A Happy Birthday [MF] [BD]

*A few years ago John had a special birthday and I decided to make an effort to treat him and below is the story of how it went. For this one I’ve tried writing from a different perspective to see how it goes – let me know in the comments what you think?*

All in all it hadn’t been a bad birthday, you went out for a couple of beers with a close friend and texted me just before you left as I had requested. As you walk in through the front door you hear music from the kitchen, so assuming I am making you a nice birthday dinner treat you wander through to say hello. When you enter the room you see an open bottle of wine on the island and next to it a generously filled glass of red, your favourite, but no sign of me. Beside the glass there is a piece of white card standing like you’d see as a place name setting at a wedding. You pick it up and immediately recognise my handwriting…

“Enjoy a glass of wine or two, take your time and relax. When you’ve done come up to the bedroom, I’ll be waiting… don’t say a word. x” the words ‘take your time’ are underlined.

You feel a little twitch in your cock on reading the note, you don’t have to be a genius to work out that your birthday treat is something other than dinner. The underlined words make you wonder though, do I just want you to relax or am I teasing you somehow? Imagining I am already in bed waiting for you makes it a challenge to drink your wine slowly and what is the comment about not saying a word… to who? You kick off your shoes, take a seat and have a drink. It is your birthday after all, and I have told you to take your time. On your phone you notice there are lots of birthday messages on Facebook which you reply to, and some amusing posts on Reddit. You finish your glass and reading the note again, you pour another.

You’ve been home for about thirty minutes by the time you put your phone down and finish your second glass. Curiosity about what is waiting for you upstairs has been building, and you can feel it in your slightly increased heart rate as well as your stiffening cock. You know that this is most likely why I told you to “take your time”, but you don’t want to keep me waiting too long. You briefly consider a third glass, but after filling it you instead grab the bottle and head off in search of me. You climb the stairs slowly and quietly having already discarded your shoes. After all the years in this house you know where to stand and where not to, to avoid the creaking floor boards. You listen intently for the slightest indication of what I have been up to whilst you were enjoying the music and wine alone. You step onto our upstairs landing but still you hear nothing. The upper floor is mostly in darkness with the doors closed or the blinds drawn. The door to our bedroom is slightly open and you can see the faint glow of light creeping around the edge. It flickers slightly, “candles” you think. As you approach you listen again and you hear a faint sound, just audible and no more.

You silently enter the room carrying your glass and the bottle and as you open your mouth to say hello you remember the note, “don’t say a word”. It is now a little more obvious why. As you pass through the door you can see that the room is dimly lit with candles, on the bedside table, on the drawers, my dressing table and in the disused fireplace. The curtains are closed and all the other lights are off, the faint sound is a little louder but still you have to listen hard to hear it. You pause for a moment getting used to the lower light and taking in what you can see in front of you.

I am lying on my back in the middle of our large bed. I am wearing what appears to be a dark red, you might even say wine coloured Basque. The push up cups are lifting my ample breasts and holding them firm giving me a generous cleavage despite my reclined position. The lace of the Basque looks as though it may be giving glimpses of my skin through it, but it is hard to tell in the candlelight. There are suspenders protruding from the lower edge which are holding up a pair of slightly sheer black stockings which have lace tops to match the pattern of the Basque. You can also see that I am wearing a matching set of knickers and you notice the slight lump in the front which identifies the source of the faint noise. I have a small vibrator inside me which is humming away gently on a low setting, not enough to bring me to orgasm but plenty to keep me in a pleasant state of arousal.

The reason that you are able to see the vibrator so clearly, deep inside me, is that my legs are spread widely apart, as are my arms. Each limb is held by a piece of soft black rope the other end of which I have secured to one of the four corners of our bed. I have completed the effect with a blindfold covering my eyes and a soft scarf I bought especially for this purpose is secured around the back of my head and through my mouth. I have been like this, more or less, since you texted me nearly an hour ago, secured helplessly, listening for any sound as you moved around the house. Wondering when you’d come to me. In a permanent state of arousal from the vibrator pressing into me yet never able to cum, and further aroused by the plug in my ass which you have not yet noticed. You can hear the gentle moans from me now and can see me gyrating against the toys trying to get one of them to hit a spot that pushes me over the edge, but never does. You can smell my arousal as my sodden panties radiate my scent around the room. I have still not noticed that you are next to me.

You stand and watch me silently for a few moments, ever so quietly placing the glass and bottle on the table next to the bed. You don’t want me to know you are there yet and as per instructions, you have not spoken. You admire my full breasts slightly billowing out of the top of the cups, perhaps I deliberately bought a size too small you wonder. You enjoy the smell in the air, the smell of my sex and you are imagining the taste you are so familiar with. My long brown hair is spread around me on the pillow, probably to start with you think it was neatly combed and placed with care but after the better part of an hour of struggling with my bonds and the growing need between my legs it is a tangled mess more akin to how it normally looks after we’ve finished. You haven’t seen this underwear before, I only bought it a few days ago, but I have been planning this for longer and I felt sexy as I dressed, enjoying the soft feel of the stockings against my smooth legs contrasted with the harder ribs and wiring of the Basque which emphasises my shapely figure. You glance towards the bulge in my panties where the vibrator works and you wonder if as part of my treat to you, my love, I have shaved clean or left my usual neatly trimmed tuft. I know you like me clean, and again it is your birthday after all.

You move close to the edge of the bed, careful not to bump it for fear of giving your presence away, your feet move softly on the polished wooden boards. Gently you place your hand on the headboard to support your weight as you lean across using every inch of your frame until your face hovers just above mine. You close the distance between us an inch at a time until your lips brush against mine making me jump at this first contact. I let out a small whimper, a combination of surprise and desire. This first touch has been so anticipated that it is a release on its own and I feel a tingle rush through my body starting in my core and extending out to the tips of my fingers and toes as my limbs strain against their bonds. I want badly to hold you and I twist to the side I guess you are at. I try to speak but all you hear is a muffled sound and you smile to yourself realising that I am completely at your mercy. Is there a more powerful expression of my absolute love and trust for you than to give you this control over my body. I couldn’t ask you to stop even if I wanted to.

Now that I am aware of your presence you decide to tease me a little. You gently trace the tips of your fingers along the exposed underside of the upper part of my arm. It tickles almost unbearably, and I squirm beneath your touch trying to get away but I can only move my arm an inch. I try to speak, but whilst you understand the intent you can’t make out the words. You do this a second or so longer and then stop. I lie there hot with anticipation of what the next touch will bring. You kiss me again on the lips, more firmly this time. I feel your weight as you kneel up on to the bed, and then the touch of your hand caressing my breasts, first the right then the left. You run your hand under each one bringing it up over the nipple and squeeze gently at first then roughly, making my nipples stand impossibly harder than they already are. With both your hands now you grope at them, pushing them together forcibly before releasing them back to the gentle caress of the Basque fabric.

I feel some movement in the bed but am unable to determine what you are doing. It is over in a few seconds and then you straddle me with a knee either side of my waist. Your hands are back on my breasts again roughly and then I feel a release of pressure around my chest as you start to undo the front fasteners from the top working your way down. You go tenderly at this, taking your time and I can feel the care in your touch as the progress is agonisingly slow. Eventually the Basque falls away and the coolness of the air is chilling against my hot skin with my soft breasts collapsing off to either side of my chest. I can still feel the vibrator between my legs and the plug inside me, and now compounded with your touch I need a release badly so I struggle slightly under your weight to see if the additional pressure can push the vibrator against the back of my clitoris through the walls of my vagina, but still I can’t cum. Something brushes against my stomach and I realise it is the underside of your balls and that the movement from before was you undressing. Again, you roughly take my breasts in your hands and push them together and up but this time they don’t meet as there is something in the way. I feel your balls press into me and your legs rub against my ribs as you move your hips back and forth fucking my tits. They are like two soft warm pillows pressing against you like the walls of my vagina only not as tight. I press my chin down into my chest and open my mouth in the hope that you’ll put your cock inside me, inside me anywhere, but the best I can get is a lick of the tip at the top of each of your upwards strokes before it disappears again.

You let go of my breasts and again they fall to the side under their own weight. You move down my body shifting your weight backwards until you are kneeling between my legs. Your movement are more deliberate now, the tenderness has mostly gone, replaced by something else, perhaps lust. I feel you pull my panties to the side and then the emptiness as the vibrator is removed. You don’t even turn it off, instead dropping it onto the bed beside me where I can still hear it vibrate. Pulling the panties to the side and removing the vibrator means you can now see the plug and a small chuckle escapes your lips. Aren’t I a naughty girl! You press the base of the plug pushing it further into me and I moan heavily into my gag. Then you press against my entrance, your head pushing on me as your finger holds against the plug. In one fast firm push you are in me until you can feel your balls press against my cheeks and your pubic hair tickling my cleanly shaving mound. I pull hard on all the bonds as I try to close around you like a clam but there is nothing to give so I collapse back onto the bed. You draw out slowly, so slowly, teasing me again until I think you are going to fully withdraw leaving me empty for the second time. As the ridges around the head of your cock tug at my pussy you can feel me trying to squeeze you, to hold you in. You slam back into me. Immediately you start to pound me, hard and fast. I cum almost immediately again tugging at my bonds, I want to wrap my legs around you pushing you deep inside me with my heels, I want to dig my nails into your back, and I want to scream in your ear as I cum. Instead I tug as hard as I can at the ropes, but they don’t give and I scream loudly into the fabric of the gag.

You continue to hammer into me, I am bearing the weight of your body down on my chest. You have one hand up under my shoulder now and are pulling at my hair forcing my face, which is twisted off to one side, back and up towards the headboard. Your other hand is under my ass keeping the pressure on the plug, angling it up slightly to that it is rubbing on the underside of your dick through my insides. I cum again a few moments later and again I have to be satisfied with screaming into the air. As I am coming down from this second orgasm which has been so long in the making, your body tenses and you let out a growl as you unload your balls deep inside me. I feel rope after rope of cum splashing against my insides.

You lie on top of me. I want to hold you, to stroke your back, to tell you I love you and ask you if you’ve had a good birthday. You can feel yourself softening inside me and with a small adjustment of your hips you fall out of me. You release the pressure on the plug and the moisture from our combined cum starts to trickle out of me onto the bed below. With my eyes denied stimulation by the blindfold I focus on the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with mine, and the smell of the sex that fills the room. After a few moments you roll off me and pull your trousers on, not bothering with anything else. You lean in again to kiss me gently on the lips. I try to ask you to take the blindfold off and the gag so I can kiss you properly, but again it is just muffled sounds. As our lips press together, tenderly and with deep love, you slip the still buzzing vibrator back inside me. Our lips part and you pick up your glass and the bottle of wine and walk out of the room. Well, it is your birthday after all, and you aren’t finished with me yet.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nvgbv5/a_happy_birthday_mf_bd