I have never looked forward to a birthday so much and never feared one so much. I surprised my boyfriend on his birthday last month by tying him up and shoving a vibrator up his bum. He had a great time although he swore to get his revenge.
Why he would want revenge I don't know, he may have suffered a little but the reward of three orgasms plus extras he should be rewarding me. My 21st birthday has started off well, I am booked into a posh spa for all the works.
Following the spa I was whisked off to the beauty parlour and had my hair and nails done. Things were becoming too good to be true as he took me to the poshest dress shop in town. You may wonder why so much trepidation when I was being treated so well but I shoved a vibrator up his bum. We had not talked about this and we had not talked about putting anything in my bum.
I tried on several dresses with Joe's help, I had purposely put on sexy underwear expecting to be undressing at some point in the day. Not exactly like this. We chose a very sexy little black dress. A bit short but beautifully cut and fitted like a glove.
Joe drove me home, we did not get any further than the lounge. He held me close. "You are beautiful," he whispered, holding my bum and pulling me into him. "We are going for a meal shortly and you are going to be dressed so beautifully." He started unfastening my dress.
He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, he was attentive not to mess my hair and makeup. Carefully removing my dress he kissed down my body, licked along the edges of my bra. Why I find that such a turn on I don't know, perhaps he does. He got on his knees and licked my belly button prior to reaching the top of my very brief knickers. His tongue traced the top before running it under the waistband and almost to the top of my slit.
He eased his thumbs into the side of my knickers and oh so slowly lowered them. His tongue follows the waistband, over and into my pussy. It sent shivers through my whole body, but all too soon his tongue moved down the inside of my thigh.
He removed my knickers and my shoes. I'm standing in the centre of the lounge naked except for a bra. He soon altered that, standing behind me, he unclipped it and smoothing his hands around me he pushed it off and held my boobs. He kissed my neck again. I could feel his erection against my bum.
He moved away momentarily and returned with a suspender belt, unlike anything I have seen before it was made of pearls. Three rows, the top one fairly tight around my waist, the other two draped over my hips. A short string of pearls hung from the centre clasp to just above my pussy. other's hung down with suspender catches on the end.
It was the sexiest thing I have ever worn, I was becoming embarrassingly wet, well not embarrassingly perhaps anticipatoringly, is that a word? wet. I felt like I should be doing a sexy dance, no, he made me sit on a dining chair. He had a pair of very sheer black stockings.
He rolled one, had me raise a leg and put it on my foot and using it to caress my foot, leg and thigh. He repeated with the other leg, oh fuck I feel like I'm drooling and not from my mouth. The stockings were non-stretch but fitted perfectly. They had seams and that old fashioned fancywork at the heel.
He fastened the suspenders to the stockings. I know he has a thing about stockings, I think I have too. I was told to sit down again and he produced a thong, made of black pearls. The waistband was elastic and the rest, the bit that covered the pussy was three strands of pearls.
He pushed the 'knickers' up my legs, when they were over my knees he had me stand up. Easing them up my thighs until the crotch (for want of a better word) reached my pussy. There were three strands, he put one on each side of my pussy lips and the third right through the centre.
He adjusted the waistband so that it was under the pearls of the suspender belt. He then pulled it up, the centre one sliding inside my pussy and against my clit. The outer ones pushed my lips in, oh fuck.
Next he produced a bra, pearls forming a flower over each boob, not really hiding anything. The cups were joined by pearls and the shoulder straps were pearls. He obviously liked what I had worn on his birthday. I stepped into my new dress and all that remained was shoes, I dread to think what he had got for me.
He went into the bedroom and instead of shoes he brought an oblong box with a jeweller's name on it. He presented it to me. "Happy birthday," he said. I opened the box and found a four row pearl choker. These I am sure are real pearls.
He took them out of the box. "If you wear this collar for the rest of the day you will have to do whatever I tell you."
Oh fuck! I trust him, honestly I do but 'whatever I tell you' is a big commitment. I lifted my hair, turned my back and said: "Yes sir." He fastened the pearls around my neck.
