I love it when my birthday falls on a weekend,  Friday night and an intimate dinner was planned for seven pm at Madison's townhouse.  Dinner was to be followed with fun and no getting up for work the next day.  Simply perfect. 

Madison and I had been together for five and half months. I'd been bringing her along slowly. Simple requests, like no panties when we were together, a small simple "M' for Myles under her right breast made freshly when we were planning to be intimate. Fortunately she already preferred to keep her pubic area smooth and bare, so there was no need for a request, other than to stipulate bi weekly waxing done by a professional.   

At three months I gave her gold chain, with a lock pendent, not quite a choker.  I explained the purpose of a day collar, intimate discreet, a secret only we two share, much like her markings, and lack of underwear.  

She was starting to understand the beauty of submission, the trust and power that she would wield over me should she put aside her defensives and fully commit.  We had discussed the significance of being collared, and she knew that it was a very meaningful step.  As meaningful as marriage? I think so, certainly more meaningful than a lot of marriages I'd witnessed. 

A dom does not cheat or lie to his sub. The trust is deep and runs two ways.  You play and work as a team.  If the sub requests permission to have an emotional or sexual connection with another person, then the dom has to agree. By asking permission she is giving you a level of openness and trust that the other partner has to respect and appreciate. It is a strengthening of the bond not a weakening.   A dom might meet with the other party and agree to lend his sub, he may wish to join or watch, or put other conditions in place.  

Madison had been on loan on and off to her roommate Suzie.  This was big deal for Madison to admit that they were lovers, and brought her great relief when I stipulated reasonable terms.  Suzie and I met, I respected their connection and asked that she respect ours.  All I cared about was that Madison was happy, I wanted to possess Madison, but not be possessive. 

The two girls were starting to understand me and even trust.

Arriving at Madison's at seven pm. I noted that the lights had been dimmed, and Madison was wearing a short robe, and nothing else.  Very appropriate for a sub, she had been doing her homework.  I asked if she was freshly marked and she opened the robe to show a 2" "M" in blue sharpie under her right breast.  

Madison was 28, tall about five foot nine, blond hair past her shoulders, and when at home wore the most beautiful round spectacals over hazel eyes..  Her B cups were pink and pointy, and did little to hide the marking.  I asked her to trace the mark with her finger and she did, just before leaning in for a very long and sensuous kiss.

I had been told the menu was sushi, ordered from a very good place downtown.  I had brought saki to compliment the meal. Japanese kabuki music completed the exotic mood.  We sat on the couch with a scotch, eating an appetizer of warm brie and pepper jelly.  Madison's robe remained open and she was wearing the day collar I had bought her.  I had requested that only I be allowed to remove it. 

We discussed our day and the significance of my 42 birthday.  Was I happy, and what did I plan to do before my next milestone year. My immediate thoughts were on how beautiful Madison looked, facing me on the couch one leg tucked under her bum.  Her bare pussy  open, pink lips, uninhibited, proud and confident,   Confident enough to fully submit to me?  I was hoping so. 

Madison had planned dinner in the living room. Cushions on the floor in true tantori style.  We gathered trays of sushi from the kitchen and we proceeded back to the living room.  The cushions had been removed from the couch and placed on the floor.  Madison's roommate Suzie lay on top of the cushions in a red string bikini.   Madision bent and placed the sushi with elaborate care on Suzie's bare stomach.

"I saw this in a movie once and thought you would find it special and exciting, Suzie agreed to be our table," said Madison.

Wow, Suzie is much more voluptuous than Madison, and the tiny bikini really highlighted her hips and breasts.  Her flat stomach made for an excellent table, although it did jiggle when she giggled at the joke.

"My house so all sit at the head of the table, you sit at the foot'" instructed my lovely host.  

Madison kneeled on the cushions, so that Suzie's dark curls cascaded onto her lap, while I was instructed to sit astride Suzie's legs.

I was hard, and Madison could see the tent of my erection hovered squarely over the V in Suzie's red bikini bottoms.

"Enjoying?' she asked.

Chop sticks had been strategically stuffed into Suzie's bikini top and bottoms so as to present us each with a place setting.  I poured Madison and I a warm glass of rice wine, and I offered a toast of thanks and praise to my hosts.  

"Suzie's not here Myles, only this lovely piece of furniture for us to eat from," said the beautiful blond with the fully open kimono.

"Won't Suzie be eating as well?" I asked

Madison leaned forward, kissed me with rice wine flavored lips and said, "I think she's eating now." 

When Madison leaned forward to me, her open legs were directly over Suzie's mouth.  Madison stayed motionless for a moment and then ground her hips against the open mouth beneath her, before sitting back down. 

"I wanted you to see us together Myles," Madision said plainly as she took her first piece of sushi from Susie's panting torso.

"Lovely baby, you're glowing, I am so excited to see you being so bold with me here.  Suzie's feels good about this as well?" I asked.

Madison used her chop sticks to pull the strings holding the bra portion of Suzie's red bikini. "I guess we'll soon see."

I mixed some soy and wasabi and held the fiery paste over Suzie's left nipple.  "Should we?" I asked.

Madison pulled back the red triangle, exposing a very erect beige nipple on top and beautifully round large breast.  "Of course," she replied,

A moan escaped from our living table as I smoothed the paste on the sensitive protrusion.