"Silence girl!" he said to her with a wicked twinkle in his eye.
She knew then that some very naughty fun was about to be had and she quietly gave herself up to the small men surrounding her. She was very startled at how strong they were. They had bent her backwards quickly and each of them had an arm or a leg in his hands. She was surprised, and a bit turned on at how roughly they dragged her inside the gate.
Before she could even think of struggling they had carried her to a thick candy cane stripped pole about five feet tall. They put her on her knees and secured her wrists in front of her, and around the pole, with a thick strand of strong cinnamon scented red rope and took up their places as guards around her.
Unable to resist she leaned forward and licked the rope. It tasted as sweet as it smelled and reminded her of cinnamon spiced apple cider. But she was quite sure that it was not edible and was as strong as any rope she had ever been bound with. The thing that surprised her most was that she did not go immediately into sub space like she did when her Sir put her in bondage. However, she did feel a bit giddy with all the excitement and intrigue.
But she was most surprised when her Sir spoke to the crowd. "If you will all line up with your slaves," he said to the Dominants, "I have something to attend to, but Santa and his helpers will be here soon."
"Tonight is the greatest night of the year for Santa. And as you all know it is the strength, intensity and force we Masters create and control with our slaves and submissives, and transmit to him on Christmas Eve that is so important. It is what gives him the energy he needs to do all that work as quickly as he does. The kind of power exchange that is generated with the sexual power and dominance we employ in our BDSM scenes is more vital and indispensable than anything else he needs to carry out his unique mission on this night."
"However, it can be very taxing and Santa is going to need some fun time, relaxation and serious power exchange to charge him back up again when he finishes handing out all those gifts. So, if you will come help us get started he will be here soon."
Suddenly Cher began to understand the power that her Sir was talking about. She knew well how his power exchange felt with her. And, it boggled her mind as she tried to imagine the combined power of all those strong Masters and Dominants and slaves being transmitted to one person.
"Wow," she whispered to herself trying to picture it and realizing that her imagination was not nearly that extensive.
Sir David opened the gate then and beckoned to everyone to follow him and as he walked through he added with a wide evil grin, "Let's get these sexy little slaves started and give Santa something to look forward to coming home to."
And then Cher felt a familiar twinge in her pussy as the Masters at hand grabbed their slaves tightly by the hair and guided them through the gate and down the little path to the House of Santa. She saw some of the slaves' eyes roll back and she realized that they had descended into sub space with their Master's touch. Others were moaning seductively, and still others were actually whimpering as they were told by their Master's not to cum yet.
Sir David stopped long enough with Cher to bend down and give her a kiss and instructions to obey everything that the elves told her. A twinge of fear crept into her mind at the thought that her Sir was going to leave her here. But, she had known him long enough to know it would do no good to try and argue with him. Besides, she knew he would never leave her in any real danger, and all of his friends were there if she needed them.
"Yes Sir," she whispered and forced a pretty smile for him as he left her with these strange little men and disappeared into the little house. She looked once again at the elves around her and some of the ones stationed in other areas and saw a kinky little gleam in their perverted little eyes. She found it to be both gross and a turn on at the same time.
She found herself wondering if their cocks would be big enough for her to enjoy. Then shaking her head she wondered what depths of depravity she had sunk to as she felt the wetness begin in her cunt at the thought of being fucked by them. She looked away quickly because she did not want to let them know that she was turned on. "I wonder if elves can read minds like the Christmas songs say?" she asked herself.
Just then a tall heavyset man in a Red velvet suit with white fur trim walked through the door. As the crowd began to cheer his arrival he stopped next to Cher long enough for her to see the twinkle in his eyes above his rosy cheeks and white beard. He smirked at her and said, "Well, well, little one. I am happy to see you again. Have you been a good girl?"
"Well Santa," Cher giggled, "At least I have been good at it."
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Oh that's wonderful Cher, because this big ole fucker is looking forward to another great fuck this year," he hooted as his belly shook. He gave her a wink then and as he headed to the throne he turned to the elves guarding her and said, "Take care of her but remember that tight little asshole is all mine tonight, got it?"
"Yes Santa," they all said in unison as they leered greedily at Cher. She lowered her eyes at the pang of humiliation she felt at being turned on by these strange little men.
Santa reached his throne and before he sat down he announced to the crowd, "Friends let me present Mrs. Clause." All the Masters gave a little bow and applauded as a very sexy mature woman emerged from the house. Her hair was white and curly and hung to the top of her shoulders. But, she was stacked like a brick outhouse and had long sexy legs that were visible below the very short red velvet skirt that was trimmed in white fur and a red and white hat just like Santa's. The skirt came just below her bottom. And her titties were large, full and bare just like the slaves who were present, as they peeked out above the fur trim.
"Now please welcome Mistress Green Grinch," Santa said.
The Masters present began to applaud and made lewd comments as a sexy tough looking brunette emerged from the house. She too was tall and beautifully proportioned. She was dressed in a bright green latex bustier and thong with knee high green high heeled leather boots and she strutted around slapping an evil looking switch on her hand and pursing her bright red lips in a very Mistress like frown. She strutted back and forth in front of Santa's throne a few times and finally stood next to his bag of switches, while Mrs. Clause took her place next to the bags of goodies.
With a great flourish Santa sat down on his throne and an elf that had stationed himself by his side brought out a very thick scroll. Mrs. Clause brought out a glass of milk from somewhere and like a proper lovely slave she knelt at Santa's side. After pressing the glass to her abdomen she kissed the rim and held it up to him with both hands as she lowered her head. "Thank you Pet," Santa said.
Cher was surprised that Mrs. Clause was Santa's slave, but then, "Why not?" she thought to herself. It seems only natural that it would be that way in this place with these people.
"Now," Santa said after taking a sip of milk and picking up a piece of fruitcake from a plate on a table by his throne. Nibbling on the cake he went on, "Have you checked the list twice Roger?" he asked the elf next to him.
"Yes Santa," Elf Roger said.
"Okay let's get this show on the road," he said.
"The first couple is Master Randy and his Dragonslave Santa." And Sir David's friend Sir Randy and his slave came forward.
