Dog Tags
ONE
Not Happy Birthday!
Beth grinned widely as she handed me the short stack of gifts. There were three
all told, wrapped in a shiny, silvery gift-wrap and tied with wide, blue ribbons
and bows. There were no tags, but of course none were really needed.
It was my birthday after all.
Twenty-one today as the old joke went; I was officially a man now. Not that I
couldn't already pay taxes or get a driver's license or go to some God forsaken
country to die in the spirit of democracy. Hell I could get married and make
babies within the limits of the law, but today I could finally go into any store
or bar and buy a drink. Not that I liked to drink, mind, but it was the
principle of the thing. I was now legal.
Lucky me.
Beth's smile grew as I accepted the gifts from her, both of us sitting side by
side on the couch in her parent's living room. She gave me a quick kiss on the
cheek and wished me a 'happy birthday'. We were alone- through no little
manipulation on Beth's part. Her parents were away for the weekend, three whole
days, and she had convinced her sister to spend at least the first night of the
long weekend at her friend's house. Like I said, lucky me.
I looked over to my girlfriend and thanked my stars once again. Beth was not
beautiful- at least by society's magazine standards, but she was gorgeous to me,
and far better than I had ever thought to do. She was sitting there on the far
end of the plush sofa with her legs curled up beneath her and looking sexy as
hell decked out in shades of blue; a striped turtleneck and form fitting jeans.
She was just a bit plump, her cute cheeks wide and puffed out from her huge
smile, enjoying the moment as I was about to open the gifts that she had bought.
Her big brown eyes sparkled with delight as she watched me looking at the
presents, flipping her shoulder length black hair back over her shoulder as she
scooted a little closer-
"Start with the top one," she said leaning back again to watch with anxious
anticipation. I smiled, nodding and knowing that she had probably spent way
more than she should have as I held up the first package, fairly certain as to
what it was. Beth did not have a job, despite the fact that she was eighteen
and had tried once or twice. She just wasn't suited to work, and we had joked
over the last few months that we had been a couple that she needed someone to
simply take care of her and she had agreed. How she figured that might be me I
had no idea.
I worked in a grocery store as a cashier and stocking shelves. The work was
hard, but satisfying to me, as I liked to get dirty and work up a sweat from a
job well done. The pay was decent, with benefits, and there was room for
advancement eventually, but it was definitely not a job to get rich by. Beth
knew that- having seen my take-home pay often enough- but still she stuck
around. Maybe she loved me for me after all.
I made enough money to pay my bills; rent, gas, electricity and the like, keep
my car running and insured and still have enough to keep us going and have some
fun on the side. Beth and I went out quite a bit, regardless. Nothing
extravagant mind you; movies and such, dinner on occasion, dancing at the local
club where we first met. It was not the good life by any means, but we had a
fun time I thought. At least I did, for the most part, and I thought she did
too.
I opened the first gift, ripping through the paper and unwrapped a book that she
knew I had wanted. I could have gotten it myself, but it was rather inexpensive
and I knew that she was living off of the allowance that she got from her
parents and it was within her meager price range. I leaned over and kissed her,
holding my new book proudly and she gushed when I thanked her.
The next present was a CD; another thing I had mentioned and I was happy that
she had paid attention. I kissed her again, thanking her and setting the CD
aside as she leaned forward a bit, anxious for me to open the last box. It was
small, wrapped in silver and blue like the others and I did not have the
slightest clue as to what it might be. It looked to be a jewelry box, but she
knew I didn't wear any; rings or necklaces- whatever. Jewelry tended to snag on
the shelves at my job and I didn't even wear a wristwatch, preferring instead
the mechanic's watch that dangled from my belt. I shook the box, holding it up
to my ear and she giggled-
"Just open it," she said with a smirk, giving me a playful shove, and I did.
As expected there was a small white jeweler's box beneath the wrappings, and I
opened that as well. Within, I was surprised to find a simple metal necklace,
and holding it aloft dangled a silver dog tag. I don't know just what I
expected to find within the box, but it was not that and as I looked from the
tiny, twirling, metal tag to Beth's grinning face and back again I became more
confused. It was a cheap gift, and I was touched that she had got it of course,
but I had been expecting more I think-
"Read it," Beth said, adjusting her legs beneath her, letting one dangle over
the edge of the sofa as she took the metal tag between her fingers and held it
steady for me to see. I leaned in, staring at the tiny embossed type-
"Beth's" was all that it said. I looked up at her trying to match her smile,
trying to hide my disappointment.
"You don't like it?" she said, her smile quickly fading as she leaned back
again, obviously hurt by my reaction.
"No," I said quickly, slipping the chain through my fingers, looking at the tiny
clasp. "It's great," I lied, forcing a smile.
"I wanted to get you something special," she sighed staring at me, "and these
are all the rage. I got it at that little store outside of town; where they
sell those 'videos'." I could see that she was disappointed by my reaction, her
big eyes looking almost watery as she explained. She had made a special trip to
the sex shop just beyond the city limits- looking for toys for me no doubt. I
was touched...
"I just wanted everyone to know that you belonged to me. I can return it, I
guess."
"No," I said, fingering the clasp, trying to unhook the little ball bearings
from the cylinder that connected the two ends of the chain. Finally it popped
free and I reached up and back, hooking the chain again behind my neck. It was
a tight fit and I knew that it would never slip up over my head. "It's great,"
I said, holding up the tag now locked about my neck for her to see. I was
really impressed that she had gone to so much effort. "I love it- because you
gave it to me." My heart seemed to melt when she smiled again.
"Oh good," she said her wide grin returning quickly. "It looks great." Beth
licked her lips, smirking as I stood. I knew that look, knew what was coming
and I was getting excited and hard thinking about the fun yet to come.
"I need to take a leak," I said, smiling myself as I backed away. "I'll be
right back."
"I'll be here," she purred, giving me a wink as I turned and hurried around the
corner and down the hall.
Once in the bathroom I started to undress, anticipating a good long night of
lovemaking. Beth had gotten her family out of the house to make my birthday a
special one. Granted, we had had sex before- a lot actually, but it had always
been rushed before her parents returned, or uncomfortable, either in my car or
in my room with my housemate just on the other side of the wall. Now we had at
least Friday night- all night alone. My dick sprang from my pants as I let them
fall to the floor and I bit my cheek while thoughts of what was to come danced
in my imagination.
I washed off in the sink, borrowing a wash rag, finally looking at my reflection
in the mirror. I was not so bad looking I decided; tall and thin with brown,
thinning hair already. I looked tired I noted, with bags under my eyes and
pale, white skin exaggerated and washed in shadows from the bright overhead heat
lamp. I stared at the dog tag dangling on the slim chain from my neck, smiling
at Beth's thoughtfulness, watching it sparkle as it turned. It WAS a great gift
I decided, because it was from her- the woman I loved. I would treasure it
always, or at least as long as we were together. Right then I figured that
would be forever.
I smoked a quick cigarette there in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and
watching the smoke swirl skywards to be sucked away into the overhead fan. I
felt tired, and just a little weak oddly, but I was not so exhausted to spend
the night with Beth. I imagined her sprawled, naked on the couch and awaiting
my pleasure. My dick got even harder at the thought, the images flashing in my
mind's eye and I took a final drag from the cigarette, dropping the butt into
the toilet bowl as I stood and flushed.
I felt a slight chill as I stepped naked into the dim hall once again. The
carpeting under my bare feet was rough and cool as I padded down the corridor
back towards the living room. I could hear that she had turned up the
television, saw the flickering lights as the on screen scenes changed quickly.
I took a breath and swallowed, rounding the corner with a smile all my own,
expecting my lover to be waiting...
She was, but not as I had expected. She was sprawled on the couch, but she was
sitting backed up against the far arm, reclining casually with her legs
stretched out on the cushions and crossed at the ankles. She was wearing a pair
of blue suede ankle boots that she knew I liked, and her foot twirled and
twitched slightly as she flicked through the channels with the television's
remote. In her other hand she held a can of beer, which she sipped from as she
looked up at me, grinning again-
"You're naked..." she gasped as her eyes got large, taking me in. My dick was
stiff and standing at attention to see her there, and she in turn looked first
to it, then to my face, grinning. To me I was huge, but I knew too that I had
been left behind when God handed out cocks. It was a cruel joke; me being well
over six feet tall and my penis barely five inches fully erect. Beth had never
seemed to care. She licked her lips, appraising me-
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, just a little surprised that she had not undressed
herself. "I thought-"
"Yeah," she smiled, returning her attention to the television for a moment as
she flipped though a few more channels. "I thought you might, but I thought too
you might want something special tonight." She sipped at her beer, looking me
up and down again.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," she said, recrossing her legs so that one hung out in the empty space
before the couch. She twirled her toes, drawing my attention. "I know what you
want- really. I love sex, and that's fine for me, but I know you like other
things too. I thought maybe we could do something different for your birthday."
"I don't-"
Beth held up her leg, extending her foot so that the black rubber sole of her
boot was facing me squarely. She twisted her foot a bit, eyeing her shoe before
she looked back at me sternly-
"My boot's dirty, Puppy," she said with some authority in her voice, a sneer on
her full lips as she called me by one of her little 'pet' names that she liked
to use. She drew her legs up and back until they were crossed at the knees with
her foot still hanging out before me, dangling. "Clean it!"
Without a second thought I dropped to my knees beside the couch. Beth was
grinning at me again as I took her foot in my hand, resting and supporting her
heel in my palm. I looked up for approval, but she had returned her attention
to the television, so I leaned in closer, licking my lips. I could smell the
soft, worn leather of her boots, the slight odor of her feet as I drew closer,
taking a deep breath. It was heaven.
Beth knew all too well what I wanted- I had hinted at such things often enough,
and I was excited that she would think of me now in this way. In our past, when
we had made love I had worked my way down her legs, kissing and licking to her
feet. She had never seemed that into it, but she loved me I knew so she let me
have my way on occasion. I of course had loved every second, licking and
kissing her feet until she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. Beth had small,
soft sensitive feet and I knew the very first time that she enjoyed that special
attention to one of her 'love spots'. Like she had said, she loved sex and it
didn't take much to get her excited. The times she had given me her feet we had
had wild sex after and she had been so loving in return. Now, reclining on the
sofa as she was she seemed almost dominant and uncaring as I glanced up at her.
She was fully clothed and ignoring me as she let me have her boots but I went to
task with a fervor, a relish wanting nothing more than to fulfill my own
fantasies. I leaned in, kissing first, then quickly licking at the rough rubber
of the sole of her boot.
It tasted foul, the rubber itself bitter. I felt grit and dirt as I licked,
little bits of rock and dried mud grinding in my teeth. There was an old rotten
smell too, as though she had stepped in something, but I did not care as I
slopped my tongue along the bottom of her boot and kissed for all that I was
worth. She simply dangled her foot, watching television as I slathered her
boots with devotion and for some reason that got me all the more hot. I
increased my efforts, stretching and moaning in dismay as she pulled back for a
moment and recrossed her legs and then ordered me at the other boot. I leaned
in again with my newest prize, barely missing a beat as I heard her slight
giggle. I licked and licked at the soles until they were spotless and black,
then started in kissing at the soft toe caps, feeling her toes wiggling beneath
the leather, lost in this new game that she had created-
And all too soon it was over.
Beth shifted position and planted the ball of her foot on my forehead suddenly
shoving me back. I fell backwards, surprised and squatting on my folded legs,
looking up at her with lust and panting. My dick was throbbing for release
between my legs but she simply stared at me and smiled, melting my heart once
again.
"That was nice," she said, twirling her foot before my face. I wanted to lean
in and start kissing again, but knew too that that was not what she wanted. Was
I done for the night I wondered, and I sagged, almost sobbing. I needed her so
much.
"And you did a fabulous job," she added, twisting and twisting her foot as she
inspected her boot. "Did you like that, Puppy?" she asked and I squeaked out
that I did. I was sweating and breathless and horny as hell. I wanted her more
than ever and she simply giggled-
"Good. I hoped you'd enjoy your birthday present. I knew you wanted my feet
for a long time," she said, pulling her legs back and folding them out of reach.
I stared at her feet, watching as she wiggled her toes a final time before they
disappeared beneath her. "Did you have a happy birthday?" she asked and I
nodded. I couldn't speak I was panting so hard.
"Good," she said, giving me that stern look once again. "Now it's time for you
to go. You have work tomorrow, and I'm beat."
"But..." I whined blinking sweat from my eyes, unbelieving. I needed release
and she was throwing me out? I had expected to spend the night at least. I
licked my lips and stared up at her, my eyes pleading. I was shivering from the
sudden chill in the air.
"No 'buts', Puppy. I'm sleepy and you need to be fresh for work tomorrow. Go
home!"
I stood, my pecker bobbing before me, standing proud and dripping for release
much needed release. It actually ached. Beth smirked as she glanced at my
erection, following my gaze, then looked me in the eyes once again-
"Can I borrow your car?" she asked without missing a beat. I swallowed,
hesitating. There was nothing that I would not give her, but it was over two
miles back to my house and last I saw it was pouring down rain and apparently
cold out as well, an autumn storm. I took a shaky, ragged breath, trying to
screw my voice into shape to ask why-
"Please?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. She batted her huge brown
eyes at me, her smile wide and caring. I opened my mouth, trying to talk but
she cut me off-
"Lend me your car!"
"Of course," I nodded, "sure." There was really no other decision to make.
Beth needed to borrow my car and I was happy to loan it to her. She grinned and
held out her hand, wiggling her fingers. I was captivated by how small they
looked; soft and white, so clean. Her nails were long and sculpted, painted
clear-
"The keys?"
I blinked, forcing my gaze from her beautiful, petite hand and saw that she was
wearing that stern, commanding look again. She was frowning with impatience and
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I turned, whispering a quick
apology and trotted from the room, my dog tag jangling and bouncing against my
chest, my hard-on bobbing stupidly. I could hear her chuckling as I padded down
the hallway and into the bathroom again before I scooped up my discarded pants
to rifle the pockets for my keys.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I found my key ring and dropped my pants again
to hurry back. Turning I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the big bathroom
mirror. My hair was sticking up, jutting out all over my head from rubbing
against Beth's shoes and legs and my face was smeared with dirt and grime. My
skin was still splotchy red from my flush of embarrassment and beads of sweat
glistened, matting down my chest hairs. I was a mess, but didn't care- well, a
little. I ignored my state of being though and rushed out of the room. Beth
was waiting.
She was still on the sofa when I returned, now sitting with her legs crossed,
her right foot kicking as she watched the television. She glanced at me as she
took a sip from her beer and waved a hand at the coffee table before returning
her attention to the show.
"Just drop the keys there and go get dressed. It's getting late, and I want to
get to bed." I did as she said, nodding and setting the keys on the polished
glass tabletop before her before spinning on my heel and hurrying back to the
bathroom. She ignored me, and my compliance totally, absorbed in her program.
She did not even say thank you.
I didn't care though as I rushed to get my clothes on. She had sounded annoyed
for some reason and I did not want to piss her off any further by being too
slow. I jumped into my underwear and pants and tugged my tee shirt over my head
before dropping to the toilet to put on my socks and shoes. I stood and looked
into the mirror, brushing my hair down with my hands and contemplating washing
my face. I was filthy and disheveled, and it would only take a moment I thought
as I turned on the water, reaching for the still damp rag I had used before.
I noticed then that my dog tags were beneath my shirt and I hesitated, pulling
them free once again. They sparkled in the bright light, flashing as they
bobbed and dangled on the slim, beaded chain...
"Hurry up!"
I blinked at the sound of Beth's voice and realized that I must have been day
dreaming. My hand hovered in the air, just about to grab the washrag from the
bar on the wall. My face was still dirty and my tags still dangled there as I
stared at their dazzling reflection. Beth sounded mad though, so I shook my
head hoping to clear my thoughts. Maybe I was more tired than I realized and
Beth was right. Of course she was...
I hurried from the bathroom and found her waiting near the front door in the
entryway. She looked annoyed with her hands poised on her hips and one foot
tapping impatiently on the floor tiles in front of the door. I rushed towards
her, embarrassed that I had disappointed her- again- and mumbled an apology.
"Sorry..." I said, hanging my head as she folded her arms over her breasts and
sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. Finally she smirked and put one hand
under my chin, raising my head.
"That's okay, Puppy," she cooed, smiling. "You'll do better next time. You
better get going though."
Beth opened the door and as if on cue lightning flashed and lit the night
followed immediately by a loud, booming crash of thunder. We both jumped at the
sudden noise and I shivered, staring out into the darkness as the rain seemed to
pound down all the harder. I looked to Beth with pleading eyes, licking my lips
and hoping that she would change her mind and let me spend the night, or at
least not borrow my car. She simply looked at me and shrugged.
Beth reached behind her and took a plastic shopping bag from the small table
near the door. She handed it to me with a smile, looking up with her huge brown
eyes and I knew that I had been forgiven again.
"Your presents," she said, one slim hand resting on the door knob as she stepped
closer. The fingers of her other hand wrapped about the dog tag and she tugged,
forcing me to bend over a bit. Beth gave me a quick peck on the cheek and I
felt my skin flush again, but before I could kiss her in return she released the
chain and turned me to the door.
"You hurry home now," she said, giving me a gentle shove. I hesitated as the
sky lit up again, thunder booming. I looked back to her, but her smile was
almost gone.
"Beth... please..." I begged. "It's pouring! Can't you at least drive me
home?" Her smile turned to a frown as she shook her head and sighed. Her voice
had turned as chilly as the wind whistling in through the open doorway-
"I better not," she said as she stared out into the storm. "It looks pretty
bad, and besides I'm almost asleep as it is. I might drift off on the way back.
You wouldn't want me to have an accident, would you?"
"No, of course not, but..." My face lit up as a new idea occurred to me, "you
could stay at my place." Beth smirked but shook her head.
"No, my folks might call. What would they think if I wasn't home, hmm? Better
you just go... Now!"
I nodded, shivering as I stepped over the threshold and under the overhang of
the eaves. I felt the chill wind immediately, the spray of the rain now washing
against me as I was no longer sheltered within the house. I started to turn
back, torn between my desire to stay with the woman I loved and my need to do as
she bid. I jumped as the door slammed in my face. I heard the locks clacking
shut beyond with a deafening finality and a moment later the porch light winked
out, a fading glow in the dark night.
I sighed and rushed out into the storm. I held the plastic bag with my gifts
over my head for all the good that it did, the little protection that it
offered. I was drenched as I jogged up to my car parked at the curb in front of
Beth's house. My coat was inside, I could see it there rumpled in a ball on the
passenger seat where I had left it. I could at least get it, or even better
wait out the worst of the storm in my car, then hurry home when the rain
lessened. I tried the handle...
It was locked of course- all four doors.
I cursed under my breath, sagging as I pressed against the rain-slick window and
stared at my coat. I could go back for the keys, explain to Beth but somehow I
knew that she would not give them to me. I didn't understand why, or why she
had suddenly become so... cruel. I loved it of course- in play. The
domineering attitude got me hot, and it was fun playing Beth's foot slave for
awhile. But it was all in fun- foreplay. She seemed to be taking it too far,
almost for real.
At least I thought she was, standing there in the pouring rain, drenched and
shivering. Lightning flashed again, a long crackling bolt arching across the
thick, dark sky. I started walking as the thunder rolled.
I had a long way to go...
