Tight Little Bow
The characters in this story are all consenting adults with prearranged limits, safewords, and non-verbal signals. Only truly safe sex can be truly kinky! (Happy holidays, ye merry perverts. May your most devious holiday wishes come true.)
On a cold winter's night, lit by the twinkling lights of a decorated tree, a woman was bound. Soft ropes wrapped her wrists and ankles, tying them to the arms and legs of her chair. Her legs were clad in candy cane stockings, and the red bralette she wore was as tight as a drum. It held her breasts high and made an excellent display of her nipples as they poked through gaps in the fabric. Her stomach was bare, as were much of her hips and ass, though she wore a pair of solid green panties. Not naked, but little imagination was required to see her so.
Proximity to nudity did not concern Tanya as she squirmed in her seat. What concerned her was the wand resting between her legs, its bulbous head buried in her groin, its dull hum audible in the stillness of the night. What concerned her further was the grandfather clock in the corner, ticking patiently as its two hands raced to the top of their track. The hum was loud. The hands were slow. There was little chance she could hold out much longer.
It was Tanya's idea to leave a present out for Santa. It had been Lamar's idea that present should be her, or, more specifically, her orgasm. She had to be ripe and ready for when the big man arrived, and thus had been bound beside the tree, with strict instructions not to cum before the clock struck twelve. But the wand had been set too high, and though midnight drew near, so did she. It was a poor predicament to be in, for if she came before Santa did then he might leave her for someone else to find. And that would be very bad for her indeed.
A thin sheath of sweat glistened on her skin. She groaned, trying to deny the pleasure wrought by the vibrator. It felt good.
Too
good. Five minutes until midnight. The damn wand was pressed right into her pussy, but at least it wasn't touching her clit. Thank god she had said no to the nipple clamps and butt plug. They would have ruined her by now.
Four minutes to midnight. A small puddle had formed beneath her thighs, a mixture of sweat and pussy juice that leaked from the sides of her panties. Her scent mingled with the pine smell of the tree, creating a woodsy musk that would drive her partner crazy.
Lamar...I mean, Santa is going to lose his mind when he gets here
, she thought. She breathed herself in and let out another groan.
Three minutes. She needed to stay calm. She tried taking deep, steady breaths, and for a moment the warm tension spreading from her groin began to subside. But as she relaxed her butt slipped forward, jamming the head of the vibrator against her clit. Tanya cried and jerked in her chair, trying to shift the vibrating bulb off her pussy's crown jewel, but only succeeded at wedging it in place.
Two minutes. Had this chair ever been so uncomfortable? Had these ropes always been this rough? They bit the skin of her wrists and ankles as she strained against them, not yielding in the slightest but drawing attention away from her tortured cunt. It was the only thing she could do to keep from cumming.
One minute. Holding on for dear life. Somehow, she held back. Her insides were screaming. Her vagina was a dribbling, helpless mess. But she had made it this far and would be damned if she tripped at the finish line. Thirty seconds now...dear sweet Jesus, help her make it to the end... Ten seconds! Tanya could hardly believe it. She had done it! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!
BONG.
The clock sounded its midnight call, and over the sound of its bell heavy boots could be heard treading the hardwood floor. Tears streamed from Tanya's eyes as around the corner came a large man in a red suit, a white beard dangling beneath his chin, a large sack slung over his shoulder. The beard was false, but the twinkle in his eye was not. Lamar couldn't remember ever being so filled with Christmas spirit as he approached the beautiful bound woman beside the tree. She looked up at him, face split with a grin, and cried:
"Merry Christmas, Santa!
" Then, she came.
It was a heavy orgasm, as pleasurable as its buildup had been torturous. By the time Tanya opened her eyes, the big hand on the grandfather clock rested beyond the five-minute mark. She looked around, dazed. The vibrator had been turned off - she hadn't even noticed - and Father Christmas was sitting in an easy chair, watching her. A tiny smile crept over her lips. "Did you enjoy your Christmas present, Santa?" she asked.
"It was very nice," he said.
Tanya's smile grew. "Do you have any presents for me? Whatever's in your sack, or those red pants of yours...I'll take whatever you give me."
Santa returned her smile, but it lacked the mirth she might have expected given his jolly reputation. Instead of answering her, he reached for a leather-bound book sitting on the coffee table. "Do you know what this is, Tanya?"
"No, Santa, what is it?"
"It's my record of all the boys and girls in the entire world. Their letters, their wish lists...and whether they were naughty or nice."
Tanya grinned. "Which one am I?"
Once again, Santa didn't answer. "Let me read you something," he said, opening his book. "You'll find it familiar: it's the letter you wrote telling me what you wanted for Christmas." Tanya stopped breathing. Her heart began doing flips. The letter had been vague, but quite explicit. Santa cleared his throat and read:
"
Dear Santa,
This year for Christmas I want lots of toys. But not just any toys: I want toys that make blush when I think about using them. I want toys that make my panties wet. I want toys that make me cry, toys that make me scream, toys that make me cum. I have been a very good girl, so please Santa: bring me toys, and make me cum!
Love, Tanya
P.S. Don't bring any toys for Lamar. He's been a naughty butthead."
The room fell silent, save for the ever-present tick of the grandfather clock. Tanya caught the hungry look in Santa's eye and felt the blood rush to her cheeks. "Well..." she said, "did you bring me what I asked for?"
"That depends," Santa replied. "Were you really a good girl as you say?" Tanya quickly nodded. "Oh yes, Santa, I was very good." But as she spoke a shadow passed over her heart to see Santa shaking his head. "No," he said quietly, lowering his face to hers, reaching between her legs, "you were not a good girl. You were naughty. Very, very naughty."
Santa's lips hovered just above hers, so close she could smell peppermint on his breath. She strained her neck for a kiss, but it never came. Instead, the vibrator came back to life, buzzing merrily into pussy, playing havoc once more with her clit. As the meaning of his words washed over her, so too did an undeniable pleasure emanate from her bits. Tanya gasped. "Santa, what do you mean? How was I naughty?"
He chuckled. "Ho, ho, ho. Come now, do you really think a sloppy little slut such as yourself could ever hope to make the nice list?" He reached again between her legs. The vibrations increased. Tanya's mouth fell open, and a groan escaped her lips. "You see? You can't even talk to me without letting your lust get the better of you."
"Oh, don't say that! I can be good! I'll suck your cock, you can have me any way you want. I want to make you cum!"
"But I already have cum." Tanya looked at him in confusion, and Santa gave her a sly smile. "Do you think you're the first person to leave themselves out as an alternative to milk and cookies? I've had more than my share of ass and pussy on this most magical of evenings. I don't think I could stand having another mouth around my cock." He looked down at her pouting lips. "Well, maybe I could. But it won't be yours."
"But...but what about Mrs. Clause?"
"Don't you worry about Mrs. Clause. She is keeping herself
very
entertained with the elves. It's a neat little arrangement: I get all the fireside pussy I want, and she gets off on whatever elf catches her gaze." Santa stood and picked up his sack. "I think it's time that I head out. As you might imagine, I don't fuck with naughty girls."
"Oh, please Santa, put me back on the nice list! I'll do whatever you want, just name it!"
He paused. A tiny smile crept up the corner of his lips. "Whatever I want?"
Tanya nodded. "Yes, anything at all! I am yours."
"Oh no, my dumb little ho ho ho, you are not. I'm leaving you for Krampus. You are to be his for the rest of the night."
The words sent a shiver down her spine. "Krampus?" Tanya whispered.
"You don't know? He normally punishes naughty boys and girls with a birch rod, though what I'll be leaving for him to use on you will be much more...entertaining." He reached into his sack and pulled out a large red ball gag. "I did bring you all the toys you asked for. Unfortunately for you, I won't be the one breaking them in." Tanya opened her mouth to protest, and the gag was pushed between her teeth. "Whatever I want, remember?"
He began removing more and more toys from his sack. As he did Tanya's eyes grew wider and wider. The toys stretched her imagination, as they would her genitals. They were toys that made her blush, toys that soaked her already wet panties. They would make her scream. They would make her cum. They were as exciting as they were terrifying, and she trembled as she imagined them being used on her.
"I have one more present for you," Santa said as he slung the empty sack over his shoulder. "But it's too big to bring in here. I'll be sure to let Krampus know where it is so he can use it on you." He pulled a ribbon from his coat pocket and approached the now trembling Tanya. He showed it to her. She let out a moan as he tied the ribbon over her eyes, black lettering standing out against the red silk, labeling her
