Birthday Fantasy

       My wife bought this little jump suit a while back.   It is one of my favorite because she looks so sensual in it.  It is black with a gold zipper at the front from waist to collar.  Each pocket had gold buttons about the size of a nickel.  The legs were short, not to mid thigh.  It fit snug, not tight enough to bulge or reveal a camel toe but rather snug to the form, shoulders, waist and hips with no excess fabric along the outline of her sex.  It lay smooth to her form.  She wears it with shear to the waist hose and a very sexy black lace bra.  She looks hot!

       It’s my birthday or will be and this is my fantasy… and a request to her…

       Saturday morning, cuz Thursday just won’t work J, with work and all; I get a room for the day at La Quinta.  She’s wearing her little black jump suit, a shear lace black bra that clips in front, shear to the waist suntan hose and a fresh shave from chin to toe J, a condition of female hygiene that I prefer and strongly recommend.  I like the soft smooth feel of a woman’s skin – everywhere – unencumbered by undergrowth or stubble.  I brought a small suit case with all toys she’ll need, and instructions for the day.

       Inside the room I turn one of the two queen size beds down and undress.  She begins by pallet wrapping my arms individually then my torso and each leg separately.  She wraps my upper arms, above the elbows to my sides.  The first wrap of plastic stick to the adjacent plastic wrap and the top layer bonds nicely allowing very little movement from my elbows to my shoulders.  Then I ball my hands up and she wraps them into balls, being careful not to restrict blood flow.   Each hand is wrapped tightly enough to keep the fingers from uncurling or extending outward.  This renders my hands useless for the day.  Next she tears strips of duct tape and place them about my hands, again secure but not tight, balls with no fingers. 

       Now I lay onto the bed.  She ties each ankle to opposite legs of the bed with short lengths of rope.  From the suit case she takes a small piece of 1x6 about ten inches long.  I have tooled this small plank for use today.  It has several holes side by side with one hole about 1 ¼ inch in diameter towards the bottom.  It is split in the center from end to end.  The sides have a series of counter set screw holes.  She removes the screws and applies a small bead of yellow wood glue to the edges of the seam, then spreads the glue evenly along the surface. This is placed about my scrotum and penis.  It will barely fit.  She has to be very careful not to pinch the skin as she squeezes the plank together again.  Carefully she tightens each screw re-assembling the plank into one piece with a guest and its friends protruding thru the board. 

       While the wood glue sets up she cuts two small holes the size of a coffee coaster in the plastic wrap about my torso and around each nipple.  Then she takes a leather hood out of the suit case.  This is place about my head.  It takes a bit of tugging but she pulls it snugly over and around my head.  It has a breathing hole and two small eye holes.  The eye holes cover with the Velcro patches completely blocking any vision.  She wipes a blot or two of yellow glue from the seam in the plank.

       Next she places a lasso about the head of my penis.  This is stretched and tied to the head board.  Then she takes out three small ‘U’ bolts for the suit case.  These fit into the holes along the seam of the plank and over shaft of my penis, a small acorn nut so as to not dig into the skin beneath, finger tight, will hold ‘U’ bolts in place.  She pressed them firmly over the shaft depressing each into the flesh of my penis, and then snugs each nut.  Finally she can release the cord and lasso about my penis.  My penis is secured to the plank about the base of my cock and balls.  She decides to wait until she is ready to leave before releasing the lasso around my penis.  It is starting to ach about the lasso.  The head is a bit purple-ish.  I am now firmly attached to the plank.

       From the suit case she gets two Japanese clover nipple clamps.  These have small soft plastic nub-ed gripper pads on each side and are designed to apply greater pressure to the nipple when pressure is applied to the end of the clamp.  They don’t easily pull off but rather grip tighter when pressure is applied. 

       Now what is a birthday without the obligatory paddling?  Right?  So thru the day she will administer 37 stripes or blows to my Cock and the Boys, ten to a package…with each blow being stronger than the first.  Now once some time ago she tried this strategy but got the first blow too hard and decided to start over.  No, not today.  Whatever the first blow is each of the following nine have to be slightly harder.  Yes, somewhere during the day she will strike the boys too hard.  It will be difficult to endure.  She will do this several times, three packages of ten and one of seven to be precise.  She will have to pause between blows for effect and my recovery. 

       She is nervous as she grabs the five gallon paint stirring stick from the suit case.  The first blow of the day is a bit hard per my instructions and squarely on the boys.  Good.  Now do nine more each a bit harder than the previous.  By the fifth I am in real pain… and at eight it is nauseating… Nine… Ten…  Very good!  She releases the lasso about the head of my cock.  It is purple and aches!  The color returns… along with a several small red blotches on my scrotum from the first set of ten lashes. 

       Now she takes out of the suit case a crisp new $100 bill.  She will have a nice breakfast before doing a bit of shopping.  She is not allowed to return until the whole hundred is spent.  Once, years ago, she went shopping, was gone for two hours and spent three dollars, so this is not as easy a task for her as you may think.  The nipple clamps get very difficult past the hour but I suspect it will take more than an hour for her to spend the money, plus breakfast...  ouch!

       My balls ache from the beating.  My nipples burn with an uncontrollable fire.  I can hardly move.  The bed is getting hard to lay on…  I fidget about.  I have to pee…  I have no idea how much time has passed or when she will return.  I wait in silence, seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours… eternity is passing while I wait… in pain.

       After the money is spent she returns to the hotel room.  Carefully she removes each nipple clamp.  My nipples explode with fire as the blood rushes into them.  There are several small reddish streaks on the boys.  She helps me stand because the plank about my balls restricts my legs too much, even with help it tugs painfully at my scrotum.  It is hard to pee with the ‘U’ bolts… I cannot handle anything because my hands are nothing but balls.  Damn!  She helps me lay down and re-ties me to the bed.

       She takes a small fondue pot out of the suit case.  Into it she places a brick of paraffin wax and lights the pilot.  It takes a bit of time for the wax to melt.  It is time for another ten birthday stripes and a bit of target practice.  There is a small pellet gun with tiny plastic beads in the suit case.  She pumps it up then takes aim, cuz I know she can hit a target… and shoots.  The impact leaves a small red dot on my scrotum.  I roll away at impact.  She likes this and continues dotting my balls. 

       Then she take out the small ‘nine tails’ from the suit case, ten more stripes.  Again she starts a bit hard… at six I am in agony… eight, nine, ten…  The nine tails leaves multiple purple stripes.  It hurts.  Good!  I am struggling with nausea and agony at the last blow to the boys.

       The fondue is ready.  With a small ladle she dribbles hot wax over each nipple.  The wax is HOT!  Tears form as she ladles the wax about whatever skin is exposed.  Then she starts on my penis and the boys.  It is still HOT!  I can hardly stand the burning pain.  When the wax is gone she takes out another $20.  It is time for a movie.  But there is knocking at the door.

       “Just a minute,” she says.  Then she pulls the sheet over me.  It does not matter to me because all I can see is the black of the hood anyway, but it obscures me from her view.  I can hear but am not allowed to speak.  I cannot see. 

“This is MY present to you,” she says as the door opens.  She has a guest… cuz, well why not use a perfectly good hotel room!  I hear a male voice.  I do not recognize him.  I suspect it is her boyfriend-lover.  I know of him and know that she does him once or twice a week, but that’s another story for another time.  Then I hear sounds.  I cannot make them out… then I hear what sounds like a zipper… maybe on her jump suit?  My cock tries to swell.  The ‘U’ bolts stop any engorging.  The averted engorging is painful.  Yes, it is the jump suit. I hear a male voice mumble about her tits… and then the rustling of clothes… and something being tossed onto me… I can feel the weight of the clothes over my legs.  I hear something on the second bed next to me… more sounds I cannot make out.  What is going on?  What are they doing?  Of course I know the jest of events… but only my imagination is left to paint a picture.

       “You don’t get it until you ask for it,” a male voice.  (cuz she tends to be silent during sex)  Nothing, no sound I can make out… time passes… They must be doing something.  I imagine him sucking her tits… and his hand gliding along the labia of her pussy… then…

       “Okay, yes… I want you inside me…” she says almost begging.

       “Say it.”  The man says.

       “Okay… yes, fuck me… fuck me good…” she almost whisper, but it is loud enough for me to hear.  My wife is asking him to fuck her on the bed next to me!  The head board begins to bump.  I can hear the bed in motion.  My cock strains but is secured to the plank.  It is uncomfortable, miserable!  I hear him groan…

       “I’m…” He grunts, “cumming.”   She moans with pleasure…

       “Cum inside me….” she pleads.  “Yes, cum in my pussy.  Yes, yes.”  He deposits his cum inside her pussy… there is will remain for hours until her own body absorbs it.         There is a pause… a groan… a pause and some sounds I cannot make out.  Time passes… I hear the shower… a man’s voice from the bathroom.  The clothes discarded in haste over me are removed.  The door closes… and she’s gone to the movies.

       When she returns she removes the wax from my cock and balls.  It’s time for another ten birthday lashes.  She takes a ping-pong paddle from the suit case.  Some discoloring, bruising, is to be expected and the boys are all ready bit red.  The boys are tender.  Each blow is difficult.  Seven left…

       There is another knock at the door.

       “Just a minute.” she replaces the nipple clamps and recovers me with the sheet.  The door opens.  It’s another man…no, a couple, a man and his wife.  My fantasy as we discussed it and her gift to me.  There are introductions and discussions.  This is a new scenario for her too.  I can tell she’s not completely comfortable, not scared but outside of her comfort area.  There are sounds.  Clothes tossed in my direction. 

       I can figure out from sounds and words that the others are nearly naked and she’s lingering...  He slowly removes my wife’s clothes and lays her in between them.  I cannot hear exactly what is going on…  I am intensely focused on the events beside me.

       “Wait…I’ve never…” she says almost as a gasp as the woman’s wet pussy descends towards my wife’s mouth.  I know she’s tasted her own juices, because I’ve had her masturbate and lick the cum from her fingers… so what’s up?  He is making her taste his wife’s pussy.  I cannot tell what is happening from sounds. 

       I hear groans… then a woman grunting…

       “Eat me… lick my pussy… yes… yes…”  It is not my wife’s voice.  She moans and cums loudly encouraging my wife to continue… she cums and cums… The woman is multi-orgasmic and loves to ride the waves of passion my wife is giving.  The sounds pause… Then I hear my wife cum. 

       “You like my pussy?”  My wife asks.  “Fuck my pussy… yes, I love that hard cock… fuck me harder….”  Then I hear my wife cumming.  After a bit of sounds I cannot make out…  A man is grunting… I hear sloppy wet flesh slapping against itself…

       “Yes… fuck my pussy…” My wife’s voice is raspy…  I can hear the bed and the head board again… groans and people cumming…  Then people getting dressed… and the door closes.

       “Now for those last seven, you up for this?” she quips.

       I shake my head no.

       “Too bad really, but you are 37 and that’s the price you’re gonna pay.”  There are seven more little plastic pellet dots on the boys before the nine tails finds the first blow.

       I am nauseated by the last of the birthday blows.  Numerous pellet dots speckle my scrotum.  Purple-ish stripes and blotches adorn the birthday boys.  I ache.  My nipples are on fire again as she removes them again.  My nipples feel bruised and achy. 

       “Now for that last little touch…” She takes out a small plastic lined paper roll from the suit case.  She removes the ‘U’ bolts from my cock.  Next she takes a penis plug out of the suit case.  She applies a bit of KY before she begins to insert it into the urethra. 

The plug is polish stainless steel about three inches long with several oval shaped bumps reaching about 7/16 in diameter.  There is a small hole at the center for fluids to pass.  She presses it to the first of the oval enlargements.  There it presses upon the sphincter of the urethra.  It is very painful to pass beyond this tight muscle… slowly she rotates while applying pressure.  The muscle give way, very painfully, as it passes the first enlargement.  This will keep it from sliding back out.  Slowly the plug slides into the penis and into its proper place… only a small shiny metal bulb remains at the tip of my penis.

       Then she takes out a small can of latex, the kind you dip the pliers handles into… and begin to paint my cock.  After she gets a good thick coat on my cock, which she dries with the hair dryer, she places my cock inside the paper roll.  Then she pours it full with the latex.  This will take an hour or so to dry.

       She takes another $30 from the suit case.  Off to dinner, and over to a store for a bit of shopping… what seems like days pass, but in reality it is little more than a few hours.

       When she comes back she removes the leather hood.  “Have you enjoyed your Birthday as much as I?” 

       “Yes and no… I have enjoyed every minutes of it… but I think you enjoyed yourself more than I.”  She checks the mold about my cock.  It needs a bit of dry time with the drier.  She sits patiently with the hair dryer for the next twenty minutes making sure the latex is sufficiently cured.  And then she cuts the pallet wrap loose from my body.

       “I was surprised by the couple.”  I say as the plastic falls away. 

       “Me too, to be honest.  I set it up last week but didn’t know whether I could go thru with it.”

       “And did you enjoy it?”

       “Yeah, some… not sure if I’d do it again but I’ve done it once.  Girls aren’t my thing.  I didn’t find it revolting but not sure I want to do her again, at least alone... maybe as a couple… I’ll see…” She removes the screws from the sides of the plank.  It is a solid piece of wood with my latex coated cock and bruised balls protruding thru it.

       “I liked you talking…”  She looks puzzled for a moment.

       “Oh, he does that…  He won’t fuck me until I ask for it… and by the time I ask for it I really really want it!”        She giggled a bit.

       “Now what?”  She exclaims.  Looks to me like you’ve got a problem or two.

       “I brought a small coping saw to cut the plank off… as for the latex… I guess I’ll see what happens.  Feels heavy.”

She giggles.

       “Eventually I’ve got to take the whole thing off.”

       “Are the boys going to be okay… I mean they’ve taken a beating… and it shows.”

       “They’ll be fine… and thanks for having to courage to do that!”  I picked things up putting them into the suit case.  The plank is a problem…  I’ll have to deal with it before I can leave the room.  I try but it won’t break… I’ll have to use the coping saw.

My wife leaves me to solve my predicament alone.  Wear it or remove it… no one will help…  The plank finally falls away.  The boys are visibly bruised!  My cock is encased in latex about two inches in diameter and four inches long.  The penis plug drips… and is very much stuck in place.  I get dressed carefully…  What am I going to do with my cock?!

It’s been a good Birthday!