The Birthday Gift

It started out as the customary birthday celebration; a cake with 34 glowing candies, some gorgeous gifts lovingly picked out by my thirty-two year old husband, and a �Happy Birthday Kiss� Then, �Oh, almost forgot this one,� he said nonchalantly.

Opening the small package Scott handed me, I knew instinctively that it was something special. It was a Wish Keeper. An ornate silver tube, with a small azure gemstone, on the end of a silver chain. The tube screws open, and inside that is a tiny scroll, where one is-expected to write down her wishes, and keep them close to her heart. Oh, it was beautiful! I thanked my husband with a million tiny kisses, and then opened the scroll, trying to decide what to write on it. But something was already on it!

�Kneel my pet,� said the familiar handwriting.

I looked up at my husband�s smiling face, and blushed. The best way to get me hot, he knew, was to make me kneel before him. I obeyed his written command immediately kneeling with hands behind my back, face turned up and eyes downcast, and he ran his fingers gently through my long cinnamon hair. His voice soft and reassuring as he slips the blindfold over my eyes, telling me, �You know I would never do anything that we have not previously talked about� His words sending chills through my body, we had talked about so many fantasies my mind beginning to race back to the things we had talked about. He continues his ministrations cuffing my hands to the straps previously placed on my thighs. �Do you remember what to say if at any time you feel you can�t go on and need all play to stop?� He questions. I swallow nervously, my tongue wetting my lips �911� I whisper. He bends kissing my forehead, � I love you,� I hear him say before bringing me to the car.

The blindfold making me disoriented losing track of time and turns until I feel the car stop. Scott got out and came around to open my door. He helped me out of the car, and attached a collar and leash to my neck. I follow behind him, holding onto the back of his coat to keep from stumbling. I heard him unlock and open a heavy door, and we stepped inside. The room had a pleasant Odor of roses and sandalwood, and I detected the unmistakable scent of leather. I heard rustling and knew we were not alone. My stomach begins to knot, my heart beats faster, I move in close to my Master for comfort.

Holding me in his arms, Scott kissed me deeply, and whispers in my ear, �This is it, my love. The day you have been waiting for. Do you still want it?�

�Yes, Sir,� I answered with a wavering voice, and he kissed me again, making my knees weak, and my pussy wet.

Uncuffing me, my Master started stripping me of my clothes; my last shield against the strangers in the room. My heart raced even more. I�ve been nude in front of my husband a million times, and I'm perfectly comfortable. But, God, I was about to be naked in front of who knows how many people; complete strangers, for all I knew! �You are so beautiful, my pet,� my Master�s voice came huskily in my ear. His voice reminding me of how sexy I am.

I stand there feeling the appreciative stares, from all directions. Showing off my wonderful, curvy body, my lovely round breasts my nipples hard as raisins and my delicious plump ass. When I was completely uncovered, Scott kissed my curvy body all over, nipping with his teeth in various sensitive places that make me wiggle. His touch making, every nerve come alive, and every tiny kiss felt like fire, and every nibble was electricity coursing through my body.

Ordering me to raise �my hands, my Master chained my wrists to a bar, high above my head. Similarly, my ankles were bound to a spreader bar, so that I could not close my legs. The first sting of my loving Master�s flogger lands on my soft buttocks before I could even entertain the thought of being helpless which he �followed with several more. Each stroke making me gasp and moan. He whipped my back and my thighs, and my ass tenderly, and lovingly at first, just allowing me to enjoy �the sensations. Very gradually, the whipping became more and more intense; the sting of the suede flogger coming ever harder and faster, and in due course I was panting, and crying out with every stroke of the multi-stranded whip. Oh, it was wonderful! My skin became hotter and hotter under Scott�s loving torture, and I was writhing with erotic desire.

I felt his hand between my thighs, and my husband slipped two fingers easily into my dripping wet cunt. Grinding my pussy into his hand, I wanted more, but he stopped all too soon. Feeling his fingers press against my mouth, I parted my lips, and he had me tasting my juices. Mmmmm. Someone else stepped up to us, and Scott moved away. Then I felt a strange pair of hands on my skin. They were rough, like raw wool, but they were gentle nonetheless. �Are you ready to learn what pain is about?� asked a voice I didn�t recognize. I nodded.

�Speak up,� he commanded calmly.

�YES!� I said as loudly as I could muster (which wasn�t very loud, I�m sure), �Hurt me!�

I yelp in painful surprise as I feel his fingers tangling in my hair pulling my head back roughly. His mouth covers mine, forcing his tongue between my lips. I felt his kiss from my head to my toes, and back up to my clit, and I returned it with equal passion. Breaking the kiss, this unseen man took over where Scott left off. He used a riding crop, and he showed no mercy! He started with my backside, beating my already tender ass soundly. My screams came from deep inside me, and shook the very walls, thrusting my ass out, so that my mystery man would have a good target. Moving around in front of me, he used the crop on the front of my thighs, and breasts.

He was a bit more gentle on my tits, but oh, the pain was exquisite! I cried out again, as he smacked my inner thighs, and purred when the crop lightly touched my hard clitoris. Holding onto the bar above me for support, I leaned back, spreading my thighs as wide as I could, while he whipped my pussy with the riding crop. Each stroke of the crop-hit lust the right spot, and I was screaming in pain, and filled with lust.
I was flying. There�s no other way to describe it. It was so unreal. Colors swirled around in my head. My body was no longer solid, and I was all spirit, pleasure, pain, desire, and sex. I was barely aware of -another presence behind me. While this man beat my pussy, a comforting feminine voice whispered in my ear. �We are going to put you on your knees now, dear. But first, I have something for you.� With that, I felt the pinch of clamps being placed on my perky nipples, and I hissed through clenched teeth. The bar above me was lowered, and I was gently guided to my knees by the loving hands of the woman who had whispered to me, and I felt her leather-clad hands gently caressing my sore ass.

WHACK! I cried out, louder than ever, as her thick wooden paddle connected hard with my very tender, red-hot ass cheeks. Again and again she spanked my ass with her paddle, and I cried out with every stroke. She paused a long time between strokes, so my ass never became accustomed to it.

While she paddled me, I felt a cock pressed to my lips. Without thinking, I took it into my mouth, and he grabbed my hair pulling me away. �Did I give you permission to suck my cock?� He asked simply, twisting my hair in� his hands.

�No, Sir� I said quickly, and the paddle stung my ass again. He released my hair, and pressed his cock to my lips again, and like a good girl, I waited this time for his orders. �Lick it,� he said simply, and I licked it from balls to tip, and back again. I pleasured him with my tongue, as best I knew how, all the while the woman behind me was slamming her paddle against my sensitive ass.

Another man stepped up to us. It could have been my husband, but I wasn�t at all sure. He took off my nipple clamps, gently massaged my nipples and then put the clamps back on. I think he loosened them, because it didn�t hurt quite as much this time. He tugged on the clamps, and I moaned loudly, and then his hands were gently caressing my back. Someone slipped a rubber butt-plug slowly into my ass, and a voice told me that if I let it go, there would be trouble. I clamped down with my sphincter muscles, to make sure that didn�t happen, and the man whose cock I was licking ordered me to open my mouth. He pushed his cock in, and ordered me to suck him off, which I gladly did.

Now, at least three sets of hands were gently massaging my skin, another playing with my tits, and tugging on the clamps, while the woman behind me paddled me harder, and I was fucked furiously in the mouth. With my hair gripped in his hands, this man savagely thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, and I did my best to take him all the way in. Soon, groaning throatily, he came in my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed as much of his cum as I could, but I felt a lot of it drip from my lips, and down my chin. Immediately, his cock was replaced by another thicker, but shorter, and someone else was fucking my mouth. My moans muffled by the hard cock in my mouth, I felt someone kneeling behind me, and another cock was sliding between my dripping wet pussy lips, and a set of fingers was gently rubbing my clit. I felt a tongue at my chin, as someone licked the semen from my face, while my mouth was being fucked.

�Are you enjoying yourself, dear?� asked the lilting feminine voice, and I nodded. Oh, God, what an understatement I was in Heaven! No. Not Heaven! No Angel had ever flown so high, as I was flying then!

Breathing heavily, and shaking violently, the man behind me came in my love-tunnel, and someone else took his place. The man in my mouth came, and I swallowed every drop of his semen. Then I smelled the delicate musk of a vagina, and my head was pushed down and I started licking her pussy. I licked and sucked, and made her moan and she came in my face as yet another load of hot white sperm shot into my cunt.

I honestly can�t tell you how many times I was fucked that night, how many cocks were in my cunt or my mouth, or how many times these men came on me, in my mouth, or in my pussy. A wild guess? Four men, besides my husband? And that gentle Dominatrix who paddled my ass so tenderly. But it could have been an army. And I was the center of attention. I was the birthday girl. I�m sure my ass saw more than 50 smacks, but I won�t complain.

Time had no meaning, and I took all of. The pain and pleasure that was offered for an all too brief eternity and it all came to a crashing crescendo With hands all over my body, and a hard cock in every orifice, I rose higher and higher from the material world, my flesh shivering with rapture. I think I screamed, when my climax came, my juices flowing from my body like white rapids on a mighty river. And I nearly passed out from the sheer ecstasy. Barely conscious, I felt the tender kisses from our party guests, as they bid us farewell. The woman whispers in my ear, making me shiver �I�ll see you around, dear.� As they all left the room. Scott unchained me, dressed me, and helped me back out to the car. I wasn�t allowed to remove my blindfold until we got home, where we took a nice hot shower together, and then cuddled in front of the television, until it was time to go to bed. Not really paying attention, I don�t know what we watched. I just snuggled close to my darling husband, basking in his love.

I never asked who was in the room that night. I don't think I even want to know.