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Rules for the Subs (completely optional for those that enjoy a bit of interaction):
1. If you want to be owned for the duration of this story, simply say, 'I am Mistress Dyvia's property until my next orgasm.'
2. I like my subs, slaves and pets marked. If you have it, red lipstick and green eye shadow for the holiday theme this year. If you don't, you may use red and green markers to write on yourself, 'I am the property of Mistress Dyvia' over your genitals.
3. Keep yourself aroused during the story, if you need to pause to find your arousal, you must.
4. You may not cum without my permission. If you want permission, either comment, review below or write to me with the answers to the two questions at the end. And then politely ask me for an orgasm, I may grant it to you, I may give you a simple task first.
But the most important rule:
Enjoy.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Mrs. Claus and The Femdom Contingence
By Mistress Dyvia
"I do." famous words spoken over the summer to my new husband Christopher, Though I usually called him 'Topher.' We had a bit of a whirlwind romance, he was recovering from his recent divorce, and something about him, made me melt. And a mere three weeks later, we said our vows in Vegas.
Then came the awkward conversation right after Thanksgiving meal at my parents home, he started with a simple, "We need to talk." as you can imagine, my first thought was, 'oh fuck.' he either cheated on me, his old wife wanted back in, or he wanted a divorce.
I asked if we could get back home first, as if it was really serious, I didn't want to be distracted while driving, and he agreed. We sat in the living room, and he dropped the bomb, "I'm Santa Claus."
My eyebrow raised, as I was looking at him for some sign of humor, and I laughed hard and long. He wasn't old, he wasn't super-jolly and he certainly wasn't fat. I laughed, and when he didn't show any sign of humor, I looked at him, "Wait, like you're serious?"
He nodded his head.
"My husband is a mall santa?" I laughed again.
He then stood up and went to the jacket closet and removed a small black box, he opened it and pulled out a red cloth, more like a cape and when he put it on, he seemed to age before my eyes, his facial hair grew and turned white, and he plumped up.
I was in shock. He took it off and was back to normal. I had to ask, "Why are you telling me this now?"
He shrugged, "For the majority of next month I'm going to need some time away from you, I'm going to need Christmas Eve off and a bit of Christmas morning. And I need you to understand why."
The conversation was long, but I had a ton of logistical questions. How the fuck did he hit billions of homes in a single night? Apparently his sleigh had a magic ball on it, so that as soon as he touched it, he and this reindeer were transformed into dark matter tachyon beings. Apparently tachyons have light speed as a minimum speed, and the dark matter form prevents them from doing damage to the air and causing crazy storms and weather conditions which would be a problem for non-dark-matter matter when they moved at 100 million times the speed of light. I don't get that super science BS, but that was his explanation.
How did he fit all those toys into his sleigh? Well apparently he had an energy to matter converter, and he had these tiny glowing cubes that could transform into anything. When he arrived in a home he would place it near the gift recipient and it would transform them into something they wanted. And if they didn't know about the cubes, opening them would implant memories into them and those around them, so a mother might remember purchasing a doll for her daughter, even though she never did. But the memories did not affect 1 in 782 people, hence the reason the myth of Santa has persisted.
Okay. I could handle this.
Topher was well-off but not exactly rich, how did that happen? Apparently investments, he had pens, and later computers and tablets that always predicted the best investments to make. He didn't abuse it, but made it so he could hire his elves seasonally for a wage that would allow them to enjoy the rest of the year, and the same for himself. Essentially they made 24 times minimum wage for one months work, he justified it as double minimum wage for one months work should keep them afloat for the other eleven months of the year. The elves basically worked on machines to create and store the energy needed for the energy-to matter machine in the back of his sleigh.
So i asked about the 'cubes.' and he smiled and pulled another small box out of his pocket, there were three glowing cubes slightly smaller than dice. He pulled one out, and held it in his hand as it stretched, and reshaped. And then offered it to me.
It was a tube of lipstick. I opened it, and the color was amazing, I had to see it on my lips. I went to the mirror and a moment later I was loving the look, in fact the only thing that would make it better, was if I had them wrapped around Topher's hard cock. I went back to him, and that's exactly what I did, I didn't even notice he was still in his Santa form. But he got so hard so quickly, I felt my pussy burning, and dripping with need, and in seconds he was cumming in my throat... But I just couldn't stop, I needed more, and kept sucking and less than a minute, he came again... and again ... and again... I must have been doing that for over an hour, because there was a point when he had cum so much, that I just didn't have enough room to swallow anymore... and the last orgasm just dribbled out of my mouth and ran down my chin and onto my chest.
He let out a "Ho ho ho!" and that finally snapped me out of the cock lust I had been in. and when I asked him for an explanation, he asked me to clean up and he would tell me. So I cleaned up his cum off my face, washed off the lipstick and replaced my top, and went back to him and he told me that what he picked was a lipstick with a color I just had to see on my face, that would turn me into a cock-hungry slut, and the lipstick would perpetually bring him to the edge of an orgasm...
Well, he wasn't wrong. He gave me the other two cubes and said they were up to me what I wanted to make, and he wouldn't be against me making something that would have the same effect on him.
I decided to let them sit for a while, I knew Topher was not going to be a jerk and deny me more of them if I asked, but I didn't want to be that girl who was taking things for granted, so I decided to sit on them. And as expected Topher did actually spend a lot of time prepping for Christmas during the month of December. But then there was the night before the night before... December 23. I had honestly been struggling with things, like the US presidential election. I didn't think there were good choices to vote for, no matter who won, I was pretty sure some bad shit would happen... One steeped in man-child narcissism, the other whose history was soaked in betrayal, lies, and a clearly regressing intelligence. and then the idea hit me... a contingency plan that could make everything better.
Topher had just hours until he adopted his Santa persona to go out and gift the world, He stepped inside the room, he looked tired, I looked like I was ready for sex, dressed in black lingerie that didn't bother to cover the things his eyes moved to.
"Hon," I started with a sultry tone in my voice, "I thought we should give you a night of good sleep before your big night. And what better way than to tire you out physically."
He smiled, and came closer, exhaustion still in his eyes. He nodded and then he saw the present held out before him.
"What's this?" he asked.
I smiled wider, "remember when you said I could make a gift that affected your mind like yours did to me?"
"I do."
