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I'm in the kitchen finishing up the minor feast I've prepared for dinner. It's my lovely little slut's birthday and she deserves to be pampered. Not that I'll ever say so out loud.

The door to our apartment opens and I hear her enter. "In the kitchen," I call out to her. I've little need to emphasize these days, she's learned to answer.

Her footsteps pad down the hall. I don't turn around as she stops behind me. She remains quiet while I complete the small task I'm working on.

Done that, I hold up my right hand, finger pointing at the ceiling. I can barely make out a very low gulp. That gesture means 'attend to orders' and signals her status until I let her know otherwise.
"Go to the bathroom," I command her. "Shower and shave. Douche yourself and there's an enema waiting for you. Use that as well. I want you thoroughly clean. That is all that you'll do." Another gulp comes from her.

"When you're done, do not get dressed," I go on. "Go straight to the table and seat yourself. You have half an hour and don't you dare be late." A subdued hiss sounds at that. She knows what the consequences of disobedience will be.

My hand comes down and she rushes to perform her tasks. I continue working for a few minutes. Then, chuckling to myself, I sneak down the hall. I find what I expect.

Although the shower is running I can hear hisses and groans over the running water. Just as I arrive outside the door a shaky growl vibrates in the air. Rolling my eyes I return to the kitchen. She is such a brat thinking she can do such a thing without my permission.

Once back from the bathroom I finish up the few minor tasks that remain. I get undressed myself, piling the clothes on a chair. Filling our plates, I carry them to the dining room. She's waiting, naked.

My little slave is lovely. Her full, firm tits are on display, the nipples already stiff. She draws a sharp gasp as I enter. Her eyes stare, a slight glaze is drawn over them. She's focused on my cock, already hard with anticipation. A shiver shakes her a little and she touches the tip of her tongue to her lip.

I place her plate in front of her. I've prepared her favourite meal and her eyes light with pleasure. Putting my own plate down, I pick up the bottle of sparkling wine and fill our glasses. Seating myself I raise a toast. "Happy birthday, my sweet slut."

She blushes prettily. Lifting her own glass she replies, "Thank you, Master." We each take a sip of wine then begin to eat. I ask her about her day at work. She tells me about it. I note that she doesn't meet my eyes when she speaks about lunch. That's an indication that she disobeyed my standing orders. I keep my face cheerful, giving no clue that I can read her so well.

We eat like any couple, smiling, laughing. When we're finished, I remove our plates and used silverware. She remains seated as I had not told her she could move. I pull the cake from the fridge, light the candle and take it to the table singing 'Happy Birthday'. She blushes again and smiles sweetly. With a quick puff, she blows out the candle.

I cut pieces of the cake free. We eat them, saying nothing, just watching each other happily. My expression heats as lust grows in me. I'll be giving her a special gift shortly. She reads my features and her eyes light in expectation.

Finally, we're finished. "It's time to give you your present," I tell her. Her face grows childlike in its joy.

"Clear your end of the table," I order. "Push everything over here. You can stand if you wish."

She jumps to obey, her acquiescence instinctual. There's a slight frown of confusion on her face. But soon her end of the table is bare, the plates and silverware now stacked and gathered in front of me.

Once done, she stands expectantly, hands held together in front of her and eyes down.

"Good," I compliment her. That happy blush suffuses her features once more. "Lay your torso down on the table, arms reaching for the edges." A moment later she's spread as commanded.

I stand, walk to one side and pull out the rope I've tied to one table leg. Quickly I wrap the fiber around her wrist and tighten until her arm is restrained. I bind her other arm as well.

Going behind her I order her to move her legs apart as far as she can while keeping her feet flat on the floor. Once she does, I have ropes ready and soon used.

Damn, she looks delicious. Hampered and helpless, she's all ready for her present. I can see her ass cheeks quiver, her arms and legs cord as she pulls against the ropes. Her shaven cunt is glossy as her body prepares itself for my entry.

I turn to the china cabinet and remove the equipment I'd stashed there earlier. I pick up the leather strap I will first use.

Turning back to her I tell her, "I know you've been bad. You disobeyed me today, twice."

"No Master!" she protests, "I... ah!" I've smacked the strap across a buttock. Her body jerks, pulling hard at the restraints.

"Don't lie to me, slut!"

She shivers as I name her.

"I know you too well, sweet one," I continue. "I know you played with yourself at work. And I heard you in the bathroom."

A little whine comes from her. Her body tightens to receive her discipline.

"Follow the rules, no excuses."

She gives a tiny nod. And a loud bawl as I stroke her bum again. It's cut off suddenly and she counts, "One."

I whistle the strap through the air. I'm not putting all the force I could into it, but I'm not being gentle either. The 'crack' of leather against flesh sounds.

She hisses and gives the count. Her ass starts to colour.

We go on until I've given her five strokes for each infraction. At the end, she can hardly speak through the pain in her voice. Her bum is a very hot pink, glowing with the heat I've raised.

"What do you say, slut?" This is my standard question after discipline.

"Thank you, Master." She gives the answer expected of her.

I drop the strap to the floor. Reaching over I pet one cheek. It's as hot as it looks. I can see her vaginal lips are now engorged and dewy. She does love her discipline.

"That must be uncomfortable," I remark. "You need to be cooled down." I reach over to the half full wine bottle, pick it up, and pour the cold contents over her bum.

Her head snapping up, my lovely slut lets loose with a gasping "Oh!" at the touch of the chill liquid. Her cheeks harden and her hips make a tiny pump. The wine runs over her asshole and glistening cunt. She groans in response.

"Better?" I inquire.

My plaything's head makes a shaky nod. Her back heaves from the rapid breaths she taking. Her skin shows a slight sheen of sweat.

I continue bantering. "However, it will get sticky when it dries. I had better clean it up."

Kneeling, I run my tongue over her left cheek. The taste of her, covered in sweet wine, is ambrosial. I hear a thin whine and the firm mound I'm playing with flexes. Once washed clean I move to the other one.

She is beginning to pant. It's interspersed with tiny gasps. Her ass cheeks ripple more frequently as I play.

My tongue moves to the little pucker between her buttocks. I lick around it, feeling every little crease. It pulses in response. Pushing, I slide my oral digit inside her, just a little.

A rattling groan comes from her. "Oh, Master," quavers in the air. "Good."

I move downwards, over the little ridge of flesh below her asshole. Rapid licks run over this sensitive spot. She gurgles. The sexy little grunts fill my mind, drive the lust I feel higher.

Now I start to work on her cunt. I growl at the delicious admixture of tastes, the rich musk of her arousal and sharp tang of the wine combine into an unmatchable flavour. My tongue runs deep inside her, swiping over every nerve there.

The little minx I'm teasing lets out a quiet shriek and her inner muscles clutch at me. The rapid pulses of her pussy tell me how exquisite she finds my touch.

I move to her unhooded clit. I take one quick lick. She pushes out a clicking grunt. Another and she clicks again. My tongue moves faster and faster. Her noise gets louder and louder. I sense her body shaking as her final moment approaches.

So I pull away, cease driving her towards the madness she seeks. For several long moments sexual inertia carries her, her body still quivering, her voice still speaking her delight.

But she can't go over the edge without my help. She calms although she still pants in rapid gusts. "Master," she begs with a groan, "please."

Standing, I smack a cheek. "I'm tired of listening to you beg, slut. No more talking." My voice grows very firm. "And you do not come, won't even think of it, until I tell you."

She nods a shaky agreement. A small sniffle is drawn through her nose.

Turning back to the toys I've prepared, I snatch up the next one. I've grown very eager to tease my chattel. I know how badly she needs me, and I want to fill that need.

She starts as I place the crown of the penis shaped vibe against her vaginal lips. With a steady pressure I push it into her. Her pussy lips part to allow herself to be filled. She trills a long trembling moan. The toy is large and stuffs her to her limits.

I stop as the clit massager bumps up against the little nub it was designed for. My slave gasps at its touch.

I turn and pick up the next tool I plan to use; another vibe, long, thin, and somewhat flexible. Popping the top off the tube of lube I've included, I make sure it's well coated.

She snaps her head up as I place this toy at her asshole. The little pucker squeezes, trying to prevent the intrusion. To no avail. The device is too thin, too lubricated and I insist. It slips in, inch by inch. Her ass flexes in a rapid vibration. She sounds grunts and groans that tremor with rich emotion.

Once both are placed to my satisfaction, I turn them on.

Her head snaps up once more, hard and a shriek bellows from her. Her entire body tautens as it races towards climax.

I slap an ass cheek. "No," I command sternly.

The shriek ends suddenly. Jerks, quivers and shakes run through her body as my orders conflict with her joys. Sweat appears in large drops on her skin, begin to run off her. She makes quiet, inarticulate sounds, flashes of noise that testify to the utter bliss that fills her.

I watch for a minute as she struggles with her animal self. The pleasant, hot sight of her battle amuses me greatly. And pushes my arousal higher as well. God, how I want this wanton woman.

So I can't wait any longer. I pull out the vibe that stuffs her cunt. It comes free with a 'shlup'. The toy drips with her lubrication.

My gorgeous slut makes a disappointed wail. Then she moans again as the vibrations running out from her bowels shimmy through her.

Stepping up close, I place my cock at the grasping entrance of her pussy. I shove myself into her with a long, sure movement.

At this fresh assault on her senses her delighted, frightened shriek sounds again. Once more her body stiffens as orgasm approaches.

And again I slap her and tell her, "No!"

She obeys me, as she always does. She continues the internal combat. The passionate sounds she makes are louder this time, telling me that her bliss is pushing harder than ever at her will.

I pound away at her, filling and emptying her in a demanding rhythm. Each stroke inwards elicits a gasping "Uh!" I can feel her sodden pussy twitch around me. She grasps at my cock hard, squeezing me, letting me know how much she wants.

I can feel my climax approach. I pull myself from her. I haven't given her her present yet.

"Oh!" she cries, desperation filling her voice. "Ma..." she gasps, almost forgetting her orders.

I'll let that pass. When so close to the edge, a minor mistake can be forgiven.

With a slow yank I take the vibrator from her ass. If it wasn't well lubed such an action would be difficult. Her sphincter clutches at it, protesting the removal of joyful sensations.

I wait for several minutes, watching her. Her body shakes with bliss, muscles twitching at the waves that run through her. She slows, step by step. The lurches lessen in frequency and strength. Her lungs abate their rapid puffs.

While I'm waiting I pick up the lube again and draw a line of it down my erection. With my hand I spread it over my length, making sure the coat is thick and even. Finished, I step forward, place my prick at her rosy pucker.

Once again, her head comes up. And her asshole clenches shut. I push but she's shut herself tight.

I deliver another stinging slap to her ass. "Open yourself, slut!"

And she does.

My crown slides into her. With a slow, steady pace I fill her with me again. The tight clasping warmth of her rectum is glorious. My balls draw up, my moment comes very close. I push it back through pure force of will. "Her first," is my thought.

As I run inside, she groans, long and languorously. The muscles in her back ripple from the sensation. The warm walls around my cock pulse.

Soon my hips are resting against her firm ass. I growl with pleasure. The sensation of being so completely in her is sublime.

I pull from her slowly. She tugs at me, not wanting to lose the feel of me inside. Her groan emerges again, more forcefully. Her head nods back and forth with the rhythm of her lungs.

When my crown reaches her pucker, I reverse direction, shoving a little harder.

Her moan gains a sharper edge. The internal clutching grows stronger and more frequent. Her skin starts to colour and sweat dribbles down her sides and legs.

Unhurrying, I increase the pace and force of my strokes. I demanding now, demanding she be pleased.

Her voice transmits what she feels to me. The groan fades, sharp hisses and grunts replacing it. Her fists are curled and she pulls hard at the ropes. She tries to turn her head towards me. What I can see of her face is blank, her sentience is buried under lust. Her mouth moves. No sound emerges. She obeys me even through the most exquisite bliss.

"You can talk," I tell her.

"God," she gasps, "Master, please, come, need, please!" Her words are flavoured with the most delicious desperation. They tell me how necessary orgasm is for her now.

"No," I tell her with a wicked smile, and I move faster and harder within her. Her cheeks quake with each thrust.

"Oh!" she whines. "Mas...ter, please, please, have, to, God, please." The words start to break up, burning to pieces as they fall through the inferno of her mind. "Ma... Nee... Puh!" Even this attempt fades. She grunts, pants and hisses now. Her fists beat a tattoo on the table top as her body runs out of her control. Her rectum squeezes me tightly, only the vaguest palpitation playing over my member.

Time for her present. "Come!" I order her.

A scream barrels from her, a scream of utter joy. Where my scrotum touches against her it comes away wet as her delight flows from her. Her body tightens to its maximum and vibrates like a tuning fork.

Then she shakes as the explosion fades, leaving her body aflame. Her voice shouts a rhythmic "Uh!" She moves her hips as much as she's able, working to fulfill her body's demand for me.

She relaxes slightly as her orgasm ends. But not much. She still rocks under me, her need not yet sated. She pants out more words. "Master, good, more, please, please, ple..."

I interrupt her sweet begging. "Come!"

And she does. The scream reemerges, not quite as loud this time. It trembles with the incandescent emotion that fills her. Her body shimmies at the same cadence. My balls become soaked. But I don't stop moving.

Her climax fades again. Her body slackens. She puffs sharp breathes and she shoves her ass at me, although not as strongly as before. "Master," she whines. "Please, oh please." Her desperation is taking a different edge. Exhaustion sounds as much as need.

So I push her harder. My cock rams into her, battering her pucker. "Come!"

With a gurgle, she follows my orders. The ropes make a 'snap' as she pulls at them. All her muscles grow hard. The pressure on me is indescribable. She quivers and gasps through another astounding blast of pleasure.

That pulls away and she grows limp under me. Her head is rolled to one side. Her face is slack, eyes fluttering with the sparks of fading joy echoing in her. But her ass still clutches at me, demanding that I soothe it with a balm of semen.

The erotic sight of my slave pushes me to the edge. I hammer at her, all my control lost in my lust.

Her eyes snap open. Her jaw opens and closes, loose syllables floating from it. "Mas... God... Oh... Gaw... Pl..."

I erupt into her, shouting, "Come slut!" as I do. My balls draw up and jerk with each pulse of my cock. My hot cream shoots from me in jets, filling her bowels. My hips pump madly, my body's control overwhelmed by heated bliss.

A guttural "Aw!", long and loud oozes from her mouth. She shakes loosely, her muscles too weak now to respond to her fervour. The whites of her eyes show, she's blinded by the bright light of the joy choking her. And still her rectum clutches hard, signaling how much she loves this.

My awareness returns. I'm slumped over her, breathing hard. My prick, now soft, is still in her, locked in place by the sphincter that grips it.

She is a sweaty heap underneath me. My beautiful slut draws in languid breathes, releases them in sharp gusts. She murmurs too low for me to hear. An occasional tremor runs through her body and she hisses a very quiet "Oh!" at each one.

I gather the strength to stand. Stepping back, I pull myself from her. She whines as I do.

I gaze at her, thinking she's never looked sexier. Bathed in sweat, a slick of her spending running down her inner thighs, I marvel at the erotic sight of her. Her asshole throbs and a small amount of my seed and the lube emerges forming a lewd coat of foam. She twitches and sighs, as if she knows I'm looking and I'm pleased.

Kneeling, I free her legs. They are pulled together by gravity. She makes a tiny sound of relief.

I release her arms. I have to catch her before she falls to the floor. She's so limp with satiation. "Stand up, sweetie," I whisper to her. As always, she does as she's told.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lead her carefully to the bedroom. She staggers, drunk from the utter euphoria I've given her. On reaching the bed I gently guide her onto the mattress. Entering it myself, I spoon my front to her back, taking her in my arms. She wriggles, ever so little, sighs and fades away to sleep.

I feel myself being dragged into the dark. I have just time to do one thing before I'm pulled under.

"Happy Birthday, beautiful," I whisper in her ear.