HAPPY 36th BIRTHDAY, DARLING

This is my 36th birthday, and my sweet, dominant wife, who has had me continually chastised for six months, begins the birthday celebration. Beyond frustration, I await my birthday surprise. On my birthday, my wonderfully intelligent and sensuous wife gives me a birthday to remember.

I'm lying in bed, awakening after a drunken Friday night birthday celebration. Desperately needing to urinate, I try to get up but realize that I am chained, spread-eagled, to her bed. My wife comes into the room, wearing a sexy outfit with heels, and she wishes me a happy birthday. I thank her and then ask her unchain me so that I may urinate. She sweetly grins and says, "after breakfast." She unchains me and sends me off to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast birthday. She orders a continental breakfast, to be served in bed. I prepare the breakfast, while trying desperately to hold my urine. She has locked both bathrooms.

I prepare the breakfast, bring it to her in bed, and then kneel beside the bed as she slowly and leisurely eats while reading through the entire paper. An hour has passed, and she decides that I may use the restroom. She unlocks the door and allows me relief.

Upon returning to the bedroom, I am re-chained to the bed, hand and foot, and she then removes the CB2000. What a relief that is. She gets out her kit and cleans me very well, arousing me to the point of unbelievable frustration. Then, she begins to give me the blowjob of a lifetime, with the understanding that I am in no way to come.

She brings me close to orgasm several times, and then gags me, turns over to complete her paper, and then calls two of her sexiest friends. She invites them over to help with my birthday celebration. What a birthday she has planned for me.

Leading me to the shower, she chains my hands above my head to the shower head and turns on the water. At first, it is very, very cold, but it soon becomes extremely hot. She adjusts the temperature and then joins me, naked and beautiful. What beautiful breasts she has. She soaps me up, completely, and then starts working my cock between her breast, directing me to tit-fuck her. I am at my wits end. After rinsing off the soap, she gives me another great blowjob, bringing me very, very close to orgasm. The ice cold water hits my body and brings me back to reality. She dries off, dresses in a sexy little mini- dress, with heels, and then unlocks me. Under close supervision, I dry off and then have a dog collar locked around my neck. She handcuffs my wrists and locks them to the dog collar. She puts leg shackles on me, and she then tells me to go sit in the living room and watch Bermon and Bermon until our guests arrive.

Chandra and Julie arrive, ready to have fun. I am maid to stand at attention while they inspect my chained, nude body. They relax in the living room with my wife, Tamara, and discuss their plans for me, as I stand at attention. After half an hour, they proceed with the birthday festivities.

36 is the magic number, and that number and multiples and variations thereof will be used in my birthday celebration. First, I lay on the couch, face down, and the ladies begin to swat my ass with a big paddle that I was forced to make last week. 36 hard swats on each ass check by each lady were given. I am sore and crying by the end of the birthday swats. Then, it's time for 36 minutes of my kneeling on pencils, while the ladies recover and contemplate the next phase of my birthday celebration.

Before I know it, I'm strapped into locking five inch heels. Led my chain attached the nose ring my wife installed last night, I am chained to the basement ceiling. All three ladies wear high heels to work and social gatherings, which is difficult. They wear them to look good for men and to be feminine; therefore, a just punishment is for me to stand in heels, for 36 minutes for each lady. After 108 minutes of standing perfectly still in five inch heels, my legs begin to ache.

Led by the chain attached to my nose ring, with leg shackles, heels, and hands cuffed behind my back, I am brought to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the ladies. My hands are un-cuffed, and I begin to prepare a delicious lunch for the ladies. They make me wear a French maid's uniform as I prepare and serve lunch and drinks to the ladies.

After their delicious lunch, I am chained to the treadmill to walk 36,000 steps in my locking five inch pumps. They think it is amusing when they increase the speed to five miles per hour. It is very difficult to keep up the pace in heels. I have to count a loud each step. If I lose count, I have to start over. I have to start over twice, losing about 13,000 steps, total.

After the treadmill, more birthday swats follow. My hands are cuffed above my head, with my legs separated by a three foot spreader bar. Still locked in heels, this is very uncomfortable for me. I'm blindfolded, and the swats begin.

Julie and Chandra each paddle me with a wooden spoon, thirty-six times on each cheek. Tamara then concludes the spoon paddling with thirty-six more pounding strokes.

Next, I'm led to the bedroom, tied, spread-eagled, facing down, and each lady straps on a big 8 inch dildo. I am pounded in the ass thirty-six times by each lady, with no lubrication. Very sore, I'm not quite ready for each lady to use the cat-o-nines on me, thirty-six times each. Exhausted and in great pain, what is next, I ask myself?

As I'm unchained, the ladies then fit me into a 36 inch waist corset-my waist is 46 inches-very painful. Chandra, Julie, and Tamara, all dressed very seductively, lead me back to the kitchen to prepare supper. After preparing and serving supper and drinks, I am given 36 minutes to clean the kitchen and house. Each minute beyond the 36 minutes is punished by a paddle swat by each lady. I went 28 minutes over-you do the math.

I am made to put on a nice evening dress, and the ladies make up my hair, face, and nails. Soon, I learn why. The doorbell rings, and I greet five hunky men. I am maid to orally service each man for 36 minutes. I've never sucked a cock before, but I got a lot of experience on my birthday.

Now, it's time for the birthday candles. Julie, Chandra, and Tamara, using silly putty, secure 36 large candles to my chest and other sensitive areas of my body. I am chained, spread-eagled, to the bed. They light the "trick" candles and tell me to blow them out. I can only blow out a few that are within range, and, being trick candles, the relight themselves. All of the candles melt down and onto my body.

After the previous humiliating scene and the torture of burned wax on my skin, I am led to the bedroom by Julie, Chandra, and Tamara. I am tied spread eagle again, face down. They each use five different tools: cat-o-nines, big paddle, wooden spoon, ping pong paddle, and a whip. I'm given 36 strikes on each butt cheek by each Julie, Chandra, and Tamara. I'm crying and in pain at the end of the session. Then, they tickle me for 36 minutes each. My wife, Tamara, states that this has been a good birthday for me.

I conclude the day by giving each lady 36 minutes of oral pleasure before the CB2000 is locked back in place.

Tamara then informs me that her last birthday gift for me is to give me 36 more weeks in chastity before reconsideration of orgasm. In this next 36 weeks, I must prove my worthiness to each lady and the five gentlemen, whenever asked. Happy birthday to me.

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