Message-ID: <2560eli$9708011041@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2560.txt> From: Suki <suki@fish.com> Subject: Story: A Birthday Gift (mf, ds) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <33E0D55F.298@fish.com> A Birthday Gift by Suki You thought I didn't notice, didn't you. That little play for sympathy that you were having to study on your birthday. Pobrecito. Let me see if I can distract you from studying for a little while. This is my gift to you. "Do you trust me?" you asked. I opened my mouth to reply and no sound came out. Mutely, I nodded my head. "Close your eyes." I did so, standing still, unsure as to what to expect. I heard your footsteps quietly retreat from me and resisted the temptation to open my eyes and watch what you were doing. Keeping them closed was more daring, and much harder for me to do. I knew you were watching me to see if I would open them. I felt you behind me, pressing up against me. My eyes were still shut, and I leaned back against you, relying on your body for support. I wanted to give myself to you. All of me. I wanted that to be my gift to you. Even if it was just for this one day, I wanted you to be my master. Master. Somehow that word did not come off my tongue quite right. Whenever I heard it I thought of the old horror/humor movies where the servant always said "Yessssth Mawster." Sir fits better. And it is easier for me to say. Sir. "Put your hands behind your back." you ordered softly. I comply and feel thick leather cuffs being fastened to my wrists. My heart starts beating faster and a sudden jolt of desire runs through me. My eyes are still closed and my legs start feeling weak. I lean against you even more for support. You pull away from me suddenly, and I momentarily loose my balance. Startled, I open my eyes. You give me a stern look and I quickly close them again, regaining my balance. I am not sure if you will let me slide for that indescretion. I hope not. I feel you close to me again. This time you are in front of me. Your finger slides by my lips and down my neck. Slowly, starting from the collar, you begin un-buttoning my blouse. The shirt opens to reveal a bra. Tsk. Unhooking in back of course. Tsk, tsk. I *knew* I shouldn't have worn a bra today. You slide the shirt down my arms and leave it resting where my wrists are buckled together. The bra is unhooked. My eyes are still closed but I can feel your presence withdraw from me. Your eyes are on me. It makes me embarrassed. I want to pull my shirt back over myself and hide. But I won't do that. Instead I lower my head. I can feel a flush spreading over my neck. It is an embarrassed flush. You are still staring and I feel as if you are measuring me. You would probably break in right now and say "No, I was admiring..." It doesn't matter. I feel your hand under my chin, forcing my head up higher. You wrap something around my neck and buckle it in place. It feels like a collar. "It is a collar." you state, shocking me with your ability to read my mind. It is not the first time you have done this. I am guided by you over to what feels like a chair. You tug my skirt and underwear off, but leave the garters. They were a surprise to you. I hope they pleased you. Sir. The word still doesn't come easily, even to my mind. You add two more leather cuffs to my ankles and tie them tightly to the legs of the chair. Then you continue adding cuffs until I am bound to the chair by my ankles, thighs, waist, arms, and by the collar. My head is forced upward by that last tie, and I begin to wish you would put a blindfold on me. My eyes are still shut, but it is hard to keep them closed. Thoughts, images, and edge of panic jumble through my mind. I have never been so carefully imoblized. It makes me feel excited and vulnerable. You add a blindfold. *Thank you* I silently will that at you. The feeling of being imoblized is like an aphrodesiac. I can feel myself flushing again. But this time it is a good flush, the kind of flush you get when you get warm. This is what I wanted to give you for your birthday. Me. Everything. This time the word springs un-bidden to my lips. It is out even before I think about it because it comes so naturally. "Sir..." Even through the blackness of the blindfold I can see you smile. Happy Birthday -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /