Sabrina And Jon Ornamentism

Jon let himself into his apartment, shaking off the jacket and the cool air radiating off of it. He tended to enjoy the colder seasons more than most, but cold weather plus stress due to the holidays always knew how to hit him harder than most other days, creeping into muscles and joints to make his running around extra taxing sometimes. Unbeknownst to many, he was doing a bit of overtime himself so the employees under him wouldn't be working through the holidays as they'd all worked hard and didn't deserve a shorter paid holiday. He never let anyone notice how it was at the expense of his own schedule or sanity, not even Sabrina who curiously didn't seem to notice. A bit dejected from working later than normal again, not even bothering with going for the gym directly after, Jon was mostly interested in dressing down and relaxing for the rest of the day.

His tall athletic frame tensed a moment at his doorway before easing, realizing how tired he was, flashing lights coming from the direction of his living room totally evaded his notice at first. He would've slipped into a combat mode of some sort if he didn't remember Sabrina had took off a little earlier than everyone else. He had no idea what mischief was going on in his apartment, but there was comfort in knowing she would be behind it, and whatever her idea of fun was to come.

Stepping into the living room area, he was surprised the source of the lights flashing was merely Christmas tree lights going off and on, with Sabrina dressed in sweatpants and a white t-shirt hanging off one shoulder with a Christmas reef turning into a spiral decorating the front of it. Standing next to a bare tree, an annoyed smirk across her face was her greeting.

"You were supposed to go to the gym so I could surprise you," Sabrina half-complained.

"Sorry to spoil your Christmas caper," Jon smirked more genuinely, looking down at the supplies she'd smuggled into his place to set up a sizeable Christmas tree in his apartment. His head did a double-take as he saw Loqui sitting on his couch, in a sleeping position. The small black cat mewled as Jon's speaking woke her up; she saw fit for Jon to make it up for her by serving as a heated mattress for her to lay across.

"That's okay," her face morphed into a smile reserved for light-bulb moments when a sexy or hypnotic (or both) idea popped into her head. "You can help me decorate since you're here."

Jon tried to keep his sigh less exasperated, but enough of it came though. "Is this really necessary, Sabrina? You've got a big one up at your place. Shouldn't that be enough?"

"No," she stated, almost perplexed at the assertion. "As one of the few holidays I actually like, more abodes should have the proper trees present. You used to have one at your family home every year, right?"

"I did," Jon enjoyed the content purring as he stroked Loqui's black fur. "But like I told you before, I kind of grew out of the decorating phase of Christmas; the commercial gifting side of it I'll celebrate with ease, but decorations just seem....not necessary to me."

The redhead's mock sounds of disbelief got a snicker or two out of her boyfriend.

"It isn't a matter of necessity, Jonathan," she chided with hands on her hips. "It's about celebration, the spirit of the season, and expression."

"Really," Jon replied unconvinced, glancing over at her choice of decorations, all of it looking pretty standard fare for Christmas, but looking through the lens of WWSD - what would Sabrina do. "I thought it was a matter of distraction, the spirit of fixation, and mesmerism."

"Ancillary benefits don't preclude the original intent, Jonathan," Sabrina's voice got lower, and Jon couldn't tell if the drop in octave was threatening or inviting; he feared she might somehow make it both, despite his challenge of reason.

"Ancillary benefits? When didn't the average Christmas tree serve as some kind of beacon for you to blind someone with pretty lights so they could be more open to you?"

"I love how close you always are to stating an objective fact with just a dash of a misguided perspective," she chuckled. "Indeed I have taken a mind, or twelve, with the beautiful adornments of a Christmas tree. And while they do effectively blind their conscious mind, you yourself seem blind to how blinding their conscious mind allows the subconscious mind to open their eyes, to see, to relish in the true beauty only their deepest selves can appreciate. Our love of holidays and the spirit within them goes deeper, much deeper beyond the surface; that child-like love everyone speaks of, it takes the so much to cut through all the adult cynicism to reach it, but it's so wonderful when you reach it, right Jonathan?"

Looking away from his lecturing girlfriend, Jon was reminded again of how he needed to start doing psychology research to be able to confirm or deny some of the statements that sounded like averments. "Child-like love" he knew translated to "critical-thinking" in her language, but even that knowledge couldn't take away from how it was delivered to his ears, with indomitable confidence that always shook his reality, and that professional hypnotherapist tone able to make anything sound like empirical fact. He had to stop himself from questioning her words too long before they became what he wanted, and vowed not to get in a debate with sexy psychobabble he was sure to lose.

"Even if what you say is true Sabrina, there's nothing wrong with those who just don't feel like partaking in some aspects of the that...child-like love? I'm not trying to be a Scrooge about this all."

"That would've just made things more fun, haunting the error of your ways," she admitted.

"Ironically, you might resemble Scrooge more than me, so staunchly wanting things your way," Jon noted with satisfaction.

"Bah, humbug!" the expected retort got a laugh out of both of them. "All I want is to spread the joy of the holiday, to prove to some waywards that it's more than just enjoying a Christmas movies on TV."

"What's wrong with watching Die Hard around Christmas as a celebration?" Jon complained.

"Firstly, Die Hard isn't a Christmas move," she rolled her eyes.

"For the last time, yes. It. IS." His sharpened gaze almost made her giggle, ready to unleash his zeal about his opinion.

Remembering their last spirited discussion about Christmas movies, his passion over deciding what was the best Christmas movie was so adorable, she'd forgotten about warping his preference and let him lecture on about it like the ardent fanboy he could be from time to time. Both being insufferable dorks about what they loved from time to time, the fangirl in her appreciated his ability to give a spontaneous verbal thesis on the subject. The inner dork agreed with her outer-dominant in how she could eventually change his thinking, no matter how good his argument was, nor how the movie ended up being.

"Fine, Jonathan, Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Whatever you say." He shook his head firmly, accepting her sarcastic capitulation, taking his victories wherever he could get them against her insistencies.

"Regardless Sabrina," he calmed down to get back on topic "can't some people just enjoy other parts of this holiday without the pomp?"

"First of all, it's more than just pomp, as I'll be convincing you of soon. And can they? Sure. But 'will they' is another question altogether. The way joy seems to blend emotions and reactions together, who knows how you might begin to feel when you put your mind to it?"

The way she bent her torso a little from her standing pose, aiming bright blue, shimmering 'ornaments' at him with heightened interest, he knew what was coming next. And though almost never truly opposed to it, he was hesitant about their play creating links to his mind to enjoy Christmas trees as much as she had. His body began to plot how to remove Loqui from his lap without complaint.

"Maybe I should let you and Loqui finish decorating the tree," Jon tried to imply diplomatically. "Would be a shame to spoil the surprise of seeing the finished tree," he managed as Loqui dug her claws into her cat-daddy trying to stay exactly where she was. Jon tried to avoid sharp claws and a sharp blue gaze that searched for something in him, and kept him staring forward at her, before her expression changed and she shut her eyes to sigh, releasing him from the star.

"Maybe you're right Jonathan, you should be very surprised at how the tree will stand when it's finished," she spoke with the same amount of diplomacy, smiling to the sight of Jon setting Loqui down near the scratch pad for her at his place. He'd gotten up to leave the room, trying to ignore words reaching him pre-departure.

"But it's the damnest thing really, I can't tell if you agree more, or disagree less about this."

Something she said caught most of his attention, rooting him a few steps away from the living room exit, most of his mind spontaneously fogged. He'd almost forgotten why he was leaving or where he was going, something about her wording drew him solely into that consideration.

"Huh?"

"I said, 'is it that you couldn't agree more or disagree less' Jonathan?" She asked pointedly, the wide smile spreading across her face audible to his attentive hearing.

"What...what do you...agree or...disagree with..." Thoughts were skipping in Jon's head as he tried to put together the question she easily diverting trains of thought. Each car representing a thought separated, driven further and further distance from one another, waiting for Sabrina's words to make logical reconnections.

"Jonathan," a sympathetic firmness crossed the room as she did, slinking her way to his back, a hand running through his hair, down the back of his head, trailing down his spine before it moved around to hold his stomach. Another hand cradled his mind, pulling his head back to bring his ear closer to her hot lips, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. "Is it that you couldn't agree more or disagree less with everything that I tell you now?"

Newly-formed cars of appeared on the tracks of his train of thought, and the joint connections made him sigh contently as things started to make sense again.

"Ohhhhh.......I...." Jon silently trailed, off, not knowing if he truly agreed more or was incapable of disagreeing less with Sabrina's words. The manipulative dichotomy dueling against each other turned her tall, malleable, and hypnotized slave into a suggestion box just waiting to be filled.

"You agree with the fact that my words open you up to receiving more. Such as a stream of proper thoughts as smooth as the sound of my addictive voice, and we both know you can't get enough of it. You disagree with the idea that what I say can be questioned, contended with, or disobeyed under any circumstanced; that is very improper."

The hand on Jon's forehead helped him nod with surety, before both hands helped move him to face the bare tree again.

"You agree with everything I said about Christmas trees, especially yours, how wonderful and important they are to the aesthetic and the deep, deep connection it has to you. You disagree with the idea that everything you said was wrong. There is in-fact, distraction, fixation, and mesmerism to...heh..come."

Jon looked at the bare tree though a filter of trance that let him see the potential decorations. What it could be into made the corners of his mouth curl easily. The way the hand at his stomach drifted further downwards made his lips part in surprise.

"You agree with how magnificent this tree will look, but not only that, you feel a rising interest in you growing, blooming, of waiting to see how the tree will be decorated, piece by piece, hypnotic element by hypnotic element. And the closer you get to this tree of potential bliss, the more you disagree with the prospect of wearing clothing; it doesn't feel right at all to have clothes on right now. You want to discard them, you're so warm under my touch and voice and the anticipation of your Christmas tree anyway."

Only the perspective in Jon's eyesight seemed to change while the rest of him floated happily, only moving deeper into Sabrina's alluring logic. It was so hard to mind the shirt being lifted off his torso, or the pants unzipped and being fondled as clothes fell into a puddle kicked away. It was just so hard, with the vantage point of looking up at the tree.

"And you agree with this one simple word that will give you a sense of connection to this tree, and belonging to me, no matter conscious or awake, if I ever say the following word to you," it took her more than a moment to think of a possible word, drawing out the anticipation with more spontaneous details. "It's a special word, lost to time except to those who know how to look for it, and give it power. It's practically a spell rooted in the spirit of decoration, drawing even the most uninterested it with this flash, it's flashing lights. Like magical particles floating towards a recipient, bedazzled and bewitched, opening them fully up to the lovely spellcaster, this word will do to you. Of course you agree with this spellcaster's soon-to-be incantation.

She paused, giving her a second to search the span of words she could use, staring at the tree long enough before something creative-enough finally came to her.

"The word 'ornamentism' is the spell creating illuminating connection and belonging. You disagree with any sense you think you could have in fighting the effects; the effects must be felt whenever I say the word 'ornamentism,' or you will regret it..." she intoned sweetly, positioning him on the floor until he was exactly where she wanted.

***

Some unknown time later, Jon's open eyes cleared along with his original thinking. An involuntary yawn came over him, a decent indication of how deep a trance Sabrina had put him in, besides the fact that he couldn't stretch his arms out like he usually did during a satisfying yawn. The want to move his muscles was present, but as his body remained stationary on the floor, looking up at the still-bare tree, it was clear mobility was only a possibility according to her desires.

Soft footsteps made his head lean forward to look under the upright fake tree branches to see pedicured feet walking towards him, and around the tree to bestow a smile and blown kiss from above.

"Should I be worried that I'm naked under the tree?" Jon asked calmly, trying to ignore how aroused that statement made him.

"Why would you be worried, sweetie? Don't you feel good exactly where you are?" she bent down to reach for something on the ground; already feeling a wave of bliss from her suggestion, Jonathan sucked in a small breath before he realized her hands were grasping for the tree decorations.

"I'm...curious about what the theme is here. Naked under the tree, like a present for you to unwrap later? Cause to be perfectly honest, I'm feeling very unwrapped right now."

She picked up a blue, glittering ornament, and brought it over to his body to begin dragging it against his skin.

"'Unwrapped is a good word for you, and definitely one I'd like to use later; I wasn't even thinking in those terms today," the admission was joined by the sound of repressed moaning as the cool, blue sphere made contact with a hard nipple, and was dragged over his chest, belly, and below his midsection. The liberal climb up his engorged erection made his hips shiver before the ornament rose above his bellend.

Expressive, shocked brown, wide-open eyes met gleaming, smiling cool blue ones.

"Enjoyed that, did we? Well, how about this?"

Sabrina rose to place hook of the ornament on one of the sturdy branches, and a gentle jolt of pleasure made Jon's hips buckle all of a sudden. His harsh gasp made his head tilt forward, wide open eyes staring at the lewd Cheshire grin. So many things he wanted to say to her verbally, a slew of competing thoughts all racing to be the first thing spoken, but all that erupted was "How?"

"Jonathan, Jonathan," Sabrina tsked him, amused. "After everything I've shown you with the possibilities of the mind, you continue to question the limits, as if there are still any limits between us."

Picking up a few more ornaments, she placed each one in various branches and elevations, but all of them created that same jolt that built up pleasure. The sensations along his shaft felt himself as the tree, making perfect use of the vantage point he was given, but each hook on each branch made him aware not of extensions to his own genitalia, but micro jolts set off by imaginary cock rings.

"Yeah, but...is every branch supposed to be my dick? Not just the tree itself?"

A curious eyebrow raised at his question. "Honestly, I left the exact interpretation open to your own mind in exactly how you feel. But I love what it came up with on it's own," she bent down to pat at his chest, and squeezed his erection gently, making his hips rock hard enough to move the whole tree.

"Pace yourself there, tree trunk. There's a lot more decorations to put up, and before long, you'll really enjoy the spirit of Ornamentism..."

His attempts at scoffing at silly word inventions was cut off as some of the shimmer from the hung bulbs grew stronger, shining brighter. How the brilliant lights floated away from the tree and landed like snow flakes around and across his body created a surge that brought all the micro sensations into focus, lighting up each ornament in his eyesight and body. It took Jon long moments before he dared speak again.

"Of all the words..." began the complaint, looking up at a face expecting a tirade. The rest of the sentence devolved into laughter, admiring the made-up word liberally combining a theme with a suffix he was so used to under Sabrina's instruction.

"It's so great, isn't it," a foot ran across his thigh, toes gripping the muscles. "Topical for our play, original so no one could think to repeat it, and sexy enough that any refusal you have to be set off by it is off-set by the need to hear it again."

"Such a stupid name," he kept to himself as her pointed stare caught him again.

"You can criticize it some more and make both of us feel bad about me saying it out loud, or you can beg for it and maybe get what you need now," Sabrina's tone turned nonchalant as she resumed dressing up the tree. More ornaments hanging up built pleasure on pleasure as the imaginary cock rings became real enough with strength in numbers. The sound of her humming "Oh Christmas Tree" was taken as a taunt, but didn't make his resolve any stronger.

Jon's lips stayed shut, contending with pride what wanted to complain, overshadowed by mounting pleasure. He still couldn't move his own body, except for limited head movement. Shutting his eyes to cede participation wasn't an option, he guessed - another failsafe Sabrina installed before he'd awoken. It wasn't long before the sensation of nipple clamps joined the cascade of pleasure freely roaming across and beneath perspiring skin. The more items adorned the tree, the more pressure he felt, the taller and stronger his erection felt, like a tall tree trunk Sabrina kept caressing while humming.

Humming gave way to quiet lyrics spoken that may or may not have rhymed, but every other lyric was audibly "Ornamentism," hitting Jon with tidal waves of pleasure each time. The wave hit a little harder just from Sabrina let her American accent slip in favor of the thick Irish accent reserved only for certain deeply dominating moods.

Long minutes later, Jon broke down and whispered "please." It went unheard as Sabrina sang the same song thoughtfully, giving an honest effort to rhyme with "Ornamentism". The volume of his pleas grew, but so did the song, the Gaelic incantation always higher than his voice. The louder he grew, the more excited Sabrina got, her own pert, bra-less nipples showing more and more through the shirt. On the verge of tears, kept on an edge he knew was pre-programmed into him, he was finally reduced to screaming.