I had been counting down the days until my 21 st birthday for as long as I could remember. Now that it was here, I felt disappointed. My friends were great to come out and help me celebrate. The bartender even tolerated our shouting and toasting. When he asked for my ID, I slapped it down on the bar in triumph. But it was a week night and my friends had long since left. The cute bartender’s smile was starting to look strained. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just felt like something was missing. As if on cue, she walked up to me. I had seen her with her companion earlier in the evening. They were an attractive couple and I had felt the urge to call them over to the party. Now she stood next to me, called the bartender over and ordered a glass of champagne. When it came, she offered it to me. When I refused, she laid her hand on top of mine. “Please accept it. It’s from my master and me. We thought you looked down and someone as pretty as you should never look down, especially on your birthday!” “Your master?” I asked, not sure I had heard her right. “Yes,” she said simply. I turned and looked into her face. I didn’t understand what she meant by that, but I let it go. She looked to be about 40 with salt and pepper hair and glasses. She had deep brown eyes and she smiled a shy smile. Around her neck was a necklace with chunky links. It looked a little like a dog’s collar, but it was more delicate. I accepted the I took gift and tipped it back. The bubbles tickled my nose and I burped and covered my mouth. She laughed, too and smiled. “Would you like to join us?” she asked, but she had her arm wrapped around my back and was leading me to a booth where her companion stood, watching our approach. He was tall and stood with a casual, youthful air. He had intense brown almanbahis eyes, a high forehead and rich full lips. He was startlingly handsome. I could feel him looking me up and down and had the feeling that things were starting to look up. I felt all tingly. “Thank you for the drink,” I said and curtsied to try to break the ice. The drinks had hit me harder than I knew, though and I stumbled a little. The lady caught me. “Sit down,” he said, without smiling. His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up straighter and put my shoulders back. Without looking at her, he said to the woman, “Sit down, slave.” She sat on the other side of the booth and laced her hands together on top of the table. “Excuse me, but why do you call her slave?” I asked him. He looked into my eyes and I saw a mixture of swagger and hunger. “I call her that because that is what she is,” he said simply. “Oh, ok,” I said and giggled. Neither of them laughed. I coughed nervously. “I’m Kymburli,” I said and offered my hand to him. He took it and held it in his hand. He did not offer a name. I turned to the woman and offered my hand. “Krystenah,” she said. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Kymburli,” she said. “ We saw your party. You looked kind of sad when your friends left. Master wanted me to ask you if you would like to come home with us.” She looked at him, as if for approval. He said nothing, but there seemed to be some sort of unspoken communication between them that I didn’t catch. “We would like to show you a good time,” she said. I looked from him to her and back again. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked. “Nope,” she said. “Please consider quickly. Master wants to leave soon,” she said. My head was almanbahis yeni giriş swimming a little. Something inside me wanted to say yes to this strange invitation, but then I heard myself saying, “I had better not.” In a moment the two of them stood up. He grabbed her wrap from the hook on the booth. She walked over to him and closed her eyes in pleasure as he helped her on with it. She looked up into his face with a look of pure devotion and he looked down into her face with a mixture of affection and amusement. I liked them and wanted to be with them. Krystenah turned to me and took my hand in both her hands. “I hope you have a lovely rest of the night and rest of your life, gorgeous,” she said. He had started walking toward the door and opened his arm to her as she approached him. He enveloped her in his arm and she laid her head briefly against his shoulder. He pushed the door open for them and they walked through it and then they were gone. I sat at the booth and felt their absence. It was crazy, but I felt like I wanted to be with them. I got up and ran out the door. “WAIT,” I screamed after them. She sat with me in the back seat as he drove. She complimented my hair, my makeup, my dress and my shoes. I started to feel self-conscious, but at the same time I liked the attention. I thought it was kind of crazy that she kept complimenting me, though. She was very attractive. She was a little shorter than I was and had slightly smaller bust. I could see her well-built hips and thighs as her skirt hugged them. She had a soft, kind quality about her. I have never kissed a girl, but I wondered all drive long what it would be like to feel her lips against mine. As soon as we got inside their place, he went into the dining room and grabbed a chair. He placed it almanbahis giriş in the center of the room. He sat in it and said, “get over here” to me. For some reason, I felt compelled to follow his direction. “Since it is your birthday, you must allow me to spank that lovely ass of yours,” he said and reached out for my wrist. My heart started racing. I wanted him to do it. I felt myself go over his lap. He positioned me on his lap and ran his hand over my ass. He gave me 21 smacks. Instead of hurting, it felt good and I wanted more. “Slave. Come over here and get yours,” he said. I looked over at her and noticed that she had somehow shed all of her clothes in the brief time she had been in the apartment. I blushed as I let my eyes glide over her body. She had dark areolas and a shaved pussy. Krystenah walked over to him, her necklace bobbing against her neck. She lay gracefully over his lap. The sound of the smacks on her bare ass were like little fire crackers and I watched as he covered every surface with his slaps. Her ass looked beautiful as it jiggled under his hand. I wanted to feel a bare bottom spanking! When he was done, he stood her up. “Thank you, Master,” she said, her faced flushed. She came over to where I was standing and took my hand. “Come on, Kymburli. I need your help to bring the chest from the bedroom.” She had a sparkle in her eye. I followed behind her, but looked back to see him watching us. “Krystenah. Why are you naked?” I asked when we got to the bedroom. She led me over to a steamer trunk and gestured for me to pick up the handle on one end of it as she grabbed the other. “Master’s rules,” she said. “You keep calling him ‘Master’, but what is he—your husband? Your boyfriend?” She looked at me very patiently. “In some ways he is my boyfriend, I guess you would say, but in ALL ways, he is my master. He is my lord and king. He is my owner. He trained me to be the slave he wants and since I was born to serve him, it has worked out very well,” she said with a playful smile.