She sat
back and gazed at the comfortable sight before her.
The fireplace, gently warming the room, cast
stocking-shaped shadows on the far wall. The Christmas
tree, sparkling and shimmering in the subdued light,
sheltered the packages that they had just finished
wrapping.
It was Christmas Eve ... their first Christmas
together. The holiday chores were all completed, and
they were relaxing, holding each other, relishing the
contentment and peace that had filled their souls. His
arms held her tightly, pressing her close to him, and
she giggled as she wondered silently :::is this what
they mean by
"Of Human Bondage"::: She squirmed a bit and tilted
her head to find his eyes filled with an adorable
glint of impending mischief.
"Darlin, we have a problem." She looked at him
quizzically and waited for clarification. She had
grown to know him over the past year, and had learned
to wait patiently while he chose just the right words.
"It's nothing serious, and we can remedy it without
TOO much trouble," he continued. "You see, I see one
gift left to wrap up."
That familiar shudder of delight tingled through her
body, and a happy giggle bubbled from her lips. She
extricated herself from his arms, knelt before him and
gently lay her head in his lap, in his favorite
position of submission.
"Let's see.... what do we need to wrap packages?" He
counted each item off on his fingers. "Wrapping paper,
some tape, scissors, bow, ribbon and a tag. Oh yeah,
and the gift." He made a show of scanning the room, as
if looking for each item in its turn. "Hmmmmm but we
have a problem... I know we're out of some of this
stuff... what *ARE* we going to do?"
As she knelt there before him, he slipped a blindfold
over her eyes, and slipped locking cuffs on her wrists
and ankles. He drew her right hand behind her back,
quickly clasped her right wrist to her left ankle, and
snapped the lock shut. "That should keep you safe
while I get what I need."
As always, an erotic calm overtook her as she felt the
simple bonds claim her. He had taught her the freedom
of captivity, and she had grown to love being bound as
much as he loved tying her. In his absence, she
thought back to the very first Christmas they had
known each other... how she had hated the thought of
being separated from him... how she had sat at the
computer in the middle of the night, with ankles and
wrists bound, and wrote him a story for a Christmas
gift... how they had both been awed by the chemistry
between them... the adversities they had overcome ...
how they had continued to grow closer and closer as
they slowly revealed themselves to each other.... the
first time they...
Her reverie was broken by a strong fingers weaving
themselves through her hair, forcing her head back,
and insistent lips and tongue claiming hers. As
always, she was overwhelmed by the breathless passion
and possession of that kiss, and her body reacted with
matching intensity as an orgasm was wrested from deep
within her.
After she recovered, he unlocked her cuffs and helped
her to her feet. "Stand up. I'm hungry for a candy
cane. And lucky you... *YOU* my dear are going to be
my candy cane."
He reached under the tree and pulled out one of the
wrapped packages. "Here.. open this." She gave him a
quick kiss and ripped open the package, discarding the
paper and ribbon. She squealed with glee as she lifted
the lid to see a white stockings and a very sexy pair
of 5" red patent leather come-fuck-me spike heel
pumps. "Put them on.. NOW," he commanded, and she
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He stuffed a red silk scarf into her mouth and applied
red electrical tape to hold it in place. He added a
hood, fashioned from a pair of hooker-red hose. He
adjusted it carefully and, as always, checked to make
sure she felt comfortable and safe with this added
layer of bondage. She nodded, happily. As a finishing
touch, he slipped a red dickey over her head and
smoothed it around her neck.
With his foot, he motioned for her to spread her legs
and slowly, deliberately, fastened a crotch rope
around her waist and between her wet lips, dallying
there far longer than was really necessary. She
writhed in pleasure, and he pinched her nipple soundly
to punish her for moving. "Candy canes don't move.
Stand still!!"
He unlocked the leather cuffs, muttering "These don't
match at all," and replaced them with a wide red
ribbon left over from their earlier wrapping project.
Her arms were tied high behind her back with forearms
crossed (left arm to the outside, of course). He
swirled the ribbon around both arms, candy cane-style,
and tied her ankles tight together neatly.
"Let's see. Candy canes are red and white. Do I make
you red first, and then add the white? Gee, that
sounds like a good idea." She could imagine the leer
on his face as he drew her over his knee, and she
could envision the transformation as each spank landed
on a different inch of her tushie. Over and over his
palm struck her soft skin, brightening the glow with
each strike. Naturally, he paid special attention to
her trigger spots and she moaned with delight as the
waves of orgasms began to engulf her.
He stood her back up and admired his handiwork,
running his palm gently over the reddened flesh. She
loved when he touched her gently in this way,
intimately and caringly. "God, I love my job," he
said, and they both laughed.
He continued caressing her as he spoke. "Did I tell
you that I went to Walmart today? You won't believe
what was on sale. They had Saran wrap... RED Saran
Wrap. Lots of it. Rolls and rolls of it." She could
tell, by the sound of his voice, that he had that EVIL
smile that she had come to love, and she could imagine
the light in his eyes as he anticipated putting his
dastardly plan into action.
She could hear him opening the first roll of Saran
Wrap. He started at her ankles, positioning it just so
as he encased her in the colored transparent material.
Time stopped as she lost herself in the erotic
imprisonment as each layer moved further and further
up her body. He worked deliberately, neither too
slowly nor too quickly, stopping once in a while to
admire his handiwork. He stopped momentarily at the
tops of her thighs.
"I am going to bend you at the waist to make the candy
cane. I want you to hold this position and not move.
Will you be able to do that?" She nodded her assent,
and for the bazillionth time thanked the fates for
finding her someone so safe and caring.
He moved more quickly to encase her in the red
plastic. The curve of her body made it a bit more
difficult for him to work with the Saran Wrap. Through
her mental haze, she heard him mutter "Damn I wish
these rolls were bigger" as another roll was opened
and the box tossed aside.
The heat of the covered areas contrasted with the cold
of her bare breasts and arms, and she shivered with
passion and a bit of chill. Sensing her discomfort, he
stopped for a moment and held her, kissing her through
the gag and hood. He returned to his task and deftly
continued to mummify her, to her shoulders in the
Wrap. He covered the bottom hem of the dickey with the
Saran Wrap.
"Now for the finishing touch," he said. "You okay?"
She nodded, and felt him move away. She heard tinkling
coming from the area of the room that held the
Christmas tree, and she thought immediately of the
white garland he had insisted on buying.
He returned to her and swiftly swirled the tinsel
around her, again starting at her feet. He fastened it
in place with small pieces of red electrical tape,
carefully positioned so as not to show in the pictures
that he would soon be taking. He worked his way up her
body, making sure that all the loops were spaced in
perfect symmetry.
When he reached her upper body, she heard him thinking
aloud. "Hmmm I have an idea here. Get ready baby,
gonna give you some air."
He moved around to the front of her, and before she
could think, she felt the unmistakable sensation of
his knife pressed against her tender nipple. "DO NOT
MOVE." The words were spoken, even though she was
immobilized under the plastic wrap. Tenderly,
carefully, he cut the Saran Wrap around her nipples,
baring them to the cold air and to his skilled
fingers. She reeled, excited beyond expression at the
danger and swimming at the sensations.
Each nipple swelled as it was freed from its
encasement, and she moaned loudly as she felt his lips
enclose each in turn. This ministration completed, he
returned to finish applying the white garland to his
human candy cane. When he reached her nipples, he
dragged the garland across each, sensuously tormenting
her. She screamed a muffled scream as he applied
tweezer clamps to each nipple, holding the garland in
place with the clamps. He continued to swirl the
garland around her body and, finally reaching her
head, taped it and stuck a huge white bow on top.
She was covered, head to toe, in red and white. Her
breath was shallow with arousal. Her skin was reddened
from the spanking, from the position she had held, and
from the body heat building up beneath the Saran Wrap.
She was hot... mentally, physically and sexually
aflame. He knew it, and she knew that he knew it. She
surrendered to the utter helplessness and lost herself
totally in the orgasms that wracked her body over and
over and over.
He held her gently, bracing her and allowing her time
to recover. Eventually, he moved away and she heard
the familiar *click* of the Polaroid. *click* *click*
*click* He spoke the very words she was thinking...
"Wow.. great Christmas cards next year."
She was weak and struggling to remain upright. He
noticed her discomfort and quickly freed her, undoing
the garland and slitting the Saran Wrap with his
safety shears. He removed the clamps and waited for
her to recover from the waves of painful pleasure
before continuing. Off came the dickey, the hood, the
gag, and the ribbons tying her arms and ankles.
Finally, he tenderly removed the red pumps from her
feet.
She was naked, she was spent, and she was in bliss. He
held her close, bent to kiss her, and murmmured,
"Merry Christmas, Darlin."
