The Birthday Present 4/7 (mf, b&d, cons)

I woke up Monday morning to the feeling of Swimmer’s mouth on my cock.  
By the time I’d reached consciousness, she’d managed to get me hard, and 
she was now pumping her head up and down my shaft, pushing me into her 
mouth.  "Good morning, Swimmer."  I rubbed my eyes and looked down at 
her blonde head.  She looked back up at me and hummed cheerfully, 
pushing her tongue along my underside.  Just as I was beginning to get 
into it, she took her mouth away.  Cupping my balls in her hand, she 
lifted my sack away from my body, then ran her tongue along the flesh 
between my balls and by ass.  "Please lie on your side, sir."

I knew what was coming, but couldn’t believe it.  I rolled to one side 
and presented my butt to her face.  Swimmer ran her tongue along the 
crack, then pried my cheeks apart with one hand and began to gently lick 
my crack.  It felt like nothing else I had ever experienced.  My cock 
was engorged and tingling—on the verge of coming, actually—yet there was 
no contact with it, not even from her hand.  Swimmer’s tongue danced 
across my ass, flicking wetly, and before I knew it, I was having a 
powerful orgasm.  Not centered in my penis, like it usually was, but 
instead from behind, where Swimmer was still tickling me.  I stiffened, 
and my cock threw gobs of semen into the empty air.

Swimmer gave my ass one last lick, then raised her head and said "Good 
morning, sir.  How did you like my rimming?"  I gasped weakly, feeling 
the sweat cool on my chest.  "Where did you learn to do that?"  "My 
ex-boyfriend taught me.  He was always trying to get me to do it.  He 
had this big anal thing."  Swimmer got off the bed to tidy up and I 
turned towards her.  "That was incredible.  Did he deserve it?"

"Not really."  She said as she went to the bathroom.  I heard the sink 
run.  "He had this thing about it.  He wanted to prove to me that I was 
supposed to do anything he wanted, and like it."  "Isn’t that exactly 
what *you’re* trying to prove to *me*?"  I called out towards the 
bathroom.  She came back with a wet bunch of toilet paper and smiled at 
me.  "Exactly, sir.  And that’s what makes the difference."

"Oh."  I got off the bed and let Swimmer clean up my mess with the 
toilet paper.  "So what’s happening today, sir?"  She asked.  "Today I 
go to classes," I said, checking my clock.  I hadn’t overslept, but it 
would have to be a fast shower and a run out the door to get to my first 
one.  And it was Statistics, too.  I kept talking as I headed for the 
bathroom.  "Tonight we try out some more of your new toys.  Join me in 
the shower when you’re done, Swimmer."

A couple minutes later, she opened the shower curtain and stepped in 
with me.  I didn’t have any time to fool around, so I just had her wash 
my body as I worked on my hair.  When I was clean, we stepped out and I 
had Swimmer towel me off as I gave her instructions for the day.

"Swimmer, I’ve got to run, and I’m going to be gone until about three.  
I’ve got two jobs for you.  First of all, I’m going to give you twenty 
bucks.  That should be enough two buy two days of good food."  "What do 
you want to eat, Sir?"  "Surprise me.  Oh, and I hate beans of any 
sort."  Dry, I went to my room and pulled some clothes from my drawer.  
"Second, what classes do you have scheduled today?"  "Bio and English, 
Sir, but I can skip…"  "Don’t.  I want you to go, and I want you to wear 
that black dress we bought—no, wait, wear the blue dress that you had.  
Lingerie underneath.  Make sure at least six people get a good look.  If 
anyone asks you why you’re doing this, say it’s because your master told 
you to.  Got that?"  Swimmer nodded.  "Great, I’ll see you at three."  I 
said, and ran out the door.

Having a sex slave merely distracts you from your research, but it makes 
listening to a Statistics lecture damn near impossible.  While the prof 
droned on about cross-correlation functions, I was replaying Swimmer’s 
incredible rimjob of this morning over in my head.  I knew that two 
weeks later, when I’d go over my notes for the midterm, I wouldn’t have 
a clue about what was presented today.  I didn’t care.  I was too busy 
making my own cross-correlations between what Swimmer had done so far 
and what Monica had said I could do, then extrapolating my findings 
forward to tonight.

The rest of my day was the same way.  I fantasized my way through 
International Relations, took a break for lunch, then went to Feminist 
Philosophy and Labor, where I thought up some ideas that were related 
neither to feminism nor to labor relations.  By the time my classes were 
finished, I found that I couldn’t remember anything that was presented.  
That was OK, though.  I was going to go home, and Swimmer would tell me 
about how she flashed herself at people.

When I walked in the door, Swimmer was in the kitchen, putting her 
groceries away.  She heard me come in, and walked over to greet me.  
"Welcome back, sir!  How was your day?"  "Distracting,"  I said.  "I 
couldn’t keep my mind on my classes, for some reason."  Swimmer flashed 
a bright grin and said "Now why is that, do you suppose?"  She knew she 
had me hooked, and traced her tongue across her lips before she went 
back to the kitchen to finish unpacking.

I decided then that Swimmer’s lenience had gone far enough.  Her 
ebullient personality would have been charming in a normal relationship, 
but as a slave, it was much too emancipating.  I wanted a slave.  She 
wanted to be a slave.  There was no putting it off any longer.  I went 
back to my room and put down my bag, then found my crop, a leather 
collar, and a spooled leash.

When I stepped into the kitchen, Swimmer was up on a stool putting away 
a can.  Without looking at me, she said "I actually flashed myself to 
eight guys today.  Can you believe it?  I had lunch over in the Union, 
and—"  WHACK!  I brought the crop to her upper thighs lightly, but 
quickly.  "Get down off the stool, Swimmer, and bend over."  "OK, --" 
WHACK!  "Don’t tell me you will, just do it!"  I put an edge in my 
voice, and she silently stepped down and bent over, with her hands on 
the stool.

I pulled up her dress and stepped to one side.  "Swimmer, you were given 
to me as a slave, but lately you haven’t really been acting like a 
slave."  "Sir, I—"  "SILENCE!"  I gave her a hard swat this time, right 
across her butt.  She flinched, and was still.  "I know that you’ve been 
doing whatever I tell you, without question, but quite frankly, that 
isn’t enough.  You need to start showing some respect."  I punctuated 
that remark with another swat.

"Starting now, you will speak only when you are spoken to.  Do you 
understand?"  "Yes sir."

"Until I grant permission for you to do otherwise, you will not look me 
in the eyes.  Instead, when you speak to me, you will focus all of your 
attention on my cock.  Do you understand?"  "Yes, sir"

"When I tell you to do something, it is an order.  You are not to 
question it.  You are not to acknowledge it.  You are simply to do it.  
Immediately.  Do you understand?"  "Yes, sir." "Do you have any 
questions?"

"No, sir."  Swimmer’s voice was barely audible, and I gave her a swat 
across her reddening butt.  "Speak up, Swimmer.  Do you have any 
questions?"  "No, sir."  Her voice was unstable, and it sounded like she 
could barely control her emotions.

"Good.  Now, you have shown an unacceptable amount of sass today, 
Swimmer, and I can’t have that.  Your first punishment will be ten 
strokes with the crop.  Every time a stroke lands, you will count it 
off.  I will begin now."  I raised the crop and brought it soundly down 
on her bottom.  WHACK!

Swimmer flinched when she felt the sting, but immediately said "one".  I 
gave her a stroke across the upper thighs.  WHACK!  "Two."  I paused for 
about five seconds, then quickly swatted her when I felt she was 
unprepared.  WHACK!  "Three!"  she yelped.  I gave her two more in rapid 
succession.  WHACK!  "Four--"  WHACK!  "Five!"  I paused again, and ran 
the leather tip of the crop over the red swell of her ass.  I could feel 
her trembling down the length of the crop as I dipped the tip between 
her butt cheeks and traced softly over her crack.  Stepping behind her, 
I drew back and gave her another double-touch, one forehand and one 
backhand.  Swimmer counted them off quickly, and I added a downward 
vertical stroke.  She twitched violently as she felt the crop sting 
between her cheeks, rather than over them.

Before I gave the last stroke, I reached down between her legs and 
tested her pussy.  She was soaked, and she tried to push back when she 
felt my hand on her.  "I see you are enjoying this, Swimmer.  I am going 
to give you one last stroke, and you are going to come on that stroke.  
Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."  Swimmer’s voice was ragged, and her body was flushed with 
arousal.  I stepped back, and brought the crop up in an underhand arc.  
It flew between her legs and landed on her slit.  Swimmer’s legs clamped 
closed, and she let out a yell as she came violently on the crop.  Still 
clenching the end of it with her thighs, her arms buckled and she fell 
forward onto the stool.  As she came down from her climax, gasping for 
air, I came around to her head, carrying the dog collar.  I knelt and 
adjusted it on her neck, then attached it to the spooled leash.  When I 
was finished, I stood up, and pulled her up by the leash to join me.

Swimmer stood up and faced the floor, her clothes now crumpled and 
stained in intimate places.  I inspected my slave, checking her hair and 
muscle, and smoothing down her dress to be more presentable.  When I was 
finished, I said "You will wear the collar and leash for the rest of the 
day, as a reminder of your position as a slave.  Now I want you to start 
working on dinner, but first you will repay me for your orgasm.  I will 
accept a blowjob."

Silently Swimmer knelt and opened my pants and briefs.  Pulling out my 
cock, she bent her head and began to lick around the head and shaft, 
then took it into her mouth.  With one hand, she massaged my balls.  I 
was already hard from giving Swimmer her punishment, and it was a very 
short time before she brought me over.  She remained sucking until I had 
finished my flood, then tucked me back into my pants and licked her lips 
clean.

I let out the leash to about twenty feet, and went into the living room 
to do some homework.  Swimmer set about cooking and setting the table 
for our dinner.  When I finished with my work, Swimmer had another 
thirty minutes to go, so I let another ten feet out on the leash and 
went into the bedroom to prepare for the night.

Swimmer seemed to be taking her bondage well, so I selected props for a 
night of moderately hard fun.  I set aside the inverted strap-on we had 
gotten at the Fox’s Den, and the nipple clamps from yesterday.  
Rummaging through Monica’s stuff, I found a few lengths of thin chain 
and a set of pussy clips that I felt would be appropriate.  Finally, I 
looked in my camping gear and found a 20-foot coil of nylon rope.  
Grabbing my suitcase, I emptied it out, placed the toys inside, and 
stowed it in a corner of the room  My preparations complete, I left the 
bedroom and returned to Swimmer.

Tonight, she had made fettuccine with white wine clam sauce, served with 
a Caesar Salad.  I ate heartily, and encouraged Swimmer to do the same.  
It wasn’t really in line with her role as a slave, but keeping her from 
this feast seemed beyond the pale.  To counter my generosity, I made 
Swimmer wait on me by refilling my glass or placing more servings on my 
plate.  Our dessert was a mint chocolate mousse, which was made slightly 
salty when it was spread over Swimmer’s breasts for me to lick off.  
Swimmer took her dessert in the same manner, but I did not let her make 
me come.  I decided that my energy would be better applied later.

We adjourned to the bedroom, and I sat on the bed and watched Swimmer 
undress for me.  When she was nude, I had her stand in the center of the 
room.  I sat in front of her, crop in hand.

"So, Swimmer, do you still want to be my slave?"  She kept her eyes 
rivited on my cock as she had been told, and said "Yes, sir."  I bounced 
the crop against my hand a couple of times to test its flexibility as I 
continued.  "You realize, of course, that your slavery would entail much 
more of this kind of punishment, don’t you?"  She nodded her head once, 
but said nothing.  I remained motionless until I finally heard a quiet 
"Yes, sir." escape her lips.  I went on.  "I may even feel the need to 
go to more…effective methods of punishment.  You are aware of this?"  
"Yes, sir."  I decided to start twisting the screws.  "Swimmer, do you 
feel you deserve to be punished?"  She broke her submissive gaze for a 
second and stared at my face.  "Look at my cock, slave."  I raised the 
crop slightly and her eyes once more locked onto my member.  "And answer 
the question."

I heard her breathe it out.  "Louder.  Tell me.  Do you deserve to be 
punished?"  She whispered it again, afraid to form the word.  I gave her 
a terse look and said, "Swimmer, you have already earned five strokes 
for breaking your gaze from my cock.  Hesitation will only bring you 
more.  Now, I want you to say it to me.  Say it to my face, but keep 
your eyes down."  She lifted her head, careful to keep her eyes on my 
crotch, and formed the word cautiously, precisely.  "Yes."  "Yes, what?"  
She was already red, but now she was becoming crimson, almost purple 
with self-consciousness as she stood in the middle of the room.  Her 
knees trembled as the words came out.  "Yes, I deserve to be punished."  
"And what do you deserve to be punished for?"  "I deserve to be 
punished, because I am a slut."  The words came clearly now.  "I deserve 
to be punished, because I am willfully submitting myself to a person who 
I didn’t even know four days ago.  I deserve to be punished, because I 
am enjoying everything he does to me, even the hard things."  She 
paused.  "Especially the hard things."

"And what is your punishment?"  Swimmer showed no hesitation as she went 
on.  "My punishment is to be used.  By you, for whatever you want.  I 
need to be taken, and disciplined, and made into a toy for you.  I need 
to be every woman who has laughed at you, and every woman who has 
rejected you, and every woman who has just gone silent as she tries to 
find a way to politely decline, because she pities you.  I need to be 
tied down, and shown what it means to be a hole.  I need to feel more 
than just pleasure.  I need all the senses.  That’s what I want."

I stood up.  "Then lie down on the bed, Swimmer, and take your 
punishment."  Legs trembling, she walked over to the bed and lay back.  
"Face down, and further up.  Spread out your arms.  I walked to the 
corner and opened the briefcase.  I removed the rope, and used it to 
secure her arms and legs.  When I felt she was adequately bound, I stood 
at her side with the crop.

"I will punish you now, Swimmer, for looking me in the eyes a few 
minutes ago while we were talking.  The punishment is fifteen strokes.  
You will count them off."  I administered the blows to her bottom at 
regular intervals, and she called out the number for each one.  I gave 
her the first ten with the crop, then the last five with my open palm.  
Her bare bottom was already sensitized by the leather fold of the crop, 
and she twitched when I brought my hand down.  When I finished, she was 
breathing deeply.  I ran my hand over her hot buttock, and she rose back 
to me, trying to bring my hand down to her cunt.  I shoved a finger 
inside, and she moaned a little.  Before she could do anything, however, 
I pulled my finger out, and wiped myself off on her thigh.

I reached under her and grabbed one of her breasts, roughly twisting the 
nipple.  Swimmer yelped into the pillow, and I gave her an extra 
squeeze.  "All you have to do is say ‘stop’, Swimmer.  Or are you 
letting me do this because you like it?"  She didn’t say stop, and I 
pulled my hand out from under her and started to undo her ropes.

"You’re going to need more discipline, Swimmer.  But first I need to tie 
you in a new position.  Get up and kneel on the bed.  And put your hands 
behind your neck."

She took the position, and I looped the rope around her wrists.  Then I 
brought it under her armpits and three times around her upper chest.  I 
used the rest of the rope to tie her ankles together.  When I was 
finished, her hands were safely restrained behind her neck, but she 
couldn’t choke herself by thrashing around.  She could still close her 
legs if she wanted, but she had no leverage to keep me from prying them 
back open.  I left her on the bed and went back to my briefcase.  Taking 
care to open it away from her, I pulled out a ball gag.  "You are too 
vocal for what I am about to do, Swimmer.  This will work until you 
learn better restraint.  Open your mouth."  Swimmer opened her mouth and 
I fitted the gag around her head.

Swimmer’s eyes widened when I pulled out the nipple clamps.  I put them 
snugly, but not too tight.  I only wanted her to feel the stimulation at 
the moment.  When I brought the pussy clips, she didn’t understand what 
they were for until I spread her knees and closed them around her tender 
outer lips.  For my finale, I reached down into the case and brought out 
a long thin metal chain.  It was adjusted to be two feet long, and was 
forked at both ends.  She gave me a confused look that turned to 
surprise when I attached one fork to her nipple clamps.  I let out the 
chain as I attached it to the pussy clips, then tightened it back up 
when I was finished.  Swimmer bent her body in an attempt to keep slack 
in the chain, but I gave her a swat across the back with the crop.  When 
she felt the sting, she arched back, pulling on both her nipples and her 
lips.  Feeling the new pain from the clips, she bent forward again.

"Sit up straight, Swimmer."  She squeezed her eyes shut and slowly 
straightened her back, pulling down her breasts and up her lips.  I 
crooked my finger and tested her cunt, now spread wide to the world.  
She quivered against my finger, and when I pushed it in, she came, 
whining in the gag.  I pulled out my finger and wiped it off on her 
breasts.  Then I pushed her back onto the bed.

I pulled off my pants and briefs, then mounted her, with my dick between 
her breasts.  I brought my hands to her sides, then squeezed her breasts 
together, around my cock.  I began to tit-fuck her on the bed.  Each 
time I thrust my shaft between her breasts, it pulled on the chain, 
sending jolts straight to her sex.  Soon I could hear her moaning along 
with me.  I pushed her breasts together hard and went over the edge, 
spraying her chest and neck with my come.  After I came, I squeezed and 
scratched her nipples lightly.  Combined with the stimulation of the 
clamps, this was enough to bring her to another writhing orgasm.

I pulled her back up, then went back to the suitcase.  I selected a 
large vibrator, and returned to Swimmer.  Turning it to a low power, I 
slid it into her drenched cunt.  When I felt it was snugly inside of 
her, I took my hand away and said "Swimmer, I am going to need a rest 
before I can come back for more.  If this is not inside of you when I 
return," I grabbed the vibrator and twisted it inside of her slightly, 
"I am going to be very angry.  Don’t make me angry, Swimmer."  She shook 
her head no and I left her to get a glass of orange juice.

I sat down in the living room and sipped my orange juice as I waited to 
get hard again.  I could hear the faint buzzing of the vibrator coming 
from the bedroom, broken by the occasional thrashing of Swimmer.  I had 
left it on low power so that she would be stimulated, but not with 
enough power to make her come.  I could hear the bedsprings creak as she 
tried to get in a position to shove the vibrator farther into her.  When 
I felt I had recouped enough of my energy, I drained my juice and 
returned to the bedroom.

Swimmer was kneeling on the bed, with the vibrator still inside of her.  
She looked plaintively at me over the ball gag, begging for release.  I 
told her to lie back, then grabbed the vibrator and began to fuck her 
with it.  I would pull it almost all the way out of her cunt, then shove 
it back in with a twisting motion, pulling her flesh around the axis.  
Swimmer whipped her head back and forth and pulled at the ropes on her 
hands, lost in the feeling.  Just as she was about to come, I pushed the 
vibrator deep inside her and turned it off.  She glared at me, tears of 
frustration in her eyes, but did nothing but watch as I walked to the 
briefcase and pulled out a condom and some lube.  "You’ll get your 
release soon, Swimmer.  Don’t worry."

I came back to her and rolled her on her left side.  I lay down behind 
her, and spread her ass cheeks.  With a small amount of lube on my 
finger, I wormed my way into her anus and spread the warm jell on her 
hot walls.  When I felt her starting to push back at me, I pulled out 
quickly, not letting her enjoy it.  Instead, I eased my cock into her 
ass and said "Sit still, Swimmer.  I will fuck.  Not you.  You wanted to 
be a toy.  Now you are, and toys don’t fuck."  I shoved forward to prove 
my point, and she grunted into the gag.  As I began working up a rhythm 
in her ass, I reached around and switched the vibrator back on.  I 
started to twist the vibrator in and out of her once more, pulling in 
with my hand as I pushed forward from the rear.  I increased the power, 
and began to feel the motor through the thin wall separating her vagina 
from her anus.  Every time I rammed into her ass, my dick was met by the 
vibrator from the other side.  Swimmer was enjoying it too, and began to 
come in short breaths.

I had intended to hold off for longer, but my double penetration of 
Swimmer was proving more exhausting than I had first planned.  Since 
Swimmer had no mobility, I was perched at a precarious angle, ramming a 
vibrator into her cunt from an unusual angle as I pushed myself forward 
into her ass in the opposite direction.  After a couple of minutes of 
this my arm was on fire, and I was sweating along with Swimmer.  I let 
her come one last time, then allowed myself to be set off by the 
constrictions of her ass.  I filled the condom, and collapsed by her 
side for a minute, catching my breath.  I flushed the condom in the 
bathroom, then came back and began to undo Swimmer’s bonds.

First came the double Y chain with its clips, then came the gag.  As 
soon as the gag was removed, Swimmer started taking deep gasps of air, 
and I realized that she had probably been in an oxygen debt for the past 
half-hour.  I let her breathing calm down before I turned her over to 
untie her ropes.  As I worked on my knots I talked with her about the 
night’s activities.

"So, Swimmer, it seems you have received your just punishment.  For 
tonight."  "Yes, Sir."  "You can expect more of this treatment for the 
rest of the week.  If you do not wish for this, I will hear your pleas 
now."  I unbound her ankles and she stretched out her legs on the bed, 
shaking softly to bring back the circulation.  As I moved up to her 
wrists, she said "I have no pleas, Sir.  I am your slave.  It is my duty 
to do whatever you ask of me, no matter what that may be."

"Aside from what was in the letter, of course."  I corrected.  She froze 
for a second, then said "Oh, yes!  The letter.  Yes, sir.  You may not 
mark me permanently."  "Or give you to other people."  "Yes, that too."  
I thought I could hear a twinge of disappointment as she said it.  I 
finished her wrists, took all the toys off the bed, and placed them by 
the briefcase for her to wash tomorrow.  Then I climbed back into the 
bed and curled up next to my slave, wondering how best to apply the 
remaining toys tomorrow…