| Birthday Cake Bondage Kink Birthday Cakes, by ShokoladaShe walked up behind me and put her arms around my neck,breathing inmy ear, "So what do you want for your birthday, lover?"I thought about that for a second, then announced, "I want you."She giggled. "You already have me, silly!""No," I corrected her, "I mean I want you to be mybirthday cake!"It took her a second to get that, and a smile spreadacross herface. "Another messy fantasy, hmm? All right - when do youwant to doit?"I craned my head back and kissed her, upside down. "Howdoes tonightsound?"The grin became wide, and I wondered what she wasthinking. "Tonight's just fine! Get what you need, and I'll see youthisevening!"Well, I went out to run the rest of my day's errands, butfrankly,my mind wasn't on what I was doing... I think the oneclerk wasslightly mystified when I accidentally called her mylover's name. My last stop was by the grocery store, where I got what I'dneed - andan odd look from the cashier at the quantities involved!I returned home with my bags... she called out that shewas waitingfor me in the kitchen. I walked in to behold my sweetheartclothedonly in the 'crystal green' plastic wrap, bound about hertorso fromneck to crotch. "You're going to have to unwrap yourpresent beforeyou can play with it," she laughed at me, "but first..."and she made sure I was stripped nude. She slipped a disposable plasticapron overmy body, giving my penis and balls a quick grope throughit as sheleaned against the table and let me peel her transparentcoveringaway from her. There were traces of moisture caught in thewrappingonce I pulled it away from her crotch, and I realized fromthat andfrom her stiff nipples that the combination of expectation andcarefully localized friction had my lady ready for me now! At anothertime, I might have taken advantage of that... but I wantedto see hercovered in gooey frosting first!She lay down on the table, which she'd also covered toprotect it; Iused the remnants of her wrapping to secure her wrists andankles tothe table legs. She hadn't expected it, but didn'tstruggle until Iwas done, and then only a token amount... the plastic wrapwould havegiven way under a real effort, but it was all part of thegame, andshe was having as much fun as I was.I unearthed the dozen cans of 'extra creamy' chocolatefrosting frommy bag of supplies... too much, probably, but better tohave extrathan not enough! A kitchen drawer supplied a largespatula, and Iscooped out the first gob.A disappointed look appeared on her face as she saw thespatula. "Couldn't you find a *better way to smear me with thatstuff?"Well, her wish was my command! I scooped frosting from thespatulato my hand, filled my other hand with the rest of the can,and slapped my laden palms aganist her belly. They beganmoving in ever-increasing circles over her stomach and sides."The man doesn't even put his sticky hands on my breasts,"shegrumbled as I scooped more chocolate into my hands andonto her body. "I guess I have to start issuing written invitations.""Not so!" I responded. Giving up on keeping anything tidy, I'dfinished with the chocolate, and retrieved a few cans ofvanilla fromthe bag. "I'm just looking for a bit of contrast here!"As the vanilla was applied to her breasts, she began tomoan andshift around on the table, tugging at her bonds."Unnhhh... yes...that's better," she sighed. A bit of work with the spatularesultedin a pair of nice circular lines defining the borderbetween the twoflavors."Not done *yet," I said. I collected another handful ofvanilla andgently but firmly shoved it into her conveniently accessible crotch. Handwork and spatula work gave her a vanilla g-string, though theeffort wasn't made any easier by her excited squirming."Are you done?" she gasped."Nope... still have to do the face," I smiled as I openedthe lastfew cans. She bit her lip. "Oh, noo... I don't want to wait, comeon, comeon!" "Sorry, honey. The only sure faster way would be tothoroughly pieyou."She nodded. "Okay, I like that idea!" "So do I - but I didn't bring any. Here you go!""You - mmmph!" she finished as a glob of fudge droppedover herhastily closed mouth. I took even more care here: didn'twant to cutoff breathing or sight, and I delicately avoided gettingany in herhair. The result,after careful smoothing, was a dark shinybrownface split with twinkling blue eyes and a gleaming white grin, andnicely framed by her soft brown hair.A spritz of chocolate-flavored spray cream topped eachnipple andthe frosting just over her crotch. I inserted a fewbirthday candlesinto the inexpensive little flower-shaped holders thatkeep waxdrippings away from the confection, and wrote, "HappyBirthday!" to myself in pink icing on her chest."Light 'em and make a wish, dummy," she smiled. "Afterall, youdont want your cake to cool down, do you?"I lit the candles, picked up a towel, and used it to snapmyselfsome pictures for later. "I saw *this coming," shecommentedsardonically."Yep - got my wish in record time!" I blew out thecandles, knockedthem aside, and was on top of her. She broke her wristbonds andpushed me back long enough to rip aside the apron I'dcompletelyforgotten about in my heat, then, as I moved my face downto get ather crotch, she pulled me back onto herself. "No way, mister... Iwant you inside me now!!!"I complied. As hot as we'd both become, we didn't last long. I camefirst, butmy few remaining thrusts afterwards were enough to bringher along. I eased myself out of her, remaining cuddled close, andlicked herface playfully. "Mmm, you are a tasty dish, my love," I breathed intoher ear. Suddenly, I felt her hand playing about my cockand balls, as she started nibbling on my ear, and using another trickor twoguaranteed to bring me toa quick recharge. "Honey, whatare youdoing?""You mean you can't tell?" she giggled. "Loosen my feet,hun."I did so, and she got up, taking me by the hand. In thesparebedroom was an incredible sight - she'd taken the sheetsof thematress and replaced them with plastic, then frosted thewhole top ofthe bed in the same brand and flavor of frosting I'dbought! The pillows had been slipped into garbage bags and replaced, with thewords "Happy Birthday to ME!!" written large enough tocover themwith several tubes of icing. "Did you forget, I've alwayscelebrated*my birthday this same day? 'One of the wonderfulcoincidences aboutus', I believe you used to tell me in e-mail." She laughed. I walked toward the display. "Good grief! This must havetaken you- whoof!"She'd tripped me! She tripped me, and given me a bit of ashovetoo, so I flew forward onto the bed and landed face first. My headhit the pillows, so I only got a green smear of icing onmy face, butfrom neck to toes I was coated in goo."A much quicker way to cover someone, to be sure!" shecrowed intriumph. I heard the camera click a few times, then shehelped meroll over, and took a few more. I discovered why mybirthday bed was even softer than usual... there had been a thin layer ofyellow cakeunder all that. Now, I was sticky front and back from theneck down, and had icing in my hair. I looked up, and she hadstraddled me... aheavily piled cream pie in her hand."Oh, lord," I moaned."Hold still and take it like a man!" she ordered with awild grin.At least four inches of cream and chocolate landed on myface. As Iwiped it away from my eyes and nose, more landed on mybody from anearby table. I closed my eyes as I felt squish aftersquish on myalready thickly-coated body. When I opened them during apause in theaction, she was ecstatically applying two more to her ownbreasts, and I leaned over to grab a third for her face. As sheblinked thataway, another cream pie arrived in her crotch... shelaughed andgently did the same to me with a (luckily) particularlydeep one."Now, then, I hope you last a little longer this time -'cause thisis *my birthday present!" She settled down and let meslide into her. Between our combined arousal and the gunge covering us, Islipped inquicker than either of us expected, and we both releasedgaspy moans. When she could, she started rocking up and down, and myown hips soonjoined the dance. This time, there was no urgency, however- ourhands played in the slime on our bodies, our tonguesplayed aroudfaces and nipples, and our lips met frequently. Slowly, thrillingly,we built to a peak, and this time reached it together.Exhausted, she collapsed beside me, rolling away andincidentallycovering her own back. We were only touching by graspinghands, yetafter the experience we'd just had, that was as intimateas completebody contact. Finally, she sighed. "When's our next birthday?""A year from now.""I was afraid of that." "I do get paid again in two weeks."She rolled over to smile at me. "And... it's gotta be*somebody'sbirthday then. Right?"I winked back at her. "Far be it from us not to observe abirthdayas important as... whoever's."She scooped cream from my chest and flicked it at me. "I love you, sweetie. Happy Birthday." |