Pre-Birthday Party

and you collapse next to me ... the dildo still inside me. before you can leave your orgasmic high, you grab my cock and it is raging hard. and you ask if i want to come again. you make me beg and you make me make the same promise, that i will do anything.

you let me come again. maybe with my hand, maybe with the dildo still in me. maybe taking you from behind, my slip caressing your ass. no matter, once i come, i have to clean it up and this time you make me ask for the privilege before i am allowed to lick it up.

we sleep with me dressed still in my slip.

and the next morning?

you tell me that it isn't over. my birthday is actually on monday and the boys aren't coming home until later that night. you tell me you like having a slave in the bedroom. you tell me you don't want it to be like this all the time but every once in a while you wouldn't mind being ... pleased, worshipped, privileged, catered to like this. you tell me you kind of like having me as your girlfriend once in a while.

three conditions.

of course.

one – you really do clean up your mess. no wimping out on me. i'll do this but only if you lick it all up. every time. no fucking around. time to cowboy up.

i promise.

good. second – you tell me everything. what you like, what you don't like. what else you would like. no games, no embarrassment. we save the embarrassment ... the humiliation for when you are wearing my panties at the nudie bar. i promise.

good. three – you respect what i like and don't like and you don't whine about it.

i promise.

good.

then i am going to untie you. and i want to watch you finish yourself off.

thank you!

but first, finish your martini. you'll need the glass in a few minutes.

i think i'm going to have a very happy birthday!

i think we both are.