Book Excerpt for Burt Birthday Girl

Burt Birthday Girl -- Extract

Burt * Porn Addict * "I Thought You Loved Me" * Dinner at Wendy's * Sparkling Yellow Wine * Getting Ready for the Party * First Spanking * His Deepest Desire * Birthday Girl * And One to Grow On * Giving a Present to Her Guests * Thick Waist for a Thin Man

Wendy

#6 Pamper-ed Husbands Series

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Wendy smiled, and its warmth and friendliness made Burt's heart melt with delight and desire.

"Yes, I gave you a proprietary designer drug that has a number of interesting properties. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe."

"It's like acid."

"It's a mild hallucinogen. It loosens up your perceptions, but keeps your consciousness in your body except when I perform the mental technology on you to learn your deepest desire."

"What else?"

"Oh, you may have noticed that you're totally submissive. You want to do everything I tell you to."

"Yes."

"And it rewrites your sexuality."

"What does that mean?"

"Simple. Once you learn what you really want in life, and have an orgasm while doing that, while under this drug's influence, that will be the only way you can get off the rest of your life."

The enormity of that shocked Burt. He knew there was a controversy about whether or not homosexuals could somehow be programmed to be heterosexual. Some people claimed that was possible, others denied it.

But he knew that required a lot of counseling and therapy and long term support and stuff like that.

Not just one orgasm under the influence of a drug.

"And so what is it that I'll be programmed for?" Burt asked.

Wendy laughed. "Finding out what you truly want in life is part of the process. Right now, it's buried deep inside your brain. I developed the mind technology to bring it out, so you can enjoy being the real you."

"And Kris knows you're doing this."

"Of course. She knows everything except, of course, what you really want in life."

"All this to get me to work for you?"

"That's right," Wendy said. "To be honest, Kris came to us. She found out about our marital bliss service, but couldn't afford it. But she let us know you're quite an accomplished accountant for your age, so we really do plan to hire you -- unless you're such a crybaby you can't handle it."

"Wait a minute," Burt said, trying to think the implications of everything Wendy was saying. "You mean Kris tried to buy your service?"

"Yes, apparently you're a very bad boy on the Internet by yourself, and she doesn't like it."

"What does your service have to do with my online porn addiction? Do you cure it?"

"You're about to find out," Wendy said.

They came to a thick wooden door.

"Here we are," Wendy said with a cheerful ring in her voice. "You first."

Burt looked inside. "It's totally dark."

Wendy shoved him inside, using a strength that surprised him. He tripped, stumbled and fell to the floor.

In a moment he felt Wendy on top of him, her legs spread provocatively, her weight pinning him down at the waist, and tearing at his clothes like a wild animal. Yet he could not resist, so in a few minutes he was lying on the floor -- what felt like very thick, soft carpeting -- naked.

She laughed, and sounded half crazy to Burt, sure now she was going to kill him somehow. He still couldn't see anything. It was a fairly large room, though, he could tell from the feel of the cool air. It was well air conditioned, and had a spacious feeling.

Not that he could trust his feelings at the moment. He couldn't see anything, and all his body impressions were scrambled by the drug Wendy gave him.

It was darkness, but a darkness alive with energy and twisted like funhouse mirrors.

Then the light came on, a near dim glow that still left the rest of the room shrouded in shadows.

Burt saw Wendy gleefully holding up his clothes, but she lit a match and somehow they went up in flames in flash, incinerated.

"Now you can't leave," she said. "You want to go outside when you're naked? I assure you local law enforcement would not go easy on a naked man disturbing the peace, especially if he tried to blame it on the president of the town's largest employer, who everybody here has known since I was a baby born here and the best behaved little goody two shoes they ever saw, and still think I am."

Burt wanted to run, but knew Wendy was right. He couldn't leave, and had nowhere to go. Kris was in the plot with these crazy people. Besides, the drug made him wanted to do everything Wendy said.

"Time to wash away all the man smell on you," Wendy said. She grabbed his wrist and, with surprising strength, pulled him up and into a large bathroom almost as big as school locker room. "That's always the first step. You can't discover your true desire when you still think you're a man."

Did she really mean what her words seemed to be saying? Or were the drugs addling his brain? Burt wondered. Or maybe some drug was addling hers, because Wendy no longer seemed calm, rational and in control herself. She acted extremely excited and high herself.

Now she half led, half dragged him to an upright stainless steel tube and scrubbed him down with a harsh industrial strength cleanser and a rough brush. Not only the dirt and layer of dead skin, but his body hairs -- roots and all -- came out, leaving his skin red, raw and extremely sensitive.

And she didn't miss any part of him -- any part of him. She scrubbed his penis and ball sack just as thoroughly as his back, and all his pubic hairs came out as well. She lathered up a finger and rammed it into his asshole to clean that out as well.

Wendy dried him off with a thick, pink terrycloth towel with surprising tenderness, given the take no prisoners style of scrubbing she gave him.

He returned to the other room, and the air conditioning almost immediately dried the moisture from the rest of his skin.

Wendy rubbed some white cream over his body. It soothed his skin, moisturizing it, and made him smell nice.

What was coming? Just in front of him, he saw a bed with a white, ruffled canopy. Even the bedcovers were ruffled, like it belonged to a little girl.

And that's when the really strange feeling began.