You make me smile like the sun…

Master’s birthday was Friday. Jack and Jill helped me plan a surprise formal D/s birthday dinner.

The table was set for two. Two place settings. Two chairs.

And two cushions on the floor.

“I’m lucky just to linger in your light…”

Jill and I served. We knelt on the cushions. We ate whatever they wanted to feed us.

It took awhile for my nerves to settle.

It helped that he was so touched and so pleased that he had to wipe his eyes a few times.

See. He’s not completely heartless.

Just mostly.

“You make me dance like a fool…”

There were cupcakes.

One day, after some harmless ribbing between doms, he got the nickname Master Cupcake. It stuck.

Everyone calls him Master Cupcake.

He told me, with a grin, that I’d pay for the cupcakes. I rather thought the plastic boobies made up for it.

“Forget how to breathe…”

There were presents.

That would be the toy I bought him that I’m already trying to figure out how to get rid of. One light swat with that to my inner thigh and I had a loop-shaped bruise forming.

Do. Not. Want.

I got him two new misery sticks too. Because I am THAT dedicated to my own demise.

Jack and Jil got him this-

(Why didn’t I think of things like that?!)

“Dizzy in my head…”

There were outfits.

The clothes made me more nervous than anything.

I need to get a close up of those shoes. They have handcuffs on them.

“Nothing can compare to where you send me…”

On the table, there was a sprinkling of rose petals. They dripped off the table and trailed their way over to the cross.

Do you think that was too subtle of a hint?

Me, too.

He’s a smart cupcake though. I ended up on the cross.

“You steal away the rain and just like that…”

He never stopped touching me. He never stepped away from me. His mouth seemed to stay in contact with my body, my skin, my ear. He whispered wicked things. He bit. He licked. He touched.

He squeezed and he pinched, he groped and he hurt. He absorbed every groan, every whimper.

And then he pulled me away.

“Just the thought of you can drive me wild…”

Away and down. To my knees.

For his birthday blow job.

I tried not to let the gerking noises interrupt Jack and Jill’s activities, but what’s a girl with a cock down her throat to do??

“Ohh, you make me smile…”

I made him smile.

Happy Birthday, to the one who will always be older than me.

~cunt

(lyrics courtesy of Uncle Krackers “Smile”)