Happy Birthday to a Slave Boy
The Anticipation
I tell you, "You might want to think about switching to a reduced fiber diet and wearing your butt plug a few days prior to your birthday party. I'll be giving you an enema that afternoon." I say this as we walk through the door, our arms laden with grocery bags.
"Yes, Mistress," you respond as you leave the bags you're carrying and aid me in putting them away.
Moving into the living room, I set down my purse on the table and take off my heels, relaxing. Before I can register it, you're at my feet, kissing my stocking-covered toes.
"You seem to be in your best behavior today. Is there a reason for it? Perhaps your nerves about your birthday party?" I query playfully.
"Perhaps, Mistress," you say in a soft, apprehensive voice.
I gently tug on your bottom lip, using it to pull you to me. "Looking forward to seeing you as the center of attention tonight and satisfying our guests' desires beyond their wildest dreams. Follow my instructions carefully, and you'll have nothing to worry about," I say, slapping your cheeks gently for emphasis before heading to the bedroom and leaving you to finish unpacking the groceries and start dinner.
"Yes, Mistress," you mumble, your voice trembling.
You're aroused and nervous at the same time. Slave, 20 people have sent back their RSVP responses, which means up to 40 people and their "plus one" could show up, giving you 80 spanks or more, or taking turns fucking you! The notion makes your spine tingle with dark erotic fear.
As I extract myself from the cage anchored into the bed frame, you see that the day has dawned sunny and clear.
"Slave!" I bark impatiently.
"Yes, Mistress," you say, hastening to give me a foot massage.
"Good, slave. Now, go start my shower and make the coffee. We have a lot to do before tonight's festivities."
"Yes, Mistress," you agree before running off to tend to my needs.
I head to the salon for a hair, nail, and makeup appointment while you're home polishing my boots to a mirror shine, collecting my attire from the cleaners, directing the florist and caterer deliveries to my specifications, and ensuring the dungeon is fully stocked.
I text you a list of drinks, snacks, lubricants, and condoms to purchase and place in the dungeon, keen on maintaining the integrity of my dear toy. I don't want to risk him being damaged by guests who don't have my trust.
I'm looking forward to enema time later today. I can't contain my excitement as You prep me for it.
"Mistress, what do You have in store for me tonight?" you ask, eager for information.
"If I told you that, it would spoil the surprise," I explain, measuring out the warm soapy water and hanging the enema bag on the shower door. You put on a latex glove and lubricate the tip of the tube.
"Roll onto your right side with your left leg bent at the knee and up towards your chest," you command.
"Yes, Mistress."
I'm tempted to press for more details, but I decide to keep silent so as not to irritate you while you're giving me an enema. It's best not to disturb the pleasure by pushing you too much.
I'm reluctant to ask for further plans, so I cough out the question. "Mistress, what's planned for me tonight?"
"If I tell you then it might ruin the surprise," you say, estimating the quantity of liquid in the bag, and hang the bag on the shower door. You put on a glove and lubricate the enema's end. From there, you order, "Lie down and roll onto your right side with your left leg bent at the knee and towards your chest."
"Yes, Mistress," you obey, hesitant to pursue more information.
I'm growing evermore anxious with each passing moment. I can't bring myself to voice my concerns, wary of possibly upsetting you in the midst of preparing for enema time. But soon, my apprehension blooms into rampant desire at the thought of the games we'll play with my guests.
I feel the object move out of my anus and remain still as I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. It takes just a few minutes before I'm standing and making my way to the bathroom, where I empty my bowels.
You can hear me through the door, urging me to hurry up and get in the shower, as You're planning to check the house one last time before getting ready.
The build-up
The florist did an excellent job with the stunning arrangements of flowers throughout the house, which our guests seemed to appreciate as they mingled and made their way down the stairs. My gaze shifts to my Dominant, watching Her laugh over something Her friend, Goddess Lilly, had said. I'm amazed by my good fortune in finding an alien-like creature like You. You look incredibly sexy in that fitted leather vest and skin-tight leather miniskirt I bought for You. I feels proud knowing my saliva brought out the high-gloss shine on Your boots. As You catches my gaze, I'm unable to look away. My pulse quickens as I notice Your focus on me.
"Take your knees and seek permission to offer Goddess Lilly boot worship," You dictate while the room goes silent.
Goddess Lilly possesses a presence all her own. If I hadn't just emptied my bowels, I might've just shit myself right there. I keep my eyes fixed on the ground as I move towards Goddess Lilly and request the privilege to serve Her boots. I hear laughter, which causes heat to rise in my neck and blush invades my cheeks. I kneel and press my lips to the leather of Her stunning boots. She even lets me lick the soles clean.
I feel free at this moment. Totally naked, except for Your collar around my neck, Your chastity cage wrapped around my pathetic cock, and the bejeweled "Happy Birthday" crown on my head. I'm on my knees and worshipping the feet of beautiful women. This is where I belong.
"Enough." I hear You say. I slowly move back to rest on my heels. "Everyone, join in the festivities. There's food and drink downstairs, along with cake and ice cream."
The main event
I head to the wardrobe and retrieve the leather cuffs and blindfold, instructing you to stand in front of me while I fasten everything on you.
I lead you to the padded bench, Your wrists and ankles restrained, Your amazing ass on display, and Your head turned to the side.
"Anyone here wants to give My slave a birthday spanking and/or dicking to celebrate a birthday? Doesn't he deserve it?" I inquire as I hit Your right cheek with a stinging slap, eliciting cheers from our friends.
This is only the start of the next two hours as some of our guests deliver birthday spankings to Your sensitive ass. It doesn't take long before Goddess Sandra puts Her strap-on on and fucks Your ass while Master Sam fucks Your face. I keep a watchful eye as You are used for everyone's pleasure.
You start to fade, like you're floating on a cloud, as one by one, each person has their turn with You. It's not until a cool, gel-like substance is spread on Your burning ass cheeks that You start to wake up. You feel an oral suckle of cold water and begin to eagerly suck on the straw, gasping when the cold liquid hits the back of your raw throat.
You're covered in a warm, velvety blanket and freed from the spanking bench. I guide You over to the couch to rest on Your side, where You can receive pets and compliments from our guests and from Me.
Goddess Lilly presents You with a piece of birthday cake with ice cream. I scoot over on the couch to make room and She lets You rest Your head in Her lap as She shares a piece of Her ice cream with You.
I beam with pride as everyone gathers around to sing "Happy Birthday" to You.
This was a terrific night. I can tell how high You're still flying from the starry-eyed expression and the soft, dreamy smile on Your lips.
I appreciate you taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did in writing it.
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