Not Happy Birthday!



Beth grinned widely as she handed me the short stack of gifts. There were three all told, wrapped in a shiny, silvery gift-wrap and tied with wide, blue ribbons and bows. There were no tags, but of course none were really needed.

It was my birthday after all.

Twenty-one today as the old joke went; I was officially a man now. Not that I couldn't already pay taxes or get a driver's license or go to some God forsaken country to die in the spirit of democracy. Hell I could get married and make babies within the limits of the law, but today I could finally go into any store or bar and buy a drink. Not that I liked to drink, mind, but it was the principle of the thing. I was now legal.

Lucky me.

Beth's smile grew as I accepted the gifts from her, both of us sitting side by side on the couch in her parent's living room. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and wished me a 'happy birthday'. We were alone- through no little manipulation on Beth's part. Her parents were away for the weekend, three whole days, and she had convinced her sister to spend at least the first night of the long weekend at her friend's house. Like I said, lucky me.

I looked over to my girlfriend and thanked my stars once again. Beth was not beautiful- at least by society's magazine standards, but she was gorgeous to me, and far better than I had ever thought to do. She was sitting there on the far end of the plush sofa with her legs curled up beneath her and looking sexy as hell decked out in shades of blue; a striped turtleneck and form fitting jeans. She was just a bit plump, her cute cheeks wide and puffed out from her huge smile, enjoying the moment as I was about to open the gifts that she had bought. Her big brown eyes sparkled with delight as she watched me looking at the presents, flipping her shoulder length black hair back over her shoulder as she scooted a little closer-

"Start with the top one," she said leaning back again to watch with anxious anticipation. I smiled, nodding and knowing that she had probably spent way more than she should have as I held up the first package, fairly certain as to what it was. Beth did not have a job, despite the fact that she was eighteen and had tried once or twice. She just wasn't suited to work, and we had joked over the last few months that we had been a couple that she needed someone to simply take care of her and she had agreed. How she figured that might be me I had no idea.

I worked in a grocery store as a cashier and stocking shelves. The work was hard, but satisfying to me, as I liked to get dirty and work up a sweat from a job well done. The pay was decent, with benefits, and there was room for advancement eventually, but it was definitely not a job to get rich by. Beth knew that- having seen my take-home pay often enough- but still she stuck around. Maybe she loved me for me after all.

I made enough money to pay my bills; rent, gas, electricity and the like, keep my car running and insured and still have enough to keep us going and have some fun on the side. Beth and I went out quite a bit, regardless. Nothing extravagant mind you; movies and such, dinner on occasion, dancing at the local club where we first met. It was not the good life by any means, but we had a fun time I thought. At least I did, for the most part, and I thought she did too.

I opened the first gift, ripping through the paper and unwrapped a book that she knew I had wanted. I could have gotten it myself, but it was rather inexpensive and I knew that she was living off of the allowance that she got from her parents and it was within her meager price range. I leaned over and kissed her, holding my new book proudly and she gushed when I thanked her.

The next present was a CD; another thing I had mentioned and I was happy that she had paid attention. I kissed her again, thanking her and setting the CD aside as she leaned forward a bit, anxious for me to open the last box. It was small, wrapped in silver and blue like the others and I did not have the slightest clue as to what it might be. It looked to be a jewelry box, but she knew I didn't wear any; rings or necklaces- whatever. Jewelry tended to snag on the shelves at my job and I didn't even wear a wristwatch, preferring instead the mechanic's watch that dangled from my belt. I shook the box, holding it up to my ear and she giggled-

"Just open it," she said with a smirk, giving me a playful shove, and I did.

As expected there was a small white jeweler's box beneath the wrappings, and I opened that as well. Within, I was surprised to find a simple metal necklace, and holding it aloft dangled a silver dog tag. I don't know just what I expected to find within the box, but it was not that and as I looked from the tiny, twirling, metal tag to Beth's grinning face and back again I became more confused. It was a cheap gift, and I was touched that she had got it of course, but I had been expecting more I think-

"Read it," Beth said, adjusting her legs beneath her, letting one dangle over the edge of the sofa as she took the metal tag between her fingers and held it steady for me to see. I leaned in, staring at the tiny embossed type-

"Beth's" was all that it said. I looked up at her trying to match her smile, trying to hide my disappointment.

"You don't like it?" she said, her smile quickly fading as she leaned back again, obviously hurt by my reaction.

"No," I said quickly, slipping the chain through my fingers, looking at the tiny clasp. "It's great," I lied, forcing a smile.

"I wanted to get you something special," she sighed staring at me, "and these are all the rage. I got it at that little store outside of town; where they sell those 'videos'." I could see that she was disappointed by my reaction, her big eyes looking almost watery as she explained. She had made a special trip to the sex shop just beyond the city limits- looking for toys for me no doubt. I was touched.

"I just wanted everyone to know that you belonged to me. I can return it, I guess."

"No," I said, fingering the clasp, trying to unhook the little ball bearings from the cylinder that connected the two ends of the chain. Finally it popped free and I reached up and back, hooking the chain again behind my neck. It was a tight fit and I knew that it would never slip up over my head. "It's great," I said, holding up the tag now locked about my neck for her to see. I was really impressed that she had gone to so much effort. "I love it- because you gave it to me." My heart seemed to melt when she smiled again.

"Oh good," she said her wide grin returning quickly. "It looks great." Beth licked her lips, smirking as I stood. I knew that look, knew what was coming and I was getting excited and hard thinking about the fun yet to come.

"I need to take a leak," I said, smiling myself as I backed away. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," she purred, giving me a wink as I turned and hurried around the corner and down the hall.

Once in the bathroom I started to undress, anticipating a good long night of lovemaking. Beth had gotten her family out of the house to make my birthday a special one. Granted, we had had sex before- a lot actually, but it had always been rushed before her parents returned, or uncomfortable, either in my car or in my room with my housemate just on the other side of the wall. Now we had at least Friday night- all night alone. My dick sprang from my pants as I let them fall to the floor and I bit my cheek while thoughts of what was to come danced in my imagination.

I washed off in the sink, borrowing a wash rag, finally looking at my reflection in the mirror. I was not so bad looking I decided; tall and thin with brown, thinning hair already. I looked tired I noted, with bags under my eyes and pale, white skin exaggerated and washed in shadows from the bright overhead heat lamp. I stared at the dog tag dangling on the slim chain from my neck, smiling at Beth's thoughtfulness, watching it sparkle as it turned. It WAS a great gift I decided, because it was from her- the woman I loved. I would treasure it always, or at least as long as we were together. Right then I figured that would be forever.

I smoked a quick cigarette there in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and watching the smoke swirl skywards to be sucked away into the overhead fan. I felt tired, and just a little weak oddly, but I was not so exhausted to spend the night with Beth. I imagined her sprawled, naked on the couch and awaiting my pleasure. My dick got even harder at the thought, the images flashing in my mind's eye and I took a final drag from the cigarette, dropping the butt into the toilet bowl as I stood and flushed.

I felt a slight chill as I stepped naked into the dim hall once again. The carpeting under my bare feet was rough and cool as I padded down the corridor back towards the living room. I could hear that she had turned up the television, saw the flickering lights as the on screen scenes changed quickly. I took a breath and swallowed, rounding the corner with a smile all my own, expecting my lover to be waiting.

She was, but not as I had expected. She was sprawled on the couch, but she was sitting backed up against the far arm, reclining casually with her legs stretched out on the cushions and crossed at the ankles. She was wearing a pair of blue suede ankle boots that she knew I liked, and her foot twirled and twitched slightly as she flicked through the channels with the television's remote. In her other hand she held a can of beer, which she sipped from as she looked up at me, grinning again-

"You're naked." she gasped as her eyes got large, taking me in. My dick was stiff and standing at attention to see her there, and she in turn looked first to it, then to my face, grinning. To me I was huge, but I knew too that I had been left behind when God handed out cocks. It was a cruel joke; me being well over six feet tall and my penis barely five inches fully erect. Beth had never seemed to care. She licked her lips, appraising me-

"Y-yeah," I stuttered, just a little surprised that she had not undressed herself. "I thought-"

"Yeah," she smiled, returning her attention to the television for a moment as she flipped though a few more channels. "I thought you might, but I thought too you might want something special tonight." She sipped at her beer, looking me up and down again.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she said, recrossing her legs so that one hung out in the empty space before the couch. She twirled her toes, drawing my attention. "I know what you want- really. I love sex, and that's fine for me, but I know you like other things too. I thought maybe we could do something different for your birthday."

"I don't-"

Beth held up her leg, extending her foot so that the black rubber sole of her boot was facing me squarely. She twisted her foot a bit, eyeing her shoe before she looked back at me sternly-

"My boot's dirty, Puppy," she said with some authority in her voice, a sneer on her full lips as she called me by one of her little 'pet' names that she liked to use. She drew her legs up and back until they were crossed at the knees with her foot still hanging out before me, dangling. "Clean it!"

Without a second thought I dropped to my knees beside the couch. Beth was grinning at me again as I took her foot in my hand, resting and supporting her heel in my palm. I looked up for approval, but she had returned her attention to the television, so I leaned in closer, licking my lips. I could smell the soft, worn leather of her boots, the slight odor of her feet as I drew closer, taking a deep breath. It was heaven.

Beth knew all too well what I wanted- I had hinted at such things often enough, and I was excited that she would think of me now in this way. In our past, when we had made love I had worked my way down her legs, kissing and licking to her feet. She had never seemed that into it, but she loved me I knew so she let me have my way on occasion. I of course had loved every second, licking and kissing her feet until she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. Beth had small, soft sensitive feet and I knew the very first time that she enjoyed that special attention to one of her 'love spots'. Like she had said, she loved sex and it didn't take much to get her excited. The times she had given me her feet we had had wild sex after and she had been so loving in return. Now, reclining on the sofa as she was she seemed almost dominant and uncaring as I glanced up at her. She was fully clothed and ignoring me as she let me have her boots but I went to task with a fervor, a relish wanting nothing more than to fulfill my own fantasies. I leaned in, kissing first, then quickly licking at the rough rubber of the sole of her boot.

It tasted foul, the rubber itself bitter. I felt grit and dirt as I licked, little bits of rock and dried mud grinding in my teeth. There was an old rotten smell too, as though she had stepped in something, but I did not care as I slopped my tongue along the bottom of her boot and kissed for all that I was worth. She simply dangled her foot, watching television as I slathered her boots with devotion and for some reason that got me all the more hot. I increased my efforts, stretching and moaning in dismay as she pulled back for a moment and recrossed her legs and then ordered me at the other boot. I leaned in again with my newest prize, barely missing a beat as I heard her slight giggle. I licked and licked at the soles until they were spotless and black, then started in kissing at the soft toe caps, feeling her toes wiggling beneath the leather, lost in this new game that she had created-

And all too soon it was over.

Beth shifted position and planted the ball of her foot on my forehead suddenly shoving me back. I fell backwards, surprised and squatting on my folded legs, looking up at her with lust and panting. My dick was throbbing for release between my legs but she simply stared at me and smiled, melting my heart once again.

"That was nice," she said, twirling her foot before my face. I wanted to lean in and start kissing again, but knew too that that was not what she wanted. Was I done for the night I wondered, and I sagged, almost sobbing. I needed her so much.

"And you did a fabulous job," she added, twisting and twisting her foot as she inspected her boot. "Did you like that, Puppy?" she asked and I squeaked out that I did. I was sweating and breathless and horny as hell. I wanted her more than ever and she simply giggled-

"Good. I hoped you'd enjoy your birthday present. I knew you wanted my feet for a long time," she said, pulling her legs back and folding them out of reach. I stared at her feet, watching as she wiggled her toes a final time before they disappeared beneath her. "Did you have a happy birthday?" she asked and I nodded. I couldn't speak I was panting so hard.

"Good," she said, giving me that stern look once again. "Now it's time for you to go. You have work tomorrow, and I'm beat."

"But." I whined blinking sweat from my eyes, unbelieving. I needed release and she was throwing me out? I had expected to spend the night at least. I licked my lips and stared up at her, my eyes pleading. I was shivering from the sudden chill in the air.

"No 'buts', Puppy. I'm sleepy and you need to be fresh for work tomorrow. Go home!"

I stood, my pecker bobbing before me, standing proud and dripping for release much needed release. It actually ached. Beth smirked as she glanced at my erection, following my gaze, then looked me in the eyes once again-

"Can I borrow your car?" she asked without missing a beat. I swallowed, hesitating. There was nothing that I would not give her, but it was over two miles back to my house and last I saw it was pouring down rain and apparently cold out as well, an autumn storm. I took a shaky, ragged breath, trying to screw my voice into shape to ask why-

"Please?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. She batted her huge brown eyes at me, her smile wide and caring. I opened my mouth, trying to talk but she cut me off-

"Lend me your car!"

"Of course," I nodded, "sure." There was really no other decision to make. Beth needed to borrow my car and I was happy to loan it to her. She grinned and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers. I was captivated by how small they looked; soft and white, so clean. Her nails were long and sculpted, painted clear-

"The keys?"

I blinked, forcing my gaze from her beautiful, petite hand and saw that she was wearing that stern, commanding look again. She was frowning with impatience and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I turned, whispering a quick apology and trotted from the room, my dog tag jangling and bouncing against my chest, my hard-on bobbing stupidly. I could hear her chuckling as I padded down the hallway and into the bathroom again before I scooped up my discarded pants to rifle the pockets for my keys.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I found my key ring and dropped my pants again to hurry back. Turning I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the big bathroom mirror. My hair was sticking up, jutting out all over my head from rubbing against Beth's shoes and legs and my face was smeared with dirt and grime. My skin was still splotchy red from my flush of embarrassment and beads of sweat glistened, matting down my chest hairs. I was a mess, but didn't care- well, a little. I ignored my state of being though and rushed out of the room. Beth was waiting.

She was still on the sofa when I returned, now sitting with her legs crossed, her right foot kicking as she watched the television. She glanced at me as she took a sip from her beer and waved a hand at the coffee table before returning her attention to the show.

"Just drop the keys there and go get dressed. It's getting late, and I want to get to bed." I did as she said, nodding and setting the keys on the polished glass tabletop before her before spinning on my heel and hurrying back to the bathroom. She ignored me, and my compliance totally, absorbed in her program. She did not even say thank you.

I didn't care though as I rushed to get my clothes on. She had sounded annoyed for some reason and I did not want to piss her off any further by being too slow. I jumped into my underwear and pants and tugged my tee shirt over my head before dropping to the toilet to put on my socks and shoes. I stood and looked into the mirror, brushing my hair down with my hands and contemplating washing my face. I was filthy and disheveled, and it would only take a moment I thought as I turned on the water, reaching for the still damp rag I had used before.

I noticed then that my dog tags were beneath my shirt and I hesitated, pulling them free once again. They sparkled in the bright light, flashing as they bobbed and dangled on the slim, beaded chain.

"Hurry up!"

I blinked at the sound of Beth's voice and realized that I must have been day dreaming. My hand hovered in the air, just about to grab the washrag from the bar on the wall. My face was still dirty and my tags still dangled there as I stared at their dazzling reflection. Beth sounded mad though, so I shook my head hoping to clear my thoughts. Maybe I was more tired than I realized and Beth was right. Of course she was.

I hurried from the bathroom and found her waiting near the front door in the entryway. She looked annoyed with her hands poised on her hips and one foot tapping impatiently on the floor tiles in front of the door. I rushed towards her, embarrassed that I had disappointed her- again- and mumbled an apology.

"Sorry." I said, hanging my head as she folded her arms over her breasts and sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. Finally she smirked and put one hand under my chin, raising my head.

"That's okay, Puppy," she cooed, smiling. "You'll do better next time. You better get going though."

Beth opened the door and as if on cue lightning flashed and lit the night followed immediately by a loud, booming crash of thunder. We both jumped at the sudden noise and I shivered, staring out into the darkness as the rain seemed to pound down all the harder. I looked to Beth with pleading eyes, licking my lips and hoping that she would change her mind and let me spend the night, or at least not borrow my car. She simply looked at me and shrugged.

Beth reached behind her and took a plastic shopping bag from the small table near the door. She handed it to me with a smile, looking up with her huge brown eyes and I knew that I had been forgiven again.

"Your presents," she said, one slim hand resting on the door knob as she stepped closer. The fingers of her other hand wrapped about the dog tag and she tugged, forcing me to bend over a bit. Beth gave me a quick peck on the cheek and I felt my skin flush again, but before I could kiss her in return she released the chain and turned me to the door.

"You hurry home now," she said, giving me a gentle shove. I hesitated as the sky lit up again, thunder booming. I looked back to her, but her smile was almost gone.

"Beth. please." I begged. "It's pouring! Can't you at least drive me home?" Her smile turned to a frown as she shook her head and sighed. Her voice had turned as chilly as the wind whistling in through the open doorway-

"I better not," she said as she stared out into the storm. "It looks pretty bad, and besides I'm almost asleep as it is. I might drift off on the way back. You wouldn't want me to have an accident, would you?"

"No, of course not, but." My face lit up as a new idea occurred to me, "you could stay at my place." Beth smirked but shook her head.

"No, my folks might call. What would they think if I wasn't home, hmm? Better you just go. Now!"

I nodded, shivering as I stepped over the threshold and under the overhang of the eaves. I felt the chill wind immediately, the spray of the rain now washing against me as I was no longer sheltered within the house. I started to turn back, torn between my desire to stay with the woman I loved and my need to do as she bid. I jumped as the door slammed in my face. I heard the locks clacking shut beyond with a deafening finality and a moment later the porch light winked out, a fading glow in the dark night.

I sighed and rushed out into the storm. I held the plastic bag with my gifts over my head for all the good that it did, the little protection that it offered. I was drenched as I jogged up to my car parked at the curb in front of Beth's house. My coat was inside, I could see it there rumpled in a ball on the passenger seat where I had left it. I could at least get it, or even better wait out the worst of the storm in my car, then hurry home when the rain lessened. I tried the handle.

It was locked of course- all four doors.

I cursed under my breath, sagging as I pressed against the rain-slick window and stared at my coat. I could go back for the keys, explain to Beth but somehow I knew that she would not give them to me. I didn't understand why, or why she had suddenly become so. cruel. I loved it of course- in play. The domineering attitude got me hot, and it was fun playing Beth's foot slave for awhile. But it was all in fun- foreplay. She seemed to be taking it too far, almost for real.

At least I thought she was, standing there in the pouring rain, drenched and shivering. Lightning flashed again, a long crackling bolt arching across the thick, dark sky. I started walking as the thunder rolled.

I had a long way to go.