Original fiction
Rating: R, adult themes, BDSM culture, no explicit sex
Birthday: a drabble novella
I was anxious about going home, but whether it was from wanting to get there as soon as possible or from wanting to stall and drag the commute out, I couldn't tell. I knew that Sir wanted to give me my birthday present tonight, and let's just say my idea of great birthday presents and his idea don't always coincide. Like, two years ago, he gave me to two of his Dom friends for the weekend of my birthday. I still haven't figured out if that was the best birthday of my life so far, or I never want him to do that again -- a little bit of both, I suppose. So here I am, heading home from work on a Friday, wondering if my present is going to last all weekend, like that one, and if I'm going to like it or not.
"I've reheated you some stew, boy. Eat it and take a nap. We're going out tonight and I want you well rested."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for the stew, Sir."
Sir woke me up two hours later, telling me to get dressed. He was already in boots, jeans, chaps, vest, and cap. He had laid out for me my leather short-shorts and a harness that was more chain than leather. As I was lacing my boots up, Sir set a collar and leash next to me.
"Keep track of those."
"Do you want me to wear them, Sir?" I was already starting to undo my regular collar.
He knocked my hands away from my neck. "No. I would have told you if that's what I wanted."
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
The bar wasn't very crowded, as it was still reasonably early in the evening.
"Here." Sir handed me some money. "Walk five times around the main bar at dirge pace, then buy two diet cokes and a water. I'll be on the patio."
"Yes, Sir." I was baffled, but knew better than to ask questions.
When I got out to the patio with the drinks, I found Sir sitting in a chair with a cute boy kneeling between his legs. Obviously my birthday present involved a lesson in avoiding jealousy. Well, I had passed that course before; if Sir felt I needed a refresher, I'd pass again. The boy was completely naked except for a t-back leather jock, knee pads, and what looked like black mittens on his hands. Sir pushed him gently on the shoulder to get him to turn around as I walked up. The boy went down on all fours as he turned to face me, and I could see that Sir's jeans weren't open or even wet. That made me curious.
"Sit down and pour the water in the bowl by your feet, boy." Sir said, as I handed him his soda. I noticed a stainless steel dog bowl by the leg of the chair Sir was pointing to. As I poured the water in it, the puppy boy came over and sniffed my hand. I sat down while the puppy had a few swallows of water, and then he started rubbing my legs, trying to get me to pet him. As I scratched behind his ears, I kept my voice casual, and said, "So, you're getting a puppy, Sir?"
"Am I the one holding the leash and collar, boy?"
"Sir? Oh! You mean…?" I had draped the leash and collar Sir had given me around my neck in order to carry the drinks, and seeing the cute boy/puppy had made me completely forget about them. (Okay, I'm better at not expressing jealousy than at not feeling it.)
"You've been really good about being more responsible, boy. Do you think I can trust you to take care of a puppy?"
"Oh, yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
As I put the collar on my new puppy, I realized Sir always gives me the perfect birthday presents.
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