Birthday Boy

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Ross,
Happy birthday to you...
birthday boy!

01 of 12: Just another Saturday night.

Ross hung his head, his heart was pounding and an overwhelming sick feeling threatened to swamp his stomach. Naked, gagged and huddled on the floor in the corner of his own bedroom with his hands handcuffed behind his back, Ross couldn't believe this was happening! He couldn't believe that his wife, Debra was doing this diabolical thing to him!

The lights were on in the bedroom but he kept his head turned away from the floor to ceiling wardrobe mirrors to avoid seeing his pitiful appearance. The image was a reminder of his situation and his mind replayed the evening's events in an effort to stop thinking about the humiliating experience that was still to come.

It was, he had thought, just another Saturday night.

Although the evening had begun like many other Saturday nights with Debra playfully tying a naked Ross onto their bed, it had soon escalated out of control, out of Ross's control anyway.

Normally, once he was willingly tied to the bed, Debra would sit, fully clothed beside him and gently caress his cock into a rigid erection. This was the pattern of many previous Saturday nights after Ross had begged and pleaded with Debra to be a little dominant in an attempt to inject spice into their dull sex life.

It appeared that tying Ross up and teasing him was as dominant as Debra could get or so Ross thought.

At first Debra did it reluctantly. 

'He wants me to do some very weird stuff to him,' Debra had told Lara, her best friend.
'What sort of stuff?' Lara had immediately asked, intrigued.

'Tie him up, spank him or tease him, stupid stuff like that.
'
'Do you want to?'

Debra had frowned at her friend. 'Get real! What do I get out of it? Nothing! Once he's come he completely loses any interest in sex and I'm left high and dry.'

'Dry?' Lara had grinned, raising an eyebrow and Debra had smiled wryly.

'Well, not completely. I just have to understand what I can get out of this. It's all terribly one way at the moment.'

'Men,' Lara had murmured, rolling her eyes, 'what's wrong with romantic seduction and making love?'

'Exactly,' Debra had agreed, 'but he seems to prefer to be tied on the bed and teased until he begs to come. It's rather pathetic, actually. I much rather have roses and a sexy kiss.'

'You used to be rather good at teasing,' Lara had smiled slyly, 'I remember a certain young man...'

'Oh yes,' Debra had cut her off with a hard smile, 'teasing I can do!'

Debra was ruthless in her teasing and, at first that's all it was and Ross enjoyed the helplessness and the denial so much that it became a regular game.

It was just a game, Ross remembered sadly, just a bloody game! 

Then, Debra began talking as she stroked him.

It became rather embarrassing as Debra began to question Ross about his secret fantasies and hidden desires. He soon confessed his dark secrets while she teased him relentlessly with her skilful fingers, bringing him to the edge but never letting him come until blushingly and desperately, he revealed, one by one, all his furtive dreams.

Debra had discovered that men are rather obsessive about ejaculation and will do anything to deposit their seed. Over the past months, the fantasies had become wilder and wilder as his beautiful wife smiled, nodded and continued teasing, prodding Ross to confess.

Ross had admitted to some deeply humiliating fantasies, just to achieve relief, to ejaculate at last and never at any moment dreamed those dark fantasies would return to haunt him. 
Debra had approached the game with innocence and Ross, even though he was the one restrained, always believed that, ultimately, he was in control. Now, there was no doubt in Ross's mind that his wife was a cunning woman.

Now, this Saturday night had begun a little differently. As usual and suggested by Ross, she tied him down on the bed in a spreadeagled position but then surprisingly, gagged him with a ball gag. She had never done that before and Ross didn't even know they had a gag!

Ross looked helplessly up at his wife as she buckled the gag tightly around his head, smiling down at him. His cock was already hard, waiting for her to sit down, to begin to tease and he felt a little relieved that she wasn't going to question him.

But Debra didn't sit down and begin the Saturday night teasing ritual.

Instead, she smilingly said those words that struck a deep terror into Ross's very heart, words that rocked the very core of his being!

'It's your birthday tomorrow, darling and I have a wonderful birthday gift for you. You recall that fantasy of yours with the chastity belt?'

Ross's eyes widened, he gurgled desperately behind his gag and Debra's smile became a broad grin.

'I'm sure you remember. The fantasy where you're allowed one last orgasm in rather humiliating circumstances and then locked into a chastity belt for twelve months? You must remember, darling.'

Of course Ross bloody remembered it! It was the most humiliating and submissive fantasy he had dreamed up and had only confessed after Debra had meticulously brought him to the edge of orgasm over and over again.

'I was a little surprised by the idea of it,' Debra continued, 'a little shocked really, but you have been after me to be a little more broadminded so I just accepted it. It does seem a teeny little bit extreme, though, twelve months without an orgasm, the key locked away and no possibility of release?'

Extreme? Ross valiantly tried to make noises but couldn't and at that point, he really began to worry. Of course it's bloody extreme, it's just a fantasy, it's not real!

Debra smiled and waited for his desperate movements to subside before continuing. 'At the time you appeared rather keen on it, in fact you came back to that fantasy for several Saturdays so as a good wife I'm going to give you what you've wanted.'

No! Ross screamed into the gag, drool dribbling down his face, no, you're crazy, don't!

'It took me a while to build up the courage to order one of the chastity thingies but I think it'll be a perfect fit.'

Again, Ross protested futilely into the gag and Debra gently kissed his forehead. 'No need to thank me, darling, it's my pleasure as I love giving you what you want.' Debra gave him an enigmatic smile before moving to the bathroom.

When she returned, a shocked and still protesting Ross, watched as his wife calmly removed his pubic hair with the electric shaver and then shaved him with a pink razor until he was as clean as the day he was born, his hard cock throbbing in the air.

'You were very specific that the last orgasm was to be very humiliating and said that having bald testicles in front of people would be terrible. So, once again, I'm just doing what you want. I don't understand it really, I think your little balls look better without hair, nice and smooth and rather cute.'