{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"e24a60f4-0d63-4d37-96c6-b9c6fbf3fb91","seriesId":"798edf89-997e-4a84-952e-104424322232","seriesName":"A Long & Kinky Road","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-07-16T20:59:40.475Z","title":"Hey Nineteen (Part 1)","slug":"hey-nineteen-part-1","shortId":"fYjY2DFS","authorNote":"Supposed to have tagged this as part of the Long Kinky Road series, but made a typo I can’t seem to correct. Absolutely autobiographical. Only the names have been changed.","disclaimer":"No reproduction or sharing without permission.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"My nineteen birthday party was hosted by three Femdom mistresses with very different tastes. Unquestionably the best sexual night of my life!","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"13ccaa43-1228-4f99-825e-7dc8a97d5f00","title":null,"summary":"Hey, Nineteen (Part 1} Between Ms Sally, Ms Margie and Ms Patricia, my eighteenth year had cert","wordCount":1804,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Hey, Nineteen (Part 1}

Between Ms Sally, Ms Margie and Ms Patricia, my eighteenth year had certainly been a wild one.

“Mike has a birthday coming up.” mentioned Ms Patricia. “Any ideas for his party?” They joked that they knew exactly what I needed, then sent me into another room where I couldn’t eavesdrop on their plans.

With every horny or twisted suggestion, they would just giggle and say things like “It may not be what he WANTS, … but it’s damn sure what he NEEDS.”

Throughout my birthday month, all three mistresses strictly forbade any orgasm release. I was not permitted to masturbate except under their supervision. They claimed they’d know if I cheated, and warned that I’d most certainly regret any infractions. Male cock cages were not yet a thing. I diligently obeyed the orders of my tormentors. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Ms Margie hosted the event. I had no idea how many people she invited, but several ladies ventured through the store and mentioned they were looking forward to it -often with a wink & a smile.

The week before, my Mistresses began giving me more specific instructions. Everything was done to test my obedience, heighten my arousal, increase my frustration and increase my trust levels.

My birthday fell on a Saturday. I worked until 4 PM that day, with the following Sunday off. I’m usually a hard worker, but I hadn’t really gotten anything done because I was sooooo distracted I couldn't concentrate on anything.

About an hour before quitting time, a cashier named Donna handed me a birthday card. I opened it politely and read the handwritten note inside from Ms Sally: “I’m sure you will make me very proud tonight.”

Donna smiled slyly and said, “Happy birthday, you lucky boy”.

Thirty minutes to quitting time, Lisa, another cashier, brought me another card. This one was from Ms. Margie. It was an invitation to my own party. The sentiment made some joke about birthday spankings. Inside the invitation was a handwritten note that said, “6 PM. Be showered and shaved. Park your motorcycle in the garage and follow the instructions you find there.”

Lisa giggled shuffler her feet and looked down. “I hope you have fun tonight”, she said as she scurried away.

I got off work and rushed back to my place to get showered and shaved. Manscaping wasn’t really a thing yet, but I diligently followed my instructions as I used the home haircut kit they’d issued along with the instructions that my pubes must not be long enough to curl. My cock was throbbing so badly that my shower had been nearly impossible to adhere to my ‘no masturbation’ directive, but I got through it by strategically aiming the cold water.

Time to get dressed. It was the disco era, and I looked like a Saturday Night Fever extra. Satin print shirt that only buttoned to the sternum, yellowish multicolored panel bell-bottom pants, and half-boots. Instead of a necklace, I put on the choker collar from Ms. Sally Ann. There were a couple of smaller padlocks also attached now. One for Ms Margie, the other for Ms Patricia.

As I gathered my gear to ride to Ms Margie’s party in my honor, my head was so swirling with anxiousness and possibilities that it’s a wonder I didn’t get into an accident!

I arrived a few minutes early, and did as instructed. I put the motorcycle in the garage and closed the overhead door behind me. A card table was in the middle of the parking space, topped with a paper party-themed tablecloth. On the table was a wind-up clock, and envelopes, labeled #1, #2, #3, #4. On each was written “Read in Order. Follow Instructions.”

My head was spinning a bit as I opened envelope #1.

A lipstick kiss decorated an index card that read,

STRIP NAKED. WAIT.

DO NOT OPEN #2 UNTIL 6:15

PS - HANDS OFF. NO TOUCHING!

So much for all my concern about what to wear! As I dumped my disco duds onto the floor, I noticed a laundry bag folded under the table. So I put all my clothes into the bag.

Standing there naked, I began to regret my oh-so-early arrival! My mind swirled with possibilities. Was my birthday party going to be a nudist event? I had plenty of time to fantasize, but every thought just further challenged my no-touch order!

The detached two car garage was behind the two story main house. The back yard was surrounded by a high privacy fence, and the neighbors homes were all single story. So, it seemed unlikely there’d be unwanted spectators spying on the event.

6:15 PM finally, finally arrived. I tore open envelope #2. It likewise had a lipstick kiss, but in a different shade and obviously different lips).

SQUEEZE YOUR PUD AND YOUR BALLS 19 TIMES.

NO STROKING. NO SQUIRTING. THEN HANDS OFF.

WAIT. DO NOT OPEN ENVELOPE #3 UNTIL 6:30

My mind reeled as I tried to work out the instructions. Should I squeeze my cock 19 times in a row, then my balls 19 times in a row? Or should I squeeze my balls first then my cock? Or should I alternate between them 19 times? I settled on alternating It seemed far less likely to cause me to accidentally erupt.