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A Birthday to Remember
By: TaoWriter (taowriter@yahoo.com)I’d squirmed all through dinner at the up-scale restaurant, unable to eat much, eager to move on the rest of night’s adventure. I’m sure I left a puddle on the cloth-covered chair, but fortunately, the dim lighting made it hard to see.
Now, black silk covered my eyes, and though I had no idea where I was when the car stopped, I shivered in anticipation. A warm hand gripped my thigh where my short skirt had ridden up. His low voice rumbled against my ear. Are you ready for a birthday you’ll never forget, pet?
I nodded. Yes, Master.
Very well. Your safe word is in place. And no matter how it appears, I shall never be far from you. Tonight, your limits will be tested, but as always, the ultimate control is in your hands.
I stifled a sigh at his obvious consideration for me. I was lucky to have such a wonderful Master. Yes, Sir.
Make me proud.
Yes, Sir.
As He helped me from the car, the cool night breeze fluttered my skirt, sending soft shockwaves of delight across my bare, clean-shaven pussy, my ass. My muscles tightened around the neck of the mid-sized buttplug Master had carefully inserted several hours earlier. My nipples puckered against the white spandex halter top He’d also selected for my ensemble.
He held my arm, guiding me, keeping me steady on the spikey-heeled shoes in my induced-darkness. The surface beneath my feet seemed uneven, like a stone sidewalk. Master rapped on a door, and it creaked opened.
Good evening, sir.
The party guests await you and the birthday girl in the playroom, said a smooth male voice. Shall I take your suit jacket?
The playroom. The word, with its promises of things to come, sent another throb of desire straight to my clit. No, not to come, to cum, if Master was in a giving mood. It being my birthday and all, I hoped for permission to cum when I wanted. As often as I wanted. Moisture seeped onto my thighs as He guided me down a staircase. We stopped at what I assumed was the bottom, and He stepped behind me, drawing me close. His teeth nipped the slope of my neck, and His hands reached around to cup my breasts.
I gasped in delight when He pinched my nipples, rolling them through the thin cotton barrier.
His arousal pressed against my spine.
I moaned, tightening my cunt and ass, desperately seeking any sensations as He continued to tweak my sensitive tits.
He chuckled, stepping away from me. Much better, pet. There’s a lovely flush of sexual need in your cheeks now, and your nipples are beautiful, trying to escape from that top.
Another door creaked open, and I heard the low murmur of a group of people grind to a halt. Ah, here they are at last, someone proclaimed.
Let the fun begin! another voice shouted.
Yes, I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on, no, make that my dick in, – there was a smattering of laughter – your delicious pet, Ethan, so get the little slut’s ass in here and let’s have at her.
Very well. Master pulled me into the room, then let go of my elbow and vanished. For a moment, fear crept over me. But I shook it off, knowing He’d let nothing happen to me – nothing I didn’t want.
I stood still, waiting for the first touch, the first order, anything to get things moving. I didn’t have to wait long. I could sense the air around me thicken, warmth from nearby bodies, hear the breathing of my Master’s friends, those He had chosen to share me with tonight. Hands reached for me, caressed, stroked my body, my hair.
Too many clothes, someone pronounced.
Yes, get her naked. We can start with the birthday spanking.
I sucked in my breath with anticipation at that, and was rewarded by Master’s low chuckle from somewhere off to my left. The hands removed my top, while another set pulled my skirt down my legs, then encouraged me to step out of it.
Now naked except for my high-heels, I was led across the room.
What do you think, Ethan? Cross? Horse? Hooked to the ceiling? How shall we display your pet for her birthday spanking?
No answer was spoken aloud, but suddenly His cologne filled my nose. I recognized the grip on my ankle as His, and obeyed the silent commands as cold metal clicked shut around each ankle, my legs spread wide. My arms were likewise bound, pulled out and upwards, leaving me forming a wide, open X.
A gag? a soft voice asked.
No, Master answered. I prefer no gags. He didn’t need to remind me that I wasn’t to cry out. He loved being able to hear my unmuffled moans and groans, liked me able to beg when the time was right.
Someone clapped. Then let’s get her warmed up, shall we? Choice your implements, my friends, and let’s help the slut celebrate her birthday.
What about this? The buttplug rocked inside my ass as someone wiggled it. I sighed in delight.
Leave it for now. No one hits the base…yet, Master instructed. He trailed his fingers down my spine, then wacked my right ass-cheek. The sting made me jump, and He chuckled. I knew His handprint probably stood out, stark pink against the creamy white of my flesh. He’d marked me first, as was His right. I belonged to Him.
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Have you forgotten your manners already, pet?One, Master. Thank you.
The second blow matched the first, but on the opposite cheek. Now I surely wore His handprints on both sides. My clit throbbed in time with the sting. Two, Master. male lockeroom erotic stories
The next blow was long, and thin, crossing my ass well above the base of the buttplug. I gasped at the fire left behind by what I suspected was a crop. Three, Master.
Another set of fire rained down on my flesh from the other direction, this time igniting multiple trails of flame. A cat.
I continued counting while Master and his friends continued to deliver a variety of stimulation, leaving me guessing about what they used on me. A hairbrush, flat side, which was then turned over and used with the bristles against my tender flesh. A belt, its wide, strong leather cracking as it impacted. A thin rod that stung like a son-of-a-bitch and left tears streaming down my face. At that point, a hot mouth closed over my left tit, drawing hard on the nipple. Pain and pleasure swirled around me, and I moaned. Another mouth took my other breast, and at the same time, a blow landed on my ass, driving the butt-plug deeper. My gasp became the count.
Fingers probed my cunt, spreading over my clit the slick wetness oozing from my hole. I jerked against my bonds as the fingers drove deep inside my body.
Oh, yes! I cried out.
Greedy little bitch. You like that, huh? The fingers thrust again, deeper. The mouths on my breasts sucked hard, one dragging a set of teeth across my nipple, then biting down with just the right pressure.
Yes, yes, I do. Another blow landed on the plug, wrenching a cry from me. It hurt, but combined with the good sensations, it drove me toward the edge. Master! Oh, please, Master.
What is it, pet? He answered me from a distance.
May I cum, Master?
Already, pet? He sounded disappointed.
I clenched my teeth against the rising orgasm as more blows fell upon me. The fingers in my cunt withdrew, spread me open, then began smacking my clit. Aaahh! I couldn’t take much more, but I didn’t want to disappoint Him. Please, Master.
Hands massaged my stinging ass, and the plug was wiggled, then withdrawn partially, only to be thrust back into my rear. Soon I was being gently ass-fucked with it. Master, pleeease!
Well… The silence lingered forever while my tormentors continued to stimulate me. It is your birthday. You may cum.
Yes!
The fingers crammed themselves back into my pussy, hard, and fast, fucking me. My tits were mauled and sucked and nipped, and my ass, my ass was pounded with the plug. Yes! My body shook, pulling on my bonds as my orgasm ripped through my body. Thank you, Master! Oh, thank you.
My muscles quivered as I was released from the metal bonds. Strong fingers, fingers I knew, massaged each area as it was freed. Master then wrapped His arms around me. Are you warmed up, pet?
Yes, Master.
Ready to continue, then?
I smiled. Yes, Sir. A good warm-up, yes, but we hadn’t come even close to testing my limits as He’d promised.
Very well. He led me carefully through the room, occasionally making a slight detour, to go around things, I guessed. Kneel here. All fours. He pushed me onto what gave like a mattress beneath my knees as I took up the position He’d ordered. Move back this way a bit, pet. I wiggled backward. Perfect. He pushed my shoulders down, leaving me with my ass stuck up in the air. My stomach tightened, wondering what He had in store next.
With a quick swat on my ass, He then grabbed the plug and pulled it out.
I groaned with the sudden empty feeling. Oh, not to worry, pet. We’ve got plenty of other things in mind for your sweet, sensitive ass.
My dick, for one, announced the voice that had mentioned wanting to get his dick in me when we’d first arrived.
I don’t think she could take your dick in her ass, Malcom. That monster’s better kept in the front hole where it can’t do as much damage, said the soft voice.
Anything’s possible with the right prep work. Right, Ethan? Malcom asked.
Perhaps, Master said. But I think she’ll require a good deal more training to take you that way. Remember the terms for tonight. Nothing that leaves permanent marks, or is beyond her tolerance. Bending, pushing, but not breaking. He only ass-fucked me on rare occasion, as I wasn’t truly fond of it and found it painful. Master’s cock was larger than the buttplug He’d just removed, the instrument I’d been recently becoming accustomed to in order to better please Him. Pushing my limits. That was what tonight was all about. I shuddered to think what Malcom’s monster might do to me.
At least, in the backdoor.
The idea of a monster cock in my pussy had me squeezing my inner muscles.
Stop that. He brought His hand down on my ass, hard, causing me to flinch. Do not disgrace me by acting like you’re just a horny little slut with no training.
I wanted to apologize, but knew that would only anger Him more.
I took a deep breath and released it slowly, awaiting the next portion of my birthday night.
