As the car pulled up to the house Cindy saw a catering van parked in front. Mmmmmm. She checked her watch. Three minutes early. Perfect, she thought. Cindy thanked the driver and stepped out. She smoothed out her dress, took a deep breath, and headed up to the front door.

For the past few weeks Joe had been suggesting they do something special for her birthday, but Cindy didn’t want to make a big fuss about it. After many discussions she finally broke down and agreed to a simple dinner at Joe's house. He said he had few friends from London who he wanted her to meet, and so a small dinner party at his house was planned. It would be her first time meeting his friends and this made her nervous. Cindy had always been a bit shy about meeting new people. She reminded herself that the dinner party will only last so long, and eventually the new faces will all go home, and then she and Joe will get some quality time together. Just as she reached the door it opened.

“Hello there, my little birthday girl.” Joe greated her with a big smile.

“Hello, sir.” Cindy replied. She leaned her head slightly to the side, batted her eyelashes, and slowly turned around for him. It had become part of their little ritual. Whenever they got together Joe enjoyed getting the full look-around of her outfit. Cindy had also become more comfortable with the visual inspection, and now enjoyed teasing him by seductively swaying her curves around like a fashion model would for a camera.

“You look stunning. What a beautiful sexy dress.” He said. “What is the occasion?”

Cindy scrunched her nose at him, very familiar with his style of teasing. “It’s my birthday, sir.” She informed him.

“Oh. Well. In that case, please do come in.” Joe stepped aside and waved her in with a respectful hint of a bow.

Joe’s house was on a hilltop with views of the rolling fields out every window. It was not a large house, but the decor was simple, and it always felt very spacious inside. The living room was the center hub of the house. The kitchen and dining room were off to one side while the bedrooms were off to the other side. The long living room continued to the back of the house, and a row of glass doors opened out to a large deck.

Cindy could hear catering staff working in the kitchen as she followed Joe towards the back deck. She was the first guest to arrive. Joe led the way to an outdoor seating area and poured them each a glass of wine.

“To this evening’s guest of honor.” Joe raised his glass and toasted to Cindy. “May all your birthdays continue to be number 29.”

Cindy laughed lightly at the thought of being 29 again. They both sat and enjoyed a small plate of cheese, their wine, and the peaceful view.

“The others won’t be arriving for another hour.” Joe said. “I wanted some time for you and I to just relax.”

Cindy allowed herself to sink into the sofa cushions and focus on a far away green field. She always loved how daily life seemed to fade away when she visited Joe's house. The smell of dinner cooking wafted from the inside and floated across the deck. It always smelled better when other people were doing the cooking.

When Joe and Cindy were alone for dinner there were always naughty activities peppered throughout the evening. But on nights when Joe hired a local catering company, the sexual tension would just build and build during the meal. Once the caterers drove away the debauchery would begin. The anticipation of what would happen later tonight woke those wonderful butterflies in her stomach, and a warmth began to grow between her legs.

Joe refilled Cindy’s wine glass with a generous pour. She watched his hand and his arm and wished he was holding her instead of the wine bottle. She longed to feel his firm grip.

Joe sat back in his chair and told her about his recent travels for work. He always ended these stories with how much he looked forward to returning here to his country house each time he was away. Cindy also looked forward to Joe’s return after each trip. Sometimes she would wait for him like a little kid, hoping for a surprise gift from a faraway place. She also looked forward to his touch, his body, and how he made decisions for her. She enjoyed handing over control to Joe when she was with him.

The wine was delicious, as always. When Cindy finished her glass Joe looked at his watch.

“The other guests will be arriving soon.” He said. “We should go get ready.”

Joe stood and extended his hand to Cindy. She placed her hand in his and stood up. Touching his skin, the way his larger hand cradled her’s, the gentle but firm grip made her swoon. She stepped up close to him and tipped her head up to his. Joe understood the request and leaned forward, planting a small kiss on her lips just as she closed her eyes. The kiss lasted only a second, and left Cindy wanting more, so much more. She noticed a certain slipperiness between her legs.

Joe turned and led them into the house. Like a couple dancing, she was following his lead, and the unspoken instruction was for her to walk in front of him. She expected his eyes were on her ass, and that made her happy.

The dining room walls were a dark wood paneling, and an elegant chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling. The table was large, and it comfortably sat 10 people.

As soon as Cindy stepped into the room she noticed something different. The usual candle sticks and other things in the center were missing. The only thing on the table was a thin rectangular cushion. Cindy paused for a moment puzzling over it, and then turned to Joe. Joe was ready for this, and caught her head in his hands as she turned. He cradled her head where her neck met her jaw, and tilted her face up to his.

“Today, my dear, is a very special day.” Joe spoke quietly, and with unwavering authority. “We will be celebrating your birthday in a very special way. “

Cindy swallowed, and managed to barely whisper back, “Yes, sir.”

“I have a very special dinner planned, and I need you to follow my directions.” Joe’s face was so close to Cindy’s she could feel the air of his words blow over her lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.” Cindy whispered again, quickly trying to inhale his breath. The nerves and fear that were building inside her were now joined by a submissive calming. Cindy had no idea what his plans were, but she knew she had Joe’s full attention, and he would take care of all the details. Cindy was just there to float with him. To be there for him.

“Good girl.” Joe said with a pleased smile. “Now the first thing I need you to do is hang your dress on that hanger.” He turned her to face the wall. Cindy saw four hooks on the wall, each with a clothes hanger. While she knew she would comply with his every request, she could not avoid the look of worry and uneasiness on her face. She hesitated briefly, and then unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, and hung it on the hanger. Her discomfort was obvious.

“Now your bra on the next hanger.” Joe’s instruction was expected, but Cindy needed to hear him say it in order to get her own muscles to move. With her hands starting to shake, she managed to reach behind herself, unhook her bra, and draped it forward down her arms. Just as her bare breasts were exposed to Joe, a loud sound of kitchenware rang out from the next room. It reminded Cindy that while Joe was the only one in the room with her, there were others in the house. She rehooked the bra and arranged it on the hanger as if it were on display in a shop. She turned back to Joe, dreading his next instruction. She knew what he was going to say.

“And now your knickers.”

Cindy pursed her lips together as if she might cry, but there were no tears. She slowly lowered her knickers and placed them on the next hanger. The side hips of the waistband were on the shoulders of the hanger, and the center gusset hung down in the middle. A large wet patch on the inside of the gusset had soaked through to the outside, and showed as a dark island in an otherwise pale silky panel. She had been aware that a dampness had been spreading down there. She just never expected it was going to be on displayed in this way.

“And finally, your shoes.” Joe’s tone sounded like he had reached the end of a story, but Cindy knew this was only the beginning. She hung her shoes on the fourth hanger by passing one of the straps around the hook and neck of the hanger. She now stood naked in front of Joe, embarrassed to be naked in this place, and at this time. She was also embarrassed at how her wet pussy had exposed her tremendous arousal, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not wipe the look of dread from her face.

“You, my dear, are beautiful.” Joe paused for a moment to take in the curves and highlights of Cindy’s naked body. She stood there motionless, obedient, waiting for her next instruction.

“Now, up you go.” Joe motioned to the table. “On your back. Right here.” He patted the rectangular cushion in the center of the table.

Cindy looked at the table and then back to Joe. This is not how she had envisioned her birthday dinner. She carefully stepped on a chair and then crawled onto the table. She felt so awkward maneuvering herself onto her back on the little cushion. It was a bit small, and only supported her from her shoulders to her ass. She placed her hands at her sides and looked up into the chandelier. It finally dawned on her that Joe was planning to serve sushi on her naked body, and that all the guests were going to see her like that. She did not feel ready or prepared to lie still as a human platter for the evening.

Cindy heard Joe open a drawer in a hutch cabinet. He then took one of Cindy’s wrists, buckled a cuff around it, and extended her arm toward the corner of the table. She turned her head to see what he was doing. Joe secured the cuff strap to something under the corner of the table. He then repeated this with the other wrist. Cindy was breathing heavily. She expected there were more restraints to come.

Joe moved to the end of the table near Cindy’s feet. With her head on the table looking up she could not see him, but she knew he was there. He buckled a cuff around each of her ankles, and then paused. There was silence for a moment, and then Cindy heard Joe emit a brief clearing of his throat. It was not a so much a throat issue, but a signal that she should be paying attention and staying on task. Cindy lifted first one leg, and then the other, swinging them wide and aiming her toes at where she believed the corners of the table were. Joe connected one strap to a point under the table, and then moved to the other leg. When he was done there was almost no slack in the connections. Cindy was spread wide in an “X” position, and was not going to be moving anytime soon. She now noticed the coolness of the hardwood table top along her arms and her legs. She was thankful for the small cushion under the center of her body.

Next, Joe placed a donut shaped pillow under Cindy’s head. The donut held her head up off the hard table top, and kept her facing straight up. Cindy appreciated this little comfort. Joe attached a small hand pump to the cushion and in a few strokes inflated it. This provided better support along the length of Cindy’s back. A few more pumps lifted her torso up a bit, raising her chest and hips ever so slightly. It wasn’t much, but it caused her head to tip back a bit, exposing her neck more. Cindy felt so vulnerable, arched up and stretched open. Her chest and pelvis were now a few inches higher than her head. With her thighs spread wide she could no longer feel the slickness of her labia being squeezed between them. She wondered how long it would be until she felt an escaping drip.

“There are two more items to add.” Joe informed her.

He held up a blindfold so Cindy could see it. It was a leather strap with two round padded disks. He adjusted the pads to align with her eyes. The last thing she saw was looking up into Joe’s face as he lowered the blindfold over her eyes. He secured the strap around her head and checked the pads again. The soft padding settled nicely over her eyelids. The darkness had arrived.

“Now, before we add the last item I need to explain a few things.” Joe started. “I have some soft foam ear plugs and a pair of over the ear headphones with a noise canceling feature so you will not be able to hear any sounds from the room. On the other hand, I will be able to hear you. I will be right here, and you can talk to me anytime you need to. Do you understand?”

Cindy replied, “Yes. Sir.”

“Good. I expect it will feel like a long time to you, but in reality the dinner party will only last for a few short hours.” Joe paused to let that thought sink in. “Are you ready?” Joe asked.

Cindy took a deep breath. She knew this was not a time for questions. “Yes, sir.” She answered. A small part of her enjoyed that she really had no choice. Her verbal agreement was merely a formality.

Joe rolled the foam ear plugs between his thumb and finger, then inserted them into Cindy’s ears. They expanded to fill her ear canal. Then he fit the headphones over Cindy’s ears, and secured the adjustable headband. Joe waited a couple seconds and then asked her if she needed anything. She did not answer. He yelled and clapped his hands loudly. Cindy did not even flinch. He smiled at his beautiful centerpiece. It was time for the party to begin.