Every Mistress has a birthday, at least once a year.

Mine is coming up in December. I’ll be mumble mumble years old (29!) and am not old. Nope, I’m still young and vital and smart assed and what have you. Honest. Despite my youth, I have a tendency to ignore birthdays. I just don’t make a big deal out of them, because they’re just another day, most of the time.

The last time I had a party for my birthday was in college…

I turned 21 with a bang and a blowout party. I invited everyone I knew to come and play with me for my big day. I’d been ‘legal’ for a while, but this year was a big one. I was going to be hot shit, the belle of the ball, and I planned to make some noise.

Man, that was one hot party. I wound up with a sweet sissy cocksucker that I’d met at a fetish ball a few weeks earlier naked in my living room, except for a French Maid apron and a feather duster, trying to seduce my boyfriend. And you know what? I totally let him! Free floor show, right there for everyone to see. This little tart on his knees, choking all over my boyfriend’s big ole’ cock.

I wound up introducing so many of my ‘vanilla’ friends to fetish sex that night.

It was a great party, one that I haven’t replicated in years! I’m thinking this year, I may need to try to recapture the glory. Maybe I’ll throw a little party and take fetish phone sex calls all night long, teasing and torturing my boys to the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I’ll just control your cock for shits and grins for my birthday.

Hey! It’s my fucking birthday, I can do what I want!

Speaking of… what are you going to get me for my birthday? I do have a wishlist… Linked over on the right, go click it and get me presents! I deserve them.