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What to give a slave for her birthday? I was at a loss for quite a while. Buying something didn’t seem quite right. A card? Flowers? Gifts are something sandra brings ME.

Then I remembered a smart ass remark she had made very early in our ralionship when I had commented about what a good little subbies she was.

“Actually, I’m a very good top too.”

After all the nasty humiliating stuff she has done for me, I had a hard time believing it. Perhaps, seeing would be believing.

I started by telling her shortly before her gift would be “permission.” I made her tell me whether she wanted “permission” or not. I made her thank me for it. But I would not tell her what the “permission” was for. I asked if she would like to guess and giggled as she realized that there really was no safe guess.

On her birthday I let her know what her “permission” was for. I was going to allow her to top someone. I wouldn’t tell her if it was a man or a women. I wouldn’t give her any likes or limits. I told her I would only give her “permission.”

I also required her to wear her regular scene uniform of a Natasha Tshirt and Gstring from my cafe press shop, a plug, and the pink cb2k clit cage.

As I readied her for her adventure in topping, I kindly reminded her of all the things that could go wrong.

* hitting too hard
* not hitting hard enough
* inappropriate touching
* that the sub would not respect her
* perhaps I would laugh at her
* maybe she would fall of her heels
* she would do SOMETHING wrong and the sub would tell me later, in great detail, what a bad top sandra was

There were so many ways in which sandra could have blown it. By the time the subbie arrived, sandra was nothing more then a ball of nerves.

Perfect for my entertainment.

I sat sandra down in front of the throne and went to fetch my friend Lucinda. sandra and I had met her once at a play party. Such an adorable subbie girl! Oh My!

Once sandra set eyes on Lucinda, 90% of her nervousness dissapeared. OK, Maybe about 60%. She actually did a very good job of negotiating Lucinda’s likes an dislikes before jumping in to strap her down, spank her and do some very light breast play.

I was indeed, quite entertained and content to sit and watch sandra enjoy, almost as giddy as a school girl, her “permission.”

But only for a short while.

As good a top as sandra MIGHT be, I think she makes a much better subbie. As she was rubbing and smacking Lucinda’s ass, I walked over and stood next to her.

“Ah, are you having fun?”

“Oh yes Mistress!”

“I think you should kiss her ass and appoligize for hurting her.”

Which that simple exchange, sandra the subbie was back. She profusely appoligized as she kissed lucinda’s pink ass over and over again.

As I untied Lucinda, I explained that we need to show lucinda what kind of whore sandra really is lest Lucinda start thinking about her as a top!

I tied sandra over the same bench Lucinda had just been bound to, except sandra was on her back, exposed. I showed Lucinda how stretched out sandra’s pussy was – the sign of a true whore, as I slide my largest dildo inside her.

Lucinda mentioned a need to use the restroom and I invited her to use sandra as her toilet. sandra said nothing, simply help her mouth open wide as Lucinda climbed up on the bench and stradled her head.

Afterwards I once again gave sandra permission. This time it was permission to show us how she could rub her clit with two fingers, how she no longer gets hard, yet she is able to come, like a girl, legs spread, full of my dildo, and of course, reciting her mantra “I’m a whore, I’m a whore, I’m Princessa’s whore.”