5 comments/ 55798 views/ 18 favorites Sarah's Birthday Surprise Ch. 01 By: NoCorrelation Sarah yanked the door behind her and thumped the steering wheel. No matter what, she was going to hold it together. She knew that working for a start-up meant that Matt was working stupid hours, and she'd pretty much resigned herself to not seeing him in the evenings for the next month or so, but she'd really needed to see him today. Not only was it another shitty week full of technically illiterate customers making stupid demands, but today was her 30th bloody birthday. They ought to be illegal. Birthdays and stupid customers. Ban them both, the fuckers. Sarah sighed, feeling a little better from venting, even if it was only inside her head. She needed to get out into the countryside and take her car for a blast down the familiar lanes that led home. Without thinking, she fell into her pre-"blast" routine -- a couple of minor changes to the mirrors and her seat, twist the key a notch and watch while the diagnostic lights went out in the correct order, drop her iPod in the dock, select the playlist "punk rock" and wait for the guitar to kick in on American Slang before giving the key the final twist that fired the engine into life. With the faintest hint of wheel spin, the MR-2 pulled out of the car park and into the rush hour traffic. Her anger at Matt kept swapping places with her anger at herself. She'd spent so many years arguing that any birthday that wasn't legally significant was, well, insignificant, that she couldn't really complain when people paid attention and ignored her. Like every other day, it was just another chance to beat her personal best for the number of continuous days without dying. As she pointed the red roadster up the first of the narrowing roads, she decided what it was that had annoyed her most. It wasn't the fact that Matt wasn't able to spend the evening with her. It wasn't even the fact that he'd cried out of their lunch date. It was the fact that he'd done so with a text message that simply read "Sorry S, need to do stuff this lunch. Raincheck? M". Not even a mention of the birthday she'd told him to ignore. Changing down a gear, she accelerated hard out of the bend, overtaking three middle aged men in their respective rep-mobiles. The front one, a diesel engined Focus, belched black smoke as its driver tried to play follow-my-leader. It didn't succeed. -=-=-=-=-=- (shimmery time travel effect) It was amazing how much you could get from two words in a medium as soulless as a text message. The ones Matt had got from Sarah spoke of a world of pain that was coming his way in the near future. "Sure. Whatever." Yeah, he guessed he deserved that. The problem was that he couldn't really explain where he was and why he was missing lunch without spoiling the surprise. He took a final bite out of the cardboard and mayonnaise monstrosity that masqueraded as a service station cheese sandwich, and threw the crusts out the kitchen window. Sarah's kitchen window. And that was the problem -- if she knew that he'd had to dash to her house because she still hadn't left for work when he'd driven past this morning, she'd think that he'd got plans. The sort of plans that deserved a capital "P" and maybe a hint of a fanfare. The sort of plans that reality never lived up to. He climbed the stairs and placed his gifts in a neat stack in the middle of her bed. In the cluttered chaotic mess of his house, the three boxes could have hidden in plain sight for hours, but here in Sarah's minimalist room, the childish wrapping papers screamed for attention. To emphasise the order he wanted her to open them in, each box was wrapped differently: the smallest gift covered in a printed mess of ribbons, balloons and the number 1 in a dozen different fonts; the one beneath it in bright pink paper covered in silver 2s; and at the bottom of the pile, a large yellow box decorated in teddy bears and the number 3 in a font someone thought looked child-like. Matt decided that she'd either love him for this, or hate him with a passion. Either way, the die was now cast and he'd got a five hour wait to discover how it would land. He glanced at his watch and decided he had just enough time to raid Sarah's fridge before heading back to the office. (shimmery time travel effect) -=-=-=-=-=- The car crunched to a halt on the gravel driveway as Basket Case faded to an end, and Sarah quickly killed the engine before the next track could start. Breathing slowly and deliberately, she waited while her heart beat dropped back to it's normal rate. The drive had been the perfect balm to her anger, the feeling of pushing the car toward its limits relaxing and invigorating her in the way she assumed beauty treatments relaxed other women. She smiled at her reflection in the rear view mirror and, with a mock posh voice, asked it "Would madam like whale song and fresh ylang ylang today? Or maybe some rock music and a cheeky vintage of refined hydrocarbons?" Leaving the car gently ticking as it cooled, Sarah went indoors, scooped up a few unexciting looking letters, and headed towards the kitchen. Phone bill, junk mail, junk mail, what looked suspiciously like a birthday card from her mum, a promise that she'd already been pre-approved for a credit card, and two takeaway menus. She put the card to one side and dumped the rest on the pile of things needing her attention at the weekend. She poured herself a large glass of red wine from a part bottle in the fridge and headed upstairs to swap the confines of her smart office clothes for something to slob around in while she decided what to do with her evening. Reaching her bedroom door, Sarah stopped dead in her tracks. Those quite obviously hadn't be on her bed when she'd gone out this morning, which meant that either Matt or her mother had visited. After scanning the bed for a card or note, and finding nothing, she picked up the smallest gift and slowly turned it over and over in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she gingerly pulled at a free edge and tore the paper away. It took Sarah nearly half a minute before the gentle pressure in her chest reminded her she'd not actually breathed out again. For six months she'd been lusting after the Android phone that was now in her hands, but she'd never actually expected to get around to getting one. A post-it note stuck to the box lid simply read "Ignore the other boxes. Turn me on". -=-=-=-=-=- Matt turned off the TV and picked up his warbling phone, the flashing icon showing him that Sarah had turned on her phone for the first time. There were times, he knew, when Sarah hated dating an engineering and electronics nerd -- especially the awful puns and the house full of partly disassembled electronics -- but he hoped this wouldn't be one of those times. Matt opened up an app simply called "Sarah" and pressed a button marked "V.Chat", triggering a two way video chat between the two phones. The shot of Sarah's face rapidly cycled through intrigue to surprise to slight embarrassment. "Happy Birthday, darling! What do you think of your new toy?" "I... It's... it's incredible," she stammered. "It's too much, but it's wonderful. Thank you! But, how'd you do that? The video thing?" "It's an app I wrote especially for you. Don't worry, it only started automatically this once. I need it for the rest of your present." Sarah's face lit up. "They're all from you? Can I open them now?" "Not yet. There's a taxi due at your front door in just over an hour, so I need you to start getting ready for a night out. Don't bother getting dressed yet, just shower, do your hair and stuff. Does that sound good?" Sarah pouted slightly, but nodded. "It's not long, but it's doable. I haven't chosen anything to wear, or got any cash for the taxi, or - " Matt cut her off, "Don't worry about anything other than getting your butt into the shower and drying yourself off again. Okay?" She muttered affirmative and tossed the phone on the bed, leaving Matt to watch a video feed of her ceiling, with occasional peeks of her face or naked body parts at the corners of the screen. When Matt heard the shower room's extractor fan grumble into life, he locked the phone screen, took a sip of demarera rum, and went back to getting dressed. -=-=-=-=-=- Sarah stood motionless under the hot stream of water, enjoying the feeling of the high pressure water drilling into her neck, back and shoulders. Matt certainly had a way of surprising her, and she was itching to know what the other boxes contained. The big box, she decided, was about the size of the ones Matt's best shirts were stored in, and the dimensions of the middle sized box were about that of a small shoe box. Add Matt's insistence that she not get dressed and she decided she had a pretty good idea of what the boxes contained. Reaching through the shower curtain, Sarah grabbed her glass of wine and finished it in two swallows. As good as the water felt, the taxi would be here too soon for her liking, so she forced her body into action. The room filled with the scent of her cherry and almond shower gel as she ran her hands over her arms, her slim but untoned belly, and up to her breasts. She found herself automatically checking her breasts for anything unexpected and had to made herself stop, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger instead. She'd shaved this morning, but she ran her razor over her legs as quickly as she dared just to be certain. With significantly more care, she then gently trimmed the edges of her pubic hair, leaving a neat strip of short hair on an otherwise denuded mound. Turning the shower up to full power, Sarah thought about the night ahead as she washed away the remains of the soap suds. Knowing Matt, the night would be long, probably boozy, and would result in her spending half the night thinking about the things he would do to her once they got back to his place. She gently chewed on her lip as the shower head reached her crotch. Adjusting the shower head to "massage" mode, Sarah lent back on the cold tiles and used her free hand to gently part her lips, allowing the pulsing water to massage her aching clit. -=-=-=-=-=- Matt's valet box was something of a joke among his friends. The six bays across the front were home to six watches, each with a titanium or black anodised case and strap, each with a dark face and contrasting hands, and all but one of them within a couple of seconds of each other. The only dissenter -- a black cased watch with anthracite face and silver accents -- had stopped during a funeral the previous year and he couldn't face getting the battery replaced. He listened in on Sarah singing to herself while she blow dried her hair. He knew he recognised the tune but he couldn't hear the words clearly enough to work out what song it was. He slipped a titanium strapped chronograph onto his wrist and a satin titanium ring onto his right hand and started rummaging through the hidden cuff-link tray for the sibling to the one that was lying on his bedside table. All things considered, Matt didn't think of himself a bad looking guy: a touch over six foot tall made him above average height; his weight was slightly higher than he'd have liked but what he couldn't keep in check with a daily run was normally hidden by well cut clothes; his hairline was beating crappy genes (even if it was thinning a little); and his facial features seemed to fit him more since laser surgery had lead to him ditching his glasses. All in all, he thought, he had nothing to complain about. The stray cuff-link had just given up its hiding place when Sarah turned off her hair drier and Matt could suddenly hear what she was singing. -=-=-=-=-=- Sarah ran the broad wooden brush through her reddish auburn hair and tried to convince herself it was dry. Close enough, she thought, and gave herself a final rub down with the oversized bath sheet that had been wrapped around her. She quietly sang to herself, the rhythm and melody only bearing a passing resemblance to the original. "Do you have the time? To drink a lot of wine. Some vodka and some cider, all at once? I'll have one of those. Something something fools. Regret it in the morning, no doubt about it." She'd forgotten about the phone lying on the bed, and jumped when Matt spoke. "I've heard that song quite a few times, but never noticed that verse before. Do I take it you had a bad day?" "Yeah... I wonder who's fault that was. Lunch date breaker." The phone laughed Matt's laugh. "Now you know why I skipped out, do you forgive me?" "Depends. Can I open my other presents?" "Well now," Matt replied, his voice suddenly serious, "that depends. Are you ready to open your presents, my pet?" Sarah hesitated at the wording. Matt was asking to claim her, to make her his plaything. Agreement on her part would mean giving up all decisions, responsibilities and controls until he gave them back to her. "Before I do, can I just say that I hated you earlier on? Right now though... I think I love you." "The feeling's mutual. I mean... I love you too." Matt paused, disconcerted by his own confused words, then returned to his serious tone. "Are you ready to open your presents my pet?" Sarah nodded her head. "Yes Sir." "In that case, pick the phone back up so I can see you - your ceiling is decidedly boring -- and then you can open box number two." Sarah thanked Matt, and obeyed his instruction, propping the phone up against it's own empty box before picking up her second present. As nervously as she'd opened the first box, she picked at the tape sealing the wrapping paper and revealed a shoe box inside. A shoe box from her own wardrobe, she realised. The thing inside the shoe box, however, was definitely not from her wardrobe. "Sir...?" "Yes, Pet?" "Did you make this for me, sir?" "Yes Pet. It's a one of a kind." "It's... Dr Frankenstein's Dildo...?" Matt laughed as Sarah turned the contraption over in her hands, trying to work out what each part of the surprisingly well made looking implement did. At the front, like a rubberised lobster claw, was a WiiVibe similar to the one she knew and loved. She adored the way that its U shape fit so that one tiny vibrator sat against her clit and another pressed against her g-spot, and yet was thin enough that she could use it while Matt was inside her. The back part was equally obvious -- worrying looking butt plug. The four inch long soft silicone pear shape looked safe enough, but the base had a D-ring set in black epoxy resin where she was fairly certain the controls for an internal vibrator should have been. The bit that puzzled her most was the short flesh coloured bridge linking the two parts together. A bit over an inch wide, thin, and with rounded edges, it was clearly designed to fit between the two parts snugly and almost invisibly, but the top edge -- the one that would press into her flesh -- had a couple of electronic looking black circles on it. "Sir, may I ask what these do?" "You can ask, Pet, but I'm not telling you. Not yet. Can I suggest that you visit the bathroom should you need to? I want you to try it on. I assume you have lube." Sarah fetched the bottle and rubbed some of the fluid into the silicone of the plug. A squirt more went onto her fingers and she gently worked it against her tight opening. Nervously, she pressed the tip of the plug against her body and slowly increased the pressure as her anus slowly stretched to accommodate the intrusion. The plug passed it's widest part, and Sarah gasped as the plug pulled itself the remaining inch into her body. Sarah closed her eyes and held her breath as she tried to get used to the feeling of fullness. She ran out of breath before it happened. When she opened her eyes, Matt was smiling out of her phone at her. After a few carefully measured breaths, Sarah opened the rubber lobster claws and eased the upper limb between her surprisingly moist opening and up against her g-spot. She spread her lips and shuddered slightly as the outer limb settled neatly against her clitoris. The soft bridging material sat snugly against skin, gently pushing the WiiVibe into place. All in all it felt surprisingly snug and well fitting. "How does it feel? How does it look?" Sarah gingerly lowered herself onto the bed, lay down, and pointed the phone's front camera towards her groin. "The plug feels very big, Sir. It's not painful but I'm very aware of it. I feel full. My pussy feels very comfortable though. Compared to the plug, I'm not really aware of it." "I'm glad. Now, I want you to turn the ring on the plug a half turn. Do it now." As Sarah obeyed, she heard the phone bleep twice and felt a brief pulse of vibration in her ass and against her clit. "Right, now, I'd suggest that you don't try and take your new toy out without asking permission first." Sarah shivered at Matt's words. "Those black circles? They're sensors. If they suspect that you've removed your toys without permission, they'll punish you. There are a pair of electrodes in the buttplug, a couple in the link, and a one in either side of the Vibe. You don't want to trigger them. There's also a tiny speaker, like the one in your phone, which will alert anyone nearby that you're not only the sort of slut who is willing to give up control of her body to a man, but also the type to disobey him." Sarah stared at Matt's image in shock. "Sir...? Have I misbehaved in some way? Have I offended you?" Matt shook his head and smiled at her in a way that reassured her more than words could. "No, my Pet. You've done nothing wrong. But what I have in store for you won't be desperately easy, and I don't intend to give you any chance to give up. If you keep your toy where it is, you'll be fine. Just don't try and remove it, and don't let your phone go out of bluetooth range of it." Sarah swallowed nervously and nodded. "I understand Sir." "Now, my darling Pet... your final gift." Sarah reached over and tore at the paper, her earlier caution gone. She lifted the lid and looked down at the black fabric inside. "May I...? Sir?" "Yes, Pet." Sarah stood up and held the dress against her naked body. Despite her extensive wardrobe, she'd never actually owned a little black dress and the idea of it excited her more than her first gift had. "You've spent too long dawdling, Pet. Your taxi will be here soon. Put on your dress and some heels and be ready when the nice man gets there. You won't need a bag, but you'll need your phone." The phone screen went dark, leaving her alone to finish getting ready. Sarah knew better than to ask if she was allowed to add underwear, and worked on shimmying into the hugging dress. After a brief struggle with the zip, she turned and looked at herself in her mirrored wardrobe doors. The dress was a masterpiece. Without any externally obvious panelling or engineering, it was gently holding her tummy in and supporting her breasts, making them look a little larger than their C cups. The tight fitted lines clung to her bum and hips, ending mid thigh in an embrace that looked fantastic but which would seriously limit her movement. After carefully checking that the plug wasn't visible when she bent over, Sarah tucked the phone into her cleavage, headed downstairs and poured herself a measure of white rum. Without it's usual orange juice partner, the spirit burnt her throat in a strangely comforting way. Tonight was indeed going to be long, boozy and sexually frustrating. Just not for the reasons she'd originally imagined. Sarah refilled her glass and carefully lowered herself into her favourite armchair, the feeling of fullness multiplying as the plug pushed into her body. If sitting wasn't going to be simple, riding in a taxi was going to be decidedly hard work -- every minute movement triggering huge feelings of movement deep in her colon. Sarah's Birthday Surprise Ch. 01 The bleep of her phone brought her back from her shuffling, and she read the notification that had appeared on screen. "Remote control activated. Click for more." Sarah hesitated before pressing the button. "The attached bluetooth device can now be controlled by a remove application. All sensors and actuators can be remotely triggered and monitored." Sarah grinned at the wording, wondering why Matt couldn't just call the vibrators in her pussy and ass "vibrators". So, he could fire the motors whenever he wanted, regardless of where he was? Well, that could make it interesting. She was still thinking about the possibilities when another notification popped up. "GSM monitoring activated. Click for more." Sarah frowned at the message, wondering what the hell it could mean. She pressed the screen. "The attached bluetooth device will now react to detected GSM handshakes. These handshakes are often audible as a rhythmic beeping whenever a phone is placed near a powered speaker, and happen before all text messages and phone calls, as well as during cell tower handovers." Sarah knew the sound well -- incoming phone calls had often triggered a 'bedebeep bedebeep bedebeep' noise over the MR-2's stereo -- but she had no idea what the message actually meant. As wonderfully full of potential as his toy was, Matt really needed a non-techy's hand in writing explanations. She was still pondering what it meant when her answer came -- as the phone bleeped to tell her a text message had arrived, the three motors hidden beneath her dress pulsed in turn -- clit, cunt, ass... clit, cunt, ass... clit, cunt, ass... Oh god, this had to be a joke. She grabbed at the arm of the chair and held it as she tried to get her heart rate back under control. She was pretty certain that the vibrations had stopped, but her groin tingled as if she'd received a minor electric shock. She swiped at the screen and read the message: "SamsCabs: your taxi is waiting." It was going to be a long night. Sarah's Birthday Surprise Ch. 02 Chapter 2 : Going Out Recap -- Sarah has received three gifts from her boyfriend and occasional master, Matt: a little black dress, which she is currently wearing; an Android phone that is currently tucked into her cleavage; and a custom sex toy made from a vibrating butt plug and a two pronged vibrator that can stimulate her clitoris and g-spot separately. After trying it on, she's discovered that it can be controlled remotely via her phone and that it can't be removed without receiving painful electric shocks to her pussy and ass. The “Franken-Dildo” is currently reacting to calls and text messages received by nearby phones -- a fact Sarah has just discovered when the taxi announced its arrival. Sarah took a long look at herself in the mirror by her front door. The figure hugging dress made her look good, but she could see her eyes betraying her nervousness. The tightness of the dress alleviated most of her fears about her lack of underwear, but introduced a whole new world of worry -- would anyone be able to tell she had a silicone toy in her ass? She held her keys in her hand and tried to stare down her reflection. Matt's last instructions had been simple -- add nothing to her outfit apart from shoes and get her butt into the taxi. No cash, no keys, no escape route. Matt would pay for anything they did and had keys to let her back into her house, but she'd be entirely at his mercy. With a sigh, she walked back to the kitchen, put her keys back amongst their kin on the brushed steel hooks inside the cupboard door and instead selected a single key, the powerful little magnet on its grip clicking as she freed it. Collecting her favourite pair of heels from their temporary resting place on the stairs, she summoned up all her confidence and stepped barefoot into the cool dusk air, pulling the door shut behind her with a gentle thunk. Parked half on the curb, boxing in her little Toyota, sat a familiar dark grey Volkswagen estate with its rotund owner stood patiently at its side like a scruffy limo driver. Sarah waved in relief. “Evening Ananda! How are you doing?” “I am doing good, thank you Miss Sarah.” Ananda's clipped Indian accent and old fashioned ways gave him the air of a trusted man servant in a film about the British Empire -- the sort of man who would manage to serve high tea from bone china on a battlefield. An accent that had started off as a bet amongst taxi drivers but which Ananda found had inexplicably led to more relaxed customers and better tips. It amused Sarah that he'd continued the act after drunkenly explaining his logic to her when she and Matt had bumped into him at a pub the year before. Sarah stopped for a moment by her MR2, leaning on its flank and making a show of sliding her feet into her shoes to distract attention from her free hand tucking the magnetic key under the wheel arch. Was she technically breaking Matt's rules if she didn't bring the key with her? What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She'd hidden the key a dozen times now but she'd never needed to use it, and Matt had never learnt of its presence. Its mere existence made her feel more secure. As always, Ananda opened the Passat's back passenger door as Sarah approached, and stared straight ahead, pretending to ignore her curves. As always, Sarah stopped short of the door and turned around slowly. “What do you think, Ananda? Will I pass?” The driver pretended to notice Sarah's attire for the first time, and looked her up and down theatrically. “You are looking very nice, Miss Sarah. It is a very nice dress. It suits you well. And the shoes? They are Mr Boutain's red shoes, yes? It is a special night?” Sarah laughed and settled awkwardly on the back seat. “Christian Louboutain, but yes. Thank you Ananda. And yes, I think it will be a special night.” As Ananda pulled away from the curb towards some undisclosed destination, Sarah shuffled in the seat, trying to find a position that didn't feel as if the butt plug was poking into her ribcage. How did she get into these positions, she wondered. Here she was in the back of a taxi heading God knows where, wearing nothing but a black dress and a pair of Louboutain Simple Kid's, no keys, no money, no ID and no-one knew the number for the phone nestling between her boobs. And, of course, the Franken-Dildo. It ought to be terrifying, but the worst Sarah was feeling was nervous -- a fact that she blamed on the rum and the gentle vibrations that kept pulsing through her crotch every time Ananda's busy phone received a message or updated control to his location. The shock she felt from the first message at home had gone, and she found herself looking forward to the next time the three little motors would start their vibrations. By slouching down in her seat slightly, she discovered she could push the butt plug forward so it felt like the vibrations were deep inside her pussy. Sarah felt the VW's engine surge as they joined the dual carriageway that led back towards the city and Sarah's office. Ananda apparently holding little regard for the speed limit, pushed up to motorway speed and beyond, settling in the “fast” lane at just above 80mph. Sarah peered through the tinted windows at the drivers they passed. Every so often they'd pass someone apparently talking to themselves and Sarah would feel the plug start a slow rumble while the two pads on her clit and g-spot pulsed out of time with each other. This thing obviously “heard” phone conversations as well as text alerts. Sarah realised she was getting desperate for more action from the toys, watching for cars in the slower lanes and trying to guess if they'd make her crotch tingle from the type of car or the way it was being driven. Each pulse nudged her gently in the right direction but the speed of Ananda's driving meant that nothing had a chance to properly stimulate her. Ananda signalled, twitched across two streams of traffic, and fired the car up a slip road towards the busier city streets. Coming to a halt at the lights that topped the junction, Sarah found herself hoping for the first time that a set of lights would stay stuck on red forever -- the driver of the battered Volvo estate ahead of them was having an enthusiastic argument with a distant party and Sarah lent back further in her seat, enjoying the first prolonged burst of activity the toys had given her. Unconsciously, she started breathing more deeply, her hips rocking back and forth slightly as one of the WiiVibe vibrators repeatedly increased in power and then dropped back down to almost nothing. Gently chewing on the inside of her lip, eyes closed, Sarah felt everything around her fade slightly from her awareness, even Ananda's dubious taste in music seeming to fade out as the vibrations took control. Her mind started flitting from fantasy to fantasy, memory to memory: Matt's hands on her naked back and hips as he kissed her tenderly; the feel of his cock deep inside her ass; being slowly undressed and feeling his teeth on her nipples; the feeling of rough bricks on her arse as he pinned her to an alley wall and pressed his cock up against her wet cunt... What the fantasy Matt couldn't do in physical sensations he could more than make up for in being everywhere at once. Sarah felt the taxi start to move forward and she braced herself for the sensations to come to end. Instead, Ananda's phone started shrilly whistling music from Kill Bill, and all three motors started pulsing their familiar rhythm. “I'm sorry, Miss Sarah, I must take this call...” Ananda picked up the phone and started chattering in what Sarah assumed was Hindi. The image of the Deadly Viper assassin dressed as a nurse, whistling as she walked down a hospital corridor briefly flitted across Sarah's mind and fantasy Matt was suddenly joined by a beautiful half-dressed nurse. They took positions on either side of the hospital bed her fantasy had dropped her into, and started strapping her to the bed frame with leather restraints. With a gentle sigh, Sarah squirmed against the butt plug and slouched down in the soft seat, making the taut seatbelt press against her belly and breasts. Back in fantasy land, the nurse brought a leather strap across her naked flesh and pulled... -=-=-=-=-=- Matt got out of his taxi and stretched, looking around the market square as he did so. In the light of the setting sun, the square was cool, quiet and empty but for a greengrocer putting the last of his stock into a battered van and a few couples walking between the empty stalls on their way from the car parks to the restaurants that were clustered on the far side. Matt did the same. A few hours earlier this acre of cobblestones would have been full of people trying to hide from the bright summer sun by hiding under canopies, pretending to be interested in the goods on offer. Those who considered themselves locals would have congregated around the greengrocers and second-hand book stalls while the tourists focused on the stalls specialising in printing the town name on any form of clothing or plastic tat that they could find. Both groups would have wandered past the stalls offering “home cooked” cuisine from one of a dozen different nations, before diving into the air-conditioned cool of a nearby Subway or Starbucks. Matt stepped into the bar he'd asked Ananda to bring Sarah to and, after a brief queue at the bar, settled down in a quiet corner with a glass of local beer and a gin and slimline tonic. For the first time since he'd told Sarah to get dressed, Matt unlocked his phone and switched to the app that was paired with her phone. Matt clicked on a button marked “Status” and laughed loudly. The readouts showed that she was safely on her way into town but that her toys were listening to two separate phone calls: the plug in her ass was rumbling slowly but insistently; the one on her clit was pulsing; and the one on her g-spot was fading up and down in a way that he knew both excited and annoyed her. He'd planned to start manually controlling the toys to stop himself getting bored, but instead he decided to let them work on their own. Matt took a sip of beer and started tapping out a text message. Judging by the little moisture sensor he'd added, she was aroused enough that she'd be willing to be pushed a little bit out of her comfort zone. He sent the message and flicked back to the app, hoping to see the graphs react to the incoming message. Instead he saw that she was stopped on a side turning about a mile away and the toys were pulsing randomly in response to something he didn't recognise. -=-=-=-=-=- Sarah tried her hardest to suppress her post-orgasm high and to react as a responsible and respectable member of the community but the random pulsing in her crotch made it difficult to think straight, let alone act sober. The worst bit was, she was pretty sure the woman asking her questions was the reason her cunt was being teased so much. The female Police officer at Ananda's window directed another question at Sarah, her voice firm and authoritative but her face showing puzzlement and concern. “And, you're alright, are you Madam?” “Y..Yeah. I'm fine. Thank you officer. I'm just a bit... drunk. And nervous...” The officer looked at her doubtfully and Sarah was suddenly paranoid that everyone could smell her arousal. “Anyway, as I was saying, Sir, it's an offence to drive whilst using a hand-held mobile telephone. As well as the fixed penalty fine, I will have to inform the taxi licensing authority, who will probably want to ban you for a month.” Ananda flinched but waited for the policewoman to continue. “The thing is, Sir, that occasionally I can predict the future. Would you like to hear about the premonition that I had as I pulled you over, Sir?” Ananda nodded glumly. “I predict that you're going to take this lady to her destination and then you are going to go off-shift for the night. I'm then going to have a nice quiet night driving around looking for what the public so generously call 'real criminals'. And if I don't see your taxi again, I predict that I'm going to forget all about the fact you were using your phone. Do you believe in premonitions, Sir?” “Yes Officer.” Ananda's accent was as thick as Sarah had ever heard it. “I've always believed in premonitions. Very spiritual. Very trustworthy. I was just telling Miss Sarah that it was quiet tonight and I was thinking about going home to my wife and children. Very quiet night.” Sarah had her eyes closed again, but she could feel the officer's stare boring into her head when Ananda called her “Miss Sarah”. She suddenly realised how much it sounded like she was his Domme. The thought of switching and controlling someone made her clit ache and she briefly imagined handcuffing the female officer's hands behind her back and swinging her baton like a cane. “I'm glad we're in agreement Sir. I just hope nothing reminds me about your bad habits.” The woman took one last look through the window at Sarah, turned, and walked away, the erratic pulses becoming steadier as the she vanished into the blaze of blue flashing lights behind them. The dam holding back Sarah's excitement relaxed and she realised just how close she was to a second orgasm from this evil toy, and silently cursed the policeman for not keeping Ananda longer. It took Ananda picking up his phone and continuing his interrupted conversation for Sarah to realise that he'd never actually hung up on his caller. As subtly as she could in the now stationary car, Sarah started rocking her pelvis back and forth, grinding the toy into her ass, enjoying the shifting sensations in her pelvis. Desperately, she pressed her hand down on her pubic mound, forcing her body to make stronger contact the with two tiny rubberised prongs that stimulated her clit and g-spot. As her orgasm approached Sarah found herself fighting the urge to request permission to cum but she needed to orgasm again before she arrived in town if she was to have any form of control over her own body. Ananda finished talking in Hindi and dropped into an accent-less voice Sarah hadn't heard since that night in the pub. “Yeah, okay mate. About an hour. See you soon...” “Don't hang up!” Ananda turned to Sarah in surprise, his hand half way back to the phone's cradle, his thumb over the button that would end the call. “Sarah... Are you okay...?” Sarah pressed harder on her mound and involuntarily brought her left hand up to grab roughly as her breast. “Yes... Just... don't hang up. Not Yet. Please. Please? Just a few...” The feeling ran through her like an electric charge, the muscles in her legs and torso spasming uncontrollably as her orgasm ripped through her body. When she finally opened her eyes, Ananda was still frozen in place, his thumb hovering over his phone, his eyes firmly glued on the hand she had clasped to her chest. Embarrassment washed over Sarah and she heard her voice crack slightly when she broke the silence. “Can you... would you please hang up now? Actually, could you turn your phone right off?” Ananda nodded and thumbed the off switch. “Sarah...? What the hell just happened?” “Oh Ananda,” Sarah sighed. “It's a long story. My master -- I mean, Matt - is testing me. It's embarrassing, but it's okay. I promise.” “Okay... I won't ask.” Then, with a laugh, he switched back to his faked accent, “Mister Matt is Master Matt. Yes, Master Matt. Certainly, Master Matt.” Sarah took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure while Ananda started the engine and drove off in search of a place to turn around, all the time amusing himself by holding a one-sided conversation with “Master Matt”. “May I turn around now, Master Matt? Thank you Sir, the driveway is so big and enticing.” He caught her eye in the mirror and smiled warmly, his eyes dancing with teasing delight. With all other vibrations suddenly gone, Sarah became aware of the gentle pulsing between her breasts and dug the phone out of its warm resting place. There was a new message sent from Matt a few minutes beforehand. 'I will meet you in the Brahms & Liszt. Taxi paid for but no tip for Ananda. Be a good Pet give him something he'll appreciate. M.' Sarah shuddered with embarrassment and re-read the message, hoping she'd read it wrong. Then she read it a third time, hoping there was some way to deliberately misunderstand what Matt had meant. Ananda squeezed the taxi through the narrow roads that approached the town centre, still smiling to himself at his silly joke and his good fortune with the Policewoman. As they entered the market place, Sarah directed him to pull over in the quietest part of the square. Ananda turned to her, an apologetic look on his face. “We are here Miss Sarah. I'm so sorry about the thing with the Police. It was stupid and unprofessional. And I am sorry for my jokes about 'Master Matt'. I have seen many stranger things in my cab. Your private life is nothing to do with me, and you have my word I will never mention it again.” He reached into the unused ashtray and handed Sarah a business card. “Whenever you need a lift, please just ring. That is my private number, not the office. I will do my best to come get you.” Sarah took the card but avoided meeting Ananda's gaze, glancing nervously through the tinted side windows. “Matt says that he's paid the office but that he didn't give you a tip...” “Do not worry about it. You and Mister Matt tip more than generously. It is not needed every time.” “Matt said...” Sarah swallowed and took a deep breath, “My Master said that as a grateful Pet I should tip you. But he commanded me to come out without any money. He said to give you something you would appreciate...” Ananda was about to argue when Sarah reached behind her and nervously lowered the zip that ran down the back of her dress. As her hand reached her lower back she shrugged the dress forward, leaving her effectively topless. “I... I thought that you might appreciate this. Matt says that you like looking at my tits.” Sarah shivered, embarrassed and scared as to how Ananda would react. She realised that her gaze was now locked firmly on Ananda, a part of her hoping that if she didn't look out of the car, no one outside could she her. Drawing short breaths she waited, desperately wanting Ananda's response to be a positive one to counteract the voice of her insecurities screaming in her head that he thought she was ugly or fat, or that she was a nothing but a cheap slut. Ananda reached out and laid the back of his hand against her cheek, and gently caressed her, his rough fingers following her jaw line until he reached her chin. She closed her eyes as he traced under her chin and down her throat, making her swallow nervously as his fingertips dipped briefly into the indentation between her collarbones. His fingers ran down her sternum, down through the valley between her breasts, and traced his finger gently round her belly button. He paused for a few seconds, taking in every inch of visible flesh before him. Many times he'd enjoyed glances of Sarah's body, piecing them together in his mind as he saw them but he thought the whole was significantly more impressive than the parts had been. Slowly, cautiously, he brought his hand up along Sarah's right hand side, barely brushing her breast with the back of his hand, before tracing his fingers back across the underside of her soft yet firm flesh. Gently, he cupped her breast in his hand, the pad of his thumb resting on her nipple, gently rubbing the erect flesh as he moved his hand. Sarah's Birthday Surprise Ch. 02 “Miss Sarah, I wish that more women tipped this way. You have a truly beautiful body, and Matt is a lucky, lucky man.” He gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across her erect nipple and smiled. “Thank you Miss Sarah. You have definitely given me something to think about on my night off. And please -- thank Master Matt.” Sarah shivered again and flushed red, more embarrassed by the nice words than from her exposure. With a nervous smile and rapid nod of her head, she muttered that she would. Ananda smiled back and gestured for Sarah to cover herself up. She reached behind her and tried to tease the zip upwards, fighting its repeated stalls -- the dress had been tight to put on when she'd been standing up but here, flustered and sat in the back of a car, it was going to be nearly impossible. Ananda leant between the front seats and gestured for Sarah to turn, taking top of the dress in one hand and pulling the zip up smoothly until it stopped, nestled between her shoulder blades. “Now go. Do not keep your master waiting, Miss Sarah.” Sarah closed the door behind her and briefly panicked that she'd left her handbag behind. She always held the bag against her side as if it were both a fragile antiquity and a powerful shield -- something that would protect her for as long as she protected it. As she watched the grey Passat leave the market square she was very aware that she was without her shield and felt suddenly alone and vulnerable. She was Matt's right now, and he'd look after her. She just had to remember that. She looked down to the business card in her hand and allowed herself a small smile, proud that she'd had the confidence to do as Matt had demanded and elated that the man she'd exposed herself to had been appreciative. As she tucked the phone and business card into cleavage, she let her fingers linger briefly on her jugular notch, just as he had done. The pressure triggered feelings she normally associated with having Matt's hands on her throat -- control, dominance and danger tempered with care and compassion. She knew how easy it would have been for Ananda's touch to hurt her, but she'd seen a look in his eyes that said that he'd protect her from anything. As she crossed the marketplace, taking care not to damage her heels on the cobblestones, she wondered if she should tell Matt how submissive the touch had made her feel. -=-=-=-=-=- Matt watched as Sarah entered the bar and started scanning the room for his location. The dress looked as good on her frame as he'd hoped, accentuating her breasts and hips, controlling the barest hint of belly that she'd developed from the restaurant dinners that he loved treating her to, the strapless top cut across the top of her breasts, offering a modest but tantalising view of cleavage. She caught his eye and worked her way between the tables, turning sideways to squeeze through the occasional tight gap and grabbing the back of a chair for support as a young guy answered his ringing iPhone. Matt patted the chair next to him and Sarah settled down, a broad smile on her face. “Hiya!” Matt raised an eyebrow. “I mean -- Good Evening Sir.” “You look incredible, my Pet. How are you enjoying your birthday?” “Thank you Sir. You were very generous with your gifts. The dress and the phone are perfect. The toy is... evil. But I'm enjoying it, Sir.” Matt smiled and showed her his own phone, the screen displaying the vibrations that she could feel in her cunt and arse from the phone call two tables over. “I can see that you've been getting a nice little 'massage' on your trip into town. What happened about ten minutes ago?” Sarah took a sip of the drink in front of her and started telling Matt the story of her journey, focussing on the toy inside her and the female police officer who had pulled Ananda over. Before she realised what she was doing, she'd admitted that she found the officer attractive and that she'd begged Ananda to keep his phone on longer so that she could orgasm. “And what about Ananda? Did you tip him?” Sarah felt her cheeks redden again and she went to take another sip of drink, only to find the glass somehow empty. Matt offered her his half drunk glass of ale, and she eagerly swallowed down the bitter hoppy liquid. “Yes Sir. When we stopped outside I undid my dress so that he could see my chest.” “And did he enjoy it?” “I think so Sir. He ran his hand across my chest and my stomach. He has rough hands Sir.” “Rough hands? As in not smooth, or as in aggressive?” “Oh, no Sir. He's a gentleman Sir. His hands are worker's hands.” Matt smiled, knowing Sarah's fantasies. “Did you imagine those rough hands elsewhere?” Sarah nodded timidly. “I did Sir.” “Tell me.” “I imagined them on my cheeks and around my neck, Sir, controlling me. I imagined them grabbing at my breasts and pinching my nipples. And I imagined them in my pussy, stretching me and rubbing me. Sir” Matt laughed loudly enough to distract iPhone guy who turned to glance at them before returning to his call. “Oh, my predictable little Pet. Maybe one day I'll let you feel his fingers inside you.” Sarah shivered at the thought, the gentle vibrations from a distant phone (presumably iPhone guy) turning her on again so much sooner than she'd hoped. Matt finished his drink. “Right, Sarah. I enjoy having you as my Pet, and I hope you enjoy being my Pet. But tonight I want you to enjoy your birthday. This is your one and only 'get out of jail free' moment. Do you want to be my Pet tonight?” Sarah took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, and then smiled. “Yes, I want to be your Pet tonight. It's hard work, but I want this. And I want you to be proud of your Pet. I'm yours, Sir.” She twitched her head sideways slightly in thought before continuing. “But, Sir, can I ask if your gift has any more settings? If it continues like this, I'll be exhausted and rubbed raw before we get home.” Matt checked his watch and then handed Sarah his phone. “The show should be over by half nine and we have a dinner reservation for ten. You can select from the settings currently on the screen if you want but if you do, come eleven o'clock, it switches to the other two at the same time.” Sarah looked at the options...