The Birthday Gift Your birthday party had been great fun. We’d met some friends in our local. We’d had a good laugh, and maybe drunk a little too much. But hell it was your birthday. I hadn’t known what to get you for the occasion; I wanted it to be something memorable. But what? Clothes? I would choose wrong. Perfume? You had a dressing table full. Underwear? To easy! But what? Then your eyes had lighted onto something in the pub and I knew! I knew what I could give you, that would make you smile, make you happy and that you would treasure. That was a week ago, work had filled that gap, but finally the weekend had come round again. I had to go out Friday evening and then on Saturday to collect your birthday gift. At first you were annoyed that you were to be alone for Saturday afternoon. But the promise of finally having the birthday present you had moaned I’d not given you on the day, made you forgive me to some degree. I arrived home soon after six bearing a Chinese takeaway. We sat on the sofa, side by side sharing the contents of the foil dishes and watching some chic flick. I also had brought you a bottle of whiskey, and as the evening passed by, the level dropped. You had never had a head for the amber nectar, but that did not dissuade you from making it your tipple. Ankara escort As the meal ended, we had headed to bed to finish the DVD. I finally saw that the nectar I had brought, have its usual effect and you were asleep. Now was the time to reveal my gift to you. I crossed to your dressing table and from the bottom drawer removed the Velcro hand cuffs we often used in our games. Bondage had always been your gift to our love making and I knew how much it added you your enjoyment. I looked down at you asleep on the bed and smiled. You were going to be such a lucky girl. I unzipped your skirt and gently lifting your bottom of the quilt eased it down and past your legs. Then I unfastened your blouse and that to was soon draped over the chair. I knew you had worn stockings for me, as that your standards in underwear would be as high as they ever were. Black boy shorts and a matching bra, all of which needed to be removed. I did however, for my own pleasure leave your hold ups in place. Then easing you into the centre of the bed, I placed one handcuff round your wrist and fastened it to the bed post. With in five minutes all your Balgat escort bayan limbs were spread apart and fastened to the beds posts. I looked down at my darling girl, her shaven mound, her wonderful sensitive breasts and that mouth made for kissing and sucking. You would so enjoy the next few hours. I had to leave you for 5 minutes while I went to bring your present in from the car, but the size meant if it was to be a true surprise it would have to be left on the landing until I was ready. I undressed myself and then sat beside you naked on the bed. You mumbled something in your sleep, a slumber I now had to wake you from. A gentle kiss and then admission of my tongue into your mouth made your eyes flicker awake. The restraints stopped you from sitting up, a realisation that made you smile, and respond to my kisses. I sat back up and you smiled at me”you spoil your bad little girl” you said falling so eagerly into our role playing. “I do try my sweet whore, but first I have your birthday gift for you” I stood, my semi erection drawing your eyes. “No” I laughed “its something better than that, something you have often fantasised about. Then last weekend you pointed it out in the Escort Batıkent pub, I could not bring you the item you spotted, but over the week I have found an identical model”. As I said this I crossed to the bedroom door and rested a hand on the door handle. “What is it, please tell me?” you asked the realisation that what ever it was would be sexual and part of our fantasies dawning. “My darling whore, I have chosen one of your presents with great care and I hope it will offer you one of the best nights of your life” My hand started to turn the handle then I paused. “No, we need a little extra spice” I smiled as I walked to your chest of drawers. From there I removed a silk scarf I had brought you on our first holiday. You looked at the soft fabric and smiled, anticipating the care I had put into this evening. As I turned the door handle I looked back at my darling, bound spread eagle to our bed, your eyes masked under silk and your legs encased in silk. Your shaven mound and your erect nipples. My own reaction stirred, but tonight was not about me, it was about you, your fantasies and pleasure. I opened the door and in the entrance stood a young girl. He age unknown but I had selected her, hoping she was in her early twenties. She had long blond hair that hung down to her shoulder blades, eyes that were alive with the offering before her, and the longest legs you could imagine. They to were encased in silk hold ups and her muscles accentuated by impossibly red high heels.