Miss’ Pet Receives A Birthday Orgasm

I love Saturdays.

Friday is the end of the work week, and technically the start the weekend, when I get to serve my Miss at Her house.

But Saturday is the day I get to wake up at Her feet, and spend an entire day with Her, before heading back to my dreary apartment on Sunday only to starting the monotony of weekday life all over again.

And this Saturday is extra special. Not only because it’s my 50th birthday, but because Miss Claudia has promised that I’ll finally get to cum. It’s been six months since Miss allowed me my last orgasm, and that was only a ruined one. My cock has never felt so hard.

She ensures I’m only allowed orgasms very sparingly— only 3 or 4 a year, at Her whim. And most of those, by far, are ruined. She permits a full orgasm so infrequently we call them Special Orgasms. In the last five years I’ve had three special orgasms. And the last one was over three years ago.

I wasn’t expecting a Birthday orgasm — Miss has never allowed me an orgasm on my Birthday before. “Your orgasms are for My pleasure only, not yours, pet,” She would always say to me.

Yet last Sunday before I dressed to return home, She had me sit with Her. She sat in Her favorite spot on the sectional, and I sat in my usual spot, on my haunches on the floor by her feet, looking up at Her.

“Pet, your special day is closer. Next week. I want you to dream of a Special Orgasm for your gift. Savor the anticipation. I promise you it will be an orgasm you’ll never forget.”

To say I’m looking forward to today’s orgasm is the understatement of the century.

———

I woke at roughly the same time Miss did. Lying at the foot of Her bed on top of the covers, fully nude, while Miss slept under, wearing a full two-piece silk pajamas and socks.

“Good morning pet,” Miss purred, clearing the sleep from her voice. “Aren’t you simply buzzing with anticipation?”

“Good morning Miss Claudia. I am very excited. But I guess that’s obvious just looking at Your little guy,” I gestured down to my large erection, standing nearly straight out from my body.

“Good, pet. I have a few surprises in store for you too. I want today to be very memorable for you. Let me just use the bathroom and then I’ll let you outside so you can do your business.”

“I could always take care of that for You right here, Miss Claudia. If uh You wanted… y’know, to speed things up?”

“Thanks for the offer pet, but you know I have no interest in using you as my toilet. But I’m more than happy to watch you pee outside. It always gives me a thrill to see you outside without clothes. Especially when you’re being a good puppy for me. Go wait for me by the back door.”

Miss Claudia loves watching me pee, including controlling when, where, and how I’m allowed to relieve myself, but She doesn’t share my interest in pee drinking. I’ve tried for years to persuade Her to allow me to drink Her nectar, but She always rebuffs me.

So I have satisfied myself by following Her (increasingly strict) rules for my own pee habits. It started off only being allowed to touch my cock by the head with my forefinger and thumb at the urinals. But eventually urinals were forbidden altogether, and I was only allowed to sit down to pee, without touching my cock at all.

And then ultimately, that too became too lenient, and toilets themselves were no longer allowed, except for twice a day at work. Otherwise, if I was at my apartment I had to pee in the tub, or if I was at Miss Claudia’s I was only allowed to pee outside, naked and on all fours like a puppy.

Fortunately I’m still allowed to use a toilet to poop. Most of the time, anyway. Once as punishment for cumming without permission, I was forced to poop on a training mat in my bathroom for a week. And occasionally She encourages me to poop outside when I’m at Her place; just because She can.

It only feels like a few minutes before Miss joins me in the kitchen by the back door. I remove the apron I had donned — the only clothing I’m expected to wear at Miss’ house. It is a small white lace half-circle of an apron, no more than 6 inches long at its peak.

Wordlessly She walks out into the backyard, expecting me to follow, and takes a seat on the outdoor deck furniture. I follow behind and carry on to one of the half-dozen old oak trees littering Her backyard.

I squat down next to the tree on hands and knees and pee, for Miss’ enjoyment. When the stream of urine slows to a trickle then a dribble, I shake my hips causing my cock to flop wildly, throwing off the last few drops of pee.

Enjoying the sensation on my cock, I begin to more vigorously thrust my hips back and forth, and my cock slaps against my belly, becoming hard once again.

Miss Claudia interrupts my air fucking with a smile, “charles, my pet, thank you for the show, but don’t forget it’s not time for you to cum yet.”

Reluctantly I halt my fucking, and stand back up, with my hard-on and an apologetic look on my face. “Sorry Miss Claudia, I got carried away.”

“It’s alright pet. Why don’t you go make our breakfast.”

I head inside and make scrambled eggs for us both. I set hers on a plate at the kitchen table, and I place mine in my food bowl on the floor. Then I pour her a glass of orange juice, and pour some orange juice into a second bowl on the floor for me.

She sits down and begins eating, after complimenting me on how good it looks.

I crouch down to begin having my breakfast, when the doorbell rings.

“Ah splendid. The first our our guests are arriving! Go let them in, pet!”

Guests, plural? I’m shocked. Miss rarely has visitors when I’m here, and never more than one, and She has always given me ample warning in advance.

I open the door and recognize Mistress Mina. I know my place, and that with Miss’ guests I’m never to speak unless spoken to. Mistress Mina ignores my presence and heads straight to the kitchen to greet Her friend.

I’m about to follow Her when there is another ring of the doorbell. I see Miss Susan, and gesture Her in. Following behind Her, tugged by the leash in Her hand is the largest Great Dane I have ever seen. Miss Susan turns to it and commands it to “sit.” It obediently complies. “Good boy, King, good boy.” She removes the leash and hands it to me to hang up in the closet.

Then with another simple command “come” it follows Her into the kitchen.

Three more guests arrive, and join the others in the kitchen. None acknowledge me in any way, save for Miss June, who lifts my apron up to look at my cock, and traces one fingernail along the underside of my erection.

When I’m finally able to join them I see that King has eaten my breakfast and drank most of my morning juice.

Miss Claudia addresses the assembled group of Misses and Mistresses. “As you are all aware, today is a very special day. It is my subby slut’s 50th birthday, today. And to celebrate it, he is going to entertain us. I promised him he would get to enjoy a very special orgasm today. And he will. But first… let’s go into the backyard. Leave the apron on pet. I want everybody remembering you’re my sissy subby.”

I’m a little disappointed I must keep the apron on. Truthfully it doesn’t hide much, but I do enjoy showing off Miss’ little guy to others without obstruction. My mood remains buoyant knowing I’m going to get to cum soon.

We all head outside into the back yard, with the ladies gathered around me in a circle. I see a few phones come out to record the proceedings.

“Before we begin, charles, I want to remind you that you do have a safe word. You may use it at any point and we will take a break. Please tell everyone your safe word now.”

“Uh, ‘vanilla.’ It’s ‘vanilla.’”

“Thank you, pet. Everybody here will respect that. Now, my pet has long tried to convince me to use him as a urinal. It’s never been of interest to me, until now. Lie down pet.”

It’s now that a realize exactly what Miss Claudia is wearing. A knee-length skirt. And probably no panties. Something that would make it incredibly convenient for her to just squat down and pee without removing. My heart races. I’ve dreamed of this moment, but my dreams never included an audience.

Miss Claudia walks over and straddles me, still standing. She looks down at me and says gently, so only I can hear “I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I want you to swallow as much as you can. Show my friends what an obedient subby you are. Make me proud.”

I nod, excitedly.

“Susan, can I have your help please.” My Miss steps to the side of me as Miss Susan comes to stand on my other side. I’m a little confused about what is happening.

“King, here boy. Come here King.” The dog obediently trots over and stands above me head, raising one leg.

My eyes go wide with shock and panic. I look to Miss Claudia, opening my mouth to give voice to my protest, but She gives me a stern warning look. I understand the assignment, and reluctantly open my mouth wide.

The first blast of the dog’s piss hits me in my eyes, but I quickly correct and move my head to catch the stream in my mouth. It is strong and pungent, and fills my mouth quickly. I swallow as fast as I can, but it’s not enough to catch all the dog’s piss before it spills down my neck and over my shoulders. Thankfully none lands on my apron.

After nearly a full minute, the dog’s piss slows to a dribble, then finally a stop. I close my eyes and swallow the last remnants of piss in my mouth. Throughout the ordeal only a few small droplets landed on my small apron. I reek of piss, but I take solace that I did it, and it’s over.

I hear Miss Claudia saying “Good boy,” and smile at the praise, until I hear her finish, “good boy, King. He’s so well trained. You must be very proud of him Susan.”

“Thank you. His obedience is part of what makes him such a good stud dog.”

“A stud dog? I shouldn’t be surprised. He looks like quite the alpha male. How often do you breed him?”

“I try and schedule multiple sessions a day, if I can, but no longer than every other day if I can at all help it. He tends to get a bit antsy if he goes too long without mounting a bitch. Frankly I’m pleasantly surprised he’s doing as well as he is today. We’ve had a series of unfortunate cancellations this week. It’s been nearly five days since I last bred him.”

“Oh, the poor guy. His balls must be feeling so uncomfortably full. It sounds like he’s long overdue for a release.”

I can’t help but open my eyes and stare wildly at King, with a mix of incredulity, jealousy, and trepidation. Surely Miss is joking. Long overdue, after five days?? I haven’t cum for over five months!!

Miss meets my eyes, and addresses me directly.

“Pet, I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not going to take your orgasm away. Only one pet is getting to cum at this party!”

I relax, hearing Miss put my sudden fear to rest.

“So I’ll leave it up to you to decide who you think is more deserving of an orgasm: King, an alpha stud who regularly mounts bitches; or you, charles, who’s dick hasn’t felt the inside of a pussy in nearly a decade. Now, make the more deserving pet cum.”

This is very clearly a test. One I had failed earlier when I didn’t immediately and enthusiastically accept King’s piss. As desperate as I am to cum, I’m more desperate to please Miss Claudia. I don’t want to further embarrass Her in front of Her friends.

I sit up and reach out to touch King’s large heavy balls.

“No, pet. Your hands are far too rough. Use your mouth.”

A brief pause, with closed eyes to accept the public degradation I’m about to endure for my Miss, then I scoot close to King, and extend my tongue to lick the dog’s balls. I’ve never even touched human balls (other than my own). King’s are hairy and heavily musk-scented. I suck them into my mouth one after the other and roll them around, to encourage the dog’s cock to emerge from its sheath.

It doesn’t take long. King just stands there, expectantly, while his erection grows. Recalling long distant memories of how I used like blowjobs, I lick and slurp at the tip of the dog’s cock. I’m rewarded with a surprise spurt or two of precum, painting my face.

I want to avoid deep-throating the dog, so I focus my tongue’s assault on the tip of his dick, but I’m not able to keep it in my mouth.

I know Miss expects me to swallow King’s cum — I long ago promised to swallow any and all cum presented to me. It’s my own fault I forgot to limit it to human cum. I could still use my safe word, of course, but pleasing Miss Claudia is my main concern, and if I have to lick and suck a dog’s cock, and swallow its cum for Her sake, I will.

King shoots more precum at my face, drenching my hair. I didn’t plan on knotting, but King had other ideas. The dog takes one large thrust and shoves his cock down my throat and his knot past my teeth, wedging itself in my mouth. I feel it pulse as it shoots rope after rope of cum directly into my stomach, joining his piss from earlier. My only consolation is the cum bypasses my tongue so I don’t have to taste it.

The dog’s cock stuck in my mouth momentarily has me panicking but I quickly relax and breathe through my nose. My own cock, meanwhile, is untouched but the hardest it’s ever been in my life, easily propping up my apron and showing itself to everyone.

I count a whopping 34 spurts from King’s cock before it stops. The knot still stays engorged and there’s nothing to do but wait. I reflect on how King clearly is the alpha of the two of us, and how he made my mouth his bitch. And how Miss Claudia’s unspoken demand was right — King deserves to cum more than I do, even on my own birthday. And how a half dozen people personally witnessed me sucking a dog’s cock and swallowing its cum—with video recorded evidence.

While King and I were still knotted together, Miss Susan pets King on the head and calls him a good boy. Miss Claudia crouches beside me and pets my head. “Good boy, pet. Your choice pleased me. I promised you would enjoy a special orgasm today, I just never said who’s orgasm you would be enjoying” as she stroked one finger along my titanium-hard erection, “but it looks like you enjoyed that very much, my little dog-cum slut.”

A few minutes later, the swelling of King’s knot reduced enough that he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving a thin trail of cum across my tongue and down my chin.

The party continued for several more hours during which I acted as waiter: fetching drinks and snacks as required, but not once being acknowledged directly.

Whenever I needed to pee, it would be in the backyard for the entire audience, after begging Miss Claudia for permission to. Likewise when King needed to pee, I was called into service to lay underneath him.

After the party was over, Miss Susan and King were the last ones to leave.

“Susan, would you like King serviced again before you go?” Miss Claudia asked.

“Yes, Claudia, that would be wonderful. Thank you for offering.”

“My pleasure. Its the least we could do. No trouble at all.”

Then turning to address me, for the first time in hours. “Come find us when you’re done sucking off King, my new dog-cum slut. We’ll be in the living room, with much to discuss. Oh, and don’t swallow until you’ve showed me all his cum in your mouth.”

It took me a moment to recover from the shock at the highly casual way I was just ordered to suck off a dog. What still left me stunned though was that I wasn’t sucking off a dog for Miss’ viewing pleasure — She wouldn’t even be in the same room! She told me to suck off a dog, and just left, fully confident I would do it.

And She was right.

I looked at King, who had just flopped down, rolled onto his back, and looked at me expectantly, his cock already starting to emerge from its sheath.

There’s almost something Pavlovian about King’s behavior.

No point in delaying. Remembering Miss Claudia’s earlier remonstration not to use my hands, I crawl over on hands and knees, so I can bring my mouth low enough to reach King’s cock. I’m thankful I don’t need to engulf his furry balls this time, so I focus on licking the length of his cock as it grows out of his sheath.

Probably owing to King’s more relaxed pose this time, he doesn’t shove his cock fully into my mouth when his knot grows. I’m as ready as I can be when the dog’s cock fully erupts. I’m not able to contain all of his cum in my mouth, there’s just too much of it. My mouth is full, and still it liberally coats my face.

Having finished his second climax of the day, King gets up and goes in search of his owner, while I do the same for mine, being careful to keep my mouth open and my head tilted back to not spill any more of King’s seed.

I find Miss Claudia and Miss Susan just where She said they’d be, in the living room. King has already gotten there and is sitting heeled by Miss Susan’s feet.

I decide to follow King’s lead and sit on the floor by Miss Claudia’s feet, patiently waiting for Her to acknowledge me presence so I can finally swallow the dog cum floating in my mouth.

Miss Claudia is clearly finishing their conversation. “Consider it done, Susan. Thank you for coming, and for bringing our Guest of Honor, King.”

They both stand up, and Miss Claudia pats King on the back while scratching behind his ears. “And thank you for coming, buddy, and for cumming again. Whose a good boy? Yes, you are. We’ll talk soon Susan, good night.”

And with that, Miss Claudia and I were alone again.

“Before you’re allowed to swallow there are two things I want to deal with.

“First, Susan and I had a very productive chat while you were otherwise engaged. I’ve given Susan your number and told her she’s welcome to use your mouth anytime King needs relief, day or night. Any time but your working hours, of course. Except your lunch hour … in fact I told her that’s the ideal time to use you, because King will make sure you always leave with a full belly. Expect her to call… often.

“Secondly, it was so hot seeing you willingly submit yourself to a dog just to make me happy. Knowing how thoroughly I own you makes me so horny. Knowing you’ll suck off Susan’s dog whenever she calls you — it is such a turn on seeing you be the dirtiest of sluts for me.

“I need to cum immediately! Wait, no, not by you. You smell like dog piss and dog cum and I want you to continue smelling like that until you’re back at your apartment tomorrow evening, to remind you of what you are now: a dog cum-slut.

“You’re not getting anywhere near my pussy tonight. But you may watch me cum. You’ll watch me cum, then you’ll tidy up the remnants of the party, while I retire to bed. Then you may swallow the dog cum, and sleep on the kitchen tiles.

“I want you to savor the taste of it the whole while it’s in your mouth. Swish it around. Think about its aroma, its texture. Think about how it starts to congeal the longer it sits without being swallowed.

“And lastly I want you to think about how it feels that King got to cum more times today, during your birthday no less, than you have this entire year.

“And remind yourself that’s exactly how it should be. King is an alpha, and you are not. But you are fulfilling your potential, as a submissive slut, and you’re very good at it. You’re my submissive slut.

“Happy birthday pet.”