## My birthday mmmm/ffff

Post by lasse672000 » Sun May 26, 2013 6:15 am

I was woken up by someone lightly tickling the soles of my feet.
“Waky-waky, sleepy-head!” he whispered in my ear. “It’s time to open your present!”
Still half asleep I half-heartedly kicked one of my feet in his direction, but he easily caught it.
“Stop it, Pete” I irritated mumbled. “Please let me go back to sleep, for another couple of hours!”
“Mm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he laughed. He grabbed my arm and hauled me into a sitting position. I semi-opened my eyes, and saw a box on the floor. I moaned all the time as I reached for it, lifted it up onto my lap, and started untying the string around it. However; when I had opened the box, I became fully awake in an instant.
Inside, I saw a hinged, quite wide and heavy stainless steel ring with a small piece of chain attached to it, and something which I suspected was a set of stainless steel wrist- and ankle-cuffs. Onto all of the items intricate, non-figurative patterns had been engraved, and highlighted using brass or copper.
I picked the large ring out of the box and held it up. Now I recognized it as being a metal collar, but I noticed there seemed to be seemed something missing.
“Where do you put the key?” I asked. “I can’t see any key-hole, or somewhere to put a pad-lock.”
Pete showed me an Allen screw and a long Allen key.
“These are the pad-lock and key for the collar. They’re much safer and no one, except me, can take it off. The same goes for the cuffs, actually. I will be the sole “key-keeper” if you will. Hurry up and get dressed, so I can put them on you! I so wanna see how you look wearing them!”
I raced out of bed, quickly got dressed, and came back. He put the collar round my neck, and locked it.
“Boy, it feels heavy and nice!” I exclaimed.
Next, he put the wrist-cuffs on in front of me and, lastly, the ankle-cuffs. I looked down at the ankle-cuffs, and was glad to see them look so nice, being put over the legs of my tight jeans.
He grabbed the chain and said he’d like to go for an early morning walk, to work up an appetite; and out the door we went.
“Woow, wait; hold on there for second, would you cowboy!” I said. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“No,” he said, with a genuinely puzzled look on his face. “I don’t think so, anyway.”
“Well in that case, let me give you a clue; take a look at my feet, would ya.”
He looked down at them and then back up at my face.
“There is nothing wrong with them as far as I can see, although you do have nicely painted toe-nails for a change.”
How thick is someone allowed to be?
“Don’t you think the mere fact you could see my toe-nails at all, wasn’t a clue?”I was getting a bit cranky by now. Sure; I wanted to show off my new shackles as much as he wanted the world (or at least the neighbourhood) to see what I looked like wearing them, but I would have liked to have done it after breakfast!
When he still looked perplexed, I snapped: “Can’t you see I have no socks or shoes on, numb-skull?”
“What about it?”
“Well, what if I step on a pebble, or something? That hurts, you know!”
“You will just have to watch where you’re going, won’t you?” he said, with a sarcastic grin and pulled at the chain, so I had no choice but to follow him outside.
The shortness of the chain between the ankle-cuffs meant I couldn’t take long strides, but I just didn’t care. I got to show off my new cuffs and collar; that was all that mattered to me at that moment.
Those of my friends who lived on the same street as I, and many of whom still having to wear their plain, old leather collars and cuffs, stopped us, wished me a happy birthday, and told me how jealous they were of my new things, and that I looked like a proper lady wearing them. I, of course, thanked them and continued walking, with my head held high.
“I actually have to agree with your friends,” Pete said, when we got back home. “You do look almost like queen!”
Around mid-afternoon, Pete told me to go and stand with my back against the post he ties, or cuffs me to, when he has to go out for a while, and don’t want to bring me along.
He cuffed my wrists behind it, and hooked the chain from my collar to one hanging from a hook on the post. He kissed me on the nose, and said he wouldn’t be long.
He came back a couple of hours later, carrying two large paper bags. He put them in the kitchen, and told me he had invited some of our friends over for dinner.
The food was just about ready, when the guests arrived.
It was three of our best and closest friends, with their girlfriends. Us girls were put in the ladies’ room, (every house has one, and which, of course, is not the same as the bathroom) so we could talk privately for a while before dinner.
We sat down in chairs, which were put in a circle in the middle of the room, and our collars were locked to rings bolted onto the backs.
“I wish my Tom would give me cuffs and a collar like the ones you have, for my birthday!” Margaret moaned. “But I seriously doubt we can afford them.”
“My Rolf’s already told me he’s going to give me something extra special for my birthday!” Lisa chimed. “From the ads he has been looking at in the paper, I think I can safely say they’re going to be spec-tac-ular!”
Lisa’s fiancé Rolf was quite rich, and liked to brag about it, so none of us doubted she was telling the truth. They would be made of stainless steel like all the rest of them, but no doubt be inlaid with real gold and precious stones.
After having left the table, where we girls had to be silent and let the boys do the talking, we were put back in the ladies’ room, and we talked some more.
Whazzzz up!.