“GLOMP!” The excited squeak gave me all of a fraction of a second of warning as my friend launched herself at me from behind the sofa, tackling me at the waist.

“Hey!” I shouted as we collapsed backwards onto the carpeted floor, struggling to push her off, “What the hell Ray?”

She wriggled away from my hands and planted herself firmly on my chest, grinning like that damned cat from Wonderland, “Just sharing in the Christmas spirit!” She raised her hands and clasped them above her head, “Christmas glomps! A wonderful time for love and glomping!”

I scowled up at her, “Lookit, can we not do this with you sitting on me?

She wriggled her bum, “Nope! Comfy now!”

I struggled a bit more and then collapsed backwards, staring up at her, “What the heck’s gotten into you?”

“I know something you don’t know that I knooooow.” She said in a sing song voice

I shook my head in friendly exasperation, “Of course you do Ray.”

She poked my chest, “And I know you’ve been hiding something! You and your fancy lady, so I’m not letting you up until you spill! You’ve bene evading me and now,” she wriggled her bum again, “Now you can’t evade me.”

I blushed a little, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried to sit up but she just pushed me back down.

“Oh come on, I know something’s up with you and the lady of the manor, and now she’s off at work and you’re here with me,” her grin widened, “You can’t escape and she can’t rescue you!” She slammed herself forward, pinning my arms and shoulders back against the floor, “So spill!”

I growled under my breath, “You’d be surprised what she can do.” After another brief little tussle with Ray I tried again, “Look, I just needed some ideas for Christmas, that’s all!” My still existing blush threatened to undo me, but I soldiered on, “That’s all that’s going on!”

I tried to push upwards but she easily forced me back to the ground, her grin never leaving her face.

“Bro, do you even lift?”

“Gaaah.” I collapsed back, “I’d forgotten your terrible jokes.”

She booped me on the nose, “C’mooooon. You really like this one, and it’s super sweet, but there’s some kind of in joke that I’m not in on.” She pouted a little and then the Cheshire grin was back, “But now I know, so you might as well tell me. Confession’s good for the soul y’know.”

She poked me in the chest,

“Confess.”

Poke.

“Confess.”

Poke.

“Confess.”

My face reddened, “You…know?”

Her grin got even wider, somehow, “Yeeaaaaaah…I found a secret door in the kitcheennnnn.”

I squirmed under her, my face having gone absolutely crimson,

“Oh.”

“And guess what I found inside?” The sing song voice was back

I mustered my very last bit of hope that she was mistaken, “The pantry?”

She chuckled, “Only if you have a very latex-based diet ya know?”

I covered my face with my hands. I swear my ears felt like they were going to burn off.

“Ok.” I tried to muster the words, “We…that is…she…”

“Like bondage sexy times?” My eyes bugged out a little behind my hands. She tapped my hands, “Lots and lots of bondage sexytimes?”

I gritted my teeth, desperately willing this moment to just be over, “…maybe.”

“SQUEEEEEEEE!” She was bouncing up and down on my chest, almost shaking in excitement,

“I knew it!” her hands drumming away on my chest, “I had you pegged as a dirty sub!”

At that I lowered my hands in bemusement, “What?”

She continued to bounce happily on my chest, “You are such an adorable dirty sub!” She gave my chest a quick little pat, “That’s ok though, I’m a dirty switch!” She sounded so excruciatingly pleased with herself.

“Hang—huh?” Now my embarrassment was being tamped down by an equal measure of confusion, “You…you know about this stuff?” My eyes darted up to meet hers for a moment, “And…you’re like…into it too?”

“Oh c’mon man! I signed for your deliveries! It may be discreet packaging, but I recognized the return address for Bondage Stores Inc! And no-one needs that much duct-tape hunny.”

“Gaaah!” I groaned into my arms, covering my face again.

“And yeah, had some suuuuuper annoying cousins.”

I cracked my arms apart a bit as she paused, smirking at me.

“The only way I ever got any peace and quiet was to stick them in the cupboard. Sometimes literally.”

“You…you tied them up?”

“Oh yeah, I sure did!” She grinned. “But then one day they turned the tables on me and all ganged up on poor little me.” She pouted for a moment, then smiled again, “I liked it waaay more than I probably should’ve.”

“Oh.” I was rather quiet, digesting this little bombshell she’d dropped on me. She shifted around on my chest, “I mean, to be brutally fair, it was really just a whole lot of tape. My knot skills are awful. Tried it with my ex and it all unravelled.”

My arms parted and I gave her an embarrassed little smile, “I, uh…I didn’t know.”

She booped me on the nose again, “That’s because you’re a dummy, but it’s ok,” She gave me a grin, “Everyone is.”

My ears and cheeks were still flushed, and I broke away from her gaze, “Well then…yeah. Now you know.”

Her grin took on a slightly more worrying shade, “Yes. Yes I do. But now I want to see how far own the rabbithole goes!”

“What do you m--?”

She suddenly rolled me over onto my stomach, capturing my arms, and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto my hands.

“Hey!”

“I found these.” She said, with deliberate understatement, “And if you want me to unlock them, you’re going to have to tell me where the keys for them are…” She trailed off and winked at me, “Which means we’re going to bondage land Alice!”

I flushed again, “I…” But there was no give in her expression. I gave a defeated sigh, “Fine. I’ll…I’ll show you the dungeon.”

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” She bounced up and down again on my back before leaping off and doing a little victory dance, “I need a spear or something that I can poke you along with, like my prisoner or something.” She nudged me a few times with her foot.

“Y’know…” I growled into the floor, struggling to stand. She bent down and helped me up, taking the opportunity to give me a few more pokes.

“I really don’t think you need more ways to keep me in line.” I wiggled my hands, “The cuffs are enough.”

She grabbed me around the waist and danced around me, giggling, “You’re so fun when you’re pretending to be grumpy!”

In spite of myself I found a grin sliding onto my face as I watched her, “God you are ridiculous.”

“Damn right I’m ridiculous!” She declared, still dancing, “Ridiculously awesome!”

I chuckled, “Uggggh. Fine! Follow me.”

“Yaaaay!” She got behind me as I started to lead her towards the kitchen. She kept her arms wrapped around my waist and then buried her head into my shoulders, “Choo-choo-choo! Come on and do the congaaaaaa!”

I laughed in spite of myself, shaking my head at her antics, “Goodness.”

We reached the kitchen in the enforced conga line that she had created, “I think you’ll have to help me with the door, Ray, since,” I shrugged my shoulders, wriggling my hands at her, “Y’know…jerk.”

“Confess, you missed me!” She squeezed me in a tight hug, giving a little squeak.

I smiled again, “I did. Not always sure why you know, but I did.” She gave another squeaky hug and then bounded past me to fling the door open.

“Open Sesame!”

“Nerd.”

“And proud of it!” She gave my ear a tug, “Don’t be mean blondy, it doesn’t suit you.”

I walked through the door, standing at the top of the stairs, “I suppose it doesn’t. I am a beacon of goodness after all.” I gave her a cheeky little grin, and she returned it, doing a little dance.

“Um…” I paused, looking down the stairs, then back at her, “If you could give me a hand here, I’d prefer not to have to nurse a broken leg at Christmas time…”

She paused for a moment, eyeing me and then the stairway. Her smile widened into an evil looking little grin. Without warning she lunged forward, yanking me down onto her shoulders, and then just as quickly standing back up in a fireman’s carry.

“No problems sugar!”

“No, no, wait what are you aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!” I screamed as she bounded gleefully down the stairs.

“Tallyhooooooo!” Taking the stairs two at a time, we arrived at the bottom, surprisingly in one piece. I gasped in relief as she turned around, still supporting me entirely on her shoulders.

“Gosh its dark down here. Where’s the light switch?”

“Just…” I sucked in a lungful of air, “Just careful, ok?” I can show you if you just,” I squirmed around on her shoulder, but her arms tightened around me, “If you just put me down.”

“But this is way more fun,” she declared, spinning around again, as if trying to talk to me, “It’s like that bit in Mass Effect where Commander Shepard carries Kaiden off Virmire…”

She paused.

“You know I didn’t pick—” My response was cut off as she suddenly said,

“Found it.”

And then there was light.

“Oooooooooooooooo.” Her voice was excited, and in awe. I looked around. The dungeon tended to have that effect on people. At least, it had that effect on me. I gave another squirm, but she kept a tight hold of me as she walked into the first little area, taking in the sight of racks of fetish gear, clothes, restraints, and all manner of things.

“Well…here it is.”

“Dear lord,” she muttered, “How minted is your lady again?”

I shrugged, “I honestly don’t know.” I shook my head in recollection, “This took her a while to collect I think, if I remember what she said.”

She paused in her step, her head pointed towards the large cage off to the side. She cocked her head, “How the heck to you pull a rich domme lady? Inquiring minds need to know…” Her eyes skittered away onto the racks of restraints and clothes next to them.

I gave an embarrassed chuckle, “It’s pretty hard to believe. And she’s…she’s got this different style to her…” I felt my eyes kind of unfocus, thinking of her, “It’s…well it’s kinda hard to explain.”

I suddenly felt her shift, and then bend, placing me back onto my feet. She grabbed me by both shoulders and gave me a rather suspicious look, “You’re goofy for her.”

I gave her a shrug, my ears still red, “I mean…” I looked up to meet her eyes, a grin starting to play around my lips, “I think I am, yeah.”

She poked me in the chest. Hard.

“So that’s why you’ve been fretting over her Christmas present so much! Why don’t you just get her a diamond ring and have done with it?” A sly grin crossed her face, “Or is she getting you a diamond collar?”

My blush retuned in full force, and I had to force myself to not spin away from her in embarrassment, “N-no. Nothing like...Look.” I wriggled my bound hands, a look of frustration crossing my face, “She’s pretty well set right? What the heck could I possibly get her that she can’t quite easily get herself?”

I blew out a frustrated sigh.

“I mean, she’s no help either y’know? Whenever I ask she just goes on and on that all she wants for Christmas is me. Which doesn’t help my gift ideas in the slightest.”

“DAWWWWWWWWWHH!” She gave me another tight squeeze, a big grin plastered all voer her face, “You’re so cuuuuuuuuute! Maybe get her a little blonde moppet and say it’s a mini you that she can take anywhere?”

I groaned and shook my cuffed hands again, “Well, we can brainstorm a bit I guess. Anyway,” I gestured as best I could towards a small cabinet set up next to the racks of fetish gear, “That’s the key cabinet. Can you give me a hand?”

“Nope, nope, nope!” She grabbed me around the waist and started conga’ing off, “You’re giving me a tour first!” We had gone all of five steps when she suddenly pulled me to a halt, and then came around to look me in the eye again, “You suuuure you want my help with this?”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine, I’ll give you a tour, and yes, obviously I want your help. I’m crap at buying gifts for women. Especially…well, her. And this is our first Christmas together, and you probably have ideas, and I dunno.” I started to pull away from her, and she easily stopped me.

I shook my head, “You’re the only one I can get help from. Because she just keeps giggling whenever I ask.”

“Something you gotta learn about girls blondey-boy,” she said lightly as she gazed into the racks of fetish gear, “We appreciate effort. A gummy bear ring with love is better than the biggest, most precious hunk of rock in the – OOOOOH! Fluffy armbinder!!” She tore away from me towards the racks.

“Well that’s basically what she sa—wait what?” I edged backwards as she emerged clutching, sure enough, a very fluffy looking armbinder.

“Try it on!”

“I can’t.”

“IT’S SO FLUFFY!” She was doing another little on the spot dance, her eyes alight with glee, “SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!”

“What? I can’t. My hands are cuffed!” I said, edging back a little more from my increasingly erratic friend, “Listen…”

She wiggled the armbinder at me, and then wiggled her eyebrows as well, a manic little grin on her face, “I’m listening…” She stroked the armbinder and giggled, “Sorta…”

“I thought you wanted a tour of the dungeon?” I asked her, a little plaintively, “And then we were going to figure out what to get Mi—my lady friend.”

She wagged a finger at me, “Oh don’t be all miffed with me mister, you can’t tell me you didn’t squee over all this stuff when you first saw it!”

I was concentrating on struggling with my cuffs, and so I missed the evil grin that suddenly flashed across her face. She carefully set the fluffy armbinder to one side and then turned back to me, “Blondy…you know she said she wanted you for Christmas, right?”

“So?”

“Why don’t we…uh…wrap you up and…um…put you under the tree?” She gave me a wide eyed innocent look, complete with cherubic smile, “C’mon…”

I gave her a wary look, not buying her sudden innocent act for a moment, “What do you mean, wrap me up?”

She gave me a deadpan look, “Are you kidding me?”

She flung her arms out to encompass the entire dungeon, “You’re asking me a silly question like that in front of all this pretty wrapping gear?”

My eyes widened, and her grin followed suit.

“Soooo…is there anything she really enjoys seeing you in? During…y’know…bondage sexytimes?”

I blushed furiously, especially as her grin and eyes remained fixed on me.

“Well…she has some favourite…things….” I managed to stammer out.

“Now we’re talking!” She clapped her hands, and then spun around, planting them on her hips, “What are we looking for?”

“Well, um, we both like it when I’m in a catsuit. So I guess a red one of those? Armbinder for sure, I’m sure she’s got a festive one around. Uuuhhhhmmmm,” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think. Also still really bemused that I was talking about this stuff with Ray. I mean, yeah we were super close, but the revelation that she was just as into bondage as I was had been quite the shock, “And a hood and harness panel gag. And some festive boots. They’re all…they’re all on the racks I’m sure.”

I fidgeted around as she turned back to me, “I…um…I think I should go…to the bathroom…”

I turned to start hurrying away, my ears flaming after my little list, and she caught me by the shoulder, “Hang on there, you’re still cuffed!” She sauntered over to the cabinet and snagged a key, bringing it back over, “You’re going to need hands in there right?”

I reddened, “Right.”

“Hands. Important things.” She unlocked my cuffs, tossing them onto a nearby table, and then without a backward glance scuttled into the racks of fetish gear. I could hear her voice as it journeyed down the racks, “Catsuit…catsuit…ah, there it is. Oooh, so nice and red. I hope you both like rubber! Lessee, armbinders…geez so many of them…you weren’t kidding blondy I bet she—SHE HAS A MOTHERCLUCKING CANDY-CANE STRIPE ONE!”

“Oh God.” I turned and booked it for the bathroom. What the hell had I just unleashed?

As I beat my hasty retreat, she was already emerging from the racks with a double armload of gear and clothing, that manic grin now seeming to be a permanent feature on her face. She dumped her load onto the table, and then began carefully sorting it, humming some sort of Christmas tune while she did so. I saw a lot of red and green before I closed the bathroom door.

I paused for a moment to just catch my breath. My world, already having changed with this relationship, had just gone through another revolution. Ray was pretty much the ultimate girl next door, and my best friend. And apparently just as much a bondage freak as I was. Small world.

I eyed the sink. There, sitting in its charging station, was my butt plug. I suppose if I’m really doing this, I should do this properly, I thought to myself as I reached for it.

“I hope she appreciates this.” I muttered as I readied myself. Generally I wasn’t the one plugging my own rear, so this was gonna be—

Ah.

Ooooo.

Uuuuuggggmmmm

Ooooof.

I braced myself on the sink, sucking in short little gasps of air. Gosh sakes. That was…different.

It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, and then I made my way towards the dungeon door. Rather slowly. I’d forgotten how it felt to move with this in. Even a few days without it…

“SQUEEEEEE!”

I stopped dead in my tracks as Ray came dancing towards me, her big smile radiating from her face, “OHmigoodness!! Your chastity cage! She keeps you in chastity!”

I froze and glanced down. Sure enough, I had completely forgotten that I’d left that thing on.

“That’s adorable!” She squealed as she gave me another big hug, pre-empting whatever I’d been going to say, “I love this lady of yours already!”

She released me from the hug and, after beaming into my face for another few seconds, hurried me over to the table, where my wrapping had been laid out. Sure enough she’d been able to find some of the most festive bondage gear I’d laid eyes on yet. The red catsuit was contrasted nicely by the pair of knee high green kinky boots. The armbinder was candy cane coloured, sure enough. She’d found an amazing red leather hood, looking pleasingly thick and solid. The harness gag was mostly green, with a fat red ball on the inside of the panel. Completing the set was a snow white leather collar set out in the centre of the pile.

“I…I don’t know what to say, Ray.”

“Well, let’s get you all buckled in, and then you can let me know!” she chirped brightly, picking up the catsuit, “Let’s do this!”

I helped her slide the catsuit up my legs, still moving a little awkwardly from the plug nestled snugly inside me. I luxuriated in the feel of the rubber engulfing my legs, and then up to my thighs. She giggled again as the catsuit neared the chastity cage, miming a kiss in the air at it, before pulling the material up and over my waist. I moaned a little in spite of myself as the tight rubber simultaneously  enclosed my crotch and ass. But Ray wasn’t waiting around to savour the task of Christmas bondage. She was on a mission.

Soon enough I was firmly suited into the catsuit, everything snugged up and buckled down tight yes sir. The boots went on next, each of us working on one. They were low heeled, for which I was quite thankful, and they fit like a dream. Next, she shook out the candy cane armbinder.

“Count yourself lucky blondy. Your lady clearly cares about doing the holidays properly.”

I grinned, feeling a little more comfortable now, “I suppose she does. Halloween was pretty fun.”

She punched my arm as she walked behind me, “Damnit you can’t be telling me things like that!” Her voice was a weird blend of excited and plaintive, “Now I know where you were on Halloween, but now there’s so much more I need to know!!”

I chuckled as she brought my arms behind my back, and slid the sheath over them, “I suppose so.”

“So much I need to talk to her about now. The two of you, all this down here! Gaah!” She reefed on the straps, pulling my arms in tight, “So much! I dunno if I can get through it all in one visit!!”

I flexed my arms in the armbinder as she finished lacing it, and then buckled the three securing straps, including across my chest. I grunted as she pulled each one snugly into place, finishing with a quick pat on my shoulder.

“Seriously blondy, she’s going to love this. Hood time.”

And on it went. The hood was snugged into place, laced up, and then strapped in tight. Feeling almost as much like a second skin as the catsuit. Then I saw the ripe apple of the ballgag on the panel being held in front of my face.

“Any last words?”

“Thank you.” I said, mustering all the sincerity I could, “I just really hope she likes this.”

“Oh sweetie,” she pushed the ball home, bringing the straps around my hooded head to begin buckling them in tight, “Of course she will. She was dropping some pretty crazy hints to you, from what you told me. I’m quite confident that she’ll be squee’ing just as much as I am right now when she sees you all done up.”

“Mmmph!” I responded.

“Well, maybe not quite as much as me, but then again she’s gotten to see you all done up like this quite I bit I reckon. It’s my first time, so, y’know. No judging!” She finished brightly, buckling the last strap of the gag in tight.

“Now then,” She held up the white collar, “Ready for your final bit?”

I nodded, and she leaned in, buckling the collar onto my neck, making sure it was secure. I trembled a little as she backed away, her face glowing with a smile.

“OOOOooo you look so awesome! Now, we need to get you upstairs by the tree! And put some more Christmas-y things on you!”

“Mmmph?”

“Yep! I figure she’ll probably be done work in the next little bit, so I wanna make sure you are absolutely perfect for her when she comes home!” She snapped a leash onto the D-ring of the collar, “Come along now!”

And off we went, back upstairs. I breathed a silent word of thanks into my gag as we went up the stairs that she hadn’t picked some ridiculous length for the boot heels. I foun it difficult enough to manage the stairs in the low heeled ones that I had on now. God only knows what would’ve happened if I had been in four inch heels.

We made it back to the main floor without incident, and she quickly brought me over to the living room, where the Christmas tree had been set up. I stood near the tree and turned back to Ray, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow. About all I was able to do at this point.

“Mmmph?”

“I’ve still got a few things to add to you. Here,” She helped me to kneel down by the tree, “Now, hold still, and let me get these belts on you.”

She jangled two large leather belts in front of me. These were quickly fitted over my legs, welding my thighs to my calves and effectively frog-tying me. I closed my eyes as she was cinching the belts home and let out a deep moan.

“Awwww. There’s that dirty sub that’s been hiding inside you.” She stroked my hooded cheek, “You’re pretty cute when you’re all tied up. Your lady must keep you in bondage just about all the time.”

“Mmmhmm.” I muttered into my gag.

“There we go!” She finished with my legs, “Now to make you Christmas-y!”

“MMmmph?” I struggled in my bondage. She was adding even more??

“Let’s seeee…” She scooted out of my direct line of sight, and I heard her rummaging around behind me. I didn’t have too long to wonder as a hand suddenly dangled in front of my face. More precisely a pair of nipple clamps dangled in front of my face.

“Mmmmph!” I shook my head.

“Awww, but look! They’ve got Christmas tree balls hanging from the ends of them! So festive!!” She bounced up and down on her knees in front of me, “You hafta wear them!”

“Mmmmm!”

“C’mooooooooonnnnn”

“Mmmmmm!”

“Don’t you want to look good for your lady?”

I paused. Damn her. Would this really--? I sighed. Of course it would. She’d probably be squee’ing just as much as Ray had to see me like that, all tied up in the Christmas spirit.

“Mmm.” I nodded my head briefly, and Ray grinned in front of me.

“That’s the spirit!” She teased my nipples through the catsuit, getting them up enough that they’d provide a secure perch for the clamps. And then, on they went.

“MMMMMMMM!” I groaned deeply into my gag as first one, then the other, were applied. She stroked my cheek in response,

“Shhhhhh. There, there blondy. All in a good cause. I’ve got one more Christmas decoration to add to you, and then you’ll be all set, ok?”

“MMm.” I grunted into my gag, still concentrating on my nipples. Whatever.

She disappeared again, and then I felt her fiddling with something behind my back. It felt like she was squeezing something onto it. Then another belt got looped over my chest and arms, tightening down. Now I felt it. Like a rod of some sort that was pressed to my back. I tried to look back, and saw a piece of it positioned over the top of my head. What the hell?

“Mmppph?”

She chuckled, “Oh no, that’s not the decoration sweetie. This is!” She drew something from behind her back. It took me a second to identify it, but sure enough it was mistletoe. I groaned in realization.

“Oh stop it. It’s cute! She’ll think it’s adorable, you all set up to kiss her.” The mistletoe was tied to the rod hanging over my head, “Hmmm. I guess I should test it huh?”

She leaned down and planted a little kiss on my gagged lips, “Perfect!”

“Mmmmmmm” I moaned into my gag, struggling around in my bonds. My eyes kept being drawn back up to her, with her big goofy grin plastered on her face. She watched me struggle around for a couple minutes before exclaiming, “Oooh!”

I looked at her, and her grin widened, “I suppose I should give her a heads up huh? Let her know that she’s got a present to unwrap, so she better hurry home.” She rummaged around in the bag she’d brought up from the dungeon, and then gave a short little cry of triumph, holding aloft my phone like she had pulled the Sword from the Stone.

“Behold!” She cried, and then giggled at my expression, “What? This is the key to your little kingdom here, and you’ve so trustingly left it unlocked.” She tsked, waggling her finger at me, “You really should take security more seriously. All sorts of terrible things could happen to you.”

“Mmmph!” I grunted into my gag. I was well aware of that, thank you very much! Not that she paid much attention. She was scrolling through my phone now, and gave a little foot stomp of frustration.

“No pictures of the two of you at all? Jeez man, how can you not have a single picture of you and your lady on your phone?”

“Mmmph!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you hate pictures.” That tinge of evil came back to her smile, “I think we should rectify that. That way she’ll always have a reminder of your wonderful gift to her!”

“Mmmpph!” I shook my head, but it was waaaay too late. Ray was already snapping pictures of me with my phone. A couple from the front and sides, and then she scooted up super close. Holding the phone so it would mostly include just my hooded, and gagged, head she held it steady.

“Now look super lovey dovey blondy, and try to say Merry Christmas!”

“Meewwwy Chwhhisssmassss!” I mumbled into my gag, my eyes wide.

“Perfect!” She danced back from me, tapping a few more keys, “She’ll get those pics and that little video in a moment. I’m sure she’ll be coming straight home now.” She grinned.

“How should we pass the time?”

I looked at her warily, “Mmmmm?”

“Well of course I already have an idea.” She giggled and dove back into the little sack she’d brought up from the dungeon, “I’ve got it in here some---aha!”

She pulled out two items and my eyes widened. In one hand, a leather blindfold. In her other hand, a fairly powerful looking vibrator. Oh God.

“Mmmmmph!” I shook around in my bondage, rattling the ornaments hanging from my nipple clamps and the mistletoe, “Mmmmmmm!”

“Oh hush, this’ll help us spend our time in a…fun way.” She winked at me, “The next thing you’ll be seeing is the smiling face of your lady as she unwraps you. Or at least takes the blindfold off. From my sense of her you might not get unwrapped until Christmas morning.” She grinned and lowered the blindfold over my eyes.

I grunted into my gag as the strap tightened around my head, plunging me into darkness. As I heard the loud buzz of the vibrator start up next to me, accompanied by Ray’s seemingly uncontrollable fit of giggles, I braced myself for what was to come. This was gonna be a loooong night.