Happy Birthday – [Mf][Mfm][bdsm][forced-bi]

Again and again his hand slaps her reddened cheeks leaving the ghostly imprint of his fingers. She squirms in his lap and sobs, gulping down air in between her cries. She is lain across his legs with her rounded behind pointing daintily upward. Her skin is creamily pale so that his hand-prints are starkly defined, first burning white hot, then cooling to angry red. He wraps her red hair around his hand and pulls, gently but insistently, lifting her head to see her face. He looks into her eyes and his other hand begins to attack her clitoris. She has been on the edge of orgasm for hours. Thick gobs of cream dangle from her inflamed labia, coating her thighs and darkening his tailored trousers.

He tilts her head back further and quietly says “Why do you persist in defying me, McKenzie? You could save yourself all this frustration.” He emphasises this last word by pinching her sensitive clit and slapping her wet mound. She groans in response.

“Please, master. Please just let me cum. I’m sorry for defying you.”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple, my dear.” He takes his hand away from her crotch and unwinds her hair so that her head dangles limply toward the floor. “It’s a question of *propriety*, you see.”. He reaches down to toy with her nipple. His fingers are slick with her wetness and they glide over and around, stroking her areola. She moans quietly and humps backward against the empty air. His voice is calm and measured. He knows that she can’t resist forever. “It’s a question of what is mine.”

His hand softly cups her breast, “Take this for example. Whose tits are these, McKenzie?”. She thrills and coos, enjoying his touch and the game of ownership.

“They’re yours, master”, she says.

“Very good”, he answers, and he pinches her nipple hard so that tears leap to the corners of her eyes and she squeals through bitten lip. His hand drifts, wending waves and circles along her flank and through the notches of her spine. He squeezes one sensitised buttock and pulls it away from its sister, exposing her pink rosebud. Holding her open, he teases her sphincter, stroking her natural lubricant into the sensitive skin. “And your tiny little butt hole, McKenzie – whose hole is this?” She shivers delightedly, holding herself still for him, hoping he will probe her more deeply, hoping to be invaded.

“It’s yours, my master. I save it just for you.”

He smiles at this and pushes his finger so that the very tip slips past the first folds of skin, stretching the tight ring of muscle, but not yet penetrating. He strokes her there for a moment, where she is most sensitive, rewarding her. “Very good, little one. You see how easy this is?”. His fingers slip downward, over her slick lips and he amuses himself by pulling her labia apart so that cool air wafts over her soaked and burning pussy so that she sighs contentedly. He flicks her piercings with his fingernail: six silver rings, three on each side. “Whose pussy is this?” he demands, “Who gets to decide whether to lock you up or expose you?”

This question makes his plaything shudder and groan. “Oh fuck, you do, master. You do. Oh, I’m so hot, please let me cum.”

He flicks his finger across the tip of her clitoris, “Almost, my pet. Almost.” He brings his fingers to her lips and she suckles on them, licking and nibbling the pads. When he’s satisfied, he pulls her long hair away from her shoulder so that he can trace the shape of her collarbone with one fingernail. “So tell me, McKenzie. If your tits and your ass and your gorgeous little cunt and your mouth all belong to me, then what does Jack get?”

“Please, master, I don’t want t-”

He slaps her again, once, twice across her buttocks and then hard with the flat of his palm directly on her mound, mashing her clitoris. She screams with a mixture of pleasure and pain and answers him, “Jack -” she takes a deep breath – “Jack gets whatever you will let him have, master.”

“Oh, my gorgeous little slave, oh I’m so proud of you”, he beams, his voice sing-song with pleasure. His fingers return to her clitoris, roughly, rubbing her around and around. “And what, my pet, will I let Jack have for his birthday?”.

The fantasy and the stimulation push her over the edge, and the orgasm that has been slowly building all afternoon finally overcomes her. There is a roaring sound in her ears and her mind whirls as the blood rushes to her head and she cries out in ecstasy sobbing, “Ownership, master, he can be your slut, too.”. She cums.

Pan backward from the bed, lurch sideways and dive through the keyhole of the ugly pine-coloured door, away down the hallway of the shabby hotel, past peeling tired wallpapers and faded brown carpets, past vending machines and dormant receptionists we fly and burst out into the street. High up in the air we rise, then hover: pause bobbingly to watch and to wait, scanning for our hero then dart swiftly downward headlong into traffic through rush-hour commuters to Jack, exiting his office, still shrugging his jacket onto his shoulders and adjusting the band of his hat. Jack, tall and blonde, hale and hearty stops in his tracks outside the building where he works and puts his hand into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls out a mobile phone, swipes his thumb to unlock and there on the screen is McKenzie’s message: “Hey babe lets not go out tonite i want 2 suprise u!! xxx”.

Secretly pleased he makes his way back home, stopping at the overlit 7/11 to buy wine and foodstuffs, laundry detergent and trash bags. On arriving he unpacks his groceries, showers and shaves, tidies the apartment. He makes cozy and clean. It has been six weeks since he and McKenzie last had sex. She says she’s tired. She blames her new contraceptives, or work, or the enervating influence of city air. He wonders whether she loves him still, or if she is repulsed by him now for reasons he can’t guess. Tonight is his birthday and she’s planning a surprise.

He drinks beer while he waits for her. The sound of the key in the lock makes him leap from his chair. Happy, handsome Jack opens the front door to McKenzie, his girlfriend, who places her hand behind his head, draws him to her and kisses him, biting and wet. They stumble through the door, her hands running under his t-shirt and over his rippling stomach to his chest where she scratches and tweaks at his nipples. The door slams behind them, and Jack’s hands are everywhere – tugging gently at her hair and caressing her body. He is instantly hard, and lifts her bodily from the floor, overjoyed by her presence and her need.

She breaks the kiss and poutingly smiles. “Not yet,” she says, “I want to play with you first.”

She gestures for him to sit on the couch, says “You wait here.” and sashays from the room. As he sits, he fiddles with the keys in his pockets and thinks about her body, how he’s missed it. He thinks about the taste of her, the narrowness of her waist and the full swelling curves of her butt. He removes his shoes and his shirt, daydreaming about red hair and pale white skin. She walks back into the room and he takes a sharp breath. Her day clothes are gone and she’s wearing a sheer black halter-neck bra with lacy fronds that just barely conceal her nipples. A strap runs from the bridge of the bra to a choker around her neck, and he is strangely aroused by the large D-ring in the side of this choker, which is placed as though for a leash. As well as the bra, she wears a simple black thong that covers her pudenda from view and a pair of spiked heels.

She stalks over to him, heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor, her hips swaying and she leans down to kiss him hungrily. As they kiss, she takes his hands and runs them over her body, slaps them on her ass cheeks, lets him squeeze her breasts. His right hand moves down toward the thong, and she grabs his wrist. Giggling she twirls away from him, just out of reach and says “there’s something I want you to do for me first.”

He groans with frustration, “What is it? You’re killing me here.” She chews her lip, smiles wickedly and strokes his hair with the flat of her hand.

“I want you to go into the bedroom, choose a pair of panties, put them on, and come back here to show me.”

“Whoa.” He stands up and scratches his head. “That’s, uh… not quite the surprise I had in mind.”

She shimmies for him and runs her hands down her sides. “Don’t you want to play with me?” She pleads, “it would make me so… so horny.”

“I mean,” he pauses, “yeah, but – ” he look suddenly suspicious “is there something going on with you?”

She looks momentarily nervous, answers slightly too quickly. “No, it’s just been so long and,” she blushes, “this has always been a fantasy of mine.”.

“This would really turn you on?” he asks incredulously.

She makes doe eyes and nods. Dressed in her lingerie, flushed with embarrassment, she is utterly irresistible and so, shaking his head in disbelief he leaves the room. As soon as he leaves she purses her lips and blows a sigh of relief, then click-clacks to her handbag, abandoned by the front door, and pulls out two pairs of leather cuffs, hiding them under a cushion on the couch. She smooths herself down, takes slow breaths, she is quivering with anticipation.

Jack walks back into the room shamefacedly, wearing only a pair of white satin briefs. They are fetchingly trimmed with light-blue lace, and barely cover his crotch. She bites her lip and walks toward him, tossing her hair, preening herself.

“You look so hot”, she tells him, and he blushes.

“I feel really weird.”

She places her hand on the crotch of his panties and squeezes him, then rubs gently, a wide circle, stroking his cock against the shiny material. He springs to life, cresting the waistband, a small bead of precum forming on the purple head. “But you look _really_ sexy, babe. Like a little slut.” She smiles as she feels his cock pulse under the silky material. “Does that turn you on, Jack?”

He looks away and mumbles “yeah, this is actually sort of sexy”. She clings to him for a second and kisses him open mouthed, then pulls the cuffs from behind the couch cushion. Jack is wide-eyed, caught somewhere between trepidation and arousal. Over his stammered protests she turns him around. Gently, she takes his wrists, first the left, then the right, and fastens the handcuffs. She tugs them to make sure they’re secure and then, placing one hand on his shoulder says “kneel for me, baby.”. Wordlessly he sinks to his knees, and she follows him to the floor, crouching beside him. She unclips the second pair of cuffs and fastens them around his ankles, so that the chain passes behind his handcuffs. She stands and admires him, bewildered, horny Jack, kneeling hogtied and naked except for his panties, his thick cock straining to escape. Bending at the waist, McKenzie kisses Jack, poor doomed and trusting Jack, on the forehead and then turns, walks to the front door and opens it.

She hears, as her Master steps over the threshold, Jack shout “What the hell?” from behind her. She turns to follow her owner into the apartment. Together they walk over to Jack who is dumbstruck, and she stands meekly by his side. “Who the fuck is this guy, McKenzie?” bellows Jack. He is apoplectic with fury, shaking in his bonds, unable to move. The tall, immaculately dressed stranger slaps him, once across the face. Jack rocks back on his heels and then turns purple. “I’m going to fuck you up, bro. I swear man, as soon as I get out of these handcuffs I am going to beat your ass!”

The stranger laughs, “Oh, Jack. The only ass that’s getting fucked up is yours, I’m afraid.” and he sits on the couch that Jack and McKenzie bought together, and kicks off his brogues. McKenzie slinks over to him, and sits herself in his lap like a child. The stranger tilts her head upwards to face him and kisses her, slow and deep, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

Jack struggles against his bindings, fighting to keep his balance as he tries to escape, but McKenzie has done her job well, and poor Jack is helpless.

The intruder leans forward to slip off his jacket, throwing it on the floor. He adjusts his tie and tugs on his cuffs, then says “Why don’t you tell him who I am, girl?”

McKenzie blushes a deep red, “This is my master.” she confesses.

Jack looks dumbfounded, “Where the fuck did he come from?”

For the first time, McKenzie looks sorry as she tells him, “I met him on Reddit. He posted that he was looking for someone to control and tease, and I was high, and you were away and … I answered. We chatted on Kik for a while, and he would tell me to … do things and send him pictures. I really got off on it. Pretty soon I was chatting to him every day, and then we met up and … ” her voice trails off. The stranger’s hand slides between her legs and cups her pussy, just holding her there.

“But you’re my girl!” wails Jack from the floor, and the stranger laughs heartily.

“Do you know why you haven’t slept together for the last couple of months, Jack?”. He slides McKenzie from his knee, ushers her tenderly to her feet, and slips her panties off. She steps delicately out of them and stands facing Jack whose jaw drops. There, hanging from the rings in her labia, holding her fast, are three tiny padlocks shaped like love hearts. The stranger stands, and says “Whose girl are you, McKenzie? To whom do you belong?”

She looks mortified, “Please don’t make me… it’s cruel”. He reaches down and twists her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She closes her eyes and her legs buckle, she leans into him, and whimpers. He pulls her head back, yanking her hair and looks into her eyes.

“Whose slave are you, McKenzie”?

She groans and rubs herself against his leg, kissing his neck just below his ear, “I’m yours, master.”.

He smiles wickedly. “Of course you are. Pinch your nipples for me. I want to see you hurt yourself.”

McKenzie strokes her breasts through the flimsy material of her bra, and begins to play with her nipples. She teases them first so that they harden and swell, then pinches them hard, first one, then the other. Her eyes close and her mouth twists in obvious discomfort. The stranger brushes her hands away from her breasts, says, “that’s enough, dear”, and kisses her softly on the forehead. “You see, Jack? She’s not your girl at all”.

He unzips his fly and she instantly sinks to her knees, kisses the bulging pocket of flesh through his fly, unwraps him. She kisses his flaccid cock and nuzzles him until it begins to stir in the palm of her hand. He continues, “but if you’re very well behaved, and do as you’re told, I’ll let you share her with me.” She slips him into her mouth as he hardens and begins to suck the length of his shaft, massaging him with her lips and tongue. Her master closes his eyes and groans in pleasure, taps the side of her face and says “Show him your pussy, McKenzie”.

Wordlessly, she shifts to all fours, and now her pussy, still locked up tight is in front of Jacks face as he kneels there, cuffed and unable to move. Despite himself, he feels his cock stirring. He can smell her arousal as her head bobs up and down on the stranger’s thick cock and, unable to help himself, he leans forward and licks her hole with the tip of his tongue. She is wet, and her rich cream makes his dick harden and pulse. She wriggles slightly so that her butt shakes in his face and he begins to kiss and lap at her. He licks around her rings, pulls at them with his tongue. He dips inside her to taste her honey, moaning under his breath, cock trapped in his panties. She shuffles backward a little to give him purchase and now his pointed tongue wriggles into her tight canal and strokes her inside. She is hot and wet and his cock begins to throb.

The stranger pulls away from McKenzie with a slurping pop! and walks over to Jack. McKenzie kneeling beside her boyfriend, strokes Jack’s cheek and kisses the tip of the cock that pulses and twitches in front of their faces. She wraps her hand around it and pumps it three times, then rubs the tip with her thumb. The clear liquid dribbling out forms a thread as she pulls her hand away. McKenzie pushes the sticky tip of her thumb into Jack’s mouth. He closes his eyes and groans at the flavour. She kisses his neck, and reaches down to rub his erection through the satin panties again. Softly she pushes Jack’s head forward toward her master’s thick penis, and slips her hand inside the waistband of his silky lingerie. He closes his eyes as she starts to jerk him slowly, his lips part and his tongue flicks out to taste his master’s precum. He moans and thrusts his pelvis, pushing forward into McKenzie’s soft grip as the head of master’s cock enters his mouth for the first time. She bites and sucks around his ear, tweaks his nipple, and whispers “Happy birthday, baby”

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