Author's Note** I want to thank the birthday girl in question for both inspiration, and editing services.
I've always been told that I have bedroom eyes. I guess it means different things to different people, but my favorite explanation is one a young woman told me not long ago. She said that when I looked at her, it made her breath catch in her throat, and she could feel my hands on her body, even when they weren't. I am well past the age that most women think of as sexy, but I am happy to say that I still have that effect on women.
That same young woman had a birthday not long ago, and I was bound and determined that we were going to celebrate it in style. I knew for a fact that she was home alone, thinking that no one remembered. I had a dozen long stemmed roses delivered to her house, and an elaborately wrapped box, with a card on top. The note inside said "Happy Birthday Baby! Take a long bubble bath, get your hair done at the salon, where I've already made your appointment. Then come home and get dressed in what's in the box. Nothing more, nothing less. I'll pick you up at 7. Sharp." I knew she'd look in the box immediately, but all that was there was a short slinky black silk dress, a garter belt, sheer hose, and 4" heels. When she got to the salon, they would tell her that she'd also been booked for a manicure and pedicure. My treat, of course. This would put her dangerously close to being late, so she would be a little nervous when she got home. Waiting for her there would be a second box, this one containing five delicate gold rings. Two were earrings, another two were clip-on nipple rings, and the last, a clip-on clitoris ring. A second note said that if she knew what was good for her, she would be wearing them, and ready promptly at 7.
Now she was really nervous, but followed instructions, as she knew that I was not a man to trifle with. When I rang the doorbell, she was breathless, but ready. I was in my tuxedo, but now it was my turn to be breathless. She was a thing of beauty, especially with her cheeks flushed from rushing around trying to get ready on time. I kissed her gently, careful not to smudge her makeup, and led her to the waiting limousine. "Happy Birthday, Beautiful. You are my princess tonight." She blushed an even deeper shade of pink at my compliment, and I settled her comfortably into the limo.
When she sat, the tiny dress rode even further up her thigh, and I was treated to the sight of the nipple rings poking through the thin fabric of the dress. She asked me where we were going, but I told her that she would have to be patient, and she accepted it with a smile. I was unable to resist the urge to stroke that long expanse of nylon covered thigh, and felt her shiver with anticipation. She parted her legs slightly, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "The clit ring feels funny..." I told her to leave it alone, and be a good girl, or she'd be getting more than a birthday spanking.
We arrived at the hotel, which had a very nice restaurant, where I had reservations. I also had a suite booked, but she didn't need to know all my plans. Not yet, anyway. As I led her to the table, I noticed that every man in the restaurant was watching her, and even a few of the women. She was radiant, and I was proud to be with her. I pulled out her chair for her, and helped her into it, enjoying the eagle eye view of the nipple rings as I pushed her closer to the table. I could hardly wait to have those rings between my teeth.
We had a couple of drinks, and then I ordered a bottle of champagne, and prime rib for both of us. We danced while we waited for our dinner, and I held her close, letting my hand roam a little too far down past the small of her back. Dinner was perfection, and I ordered a single piece of chocolate cake, which I fed her, deliberately getting a little frosting on her lips, just so that I could lick it off. Finally, we were finished, and I stood and held out my hand. She rose and took it, and I looked deep into her eyes, and asked if she wanted to stay the night.
"I thought you'd never ask" she said, and reached up to kiss me, leaning into me on tiptoe.
The suite was beautiful, but I did not give her any time to appreciate it. "Take off your dress, birthday girl. I need to see how well you followed my instructions." She blushed again, but obediently pulled the dress off over her head. Immediately I noticed that although the nipple clamps were firmly in place, the clit ring was not. Summoning my sternest look, I asked her if she had been given permission to take it off. She hung her head, and began to mumble something about being afraid she would lose it, but I cut her off in mid sentence.
"You disobeyed me, and now I will have to punish you. You know it, too, don't you?" Once again, a small nod was my only answer.
