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A Birthday Gift
by Suki
suki@fish.com
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 order 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 indiscretion. 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 unbuttoning 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 immobilized. It makes me feel excited and
vulnerable. You add a blindfold. *Thank you* I silently will that at
you.
The feeling of being immobilized is like an aphrodisiac. 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 unbidden 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
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Suki<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom.
One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.
suki@fish.com
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A Birthday Gift
by Suki
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