My 21st Birthday with Krystenah and her Master
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I had been counting down the days until my 21 st birthday for as long as I could remember. Now that it was here, I felt disappointed. My friends were great to come out and help me celebrate. The bartender even tolerated our shouting and toasting. When he asked for my ID, I slapped it down on the bar in triumph. But it was a week night and my friends had long since left. The cute bartender’s smile was starting to look strained. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just felt like something was missing. As if on cue, she walked up to me. I had seen her with her companion earlier in the evening. They were an attractive couple and I had felt the urge to call them over to the party. Now she stood next to me, called the bartender over and ordered a glass of champagne. When it came, she offered it to me. When I refused, she laid her hand on top of mine.
“Please accept it. It’s from my master and me. We thought you looked down and someone as pretty as you should never look down, especially on your birthday!”
“Your master?” I asked, not sure I had heard her right.
“Yes,” she said simply. I turned and looked into her face. I didn’t understand what she meant by that, but I let it go. She looked to be about 40 with salt and pepper hair and glasses. She had deep brown eyes and she smiled a shy smile. Around her neck was a necklace with chunky links. It looked a little like a dog’s collar, but it was more delicate. I accepted the I took gift and tipped it back. The bubbles tickled my nose and I burped and covered my mouth. She laughed, too and smiled.
“Would you like to join us?” she asked, but she had her arm wrapped around my back and was leading me to a booth where her companion stood, watching our approach. He was tall and stood with a casual, youthful air. He had intense brown eyes, a high forehead and rich full lips. He was startlingly handsome. I could feel him looking me up and down and had the feeling that things were starting to look up. I felt all tingly.
“Thank you for the drink,” I said and curtsied to try to break the ice. The drinks had hit me harder than I knew, though and I stumbled a little. The lady caught me.
“Sit down,” he said, without smiling. His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up straighter and put my shoulders back. Without looking at her, he said to the woman, “Sit down, slave.” She sat on the other side of the booth and laced her hands together on top of the table.
“Excuse me, but why do you call her slave?” I asked him. He looked into my eyes and I saw a mixture of swagger and hunger.
“I call her that because that is what she is,” he said simply.
“Oh, ok,” I said and giggled. Neither of them laughed. I coughed nervously. “I’m Kymburli,” I said and offered my hand to him. He took it and held it in his hand. He did not offer a name. I turned to the woman and offered my hand.
“Krystenah,” she said. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Kymburli,” she said. “ We saw your party. You looked kind of sad when your friends left. Master wanted me to ask you if you would like to come home with us.” She looked at him, as if for approval. He said nothing, but there seemed to be some sort of unspoken communication between them that I didn’t catch. “We would like to show you a good time,” she said.
I looked from him to her and back again. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said. “Please consider quickly. Master wants to leave soon,” she said.
My head was swimming a little. Something inside me wanted to say yes to this strange invitation, but then I heard myself saying, “I had better not.” In a moment the two of them stood up. He grabbed her wrap from the hook on the booth. She walked over to him and closed her eyes in pleasure as he helped her on with it. She looked up into his face with a look of pure devotion and he looked down into her face with a mixture of affection and amusement. I liked them and wanted to be with them.
Krystenah turned to me and took my hand in both her hands. “I hope you have a lovely rest of the night and rest of your life, gorgeous,” she said. He had started walking toward the door and opened his arm to her as she approached him. He enveloped her in his arm and she laid her head briefly against his shoulder. He pushed the door open for them and they walked through it and then they were gone.
I sat at the booth and felt their absence. It was crazy, but I felt like I wanted to be with them. I got up and ran out the door. “WAIT,” I screamed after them.
She sat with me in the back seat as he drove. She complimented my hair, my makeup, my dress and my shoes. I started to feel self-conscious, but at the same time I liked the attention. I thought it was kind of crazy that she kept complimenting me, though. She was very attractive. She was a little shorter than I was and had slightly smaller bust. I could see her well-built hips and thighs as her skirt hugged them. She had a soft, kind quality about her. I have never kissed a girl, but I wondered all drive long what it would be like to feel her lips against mine.
As soon as we got inside their place, he went into the dining room and grabbed a chair. He placed it in the center of the room. He sat in it and said, “get over here” to me. For some reason, I felt compelled to follow his direction. “Since it is your birthday, you must allow me to spank that lovely ass of yours,” he said and reached out for my wrist. My heart started racing. I wanted him to do it. I felt myself go over his lap. He positioned me on his lap and ran his hand over my ass. He gave me 21 smacks. Instead of hurting, it felt good and I wanted more.
“Slave. Come over here and get yours,” he said. I looked over at her and noticed that she had somehow shed all of her clothes in the brief time she had been in the apartment. I blushed as I let my eyes glide over her body. She had dark areolas and a shaved pussy. Krystenah walked over to him, her necklace bobbing against her neck. She lay gracefully over his lap. The sound of the smacks on her bare ass were like little fire crackers and I watched as he covered every surface with his slaps. Her ass looked beautiful as it jiggled under his hand. I wanted to feel a bare bottom spanking! When he was done, he stood her up.
“Thank you, Master,” she said, her faced flushed. She came over to where I was standing and took my hand. “Come on, Kymburli. I need your help to bring the chest from the bedroom.” She had a sparkle in her eye. I followed behind her, but looked back to see him watching us.
“Krystenah. Why are you naked?” I asked when we got to the bedroom. She led me over to a steamer trunk and gestured for me to pick up the handle on one end of it as she grabbed the other.
“Master’s rules,” she said.
“You keep calling him ‘Master’, but what is he—your husband? Your boyfriend?”
She looked at me very patiently. “In some ways he is my boyfriend, I guess you would say, but in ALL ways, he is my master. He is my lord and king. He is my owner. He trained me to be the slave he wants and since I was born to serve him, it has worked out very well,” she said with a playful smile. “We don’t want to keep Master waiting. Did you like your spanking?”
“I did!” I told her, surprising myself.
We carried the trunk into the living room and placed it on the floor. He sat casually on the chair where he had spanked us.
“Since it is Kymburli’s birthday, and since she obviously enjoyed her spanking, (He looked at me and I felt myself blushing) I think we should play a spanking game. Don’t you agree, Puppy?” he asked Krystenah.
“I think it is brilliant idea, Master,” she said, beaming. “You’re going to like this,” she told me.
“Bring me the playing cards and a blindfold, slut,” he told her and she ran off to get them for him. He walked over to me and placed his hands on either side of my head. “Are you enjoying your birthday?” he asked me. I nodded. “You can call me ‘Sir’”, he said.
“Yes, Sir,” I found myself saying. Krystenah came up to us. She handed him the playing cards.
“Isn’t her blonde hair beautiful, Master?” she asked him, twirling a strand around in her fingers. He never took his eyes off me.
“It is slave,” he said. “Kymburli, blindfold my slut and I will explain the game to you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said and walked over to Krystenah. She smiled an excited smile at me and handed me the blindfold. I secured it over her eyes and turned back to him.
“Very good. I will draw a card and that will determine the number of strokes that you will get on that sweet ass of yours. You will walk over to my slave and she will reach into the box for an implement. She will hand it to you and you will bring it to me. It’s simple. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said and wondered too late if I had gotten myself into a jam I couldn’t be able to get out of.
“Good. Let me open the chest and shuffle the cards. When I stop shuffling, you will draw a card.” He opened the chest and Krystenah knelt next to the box. He patted her head and she leaned into his touch.
The first shuffle yielded the 8 of hearts. That didn’t seem too bad: eight strokes. I had taken 21 no problem, so eight should be a walk in the park. I walked over to Krystenah, who knelt, her back straight, her tits pressed forward. I had a mad impulse to push her head into my crotch and rub her face against my increasing wet cunt. “What is coming over me?” I wondered and placed my hand on her shoulder. She smiled and placed her hand inside the trunk. She lifted something out of the chest. It was a strip of leather split on one end. She laid it gently against my palm and closed my fingers around it. I stared at it, dumbfounded, as I walked back to him. When I got back to where he sat, I handed it to him. He looked at me, expectantly.
I looked back at him. “Sir?”
He shook his head. “Did I forget to mention that for this game all strokes are given over panties?”
I swallowed. “Yes, Sir, I believe you did.”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said.
“I think I would have remembered that detail, Sir!” I ventured.
“You aren’t arguing with me, are you Kymburli?” he asked, and a slight shiver ran through me.
My voice came out in a croak. “No, Sir.”
“That’s good, because my slave can tell you that arguing against me is a very bad idea.” I stood there, mute, holding the strap in my hand. “Well, strip,” he said and for some crazy reason, I did!
Lying across his lap in only bra and panties sent thrills through my body. He played with the hem of my panties and ran his hand along the seat of them. He cupped my pussy with his hands. “Ah ha,” he said, as he felt how wet they were. “I’m glad you are enjoying your birthday celebration with us,” he said. He removed his hand and the first stroke fell. It sounded like a shot and I cried out. He painted my ass with the next seven strokes. The panties seemed to offer very little protection and my ass was stinging when he reached number eight.
“Stand up. You need to draw a new card,” he said. Spots were swimming in front of my eyes, but I watched as he shuffled the cards again. I couldn’t decide if I wanted a high or a low number. I drew a 10. I heard Krystenah clap her hands from the other side of the room. I walked over to her and she placed her hand in the chest again. This time she drew out a leather paddle. I walked back to him and handed it to him.
After 3 more draws: (a 3 with the riding crop, a 9 with the wooden spoon, a 6 with the hairbrush), it was Krystenah’s turn. I knelt blindfolded and listened as her master spanked her ass with implement after implement. She took twice as many draws as I did. Her moans made me want to touch my pussy.
When Krystenah’s spanking session was over, she came over to me and removed my blindfold. I stood up and hugged her. Her breasts against mine felt amazing. She pulled away and smiled into my face. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she said, breathlessly. Then she kissed me. She kissed my lips and pressed her tongue tentatively into my mouth. I accepted it and kissed her back. She reached out and grasped my breast through my bra. I pulled my tit out for her to touch. She smiled and kissed me more hungrily. I hugged her closer to me and ran my hand down her back. I ran my hand lightly over her ass cheeks. I could feel the heat that he had delivered onto them. She pressed her pelvis into me. “Can I kiss your pussy?” she asked me. I nodded.
She lowered herself slowly onto her heels and grabbed my hips. She walked me closer to her and pressed her mouth against the front of my pussy. She looked up at me and pulled my panties down. The air on my cunt felt heavenly. “She’s a natural blonde, Master!” she called over her shoulder and giggled. She pressed her tongue against my erect clit and I felt an electrical current run through my body. I looked over at him and he licked his lips.
He walked over to the toy box and pulled a two-headed rubber dildo out of it. He stood behind her and ran it along her neck and down her back. She continued lapping at my clit. I felt waves crash over and over again. He stared into my eyes. “Cum,” was all he said.
As I lay recovering, I watched as he began fucking her pussy with the impossibly long dildo. He pressed it deep inside her. She lay, half propped up, her legs spread shamelessly wide. Her eyes were locked on his and she moaned and fucked her and teased her with it. After several minutes of him bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then backing off, he finally turned to me. “Put this inside you and fuck it. I want you to get my slave off.” I scooted forward and he pressed the dildo into my pussy. I lifted up so that I could take it in. Krystenah began fucking it more intensely as she saw it go deeper inside me. I locked eyes with her and started pumping harder. The dildo was immediately slippery from my juices and I felt it fill me. My asshole started to tingle and I felt like I was going to cum again.
I watched as she arched her back and bounced up and down on the dildo. Her moans became screams and her eyes grew wide as she looked over at me. He knelt behind her and began applying lube to his erection. She lifted up at his touch and tilted her hips back slightly. He pressed his erection into her ass and grabbed her hips. He began drilling her ass and she mouthed, “I’m going to cum.” Her screams filled the apartment and my pussy walls spasmed in sympathy. She smiled at me, lost in ecstasy and said, “Happy Birthday, Kymburli!”
“Please accept it. It’s from my master and me. We thought you looked down and someone as pretty as you should never look down, especially on your birthday!”
“Your master?” I asked, not sure I had heard her right.
“Yes,” she said simply. I turned and looked into her face. I didn’t understand what she meant by that, but I let it go. She looked to be about 40 with salt and pepper hair and glasses. She had deep brown eyes and she smiled a shy smile. Around her neck was a necklace with chunky links. It looked a little like a dog’s collar, but it was more delicate. I accepted the I took gift and tipped it back. The bubbles tickled my nose and I burped and covered my mouth. She laughed, too and smiled.
“Would you like to join us?” she asked, but she had her arm wrapped around my back and was leading me to a booth where her companion stood, watching our approach. He was tall and stood with a casual, youthful air. He had intense brown eyes, a high forehead and rich full lips. He was startlingly handsome. I could feel him looking me up and down and had the feeling that things were starting to look up. I felt all tingly.
“Thank you for the drink,” I said and curtsied to try to break the ice. The drinks had hit me harder than I knew, though and I stumbled a little. The lady caught me.
“Sit down,” he said, without smiling. His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up straighter and put my shoulders back. Without looking at her, he said to the woman, “Sit down, slave.” She sat on the other side of the booth and laced her hands together on top of the table.
“Excuse me, but why do you call her slave?” I asked him. He looked into my eyes and I saw a mixture of swagger and hunger.
“I call her that because that is what she is,” he said simply.
“Oh, ok,” I said and giggled. Neither of them laughed. I coughed nervously. “I’m Kymburli,” I said and offered my hand to him. He took it and held it in his hand. He did not offer a name. I turned to the woman and offered my hand.
“Krystenah,” she said. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Kymburli,” she said. “ We saw your party. You looked kind of sad when your friends left. Master wanted me to ask you if you would like to come home with us.” She looked at him, as if for approval. He said nothing, but there seemed to be some sort of unspoken communication between them that I didn’t catch. “We would like to show you a good time,” she said.
I looked from him to her and back again. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said. “Please consider quickly. Master wants to leave soon,” she said.
My head was swimming a little. Something inside me wanted to say yes to this strange invitation, but then I heard myself saying, “I had better not.” In a moment the two of them stood up. He grabbed her wrap from the hook on the booth. She walked over to him and closed her eyes in pleasure as he helped her on with it. She looked up into his face with a look of pure devotion and he looked down into her face with a mixture of affection and amusement. I liked them and wanted to be with them.
Krystenah turned to me and took my hand in both her hands. “I hope you have a lovely rest of the night and rest of your life, gorgeous,” she said. He had started walking toward the door and opened his arm to her as she approached him. He enveloped her in his arm and she laid her head briefly against his shoulder. He pushed the door open for them and they walked through it and then they were gone.
I sat at the booth and felt their absence. It was crazy, but I felt like I wanted to be with them. I got up and ran out the door. “WAIT,” I screamed after them.
She sat with me in the back seat as he drove. She complimented my hair, my makeup, my dress and my shoes. I started to feel self-conscious, but at the same time I liked the attention. I thought it was kind of crazy that she kept complimenting me, though. She was very attractive. She was a little shorter than I was and had slightly smaller bust. I could see her well-built hips and thighs as her skirt hugged them. She had a soft, kind quality about her. I have never kissed a girl, but I wondered all drive long what it would be like to feel her lips against mine.
As soon as we got inside their place, he went into the dining room and grabbed a chair. He placed it in the center of the room. He sat in it and said, “get over here” to me. For some reason, I felt compelled to follow his direction. “Since it is your birthday, you must allow me to spank that lovely ass of yours,” he said and reached out for my wrist. My heart started racing. I wanted him to do it. I felt myself go over his lap. He positioned me on his lap and ran his hand over my ass. He gave me 21 smacks. Instead of hurting, it felt good and I wanted more.
“Slave. Come over here and get yours,” he said. I looked over at her and noticed that she had somehow shed all of her clothes in the brief time she had been in the apartment. I blushed as I let my eyes glide over her body. She had dark areolas and a shaved pussy. Krystenah walked over to him, her necklace bobbing against her neck. She lay gracefully over his lap. The sound of the smacks on her bare ass were like little fire crackers and I watched as he covered every surface with his slaps. Her ass looked beautiful as it jiggled under his hand. I wanted to feel a bare bottom spanking! When he was done, he stood her up.
“Thank you, Master,” she said, her faced flushed. She came over to where I was standing and took my hand. “Come on, Kymburli. I need your help to bring the chest from the bedroom.” She had a sparkle in her eye. I followed behind her, but looked back to see him watching us.
“Krystenah. Why are you naked?” I asked when we got to the bedroom. She led me over to a steamer trunk and gestured for me to pick up the handle on one end of it as she grabbed the other.
“Master’s rules,” she said.
“You keep calling him ‘Master’, but what is he—your husband? Your boyfriend?”
She looked at me very patiently. “In some ways he is my boyfriend, I guess you would say, but in ALL ways, he is my master. He is my lord and king. He is my owner. He trained me to be the slave he wants and since I was born to serve him, it has worked out very well,” she said with a playful smile. “We don’t want to keep Master waiting. Did you like your spanking?”
“I did!” I told her, surprising myself.
We carried the trunk into the living room and placed it on the floor. He sat casually on the chair where he had spanked us.
“Since it is Kymburli’s birthday, and since she obviously enjoyed her spanking, (He looked at me and I felt myself blushing) I think we should play a spanking game. Don’t you agree, Puppy?” he asked Krystenah.
“I think it is brilliant idea, Master,” she said, beaming. “You’re going to like this,” she told me.
“Bring me the playing cards and a blindfold, slut,” he told her and she ran off to get them for him. He walked over to me and placed his hands on either side of my head. “Are you enjoying your birthday?” he asked me. I nodded. “You can call me ‘Sir’”, he said.
“Yes, Sir,” I found myself saying. Krystenah came up to us. She handed him the playing cards.
“Isn’t her blonde hair beautiful, Master?” she asked him, twirling a strand around in her fingers. He never took his eyes off me.
“It is slave,” he said. “Kymburli, blindfold my slut and I will explain the game to you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said and walked over to Krystenah. She smiled an excited smile at me and handed me the blindfold. I secured it over her eyes and turned back to him.
“Very good. I will draw a card and that will determine the number of strokes that you will get on that sweet ass of yours. You will walk over to my slave and she will reach into the box for an implement. She will hand it to you and you will bring it to me. It’s simple. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said and wondered too late if I had gotten myself into a jam I couldn’t be able to get out of.
“Good. Let me open the chest and shuffle the cards. When I stop shuffling, you will draw a card.” He opened the chest and Krystenah knelt next to the box. He patted her head and she leaned into his touch.
The first shuffle yielded the 8 of hearts. That didn’t seem too bad: eight strokes. I had taken 21 no problem, so eight should be a walk in the park. I walked over to Krystenah, who knelt, her back straight, her tits pressed forward. I had a mad impulse to push her head into my crotch and rub her face against my increasing wet cunt. “What is coming over me?” I wondered and placed my hand on her shoulder. She smiled and placed her hand inside the trunk. She lifted something out of the chest. It was a strip of leather split on one end. She laid it gently against my palm and closed my fingers around it. I stared at it, dumbfounded, as I walked back to him. When I got back to where he sat, I handed it to him. He looked at me, expectantly.
I looked back at him. “Sir?”
He shook his head. “Did I forget to mention that for this game all strokes are given over panties?”
I swallowed. “Yes, Sir, I believe you did.”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said.
“I think I would have remembered that detail, Sir!” I ventured.
“You aren’t arguing with me, are you Kymburli?” he asked, and a slight shiver ran through me.
My voice came out in a croak. “No, Sir.”
“That’s good, because my slave can tell you that arguing against me is a very bad idea.” I stood there, mute, holding the strap in my hand. “Well, strip,” he said and for some crazy reason, I did!
Lying across his lap in only bra and panties sent thrills through my body. He played with the hem of my panties and ran his hand along the seat of them. He cupped my pussy with his hands. “Ah ha,” he said, as he felt how wet they were. “I’m glad you are enjoying your birthday celebration with us,” he said. He removed his hand and the first stroke fell. It sounded like a shot and I cried out. He painted my ass with the next seven strokes. The panties seemed to offer very little protection and my ass was stinging when he reached number eight.
“Stand up. You need to draw a new card,” he said. Spots were swimming in front of my eyes, but I watched as he shuffled the cards again. I couldn’t decide if I wanted a high or a low number. I drew a 10. I heard Krystenah clap her hands from the other side of the room. I walked over to her and she placed her hand in the chest again. This time she drew out a leather paddle. I walked back to him and handed it to him.
After 3 more draws: (a 3 with the riding crop, a 9 with the wooden spoon, a 6 with the hairbrush), it was Krystenah’s turn. I knelt blindfolded and listened as her master spanked her ass with implement after implement. She took twice as many draws as I did. Her moans made me want to touch my pussy.
When Krystenah’s spanking session was over, she came over to me and removed my blindfold. I stood up and hugged her. Her breasts against mine felt amazing. She pulled away and smiled into my face. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she said, breathlessly. Then she kissed me. She kissed my lips and pressed her tongue tentatively into my mouth. I accepted it and kissed her back. She reached out and grasped my breast through my bra. I pulled my tit out for her to touch. She smiled and kissed me more hungrily. I hugged her closer to me and ran my hand down her back. I ran my hand lightly over her ass cheeks. I could feel the heat that he had delivered onto them. She pressed her pelvis into me. “Can I kiss your pussy?” she asked me. I nodded.
She lowered herself slowly onto her heels and grabbed my hips. She walked me closer to her and pressed her mouth against the front of my pussy. She looked up at me and pulled my panties down. The air on my cunt felt heavenly. “She’s a natural blonde, Master!” she called over her shoulder and giggled. She pressed her tongue against my erect clit and I felt an electrical current run through my body. I looked over at him and he licked his lips.
He walked over to the toy box and pulled a two-headed rubber dildo out of it. He stood behind her and ran it along her neck and down her back. She continued lapping at my clit. I felt waves crash over and over again. He stared into my eyes. “Cum,” was all he said.
As I lay recovering, I watched as he began fucking her pussy with the impossibly long dildo. He pressed it deep inside her. She lay, half propped up, her legs spread shamelessly wide. Her eyes were locked on his and she moaned and fucked her and teased her with it. After several minutes of him bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then backing off, he finally turned to me. “Put this inside you and fuck it. I want you to get my slave off.” I scooted forward and he pressed the dildo into my pussy. I lifted up so that I could take it in. Krystenah began fucking it more intensely as she saw it go deeper inside me. I locked eyes with her and started pumping harder. The dildo was immediately slippery from my juices and I felt it fill me. My asshole started to tingle and I felt like I was going to cum again.
I watched as she arched her back and bounced up and down on the dildo. Her moans became screams and her eyes grew wide as she looked over at me. He knelt behind her and began applying lube to his erection. She lifted up at his touch and tilted her hips back slightly. He pressed his erection into her ass and grabbed her hips. He began drilling her ass and she mouthed, “I’m going to cum.” Her screams filled the apartment and my pussy walls spasmed in sympathy. She smiled at me, lost in ecstasy and said, “Happy Birthday, Kymburli!”
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