The Birthday Gift

Lori saw the change in my attitude and I certainly noticed a change in hers. "Well, well, well. Cat got your tongue you little whore? Alexis and I are going to have some fun with you."

I tried to speak but could only manage to weakly stammer, "H-h-h-how? Why?"

Lori just laughed and stroked her strap on. "How? Don't you remember Alex? You met him at my office Christmas party. We had only been together for about two weeks when that happened. What was it you said about him then?"

Alexis didn't wait for my answer. Instead she looked down at me as I quivered in fear and said, "Let's see, Lori. I think you told me it was something like, 'That faggot ought to just stuff his dick between his legs and put on a dress.' Sound right?"

"Yes it does," said Lori. "I'm glad she took your advice. She makes one sexy woman. It's amazing what a little make-up and breast implants can do, isn't it? And as far as why goes, I'm doing this because you are a perverted sack of shit who deserves to be treated like a sex toy. You deserve to be treated like you've been treating me for nearly a year now. The taping it was Alexis' idea."

Now I remembered him. We had only met for five minutes, but he I remembered him alright. He was a flaming queer and just standing next to him made my skin crawl. As I scanned Alexis' face I began to see traces of Alex. My despair started boiling over into outright anger. I lunged hopelessly towards Lori and shouted, "You fucking bitch! Uncuff me now!"

She didn't even bat an eye. She just calmly walked up to me, took the camcorder off the table, took the dildo in her free hand and slapped me across the face with it. "There's no need for that kind of profanity. Now smile for the camera and say hi to your family and friends because they're all getting a copy of this if you don't play nice. Then again I might just send them one anyways."

I slunk down into submission and awaited what was sure to be the longest night of my life. "What do you want?"