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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Never Remember Birthdays (Fdom/M) by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com) *** A man forgets his wife's birthday and comes to not regret it. (A companion piece to "The Perfect Birthday Present". *** (This is a companion piece to "The Perfect Birthday Present".) Chapter 1: Brenda's Pissed It was a great Saturday. I was just getting home from the golf course where I'd had a near record round. I was on top of the world. Life couldn't be better. I walked in the door and hollered, "Hi, Honey, I'm home!" There was no response, and that surprised me because I could hear the TV-- Brenda was home. I walked into the den and she was sitting staring at the program. I repeated, "Hi, Honey," as a prelude to a torrent of words telling her about the wonderful morning I'd had on the course. She turned and glared at me and snapped off the set. I was taken aback. "What's the matter?" I asked. "You don't know!? You really don't know!?" She was one pissed wife, but I hadn't a clue. "Brenda, why are you pissed off? I don't understand." "I can't believe it!" she said, "you really have forgotten haven't you?" "Forgotten what?" I asked. "You say you love me, but you've completely forgotten haven't you?" She sounded really sad now, which made me feel worse than when she was just pissed-off at me. "Honey, I really don't know why you're upset. What have I done?" She started to cry. "You say you love me, but without so much as a word you leave me alone on my birthday and head off with your buddies to the dumb golf course." She began to cry in earnest. Oops. I was in trouble now. I couldn't believe I had been so thoughtless as to forget her 19th birthday. I sat down on the couch next to her. "Oh, Brenda, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I'll make it up to you." I tried to put my arms around her. She shoved me away, stood and stomped across the room and flounced into the chair. She was pissed again. "Yah," she said, "and how will you make it up to me?" I thought furiously. "I'll take you to that French restaurant you've been wanting to try. How's that." "I don't feel like it," she said still pissed. "We could go to the movies," I said a little questioningly. "That's not very special," she shot back. "That hardly makes up for forgetting!" Her mood shifted to tears again. "Brenda, I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. What do you want to do? I'll do it, just tell me?" "You think you can get off by just taking me out or doing one quick thing. Well it won't work, buster. I'm pissed and hurt." "Brenda," I said, "it's only half way through Saturday. We've still got the rest of the weekend ahead. We can spend the rest of it celebrating your birthday. We can make it special." Brenda shot back, "Yah! So how!? How can we make it special?" A light glimmered. "Brenda, why don't we spend the rest of the weekend doing whatever you want whenever you want." Maybe that would mollify her. I didn't like her unhappy with me and wanted out of the doghouse bad. "What do you mean," she shot back, "about 'whatever and whenever'?" I said, "just that. You decide what you want and we'll do it." She said, "Do you mean that you'll do whatever I want?" "Yes," I said desperately, "you tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." "I don't believe you," she said with a little pout. "I'll ask you to do something you don't really want to do and you'll just beg off." She began to cry again. "Brenda, Brenda. I promise. I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the weekend." "Do you really mean it?" she asked. "Yes!" I said firmly. "Do you really promise to do whatever I want?" "I will, Brenda, I really will." She thought for a beat and then started to look angry again. "No, I don't believe you. You don't really want to please me. You just want to get out of trouble with me." "No, Brenda, I really want to do what you want. Go ahead, just ask." Chapter 2: Brenda Takes Control She thought for about thirty seconds. "Okay, we'll see. Take off your clothes!" As you might expect I was nonplussed. "Whaa-aat?" I stammered. "Just as I thought," Brenda shot back. "You say you'll do what I want, but the first thing I ask you to do you balk at." "But why do you want me to take my clothes off?" I countered. "Look," she said, "it isn't a matter of debate. You agreed to do what I want. I want you to take off your clothes. Are you going to do what I want this weekend or not?" "But I don't understand." "It's not a matter of understanding. It's a matter of doing what I want or not. And it's apparently 'not'. Just as I thought." She was pissed again. She jumped to her feet and started angrily out of the room. "Okay, okay. I'll take off my clothes." Frankly the idea excited me. I was just so surprised that I had frozen. I got up and started stripping. By the time I took off my shorts I had to make sure not to catch the waistband on my hardening cock. Brenda stood there watching me and when I was naked she walked slowly around me looking me arrogantly up and down. "Get down on your knees." Again I was startled and hesitated. "I said, 'get down on your knees'". I got down. She stepped closer and looked down at me. "You said you'd do what I want for the rest of the weekend. I'm going to take you up on that. You're going to treat me like a slave treats his mistress. Understand?" "Yes, Brenda, sure. Just tell me what you want." "To start with, you'll address me as Mistress. And unless told otherwise you'll speak only when spoken to and then respond with a 'Yes, Mistress' or a 'No, Mistress.' Got it!?" "Yes, Mistress," I said. My cock got harder. It clearly liked what was going on. I'd read a little bit about Femdom when I surfed the net and the concept had titillated me. I didn't think I was ready for cock and ball torture, but the thought of sexually serving my wife was a real turn-on. Since I didn't think she was into CBT I was beginning to be glad I had forgotten her birthday. Brenda sat in the chair. "Crawl over here and face me." I crawled in front of her and knelt. "Stroke your cock for me." This was getting better and better. I began to stroke my cock slowly and voluptuously. It responded appropriately. It got bigger and harder and it felt great! "To start with I'm going to punish you for forgetting my birthday. But after that you are going to make it up to me by worshipping my body and doing everything to it I've ever wanted you to do. Got it, slave?" "Yes, Mistress," I said with ever-growing enthusiasm. "Okay. Get over my lap!" I now understood the game and didn't hesitate. I had fantasized about being naked and spanked by a clothed woman and now it was happening. I said "Yes, Mistress," and crawled over her lap. She brought her knees together capturing my equipment. She was wearing short-shorts and my naked cock was pressed between her bare thighs. The feeling was beyond description. She laid one hand possessively on my back and fondled my ass with the other. Then she began to spank me. At first she didn't strike hard. She just patted me on the ass. After every few strokes she would stop and fondle my ass some more. Occasionally she would reach between my legs and fondle my cock and balls. My cock was by now huge and hard. Her blows got harder and harder. From pats she progressed to the swats associated with birthday spankings. But near the end she was really whaling away and it hurt. I began to squirm and cry out with, "Ow" and "ouch". "Don't ever forget my birthday again. It's not the proper way for a slave to treat his mistress." "Yes, Mistress," I gasped. But I knew that I would never remember it again if I could help it. Chapter 3: Brenda Gains Satisfaction She finally stopped spanking me and shoved me onto the floor. I got back onto my knees. She stood up and she was so close that her crotch nearly bumped my face. I started to back up. "Stay still," she commanded. I stopped moving. "Take off my shoes and socks." I saw where this was going and my rock-hard cock twitched. She was wearing slip-ons and socks. She lifted her right foot off the floor and I gently removed the shoe and then the sock. She raised her left foot and I repeated the process. "Kiss each foot, slave," she commanded. "Yes, Mistress," as I bent down and kissed the top of each foot. I returned to a kneeling position with my head at the level of her crotch. She fixed her eyes on mine and very slowly and deliberately grabbed the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing and inch by tantalizing inch she lifted it up and over her head before throwing it in a corner. She was braless, something I hadn't realized in the consternation of our earlier altercation. Her tits looked fantastic, especially when her arms were over her head. She has great tits, and her nipples are large and were now erect, looking like pencil erasers sticking out from the beautiful aureoles. I was mesmerized. My cock was starting to ooze. She grinned knowingly. "You like what you see, slave boy?" "Oh yes, Mistress," I said. Looking pointedly at my cock, she said, "Yes, I can tell you do. Now take off my shorts." "Yes, mistress" I said. My hands were trembling with excitement. I fumbled with the button and the zipper and finally got them open. I slid the shorts from her hips and was amazed to find her naked twat staring me in the face. She wasn't wearing panties! As she stepped out of the shorts I had pulled down for her I had time to realize that she had planned all of this and manipulated me into agreeing to be her slave. That didn't upset me. It thrilled me even more. My cock felt like it was about to explode. When the shorts were gone Brenda stood before me completely naked. She had spread her legs and her beautiful cunt bush was inches from my face. "Still like what you see, slave boy?" she asked with an amused tone. "Oh Yes, Mistress," I said. "I think you're beginning to get with it," she said. "Yes, Mistress," I said very enthusiastically. "Then lap my cunt!" she demanded. She grabbed me by the hair and ground my eager mouth against her pussy. I lapped furiously. "Find the clit, slave. It's time you learned to do this right. Enthusiasm helps, but you need skill. Find the clit and concentrate on it." I moved my tongue around until I felt the rubbery protrusion of her clit and then went to work on it with a vengeance. "That's it. Keep it up." She commanded. I flicked and licked as fast as I could. Brenda began to get wobbly and collapsed into the chair dragging my head along with her. I missed only one beat before I found my target again and continued pleasuring it. Brenda finally exploded in a screaming orgasm. I kept tonguing and before she had come completely down from her first high I was driving her up again. She exploded for a second time and then a third. She pushed my head away and relaxed for just about a minute while I knelt humbly before her hoping for an appropriate encore. I got it. "On your back, slave". I lay down on the living room carpet with my cock pointing straight up. It felt like it might scrape against the ceiling it felt so big. I had never felt so focused on my cock. It was the center of my existence, the only part of my anatomy that I could feel. "Put your arms straight back along the floor and keep them there," Brenda demanded. I complied. She climbed on top of me and put her cunt against my lips. "Suck some more, slave boy." I lapped for a minute or so but she was not ready to cum again. She slid down and impaled her cunt on my cock. "Don't cum unless I tell you to, slave." "Yes, Mistress." She started to move in slow languorous strokes up and down on my turgid member. It was exquisite. I watched her tits bouncing as she moved. I wanted nothing more than to reach up and squeeze them and to rub my fingers over those huge nipples. Perversely, not being allowed to do so heightened the exoticness of the moment. Finally Brenda leaned forward and pushed one of her nipples at my face. "Suck and lap my nipples, slave." I captured her tit in my mouth and tried to suck the whole thing in while at the same time working my tongue against her jutting, diamond-hard nipple. She continued to ride my cock. She had a shattering orgasm. I barely managed to restrain myself, but as she came a second time in a screaming, arching throe of ecstasy I couldn't keep control any longer. My balls erupted. My cum, which had been boiling for what seemed like hours erupted through my cock and flooded her steaming cunt. I came and came and came again. It was the most intense orgasm of my life and judging from the sounds that Brenda was making it was pretty good for her too. When we both came down again Brenda pushed herself up and stared down into my eyes. She tried to look stern, but the twinkle in her eyes gave her away. "You came without permission, slave. You'll have to be punished." I couldn't wait... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 25