For years, I've had this yearning to do something special for my 'mate' for the holiday season and this year, I vowed, was going to truly be the year. The week before Christmas was a hectic one for me. Working, buying last minute gifts, and of course, making the preparations for my 'surprise' for 'Daddy'. There was the hair cut, the manicure, the pedicure... not to mention some other more personal items to check off of my 'to do' list as the days and hours counted down. Yet... here I was... all thumbs trying to prepare before Daddy got home. All the preparation had still come down to the final minutes before his arrival.
"Damn ribbon!" I curse to myself, as it stubbornly refuses to do just what I wish it to. Looking into the bathroom's full length mirror I decide that it's not going as I'd planned, so I undo it and start again. Lifting my foot up onto the closed toilet seat lid, I lean back against the counter edge. Slipping a length of the ribbon in between my toes I begin to again unwind the spool, moving it around my leg in an upward spiral, until it meets my hip. Once there, I wrap it twice around my waist and then descend it all the way down my other leg, under my foot and then back up, repeating the process until the ribbon reaches the bottom of my first leg once more. Tying the two ends of the ribbon together in a little bow on the outside of my ankle, I stand up once more to admire my handiwork in the mirror. Turning to the side, I stand on my tiptoes, giving my profile a thorough once-over, thinking out loud to myself, "Hmmm... that actually looks pretty good. Now if only it could make my hips and ass look smaller ... Otherwise I'd say that it was darn near perfect."
Running my hands over the ribbon pattern around my hips, I contemplate on how I'm going to wrap my arms and chest. It's then that I decide to mimic this same pattern- after all, it worked well this first time!
I begin tentatively by grasping the ribbon between two of my middle fingers and wind it up around my arm, pausing as I reach my shoulder.
"Hmmm... I wonder if I could...?" I continue mumbling to myself as I unroll a length of the ribbon from the spool, loop it behind my back and down my side, so that when I pull it up in front of me, it lies beneath one breast but over the other. Grinning at myself in the mirror, I am pleased as a kitten as lapping up spilled milk, as I wrap it a second time in the same pattern before going down the opposite arm. As I return back up my arm, the ribbon again crosses my chest, but in the opposite fashion, slipping the spool under one of the previous loops to make it a criss-cross pattern between my breasts, which are now held tightly in place by the ribbon. As I continue to wrap myself, I come to the realisation that I am humming some Christmas Carols and making little kitten mewing noises. Considering this for a moment with a grin, I finish the trip down my arm, before using my mouth to help my hands fashion a bow on the outside of my wrist, similar to the one sported on my ankle.
Once again I turn to the mirror and admire my handiwork; twisting and bending to make sure that it's not too tight- I didn't know what sorts of things Daddy might dream up for me, after all.
"It's still missing something ..." I ponder that thought for a moment and look at the remaining spool of ribbon, grinning wildly as I figure it out.
"That's it!"
Instantly, I begin to fashion a rather large matching bow to affix at the crossing point between my breasts and yet another that I work onto the back of the waist 'band', leaving flowing lengths of ribbon to hang down over my ample buttocks. Giggling, I turn around a few times to admire the flowing effect, and then take another length, fashioning a bow around my waist length hair. Having done this, I head out of the bathroom and head to the bedroom... pausing in the hall for just a few moments to turn the heat up a few degrees, for comfort purposes, due to my lack of clothing.
Entering the room, I see my bag of 'toys'… I had prepared these on the bed earlier in the morning, along with a few more pieces of my 'costume'. Smiling to myself, I readjust my collar, as it had turned during all my contorting in the bathroom, and slowly saunter across the room to my jewellery box. Picking out the matched pieces with bells for my chest piercings, the ones that Daddy had picked out for me, I put them on while standing in front of the mirror, taking the time to bounce for a moment, just to hear them jingle. Satisfied that they are properly in place, I return to the bed and snap bands of bells around both of my upper arms, and a matching set around my thighs and waist. All of the bell belts possessed a few small D rings, in the event that Daddy chose to use them in another more
creative
way. Now as I move around the room, the jingling of several sized bells echoes off of the walls, filling the room with their own brand of lovely holiday 'music'.
"Mmmmm... I do think Daddy shall enjoy that." I smirk to myself, looking at the rest of the 'outfit' lying on the bed. Anxiously looking at the clock, I start to fidget. Daddy should be home in less than half an hour!
Moving quickly, I start to run through the apartment and make sure that everything is 'just right' and begin lighting a plethora of candles, covering every conceivable safe surface in the living room. The lights on the Christmas tree sparkle and shine reflecting themselves on the walls. At this point, I'm thankful that I thought to close the window blinds before getting into the shower, as I glance down at my nearly naked form. Blushing, my skin instantly takes on a familiar hue, as I look forward to a session of 'playtime with Daddy'.
Lighting the last of the candles, I flip off the light switch and swiftly run back into the bedroom and retrieve my bag o' goodies, placing it carefully under the tree. Smiling with satisfaction, I return to the bedroom and pick up the chrome glittering metal harness and bridle and place it in my mouth, sliding the harness with reins back over my shoulders, as I get it into place.
Grinning, I pick up the butt plug with a tail attached to it, knowing that it will help complete the illusion. Slowly, I spread a little lube onto the rubber tip and mold it around the surface, before turning my back to the mirror and carefully pulling out its place holder that I had worked into my ass while in the shower. Whimpering softly, my arousal already evident, even though I had just showered, I slide the tail-laden larger butt plug into my ass very slowly, savoring the feel of my puckered hole being spread, imagining what it will feel like when Daddy fills my ass with his cock, as I was sure he would tonight... I was sure we were both going to get and give more than even I could imagine... Daddy was so very wicked and thoughtful with his 'Little Girl'. Glancing at the clock, I realize my minutes are slowly ticking away.
Running to the bed, I pick up one more piece of ribbon with a note card attached that simply says, "SPECIAL DELIVERY, For: Daddy, From: Santa's Helper, You've been a very good boy this year!"
Giggling excitedly, I string it around my neck and tuck it into one of the pieces of ribbon over my chest. so that it looks like a gift tag. Then, I pick up the last piece of my outfit, turning to look in the mirror as I do so for one last time, and slide the headband toting antlers into place. Spinning in a slow pirouette just once, I smile to myself in satisfaction.
"I do believe this is just about perfect..."
Retreatingto the living room, I 'place' myself under the tree, front side out, laying the long ribbon from the bow on my backside over my hip teasingly, covering my womanly mound below.
As I put on the finishing preparation touches, I can hear the familiar sound of the engine and exhaust to Daddy's car, as it pulls up in the driveway. Giggling to myself I squeal, "He's here! Get ready..."
Slowly and delicately, I lower my head onto the bag o' toys labeled, "Have I been Naughty or Nice?" and wait for him to come inside, my growing excitement causing a lovely rose-coloured blush to cover my skin.
From my vulnerable position, I hear Daddy's key slowly turning in the door's lock... at least it seems slow to me,as my breath catches in my throat.
Finally, I feel the cool rush of air from the open door as it hits my exposed backside, covering my form in little tingles, followed quickly and inevitably by goose-bumps. By this point, I know he can see the entire place is quiet and dark except for the twinkling of the tree lights and smells of the burning candles.
"Baby Girl...?"
I hear him call out, as he closes the door and resets thelock. My only response is a whinny- I'm not sure what sort of noises a reindeer would make so I figure that I'll just go along the lines of a horse… I can hear him pause, just for a moment, chuckle lightly to himself, and then begin his painstakingly slow ascent up the stairs.
As he turns the corner into the living room, and into my line of sight, I watch silently with round eyes, as he first takes in the sight of the candles and then, his eyes dance around the rest of the room, a slow grin spreading across his face as I nicker softly and his eyes follow trace the sound to its source, and he spies me under the tree.
I can see as he stands there, outlined in the candlelight, that his eyes are flowing over each and every curve and contour of my body as his mind processes the details; His eyes hungrily roam over the flow of the ribbons before taking in all the 'extra' pieces. He lets loose a small chuckle from the antlers and rein combination, as well as the message on the toy bag, which is cut off as his eyes are drawn to the lights dancing off the bells affixed to my chest.
I know he can sense my nervous excitement, as the little bells give away my shaking. Chuckling, he crosses the room stops to kneel in front of me, leaning down to kiss my temple, and reads my 'tag'.
"Hmmm... " he speaks as a hand traces the outline of my face, down across my neck amd to my chest, teasing a nipple with the lightest of touches, causing the bell to jingle once again, and then moving further down to my waist, just outside the roundness of my hip. "Should I open this present now? ...Or should I wait and enjoy it as it is, for now?"
Grinning, he gently slips the toy bag from beneath my head, replacing it with a pillow from the nearby chair. His other hand, still petting lightly over my form, serves to increase both my excitement and arousal. I whinny and nicker occasionally, nuzzling at his knee playfully with my nose as he picks up the bag and stands, crossing the room to take a seat on the couch, leaving me where I am... for now.
"What have we here?" he says as he opens the sack and starts to flip through the bag's contents. His hand, feeling the familiar texture of paper, draws out a perfectly scrolled note. His grin widens as he breaks open the seal and reads the message within, the message letting him know that every 'toy' in this bag can be used at his choosing and discretion.
