Chapter Four
I expected them home by six o'clock, but it was after eight before they pulled
into the driveway. It was impossible to sit in Outfit #3 so standing inside the
foyer for two hours was killing my feet. I opened the door for them; they were
loaded down with packages.
"Thank you, sweetie," Stacy said as she walked hurriedly by and up the stairs.
Jack followed her in, smelling of cigar smoke and alcohol.
"Well, well, well. What have we here? Is it the birthday boy?" he asked. I
nodded, my cheeks flaming red with embarrassment beneath the mask. My little
dickie was lewdly sticking out from the crotchless panties. I did not forget to
tie a pink ribbon around the base of my prick and balls. The bow was so pretty
with its lace trim.
Jack said, "I know you can't walk up the stairs in that get up, dickie. So take
these packages to the den and set them by the sofa." I nodded, taking the
packages, and slowly made my way to the den. "We'll be there in a few."
They spent about 30 minutes in the bedroom packing for their stay at The Regency
before coming down and going to the kitchen. I could tell Stacey was in a good
mood; her laughter filled the house. Then things got quiet and they soon
entered the den.
Stacey was carrying a plain cup cake with one small pink candle, her hand
cupping the tiny flame so it wouldn't go out. She set the cup cake on a bar
stool and cleared her voice. She didn't sing the whole birthday song, just the
end: "Happy birthday to you." I guess she was just being thoughtful or maybe
she was in a hurry.
"Happy birthday, sweetums! I know we talked about a chocolate cake, baby doll,
but our shopping expedition turned out longer than we planned. We barely had
time to stop by the bakery on our way out of the mall to get the cup cake.
Didn't we, Jackiepoo?"
"That's right, sweet cheeks," he said as he scooped her up in his arms and gave
her a big kiss. "Fortunately, we didn't have to buy balloons, because Outfit #3
comes with a balloon, doesn't it, dickie?" I nodded. The gag had not been
inflated as yet. But that changed when Jack walked over and squeezed the pump a
few times. "Ah ha! Now the party is complete! Cake and balloons!" Stacey
stifled her laughter, or rather she made a good attempt at it.
"Now, dickie, we want you to open your present now, but there is a catch." Jack
grinned at Stacey. "We want you to make a wish and blow out your candle, but
since your mouth is occupied at the moment, you'll have to extinguish the flame
with your ejaculate. If you are successful, dickie, you can jerk off next week.
If you don't put the candle out ... well ... I just may have to try out my new
whip I bought today. After all, the birthday boy deserves some swats, eh?"
I tried to swallow, but the ball gag prevented it. My whole body was trembling
like a leaf.
"So c'mon, dickie," Jack said. "Make a wish. Stacey and I have to get going
soon."
I stepped-inch by inch-to the candle, made a wish (that I could put the candle
out!), and encircled my penis with my leather gloves. I moaned as I began to
jerk my pud. Oh, what a glorious feeling! In less than 30 seconds the first
string of jism erupted from my tiny pecker and hit the candle's flame solidly.
But it did not go out!! The flame returned! In shock, I jerked off faster
aiming stream after stream onto the candle ... as well as the cup cake. But the
candle would not go out!
After spewing my load, the candle still burned, and the cake was covered with my
issue.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jack said. "I guess your wish won't come true, dickie. But at
least your cake has icing now." Stacey chuckled and walked over to me, kissing
the crown of my mask.
"We were being mean to sweetums," she said mockingly. "It's one of those trick
candles, baby doll. If you pinch the flame with your fingers, it will go out.
Then you can have your cake. But first we need you to take our bags out to the
car."
My stomach quit growling after I ate my cup cake and licked my fingers clean.
Stacey was right. A chocolate cake would have ruined my figure. I shed Outfit
#3 with a sigh of relief and was looking forward to a long night's sleep when I
saw that a note had been left on my pillow. It was from Jack.
