The Birthday Present Ch. 02

This story is a complete work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is completely unintended. All activities engaged within involve consenting participants over 18 years old.

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I see your breathing is starting to steady as you come down off the high of your orgasm. You're on the verge of unconsciousness and I give you time to relax and recover. You'll need your energy; we're so not done yet.

I've taken over one of the Universities medical teaching rooms for this little game. The tiered seating and the examination table worked perfectly for the first part. I make a quick round and ensure that the doors are locked. It's the weekend and there aren't any classes, but still I don't want anyone accidently coming in and seeing what I have planned for you.

Returning to you, I take a moment to enjoy the view of your naked body. Still bound by the wrists and ankles, you've somehow managed to fall asleep. The remnants of wax still coat your breast, while the liquid from your climax is beginning to dry on your thighs. Some of your hair has pulled free from your ponytail and your lipstick has been smeared from the gag. You've honestly, never looked sexier.

Sigh, I think with a little smile, its time to wake you up. Stepping to the table that holds the toys I've brought I select the next. The butt plug is tapered for easy entry and, while not huge, will definitely make an impact. I quickly layer a nice slathering of lubricant on the hard rubber and move to your sleeping form. On your back as you are, I have to release some of the pressure from your legs to bend them and bring them up. I'm worried you'll wake up for this, and you do sort of, your eyelids fluttering as you return to your reality. I hurry.

With your knees up, your ass is exposed and your puckered little rosebud waits. A little more lube just for comfort and I line the toy up with your sphincter.

"Hmmmm," you murmur in your partially awake state as you feel something touch your ass. One firm thrust and the rubber pushes into your hole. Your sphincter tightens to fight it as your eyes snap open. The gasp of shock as the toy violates you is magnificent and I push the toy to its base. The plug is designed so that it narrows just before its base and as your sphincter tightens around the narrowed rubber I know I don't need to hold it in place anymore.

You're eyes are wide as you shift uncomfortably trying to adjust to the toy that's pressing on your bowls.

"Why?" I hear you whisper and I blink at you through my mask. I debate answering, but I don't want to risk you figuring out who I am. I was foolish earlier when I spoke. I did not intend to make the same mistake again. I didn't want to spoil the mystery. I didn't want to take away the thrill.

I ignore your question and return to the table to gather the next tools for your torment. With wide eyes you see me return with the clamps. I hear you whimper in anticipation, whether in fear or excitement it's hard to tell.

Using the teeth of the clamp, I remove more of the wax from your nipples. Each scrape of the metal across your flesh seems to send a little spasm across your body. Finally, I slowly release the clamp, letting the teeth close on that sensitive nub that has once again risen to meet me. I repeat the process on the other side, this time letting the teeth close more quickly. I'm rewarded with a small moan as they close.

The two clamps are linked with a small chain and, giving it a tug, I hear your breath catch as both nipples are roughly pulled. You cast a fierce glance my way and I smile beneath my mask. So much attitude, I laugh to myself, so much fight.

I hold up the next clamp so you can see it. Similar to the others, its stainless steel with ridged teeth. You stare at it in confusion and I can almost read your mind as you try to figure out where the clamp is going. I shift towards your waist and realization flushes through you. You struggle and buck against the restraints.

Hidden from view I switch out the clamp with the nasty teeth for one with a flat surface and run my hand against your thighs and pussy as I separate your lips. A flick of the finger wakens your clit and I bring the clamp to its new home. Your hips are bucking against me as the cold metal makes contact, but the juice is also running from your vagina as your obvious excitement comes through.

"No, no, no," you plead as the clamp closes on your clit. Your denials are refuted by what can only be described as the most satisfied groan I've ever heard. While proof of your enjoyment puddles on the table.

I leave you like that for a few moments, listening to your soft moans as you shift positions and the clamps pull ever so slightly. Each light tug and movement seems to send shivers through you. I take a moment to replace the blindfold over your eyes and secure it.

Removing my mask and wearing a wide smile, I carefully release the clamp on your clit and watch the tension release in your body. The nub of your clit is engorged and hard, protruding from your lips and begging to be played with. A light tug on the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples forces a groan from you as I slide you down toward the end of the table.

Bending forward I lean between your legs, my warm breath on tickling the fine hairs along your pussy. You squirm at the sensation before reality hits and you go very still. You've realized that things are about to change.

The first taste, the first gentle caress of my tongue across your lips is long anticipated yet over too soon, the paradoxical combination of sweet and salty an ambrosia to me. My own arousal spikes and before I realize it I'm hungrily sucking and licking your vagina. My tongue swirls circles around your nub before delving deep into your slit. Your moans grow as I play. Deeper and faster I suck and lick, each flick and twist of my tongue receiving an answering moan.

You writhe in the restraints as your body responds to my ministrations and soon your juices are flowing freely down my chin. I am in my own form of ecstasy now and couldn't stop if I wanted too. Not that you want me too. Your moans are filling the room now and I'm glad it's the weekend and the campus is nearly empty. Neither of us would appreciate an interruption now.

Suddenly your body stiffens, your muscles lock and your back arches, your moan is more a scream of passion than anything else. The liquid of your climax fills my mouth and it's all I can do to swallow quickly enough. You stay locked like that for several moments as you ride your orgasm, my mouth still working your vagina, the strokes of my tongue beginning to slow as you near that line where pleasure becomes pain. Your body finally collapses in exhaustion and a last caress of my tongue causes a spasm of after shock through you. In some semblance of kindness I move away from your abused pussy and wipe your juices from my chin.

"Mmmmmmm," you murmur. "DJ that was wonderful."

I stop, stunned at your words.

"You knew?" I ask quietly.

"Who else would do that for me," you reply tiredly. "Besides, you have a way about you. It's unmistakable."

"Happy Birthday, beautiful," I finally reply as I unfasten your restraints and gently slide the plug from your ass.