It was his birthday last month, so I decided I’d do a little something. I couldn’t exactly go all out, since he doesn’t do birthdays (I think he doesn’t like all the attention) but he’s important to me and I wanted this day to be special. Aside from the three books I got him, I thought I’d cook for him. We love good food and usually find we can make the best dishes at home – restaurants often disappoint us. Besides, a tête-à-tête evening would be much more intimate.

I stopped by the house after work and set the stage: I still had a few things to pick up – a cake, wine and scallops – and I told him to close the curtains and make sure he stripped before I got back. When I returned, he was patiently waiting for me, sitting naked on the couch. Putting my bags on the counter top, I said “I’m going downstairs to change into something more comfortable. In the meantime, I want you to put on the chain harness.”

I selected a matching bra, garter belt and thong set and slipped a little tunic-like sleeveless shirt over it. If I bent forward slightly, my ass was exposed. I went back upstairs to find him wearing the harness, with the lock still open. When I noticed the lock, I said “What are you doing?” and quickly locked it, before he could so much as blink. He blushed.

I had him open the bottle of wine – a Masi Campofiorin – and pour us each a glass; the alcohol really helps relax him when he’s in a… predicament.

We started with the food, heating up the entrée I had already prepared the day before. When it was time to cook the scallops, Boy Toy went to work. That’s right, his birthday, yet he got to do (part of) the cooking. What can I say? He is the better cook and when it comes to cooking scallops to perfection… I trust him more than myself.

We sat at the table, I wearing my lingerie and he, his harness, and ate. The food was awesome. You cannot go wrong with seafood!

Once finished, we sat on the couch, sipping our wine. After a little while, I took a cushion and dropped it on the floor, in front of me. I looked at him, then pointedly at the cushion, and he understood. He went to his knees on the cushion, facing me. Without saying a word, I removed the socks, garter belt and thong.

He went to work and… Oh, God! It had been a while since he’d gone down on me. Having him strut around in his little chain harness all evening had gotten me in the mood quite nicely. Not to mention that he’s GOOD at oral sex! I believe I came in less than a minute, feeling his tongue on my sex, his face between my legs.

I did not intend on letting him cum. I thought this would make a great birthday gift: denial. But what do they say about the best laid plans? After my orgasm, he got up and, towering over me, started rubbing his penis on my wet pussy, kissing me, pinching  my nipples… Hmmmm. I grabbed him and got the head of his penis properly lubrified with my juices, then guided him in, saying he could have one stroke. Predictably, he started pumping and it felt too good to stop him. Soon, he was begging me to let him cum and I did not find the heart to refuse him.

I’m glad I didn’t, and I think he now appreciates birthdays just a little bit more.