Happy Birthday by Liverpool Kiss I was driving home from work after a night shift and I was in a real good mood for a couple of reasons. One, I had just finished my last shift and I was looking at a four day long weekend, and two, it was my birthday; I had long ago ceased to celebrate it but I did get a bit of a buzz out of it, it was an excuse for getting drunk and being allowed to. I was about ten minutes from home when my phone rang. "Happy birthday," someone announced. "Thank you, who's this?" I asked. "Shirley, Shirley Scott." I was told. Shirley was the sister of a friend, I'd met her the first time about six months ago, she was about ten years older than me early forties, and married. "Hi Shirley, how are you?" "I'm fine, what are you doing for breakfast?" 'I hadn't thought about it." 'Why don't you come over here and I'll prepare you something you'll never forget." "Sure, you're on Lakeside aren't you?" I knew she was. "47" "I'm five minutes away." "See you in five then." And she hung up. Well, well I thought I wonder what all this is about. I had known Shirley for about six months, I met her at a Christmas party, and seen her on a couple of occasions since but always with her husband Pete, who I'd shared a few words with; Interesting. I found their house easily enough the roads were still building to the morning rush hour as I approached I half thought that a surprise party was about to be sprung on me, but as I drew up outside her house I noticed no familiar cars in fact no cars at all which meant Pete had already left for work.. I knocked on her front door and a couple of seconds later Shirley appeared and she greeted me warmly. "Happy Birthday." She repeated and gave me a hug and showed me in. I followed her through to the kitchen. She wore a long house coat and slippers but she was made up and her hair was done. I had never really thought about her before as anyone but Pete's wife I had never considered her as a possible afternoon dalliance, and to be honest I did want a roll in the hay with her I don't like back dooring people and I wasn't going to start here. She sat me down at the table and offered me a cup of coffee. We made light conversation as she prepared breakfast for me. "Where Pete?" was the first obvious question. "He left for work about half an hour ago." "Does he know I'm her?" She smiled, "Oh yes he knows." I didn't understand the reply but I was happier knowing I wasn't doing anything behind his back, she served up a plate to satisfy any nightworker, then she flicked an envelope on to the table. "A little something from Joan and I.." She said, indicating her sister-in-law who I met Shirley through. I opened the envelope there were about half a dozen pages folded up in there. I took a sip of coffee and pulled out the papers and unfolded them. I recognized the hand writing straight away-it was mine! I started to read the pages and very quickly I was aware of why I was here. The writing was a short story that I had done on my favourite subject; Female Domination. "Oh dear," was all I could manage. "Where did you ... how did you?" But it was obviously found when Joan cleaned my apartment. She came around once a week and I'd obviously left it on my bedside table. "Joan?" All of a sudden I lost interest in my breakfast. "Do you like this sort of thing?" Shirley asked. I nodded silently. "Yes." I finally breathed. "Good, because I'm looking for a another submissive, and you're it. Do you have a problem with that?" I looked up at her and saw her for the first time. She wasn't unattractive, her hair was light brown with blonde highlights, she had green blue eyes and stood about five seven with weight in proportion. Everything fell into place as I looked up at her. Pete was hen-pecked, I heard more than a few people say, he was more than that; he was dominated. Shirley had told Pete that I was coming for breakfast, I'm sure of that I had read enough about the subject to see that Shirley was taking Pete to the next level of her domination of him. She was going to cuckold him using me. And I found the experience quite exciting. "No." I eventually answered "No I'd love to serve you." I honestly replied. "Good. I want you to go upstairs and shower and wait for me beside my bed. I want you smelling nice and I want you ready to serve your Mistress. Understand?" "Yes Mistress Shirley." I correctly replied. Fifteen minutes later I was kneeling beside Shirley's bed with an erection and I waited for her to arrive. I heard coming up the stairs and my heart thumped like a hammer. At last I kept saying at last I have someone to serve. Like so many submissive I had been searching for a dominant woman to serve and had I got my thrills using expensive professionals and the internet, but all the time I yearned to be used on a regular basis and I was determined not to disappoint her. She came into the bed room and quickly removed her house coat under it she wore a black lace bra and panty set nothing else. "Peter watched me get dressed this morning he was devastated when he learned that the expensive underwear he had bought me wasn't being worn for his benefit, but my new lover." She wasn't in bad shape for a woman in her forties who had had two children. She got onto the bed. "Start on my toes, kiss my feet. And I did and I spent over an hour worshipping her body. I kissed and licked every inch of her body and brought her over the edge a couple of times. My tongue was buried deep inside when she told me to get onto my back. I obeyed her and she impaled herself on my erection and rode herself to another shuddering climax a few seconds later she stayed up there hovering in paradise above me slowly moaning and shuddering slowly she eventually came down and dismounted. She lay beside me for a few minutes in silence I wasn't sure what I was to do so I just lay there and I enjoyed the peace. I was still erect and I wanted to get off and as if sensing this her hand slid down to my groin and her fingers wrapped around my shaft. "Good boy you've stayed hard for me; get on top and give me a hard fucking, I wanna feel you up inside me." I did as I was told and fucked her like a fuckin' machine. I was close to coming and asked her if it was alright. "No fuckin' way in the world are you getting off in my bed," but it was too late. I blew; oh how I blew! She went ballistic. "You useless fucker!" She screamed she grabbed me by the hair and yanked my hair back. "You will be so fucking sorry you done that I promise. Get down there and lick your muck out. you fucking pig." She had changed in a split second and for the first time I became afraid of her, she wrestled me on to my back and sat on my face my cum oozing out of her lips. "Every fucking drop!" her hand went back behind her and she slapped me between the legs. I bucked she grabbed a hand full of my balls and started to squeezed. I screamed beneath her. She ground my balls together. "Your pleasure is so unimportant to me. Your purpose in life is me and my pleasure nothing else. "Do you understand me?" she yelled as she twisted my scrotum. "PLEASE MISTRESSSHIRLEY I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY." I screamed I was in agony she was hurting me. I slurped out my sperm as Shirley continued to torture my balls. "Sorry? A sorry fucking excuse for a man," and if it was possible she squeezed my balls even tighter. "MISTRESS SHIRLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA." I squealed. I was close to tears I haven't been treated like this ever. "If you ever come without my permission again I swear I will rip these fucking things off. Do you understand me? Do you?" "Yes Mistress Shirley," I managed. She finally released my balls and she sat on my face for a long time as I cleaned all of my muck out of her. She sat on me for about fifteen minutes and slowly started to enjoy the attention I was giving her and she ground out another orgasm on my face. "Perfect." She purred and got off of me and went to her ensuite. "Come in here." She called. I obeyed. "Run my bath and prepare my clothes." She sat on the toilet as she instructed me. I have a black leather skirt in my closet and a black silk blouse, run the iron over it, my underwear are in the top left hand drawer of my dresser my bra's are in the drawer below; black bra, black panties. Understand?" "Yes Mistress Shirley." I obediently replied. I laid out her clothes and waited for her to call. She walked naked into her bedroom and threw a towel at me "Dry me." She ordered. I did as she demanded and gently dried her off. And then I started to dresser her. Black lace panties, black lace bra, black nylon stockings clipped to her panty belt, leather skirt and finally she buttoned up her blouse I knelt beside her at her dressing table as she reapplied her make up. "In my house you will always kneel in my presence, if you are working in the kitchen and I walk in you will drop to your knees until either I leave the room or I tell you that you may remain standing, is that clear? "Yes Mistress Shirley." "What experience have you had as a slave?" she asked. "Not much Mistress Shirley, I see a professional when I need to but I leave there more frustrated than when I arrived. I tell her what I want; it's like ordering a pizza; some of this, a bit of that, none of that, and not too much of that. I don't want any rights Mistress Shirley I want you to do what ever you want with me. "Really? This could be interesting, very interesting." She produced a collar and fastened it around my neck. "You will always wear this when you are staying here. It's a sign that you belong to me. There will be other indicators but we'll cross them when we get to them." She informed me as she fastened the collar around my neck, and secured it with a small padlock. "There; I'll get a little disc with your name on it; 'Shirley's Slut' or something." She was about to say something else when we heard someone down stairs. "Shirley." Someone called. "I'm upstairs Joan come on up." It was her sister-in-law ironically my former maid and cleaner, the woman who discovered my little story. She came up the Stairs and as she did Shirley stood up and made me kneel beside her. She fastened a leash to my collar and a when Joan entered the bedroom the quintessential Mistress and dog greeted her. "Oh my doesn't he look the part?" said Joan in her Liverpool accent . "Oh yes Shirley I like what you've done with it." Joan stood in front of me She was an attractive woman about five eight in her heels she wore black leather shoes and black nylons her black skirt was hemmed a couple of inches above her knee and she wore a pink blouse. "I do believe he's blushing. Isn't that cute? Sarcasm dripping off every word. "What do you say?" Shirley chastised "Thank you Mistress Joan," I mumbled. Joan laughed "I'm going to enjoy this." "So am I." Shirley said leading me out of the bedroom and down the stairs which was a maneuver on its own Shirley lead me down two flights of stairs to her basement where an ironing board was set up and a large basket was full of clothes that obviously needed ironing. "Stand up." Shirley ordered, I quickly got to my feet. A chain was attached to the ironing board with something that resembled a hand cuff fitted to the loose end Shirley grabbed me by the balls and clamped the ratchet tightly around the base of my scrotum; I was chained to the ironing board and the feet of the ironing board were bolted to the floor. "You have enough slack in the chain to allow you to take clothes from the basket, iron them and hang them on the rail there. I think you have enough there to keep you busy for the next couple of hours. Joan and I are going shopping and will be home at about one. I'll be very disappointed if you haven't finished, and you don't want to disappoint your Mistress now do you?" "No Mistress Shirley," I meekly replied. "What a beautiful picture; a male chained, naked to an ironing board I must remember to bring a camera back.." "Right lets go." Shirley said and the two women left me with the ironing. I ironed over sixty items of clothing shirts, blouses, jumpers, pillow cases, Trousers, jeans and underwear, lots of underwear, and I rolled about twenty pairs of socks. The pile had almost disappeared when I heard a car pull up and the back door open. I was ninety percent done I hoped I had done enough to prevent disappointing Shirley, but she didn't come down straight away she went to the kitchen and busied herself there, I continued to iron a shirt, there were three items left, what occurred next had to have been my most embarrassing moment of my life; I have been a submissive for as long as I have had sexual feelings, probably fifteen years, during that time I have never revealed my true self to any man a number of women knew aabout my desires but I never said anything to any male. I heard him before I saw him coming down the stairs, a simple "Oh" was all he said but it spoke volumes; I looked around and saw him frozen on the stairs I didn't know what to say and he was equally as speechless; its not every day you come home from work and find a naked man ironing in your basement! "I'm sorry Pete, I really am." I managed. "It's not your fault Shirley can be very persuasive as you've found out." "I didn't take much persuading though, Pete." "She told me that she would bring another male in sooner or later, I've probably even encouraged her to." "Not what you thought Pete?" "No." "Nor me. I feel incredibly stupid." "Isn't this touching; the two boys don't like dancing to mean Shirley's drum." During our embarrassment we didn't hear the women come in. Shirley and Joan stood at the top of the stairs and heard our little exchange. "Get undressed Peter and join Ray over there. "Please Shirley can we talk?" And Shirley jumped on him. "Don't you start!" She yelled, pushing him down the stairs, he fell down the last couple of stairs and Shirley set about him, she stomped on his groin in her high heels he groaned and bounced beneath her. "Shirley, please," he tried but she wasn't listening. Joan and I watched as Shirley attacked him, Pete attempted to cover up, but her first two shots to his groin had hurt him. Shirley was furious, "You dare to talk back to me, you are going to be so sorry by the time I'm finished with you I promise, she hit him indiscriminately and tore at his clothes. "Please Shirley," he cried as she unfastened his belt, his pathetic attempts to stop her were swept aside as she delivered another kick to his groin, his cries a statement that she had hit the target again, Peter cowered at his wife's feet as her hand snaked inside his trousers searching for his balls and finding them. "Oh Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he squealed as she clamped on to them "Got you, you cunt." She spat Joan sat on the top step and watched as her sister-in-law destroyed her brother. Shirley shook him like a rag doll, pulling his cock and balls out of the confines of his underpants and squeezing them ever tighter, he was unable to prevent anything that she did to him, she had now reduced him to tears, but if anything this elevated the torture, she dragged him by his balls across the carpet away from the bottom of the stairs, Pete was bleating, crying, begging her to stop. 'Please Shirl I'm ... sorry I'm sorry pleeeeeeeeeeee." She hit him a couple of times hard across the face and then returned to punish his balls again. "You will never, ever disobey me again, I swear you will regret this day," and she ground his balls together again. After another savage assault on his balls she released him and he lay sobbing at her feet she stood over him legs wide apart her skirt was half way up her thigh her hair a bit of a mess. "Shirley,' Joan called still sitting on the stairs, "Looks like you have Ray's undivided attention." Shirley looked at me I was rampant, I had just witnessed my first ever genuine ball-busting and I had a full hard on. Shirley laughed, "What a wanker." Joan came down the stairs and removed her coat what shall we do with them Shirley?" Shirley knew; "Get on your knees Peter." She ordered, he was in a lot of pain but obeyed his wife instantly. He knelt in front of me my penis throbbed at the thought of being humiliated. "Suck him off Peter, give him the best blow job he's ever had!" "Oh that's so cruel, Shirley." Joan said mockingly "Do you think so?" Pete was mortified, Shirley stood behind him. "You aren't going to disobey me again are you?" Shirley asked. Joan walked a bit closer. "I want to see this." Peter was crying softly as he gripped my erection. 'Pull the foreskin back and lick his knob." Shirley instructed. I tensed at his touch and look briefly at Shirley then Joan who had produced her camera, and caught the moment on film for ever. Peter was mortified. Joan laughed. "Wouldn't the boys at work love to see this Pete?" "Oh there's going to be a lot to show them by the time we've finished." He broke down in front of me. "The tears aren't going to do it Peter," Shirley told him unsympathetically, she was loosing patients with him. "Take him in your mouth and suck him off like the fucking slut you are." Shirley said firmly. And he did. Joan's camera flashed and he swallowed my cock. I closed my eye's trying to distance myself from what was really happening, but it wasn't really working. The two women watched as Pete did his best to blow me. Joan took a couple of photos and then waited. "Tell me when you are going to blow I want to catch it." She said as if I was blowing candles out. It didn't take many seconds I was very close. "Mistress Joan I'm ready." "OK, I want you to take him in your hand and jerk him off and I want you to have your mouth open to catch his cum. Do it!" And Peter obeyed, he stroked me a couple of time and I came across his face. "Perfect." Said Joan, she took a couple as I blew my load over his face." "Suck him dry Pete." Shirley ordered as he took my wilting cock in his mouth again. Shirley stood beside Peter to my right and she looked at me. "I told you, that you would remember this birthday was I right or was I right? "You were right Mistress Shirley."