The Birthday Treat

[starbrightnight]

Hi, I hope some people might like my account.

It was my birthday and my wife, Lucy, had arranged a special treat for me. I was to be a maid at a party to which she had invited some close friends and work colleagues.

We had prepared for the event weeks in advance. I had let my naturally fair hair grow out, and Lucy, trimmed it and styled it into a short bob before putting a blonde rinse through it. Then she applied my make-up: loads of eyeliner and mascara, the eyebrows plucked and penciled in black, blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick.

Next the outfit - a maid’s costume from the local sex shop which came with a ridiculous little frilly apron and cap. This over black seamed stockings covering my smooth, newly shaved legs, lemon yellow frilly panties and bra and a pair of black 4 inch heels, which I had been in training for weeks to walk in, and which I just managed to totter about in without falling over. Once dressed I gazed in the mirror - what a ridiculous, risible slut I was. What a completely tragic slapper.

On the night of the party I was so excited. As the guests arrived I answered the door to each of them with a curtsey as I had been instructed. Soon I was lost in the heady glamour of their femininity - drunk on the expensive perfumes, silky hairstyles and discreetly sexy clothes. They in turn greeted with me with amused contempt. In her new job Lucy was moving in different, socially higher circles than I was used to or was comfortable with. Yes, they knew all about me …………..

They sat chatting as I served drinks. My arousal was more intensely heightened as I leaned over to hand Lucy’s boss Helena a drink and I felt my balls being gently scratched and then groped by a long finger nailed hand. Everyone laughed at the bulge in my skirt, and I was desperate for release but Lucy had told me that I wouldn’t be allowed to cum during the whole evening. They continued to grope me as I served dinner, my hardness being a constant source of mirth as the wine flowed so fast that I had a lot of trouble keeping everyone’s glass topped up. By the end of the meal I was completely knackered and my feet and legs ached through walking so much in the heels.

I think that we should serve Tim dinner, Helena said, she deserves a break after all her hard work.

I was so grateful to take the proffered seat, and for the thought of something to eat since I was starving. However, my relief was short lived as my hands were quickly tied behind my back with a pair of tights and my ankles tied to the chair. Lauren, a gorgeous young blond secretary, lifted her skirt and wriggled out of her knickers much to my eye popping astonishment as I got a quick glimpse of her light brown pubes. The knickers were then balled up and thrust in my mouth with the damp gusset inwards so I could taste her womanly essence.

I haven’t managed to change them today, she laughed.

Then , as if at a pre-arranged signal the week old black bin - liner of rubbish was brought in from the garden, my maid’s cap removed, and the bag’s contents ceremoniously tipped over my head. I could hardly breath as my hair, nose and ears were clogged with the rotting vegetables, rancid pork fat, mouldy baked beans and the rest of the stinking rubbish. Then a dozen rotten eggs were produced that had been thrown out and these were broken over my head, and my skirt lifted to much giggling and eggs broken inside my knickers. Then my shoes were taken off one by one and eggs broken inside them before they were replaced on my feet. Someone then suggested the cat’s litter tray, which I hadn’t got round to emptying for a few days, and this was duly bought in and tipped over my head and rubbed into my stinking hair by someone who had donned rubber kitchen gloves.

They all knew how much I hated smoking and of my obsession with physical fitness. My marathon running to raise money for charity was a common cause of merriment in Lucy’s office.

He criticizes me smoking but then I caught him looking at some fetish photos of women smoking, Lucy said.

Typical male double standards, Helena answered, he needs to be taught a lesson.

Anyway, they all lit up and stood around me blowing smoke into my face. The knickers were pulled out of my mouth and a lighted cigarette thrust into it - I coughed and spluttered violently before it was removed. Then middle-aged PA Jackie pinched my nose and ordered me to open my mouth - which I did, and she flicked her ash into it. They all followed suit - using me as a human ashtray. When they had finished their cigarettes , chatting and gossiping as they did so as if all I was was a receptacle for their convenience, the real ashtray - overflowing with ash and lipsticked buts was picked up and a handful of its contents thrust into my mouth, while the rest was tipped over my head and rubbed in.

She must be thirsty, I heard a voice say. Yes, let’s give her our very special drink..
I could barely see through the muck but heard heels tapping towards the bathroom and then returning ten minutes later to much giggling. A flower vase filled with liquid was held before me with a straw which was put into my mouth. I had a good idea what the pale yellow liquid was and my fears were immediately confirmed as I tasted the warm, acrid liquid. I retched as I gulped down their pee - and was coldly instructed to drink it all down - while feeling incredibly turned on. So aroused at such abject humiliation.

Finally a plastic tub of bathroom tile adhesive was fetched and large globs gleefully applied to my hair and teased into a little pyramid, then my cap was replaced and the whole lot left to set. Then they all decided to go to the pub, after first replacing my knicker gag and blindfolding with a pair of tights me then leaving me alone. I sat in the darkness reflecting upon my humiliation - my exquisite humiliation. I was nothing more than a complete slut. This was what I so desired wasn’t it?

After about three hours I heard voices - but, alarmingly, not just female voices. The lights were switched on and I blinked. Look at the state of her - a rough male voice said.

You knew what you said you’d do , I heard my wife’s slurred, drunken voice

I’ll do it all right.

Then I felt a warm, beery smelling liquid jetting over my face which semed to go on forever, completely soaking me. Was that my final humiliation? To be pissed on by a bloke my wife had picked up in the pub. Well no, it wasn’t . My blindfold was pulled off - look and learn, I was instructed ,and I watched as my wife was stripped by male and female hands - groping her as they did so. Then she was put on the small coffee table on all fours with her arse facing towards me. Thus I got a graphic view as one of the men fucked her while the other stuck his cock into her willing mouth leering at me while he did so. Her moans indicated that she was far more turned on than she ever was with me. Then they all joined in in various permutations of sucking and fucking until my cock throbbed in sheer desperation and my balls ached with their unrequited load .

Then it was over, and everyone began to leave saying fond farewells while completely ignoring me. Lastly, I had to watch my wife leading one of the young blokes up the stairs to our bed while he fondled her naked bum.

I sat, dozing fitfully in my heightened state - wondering what the next day had in store for me in fearful -yet spinetingingly eager - anticipation.

[Hayley]

Mmmm...not sure which I'd rather be - you or your wife!

Great stuff. Lets have more gross, humiliating WAM, I say!

Love
Hayley - un-PC as ever xx

[starbrightnight]

Thanks Hayley - I'm so glad you liked it. You're writings have been inspirational to me and have turned me on so much over the years.

Starbrightnight xx

[matt2matt2002]

Wonderful writting. It covers everything(!) all of my desires and thoughts.
Any chance of making it all come true?

[starbrightnight]

Thanks Mat2Mat - I'm very pleased that you liked it.