by Red Phoenix
“Do you know what we have here?” he asked her, gesturing to the items on the table.
“Christmas fun?”
He chuckled. “Yes, that’s one way to put it.”
Sir picked up all the items and instructed her, “Go and freshen up, téa. Your Master is about to celebrate Christmas.”
Brie literally ran to the bathroom, unable to rein in her excitement. She quickly washed up, brushed out her curls and spritzed Sir’s favorite perfume on her wrists.
She returned to the living room to the sound of Christmas music filling the air. Sir was standing beside the Tantra chair, holding the velvet ribbon in his hands.
“Oh, Master…” she sighed as she glided over to him.
“Hands behind your back, téa.”
He began the slow process of binding her arms with the soft ribbon, starting at her forearms and tying all the way down to her wrists. He ended it with a pretty bow she could barely see looking back over her shoulder.
“A gift wrapped for my enjoyment,” he said, guiding her to lean her knees against the lower end of the Tantra chair, leaving her ass exposed and poised for play.
Sir disappeared for a moment, returning completely naked except for the red Santa hat she’d given him. He stood before her proudly, a smirk on his face. “Santa’s come home from a long night of work and is ready to play.”
She looked up at him, overcome by how sexy and adorable he looked. “How can I please you, Santa Claus?”
“You will find I am a demanding old man,” he warned, picking up the large, decorative candy cane and examining it thoughtfully. “Who knew people decorated their yards with BDSM tools?” He smacked it against his palm. “They make the perfect toys.” Sir patted the cane lightly against her butt.
She giggled. “Oh, if my dad only knew…he was so proud of his Candy Cane Lane when I was a kid.”
“I bet he was.”
Sir smacked her ass hard enough to make it sting, causing Brie to cry out.
He carefully moved the ends of the velvet bow out of his way and began softly stroking her with the cane, slowly building up the force behind each stroke. The plastic material of the decoration made it more flexible and stinging—a challenging tool to take.
“Would you like marks from Santa, little girl?”
“If it pleases you, Santa.”
The next series of strokes took her breath away.
Sir stood back after he was done. “Beautiful. Now your naughty little ass is striped like a peppermint stick.”
Brie looked back at him, her eyes watering. “Thank you, Santa.”
One of his hands lovingly caressed the reddened area, while his other untied her from the velvet. Once she was free, he lifted her up and lay down on the tantra chair, commanding her to lie on him. The new position gave him free access to continue caressing her sore ass.
Sir reached over to the coffee table and picked up the two pretty tree decorations. “Santa had to look far and wide to find ornaments with the correct tension in the clip to provide a proper bite.”
He played with her left nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers to make it ready. She stared down in fascination as he opened the clip and placed the sparkling snowflake on her erect nipple. Brie moaned with pleasure as the ache that the pressure caused traveled down to her groin.
Sir looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes as he applied the other ornament. She threw her head back and took in the wicked sensations his unique nipple clamps created as Sir massaged her breasts. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure from the attention, coating his cock with her juices.
He grabbed her hips and pushed her against his hard shaft. “I think it’s time to treat Santa to a little show. Let me watch you ride Santa’s pole.”
Brie settled down on his cock, taking in the fullness of him. She loved that he watched her—the lust on his face as she moved up and down on his shaft was incredibly erotic. He continued to play with her breasts, tugging on the snowflakes for added stimulation.
Her heart skipped a beat when Sir threw his head back and let out a frustrated groan. He grasped her hips tightly and ordered her to stop. Brie didn’t move a muscle as he struggled not to come.
Finally, he opened his eyes and stared at her. “Santa doesn’t seem to have much restraint with you.”
She moved slightly, taking him in a little deeper.
He immediately slapped her aching ass. “No moving, naughty girl.”
Brie was thrilled by the power she had over him. Just another slight movement and her Master would be coming inside her against his will. The thought of that was intoxicating! But she was a good sub and didn’t want to steal his power…at least not on Christmas Day. He was far too good a lover to play that kind of game.
“I believe a lesson is in order,” he announced. Sir lifted her from him and stood up. He ordered her to lie stomach-first on the highest point of the chaise longue.
Brie stepped onto the curvature in the middle of the chair and lay against the soft leather, keeping her legs together. She loved how the chair supported the position. Her breasts rested on the highest curve, keeping them exposed for his play while giving him full access to her backside.
He picked up one of the strands of lights. “Time to restrain my naughty plaything.” Sir started at her feet, wrapping them at the ankles, then brought the strand of lights under the chair to meticulously bind her wrists. He started with the second strand, but surprised her by binding the exact same areas.
Sir left her to turn out the overhead lights, then headed to the electrical outlet, stating, “Let there be light!”
When he plugged in the Christmas lights, he suggested that she look at the window. Brie saw in the reflection that she was bound in stripes of red and white, much like her striped ass.
“I love Santa,” she purred.
The low temperature of the LED lights and the loose way he’d tied her made it a secure but comfortable binding. She was now officially a present tied up for Santa’s kinky pleasure.
Sir unwrapped the large peppermint stick from the cellophane and asked, “If yard decorations make good canes, and ornaments are really nipple clamps, what do you think this is?”
She blushed when she answered hesitantly, “A dildo?”
He shook his head, tsking. “No, my dear. Candy should never be used for play in the nether regions. Unless, of course, you enjoy yeast infections.” He lovingly caressed her mound. “One must always protect the chemistry of a woman’s body.”
Brie was deeply grateful that her Master was vigilant in his creative play.
Sir laid the Christmas towel next to her head and smiled wickedly. “Open.”
Brie had to open wide, stretching her jaw muscles to take the circumference of the peppermint stick. She wrapped her lips around it, so the large stick wouldn’t slip out. The mint had her instantly drooling onto her pretty towel.
Ball gags had always brought on a sense of humiliation for Brie. It wasn’t just losing her voice during a scene, but losing the ability to control her body that made the experience unpleasant for her. However, Sir had made it sexy by using a tasty treat, along with his thoughtful placement of the towel. She embraced the loss of control and allowed her minty secretions to fall freely.
“Close your eyes, little girl,” he growled softly in her ear.
Brie closed her eyes and listened for Sir. He moved around the chair, admiring the scene he’d created; his devoted sub tied in lights, gagged with a peppermint stick, while snowflake nipple clamps invited him to play. Oh, how she loved her Master’s creative mind.
She suddenly smelled the distinctive scent of pine before she felt the needles lightly brushing against her cheek, sending chills through her. He used the pine sprigs as a sensation tool, gently caressing her with the needles without scratching the skin.
“A light touch is needed,” he murmured. He went for the sensitive areas, including her bare feet. Brie squirmed and wiggled, goosebumps rising on her skin
. When his warm lips landed on the tingling areas he’d created, she instantly stilled.
“Good plaything.”
Her pussy contracted with pleasure. Nothing was more erotic and satisfying than hearing words of praise spoken by her Master.
“You know, I’ve heard it’s cold in Nebraska.”
Sir left her again, then she heard the sound of the refrigerator opening. Brie shuddered. The idea of the cold crystal butt plug made her tremble with fear and expectation as he approached.
Sir smoothed warmed lubricant over her sphincter, adding to the temperature play about to happen. Brie moaned in response, dribbles of mint dropping from her lips.
“I want you to experience a true Nebraskan Christmas,” he stated as he pushed the cold crystal against her tight ass.
Brie held her breath.
“Keep breathing,” he reminded her, “and bear down for me.”
She took in a deep breath before bearing down. Immediately, the ice-cold plug slipped inside her resistant hole. Her nipples contracted achingly from the sudden chill radiating from deep inside her, but her whimpers were muffled by the peppermint stick.
“That’s it, naughty girl. Take that cold crystal for Santa,” he murmured, removing the peppermint gag and wiping her lips with the towel.
Brie groaned with surprise when he kissed her. Sir tasted of rich chocolate, making a delicious combination of cocoa and mint. She lost herself in it, her body warmed by his passion as it was chilled by the toy.
After claiming her mouth, Sir stood before her so she could watch as he unrolled the mint condom over his rigid cock. “Are you ready to be fucked, plaything?”
Brie nodded eagerly. “I want to be fucked by your huge minty stick, Santa.”
Sir chuckled as he positioned himself behind her. “Now we can both experience a cold Nebraskan winter.” He eased his shaft into her tight pussy, made that much tighter by the cold crystal inside her ass.
His warm, thick shaft contrasted sharply with the cold butt plug, and they cried out in unison. “Fuuuuck! You’re like ice,” he growled lustfully, reaching around to play with her nipples.
He let her feel the tingling of his mint-covered cock before grabbing her hips and thrusting. The vigorous friction caused by his impassioned strokes began to counteract the cold between them.
Brie looked back at the reflection in the window, noticing that the sky was just starting to pinken with the approaching dawn as the song It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas played in the background.
She had to stifle a giggle. There she was, tied in twinkly lights to a tantra chair, ornaments on her nipples, being pounded hard by her Master wearing a Santa hat. She knew she would never think of that song in the same way again.
Sir pulled out momentarily to remove the condom before diving back in. After several hearty thrusts, he became completely still, coming hard inside her. Brie cried out as his hot seed coated her chilled depths. In response, her pussy immediately clenched his shaft, milking him with her own powerful orgasm.
“Oh…my…Santa…” she panted.
Sir didn’t move until the last pulse of her climax had ended. He pulled out slowly and rained kisses on her ass as he carefully removed the crystal. Then he unbound her. Once she was free, he lovingly unclamped a snowflake and sucked on her nipple to ease the pain of its release. He looked at her with a wicked grin as he removed the second one. Brie moaned with pleasure, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain the snowflakes caused.
Finally, Sir gathered her in his arms and cradled her against his chest, petting her hair gently in time with the music. Brie lay there, completely and beautifully spent, listening to the Christmas music and thinking that this had been the best Christmas ever—and then she saw it.
Mine
Brie spied a small box under the tiny Christmas tree.
“Sir, is that another present?”
He looked in the direction of the Bonsai tree. “One has to wonder.”
Brie grinned. “May I go and look?”
Sir released her from his embrace. “By all means, but first you have to kiss me.”
She traced his lips with her finger before leaning in for the kiss. “And here I thought you didn’t do Christmas.” She got up and retrieved the thin box before returning to Sir’s arms.
She slowly opened the lid of the red velvet box and put her hand to her lips when she saw what was inside. “Oh, Sir…”
He reached in and pulled out the strand of dark pearls. “They’re Tahitian black pearls.”
Brie took the necklace from him, looking at the iridescent sheen of the multicolored pearls. “I’ve never seen anything like them before. They’re exquisite, Sir.”
He took the necklace from her and looped the strand once, putting it over her head and resting it between her breasts. “Knowing our history with pearls, I thought we might enjoy a fresh start.”
She stroked the beads appreciatively. “This has to be the most wonderful Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“That’s not all, Brie.”
She looked back in the box and saw a red envelope. “More?”
He nodded, a curious grin on his lips.
Brie picked it up and pulled out the card inside. She smiled as she looked at the card, but when she read the words, her bottom lip began to tremble.
You are MINE
Yet two things still separate us
A date
And a place
She opened the card and read:
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Brianna Renee Bennett
and
Thane Lorenzo Davis
June 25
Brie stared at it, tears coming to her eyes. She whispered in disbelief, “We have a date.”
“Yes.”
“And the place?”
He caressed her cheek. “That, my beautiful sub, will remain my secret.”
Brie would have protested, but she was far too thrilled knowing the date had finally been set for their wedding day—a dream come true.
She sighed happily. “June 25th…”
“Come hell or high water, we will be wed on that day,” Sir assured her, laying Brie’s head back against his chest. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sound of her Master’s strong heartbeat.
In six months they would be man and wife—it was official now.
Merry Freakin’ Christmas, Brie…
A Meal With Master
Brie stared into Sir’s eyes as they lay together. He looked so serious… She sensed that he’d made an important decision but was still grappling with it. Their little ‘holiday’ from their problems hadn’t fixed the issues they faced, but it had reconnected Brie to him on a soul level—and that was vital. They could survive anything as long as they remained connected to each other.
“Did I mention I loved spending Christmas morning with you, Sir?”
He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her eye. “Yes, a number of times.”
She turned and spooned against him, snuggling closer. “Spending time with you was the best present of all…”
Sir held her tight as they lay watching the sun slowly breach the horizon on the first day of the New Year, flooding the room with light. He gently nuzzled her ear with his lips before stating hoarsely, “I’ve decided to begin the process.”
A dark current of fear coursed through Brie. It was disconcerting when she knew it was a good thing that Sir was ready to take action. “With your mother?”
“Yes. I’m meeting with Thompson tomorrow. My mother has a mass of outstanding debts and I would like to know the full extent and nature of them.”
Brie turned to face Sir, caressing his cheek lovingly. “This is a big step for you.”
“I’ve given it an inordinate amount of thought. Initially, I believed it best to remember her as the woman I knew as a boy. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that I cannot let her die without understanding the woman she’s become.”
“That’s courageous, Sir,” she told him, but shuddered inwardly at the thought. “I worry that you may find out things that will upset or hurt you.”
He gently traced his thumb over her downturned lips. “I’m the kind of person who prefers to know the truth rather than have things that are unpleasant kept from me. Unlike most people, ignorance is not my bliss.”
She smiled, loving the ticklish feel of his touch. “Yes, I’ve learned that about you the hard way.”
He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “But at least you learned.”
Brie couldn’t shake the ominous feeling associated with Sir and his mother and it confused her. She knew he needed to move forward, and the only way to do that was to wade through the mess his mother had made of her life. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, Sir.”
“I expect no less from my condor.”
She settled back in his arms and sighed as she stared at the sun bathing the city with its golden light. It was impossible not to feel hope.
“Happy New Year, Sir…”
Brie stood in Mr. Holloway’s office a month later, anxious to show him what she had filmed so far. She glanced down at the diamond ring on her finger and the pleasant butterflies started. She would be marrying Sir in less than five months…
Unfortunately, that left her little time to get all the filming complete for her second documentary. Wasting time going in a direction Mr. Holloway would not support was not an option for her, which was why she’d requested the special meeting.
Brie noticed that he watched Headmaster Coen’s entire spanking scene while wearing a slight smirk on his face. Afterwards he turned to Brie, shaking his head. “This one is flirting with an XXX rating, Miss Bennett. I counted four orgasms, possibly five.”
“While I know it’s obvious to you and me, I doubt the audience will pick up on it. I find most people are ignorant of the orgasms happening around them.”
“It is uniquely provocative, but I want you to edit portions of it, possibly film a few extra shots if you can’t make it less obvious. I’m interested in keeping the segment, but we don’t want your work confused with a pornographic film.”