
DISCLAIMER:  The following work of fiction contains graphic depictions 
of sexual acts between consenting adults.  B&D related activities are 
also described.  If any of this offends you, don t read it.  If you are 
under 25, don t read this.  Not because 25 is the minimum age anywhere, 
I just thought it would be a refreshing change from all the other posts 
that say you have to be 16, or 18, or 21.  The author grants permission 
to distribute this story and disclaimer in its entirety, on the 
condition that at least 50% of any gross profits gained from this story 
are donated to battered women s shelters.


                     The Birthday Present
                           Part One

                              by
                           OddManOut


The pretty blond girl squeezed her way over to me.  "Hey!  Are you 
Jeff?"

"Yeah!"

"And you re Monica s boyfriend?"

"Yeah!"

"Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks!"

"I m your present!"

"What!?"

"I said I m your present!"

"What do you mean by that!?"

We were right in the middle of the frat party, next to the dance floor.  
The girl talking to me was holding a red cup of beer in one hand, and 
wearing a tight white knit blouse that bulged in ways I was trying to 
ignore.  She stood on her toes and placed her mouth next to my ear, 
yelling to be heard over the music.  She smelled nice.

"Why don t we go over there?"  she pointed to a quieter corner of the 
room, then grabbed my hand and led the way, pulling me after her across 
the floor.  As we made our way across the room, I thought about this new 
turn of events. It was midnight, and I should have been back in my room 
with Monica, but she was out of town for the week on an archaeology 
field trip.  Sure, she was missing my birthday, but we had agreed early 
on that we were going to put academics ahead of our relationship.  
Monica had said she d give me my presents when she got back.  I had 
planned to go to the party, mingle, get drunk, get pissed off at Monica 
for not being here, say things I d regret later to strangers, stagger 
home, and pass out.  I had proceeded smoothly to the mingling part, and 
was working on the drunk part.

The introduction of this pretty blonde suggested a few alternative 
endings to my evening, most of them bad for my relationship with Monica.  
Walking behind her, I was completely free to watch her body as she 
dodged and squeezed her way through the crowd.  Holding my hand pulled 
her into profile, and I admired her body shamelessly as I walked behind 
her.  She was in incredible shape, with long tan muscular legs and taut 
breasts that bounced slightly whenever she had to swerve to avoid 
someone.  A couple of times she looked back at me and gave me a brief 
smile as she squeezed my hand lightly.

We reached the corner and looked at each other for a second in the dim 
light.  I looked closely at her face and said "I don t think I know 
you."

She smiled at me quickly and said "My name s Judy.  I m on the swim team 
with Monica."

"And you had a birthday present from her?"

She paused for a second.  Then she looked me in the eye and said "I *am* 
a birthday present from her."

"What do you mean by that?"  She couldn t have meant what I thought she 
meant.  She must have been here to give me a backrub or something.

"Here."  She dug into her purse and found a slightly crumpled, sealed 
envelope.  She pressed it into my hands and said "Open it."

The outside of the envelope was completely blank except for two typed 
words in the middle of the front side:

                             FOR JEFF

I carefully tore open the envelope.  A single sheet of laser-printed 
paper was inside.  I walked over to a window and read the message by the 
orange sodium light on the porch:

                            Dear Jeff,

Happy Birthday!  I m very sorry I wasn t able to be with you today.  
However, I am giving you a present so that you won t miss me too much 
this week.  Your present is named Judy, and she is a good friend of mine 
from the swim team.  Judy has been instructed to sexually satisfy you in 
any way you wish, at any time between today and next Friday.  Upon your 
command, she will fuck you, give you blowjobs, and allow you to tie her 
up or do anything else to her that crosses your mind.  The only 
limitations on what you can do are:

1.  No permanent damage, of course.
2.  No unprotected sex.
3.  No bringing in other people.  This gift is for you alone.  I wouldn 
t want to fuck other guys for your birthday, so I don t see why my proxy 
should, either.

Enjoy!  Control of your present began at the time you opened this 
envelope, and she is waiting for your first instruction.  I hope you 
take the fullest advantage of your present, and think of me whenever you 
use her.  I love you and can t wait to get back from this dig to be with 
you again.

                           Love,
                               Monica

My hands were shaking as I carefully refolded the note and placed it in 
my shirt pocket.  Monica and I had brought other people into our sex 
play before, but never like this.  We always talked about it and planned 
it out for weeks beforehand.  Not only did it make the final experience 
more satisfying, but getting turned on from the planning was also a 
benefit.  Until now, we were always together when we brought in someone 
new.  As Monica put it,  "We never fool around behind each other s 
backs.  We do it to each other s faces."

I looked at Judy again.  She was standing next to me with her cup of 
beer, looking me straight in the eye.  Maybe this was some sort of weird 
joke of Monica s.  We had enjoyed B&D before, and had discussed it with 
like-minded people, but I d never seen or heard of Judy when we were 
playing our games.  I held up the piece of paper and said "This says 
that you re supposed to do whatever I want."

"I know.  Monica dictated it to me, and I typed it up.  Anything you 
want, aside from those three rules."  I was getting nervous and hard at 
the same time.  Monica had been my "slave for a night" a few times, but 
it was always just for the night, never longer.  "Where are you going to 
stay for the next week?"

"Where do you want me to stay?  I could sleep with you in your bed, or 
on your floor, or you could sleep in my room.  My roommate won t mind."  
I was still looking for an excuse not to do this.  I was on the verge of 
coming in my pants, and I didn t always trust my judgment when I was 
this turned on.  "Don t you have class next week?"  She shook her head.  
"Nothing I can t skip.  I did all my homework yesterday, and I can get 
handouts later."

I couldn t hold back.  I smiled and shook my head in disbelief.  "I 
guess I m out of excuses then.  Hold still, I want to look at you."  She 
stood up straight and I stared at her body again.  This time I was in 
front of her and I made no attempt to hide my gaze as I slid my eyes 
down and back up her form.  She was truly magnificent.  Most college B&D 
types are humanities students, and they are generally out of shape, with 
the more attractive women being softly voluptuous.  Judy was a swimmer, 
and her body was incredible, without a trace of unwanted fat.  Rather 
than being large and soft, her breasts were small and tight, and looked 
like they would be resilient to my touch.

I had to test her obedience right there.  I looked around to see if 
anyone was watching us, then brought my left hand to her breast.  When 
my palm touched the fabric she almost recoiled, but stopped herself 
before she could pull away.  She took a deep breath, and her breast 
pressed into my hand as her chest expanded.  Still checking for 
onlookers, I began to massage her breast through her shirt in the 
crowded room.  She was just as I had expected, firm and toned.  I could 
feel her hard nipple under the knit, and gave it a soft squeeze.  I 
looked at her face.  She was red as a beet and chewing on her lower lip 
as she fought to keep control of herself, but she stared straight ahead 
into my face as I fondled her.  I dropped my hand to her crotch and 
pushed in slightly.  She spread her legs a bit, and I pressed my hand 
against her sex.  She was very hot.  I took my hand back and she let go 
of her lip as she breathed out.

"Go into the bathroom and take off your bra.  I want to feel your naked 
breast under your shirt, then we ll go."  She turned and left for the 
bathroom.  I waited in my corner, trying to hide my huge bulge.  My own 
sex slave!  For a week!  All my malicious thoughts towards Monica 
evaporated as I considered the possibilities.  I d have to pace myself, 
or I might run out of imagination by Monday.  Okay, maybe Tuesday.  I 
looked around to see if there were any other B&D people at this party.  
No one I knew was there except for Chuck, my old roommate.  He was 
talking with some people I didn t know, possibly members of the frat 
house.  As I waited for Judy to get back, I stood and waved to him, 
until he saw me and waved back.  I caught his attention like that twice 
more before she returned.  Her white shirt hugged her loose tits 
tightly, and I could see the outlines of her hard nipples as she stood 
in front of me.  She was holding another red cup of beer.

"Put your beer down."  I said.  She did.  "I don t want you to drink 
anything this week, or take any drugs.  I want you sober at all times.  
Okay?"  She nodded.  "Okay, now stand up straight."  I brought my hand 
back to her chest, and began to knead her breast again as I waited for 
Chuck to look at me again.  I had waved to him enough so that he was 
certain to take another look to see what I was up to.  Sure enough, he 
glanced my way as he talked animatedly with one of his friends.  He gave 
me one look that placed me, then another look when he noticed that I was 
with a pretty girl.  When he took his second look, I took my hand off 
Judy s chest, then slid it under her shirt until it rested on her naked 
breast.

We were standing together closely and at an angle, so only a few people 
could see just what we were doing, and of those few people, only Chuck 
was looking.  His reaction was classic.  Whatever he was talking about, 
he stopped in mid-sentence and gawped as I tweaked Judy s nipple in full 
view.  He turned to his friends and tried to point us out to them, but I 
quickly pulled my hand from under her shirt and began to talk to her, 
just like any of the other couples that were near us.  Chuck s friends 
were trying to figure out what was going on, and Chuck himself looked 
like he was about to go insane.  I couldn t help laughing when I saw the 
expression on his face, when he realized no-one would believe him.  Judy 
was smiling too, as she guessed at what I had just done.  "Okay, Judy."  
I said.  "Let s go."

We left the frat house and walked to my apartment.  As we walked, I put 
my hand in down the back of her shorts and rested it against her warm 
cheek.  Judy made no objection, although she had to walk with an uneven 
gait to compensate for my hand.  "So how did you get to be my birthday 
present?"  I asked her.

"Oh, that?"  She looked at me with an oddly sunny smile.  "Monica and I 
were talking about our boyfriends, and she was telling me how you 
introduced her to bondage and stuff, and I was like,  Hey, I can do 
that!   so then we started talking about stuff we d done, and it just 
kind of came up."

"What stuff did you do?"  My interest was piqued.  She just shrugged and 
said "Other stuff.  I don t tell people what I do with other people.  It 
s bad for my reputation."  She laughed.  "Anyway, it s better this way, 
because this way I ll do what you think of, and not what you ve heard I 
ll do.  That s why you re the master, right?"  She poked me a little.  
"And why haven t you called me slave, yet?  Why are you still calling me 
Judy?"

"Slave seems too general.  I can never identify with it.  I need a name 
for you."

"Well, then give me a name."  She said.  "Something other than Judy."

We walked in silence as I tried to think of an appropriate name for her.  
Judy wasn t like anyone else I had topped.  She had a way of acting 
servile without actually being servile.  As a top, you were supposed to 
discourage that, but it seemed right for her.  I rubbed her ass with my 
hand absently.  Her gluts tightened every time she took a step forward.  
Monica swam to stay in shape, but she was nothing like this.  I guessed 
that Judy swam competitively.  

"Swimmer."  I said.  She looked at me.  "Your name will be Swimmer."

She nodded her head and said "Okay."  I pulled my hand out of her shorts 
and gave her rear a hard swat before she figured out what I was doing.  
She yelped.  "It doesn t matter if you think it s okay.  I m the master, 
and I decided the name.  And don t shout when I punish you.  It s bad 
form."  I gave her another swat for yelping, right on the upper thighs.  
She jumped a bit, but remained quiet.  I placed my hand back in her 
shorts and we walked the rest of the way to my apartment.

As soon as we were inside the door I had her undress for me.  She took 
off her clothes casually and left them in a heap next to the door.  Once 
she was nude, she walked over and sat down on the couch next to me.  I 
was at a loss for what I wanted to do first with her, so I told her to 
stand up and display her body for me.  She stood and held her arms out, 
then turned around slowly so that I could view her from all angles.  It 
was going to be a great week.  Swimmer was a hardbody, and she looked 
like she could go all night and not get tired.  By the time she 
completed a full turn, I had decided that the best thing to do would be 
to start out slow.  I got up and had her follow me into the bedroom.  
She stood and watched me as I took my clothes off and lay on the bed.

Stretching out on my stomach, I told her to give me a massage.  She 
climbed onto the bed and knelt next to me as she kneaded my back and 
arms.  Running her hands lower, she moved to my ass, and I began to get 
hard as she grasped and molded my butt and thighs under her strong 
hands.  Sensing my arousal, she slid her hand down and in to cup my 
balls lightly in her hand.  Gasping, I told her to stop immediately.  
The massage was good, and I didn t want to interrupt it just yet for 
sex.  I told her to continue working on my legs.  When she finished, I 
turned over and had her do my front.  Swimmer s technique was very 
different from Monica s, and she felt exotic as she loosened up my chest 
and arms.  I got hard again when she moved down towards my crotch, and 
this time I didn t stop her when she took me in her hands.

"Just a hand job for now, Swimmer."  She nodded and stroked my cock, 
unafraid to hold it with a firm grip.  Her free hand covered my 
testicles, and gently massaged them as she slowly fisted her hand up and 
down my shaft.  A drop of pre-come leaked out of the tip, and she spread 
it over my shaft, providing lubrication to let her move her hand more 
quickly.  Swimmer s talented hands were too much for me, and I came 
quickly.  With a loud groan, I spurted my come over my chest and 
stomach.  When she had finished stroking me, Swimmer silently got up and 
walked to the bathroom, returning with a wad of toilet paper.  She 
carefully mopped the come off my chest, then brought the wad of paper to 
her nose for an experimental sniff.  She walked back to the bathroom to 
flush the paper.

When she returned, I said  "That was an excellent hand-job, Swimmer.  I 
am going to reward you by giving you your own hand job."  "You don t 
need to do that, master "  "Sir is fine, and I want to reciprocate.  It 
will also give me the experience of touching your beautiful pussy."  
Swimmer blushed all the way down to her breasts when she heard me say 
that.  I had her sit on her knees by my side, and open her legs.  From 
this position, it was easy for me to place my hand between her legs and 
run my finger over her lips.

She must have really been enjoying the hand job she gave me, because she 
was very wet, and my middle finger slid inside of her easily when I 
probed her.  As I pushed my finger inside, she began to flush deeply and 
clench against me as she fought to hold her position.  Looking up, I 
could see her face and breasts were a deep shade of red as I moved my 
finger in and out.  When I began to rub my thumb against her clit, she 
opened her mouth and began to breathe heavily.

Just when she was about to come, I pulled my middle finger out of her 
and rested my hand against her outer lips.  I lay my index finger 
against my middle finger, then slid the two fingers back into her pussy.  
When she felt this increased size, she began to shake when I brought my 
fingers in and out of her.  When I brought my thumb back to her clit, 
she twitched, then clamped her pussy around my hand as she came 
violently.  Immediately she looked embarrassed, and she looked away from 
me as she thanked me for getting her off.

I was tired, and I had to figure out just what I wanted to do with my 
newfound slave, so I decided to call it a night.  I told Swimmer to get 
under the covers with me, and we fell asleep together as I made my plans 
for the coming week.


                    Continued in part 2.

"It is only the great men who are truly obscene.  If they
 had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared
 to be great."
-Havelock Ellis
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