"Welcome home, dad." Rachel greeted Scott, embracing him with a hug and kiss. Scott walked in on home, through the door, relieved. Today was a special day. His forty-fifth birthday. He was ready for an evening of celebration, presents and relaxation.
"How do you feel, birthday boy?" Rachel cheekily prodded at Scott.
"Feelin' great! I could do with a rest and a massage, but you've got something planned for me?"
"Don't go ruining the surprise, dad. I already promised you're gonna get what you deserve... Can you go wait in the bedroom and get undressed?" Rachel replied and requested in a gentle manner.
Scott silently complied with a nod, and in anticipation, he headed for his room. As he slowly undressed, tired and eager, his mind drifted towards Rachel. Her words "you're gonna get what you deserve." Why did it sound ominous? All of a sudden, his memory kicked in, taking him back to nearly two months ago...
"Dad, did you have any plans or thoughts about what you want to do for you birthday?" Rachel asked Scott.
They were both sitting at the table one morning, nude and eating breakfast. A typical start of the day together. Scott was momentarily lost in thought as he pondered Rachel's question. Birthdays, with age, were ritualistic but mundane. Something that he didn't care to make a fuss over, especially when living a life full of responsibilities and hard work to focus on. It had a been a while since he had partied hard, let loose with friends and had outrageous nights. Still, a spark of excitement flickered within him and he responded.
"I'm gonna be forty-five. Starting to feel like my age is a big number now... so, how about a stripper?"
"DADDY!!" Rachel was alarmed and unamused. It was unlike Scott to be so forward and suggest something so provocative.
"Well, why not? Can't a man have fun for himself?" Said Scott, grinning and making no apologies.
Rachel calmed down from her surprise and laughed it off. While Scott was slightly confused how such a suggestion could provoke such a reaction from his daughter, given their sexual relationship. A minute passed, as Rachel smirked and gathered her thoughts.
"Alright dad. I promise we'll do something special for you forty-fifth birthday. And I promise you're gonna get what you're gonna get what you deserve."
As the memory ended inside of Scott's head, he woke up back to reality and found himself standing naked and alone in the bedroom. "No way... seriously? Did Rachel actually get me a stripper?" He said quietly to himself. A slight alarm inside of him went off the moment the door opened... it was just Rachel. He felt caught off guard but now relieved to see her. He then noticed that Rachel was dressed this entire time, casually, from the moment he was got home.
"Are you ready for your surprise?"
Scott nodded, his heart raced and was beating loudly in his chest, as he clenched his fists and tightened his bicep muscles. Rachel slowly stepped forward, noticing his erection, and revealed a large blindfold. She wrapped it around his head. Scott was immediately surprised but remained unfazed as the blindfold obscured his vision into darkness. It felt soft and velvety against his face, while Rachel tied the back into a tight knot. Unable to see, Scott listened to the faint noises around him, while his whole body felt cool and hypersensitive in his naked and more vulnerable state.
He felt the warm touch of Rachel's hands clasping at his cold fingertips. She gently tugged him forward, guiding him out of the bedroom. A few steps forward and a few turns here and there. Scott slowly but blindly observed that she was taking him to the living room. Almost complete silence, save for the noises of his own breath and footsteps. The living room door creaked open.
She let go of his hands. For a brief moment, Scott was standing still in the middle of the living room, then felt Rachel's hands grabbing his shoulders, completely turning him around. Next, she grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms behind him and... click!
"What on earth?" Scott cried out in confusion. His head instinctively turned side-to-side in vain, still unable to see. Something metal and cold was clasping at his wrists. He then realised he was handcuffed. He tried to pull his arms back forward, but... clank!
His arms were stuck behind him. He struggled for a few seconds, hearing the handcuffs clattering against a long, thin, tall and metal cylinder keeping him in place. He could feel it on his back. Was it a fireman's pole? Where did it come from?
"Rachel, no more games! What the fuck is going on!?" He raised his voice with assertion but agitation. Before he could get an answer, or even saying anything else, he felt something pushed into his mouth. Something round, soft and spongy, forcing his jaw open and leaving him unable to speak. More straps tightened around the back of his head... it was some kind of ball gag.
"Don't spoil the surprise, dad... almost ready." Said Rachel, playfully. His entire body began to tense up and his sense of confusion made him feel uncomfortable and anxious. The suspense only got worse as he could feel Rachel playing around behind him. She was tying him up. He could feel it. Ropes were being used to further restrain him. They circled around his arms, his elbows, upper arms to his torso, chest and ribs. His entire upper body could not move, strapped to this pole. Like the blindfold, the material of the ropes were soft and pleasant on his skin, but it did little to relieve his anxiety.
Finally... Rachel took off the blindfold. His squinting eyelids peeled open. He wiggle and wrested against the knots. The living room was dark, for some reason, on a low light setting, but his eyes opened fully and he realised what was in front of him.
