N and I have an annual tradition of inviting some of our kinky and kink-friendly friends out for a Labor Day BBQ. It’s a small, relaxed gathering. Depending on the year it can be vanilla, have sexy undertones, or be totally kinky.
(Last year my mother visited on Labor Day weekend. We kept that BBQ vanilla.)
My birthday falls around Labor Day every year, and this year I happened to publish my first erotic book, Under Order, on my birthday. N wanted to celebrate the two events. I didn’t object. After copious amounts of ‘birthday sex’, N snuggled me close and whispered in my ear: “No more cumming until the barbeque.”
I shivered against his body. The next three days I spent a lot of time daydreaming about what would happen on Monday. Luckily, as always, I had plenty of things to busy myself with and kept myself distracted with writing and a huge project I’m doing for a long-time client.
On Sunday we made the preparations. I harvested lots of garden veggies for grilling and salads, cooked up the stuff that we could prepare ahead of time, and N did the dirty work of getting the chickens ready for the BBQ (we raise our own… I usually avoid having any part in the ‘processing’ of them). We stuck our last box of homebrew in the fridge and did a quick wine run. Since N and I live so far out, we rarely get the opportunity to host a gathering. So, we go kind of crazy. Every year I make way more food than necessary and send our friends home with huge amounts of leftovers.
By early evening we had everything prepared and ready for grilling. All my side dishes were done, and the peach pies would just need a half hour in the oven before being served.
I get really hyper [read: annoying] when I’m tired out and excited. Since N knows me well, he saw it coming. I got the ‘leave me the hell alone, Sade,’ look and he went off to read by himself. Luckily the hyperness usually yields to exhaustion fairly quickly. I drank one of our beers – this batch was an IPA that turned out really nice – and continued cleaning and finding things to do to prepare. Finally, sleep won, and I collapsed into bed.
N woke me up early. “Go shower and then come back to me,” he said as he pulled all of the covers off me.
I quickly bathed, then combed my hair, dried off, and returned to him naked.
He was already dressed. He had shaved his ridiculous mustache and looked handsome in his khakis and red t-shirt. I wanted him to fuck me right then, but knew he wouldn’t. Sex would have to wait.
“Kneel,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I dropped to his feet and looked up to him, waiting.
He carefully took the thin collar I wear off my neck. It’s really more of a symbolic collar; a short necklace to any casual observer. He replaced it with a thick black leather collar that fits snugly around my neck. I felt it with my hands when he had it in place. Whenever he replaces my collar with one that is more… obvious… I immediately feel even more submissive. It puts me into a different frame of mind.
N touched my face gently, looking down at me fondly. “Guess who is coming to give you a birthday spanking?” he asked.
I felt my eyes grow wide. Syd is a monster of a man. He’s nearly seven feet tall and big. He smacked my ass once at a party just to demonstrate that his hands were large enough to leave a mark that covered both of my butt cheeks. I swallowed hard as I pictured myself over his huge lap.
N was grinning. “Okay. We have some stuff to do before they start arriving. I told them all to get here anytime after eleven. Amy’s coming early.”
… continued in Sexy Labor Day (Part 2) …