A few days later, he tied me up in red ribbons. He made me look like a present, tying bows around my chest and neck. I was barely covered by the silk strips. My breasts lifted together and spilled cleavage over the top of the biggest bow. The smallest bows were around my wrists and ankles.
In the mirror, I looked beautiful. The blood-red ribbons stood out against my skin. My hair fell perfectly around the ribbon I wore as a headband.
I twirled, letting the ribbons flutter. I felt as sexy as I looked. My reflection blew a kiss back to me.
Master watched from the doorway, a small smile showing a hint of teeth. "Do you like it?"
"I've never looked more inviting to unwrap," I said.
"Come, baby. My friend's birthday is today. You're the gift."
I flushed red enough to match my ribbons. This was a complete surprise. "Is ... who is it?"
"You'll see," he grinned, "This is a present for you, too." He took my hand. He led me to the living room, where a big box was waiting. It was decorated with birthday-themed wrapping paper.
I gave him a quizzical look.
"I thought it would be fun if you popped out, like a surprise stripper from a suspiciously large cake."
I laughed. "Okay, but you have to help me in."
"Not to worry, baby." He lifted the lid off and the sides fell into a large "x" shape.
I knelt in the center. "I'm the present," I declared.
"You're the present," he confirmed, securing the box around me. There were little air holes poked through the lid, like I was a puppy on christmas morning.
I giggled inside the box. "I am a gift."
He shushed me, "Baby, you'll ruin the surprise. She'll be here any minute."
As if on cue, she rang the doorbell.
Was this my handsome stranger, returning to make love to me? I shuddered in anticipation. I was already wet.
"Hey, stranger!" Master enthusiastically greeted whoever was here for me.
"What's up, dude?" a familiar voice responded.
My heart fluttered. I couldn't stop the manic grin from blossoming across my lips. It's her.
My Master was so kind and generous to me.
"My, what a suspiciously big box," she remarked. I could tell she was close to me.
"Happy birthday," he said. I could tell from his voice that he was exhilarated.
I was impatient for an obedient sex slave. I slowly lifted the lid on one side to peek out of my hiding place.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the box. They wore matching amused expressions.
I slowly lowered the lid.
"Is it a puppy?" she asked.
"Oh, she's a dog, alright."
I giggled.
The lid-ceiling was plucked away. The sides of the box fell apart to reveal my half-naked body, kneeling obediently.
I looked up into her eyes. She was beautiful, like a goddess before me. Her chin tilted up as she regarded me.
I lowered my gaze, a blush brushing my cheeks. "Happy birthday," I said, shy.
She grabbed my chin the way my Master usually did. She forced me to meet her eyes. They were pale and piercing.
"I heard you're my new biggest fan," she said. Her expression was stern, but her voice was playful.
I watched her with wide eyes, entranced by her full lips and her long, luscious hair.
"Huh, baby? Is that true?"
"Yes, ma'am," I shifted, nervous. She looked at me in a way that was brand new. Like she wanted to fuck me senseless while she held my hand and whispered sweet nothings. "I can't stop thinking about you. I love the way you fucked me."
"Stand up," she ordered.
I responded instinctively. She was taller than me, by a lot. She was almost taller than my Master. She was strong, with a warrior's frame.
"You're a goddess," I whispered, "You're my goddess. I'll do anything you desire."
She brushed her thumb over my lips, smearing my lipstick across my face. Goosebumps flared over my whole body.
"All I want from you is submission."
"That's hot," My Master said from the couch. He sipped at a glass of bourbon, watching us intently.
"Shut up and let me fuck your wife," The goddess smiled, "It's my birthday, afterall."
"My bad," he apologized. "Pretend I'm not here."
She smiled before returning her full, intimidating attention to me. She continued to eye-fuck me, going as far as to walk around me in a circle. She appraised every part of my ribbons and skin. Once she made it back around, she cupped my face in her hands.
"You and I are going to have some fun, baby," she promised. She gave a peck to the tip of my nose.
Her fingers pulled at the ends of the bow around my chest. The ribbon fell away easily. My boobs bounced free, nipples already fully erect.
"He told me you'd been hornier than usual," she said, "I drive you crazy, don't I?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Tell me what you think about when you think of me." Her hands expertly toyed with my nipples while she spoke. Her soft pinches sent pleasure straight to my clit.
I moaned. My hands twisted together behind my back. "I keep thinking about how you fucked me with your mouth, then with your cock."
She smirked, "Yeah? Is that all?"
"I also ... I w-want to taste you. I want to eat, eat you out," I stuttered. I was growing increasingly flustered by this woman.
She undid my ribbon thong. It fluttered to the floor like confetti.
"That can be arranged," she agreed. She stroked my hair, looking deep into my eyes. "You know, last time I was here, I had an agreement not to let you make me come, but," her eyes flickered over to where my Master watched with glazed eyes and a raging boner. "But, I've got permission to use you until I can't come anymore."
"Please," I asked, "Will you use me? I want to make you feel the way you made me feel."
"Oh, baby," she kissed me. Deep, and passionate. It was a slow kiss, but a sloppy one. Her tongue probed the inside of my mouth with firm dominance. "Yes, I will use you. You're mine for as long as you'll submit to me." She caressed my chest, tracing patterns over my flesh. My already-mountain-like nipples got harder.
"On your knees," she said.
I did as she said. I fell to my knees before her.
She walked around behind me and pushed. I fell forward onto my hands. She slapped my ass. The sound of her hand on my skin radiated through the air.
I gasped. "Harder."
"Oh, bad girl," she gave me a hard slap that stung. "You shouldn't top from the bottom." She gave a few more spanks to my tingling ass cheek, then assaulted the other side. I felt high.
It felt so good to be hurt like this.
I bit my lip in anticipation. She rubbed my ass, tickling me. Her fingers expertly traced over my skin.
Without warning, she returned to spanking me. She delivered the slaps with a calculated, methodical rhythm. I relished it, moaning softly with each deliverance.
"Lay on your back," she commanded.
I obliged instantly. My pulse roared.
She straddled my hips. Her jeans were rough on my skin. It was the tactile sensation of listening to hard rock. She was a guitar riff and my body was the eager audience.
I wanted to hear every sound she could make.
She lowered her face to my chest and took a nipple in her mouth. Her tongue swirled the tender bud in circles. She nibbled and sucked. I was so wet I could probably make myself come by squirming.
I tried to push the hair out of her face, so I could watch her worship my breasts. She had other plans. She caught my wrists in her hands and held them down. I didn't fight her grasp.
She began to bite and suck the fleshier parts of my boobs. I could tell she was trying to leave a series of hickies over me. It felt so good that I didn't bother to complain. A bruise is a souvenir of a good time in my little sex-driven world.
"Okay, baby. You have a choice to make," she draped herself over me, now satisfied with the marks she left all over my tits. Her clothes were against my fully nude body. "You can either come now, once. Or, you can wait until I'm done coming and get off as many times as you want." Her eyes sparkled, "But, you don't get to take back your choice, and I will strictly enforce what you choose."
"That's gonna be a hard decision," I admitted, sheepish. I pondered for a moment, before saying, "I'll take delayed gratification, please."
