The Birthday Present
I recently discovered, lost in my files, this little story that I wrote many years ago. After re reading it, I feel that it finally deserves the light of day. I hope that at least some readers will feel the same
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He stood naked in her bedroom and looked around it one last time to make certain that everything was perfect. The candles were all set about, ready to be lit as soon as he heard her car in the driveway. The blinds were shut and the curtains pulled in front. It was his Goddess Serena's birthday and her besotted slave was waiting for her to return.
As he knew, her best friends Jeanette and Sally had taken her out to lunch for their own celebration, and he was then to take her out that night to her favorite restaurant to be wined and dined before she returned home for a full night of his worship and service.
But she had not expected him here in the afternoon. He had taken the time off from work however, so as to bring over the birthday gift which he had so lovingly constructed for her, to be able to surprise her and offer it, and himself, to her before her evening festivities began.
He glanced once more to the corner of the bedroom where he had placed it, covered with a large duvet and with a big bow on top. He then looked to the night stand next to her easy chair on the other end of the room, on which he had placed the joint he had rolled and the snifter of brandy he had pre-poured for her. Beside those was the key to the handcuffs he would use to shackle himself behind his back once he heard her arrive. He knew that she much preferred rope for such binding, but that was not something he could do himself, and he prayed that she would not find too much fault in his alternate means of bondage.
His breath caught and his pulse quickened as a car door in the driveway closed and then the front door of the house opened. He hastened to light all of the candles and then fastened the handcuffs to his wrists behind his back, locking them shut before positioning himself on his knees with his head bowed in the middle of the room.
And began to wait.
He wondered how long it would be before she found his note on the kitchen table, beseeching her to come up to the bedroom. Five minutes went by, and then ten. After fifteen his knees began to twinge and he worried that she might go out again without ever seeing it. That would make no difference he knew. He would remain as he was no matter how long it took. To ache and hurt for her was a precious and unquestioned part of his unending devotion.
After several more minutes though he heard footsteps on the stairs, then approaching the bedroom door. It opened and light streamed through from outside bathing her exquisite and almost unearthly form in silhouette in the doorway. She then stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. The flickering candles provided more than enough light.
"What a lovely surprise, my pet." she spoke with a dazzling smile.
"Happy birthday Goddess." he replied
"I wasn't expecting you until this evening."
"I wanted to bring you your birthday present before that, and to have as much time with you as I could."
"How very nice." she effused. "A birthday gift you said?" she continued.
He turned his head to look to the corner of the room where it sat, and she followed his eyes with her own.
"Is that it?" she asked. "Should I uncover it now?"
"Yes please." he begged.
She walked over to stand in front of the covered item while he remained rooted on his knees. She peered down at it for several long moments as if trying to guess what it could be underneath before she proceeded to remove the bow and carefully pull off the duvet. It took her a few more seconds of observation before...
"A Queening Chair!!!" she exclaimed delightedly.
"I was hoping that you might think of it as your Goddess Throne." he offered back timidly.
Her smile widened as she glanced back at him. "Indeed, I will." She turned back to more fully inspect her gift once more. "Where did you get this from?" she inquired as she did.
"I built it for you myself." he answered with just a touch of pride in his voice, which she concluded was more than amply justified as she examined his work of art more closely. The frame was constructed with polished cherry wood, and the cushions which covered the seat, back, pillowed head rest, and arm and leg rests, were a rich burgundy red. The back could be reclined to 45 degrees, and the leg rests could swivel to the side to allow easy access from below, then brought back forward to be adjusted to any level between horizontal and vertical. In the center of the comfortable seat of course was the oval opening that gave the throne its ultimate purpose. From below there was a three foot padded incline up to under the seat where an upturned face could be easily and expectantly positioned within the hole.
"Do you like it, Mistress?" he asked with a quiver in his voice after she had appeared to complete her perusal.
