24th Birthday

24^th Birthday - A Week’s Vacation

 

My birthday this year fell on a Monday, 1^st July 2013, and normally I would have been working, then fitting the celebrations into whatever free time I had, but this year I made other arrangements. Master Mark had told me early in June that I was take the whole week off work, as vacation, not just the Friday after Independence Day, as I had done most years. He didn’t tell me why, other than to say he may have a few tasks to assign me which would keep me busy. Of course, I spent the rest of the month trying to guess what he might be planning to do, but he wouldn’t answer any of my questions, subtle or otherwise, and I earned myself a couple of spankings for not showing a properly obedient attitude.

Mom was no help either, insisting she didn’t know, and even if she did, she would have been unable to say, or she would have been spanked as well. In the end I gave up trying to work out the details, my Master is far too inventive for me to second guess him, but in any case, I knew that whatever he’d planned would be wonderful. That didn’t stop me looking out of the window most of the weekend in case he turned up unannounced like he had last year, or listening out for the doorbell.

In the event, I would never have guessed what my Sir had arranged for me, but I was correct in knowing that I would thoroughly enjoy every moment of it, and that he had a perfect understanding of my heart’s desires. How does he do that????

Presents For The Birthday Girl

While the weekend had turned out to be routine, other than my monthly visit to the beauty parlour turned out more involved than expected, my birthday was totally out of this world. Mom woke me by slipping under the covers and licking me to my first climax of the day, which finished off a lovely sexy dream I’d just been having about my freshly waxed pussy being oiled by my beauty therapist.

After a few kisses and birthday wishes, Mom joined me in the shower, washing me all over, as if she were my ladies maid, taking care not to wet my hair, which still retained the bouncy curls that had been styled in on Saturday. We dried each other off, then spent quite a while moisturising each other’s body, especially in the creases and folds, and those parts that stiffened at a gentle touch, with Mom bringing me to another orgasm as she stroked my throbbing clit.

Because I had the day off, and Mom didn’t have to go in till midday, we slipped our nighties on and went for breakfast, while I opened my cards and presents.

Mom’s card was first, all flowers and sweet, heartfelt verses, which always ends with a big hug, and sincere thanks that strengthened that special bond we have between us. Grandad’s card was next, then Uncle Robert’s, both of them now expressing comments about how sexy I was, and other personal things that had me blushing, but still made me realise how much they loved their little girl. Even though I was now 24 years old.

Master Mark’s card was the last of those I considered most special, with a hand written sentiment that made me cry as he wrote how much I meant to him, and how proud he was of the woman I had grown into. I wished he could have been there so I could give him a big hug like I had last year.

There were several others from neighbours, my dancing friends, and a couple from  work, personal cards from senior partners, in addition to the company one, which I think is really nice that they made the effort to express their appreciation for me. Last year I even got a kiss from the partners when I went back into work.

I moved on to opening my presents next, starting with the smaller ones, the first of which was from Uncle Robert, some body jewellery like last year, for my pierced nipples. It was a pair of silver captive rings, with a large cat mounted over the catch section, and its tail draping down, with an unusual flared end to it. There was a small note in the box, letting me know that the rings were called KittyKat, which was one of the reasons he’d bought them for his own little Kitty Kat. There were also instructions from Uncle Robert to fit the rings in my nipples, then look under the box’s mounting tray. Being an obedient girl, I did as asked, fitting the rings, noticing that the they were a matched pair, one tail curled right, the other left, then realised why when I found two more notes in the gift box, and a length of silver chain.

Kitty Kat

 

The chain was about twelve inches long, and every couple of inches there was a small gemstone hung pendant on six links of silver chain, so that it looked like a long charm  bracelet. Where the pendant joined the main chain, the link was keyhole shaped. Uncle Robert’s notes had “Read Me First” written on the front of one of them, and the instructions inside said to hook a keyhole link over each of the cat’s tail on my nipple ring, joining them together like a necklace. Well, a nipple lace really, which looked very pretty, and slightly Arabian. The weight of the chain, and the pressure, pulled on the tails, twisting my nipples, but I could see what they were doing, and rotated the captive rings so the tails faced towards each other.

When I looked at the second note, Uncle Robert wanted me to move the cat’s tail to the next pendant link further along on each side, shortening the effective length and pulling my nipples closer together. Then I was to keep shortening the chain every hour while ever I was wearing this set of jewellery, till my nipples were side by side.

I remembered Uncle Robert doing something similar to me during one of my summer breaks at his house, while I was at High School, but he’d used string that time, as one of his punishments for playing with my tits too often. By the end of the day my teats had been really painful, and I could imagine this setup being just the same, with the constant tension.

The next present on the table was a small box from my Grandad, and inside was some more body jewellery, a set of beautiful Snowflake nipple shields, with extra extender  rings. I removed my new KittyKat rings, and fitted the shield over my nipple, but had a problem pulling my teat through the shield so I could fit the barbell through it. It was going to be an even bigger problem if I wanted to use the extender, and there was no way I’d be able to fit three rings on each side. Grandad must want me to have teats like a dairy cow (LOL).

Snowflake 

Mom sorted it out though, bringing the sewing box, and threading a length of red cotton onto a darning needle, then passing the rounded end through the piercing in my right nipple. She next passed the needle and the other end of the thread through the centre of the snowflake, and pulled my nipple along with it. The piercing was now quite a way through the shield, and the barbell easily slid along side the thread, so Mom lowered the bar back into the grooves cut into the top of the shield. There was a fair amount of pressure on my nipple, stretching it out from the end of my breast, and I could feel the aureole being squeezed into the ring.

Mom gently pulled the thread out, passed it through my left nipple, and then fitted the second shield much easier, now we knew what we were doing. When I looked in the mirror, the effect was stunning, quite barbarian, with the ends of my breasts covered, and it was a look I’d always admired when looking at porn on the computer. I left them in while I went back to opening more presents.

I picked Mom’s present next, about the size of a shoe box, the gift wrap covered in heart stickers and kiss stickers, as she does. It wasn’t shoes though; the box had been decorated with a woodland scene, like the Columbia Trail from High Bridge, where Mom grew up, and the centre piece was a gorgeous Red Fox. I love these creatures, they are fascinating, so I’d always look forward to hiking sections of the trail with Grandad, Uncle Robert, and Mom, and we had eventually covered all 11 miles along it. Sometimes we got up before dawn, for an early start, and Grandad knew several places that were good for Fox spotting, often with the vixen and her pups out as well.

When I finally opened the box, inside was a lovely Fox tail butt plug, fake of course, but it was so soft and cuddly, and there were a pair of matching furry Fox ears on a zigzag headband. I fitted the headband, and the ears looked really cute, like I was a genuine fox-girl, my hair hiding most of the band, so the ears seemed to be growing on my head. I was admiring myself in the mirror, messing with the tail held against my butt, when Mom told me to bend over the counter, greased my bottom with KY, then inserted the plug section.

Foxy Lady 

Even though I’d been wearing the jewelled plug I’d got for last year’s birthday at least one day a week, the Fox tail plug was a lot bigger, stretching my anus quite painfully. After working the flared end deeper each time for about six attempts, Mom suddenly pushed hard all the way in, and I whimpered as my anal ring closed over the narrower neck. When I asked her to take it out, she took hold of the Fox tail, pulled really hard, and the plug was dragged straight out, hurting even more than when it went in earlier.

“Foxy Lady needs her tail, I’m afraid,” Mom coo’d in my ear, “let’s just slip it back where it belongs,” and once more it was eased gently into my aching butt, the muscles spreading under the insistent pressure till I was once more properly tailed. We kissed then, long and deep, our tongues battling as I swished my new tail behind me, eager  hands  exploring each other’s bodies. Mom knows just when to be a little rough with me, and made me cum again as her fingers pinched my clit, and her other hand lay on my tail, tugging at it gently.

I unwrapped the present from Mark next, multiple layers of gift wrap around a box containing a school uniform, white blouse, rather short pleated blue skirt, long white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes, all in my size. It wasn’t anything like the uniform I wore in High School, in fact I couldn’t place anywhere locally that it even resembled, especially the tie, which was a big satin bow, not the male style ties they have around this area. There was even underwear, a pink satin bra and bikini pantie set.

In the bottom of the box was an envelope that held a bus ticket to a Film Production Experience at 10:30 that morning, leaving from the coach pick-up point next to the main highway. There was also a ticket for Mom to accompany me. Along with the two tickets was a sheet of paper that read as follows.

“A Birthday Task And Treat”

“Katherine, you are to embark on a High School trip as part of your Media Studies  course. As a representative of the school, you will wear the full uniform provided, and nothing else, except a small shoulder bag for 1 or 2 of your personal items.
Your Mom is allowed to accompany the party, but at a distance, and you are not to let anything distract you from your assigned task. Interaction with any friends you may see, that are not part of the group, is not permitted.

In line with school policy, students are expected to be considerate, courteous, and obedient to their elders, and to those in authority. Students must not engage in idle chatter, they should not speak unless they are asked a direct question, and they must answer in a helpful and honest manner.

Some parts of the experience will be interactive, and students should be prepared to participate, and present their observations later.”

I was definitely mystified by what this was all about, perhaps a special Disney tour, like the Keys To The Kingdom that Master Mark arranged for me when I was 16, but whatever it was already had me excited.

 I had another present from Uncle Robert, wrapped in cupcake paper, tied with a girly pink ribbon. Inside was a pair of black panties with wide lace at the waist, and narrow lace round the legs. There was a large “Debrief Me” motif across the back, sewn in pink satin thread, complete with hearts above the words. I knew that Uncle Robert would want me to wear them next time we met, so that I could show them to him, and he could debrief me himself. LOL

There was another sticker covered present from Mom next, and  underneath the main wrapping paper was a gift bag from Emily’s Essentials, which is a small lingerie shop run by Miss Emily, that we like to visit. Beneath a cloud of soft, lavender fragranced blue tissue, was a gorgeous Panties and Camisole Set, in pale blue satin and cream  lace. There were several sets like this at Miss Emily’s shop, but I’d never seen this particular outfit. When I tried it on, it was a perfect fit, the lace over the bust stopped just short of my nipples, leaving the gathered silk resting on top, which I knew would show through really well on several of the sheer tops I have. 

Emily's Essentials 

It was very comfortable to wear, and caressed my body in lots of places, which was extremely sensual, and I love undies like this. I had several work outfits that would look good over the top of it, giving just enough hint of what I was wearing below, but still not suggestive enough to be inappropriate in a law office. There were also a few sundresses in my wardrobe that would show my new undies off almost completely when I went to the mall.

I gave Mom a big hug for giving me something so beautiful, and she told me that it had been specially made for me by Miss Emily herself, and she had wanted something unique for Mom to give me. I’m going to make sure that I wear it when I next visit Miss Emily to thank her for her kindness.

I only had 2 presents left now, both from Mark, and I opened the smaller package, finding a lovely sex toy I’d been thinking of buying for some time, a black Feeldoe, which is a strapless wearable dildo. It’s double ended, the smaller end goes inside my pussy, leaving the longer, penis shaped end sticking out from under my pubic mound, just like a real cock. That end goes inside Mom’s pussy so that I can fuck her.

I took my new undies off, and slipped the short end inside me, which was a bit tight because Master Mark had bought me the “stout” version, which is fatter than the standard model. I’d tried on the regular one in Miss Emily’s shop quite a while ago, and had really liked it, but never got round to getting one, and now I have one of my very own, a present from my loving Master.

Mom said I wasn’t allowed to use it till this evening, but I could wear it round the house for a while to get used to it. As I went to refill our coffee mugs the Feeldoe started to work its magic, the penis end bobbing about in front of me, rubbing my clit where it nestled into the top of my clit. Because it was longer and fatter than the one I tried at Miss Emily’s, it exerted more pressure on the section bedded inside my pussy, tilting it forward and pressing against my G-spot with each step I took. I could feel an orgasm building inside as I put the coffee down, so I held myself still, trying to bring my throbbing pussy under control so that I didn’t have a climax without my Master’s permission. I’d already cum twice, but Mom had told me that my Sir had allowed each of them, but I had not yet been given permission to climax again, so I had to be careful to maintain my obedience to Master Mark’s house rules.

When I had calmed down, I opened Mark’s final present, which  was a large Sears dress box, so I was really excited that my Master had bought me a new dress for my birthday, and I couldn’t wait to see what it was. However, the box was almost empty, and contained only a collection ticket for the Sears store in the Florida Mall, one of my favourite places to shop. Mom said I could probably call in later in the afternoon after dropping her off at work, then I could enjoy a whole afternoon browsing the stores, and trying on sexy lingerie, as long as I didn’t forget to pick her up later.

After I’d opened everything on the table, and revelling in the thrill that I was so loved and cared for by those around me, I was given an extra present from my Sir. It was a cute gift certificate awarding me 24 Birthday Spanks, to be shared between morning, afternoon, and evening.

 :-)