette and watch her taste herself on her fingers. Turning back to face me, and sitting up on the seat, she reached over to her bag and pulled out a small vibrator and turned it on. Her breath grew ragged as she ran it up her thighs. Her exposed skin was getting shiny with sweat. Taylor stroked the vibrator up and down her pussy, and I could see her juices running down her legs. She was pinching her nipples with one hand and working the vibrator in and out of her pussy in time with the music with the other. Her breathing was getting ragged as she got closer and closer to cumming. “Take out your cock, please, Master,” she panted, still fucking herself with the vibrator to the music. She slid back onto the floor. Pushing my knees further apart, she slid between them so that her knees were against the base of the back seat. “Cum on my tits, Master. I know you want to.” I started stroking my cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Please, Master, cum with me. I’m so close. I want to cum with your cum on me.” Her hand and the vibrator were almost a blur at her pussy. “Please. I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Master.” I stroked my cock faster, feeling a huge orgasm building inside me. I heard her start to moan, “Cumming soon. Cum on me. Cum on your slave.” I stood with my other hand braced against the back of the seat. “Ah…Ah…MMMM!” and my body jerked, spurts of cum shot from my cock and splashed on her chest as her body started to shake. She gasped, “Oh, yes! Cum on me! I’m cumming! Ohhhhh!” We hit a pothole and I collapsed down into the seat and she fell forward, her face in my lap. She looked up at me, leaned forwards and gave the head of my cock a lick, sending a shiver through me. Sitting up, she rubbed her hand across her chest, smoothing my cum into a glaze on the tops of her tits, and she smiled at me as she licked the cum off her fingers. That sight, by itself, was almost enough to get me hard, again. ================================================= If you enjoyed this, make sure to read Chapter 3. Please be sure to vote. Fives are always appreciated. If you feel like it, please drop me an email with comments, suggestions or criticism. I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing. Thanks. The Birthday Slave Ch. 03 This is the conclusion of the story that began in Parts 1 and 2. You might want to read those first. Part 3 – The Hotel “Time to clean up, love. We’re almost at the hotel.” I put my cock back into my pants, tucked my shirt back in and zipped up. She straightened out her dress and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked so satisfied and so sexy, slightly messed up like that. She was perfect. The door opened, and we climbed out at the entrance to the hotel. I paid the driver, and thanked him for taking the extra long route to the hotel. The doorman greeted us, and, once again, I admired the view as Taylor walked in front of me through the lobby. As we waited for the, she leaned against me and said, “Love in an elevator, Master?” just as the doors opened. “Perhaps not in a glass elevator, love,” I laughed as we walked into the elevator. She laughed with me and knelt down in front of me as the doors closed. “Why not in a glass elevator?” and she unzipped my pants to pull out my stiffening cock. I looked down, surprised, more at the fact that I was getting hard again than at her behavior. “As much as I’d love to, sweetheart, we won’t be in the elevator for long and stopping one of these in plain view might make people a little suspicious.” “Ok, then, just a lick or two, as an appetizer.” Her hand on my cock was making it pulse, and she slowly licked the head with long strokes of her tongue, while looking up into my eyes. All I could think about was how beautiful she looked and how incredibly lucky I was. We reached our floor, and she tucked my cock back into my pants. Our suite was already prepared with another bottle of champagne. Taylor opened it and poured us each a glass. I raised my glass to her, “Thank you, Taylor, for making my birthday so wonderful. I could not have imagined a better birthday present.” She smiled at me. “I hope that’s not true, Master, because you’ve still got a lot of imagining to do.” “Well, while I’m imagining, I want you to take off your clothes and get on all fours on the bed.” “Are you going to fuck me from behind, Master?” she asked, wiggling her ass at me as she slid her dress down her legs. “Be patient, love. After all, you are my birthday slave.” She pouted at me and climbed on the bed. She pulled a pair of thigh-high, sheer black stockings from her bag, and I sipped my champagne while I enjoyed the show she made out of putting them on. With nothing but the stocking and her high heels on, she spread her legs, bent over and grabbed her ankles, looked back at me between her legs and asked, “Do you like, Master?” “Yes, love, I like very much.” She stood back up, posed for me a couple of different ways, and then crawled catlike onto the bed. She knelt there on all fours, and looked at me expectantly. I walked around to the side of the bed and reached under the headboard to pull up the scarves I had attached earlier. I slid a few pillows under her hips to support her, then pulled her arms forward and tied a scarf around each wrist. Her arms were stretched out tight so that she couldn’t reach one with the other. She was almost in a facedown, kneeling prayer position on the bed. I sat down next to her on the edge of the bed and gave her ass a light smack. “I think I owe you a little punishment from earlier, love.” Taylor looked up at me, trying to look as innocent and wide-eyed as possible. “Me? What could I have done?” “I think we discussed it at the time, love, and I think I mentioned a punishment.” With that, I gave her ass a stroke, and then gave it a quick, hard smack that left a red handprint on her cheek. “Owww!” she yelled with surprise. I stood up and walked around the end of the bed, as she tried to turn her head to watch me, tensing when she thought I might step forward. I was just admiring the contrast between the black thigh highs, the tan on the tops of her legs, and then the white, untanned portion of her ass. My handprint showed up nicely. Coming around to the other side of the bed, I sat down next to her, again, and stroked her other cheek with my hand. I felt her tense, anticipating another spanking. I reached over to run a finger up her pussy. It was soaking wet. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass, trying to press her pussy back into my hand. “Do you like this, love? Do you like being helpless?” Before she could answer, I smacked her ass, again, leaving a matching red handprint. “Owww!” I stood up again and walked back around the end of the bed, and leaned forward to run my hands over both cheeks, feeling how hot each was, admiring how smooth and tight her ass was. She pressed back against my hands, and I blew gently on her pussy from behind. I heard a muffled, “Ahhhhh” from the head of the bed, and saw that she had taken a little bit of the comforter into her mouth to bite on. I stroked a finger up her pussy, again, and up over her asshole. She gave a little jump when I reached it. With that, I gave the first cheek another quick smack, which produced a muffled, “Mmmmppph!” I slid a finger into her now very wet pussy, stroking it inside for a second as she wiggled her hips and tried to press hard back against it. Almost as quickly as it went it, I took it back out, which resulted in a moan of objection from Taylor. I took my wet finger and slid it up over her asshole, again, pressing gently to push my finger inside. I started stroking my finger in and out, causing her to rock her body forwards and back in time. With each thrust of my finger, she moaned into the bed. Her hands were clenching the scarves as she used them for leverage. Before she could get too into it, I pulled my finger back out. I could tell that she was already getting close to cumming, and I wanted to build her up a little further before she did. When my finger was out, she turned her head to me, eyes filled with lust and just said, “Please.” “Please, what, love?” “Please make me cum. I want to cum.” I gave her another smack on the rear end, but this time her cry wasn’t as much pain as pleasure. “Please, pinch my nipples. Pull on them. Squeeze them.” I leaned down next to her so that my head was next to hers’. I reached under and took a nipple between my fingers and pinched it, finishing the pinch with another smack to her ass. “Mmmm…Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned. “I’m going to fuck your ass, love. No one has ever done that to you before.” “Yes, please. Fuck my ass. I’m your birthday slave. Do my virgin ass and cum inside me, just, please, make me cum.” I stood up from the bed, and started to get undressed. She watched me from her bound position. I opened the drawer next to the bed and pulled out the lube I had left there. I coated my cock with it, careful not to stroke it too much so that I didn’t cum too early. I took a healthy glob and started to work it into her asshole. I slid two fingers in to start stretching her a little. She moaned and started to rock, again, pressing back against my fingers, trying to drive them further inside. She grunted with each thrust, and I gave her ass a little smack with my other hand. “Mmmph…Oh, yes.” Once her ass was well lubed, I pulled my fingers out and got up behind her. I put the head of my cock right at her asshole and bent forward over her back so that I could reach under to tease her clit. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, love?” Her hips bucked as I worked my finger in little circles on her clit. “Yes, please, fuck my ass. Fuck me however you want. I’m your birthday slave. Fuck me, please.” I pulled my fingers away from her clit and got my cock into position. I started pressing, and I felt her asshole expanding to accommodate my cock. Taylor just started moaning and talking all at once. “Oh, god, that hurts. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, I’m splitting open,” and with a little pop, the head of my cock was in, and I started to slide all the way in. Now that the worst was over, Taylor really started to get into it and let loose. “Yes, oh god. It’s so full. Fuck my ass. Drive your cock into my ass. Fill me up. Cum in my ass!” I was pumping in and out of her ass, driving her body forward into the bed. She was pushing back against me with each thrust. I had my hands on her hips, pulling myself into her on each stroke. Her ass was so tight! I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “I’m going to cum in your ass, love. Your ass is so tight and so sexy, I’m going to cum. You’re such a good slave.” I reached down and managed to untie one of her hands. “Play with your pussy while I fuck your ass. I want you to cum with me, love.” She reached underneath and started to stroke her pussy in the rhythm that I was fucking her ass. I could feel her body starting to quiver, and her breath was getting very ragged. Her thighs and ass muscles started to tremble, and I could feel her hips humping her hand. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m…I’m cumming!” and I felt my cock pump its load into her ass. That sent her over the edge. “Yes…Cumming…Oh, god…MMMMMMM!” and with that she collapsed under me, my cock pulling out of her with an audible pop. I lowered myself down on top of her, kissing her neck and the side of her face. Her body was still shaking with the force of her orgasm. I untied her other hand and took each of her hands in mine, holding her tightly as she recovered. As she came down, she looked at me and smiled, still a little dazed, “Happy birthday … Master.” “Thank you for the most wonderful birthday present, Taylor. This has been absolutely incredible.” “We should go to sleep. If tonight is any indication, tomorrow is going to be a very tiring day.” I laughed. “If tomorrow is anything like tonight, love, I may not live to see my next birthday!” She rolled over underneath me, and wrapped her legs around me, her arms around the back of my neck pulling me tightly down onto her. She nibbled on my ear, her hips rocking up against my now thoroughly exhausted cock. Her hot breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine. “Sweet dreams, Master. I can’t wait for us to celebrate your birthday tomorrow, too.” As I fell into a very happy sleep, I wondered how we could top tonight? ================================================= If you enjoyed this, please be sure to vote. Fives are always appreciated. If you feel like it, please drop me an email with comments, suggestions or criticism. I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing. Thanks.