Birthday Wishes of a Slave Boi

The Build-up

"You will want to consider the idea of being on a low residue diet and wearing your butt plug over the next couple days before your birthday party. I'll be giving you an enema that afternoon." I inform you as we make our way through the door, arms loaded down with bags of groceries.

"Yes, Mistress", you say as you set down the bags you're carrying and turn to take the grocery bags from My hands.

As you begin putting everything away in its proper place, I walk into the living room. I set My purse down on the end table and remove My high heels with a sigh of relief. Before I can even blink, you're right there, kneeling at My feet and kissing My stocking covered toes.

"I see you're being on your very best behavior, slave. Would that happen to have anything to do with your nervousness over your birthday party?" I ask in an amused tone.

"Maybe a little. I don't wish to disappoint You, Mistress." you say in a meek, timid voice.

I grab your bottom lip, squeezing, as I use it to pull you in close. "I have no doubt that you will be the belle of the ball and will satisfy our guests' appetites beyond all expectations. If you follow my instructions to the letter, then you'll have absolutely nothing to worry about.", I say with a couple sharp smacks to both your cheeks before turning towards the bedroom and leaving you to finish putting the groceries away and start dinner.

"Yes, Mistress." you say with a slight tremor to your voice.

As you go about doing as told, you're both extremely turned on while feeling a ball of anxiety settle in the pit of your stomach.

All you know is that approximately 20 people have sent back their RSVP in the mail, so far. That's potentially 20 people and their "plus one" who will be either giving you 40 birthday swats each, fucking you in the ass, or both. The idea of it sends a delicious shiver of dark erotic trepidation down your spine.

You hear Me as I get out of the bed and hit the control button to release the lock of the cage that's built into the bottom of the bed frame. As you slide yourself out of the cage, being careful not to jostle your chastity cage with your morning erection inside, you pause as you see that the day of your birthday party has dawned sunny and clear.

"slave!" I snap, impatient with your delay in getting on with our morning ritual.

"Yes, Mistress.", you say as you quickly crawl your way to Me before planting sweet kisses all over both My feet.

"Good, slave. Now, go start My shower and get the coffee going. We have a lot to do before this evening's event."

"Yes, Mistress." you say before doing My bidding.

After My shower and coffee, I'll be going to get My nails, hair and makeup done while you'll be home polishing My boots to a mirror shine, picking up My outfit from the cleaners, and directing the florist and catering deliveries to My exact specifications, while also making sure everything in the dungeon is well stocked and in order for this evening's festivities.

I send you a text of a copy of the list of drinks and snacks, plus lube and condoms that I want the "bar" stocked with down in the dungeon. There will be no alcohol served tonight. You're My toy and while I may share My toys with others that I trust, that means that they respect that I don't want to chance My toy getting broken. Maybe just up to that point, but never beyond it.

I'm looking forward to later this afternoon where I'll be helping you prepare for the evening by giving you an enema. The Sadist in Me is rubbing Her hands together in wicked anticipation of seeing you used in whichever depraved ways our guests may come up with.

"Your shower, Mistress." you say as you come back through the bedroom on your way towards the kitchen to bring up my coffee.

"Good boi." I say as I make my way into the steamy bathroom.

I can barely contain my excitement as You prepare my enema.

"Mistress, what do You have planned for me tonight?" I pleaded.

"If I tell you that then it will ruin the surprise." You say, measuring out the warm soapy water and hanging the enema bag on the shower door. You grab a latex glove and lube the end of the tube.

"Lie down and roll onto your right side with your left leg bent at the knee and up towards your chest." You order me.

"Yes, Mistress."

I really want to press for more information, but just then, I feel the tube slide into my anus and with a flick of a clamp, and I feel the warm weight of the soapy water begin to fill my lower gut. I take slow even breaths as I take in all the liquid in the bag. I've learnt my lesson in trying to push You while you're giving me an enema. You can turn something fairly pleasant into something extremely uncomfortable just by lowering or raising the bag. I don't want to start off the evening by pissing You off or by having stomach cramps, so I keep my spinning thoughts to myself.

I feel the tube slide free of my anus and stay very still as I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. It's only a couple minutes before I'm quickly moving to my feet and making my way to the toilet where I evacuate my bowels.

I hear You through the door, telling me to "hop to it" and get myself in the shower and that You're going to take a last look around before getting dressed.

The Lead Up

The florist did a wonderful job with the gorgeous displays of flowers placed around the house and our guests seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely as they greeted each other and slowly began making their way downstairs. I look over to my Mistress just as She is laughing at something Her good friend, Goddess Lilly had said. I marvel at my luck in finding such an exotic creature as You. You look so incredibly sexy in that black leather fitted vest and curve hugging leather mini skirt that You had me buy for You. My chest puffs up a little as I see the high gloss shine of Your thigh high boots. That's my spit that brought that shine out so beautifully for You. Just then, You catch me looking at You. Before I can think to turn my gaze downward in reverence, Your eyes snare mine and I'm helpless to look away. My heartbeat kicks up a pace as I see Your full attention narrow in on me.

"slave, down on your knees and beg for consent to give Goddess Lilly boot worship." you order me as the room grows quiet.

Goddess Lilly is a force all onto her own. If I hadn't already emptied my bowels, I just may have shit myself on the spot. I keep my gaze downward as I turn my body in the direction of Goddess Lilly and meekly ask for the privilege to worship Her boots. I hear a snort of laughter which causes heat to raise up my neck and the blood to pound into my cheeks. I drop to my knees as I beg Her to give Her the worship, as an empowered Woman, She deserves. With a soft chuckle, She relents and I crawl over and kiss the leather of Her beautiful boots. She even allows me to lick clean the bottom of each sole.

I feel so free at this moment. I'm naked, except for Your collar around my neck, Your chastity cage locked on my pathetic cock and the bejeweled "Happy Birthday" tiara You placed on my head at the start of the evening. I'm on my hands and knees and at the feet of beautiful Women. This is where I feel my belonging.

"Enough.", I hear You say. And I slowly move back to rest on my heels. "Everyone, let's get this party started in earnest. There's appetizers and drinks downstairs and of course, cake and ice cream."

The Main Event

I went to the wardrobe and pulled out your leather wrist and ankle cuffs and the blindfold and ordered you to stand in front of me as I buckled everything on you.

I lead you towards the padded bench, each wrist and ankle locked into place, with your tempting ass up in the air and your head turned to the side.

"Everyone, feel free to give My slave boi here his birthday spankings and/or fuckings as you see fit! All his holes should be stuffed, don't you agree?" I ask right before I deliver a stinging blow to your right ass cheek to the cheers of our friends.

That was just the start of the next two hours as some of our guests began giving out birthday spankings to your tender ass. And it isn't long before Goddess Sandra has her cock strapped on and is fucking your ass while Master Sam is fucking your face. I keep careful watch as our guests use you for their own pleasure.

You feel yourself drifting as if on a cloud as one by one each has their turn with you. It isn't until the wet coolness of something gel-like is being spread across your burning ass cheeks that you begin to come back into your body. You feel a straw poking against your lips and you begin to eagerly suck the cold water, gasping as it hits the back of your raw, abused throat.

You're covered in a warm soft blanket and released from the spanking bench. I gently lead you over to the couch to lay down on your side to receive pets and praise from our guests, and from Me, as well.

Goddess Lilly brings over a piece of birthday cake with ice cream. I slide over on the couch to make room and She allows you to rest your head in her lap as She shares a bite of her ice cream with you.

I smile looking on as everyone gathers around to sing you "Happy Birthday".

Tonight was a good night. I can tell how high you're still flying by the glazed look in your eyes and the soft, dreamy smile on your lips.

You are such a lucky slave boi.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did in writing it.