You wake late again, sleep fading slowly. This is the one perk to the later shifts you’ve been working: the leisurely morning wake-ups. You look at the clock and see the pattern of numbers “10:28” and smile, the 28 reminding you that today is your birthday. You stretch, then catch yourself, worried (and maybe hoping), needlessly, that you will be caught and tormented again. Looking around you see a lump under the sheets beside you.
Conflicted with worry, excitement, and curiosity, you take a breath and peel back the covers. The faint smell hits you first and you smile. Under the sheet is a large bouquet of daisies, your favourite flower. It looks like there’s at least two dozen of them and you know without counting that he gave you exactly 28.
The envelope is simply addressed “Allie” with a flourish underneath, so typical of him. The card inside contains the following note:
Happy Birthday Allie!
I know that the last couple of days have been hard on you and I’m proud that you
have handled it so well. Your patience will soon pay off as I have a very special gift
for you after work. Downstairs, you will find two boxes. Each one contains part of
your gift and instructions. Follow them exactly and I will see you tonight.
As always, there was no signature, there being no need for one. You’re left wondering at so much—what does he have planned? How does he sneak in like this without waking me? Will I ever get to satisfy this need that’s been growing for the last few days?
Too eager to wait, you throw a robe on quickly over your night clothes and dash off to the kitchen. On the counter you see two boxes, each about a foot in each dimension. One is silver with gold ribbon and a large gold bow, the other is gold with a large silver ribbon and bow. There is a big tag on each. The one on the silver box has a large number “1” on it with the word “Morning” on it. The other has a large “2” with the word “Evening”.
You tear the ribbon off the silver box, excited to open your first present of the day. Inside you see your vibrator with a ribbon and bow around it (cute but kind of corny), an envelope labelled “Read Me”, and your TV remote. Baffled how these objects could relate, you open the note.
Your first gift is a video. You will go to the couch, sit down, and play with yourself
while watching it. You will not cum but I expect you to come as close as you dare. I
have included your favourite vibe and a fresh set of batteries to help you out.
Happy Birthday!
“Oh great—porn” you think, a little disappointed that he would be so droll. You dutifully head over to the couch, take the ribbon off the vibe, bare yourself, and push play.