Its your birthday tomorrow and oh how sensitive you can be about that, you've been pouting all day and don't even think I notice. The occasional cupboard gets banged shut with more force than usual, a little bit of foot stomping is going on. I know better than to broach the subject, I so don't want to get my head chewed off today!
My feeble attempts at reassurance go unheard, your in a mood and I'm not going to push it. Topic closed, mouth shut don't push your luck kiddo)) Tip toeing around the house that night, scared I may be eaten alive, I start to worry about just how bad you seem to feel about this and wonder if there is anything I can do at all to make you feel just a little better tomorrow. A party?? Are you kidding he'll kill me!! Dinner out??? no, too clichΓ©d, how bout a kick in that sweet butt for being such a grump, nice thought but doesn't solve the problem.
Standing under the shower an Idea starts to form and I start to get excited, I know you boy, I know what will get you happy, get you really smiling, feeling good even on your birthday.
We wake in the morning and as expected the dreaded B'day gloom is written all over your face, I kiss you gently and look at you for a sign. Am I allowed to say it?? (Happy Birthday), clearly your look says no. Like a small child who didn't get the last lolly, you stomp off to the shower and get ready for your day at navy. You break my heart the way you do this to yourself, I want to change it get you feeling good today, really good!!
List written, dressed and ready to go, I'm a woman on a mission, and I giggle to myself as I walk out the door. Boy if you ain't smiling by the end of the day I'm going to start believing in the Easter bunny and Santa Claus. Cause right now I'm sure as hell smiling at the thought of the evening ahead, who's going to enjoy this more?, you or me!!
I zip from place to place, buying this, buying that, my look of excitement must be obvious to all and sundry, I'm getting some pretty enquiring stares I must confess. Occasionally I blush, as my intentions must be obvious and I feel naked already!!
My purchasing done, I head home to set the scene you will be home in less than an hour now. Have I really shopped and propped for that long today?? Oh yes! I can do that and well!!
Showered, ready and wearing your favourite perfume I start to get nervous, can I pull this off, or will you go running into the street laughing. Ah well, has to be better than moping about with your tail wedged between your legs. And when your grumpy your really grumpy, like a tantruming little boy with his hands curled into fists, but I cant help but love you even then.
I hear you pull into the drive, apprehension and excitement reigns, I shriek and start to put my plan into action.
The key works in the door, and you open it, and call out to me are you here?? Is something wrong?? You've obviously read my note posted on the door PLEASE DO NOT TURN THE LIGHTS ON INSIDE, FAULTY!!
On the floor in front of you see the arrows in luminous paper leading somewhere, but where?? You tentatively follow them. In the distance I here you saying" Oh god what are you up to this time!!" I do believe I hear a smile in that voice and I giggle. At the end of these arrows there is a chair before you in the dark and in luminous pen is written, please take your clothes off and sit. You do and your laughing and saying "Oh Man!!" Oh I'm so happy, already.
I sneak up behind you not saying a word, placing a silk blind fold around your eyes. You go to turn around and I command that you don't, saying "just sit and do as your told big boy," you laugh again. I tie your hands behind you securely, but not uncomfortably. "You little sh⦠you say"
"shhhh" I reply "I'm busy." Next I tie your feet to the chair, you look so helpless but so happy, I'm sure your mind is going wild, but you aint seen nothing yet my darlin, I'm not finished with you!! and I bend to your ear whispering just that, you roar with laughter.
I put some music on something sultry, sexy, and totally over the top!! The music starts and I turn it up, you laugh hysterically and cry " Oh my god not Barry White!! No,!! I'm being tortured to an early grave!!" And I slink up to you and whisper "ohhh yes baby I'm gonna torture but no ones gonna die believe me."
First I spread your knees a little, run my foot gently down your thigh, I place it back on the floor." What am I wearing honey??" I ask," stilettos" you say," and what colour are they honey??" black you guess, "ohhhh yes" I reply, "they are black"
" I do believe I see you licking your lips are you hungry sweety?,"