The Birthday Feast

The Birthday Feast
Written by Psyche Summer

From across the western hemisphere a plane is circling the Toronto-Pearson airport, as it sweeps across the cloudy March sky, a singular passenger -- seated as she is in first class, long, pale legs tucked up beside her -- is growing restless. Jade Everson smoothes the folds of her red, satin trench coat, glances at her wristwatch; the long flight from out West was almost complete. After 4 hours and eighteen months Jade Everson is done with waiting.

It is late morning by the time Jade arrives at the Drake hotel in downtown Toronto. Standing outside the white brick edifice, she shivers. Satin and Canada are not a good mix, especially when one’s undergarments are as scant as her own. Still, she does not enter the building just yet, pacing the sidewalk of the metropolis in black suede pumps instead, her raven tresses bolstered by blustery gales. It is just as her bones begin to ache from cold, her joints begin to stiffen, that the long awaited text arrives; peeking at her slim cell phone, Jade reads “room 306, pet.”
Cheeks still flushed and breathless from their northern exposure, Jade knocks on the door to room 306. Her green eyes are alight with expectation and her billowy chest rises with each escaping breath that pushes against crimson lapels. The door is opened by a tall, blonde reedy girl with a chest like upturned apples. Her wavy hair ripples down her shoulders, landing just above the inking of a tiny bi-plane etched into the curve of her back. Around her neck she wears a slender charm, fastened to a thin leather band: a number, 17. She is nonchalant, turning from the door by means of invitation, shouting to the unseen corners of the hotel salon, in a husky Australian drawl, “master, it’s for you.”
Jade follows the lithe blonde into the expanse of the room. There, reclined in the middle of the overstuffed bed, is the sex-stung body of Jade’s master: Master Drake. You will kindly pardon Master Drake if he does not immediately welcome his new guest, for he is currently incapacitated. Above his recumbent body, two figures crouch, each one ladling their mouths with the taste of fat dick. The first, a buxom latina with hair the color of shiny pennies. Celeste, whose breasts are the size of melons and whose lips taste like sugar. On the left, is a woman Jade knows well, Kitty, whose lean, limber body, entangled in bed sheets, stoops low to caress meaty cock with swollen lips, whose tender, small breasts are cupped, with eager kisses by her female companion, whose sheen of jet black hair masks the spasms of pleasure that contort Kitty’s ice blue eyes. One after the other they bend, like swans, to engulf his upright cock in the warm recesses of eager mouths. Resuming her position at the top of the bed, Kelly, the Australian, pants as Master Drake reaches scratchy face and roving tongue into the depths of her slitted thighs. Above him, her body gyrates, gesticulating her orgasm with every jerky movement. Her raspy wails throbbing in the morning calm…. until at last he explodes…. splashing warm, creamy foam down her front with heaving abandon.
As the ménage-a-quatre winds to a close, as cum soaked skin is saturated, Jade patiently waits her turn. While she waits she pulls out of her handbag, a small camcorder. Turning it on reveals snapshot after snapshot: the history of her submissive fantasies. Jade pauses, mesmerized, video after video, the pictures turn before her eyes. Pictures of Jade in varying stages of undress, of Jade up against a wall, with a dildo buried deep in her cunt, with chains bracketing her slender wrists, videos of Jade in the throes of orgasm, obeying all of her master’s commands. As Jade scans each photo, her eyes become increasingly transfixed… picture after picture swirling before her bright green eyes… Jade with two men, Jade fingering a woman, Jade being eaten out… Jade is so hypnotized, mesmerized by the swirl of photos in front of her, that she does not immediately notice, until firm hands are planted around her waist, until camera is removed from her hands, that she has made her master impatient.
Setting the camera to record, Master Drake slowly untwists the belt fastening Jade’s red coat. Button after button is plied open to reveal porcelain pale skin, soft, overflowing breasts with nipples of the faintest pink. Jade is naked but for the thin silk stockings that rise to the middle of her supple thighs.
At the sight of her silk skin, the long-awaited hungry cunt, Master Drake’s cock re-ingnites. Grabbing fistfuls of hair, he shoves his prized pet to her knees, forcing throbbing head and shaft, through half parted teeth into the thin alleyway of Jade’s sweet throat.

“hoppy birfday mafttherrr” Jade gasps through dick-filled mouth.
He is clutching her by handfuls of hair, clenched in fists that entwined with dark ribbons of black tresses, yank Jade’s head back and pull hard against her scalp.
His inflated erection… he is ramming it into her gullet, down her throat, stabbing at her rib cage, even.
There is turmoil now in her brilliant emerald eyes, tinged with gold and laced with fire, which roll back in her head, which well up with tears at the urgency in which her master is taking her.
“tell me what you want, pet” he orders, his feet spread apart, his back arched against the warm tug of her lips, the suction that threatens to overcome…
“pet” he repeats stroking her long black hair, “tell me how you want to cum.”
“EeeEcchh” Jade is gagging, retching. Her lips move but no words come out. Her arms are flailing as webs of spittle course from her mouth, dribbling in streaks down her front.

Still he hangs onto her, keeps her on her knees, using her hair like a harness, riding her face like it’s a thoroughbred. Jade’s knees press into the pale, pine wood of the floor. Silk stockings splinter into a thousand garish shreds. Her head tilted backwards, exposing the long crescent of her pale throat. She grabs onto her master’s pelvis, grinding dark nails into flesh…. His knees buckle.

Dragging her on all fours to the bed, faces twisted toward video lens, Master Drake summons his pet Celeste, who starts the music dock on the bedside table. As the first bars of the tinkling piano begin to thrum, Jade mounts her master. Catching the cushions of her chest in one hand, Jade clutches the ache of her clitoris in the other… feels the fire in her belly swell as Master Drake enters her, as the throaty vibrato sings:

“The boys who kiss and bite; they are the brilliant ones”

Feels the walls of her cunt caving in….

“Oh how my knees go wee-ak to be the one…”

The pound of her clitoris echoing the rush of blood in her eardrums…

“She kicks and bucks… al-ways quick to fol-low… the boys are toooo reefineeed…”

The insatiable groans as his dick grows harder… harder. Harder. Jade is pressing feminine flesh into the flat of his groin. Rubbing herself as the cabaret keyboard winds on… bending down to plant passionate kisses on chest and face, billowing breasts knock together… sway to the beat of the pounding piano. Heave against each other like two barely moored boats in a seawater storm. Until the haze of her large pink nipples is all he can see floating above him.

“Always quick to follow…. I let myself be taken … just.. for.. the.. thrill.”

Rolling her over, Master on top. Shoving hard penis into the furrowed recesses of Jade’s ferocious cunt. Slamming into her body, two rough thumbs taking over where she left off, probing the cowlick of her clitoris in ungodly ways that Jade cannot explain. Master watches as emerald eyes glaze over, as pupils refract until mere pinpricks in two shiny green seas.

“fuck… fuck” he repeats, gripping target sized nipple in one giant fist. “I want to be inside you… so fucking deep. I want to bury you in my cum until you drown.” Thrusting in and out, moaning… “spray my cum all over your body… , make you squirt the way a good pet should…”
“Master Drake…” her voice trails off as a series of gasps and sighs and dreadful moans escape
her pleasure-prone body.
“Master Drake….” she begins again, “please. Pleeaseee let me have the privilege of your cum… lace it through my hair and in my mouth….” Her voice it trailing off as Master Drake lifts juice soaked fingers to her lips, rubbing them across her cheeks and against her long, elegant neck.

Jade stiffens at his touch, clit goes perfectly rigid, body mounts in seizure as drenched fingers caress the pulse of her quivering throat. Jade’s back arches in pleasure; stomach muscles unfurl; her breasts loll to each side, exposing the fine white line of her porcelain clavicle. It feels like her insides are melting, that her heart is on fire… that phantasms lurk before her very eyes. Clutching her own throat in ecstasy, feeling the combined forces of four thumbs encroaching upon her windpipe, pressing… all around her blackness, blackness except for the red hot flame of dick, rock hard dick piercing stomach, sternum, soul. Rock hard dick, primed to the sound of her orgasm, to the sight of the blackness overtaking her eyes, to the flow of her clear, wet juices that soak the bedclothes just seconds before… finally erupts, overflowing, withdrawing just in time to plaster heaving chest with the white stain of his load.

Exhale.

And after that, after that, the trio of angel-whores, done pleasuring themselves to the heat of her passion, they come, they cluster around her, writing his name, with long painted fingernails into the swirls of his cum on her chest:

“Master Drake’s Pet.” The girlish letters are swirled in the glistening slime, embedded in video form before it is sucked away by three pairs of craven lips.

They suck it off her in great noisy slurps, their knees drenched in the puddles she has left behind. They feed it to her on honeyed lips, soak their faces in its wet sheen. Faces that they bury against each other’s asses, shared between sisters. From slick mouth-to-mouth, the salty taste, until it is gone.

****

Hours later a convoy of taxi cabs winds its way north, out of the city. Ensconced in the second car, with black, silk blindfolds masking their eyes, Kitty and Jade are in the middle of a conversation.
“you mean you’ve never done it?” Jade’s voice is incredulous.
Underneath her mask, Kitty is blushing.
“not even with Alex???”
Kitty shrugs “he just never really wanted to…”
Jade is ingesting the news, processing the dilemma. Kitty was an anal virgin? No way. Before her mind can wrap itself around this surprising tidbit of news, both girls are startled as the car lurches to a halt. The back door opens and the girls feel a third body slip in next to theirs.

“Where to, officer?” queries the cabbie.
“I’m with them” comes the smooth response.
From underneath the lip of her mask, Jade can make out slender legs, wrapped in straight, black slacks, see two shiny black shoes, smell the lingering scent of warm cocoa on her breath…
Minutes later the cabs arrive at their destination. Three sets of doors open and one man, six blindfolded women and one female police officer, all exit their vehicles. They are in front of the Lucky 13 tattoo parlor. As their masks are lifted, one of the women, a petite brunette, in a camel colored coat, emits a soft groan: she has been here before.
Willow, the blonde receptionist cum piercer is sitting at the desk, boots propped up on a chair, filing her flaking black nails when the door swings open with a cough of cold air and the party enters. Lifting round blue eyes fringed in inky black lashes, Willow smiles her electric smile when she sees Master Drake make his way through the throng of flashily dressed women. Despite the cold, she is wearing a thin grey tank top stretched over her size EE chest and her signature black skinny jeans ride low on her slender hips, her long blond is curled into a sloppy bun at the nape of her neck. Hard gold studs gleam from lip and brow.
Master Drake looks down at Willow’s ripe chest, clears his throat. “yes, I believe I have an appointment?” Smiles knowingly.
Willow stretches her cat-body and slowly uncurls from her chair, dropping long legs to the floor, bending over her appointment book with exaggerated flair, enjoying the attention of the hungry eyes that follow.
“mmm, yes,” she murmurs… her long finger tracing the markings on her tablet. “I see you’re going to be keeping Angel quite busy today….” she murmurs, “too bad he’s still on his lunch break… why don’t I take you ladies to the back so that you can make yourselves comfortable?”
she asks, “or isn’t comfortable on today’s menu?”

And then turning to the little brunette, as she leads the rest of the coterie to the small curtained partition in the rear of the building “back for more, l’il pet?”

Minutes later the energetic Angel enters the room; he is grinning from ear to ear. He knows he has good reason to be. Crouching low, over the first prone body, he turns his head toward Master Drake who is conferring with the police officer, Officer Mercy Rose, in the corner of the room.

“The usual, Senor?” he asks deferentially, stroking the downy hairs that line the girl’s cunt.
It is the brunette, young, just nineteen… with blossoming breasts, doe-like hazel eyes and a mouth turned up in a whisper. As she strips, it is apparent that she has already been marked, along her backside, in large, gothic letters: “My master’s pet.”
She is trembling though, for she is sensitive to the pain.
Officer Rose approaches the fearful girl, runs polished fingers through her curling hair, whispers in her ear and then stoops over her, directing Angel, the inker:
“here” she says pointing to a spot over her left thigh, directly across the flat of her front… “number 15…. School colors… purple and gold.”
Angel smiles, runs smooth finger tips over the designated spot…
“May I?” he asks.
Officer Rose nods her assent.
But before he can lift loaded needle to trembling skin, there is one more thing that must be done. Shivering the young girl, Robin, looks toward her master’s direction. With great tears already rolling down her cheeks, she manages a slight smile, hiccoughs in a barely audible whisper:
“h-happy birthday, master.”

As the others watch, Angel bends his body over the waif, thrusting fingers inside to calm the tremors that rock her body, to sate his own desires. As Officer Rose has given him permission, he sometimes stops to lick said fingers or, in turn to nip her two fuchsia areolas that protrude from the buds of her chest. Robin is moaning in pleasure and pain, solacing herself with thoughts of how much her ache will please the master. When he is done, when Angel finally looks up, stands up with a triumphant flourish, a neat, violet number decorates Robin’s side. The ache in her belly subsides as her master approaches, and examines the handiwork, permits her to kiss the pleasure that has been growing in his pants.

Next is Kelly, who delivers cheerful birthday wishes before succumbing to Angel’s prick. Before long a brilliant blue 17 is inscribed on her skin. She turns, offering Angel her ass before he tags it with her master’s ownership. Angel, again waiting for the nod of consent first, happily obliges.

Next Celeste: “Feliz cumpleaños mi dueno” as scarlet ink bleeds into her fragrant flesh. 22.

Ashley, with short brown hair cut and almond shaped eyes, whose southern drawl masks a will of iron:
“happy birthday…” number 25…. and then again, the mark of ownership detailed along the perimeter of her derriere…

And Kitty. A happy birthday purr… Angel buries his nose in the folds of her labia, inhales her smell as he works, her statuesque body quivering in the air above him.

Jade watches the procession with eager eyes and a hot swell in her heart. As Kitty submits to the marking, a scarlet 26, a scrawl of letters across the fat of her ass… Jade waits her turn. Waits as Willow, the piercer re-enters the room, sidling up to Master Drake, whispering,
“I hear it’s somebody’s birthday…”
Watching as Willow bends and tugs at the zipper fastening Master Drake’s pants, watching as Willow takes Master’s cock in eager hands in salivating mouth as above her Angel writes his name on Kitty’s burning flesh. Watches the bumper of Willow’s chest ricochet off of his knees, watches her throat tense, fingers curl… hears her gag on his name, on the spit of his dick…

Officer Rose is watching now too, slowly unbuttoning the small clear buttons of her pressed blue blouse, bending to rub her caramel breasts against the nape of Willow’s neck, letting blond hair tumble down her back, running her face, nose, lips along its silky length. Digging up the length of Willow’s shirt to clutch and grab at the balloons of her breasts that bounce in and out of her grabbing hands.

At last it is her turn. Jade approaches the table, the panting inker, removes the layer of crimson silk that protects her modesty, offering Angel the clutch of her naked skin… his final canvas of the day.

Angel looks at her, at her flashing green eyes her swollen breasts…
“numero 27?’
Jade smiles a secretive smile, lowers herself upon the table as she hears her master respond.
“27? No,” Willow is sliding her tongue along the ridged edge of his shaft. Officer Rose is tearing at Willow’s pants… “she’s not 27…. She’s …”
“she’s number… six.”

Jade smiles. Sees the startled looks on the faces of the other girls, even on that of her own dearest friend, Kitty. Sliding back on her elbows, she coos “happy birthday Master” and then inhales sharply at the first cruel pinch. And then it is over. A serpentine 6, blazes in emerald over the still sore strip of Jade’s white flesh and matching throbs of embedded green ink tingle along the rim of her backside.

Robin… Kelly… Celeste… Ashley… Kitty…. Jade. All eyes turn to Officer Rose, who like Kelly, now wears a crest of white across the crown of her smooth black hair. Rising, Officer Rose looks at the semi-circle of women, each looking back at her expectantly. And then, rolling down her black trousers, stepping out of sleek black hipsters, Officer Rose… Mercy Rose is naked, but for the whip-black three that decorates the curve of her crotch.

Before he partakes in the ensuing fracas on the floor… on the table, the counter, the collision of bodies that upends ink and sends needles scattering, Master Drake removes a small manila envelope which he hands to Willow. She opens it, peeling back the flap, opening the printed card that rests within, before she too joins the tumult on the floor. On the card, a simple question, a request, a command: 27.

******

And then alone with him, at last, in the cab, speeding toward their final destination, Jade rubs wet lips against his jaw, whispers her desires in his ear, feels the passions in her awaken when he whispers his response:

“Pet, I am going to fuck you… fuck you to your college and fuck you in the your washroom; let me tell you how I am going to tie you down and how you will not be released… not until I have fully spent myself covering you… covering you with my cum…” he begins.

A wild look begins to simmer in the dark green depths of Jade’s eyes, her nostrils flair as he continues...

“and when you have slept with your master's seed all over your pretty face, your breasts, your hair.... then I will parade you, by leash and by collar, by me alone, all around the neighborhood before you are allowed to clean your master's cum off of you and out of your hair.”

But he is not finished, pulling Jade close, grabbing her hair, speaking just above a whisper, he continues… promising that he is going to

“have you be the front of a 'conga' line and your sister pet is going to fuck your ass with a fucking strap-on as I fuck your sister pet in her own ass... and a second sister pet is going to fuck your pretty wet mouth with a strap-on and make you gagscream my name until your throat becomes raw…”

Snuggling down in her seat, listening to the soothing refrain of his voice “feed on nothing but my cum for weeks and weeks, shove it down your throat with a spoon…” Jade hopes that wherever it is they are going, it takes a looonnngggg, long time.

*****
Jade is startled however, twenty minutes later, when they actually do pull up to the entryway to the University of Toronto. She fingers her neck, wondering if she would ever dare to be paraded down the cold streets of Toronto, an object lesson in sexual servility. She is relieved when, instead of heading to dorm rooms, Master Drake steers the burgeoning group to the New College Library at the heart of the university. Breezing through the doors, Master Drake heads straight towards the circulation desk which is being helmed today by a young student librarian, a small, Asian girl, no more than a freshman.

Donna looks up from her desk work to see Master Drake striding toward her, followed by a parade of what must now be seven or eight women. Donna tries to avert her eyes, find some sanctuary behind a rolling cart of books, but it is too late.

“Excuse me, miss…” Master Drake begins. “I’d like to check something out if I may…”
Donna looks askance at his empty hands.
“No, not a book, pet” continues Master Drake, meeting her eyes directly, causing her to color… placing restraining hand on her tiny wrist. “I’d like to check out the librarian.”
Donna pulls back, out of his grasp, her face is burning. “I’m working” she hisses….
“It’s my birthday pet,” he replies calmly “and you should be punished for trying to deny me…”
Gulping, Donna composes herself, gathers her dignity, so that she is able to calmly respond
“What do you desire, master?”
“Second floor, mythology, fifteen minutes.”

Exactly thirteen and a half minutes later Donna is trudging up the stairs of the library, placing one foot in front of the other, tugging at the short hem of her hounds tooth skirt, smoothing the lines of her tight black sweater. She finds them, as promised, in the mythology section: section 292 of the Dewey Decimal System. The women are arrayed along the aisle, each one facing the shelves, each one with a book in hand, the stories of Loki, Zeus, Freda, Coyote, Isis, Leda and Aphrodite spread out on pages before them. At the far end of the shelves, Kitty is standing, her face to the wall, her pants pulled down to the ground. Master Drake, is caressing the round puckered entrance of her ass as Jade stands behind him, whispering secrets in his ear.

In the quiet hush of the library Donna approaches her master. Master Drake, finishing his brief conversation with Jade, turns to her with sympathy in his eyes.

“Pet,” he says, stroking the line of her cheek. “It’s my birthday… and all of these ladies,” he gestures to the women, whose averted eyes are obediently buried in legend “have come from all over the continent… to wish me a happy birthday…. But you, you” he says, placing one hand under her skirt, in between her black opaque tights and the soft skin of her crotch, “you alone have refused me.”

Donna lets out a muffled whimper, the precursor to a barely suppressed sob.
“I’m sorry master” she mumbles almost incoherently.
“Apology accepted pet” he replies as beside him Jade removes her coat.
“…but you must still pay for your impertinence.”

On cue, Jade grabs Donna by the hair and drags her to the cold tile floor. Donna falls clumsily, legs splayed out on the floor.
“Strip, strip for your master, bitch,” Jade hisses.
Mutely Donna obeys. Sliding her mouth close to Donna, Jade wraps her teeth around the skin of Donna’s labia and bites down. Pressing merlot colored nails into the fat of Donna’s smooth belly.
Donna emits one strangled cry, a cry that pierces the silence of the library… feels Jade’s hands covering her mouth, entering the slit between her legs…

Master Drake watches the scene before him with some interest, the two dark haired women that writhe at his feet, the kitten yelps as his pet Jade pinches rosy nipples and leaves purple teeth marks, like stripes down Donna’s side. Sees the familiar slick of fluid moisten Donna’s cunt as his pet Jade punctures her pussy with the thick ball of her fist.

Then at last he turns his attention to the pet before him, the newest, the one whose virgin ass is just for him. He hears her quick panting breath as he approaches her, feels the sweat of her arousal. Running his hands up and down the length of her long, muscled body, kissing the neck which her short hair just grazes, rubbing the head of his dick between the overlapping cheeks of her firm ass. Probing the hitherto untouched area, unplunged, ripe… with fingers and with tip. He stoops, rubbing hands in the juices of Jade’s slick venom and in the wanton flood of Donna’s wet thighs, lathers his dick which he then pushes… slowly… into the well of Kitty’s ass. He hears Kitty’s low groan as he taps the first ring of muscles. Feels their tight clench repelling him. Feels the warm suck of skin that drags him inward, pushes him out… He is growing harder by the minute. Kitty’s eyes are clenched shut; the top of her head is hitting the wall in slow, rhythmic thuds. Inch by inch her ass gobbles down the length of dick, smothering it in the heat of her pain. He is moving faster now, now that the tip of his penis has plummeted into the farthest depths of her body. Her body is sweating when the first pricks of pleasure rush upon her, when her unbending muscles finally bend around the stiffness that is inside her. She is grabbing for her own pussy now, heaving, shaking, whispering his name “Maaasssterrr Drakkke” in a desperate, violent hush.

Behind her, six pairs of eyes, studiously bent on the escapades of Anansi, hear her. Hear the dull thump of his body hitting hers, hear the mad scramble of her legs as she tries to keep balance, the stifled orgasms ripping at her rib cage. And lower, the muffled cries of Donna, the poor pet that refused, the muffled pleas for “more please” as on top of her, Jade lashes at her body, leaving pink handprints along the tops of her thighs and across tear-stained cheeks.

When Master Drake finally feels the tell tale signs, feels the wash of fever flood over him, the white hot release, he is careful. Spilling himself into Kitty’s upright ass, he yet manages to save some seed for the two spent bodies repined on the floor beneath him, bending as the last surge of passion is upon him to fill Jade’s crimson cunt to shower Donna’s face with the last remaining drops.

*****

As Jade leaves the library a short time later, she can still feel the sting of his seed inside her as she has selfishly denied anyone the privilege of sharing. And although she feels the hot wetness trickling down her legs, leaving smeary tracks on the marble tiles behind, she is content in the knowledge that as she wings out of Toronto and heads home, he will still be there warming her thighs. A smile lights her face as she exits the building all alone, and notices that above her, the gray clouds have gathered. It has started to snow.

For Jade