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Archive name: never.txt (Fdom/M)
Authors name: b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
Story title : Never Remember Birthdays

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Never Remember Birthdays (Fdom/M)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)

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A man forgets his wife's birthday and comes to not regret 
it. (A companion piece to "The Perfect Birthday Present".

***

(This is a companion piece to "The Perfect Birthday 
Present".)


Chapter 1: Brenda's Pissed

It was a great Saturday. I was just getting home from the 
golf course where I'd had a near record round. I was on 
top of the world. Life couldn't be better. I walked in 
the door and hollered, "Hi, Honey, I'm home!" There was 
no response, and that surprised me because I could hear 
the TV-- Brenda was home. 

I walked into the den and she was sitting staring at the 
program. I repeated, "Hi, Honey," as a prelude to a 
torrent of words telling her about the wonderful morning 
I'd had on the course. She turned and glared at me and 
snapped off the set.

I was taken aback. "What's the matter?" I asked. 

"You don't know!? You really don't know!?" She was one 
pissed wife, but I hadn't a clue. 

"Brenda, why are you pissed off? I don't understand."

"I can't believe it!" she said, "you really have 
forgotten haven't you?" 

"Forgotten what?" I asked. 

"You say you love me, but you've completely forgotten 
haven't you?" She sounded really sad now, which made me 
feel worse than when she was just pissed-off at me.

"Honey, I really don't know why you're upset. What have I 
done?"

She started to cry. "You say you love me, but without so 
much as a word you leave me alone on my birthday and head 
off with your buddies to the dumb golf course." She began 
to cry in earnest.

Oops. I was in trouble now. I couldn't believe I had been 
so thoughtless as to forget her 19th birthday. I sat down 
on the couch next to her. "Oh, Brenda, I'm so sorry, 
please forgive me. I'll make it up to you." I tried to 
put my arms around her. She shoved me away, stood and 
stomped across the room and flounced into the chair. She 
was pissed again. "Yah," she said, "and how will you make 
it up to me?"

I thought furiously. "I'll take you to that French 
restaurant you've been wanting to try. How's that." 

"I don't feel like it," she said still pissed. 

"We could go to the movies," I said a little 
questioningly. 

"That's not very special," she shot back. "That hardly 
makes up for forgetting!" Her mood shifted to tears 
again.

"Brenda, I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. What do 
you want to do? I'll do it, just tell me?" 

"You think you can get off by just taking me out or doing 
one quick thing. Well it won't work, buster. I'm pissed 
and hurt."

"Brenda," I said, "it's only half way through Saturday. 
We've still got the rest of the weekend ahead. We can 
spend the rest of it celebrating your birthday. We can 
make it special."

Brenda shot back, "Yah! So how!? How can we make it 
special?" 

A light glimmered. "Brenda, why don't we spend the rest 
of the weekend doing whatever you want whenever you 
want." Maybe that would mollify her. I didn't like her 
unhappy with me and wanted out of the doghouse bad.

"What do you mean," she shot back, "about 'whatever and 
whenever'?" 

I said, "just that. You decide what you want and we'll do 
it." 

She said, "Do you mean that you'll do whatever I want?" 

"Yes," I said desperately, "you tell me what you want me 
to do and I'll do it." 

"I don't believe you," she said with a little pout. "I'll 
ask you to do something you don't really want to do and 
you'll just beg off." She began to cry again.

"Brenda, Brenda. I promise. I'll do whatever you want for 
the rest of the weekend." 

"Do you really mean it?" she asked. 

"Yes!" I said firmly. 

"Do you really promise to do whatever I want?" 

"I will, Brenda, I really will." 

She thought for a beat and then started to look angry 
again. "No, I don't believe you. You don't really want to 
please me. You just want to get out of trouble with me." 

"No, Brenda, I really want to do what you want. Go ahead, 
just ask."


Chapter 2: Brenda Takes Control

She thought for about thirty seconds. "Okay, we'll see. 
Take off your clothes!" 

As you might expect I was nonplussed. "Whaa-aat?" I 
stammered.

 "Just as I thought," Brenda shot back. "You say you'll 
do what I want, but the first thing I ask you to do you 
balk at." 

"But why do you want me to take my clothes off?" I 
countered. 

"Look," she said, "it isn't a matter of debate. You 
agreed to do what I want. I want you to take off your 
clothes. Are you going to do what I want this weekend or 
not?" 

"But I don't understand." 

"It's not a matter of understanding. It's a matter of 
doing what I want or not. And it's apparently 'not'. Just 
as I thought." She was pissed again. She jumped to her 
feet and started angrily out of the room.

"Okay, okay. I'll take off my clothes." Frankly the idea 
excited me. I was just so surprised that I had frozen. I 
got up and started stripping. By the time I took off my 
shorts I had to make sure not to catch the waistband on 
my hardening cock. Brenda stood there watching me and 
when I was naked she walked slowly around me looking me 
arrogantly up and down.

"Get down on your knees." 

Again I was startled and hesitated. 

"I said, 'get down on your knees'". 

I got down. 

She stepped closer and looked down at me. "You said you'd 
do what I want for the rest of the weekend. I'm going to 
take you up on that. You're going to treat me like a 
slave treats his mistress. Understand?" 

"Yes, Brenda, sure. Just tell me what you want." 

"To start with, you'll address me as Mistress. And unless 
told otherwise you'll speak only when spoken to and then 
respond with a 'Yes, Mistress' or a 'No, Mistress.' Got 
it!?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. My cock got harder. It clearly 
liked what was going on. I'd read a little bit about 
Femdom when I surfed the net and the concept had 
titillated me. I didn't think I was ready for cock and 
ball torture, but the thought of sexually serving my wife 
was a real turn-on. Since I didn't think she was into CBT 
I was beginning to be glad I had forgotten her birthday.

Brenda sat in the chair. "Crawl over here and face me." 

I crawled in front of her and knelt. 

"Stroke your cock for me." 

This was getting better and better. I began to stroke my 
cock slowly and voluptuously. It responded appropriately. 
It got bigger and harder and it felt great!

"To start with I'm going to punish you for forgetting my 
birthday. But after that you are going to make it up to 
me by worshipping my body and doing everything to it I've 
ever wanted you to do. Got it, slave?" 

"Yes, Mistress," I said with ever-growing enthusiasm.

"Okay. Get over my lap!" 

I now understood the game and didn't hesitate. I had 
fantasized about being naked and spanked by a clothed 
woman and now it was happening. I said "Yes, Mistress," 
and crawled over her lap. She brought her knees together 
capturing my equipment. She was wearing short-shorts and 
my naked cock was pressed between her bare thighs. The 
feeling was beyond description.

She laid one hand possessively on my back and fondled my 
ass with the other. Then she began to spank me. At first 
she didn't strike hard. She just patted me on the ass. 
After every few strokes she would stop and fondle my ass 
some more. Occasionally she would reach between my legs 
and fondle my cock and balls. My cock was by now huge and 
hard.

Her blows got harder and harder. From pats she progressed 
to the swats associated with birthday spankings. But near 
the end she was really whaling away and it hurt. I began 
to squirm and cry out with, "Ow" and "ouch". 

"Don't ever forget my birthday again. It's not the proper 
way for a slave to treat his mistress." 

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped. But I knew that I would never 
remember it again if I could help it.


Chapter 3: Brenda Gains Satisfaction

She finally stopped spanking me and shoved me onto the 
floor. I got back onto my knees. She stood up and she was 
so close that her crotch nearly bumped my face. I started 
to back up. "Stay still," she commanded. I stopped 
moving.

"Take off my shoes and socks." 

I saw where this was going and my rock-hard cock 
twitched. She was wearing slip-ons and socks. She lifted 
her right foot off the floor and I gently removed the 
shoe and then the sock. She raised her left foot and I 
repeated the process. 

"Kiss each foot, slave," she commanded. 

"Yes, Mistress," as I bent down and kissed the top of 
each foot. I returned to a kneeling position with my head 
at the level of her crotch.

She fixed her eyes on mine and very slowly and 
deliberately grabbed the hem of the t-shirt she was 
wearing and inch by tantalizing inch she lifted it up and 
over her head before throwing it in a corner. She was 
braless, something I hadn't realized in the consternation 
of our earlier altercation.

Her tits looked fantastic, especially when her arms were 
over her head. She has great tits, and her nipples are 
large and were now erect, looking like pencil erasers 
sticking out from the beautiful aureoles. I was 
mesmerized. My cock was starting to ooze.

She grinned knowingly. "You like what you see, slave 
boy?" 

"Oh yes, Mistress," I said. 

Looking pointedly at my cock, she said, "Yes, I can tell 
you do. Now take off my shorts." 

"Yes, mistress" I said. My hands were trembling with 
excitement. I fumbled with the button and the zipper and 
finally got them open. I slid the shorts from her hips 
and was amazed to find her naked twat staring me in the 
face. She wasn't wearing panties!

As she stepped out of the shorts I had pulled down for 
her I had time to realize that she had planned all of 
this and manipulated me into agreeing to be her slave. 
That didn't upset me. It thrilled me even more. My cock 
felt like it was about to explode.

When the shorts were gone Brenda stood before me 
completely naked. She had spread her legs and her 
beautiful cunt bush was inches from my face. "Still like 
what you see, slave boy?" she asked with an amused tone. 

"Oh Yes, Mistress," I said. 

"I think you're beginning to get with it," she said. 

"Yes, Mistress," I said very enthusiastically. 

"Then lap my cunt!" she demanded. She grabbed me by the 
hair and ground my eager mouth against her pussy. I 
lapped furiously. "Find the clit, slave. It's time you 
learned to do this right. Enthusiasm helps, but you need 
skill. Find the clit and concentrate on it." I moved my 
tongue around until I felt the rubbery protrusion of her 
clit and then went to work on it with a vengeance.

"That's it. Keep it up." She commanded. I flicked and 
licked as fast as I could. Brenda began to get wobbly and 
collapsed into the chair dragging my head along with her. 
I missed only one beat before I found my target again and 
continued pleasuring it. Brenda finally exploded in a 
screaming orgasm. I kept tonguing and before she had come 
completely down from her first high I was driving her up 
again. She exploded for a second time and then a third.

She pushed my head away and relaxed for just about a 
minute while I knelt humbly before her hoping for an 
appropriate encore. I got it. "On your back, slave". I 
lay down on the living room carpet with my cock pointing 
straight up. It felt like it might scrape against the 
ceiling it felt so big. I had never felt so focused on my 
cock. It was the center of my existence, the only part of 
my anatomy that I could feel.

"Put your arms straight back along the floor and keep 
them there," Brenda demanded. I complied. She climbed on 
top of me and put her cunt against my lips. "Suck some 
more, slave boy." I lapped for a minute or so but she was 
not ready to cum again. She slid down and impaled her 
cunt on my cock. "Don't cum unless I tell you to, slave." 

"Yes, Mistress."

She started to move in slow languorous strokes up and 
down on my turgid member.

It was exquisite. I watched her tits bouncing as she 
moved. I wanted nothing more than to reach up and squeeze 
them and to rub my fingers over those huge nipples. 
Perversely, not being allowed to do so heightened the 
exoticness of the moment. Finally Brenda leaned forward 
and pushed one of her nipples at my face.

"Suck and lap my nipples, slave."

I captured her tit in my mouth and tried to suck the 
whole thing in while at the same time working my tongue 
against her jutting, diamond-hard nipple. She continued 
to ride my cock. She had a shattering orgasm. I barely 
managed to restrain myself, but as she came a second time 
in a screaming, arching throe of ecstasy I couldn't keep 
control any longer. 

My balls erupted. My cum, which had been boiling for what 
seemed like hours erupted through my cock and flooded her 
steaming cunt. I came and came and came again. It was the 
most intense orgasm of my life and judging from the 
sounds that Brenda was making it was pretty good for her 
too.

When we both came down again Brenda pushed herself up and 
stared down into my eyes. She tried to look stern, but 
the twinkle in her eyes gave her away. "You came without 
permission, slave. You'll have to be punished."

I couldn't wait...

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