A Birthday Surprise From My Slave! Pt. 03

After the head stomping sex Shannon and I went upstairs to our bedroom and showered together. It wasn't that type of shower, there wasn't sex or intimacy involved. But we didn't need sex: I came twice in or on two different women and she had cum during the head stomping sex. We were good, it was time for sleep.

I'm usually ready for sleep after sex, especially after cumming twice. However, after legitimately losing to our slave (or, to be more blunt: getting my ass kicked) in a wrestling match I found that my mind wasn't quite ready to shut down. Shannon noticed too, so we ended up laying together in the dark and just talking about our weirdly amazing life.

I talked about losing a wrestling match to a woman seven inches taller and probably 30 or 40 pounds heavier than I am. There should be no shame: Jamie is an athletic and physical specimen of a woman. But: I had always beaten her because she didn't know how to wrestle and I did. She never knew anything about reading the other person and using their body language against them. I openly wondered how she could all of a sudden beat me so decisively.

'Maybe she had been training with her boyfriend Tim the Giant?' I thought as we talked.

No. No chance that was it. Sure, she can train all she wants with him, but he doesn't know shit about wrestling either.

During my talking, Shannon was off just a bit. I didn't know how, but she was. She was just as talkative. She listened. But something seemed off...

'Maybe Shannon had been training with Jamie and teaching her how to wrestle?' I continued to think.

That could be it: Shan would do that type of thing if Jamie asked or just to fuck with me. She would know that I could command Jamie to let me win, and if she taught Jamie how to wrestle it would make it more competitive for Shan to watch. That would explain why she was a bit off?

When I was done, Shannon talked about watching me lose and how it made her feel. She said it was super hot: watching a woman like Jamie physically dominate a man like me was a huge turn on for her female dominant side. She did feel a bit bad for me: but then I got to lick Jamie's feet and suck her toes, Shannon knew I would love that.

She was proud of our slave Jamie and how far she had come in her service to us and learning how to wrestle well. She said a few times it was fun because she honestly did not know who was going to win. At the start she assumed I would because I always beat Jamie, the surprise made it more entertaining.

We then talked about the head stomping, arm twisting sex. Shannon was usually dominant in the relationship, but I usually instigated sex. It was never like this, but our usually sex worked for both of us.

She knew I liked to dominate in sex this way, but she always said she wasn't that into being "humiliated during our love making" with head stomping or a money shot in her face.

She did admit, however, that she really enjoyed being crushed by me during sex tonight.

Like, A LOT!

She said that was the best orgasm she had in months, which made me feel amazing and a bit inadequate at the same time. She said she knows she has a submissive side, and I really brought it out of her tonight.

After a while we kissed, reaffirmed our absolute love for each other, and went to sleep.

A few weeks later I started thinking about my birthday and what I wanted to do. Shannon felt it was important to treat my birthday as a big deal, so I knew she was going to ask what I wanted to do. Since this is going to be my first birthday with Jamie as our slave, and since she is so much fun, I was thinking about how a new way to incorporate her into the night so I could get my dick sucked off before having sex with Shannon.

Before I could think of something Shannon came back from a session with Toby, one of her other slaves. He was an investment consultant Shannon had seduced and enslaved after he helped us with some investing, and now he managed our assets for free. The only price is Shannon has to scissor him, dominate him, and let me massage and rub oil on her feet, legs and ass. He was one of four people (Jamie, Toby, David and myself) Shannon had wrapped around her little finger.

"Baby I have an idea for your mother fucking birthday!" she blurted out the moment the door closed.

"Okay, well so do I...." I started to say as her excitement took over and she kept talking.

"No! We have to do mine! Yours can be next year, whatever you want! Even more head stomping sex where you try to break my arm!"

"Okayyyy...." I said, relenting almost too easily. ".... what is it?"

"Nope, not gonna fucking tell you!" she quipped in a bratty tone.

"Do I get a vote?" I asked innocently, pretty certain that I already knew that answer.

"Fuck no!" was her retort. "And we are doing it Saturday, not Tuesday."

"But my birthday is Tuesday? Don't you always say we "have to celebrate that shit on the fucking day or it doesn't mother fucking count!"" I said using air quotes, teasing her because she always said that.

"Shut the fuck up!" she said in the same bratty tone. "It set for Saturday, but be ready for something Tuesday too."

"Do I get to know what that is?" I asked as she headed up the stairs.

"No! Now get up here and let's fuck! Making Toby my fucking bitch for the last two hours has me all fucking worked up! I wanna fuck somebody!"

I got right up there!

About a week later was my birthday, there was an obvious plan and parts of it started coming together when I got home from work. Shannon was home, but played it off like nothing was happening. She played it poorly, as she kept staring at me with a huge knowing grin pasted all over her face.

I didn't have to wait long, as Jamie showed up at 5:30 with a crockpot and a grocery bag in her arms. The crockpot was a chicken and broccoli type dish in some kind of alfredo sauce and the grocery bag was all the ingredients for a fully loaded side salad to go with. Dinner was amazing, Jamie is a tremendous cook.

To make it better, Jamie had also donned her Slave Leia gold bikini outfit with her own collar and leash to serve us the dinner. Jamie looped the leather handle of the leash around Shannon's ankle after we sat and pulled the loop tight: she was now leashed to Shan's foot. It was a crazy hot power move that gave me an instant boner.

The leash was long enough that she served the salads first with sweet tea, then the chicken dinner, then offered homemade cookies for dessert. I had to pass on the cookies, the chicken was so good I had already eaten too much. Jamie stood behind Shannon's chair with her hands behind her back during dinner, only speaking when spoken too. She also stood off to the side so I could gawk at her smoking hot body as I ate, which was nice.

I didn't have time to wonder what was coming next as Shannon got up and went to the living room when we were done. Jamie's leash to her collar was still on Shannon's ankle, so she followed closely to avoid a jerk to her neck.

Sitting next to the couch was a kneeling pad, a small padded stool, towels, and two odd looking pools of water and a few random bags of things.

"Sit birthday boy." Shannon asked politely. I sat. She sat next to me and put her hand on my leg.

Jamie knelt on the pad and gently lifted my foot and put in in the pool of surprisingly warm water. She clicked a button and jets turned on, almost like a mini hot tub for my foot. She did the same for Shannon.

It was a foot bath. Honestly, it was pretty damn cool too. Jets on the side and two jets right under the soles of my feet. She then added something I didn't see, but then the water got super bubbly and felt even more refreshing, if that was possible.

'I'm getting a birthday pedicure?' I thought as Shannon was watching me, silently, and observing my every reaction.

'Weird, and not what I expected, but ok?' I continued to think as Jamie started talking through every step she was going to take with both our feet.

'Maybe these two are worshipping my feet later, that would be pretty great....' I thought as my mind wandered despite Jamie's outlining of the process.

Jamie gently rubbed and caressed my calves as our feet soaked. After few minutes of soaking she scrubbed both our feet and ankles with this little pad, used a stone on our callouses (my callouses, Shannon didn't have any due to regular pedis), trimmed and filed our toenails, rubbed in three different lotions, then painted Shannon's toes a light royal blue color. I opted for no polish, obviously.

Then it got weirder. Jamie started giving me a blow job, which was amazing, but odd. There was no foreplay. No games. No words exchanged. No nothing. There was just eye contact between Shannon and Jamie, and she got to sucking. Shannon sat by me the whole time with her hand on my leg, telling me to "enjoy the moment" in this weird voice.

She also didn't curse once. This is very, very odd for her. She curses like it's a bodily function. Like breathing or drinking or eating.

It took a bit longer than normal for me to cum, despite Jamie being very good and knowing how I like things, and Shannon seemed to notice too. She started rubbing my chest with one hand, my hair with her other as she was licking my ear until I finished.

That was really weird. I have gotten tons of blow jobs from Jamie, Shannon hasn't helped her out once. Ok, maybe I could count the one time on the couch by the wrestling ring in David's mansion early on, but I made her lick my balls while Jamie was sucking my dick (check out Chapter 24 of From Session Wrestler to Slave for this), so I don't think I'm counting that.

Once the blow job was over, I went to stand up to pull up my shorts, but Shannon pushed down on my leg with her hand indicating I should sit down. So, I did, I sat there with my cock and balls limp and dangling in front of my wife and our slave girl.

'What is going ON?' I thought, suddenly a bit nervous about what may be coming.

Still no words were spoken, and Jamie got up and went to the kitchenette and came back with another tub of water with a washrag in it.

She started washing my dick, my balls and the area around it.

"Ok Shan.... What?" I said, unable to deal with the weirdness anymore.

Jamie looked up at me, then Shannon, then got back to washing my junk off.

"Ok, it's about your birthday...." She said, trailing off uncertainly.

That was it. I couldn't do this. Shannon never stuttered. She never was shy. Sure, maybe when playing mind games with someone, but never with me. She never trails off like this.

"Ok Shan: What?" I repeated more forcefully. "Now this time."

"Ok, I have the experience of a lifetime planned for your birthday, but it is going to be Saturday, not today. You won't like what comes first, but you are going to LOVE Saturday!!! LOVE IT!!!"

"Okayyyy.... But why are you both acting so weird? Don't get me wrong, I love the blow job and the pedicure, but it's been super awkward with something going very unsaid."

"God dammit, you're fucking right." Shannon admitted. "Mother fucker I thought it felt weird but I hoped I was the only one..."

"Okay, there is a catch...." She continued with a slight pause as she switched gears. "... you have to go into chastity until then. No exceptions. No question asked. That's why Jamie sucked you off and washed your shit, chastity belt goes on tonight."

"Wait, no questions? It's my birthday Shan, you can't lock my dick in chastity!?" I said, incredulous and stunned at the idea. "Honestly, that's just a game we play when together, you can't mean I have to wear it all day and night until Saturday? What's going to happen Saturday? What time Saturday? I don't know.... Shan... you're joking, right?"

I knew she wasn't. She always had this stupid childlike grin on her face when messing with me, and I loved that look so much. I know the look well, and it makes me love her more and more every time I see it. She didn't have that look. She was serious.

"Ok..." she said, pausing. She took a deep breath, then took control of the conversation.

"First: I said no questions." She continued, firm in her tone.

"Second: I'm your goddess too, not just hers." She said again, even more firmly, as she pointed to Jamie, who had since completed cleaning my balls and was sitting on her butt while wrapping her arms around her knees that were in front of her chest.

"Third, I have the key, not you. So, if I say lock it up, you lock it up."

"Fourth, there are rules. For both of you. I made them, you follow them. You know yours. She knows hers." She nodded at Jamie again.

Her tone was firm. Commanding. This wasn't wife Shannon, this was Goddess Shannon. We both knew we were in a female led relationship, and right now she was leading. She was leaving no room for compromise. She was seemingly leaving no room for negotiation either.

She also didn't curse once in listing the four things. The only time she ever didn't curse was when she was serious or deep in thought. Now she was very serious.

I wasn't sure about that. Goddess Shannon or not, four night and four days in chastity? I wasn't doing that without a fight or a damn good reason.

"Shan...." I started before being cut off.

"Now...." She interrupted in a much softer tone and gentler voice. She put her hand on my cheek and turned my head more towards her as she continued.

".... baby.... do you trust me, or not?" she finished, her tone hardening a bit.

"That's not fucking fair, you know that answer."

"So the answer hasn't changed? Good. Now, just to be clear, I'm doing this for your pleasure, not mine."

I motioned to speak, she held up her index finger on her hand she had just removed from my cheek. It meant stop, so I stopped.

"Sometimes you don't know what is good for you. And I don't mean you specifically, I'm talking about all of you men. You think all your pleasure is wrapped up in your penis and it getting what it wants. Not true. You learned the same things I did in grad school. You know it. I know it."

"Now, the experience of a lifetime does involve your dick. While I am not going to say what that experience is and I'm not going to give you any clues to what it is, we both know you know your dick is going to be involved at some point. So, that doesn't give anything away that you don't already know."

"Now, we don't have to do this if you don't want to go into chastity until an unknown time on Saturday. That can be your choice. We can do something else, but this is a package deal. Three parts to that deal: chastity, no questions."

"And...." I asked as she only listed two parts to the deal.

"What?" she replied.

"Three parts to the deal are chastity and no questions?"

She laughed out loud at my calling out her miscue and followed up with a "You fucking would call out something like that you fucker!"

"Ok, back to business, maybe there are just two things. The third could be that I'm going to tease the fuck out of you a few times, but it won't a 24 hour fucking skin show on my part. I'm not doing this to torture you, although I'm going to a little bit!" she paused to wink a wicked wink at me.

"No, back to my point about your fucking dick: you know that fucking cumming on Saturday is going to be better if you haven't for a few days. You know that. Anticipation increases the pleasure. You fucking know how dopamine works, just like I do. I don't want you to fucking get off on your own until Saturday, and locking your fucking dick up until then is going to make it fucking ecstasy for you."

I wasn't sure what to think. I was stunned! It was my birthday and she was going to lock me in chastity for four days and four nights? Four mornings of morning wood that I can't even touch? Four nights of going to bed without having cum at all? Not even on my own?

"And it will make you my little puppy dog...." She said in a childish voice. "I'm going to have the key to your dick, your fucking world, around my neck or on my anklet. You are going to be obsessed with me, even more than your fucking are anyway, and I'm going to take full fucking advantage! I'm going to have you eating out of my fucking hand!"

She paused for a split second before her face lit up and she continued:

"Or maybe eating off my mother fucking feet?! Like a real puppy dog! How would my little puppy like to eat off my feet? Maybe I can feed you with my toes? That slut Karina likes to make fun of my long monkey toes, maybe I can feed you with them?"

She laughed at the idea, but I could see her mind working.

She must have read my expression of apprehension and displeasure. She knew me way too well even before we consider her uncanny ability to read people. Before I could speak, she continued:

"Let's not pretend you are going to say no! You want to know what I have in mind! You also know I mean it when I say it will be the experience of your lifetime!"

She was right. She usually was, but this time her being right also meant she had won, as she often did. I was going into chastity.

'This is going to fucking suck....' I thought silently.

Jamie was dumbfounded. She had the weirdest smile on her face, seemingly unsure if this whole exchange was actually real.

"Goddess are you really going to put him in a chastity cage? Like, for real?"

"Good question. He has to agree. Verbally." She paused. "Sorry baby, I'm not fucking rubbing it in, but you have to say yes or we aren't fucking doing any of this. It's ok if we don't, it is all up to you."

They both looked at me. I hesitated, unable to say the words that would take my dick away from me for that long. Shannon sent Jamie to the bedroom to get the chastity cage. She was back in a minute or two, and Shannon pulled out the cage and showed it to me. She had this wicked smile and look of triumph on her face while Jamie was holding both hands over her face covering her shocked look.

"Fine, I will take chastity." I said through a huge sigh.

"GREAT!" Shannon shrieked in a super excited high pitched squeal. "Jamie, take this and lock up his fucking cock. Bring me the keys."

"Oh my gosh...." Jamie muttered under her breath as she took it and looked down at me. I was still sitting with my cock and balls hanging out from the blow job and the washing Jamie had given to both. She looked at me with an uncertain face, knowing she could not put it on until I stood. So, I stood and she knelt.

She deftly looped each of my balls through the ring and held it with her left hand. She grabbed the shaft of the cage with her right and placed my limp cock inside. She shook it back and forth until she worked my dick inside enough to thread the little post attached to the ring through the little hole on the cage. It took a minute or two of gently maneuvering, and she was gentle, but she thread the post through and held it together with one of her huge hands. She casually grabbed the little lock, threaded that through and "Click". It was done. I was in a chastity cage. No boners or touching my own dick for four days.

Jamie pulled out the keys, whispering "Sorry Master" as she did, and reached over to grab the necklace that was in the box with the cage. She put them on the necklace and hung it around Shannon's neck. Shannon now had all the power. She had the keys to my cock. She was my keyholder.

She smiled wickedly, yet again, slapped me across the face playfully, and said:

"Just four days my sweet bitch hubby."