marksslutonly's blog post - Birthday Wish

I am going to be 44 years old on the 21st of June. I have made several birthday wishes in those years, but never one like this year...this is my story.

I have recently had fate hand me the most wonderful man in the world, and I believe that I am finally old enough and wise enough to have seized that fate with open arms. The second that he and I met, we knew there was something wonderful awaiting both of us, we immediately imagined that the fantasies we had both been harboring, were about to come true. Admittedly it did take a little smooth talking on his part, but I let my guard down quickly and we started talking.
We began making small talk, but it soon became much more heated, within a couple of conversations we were making plans to meet. He dropped a few hints and asked a few round about questions regarding bondage, but I was a little shocked and turned us away from that line of thinking as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I think it's been so ingrained in women that we should not even think about that kind of thing.
We met the first time as planned and had a very wonderful time. Sex was fantastic with him, he seemed to just know exactly what I was thinking and wanting, but honestly at that moment I didn't really know what it was that I did want. That was all about to change, actually, my whole life was about to change. The next time we talked, my inhibitions seemed to fly right out the window. I trusted this man, can't really say how or why, but my gut said that I should let go for once in my life and ask him for everything I desired. I began telling him about what I would like to be, he helped me get the words out like he knew exactly what I was going to say. I told him that I wanted to belong to him, to not have to think about what I was going to do, rather to anticipate what was going to happen to me. Our conversation flowed from there. We spent many conversations after that talking about different idea's and ground rule's, if you will. Just as I had hoped, he made those rules, he did all of the planning and then waited for my reaction to see if it was something he thought I'd like to try or not. Within these first conversations, he also made very clear to me that anything I didn't like, or didn't want to try was completely up to me to either do or not do, stop, slow down, whichever the case, I felt completely safe, and completely turned on. My whole body was sparking, I had never in my life felt so alive, horny, sexy, vulnerable and safe, all at the same time. He was now my Master and I was his slave.
We planned to meet that upcoming weekend, but before that day came, I had many jobs to do. He gave me a list of items I would need to gather and purchase, of course I didn't necessarily get an explanation of all of these items, but I knew not to ask any questions. First I needed to secure "the bag". It's the bag I was to put all of these items in and keep safe from others finding it. Next, I needed to find 10 clothes pins, a scarf and a washable marker. Then I was instructed to visit the "Toy Store". Now I have by no means led a sheltered life, but I can also say that I have not spent alot of time in shops like that either, especially looking for the items I was instructed to buy. First I headed for vibrators. The one I needed was called "the rabbit", and to my surprise there were many, many rabbits to choose from. Honestly I picked the one I saw first and hoped it was the right one. Next I headed to the section with the bondage items. My Master wanted a collar and leash. Well I found all kinds of those too, and I opted for the one without the metal studs, it looked a little softer and since I was still not completely certain how some of this would play out, I thought I would play it a little safer. Then I needed some handcuffs, now by this time I am coming to the conclusion that there are alot of people who are in these stores as novices, because all of the packaging was very helpful. Turns out the collar and leash I picked out had matching wrist cuffs, just like Garanimals when I was a kid! I brought all of my purchases to the counter, where I was surprised at how calm and confident I seemed. The young man behind the counter didn't act any different than if I was buying groceries, (actually alot nicer, i'm thinking he liked his job!).
So now that I had my list almost complete, I still had to stop at the drug store for lube and batteries, I went to the park bench and called my Master. He was very proud of me and that made me feel so wonderful, I couldn't wait until I had the chance to please him further. Our first meeting as Master and slave was planned, and I could hardly wait. My anticiapation was growing with every minute and so was the wet spot in my pants. Every day I sat at work and he would e-mail me with little instructions and words of encouragement, things that really made me want him as much as I wanted to please him. I was nervous and shaky, yet calm and confident too. I have been a worrier all of my life, so my ability to let go and give everything to him was astonishing me, but it felt so freeing and wonderful, I knew this is what I had been desiring for a very long time. He picked me up for lunch a couple of days before our meeting and drove us to a parking lot of a mall. It was raining so the windows were fogging up a little. After a little small talk and a hamburger, he told me to get up on my knees and turn around in the seat of his truck. Then he pulled my pants down to expose my ass to the parking lot. I knew nobody could see real well because of the reain and fog, but if they were looking they certainly could have. That turned me on like crazy. Then he softly started rubbing my ass with his hand and making his way with his fingers to my now very wet pussy. One of the things he had talked over with me had been "fisting". I wasn't sure what I thought about the concept, but was interested enough to try it, so he started fitting a finger or two in my vagina, it felt great and I was hoping he would try more, so I spread my legs wider and he slid more of his hand inside. I was shocked at how good it felt, but then blown away by how it felt when he took his hand out. Wow, what a sensation to be opened like that. Then he told me that I was a slut, his slut and told me to tell him so. I did, but not very loudly or confidently. He raised his hand and slapped my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes, but I looked straight ahead and didn't say a word. He told me to say it again, so I did, this time a little louder, but not much, and whack, another slap. this one left me feeling like I needed it to be more, so when he told me to tell him again that I was his slut, I did louder and stronger and the slaps became even more intense. Between the slaps he would reach in and pull on my clit, just enough to make me moan and beg him not to stop. He did stop after a few minutes and told me this was just a sample of what our meeting was going to be like. On the way out of the parking lot, I noticed for the first time all the people and cars about, but that didn't bother me at all. On the way back to work he told me to make myself cum twice. I did it, and oh did I feel realease like never before.
So the day finally arrived that we were going to be able to spend a few hours together, I dressed exactly as I was instructed too, a mini skirt with no panties, and a shear top, and high heels. I drove to our meeting place after checking "the bag" several times to make sure everything was in there. When I got there, he was so happy to see me and I him. We kissed and hugged and held each other for quite a while, opened a beer together and had a nice conversation. Just as we both were feeling comfortable he told me to come and stand in front of him. I knew at that moment we had crossed over to Master and slave and small talk would cease. He was sitting in a chair and I did like I was told. He put his hands up my skirt to my bare pussy and started gently caressing and feeling. After a few minutes he told me to take my clothes off and turn around and face the table, and then bend down so my breasts touched the table. He told me what a good slut and slave I was and that made me very happy. My Master then gave me the spanking of my life. After a few slaps, he would rub the skin with his hand and soothe it, and then slap again. I felt so alive and so confident that I could meet and push past the pain of every slap. After several minutes he stopped, asked me to face him again. Now he took out the bag I'd so carefully packed and started pulling out all of the items in it. He found the collar and leash and put it on, then the wrist cuffs, next he took the scarf I had brought and blindfolded me with it. I felt absolutely amazing! I couldn't see what he was doing now, but I felt his hand on my breast, caressing and then sucking softly on my nipple, and then came a pain like i'd never felt and I realized what the clothes pins were for. The pain quickly subsided, but I knew there was one more to go. The other one was not quite as hard to take, and again the pain subsided to a pressure that felt wonderful and sent a shock staight down my body directly to my clit. Now he took the leash and led me to the bed and had me lie on my back. By this time my whole body was shaking and moans were coming out of my mouth and he wasn't even touching me yet. He found the rabbit I had bought and brought it out. Then he asked me for the batteries, now I knew that I had bought them, but did I put them in the bag, yes I did, unfortunately he soon discovered that I had only bought two, and the rabbit needed three. My Master was not pleased. He told me that I needed to be punished for my mistake, which of course made me shake all the more. He proceded to attach all the rest of the clothes pins to my clit and pinned my vagina closed. He told me I needed to lay there and think about my mistake and hope that he could find another battery. Well the next few minutes seemed like an hour! I didn't move a muscle while he was gone. By the time he returned the shaking in my body had grown uncontrollable, but so had my need for him. I thanked him for finding the battery and apologized again for my mistake and he finally undid the clothes pins. Oh what relief. My shaking finally started to slow a little as my Master soothed and caressed my legs and arms and face. His touch was so gentle. He asked if I were ready to continue and I nodded yes. I soon found out why there were so many rabbit's to choose from in the toy store because this thing was awesome! After several minutes of that bunny in his hole he took it out and started his process of fisting me. I remember thinking it was a good thing I got the economy size bottle of lube. It was slow at first and I relaxed as much as I could to take as much of his hand as I could. I do believe the most amazing thing about fisting is when he pulls his hand out, there has just never been a feeling like that before. He returned as much of his fist one more time that he could and then came down with his mouth and started licking and sucking my clit. OK, I take back the most amazing feeling, this was definitely it. Certainly at this point if there were any pain involved in having most of his hand inside me, I didn't feel it, because the orgasm I was about to have made me scream with pleasure, over and over again he made me cum. When he took his hand out this time my body went completely limp. He knelt down at the end of the bed and said he wanted to see my huge pussy. Then he came up on top of me, took my blindfold off, and slowly began making love to me. I could feel his cock inside of me like I have never felt before. I always thought that I needed to be tight for a man to have pleasure and me too, but I was wrong. This was so much more sensual, he moved around inside my vagina and I could feel every movement. I wanted him deeper and deeper inside of me. He had me get up on my knees and slide down toward the edge of the bed. He started fucking me from behind and grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head up. I wanted his cock hard and deep inside of me, I moaned and screamed and begged him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Suddenly he pulled out and told me to turn around. I did and he slid his cock in my mouth, I put as much in there as I could and slid my mouth up and down until he came and shot his whole load into my mouth and straight down my throat. I then licked and sucked my Master clean.
I am happy to report that this was only the beginning of our Master/slave relationship. We talk every day and he gives me new tasks and instructions as he comes up with them. He is a most wonderful Master, and I have fallen madly in love with him. Which brings me to the title of my story, my birthday wish. I do have a birthday coming up, so I have made a wish with my Master that he put me over his knee and give me the birthday spanking that I want and need so badly. It will be 44 beautiful times his hand will touch me and 44 times my ass will come up to meet him.