Birthday Slave

1 - Happy Birthday

"Happy birthday, Baby," I said as I rolled over and kissed Marcus on the forehead, wrapping my arms around him. He tried not to smile as I shook him awake. "C'mon, it's your birthday. Let's go!" I told him, desperate to tell him about his birthday surprise. "It's also Saturday Baylee!" he replied, pulling the covers over his face.

He can't stay mad at me, he never does. We've been together since we were eighteen and were married at twenty-two. Everyone told us we'd never last, we were too young, but we knew better. Our connection is incredible and my love for him is deeper than the deepest oceans. Here we are, 12 years later, about to spend the day together celebrating Marcus' 30th birthday.

"If you come down and have breakfast with me, I'll tell you what your birthday surprise is," I promised as I continued to rock him awake. "OK, OK, I give up, let's eat," he said, knowing that I wouldn't give up until he obliged. 

We headed out to the kitchen and I instructed Marcus to sit at the table whilst I made him breakfast, oats with banana, strawberries and blueberries, his favourite. I placed the bowl down on the table, handed him his spoon and kissed him on the head before heading back to the kitchen for his coffee.

I grabbed my peanut butter on toast, and my green tea and joined Marcus at the table.

"So, what's this big birthday surprise you have for me?" Marcus asked, spooning his oats and fruit into his mouth. "Well," I started, "we've been together for a really long time now." He nodded in agreeance. "I was thinking and thinking about what I could buy you for your birthday, and nothing really stood out to me," I continued. "So, I thought, what if I gave you me?" 

Marcus was looking confused now, "what do you mean?" "I mean that I will be your slave for the day," I replied. "What, like you'll clean, and get things for me?" He attempted to clarify. "I could do that, but I was thinking more along the lines of being...your...sex slave."

Marcus almost spat out his coffee, stopping to stare directly at me, still trying to comprehend what I was offering.

Marcus and I have a pretty healthy s*x life; however, I would say he has always been a little more adventurous in the bedroom than me. I've always known there's things he'd like to try, but whenever I ask him, he tells me he'll do whatever I want. 

I want today to be the day that he can do the things he's always wanted, and where I can give him what he's been too afraid to ask for. I really love him, and I would do anything to make him happy. I wanted his birthday to be memorable and figured this would be better than a watch or some boxers.

"What do you mean 's*x slave'?" he asked, still trying to make sense of it. "I mean, whatever you want. Today is your day, don't waste it!" I told him with a wink. He returned to his oats, and I could see he was pondering my proposition. 

"Anything I want?" He looked up from his breakfast again. "Your wish is my command. Anything you've ever wanted to do but have been too afraid to ask, today's the day." I told him as seductively as I could, confirming I was up for the challenge. He took a deep breath and told me he would think about what he wanted whilst he finished his breakfast. 

We finished eating and headed to the bathroom to brush our teeth. Marcus moved from the bathroom, into our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. "So, if I tell you to suck my d**k, you'll do it, no questions asked?" He queried.