Joyeux Anniversaire!

Lady M’s personal chauffeur was Carl, and he was having a rotten day.

First, it was his birthday – which no one seemed to have remembered but him. And it was his fortieth birthday, which depressed him further.

Second, he had lost his day off. Every year, Carl treated himself to a special day on his birthday…a day just for himself. He had arranged everything, made plans…and it had all vanished like the popping of a soap bubble.

Lady M had suddenly needed to be driven from her estate into Minneapolis, and escorted about for the entire day. These were important tasks, to be sure, mostly involving the opening of a new gallery dedicated to her own art. And Carl did not begrudge the work, especially as he adored Lady M, both as an employer and as a friend. Still, he had been looking forward to his special day, so Carl was emotionally soaking in a tub of self-pity.

Third…and worst of all…Carl had not seen Fifi in nine days. Carl adored Lady M’s little French maid and wanted her so badly that his cock grew painfully hard whenever he heard her name. However…

However, Fifi seemed to regard Carl as simply a huge lummox of a chauffeur, and had more than once called him a “great ox” right to his face. Carl was a great hulking bear of a man, had never been comfortable with his size, and was convinced that a tiny little wisp of a girl like Fifi could never be attracted to…well, to a “great ox!”

Carl drove Lady M on her errands in his usual safe and efficient fashion, though he was less inclined to talk than was usual for him. Lady M didn’t seem to notice, however, being preoccupied with the preparations for her gallery opening. The endless day finally came to a close, as even endless days will do, and Carl drove Lady M back to her estate, escorted her into the manor house, and garaged her Bentley.

Before going back to his home in the estate’s gate house, Carl decided that he’d salvage at least a bit of his special day by going for a walk. And so he did.

Several hours earlier, Fifi the French maid was in her room, ironing her little black maid’s uniform. She stopped from time to time to sit in the open window and gaze at the garden below…spring was here, and so welcome! She wore nothing but black stockings and garter belt, and luxuriated in the soft spring breeze caressing her firm, bare body.

Fifi liked to iron in the nude. The heat from the iron made her so warm and sweaty if she wore clothes…besides, it amused the gardeners so! There were more flowers beneath her window than anywhere else on the estate’s grounds…even more than beneath Lady M’s!

The ironing finished, Fifi put on her black bra and panties, wriggled her way into her uniform and zipped it up, nice and tight! She put on her highest stiletto heels and perched her saucy little maid’s cap atop her mane of auburn hair. She then picked up a small leather carrying case and left her bedroom.

Fifi strolled about Lady M’s country house, shared a brief molestation with Duke the houseboy, and then walked outside into the late afternoon sunlight. She put the leather case down for a moment, gave the gardeners a thrill by fixing her garters, and then headed for her destination, the estate’s gate house.

Carl had locked his quarters up tight, of course, but Fifi produced a key she had charmed from Lady M out of her bra and let herself in. She wandered about Carl’s home, snooping, exploring, discovering. She read the titles on his bookshelves, looked at his paintings and photographs, learned of his taste in music. She found that he was a tidy and orderly housekeeper, that he had more neckties than any two men should have, and that he had an urgent need for many more bookshelves. And finally, Fifi found herself in Carl’s bedroom.

As Fifi had hoped, Carl’s bed was an enormous four-poster. She let out a delighted squeal, dropped her leather case, and leapt atop the huge bed, bouncing up and down in glee.

“Oh, little Fifi,” she said to herself, laughing, “you are such the little troublemaker! Madame M will be so cross with Fifi! Perhaps she will spank little Fifi’s pretty little bottom…again!”

Fifi hopped off the bed, knelt on the carpet, and opened her leather case. She started unpacking, placing items upon the bed, giggling all the while.

In minutes, Fifi was ready to begin. She went into Carl’s living room, selected a CD of Strauss waltzes and set it to repeat indefinitely. She made certain that all the doors and windows were closed and locked, and placed her borrowed key upon Carl’s kitchen counter. Then, she skipped back to the bedroom.

Fifi closed the bedroom door and stood beside the bed, a mischievous smile upon her lovely face. She reached behind her back, slowly unzipped her tight black maid’s uniform, then slowly peeled it off her slender body, enjoying the feel of the black velvet on her bare skin. Once she was out of her dress, she folded it neatly and hung it on the back of a chair. Her black bra and panties followed, as did her perky little maid’s cap. Fifi removed her stiletto heels and placed them under the chair, and then, wearing only fishnet stockings and a black garter belt, she went back to the bed and hopped atop it.

Fifi looked at the various objects which she had placed upon the bed. She decided to begin with the shackles. Four sets of jet-black wrist and ankle shackles. Fifi attached them to the posts of the bed, making certain that the locks caught and that the posts were solid.

Fifi sat down in the center of the bed and stretched out her left leg. Bending dexterously, she grasped the first shackle and closed it about her slender left ankle. She then followed suit with her right ankle. Fifi’s legs were now inescapably locked to the bed.

Fifi looked at her shackled legs and giggled mischievously. This was going to be such fun! She lay back upon the bed and arranged pillows under her head comfortably. Yes, that would do nicely!

Fifi sat up again and took another object from beside her. A good-sized vibrator. She put it inside her already wet pussy to lubricate it, then raised her hips and slid it effortlessly into her pretty little asshole. It fit snugly, and she squirmed with delight. A second vibrator fit into her pussy…and straps on both vibrators connected to her garter belt, locking the vibrators inside Fifi. She giggled once more, looking forward to the sensation when they were turned on!

Fifi took a set of earplugs from beside her and fitted them into her ears. Next, she put a ball-gag into her mouth and strapped it in place. Last, a blindfold covered her beautiful dark eyes, sealing out the world from Fifi’s gaze. She reached down between her legs, turned on both vibrators, and giggled through the ball-gag when she felt them begin their magic. Suddenly no longer able to sit upright, she lay down gracefully upon the bed.

The last remaining object lying beside Fifi was a plain white envelope. She felt for it, found it, and slipped it inside her garter belt. She nodded. She was ready.

Fifi felt about for the wrist shackle to her left, located it easily, and locked her left wrist helplessly into the cold metal. Now for the hard part. She groped about with her right hand, found the cuff, worked her wrist into it…and snapped it shut on the first try! Good and tight, too!

Fifi would have grinned to herself had her mouth not been filled with the bright red ball-gag. As it was, Fifi simply lay there. She could do nothing else.

Naked, gagged, blindfolded, and chained spread-eagled to the bed, Fifi waited…and the vibrators began to take command of her helpless body…

After a long, long walk, Carl returned to the gate house which was his home. He had decided to eat a light dinner and then to go out to celebrate what was left of his birthday at his favorite night club, Atomic Test. He opened the door of his home and was greeted with the sound of Strauss’s Emperor Waltz…and Carl hadn’t left the stereo on.

Being that he was half again as big as most men, Carl wasn’t worried about the physical threat of an intruder…especially a waltz fan! He walked determinedly into his home and began searching.

He found the intruder in his bedroom.

Carl stood in the doorway, gaping. There was little Fifi, recognizable by her lovely auburn hair, even with the blindfold and ball-gag. She was naked except for fishnet stockings and a garter belt, and she was chained to Carl’s bed! There was an envelope on her belly, beneath her garter belt. He walked over to the bed and took the envelope, noticing the large vibrator in her shaven pussy as he did so.

Fifi was moaning softly, and her entire body was quivering. She was covered head to toe with a sheen of faint perspiration. She looked astonishingly sexy…and utterly vulnerable. Carl felt his cock grow as rigid as a piece of steel. He maintained his self control, however, and looked at the envelope, which was addressed to “My Great Ox”, in big blue letters. He opened it and found a birthday card – one of Lady M’s cards. The artwork was of a beautiful nude woman with blue hair, chained wrists to ankles. Inside the card was imprinted, “Waiting for You”, followed by several lines of Fifi’s bold handwriting.

Joyeux Anniversaire!

Happy birthday to Carl,
my beautiful great ox!
Little Fifi has grown oh so impatient for her Carl to fuck little Fifi that she decided to give herself to him as his own pretty little birthday toy!
Little Fifi wants her great ox oh so very much…she wants Carl to fuck her hot pussy oh so very hard…please give little Fifi your oh so large cock!
Fuck your little Fifi, my beautiful great ox!

Fifi

Carl stood beside his bed at looked down at Fifi, now clearly aware of his presence – or at least of someone’s presence. She was beginning to thrash about a little on the bed, to pull against her chains, to moan with unanswered passion.

Carl sat down on the bed beside Fifi, causing her to yelp with surprise behind her ball-gag. He put his massive left hand delicately upon Fifi’s right breast and softly caressed. Fifi moaned, then moaned again, and then moaned a third time. Each moan was lower in pitch than the previous one, and seemed to come from deeper within her body. Carl wondered how long she’d been waiting for him to arrive. He squeezed her nipple hard – Fifi’s entire body twitched and she yelped again.

Carl grinned with delight. Nobody had ever given him a birthday present like this before! He stood up and undressed quickly, tossing his leather chauffeur’s uniform onto the chair holding Fifi’s clothing. He was naked in seconds.

Carl stood beside the bed and again looked down at Fifi, naked and in chains. His massive cock was fully erect and hard as iron. Even against the bulk of his muscular body, it looked huge. He clambered onto the bed and lowered himself gingerly atop Fifi’s supine form. Even as he approached her, he could feel the heat from her tiny body rising toward him, as though he were lowering himself onto a red-hot griddle.

Beneath Carl, Fifi felt that her body was on fire, that she had been waiting for her great ox for years! The vibrators had raised Fifi’s body to a fever pitch…she was ready…little Fifi wanted a real cock, a huge cock, and little Fifi wanted it
NOW!

Carl knelt above Fifi’s chained body and delicately removed the vibrator from her pussy, tossing it aside. Its work was done; time for the real thing!

Ordinarily, Carl believed in hours of foreplay. Tonight, however…Carl had been thinking of little else but Fifi for days…he wanted her…he wanted her now!

Carl plunged his massive cock hard into Fifi’s pussy. Fifi groaned in pleasure at the impact of their two bodies colliding in passion. Carl slid his massive arms beneath Fifi’s small body and pulled her naked torso tight to his.

Fifi, now by her own choice and desire nothing more than a fucktoy, lay limply for a moment in Carl’s powerful arms. Then she came, violently and repeatedly.

Carl felt as though he were trying to hold an earthquake in his arms. He felt Fifi’s pussy clamp down upon his cock as tightly as a vice. He came as well, massively and violently. The bed shook to and fro, actually moving about on the hardwood floor as Fifi pulled at her restraints, as she thrashed about on the bed, trying to break loose from her chains, trying to free herself from Carl’s arms, trying to force her body closer to his, trying to pull his oh so delightful cock deeper within her!

Fifi’s thoughts had vanished hours before; she had intentionally reduced herself to nothing more than sensation and emotion. She was aware of the sweat covering her body, of Carl’s huge arms holding her tight, of the vibrator still working its magic in her ass, of Carl’s massive body pinning her own small body to the bed, of the chains holding her prisoner…and she was aware of Carl’s massive cock, finally giving her the release she so desired!

Fifi writhed beneath Carl, twisting in his arms, screaming behind her ball-gag, her eyelids screwed shut behind her blindfold. Fifi was in bliss, finally getting the hard fucking from her great ox that she wanted so. Fifi came…and came again…and then, with a scream that pushed the ball-gag from her mouth, Fifi came once more…and then fainted quietly away, and lay limp and quiet in Carl’s strong and gentle arms.

Carl lay atop Fifi, basking in her warmth, waiting until he had the strength to get up, until he felt that his legs would once again support his weight. He removed her blindfold and ball-gag and earplugs, and then looked down at Fifi’s lovely, sleeping face, caressing her cheek with his broad hand, touching her closed eyes and parted lips with soft kisses.

Finally regaining some strength, Carl climbed down from atop the sleeping Fifi. He sat on the bed beside her, marveling at her beauty. He touched her nude body gently, almost shyly, exploring its curves, delighting in the incredible softness of Fifi’s skin. Carl was astonished to find his cock becoming aroused already, and wondered how soon Fifi might awaken so that he could fuck her once more.

Carl stood up on unsteady legs and tottered off to the kitchen to get a drink. His throat was parched…Fifi could probably use one, too. God knows how long she’d been lying there with a ball-gag filling her mouth!

Carl returned from the kitchen with two tumblers, an ice bucket, a carafe of orange juice, plus strawberries, chocolate sauce, and an assortment of fine Belgian chocolates, all on his best serving tray. He set the tray down upon his nightstand, and turned when he heard a cheerful voice behind him.

“Bonjour, my great ox!”

Carl sat down on the bed, bent over Fifi and kissed her hard upon the mouth.

“Bonjour, my little French maid! Did you sleep well?”

Fifi squirmed seductively upon the bed, obviously delighted at being naked and in chains.

“Oui, my big house Carl! Fifi slept the sleep of the fucked! My great ox Carl fucked little Fifi as she has but rarely been fucked! Encore, Carl, encore!”

Carl grinned and blushed a bright crimson.

“After our snack, little Fifi! We have to keep our strength up if we’re going to fuck…by the way, how long can you stay?”

Fifi looked up at Carl and grinned, the cat looking at the canary. She rattled her chains.

“Why, my great ox, little Fifi will stay until you unlock her! Silly boy! Little Fifi is your slave, your birthday present, your fucktoy! How could little Fifi get loose from all these great heavy chains all by herself?”

Carl laughed out loud.

“I see your point. But where’s the key?”

Fifi looked wickedly pleased with herself, utterly mischievous.

“I mailed the keys to you this afternoon, my great big Carl.”

Carl stared down at Fifi.

“You mailed them? But when...when will they get here?”

Fifi shrugged as much as it is possible to shrug when chained spread-eagled to a bed.

“My Carl, the keys will arrive when they arrive. Until then, my great ox, little Fifi is all yours! And you may do with her whatever you like!”

Carl sat up straight and stared off blankly into space. His left hand, as though on its own initiative, began fondling Fifi’s pussy. Carl realized absently that the vibrator in Fifi’s ass was still running…still charging Fifi’s batteries, so to speak. Carl looked down at Fifi.

“In that case…I’m hungry.”

Carl turned to his tray and began to slowly turn Fifi into a buffet. He took large, red ripe strawberries and stuffed her pussy to overflowing. Fifi moaned with pleasure as the cool, damp fruits filled her hot pussy. Carl suddenly popped a chocolate into Fifi’s open mouth…the helpless French maid began chewing lustfully, moaning ever louder.

Carl grinned as he began dripping chocolate sauce upon Fifi’s nude body, creating abstract designs.

“Good Lord, girl. Is there anything that doesn’t turn you on?”

Fifi grinned around the chocolate and shook her head in a charming negative.

“Ooooooh, a peppermint cream, Monsieur Carl. Most delicious. May Fifi have another?”

“In a minute.”

Carl poured a tall glass of orange juice, propped Fifi’s head up with his powerful hand, and helped her to drink. She pouted at first, still wanting another chocolate, but then her thirst took charge and she gulped down the entire tumbler of juice.

“Good girl, little Fifi.”

Carl pinched her nipples as a reward, received a squeak in reply, gave her another chocolate, and then returned to his delightful task of decorating her pale, nude body with chocolate sauce and strawberries. Fifi lay supine upon his bed, glorying in his attentions.

Carl popped a chocolate into his own mouth, leaned over Fifi, kissed her hard and long, and allowed her tongue to steal the chocolate from his mouth. He kept his face close to hers, grinning down at her as she chewed her stolen sweet.

“Fifi,” he said, putting as much Snidely Whiplash into his voice as he could manage, “what makes you think I’ll unlock you when the keys arrive?”

Fifi’s dark eyes grew round with pretended shock.

“Oh, but Monsieur Carl, you must! You would not hold little Fifi captive, would you? You would not keep little Fifi helpless and in chains and…have your way with her?”

Carl took a double handful of chocolates and crushed them in his hands. He then smeared the resulting gooey mess over Fifi’s breasts and belly. He sat back and grinned down at the helpless maid.

“Of course I would!”

Carl dropped his face down onto Fifi’s belly and began slurping up mashed chocolates with his tongue. Fifi started giggling, and then laughing helplessly.

“Ohhhh, Monsieur Carl, stop! Stop, my great lovely ox! Little Fifi is oh so ticklish…she cannot…oh!...little Fifi cannot stand the tickling! Ohhhhhh! Please, no, my great…!”

Fifi kept trying to protest, but her voice broke apart into hysterical laughter when Carl began tickling her ribs with both hands. The little French maid began writhing upon the bed, trying to tear herself loose from her bonds, trying to edge away from Carl’s relentless fingers and tongue…to no avail. Fifi was utterly helpless, at her captor’s mercy. Outside, the grounds of the estate were dark and quiet. Inside, all was laughter…and continued so deep into the night.

It was two days later. The mail had just arrived, and Carl was releasing Fifi from her bonds. Once free, the little French maid tried to get up, but Carl’s powerful hands pushed her gently back upon the bed. Fifi looked up at Carl.

“But, Carl, Fifi must dress and go! My Madame M will be most put out with little Fifi…and Fifi must go and beg Madame’s forgiveness for being gone these two days!”

Carl smiled gently.

“And go you will, my little Fifi. But not before bathing. Lady M will be less displeased with you if you look your best.”

Fifi considered this.

“Yes, my Carl, you are quite right! Fifi will shower and clean her uniform.”

Carl shook his head.

“No, Fifi. Fifi’s uniform is already cleaned and starched and ironed. Her shoes are shined. Her uniform is ready for her.”

Fifi popped up in Carl’s arms and kissed him on the lips.

“My great ox is very good to little Fifi! Thank you, my Carl. May Fifi then use Carl’s shower?”

Carl again shook his head.

“No, Fifi. Fifi may use Carl’s bathtub.”

Carl stood, and in one easy motion, lifted Fifi in his arms. Carrying her effortlessly, he brought her to the bathtub and lowered her gently into the warm, soapy water. Fifi moaned in pleasure as the warm water covered her body up to her neck.

“Oh, my Carl! You are the thoughtful lover, yes you are! This bath feels so good upon Fifi’s little body!”

Fifi lay back in the tub and went entirely limp as Carl took a sponge and gently washed her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She nearly dozed under the soothing ministrations of his large, powerful hands as they softly scoured her body until the little maid was pristine and gleaming in the morning light streaming in through the large window.

Once she was scrubbed, Carl stood Fifi upright in the tub and rinsed her with clean, warm water from a flexible hose, and then patted her dry with quite the softest towel Fifi had ever felt. Once he had dried and brushed her hair, Carl then carried Fifi back to the bedroom, where he slowly dressed her in her uniform.

Carl fitted Fifi’s little maid’s cap upon her head, perching it at a jaunty angle, and then he stood back to survey his work. He grinned and nodded.

“Fifi, you are absolutely perfect. And absolutely beautiful.”

Fifi smiled and curtseyed.

“Why, thank you, my Carl! But Fifi must tell you…I am so sorry to say this, but…my great ox has forgotten little Fifi’s bra and panties!”

Carl grinned and shook his head.

“No, little Fifi. Your great ox Carl did not forget your bra and panties. They’re in a drawer, right over there.”

He looked at Fifi, waiting for her to protest. Instead, she walked up to him, put her arms around his neck, pulled his face down to hers, and gave him a long, lingering kiss.

“Fifi must go now, my Carl. But she wishes that you had the most happiest of birthdays!”

“I did, little Fifi.”

“And now Fifi must go to explain to her Madame M why she is days and days late for work! It may be that the Madame M will spank little Fifi’s pretty little bottom…again!”

Carl patted Fifi on the cheek.

“Well, Fifi, if she does…tell her that Carl will come down to the house and spank her, just as hard!”

Fifi sparkled.

“Really, my Carl! Fifi will be certain to tell the Madame M just that very thing! Fifi happens to know that the Madame M has been yearning for her Carl to spank her oh so very much, for weeks and weeks and weeks!”

And before Carl could do more than look astonished, Fifi bounded through his window, into the garden, and skipped up the walk toward the manor house and her next adventure. She was so looking forward to telling the Madame M that their plan had worked oh so very well! She wondered if the Madame M would spank her anyway…and if little Fifi could help her great ox Carl to spank the Madame M?

THE END

©2002 David Gustafson

Hello, Mademoiselles, Madames, and Monsieurs, this is little Fifi again! She wishes to tell you to also read her next story! It is called “Fifi Goes Shopping!” and it is the oh so funny and oh so sexy story, and it is the story set at a Great American National Landmark! So, my dear sweet readers, please do click on little Fifi's picture, and read “Fifi Goes Shopping!” so that you may see little Fifi all naked and in high heels!