"Say it again,” Wendy murmured, her voice a pleased purr of quenched desire and warm affection.
She felt warm and at peace as she squirmed beneath the blankets, her body shimmying up to press firmly and affectionately against the other form in the bed. She lay in a tangle of blankets, gloriously naked save for the strapon that still jutted from her pelvis and drunkenly wobbled about with every small shift of her body. Well, that, and the single key which dangled from a thin chain around her neck, and was presently situated between her breasts. Her tousled hair fell partly over her eyes, and she brushed it back as she turned her head, looking over at the other occupant of the bed, “Again.”
“Uuh uuuvvv ooo…” Peter gurgled through the thick cock gag that was even now firmly secured, keeping him from speaking any more clearly than that. He was still firmly secured in the straitjacket he had gone to sleep in, still helplessly in the thrall to his new girlfriend. Still a captive with no hope, nor desire, of escape. He blushed, his ass still throbbing from the pounding he had just received, somehow aching not from the thrusting itself, but out of a desire for more. He wanted her to fuck him again. He wanted to feel her rubber cock sliding in and out of his ass, to look up at her and see the love, the domineering lust, and the sheer joy on Wendy’s face as she took him again. And again. And again.
Wendy smiled, one hand stroking Peter’s face, the other trailing down his side, feeling the texture of the straitjacket, until she reached his mostly naked hip, and his bare thigh. Her fingers slowly teasing and caressing his skin, lingering just long enough at every spot to send buzzing feelings upwards through Peter, electrifying his nerves. They moved over his thigh to his ass, where they griped and groped, and grabbed at him, caressing and seizing hold of his decently muscled butt.
“Again.”
“Uuh uuuuvv oooo…” Peter moaned, blushing as Wendy maintained eye contact with him, communicating in no uncertain verbal terms as to how she felt about him, and how she saw him. It was a genuinely humbling and thrilling moment, to have your crush look at you like that.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of hearing those three words from you,” Wendy giggled, squirming in closer to Peter, continuing to grope his butt and caress his face, “They sound great on their own, but when they are coming from you when you are tied up and helpless in my bed…”
Wendy suddenly growled as she tightened her grip on Peter’s ass, seizing hold of his chin and flipping Peter face down on the bed once more, “God, I want you again.”
Peter moaned and then squealed as Wendy suddenly surged up from her where she had been lying down, his muffled moans of nerves and arousal drowned out by Wendy humming loudly. He felt more warm lube slather over his rear, and then Wendy delivered a pair of spanks that made him squeal again.
“Tell me you want my cock in your ass!”
“Pleafff Mifftrefff! Pleaafff uuccckk mmuhh aaafffff!” Peter squealed and blushed, struggling against the straitjacket that held him captive, unable to stop himself from sucking on the rubber cock in his mouth as his crush caressed his rump and murmured those two words that made his entire body sing.
“Good Boy.”
Her hands grabbed him again, but this time turning him, landing him back amid the pillows and blankets, staring up at his Mistress. His girlfriend. His crush whom he adored. At how she slowly and sensually writhed her way to kneel before him, gloriously naked. At how she smiled at him, arching one knowing eyebrow while she leaned forward. At how she bit her lip when he moaned at the entry of her rubber cock into his ass.
“MMmmmm, that’s it Peter, that’s it my darling…” Wendy crooned, rocking her hips back and forth, one hand lowering to caress and tease his locked cock and swollen heavy balls. The other hand braced upon his straitjacket covered chest. Holding her in place as she slowly fed her strapon inch by squirm inducing inch into Peter. As he moaned and arched his back and shook with pleasure, Peter squeezed his eyes shut, and then opened them a moment later with a squeal when he felt his nipple get pinched.
“No looking away love,” Wendy giggled, her voice firm and husky, “Look up at me while I do this to you.”
And so he did. Staring at her, gurgling through his gag, as Wendy once more began to rock her hips, as she had already done many times this morning. As she began to pump back and forth, a faint buzz of the strapon’s inbuilt vibrator pleasuring her with a nub against her most sensitive regions, even as the feedback of the buzz pulsed through the length of the rubber shaft…giving Peter yet more reason to writhe and moan, and squirm and blush.
“Tell me you’re mine!” Wendy’s voice growled as she shoved the final pair of inches of the strapon hard into Peter, sinking the rubber cock all the way to the hilt, her hand firm around his caged cock and balls, the other hand now reach up to grasp him by the collar, “Tell me, darling boy.”
“Mmmm urssssss…” Peter gurgled, gasping into his gag as he writhed upon her strapon.
“I own you, don’t I sweetie?” Wendy began to thrust, back and forth. Back and forth, building up the helpless arousal in Peter, as she had many a time this morning. He groaned, arching his back and thrusting his hips in return, gurgling helplessly into his gag. He knew where this was going. Where it had already gone several times before.
“Yeffffff Ifftressmmmm…” Peter moaned.
“Mmmmmmm, that’s what I like to hear,” Wendy giggled, thrusting into him again and again, plunging in more rapidly with every thrust, the vibrator hard against her as it pulsed pleasure into them both. The crescendo of their mutual pleasure at last climaxing…in Wendy alone. She screamed in orgasmic bliss, rocking back and forth again and again as the waves of pleasure pounded through her, flushed and grinning from ear to ear as Peter’s own wails of aching denial filled the room again.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Wendy slowly collapsed atop Peter, grinning and kissing his gagged face, “You love it when I use you to cum, don’t you Peter?”
Peter blushed and nodded, gurgling and moaning into his gag, whimpering a little as her hand stroked his caged cock.
“Would you like to be let out? Would you like to fuck me?”
"YEFFFFFF MIFFTREFFFFF!!!” Peter practically shrieked the words into his gag, his body writhing and fucking itself on the strapon still buried within him. His cock strained against the cage, desperate for freedom, desperate for release, to fuck, to cum, to pleasure Wendy as he had wanted to do for years. To couple together and entwine himself with her, to feel every molecule of his body turned towards her. He practically wailed his need, and Wendy giggled and at last took pity on her poor desperate slave boy.
After all, it was Christmas morning.
Wendy reached up to grab the key that was still hanging from around her neck, and removed the chain, leaning back to begin fiddling with the lock that kept Peter secure. A plaintive and heartfelt moan erupted from her boy as the click of the lock was heard, and the cage was gently removed. Peter was almost immediately at half mast, and rising rapidly thanks to a few judicious strokes from Wendy’s expert fingers. Then, a small drizzle of lube to help things along, while Wendy snapped the strapon harness off…leaving the rubber cock buried in Peter’s ass. Peter squealed as he realized it, his eyes wide, just as Wendy settled onto his now rock hard cock.
“Gently now love, no sudden moves or eruptions. You stay still, and let me show you why its worth it to wait…”
Peter nodded, moaning into his gag as he slowed his squirming, trying his best to hold still despite Wendy engulfing him, and the rubber cock up his butt. She looked down at him, her eyes brimming with playful affection, and slowly, slowly began to grind and gyrate her hips. Slowly pressing back and forth on his straining erection. Up and down, up and down, moving at just the right speed to send pleasure coursing through Peter, but not quick enough to get him off. Holding him there, along the cliff tops of desire, for eternal seconds. Forever minutes of lust and arousal, each one seemingly endless as he stared at her, unable to tear his eyes away from hers. Unable to summon the willpower to squirm and struggle. Simply lying there, a slave to Wendy, and a captive to her pleasure.
Wendy kept him like that for some time, enjoying the look and feel of her crush, of her new boyfriend, and new slave. Of Peter, how he looked at her, how he felt beneath her, and the little noises he made. Gasps, and moans, and whimpers, and needy little chirps. All of it heated her once more. Adding in just how good it felt to take him inside her, and she was teetering on the edge herself within five minutes of beginning her teasing fucking. She held out for still longer, but lost track of just how far she had pushed them when at last she gasped out, “Now fuck me!”
Peter gurgled, and surged his hips forward, one almighty thrust up and into Wendy, and sent them both careening over the edge. Peter cried out, Wendy growled in hungry satisfaction, and the two of them thrust and grinded against each other to a mutual titanic orgasm. Wendy collapsed on top of Peter, kissing him strongly, with an almost savage hunger as she pressed herself into him, feeling his cock still inside her pulse and shudder. She gripped his collared throat and growled, “Mmmmmm…Merry Christmas slave boy…”
“M-Meerrfffww Cwwwiffmaaaah MIfftreffff…” Peter managed, gurgling through his gag as his brain lost itself in post-orgasm bliss. The two of them remained there for some time recovering, Wendy atop of Peter, both of them breathing regularly and increasingly in sync with one another. Satiated and delighted in one another’s presence, and content to simply drift along in that wonderful mental space. Eventually of course, the day reasserted itself. Eventually Wendy had to rouse herself from the pleasant stupor, get Peter securely caged once again, and then prepare him for the day. That meant cuffs and chains for his legs, an armbinder rather than a straitjacket, and his leash. Apart from those changes, and his existing collar, cock gag, and chastity device, Peter was naked. When he tried to burble an objection to this, Wendy just shrugged.
“You’re mine now sweetie, and in the Morgen household slaves only wear fetish clothing…and since I don’t have appropriate fetish clothing for you yet, you only wear restraints.” She tugged on the leash, pulling a blushing Peter along behind her, “Maybe Santa brought you something that can help fix that. Even though this was a bit of a surprise…you can always hope.”
“Merry Christmas” Lizzy chirped brightly, meeting Wendy and Peter near the stairs to the basement with two pipping hot mugs of cocoa.
“Merry Christmas!” Wendy responded with a happy grin, and then blinked, “Wow. Mom really went all out this year didn’t she?”
Lizzy grinned, shuffling slowly around in a circle accompanied by the clink of chains. She was dressed in a very fetching Santa’s Elf costume, all red and green latex, and had also had shackles attached at wrist and ankle with connective chains in between. Her hair was neatly tucked beneath a festive Christmas Elf hat, complete with brassy bells that tinkled with every movement. More bells also rattled about on her wrist and ankle restraints, and Lizzy was already faintly blushing. She turned back to face the pair of basement lovers, and winked with a broad grin.
“Mom said I still have some learning to do…but that serving as a Christmas Elf gets me most of the way back to being in the clear with her. And Helena—”
“Helena…ah, your little princess.”
Lizzy blushed, thrusting a mug of cocoa into Wendy’s hands as her older sister grinned at her, “Shaddup. Anyway, yes, Helena…my Helena, she’s, heh, she’s in the same getup too, with a few more restrictions. Mom said I get to unwrap her later…”
“Is she staying with us for the whole holidays Lizzy?”
“Mmmhmm!” Lizzy giggled brightly, halfway through offering the second mug to Peter when she seemed to finally internalize that Peter was still quite thoroughly bound, “Oh, uhm, here, I guess I’ll escort you both to the living room. Everyone else is up already. Obviously.” Lizzy gestured at herself, and then twitched as a buzzing vibration split the air, “Eeeeep!”
“Still locked in chastity?”
“Gaaaaaaah,” Lizzy growled, blushing suddenly, “Yesssssss…”
Wendy grabbed her collar and gave it a friendly tug closer, “Wanna try that again? I’m sure our resident Mrs Claus would love to hear about any lack of respect you show…”
Lizzy growled again, but blushed and mumbled, “Yessss Miss…”
“Better. Now, hold this,” Wendy handed her drink back to Lizzy, and you can take us tot he living room at a nice proper pace. I don’t want to have to run to keep up, and my boyfriend is a little too restricted to go trotting around the place. Go on.” She aimed a quick spank at Lizzy’s backside, getting her sister moving with a squeak and a tinkle of chains and bells. Peter burbled into his gag, and Wendy gently yanked on it, grinning back at him, “Don’t worry darling, still plenty of chances for you to wear something like that for me…though maybe next year. This year I can’t fathom you having that much freedom.”
Peter moaned and blushed, squirming as he felt his lips twitch in an incredulous smile. Even after all that had passed, after all that he and Wendy had said to each other, done to each other, it still thrilled him to hear his future with her discussed as such a casual certainty. That he would be here next year, with her, still bound. Still dating. Still irrevocably intertwined with his best friend and crush…it sent his head spinning a little as he was led along by the leash into the living room. Where he was met with fresh kinky sights that made him blush and moan.
Within the living room, ensconced in front of the television and tree, were Lisa Morgen, Mr Morgen, and Helena, Lizzy’s English Princess crush. Lisa Morgen was dressed in a jaw droppingly sexy Mrs Claus outfit. She wore a slinky latex and leather combination corset, all in black and red, with white fur frills that complimented and cradled the upper portion of her arms, breasts and wrists. Soft red fabric formed a swirling skirt that billowed as she turned to greet her daughters and Peter, black latex leggings shiny and appealingly sexy. Mr Morgen had been settled into what seemed to be a custom made bondage chair, still completely consumed in his gimp suit’s rubber and leather, though now all in Christmas-y reds and greens. Faint moans could be heard from beneath his heavy hood, and his breathing appeared to be that of a well sexed yet still achingly needy man. Peter was beginning to know just how he felt. And lastly, but by no means least, was the second Christmas Elf. Helena, a name at last applied to Peter’s fellow captive, was gently helping Mr Morgen enjoy a hot beverage, standing next to him and tilting the mug at every nod he mad into the small funnel tube that had been left. Helena was dressed in much the same attire as Lizzy, though she had also been heavily gagged and locked into a green Gwen hood so only her eyes and nose peeked out at the gathering. She had also lost the Elf skirt that Lizzy still wore, and so had to display her chastity locked status to all within the room, likely explaining the bright red blush on her face…which deepened considerably when Lizzy came trotting into the room. The two young women made eye contact, Lizzy growled slightly in her throat, and Helena ducked her eyes as Lizzy Morgen padded over to her, tinkling and merry, and reached out her manacled hands to softly run them over her back. A faint moan emerged from Helena.
Peter’s eyes fairly popped out of his head as Lisa flowed over to them in effortless grace, and gave Wendy a hug, “Merry Christmas darling.” She looked past Wendy and grinned, “It seems your boytoy is still surprised by our Christmas traditions. Do you like my take on Santa Claus darling?” She spun in an elegantly sexy circle, and then halted with her hand cupping Peter’s chin, “You behaved like a good boy down below I trust?”
Peter gurgled, blushing and mumbling into her gag, inadvertently thrusting his caged cock a little. Lisa looked down, considering it for a moment, and then back up at the pair of them with a wide grin, “Well I’m glad things were mutually enjoyable. Honestly, you’ve effectively been denying yourself and your feelings for quite some time, so being in overt chastity shouldn’t be toooooo much of a change.” She giggled and then began laughing more loudly as Peter groaned and squirmed. Wendy joined in with a happy giggle of her own, hugging Peter to herself with one arm.
“He’s been wonderful. I can still hardly believe that he’s here and…and mine.” Wendy’s arm tightened around his waist, and her head pressed into Peter’s shoulder, “Thank you Mom, this is the best Christmas gift I could’ve asked for.”
“A very lucky one,” Lisa chuckled, “Unfortunately I don’t have a suit ready for him just yet, but that is something we can take care of over the holidays. I know a few people who can rush order a lovely set of restraints and attire to ensure he can be properly dressed for when you go back to school.”
Wendy nodded with a grin, and Peter moaned…receiving a light, loving pat on his cheek from Lisa, and a kiss from Wendy. Then Lisa went back to settle regally on Mr Morgen’s lap, taking firm hold of Helena’s collar and connecting it to a chain that was attached to the chair. She snapped her fingers and the girl knelt next to her with a moan. Lizzy, grumbling a little at having her teasing fun interrupted, nonetheless settled herself on the floor next to Helena, pressing her back into the girl’s thighs and stomach. Wendy trotted over to the largely unoccupied couch and settled down into it, twitching the leash to have Peter sit down with her, and then pulling him down, with him letting out a bleating moan into his gag, so that he lay across her lap. She began to slowly caress and teasingly grope his naked body, paying special attention to massaging his butt, tingling and teasing his thighs, and lovingly caressing his back and arms.
Within less than five minutes, Peter was mumbling and moaning, his mind mostly mush. He was in utter heaven, soaring into the heights of submissive bliss as he heard the unwrapping of presents begin to commence around him. Wendy didn’t move from her spot though. Occasionally her hands would stop, and a box of varying weight would be placed on Peter’s back, while she unwrapped a present from her mother, father, or sister. There would be exclamations of thanks, of admiration for a present, and then her hands would return to their teasing, their caressing, their stroking, and their groping. Peter was unable to do anything but simply lie there and enjoy. He was bound far too thoroughly to resist, and was feeling far too warm and loved to consider it seriously anyway. So there he lay, adored, bound, captured and cared for, while the Morgen women enjoyed themselves in the unwrapping of various gifts.
Many of the gifts were mundane things, new novels, new clothes, some sketching and drawing material for Wendy, some programming and music software for Lizzy, and a joint sister gift to their mother and father of very comfy bathrobes. Other gifts were rather more racy. Lizzy was gifted a full set of collar, cuffs, and interconnected chains. Very clearly a set of restraints to be used on a submissive who needed to be able to work. Wendy giggled, “Ah yes, the ‘dating age’ restraints. I’ve got my set at university. I’ll show you them soon enough,” she teased Peter, rubbing his butt cheeks, and then giving him a friendly spank, “Used them a couple of times, but really, they will be for you alone going forward. I can’t imagine needing them for anyone else…well, needing them for anyone else long term anyway. I do have one roommate who…heh, well you’ll meet Gabby soon enough. She reminds me of Lizzy actually, energy wise, outlook wise…and in her switchiness too.”
Peter blushed and moaned, squirming on Wendy’s lap, “Oourr oommaffess?”
“Yes,” Wendy paused and giggled, “Though they’ll be your roommates too starting in the new year.
“Mmmmrgggh!?” Peter let out another loud moan, prompting Wendy to giggle, and faint laughter from Lisa and Lizzy to trickle over too.
“Finding out about things?” Lisa asked with gentle amusement
“Slowly putting them together,” Wendy grinned, her hands stroking over Peter’s body, “I think the really wonderful thing is that Gabby and Rebecca have heard…well, a fair bit about Peter without knowing his name or who he is at all…they just know I had a crush on a hometown boy and have been pining after him for as long as we’ve been friends. And now…now I get to finally make some introductions…”
Peter moaned and Lisa chuckled, “Rebecca being the friend I met when I dropped you off in September?”
“Yep, the really dominant one,” Wendy giggled, “She had all sorts of advice for how to reduce a boy from resistance to subbie compliance…not all of them I think are necessary for my boyfriend…but some might be fun.” Her hands tightened on Peter’s rump, making him moan and squirm once more.
Lisa chuckled, “Got some experience with her being on top, did you?”
Wendy giggled, though Peter could hear the blush in her words, “She’s reeeeeally good at finding convincing reasons. Our first night there she suggested a game of truth or dare to break the ice. I think by the end of the first hour Gabby was hogtied, and I was having to perform a sexy dance while cuffed. Things kinda…devolved from there.”
“Mmmmm,” Lisa grinned, “Thus why I couldn’t get you on the phone that first weekend either.”
“No, uhm,” Wendy flushed, “Rebecca is a big believer in immersive servitude. I at least managed to get out because I only forfeited one dare, so I was only a captive for that weekend. Gabby, I swear she had to have known, but she ended up being our submissive for the better part of two weeks. Becks even took her out on a leash for a late evening walk!”
“She struck me as someone with a good kinky head on her shoulders,” Lisa mused with a smile, her voice indicating her had gotten up and paced over to be near Wendy, “Someone, I think, to keep around. Really both of them. Training a slave, no matter how willing, is tough work to get it right. Having another domme around, and a switch too, can be quite helpful.” Lisa caressed Peter’s face, “I am quite certain that he will be a darling for you, but training is training, and it will be good for both of you to have another person that can step in to deliver too.” She ruffled Peter’s hair, and then leaned in, “Now, this last present for you is sort of a last minute one, and its not actually contained within the box, but since Peter is here, and since he and you have cemented a new chapter in your relationship…consider this a congratulatory experience for you and your new slave.”
Peter could feel Wendy enjoyably tense and blush, matching his own embarrassed and aroused squirmy nature, and then he heard her gasp.
“Oh, oh wow. I didn’t…this is…this is incredible!”
Lisa smiled, settling down next to Wendy and giving her a hug…which happened to press her ample breasts into Peter’s face, making him moan and mumble as he breathed in the heady aroma of Lisa Morgen in her dominant finery. Lisa seemed to be aware of it, because she kept her hug going as she spoke, pressing her breasts into Peter’s face and making him suck in every breath with her scent. Teasing and titillating the poor bound boy even more. Peter moaned, and felt Lisa and Wendy both settle a hand apiece onto his head and neck.
“Well, your father and I have really enjoyed the experience at Alice’s Club, and I think it makes for an excellent atmosphere to enjoy yourself at. That VIP card means you’ll be able to access the Club throughout the entirety of next year. It means that you will be able to participate in VIP only events, including special slave training, auctions, friendly competitions, and be placed in the running for special prizes, such as winning playtime from registered dominants at the Club.” Lisa chuckled, “Your father and I were fortunate enough to win a few hours with Mistress Alice herself last year, so you really can meet just about anyone with the VIP membership. For the pair of you though, I think accessing training courses, especially the interactive ones, will be quite good. That, and simply attending Club events and play evenings…”
“Oh Mom its wonderful!” Wendy exclaimed, hugging her mother, her breasts pressing into Peter’s back and neck. He let out fresh moans, straining in his restraints and gag as the two Morgen women amused themselves in their hug, and their teasing of the bound and thoroughly frustrated young man.
“You’re most welcome sweetheart! It kicks into gear just in time for New Years Eve, if you want to go to that. Alice’s often has some special events and activities for new VIP members, so feel free to get in touch with them.” Lisa lingered for a few more teasing seconds before finally draw back to kiss her daughter on the cheek, and then brush a finger down Peter’s face to deliver a kiss on his nose, “I’m sure Peter would adore being led into a kink club on your leash. Perhaps even get made to squeal and moan in pleasure and pain in front of a little audience while his Mistress demonstrates her control and ownership of him?’
"Him and me both," Wendy muttered, her hands tightening on Peter's rump, "I kinda...I kinda really like the idea of showing him off. My boy. Mine...for the world to see."
"Well Alice's is perfect for that." Lisa smiled at her daughter and the boy she had captured for her, giving them both another hug, pressing Peter's face back between her breasts as she murmured, "And visit Alice's often enough...well, eventually I'm sure Peter will come to see just how natural and right it is that he remain a slave...who knows! Perhaps he'll eventually make the same decision and commitment your father did..."
Peter blushed and squirmed at the teasing, both women chuckling, before Lisa rose in a swirl of sexy red and black to traipse back over to her bound husband and lounging upon his lap once more. She casually drew Helena up on her leash, caressing the girl’s thigh before murmuring a command that sent her scurrying out of the room to return with fresh drinks for the Morgen women. Once the drinks were served, Lisa nodded in appreciation and then looked over to Lizzy who was anxiously shifting from foot to foot…and gave her a single nod.
Lizzy squealed in delight, rushing over to engulf Helena in a spine tingling hug that sent the other woman blushing bright red. Lizzy grabbed her leash and led her firmly over to the large comfy armchair, where the English lass was pulled down onto Lizzy’s lap. Her breasts were groped, her ass forced to grind against Lizzy, and her legs sat to either side of Lizzy’s thigh as the youngest Morgen woman yanked Helena’s head back by her leash and began to furiously whisper into her ear. Within moments, the captive lass was panting and moaning, her hips gyrating against the firm thigh of her new Mistress.
Peter gurgled into his gag as Wendy began to grope him more as well, her touches communicating, somehow, both her love and her hunger for him. He arched his back, struggling against the armbinder that held him in place, and began to drift again as she played with him. As the noises filled the room of Helena being teased and denied by Lizzy, of the softer sounds of Lisa Morgen snuggling with her gimped up husband, and of his own muffled cries joining in.
In the hours to come there would be further kinky debauchery. The two newest slaves, Helena and Peter, would be placed in strappados next to each other, so that Lisa could coach her daughters in the proper application and technique of different types of flogging. There was of course the classic punishment flogging, that was supposed to hurt without damaging. Then there was the playful, teasing flogging which could awaken a submissive neediness and fire within any captive, preparing them for greater or longer play. Then there was a simply maintenance flogging, one done with just enough pain to remind a captive of the potential for more without distinctly punishing them. The lesson went on for well over an hour, and Peter and Helena by the end were moaning, panting and bleating into their gags in desperate supplication for mercy.
Mercy, as it turned out, was in quasi short supply that day. For after that Christmas morning lesson in flogging, it was time for the Morgen sisters to practice their ropework. The sting and snap of the floggers was replaced by the singing tensions and scratchy feel of dozens of yards of hemp rope as Lisa showed them the proper way to bind submissives for hours at a time. Helena and Peter were roped up, teased and played with, and then hogtied and hoisted into the air. Each had a vibrator rigged up to nestle between their legs, and switched on to a low buzz. Just enough to tease and titillate them, but nowhere close to allowing them to orgasm. For the Morgen women still had to prepare the Christmas feast, and so the two new slaves were left to sway and wiggle, moan and squirm, as the three ladies repaired to the kitchen to begin preparing the meal.
Mr Morgen, for his part, was hustled away to be placed on the treadmill that Lisa had had installed specially for him, and any other long term slaves who happened to be in the house. Christmas morning or not, it was important that he get his daily exercise…though even he got a vibrating little friend to encourage him, and hint at the possibility of a further bout of sex with his wife come the evening. Not a normal gift by any means, given his usual denied and frustrated state…but it was Christmas after all.
The ladies, meanwhile, could concentrate on cooking and preparing the meal. Not just for themselves, who would get to dine as relatively normal, but also for the three shuddering, squirming submissives who would be made to eat in their bondage. Which meant cooking for them also involved the additional step of blending everything together according to a special slave recipe that Lisa Morgen had spent the better part of five years experimenting with and perfecting. Such that a serving provided all the taste and enjoyment of eating the meal, but it could be safely fixed up to a feeder gag and simply consumed via the submissive sucking it down. Wendy and Lizzy helped out as directed, Lisa performing the role of Mistress Chef rather than dirtying herself with much of the actual work. Her daughters had become relatively skilled cooks in their own right, and each would need to know the techniques of cooking such meals for their submissives anyway. A valuable learning experience indeed.
And thus we come to Christmas dinner, on the day of Christmas, in the Morgen household. The table is laden with goodies and delectable dishes. Turkey and ham, mashed potatoes and stuffing, salad and cooked vegetables. A veritable feast that could easily feed a dozen people.
Arranged around the table were the three Morgen women. Lisa, at the head of the table naturally enough, with Wendy occupying the end of the table as the eldest daughter. In the middle sat Lizzy. Wendy had gotten changed into her own kinky Christmas attire for the meal, wearing a costume that was the carbon copy of Lisa’s own kinky Mrs Claus outfit, since she had now graduated to being a full Morgen family Mistress. Lizzy, her excitable nature still being paid for, was dressed in her Christmas Elf costume but had been granted the privilege of not being at all restrained…apart from the collar still locked around her neck. Perhaps next year, she would have a chance at a Mrs Claus outfit of her own. For now, she remained a student protege, and so could be bound and restrained at any moment for mistakes she might commit.
And the submissives of these gorgeous, dominant women? They knelt before their respective Mistresses under the large table, frogtied and bound with rope. Save of course for Mr Morgen who was bound with armbinder and hood, his gimp status never a question for anyone present. All three submissives moaned and sucked down their meal through the feeder tubes which ran up to three medium sized containers which were stood on stands next to their respective Mistresses. Once the meal was complete, each would feel the feeder gags removed. Each would feel the tug and pull of their leashes. And each would find themselves shuffling forward on their knees, mouths open and gasping, until their lips met the sex of their Mistress. Until they were pulled firmly forward, their tongues plunging within the glistening mounds that awaited them. For that was to be their dessert, pleasuring the women who owned them to as many orgasms as they pleased, while they themselves knelt in their bondage, their chastity, their frustrated and aching denial. While they surrendered their needs, and their pleasure, to ensure that the ladies who had bound them, fed them, and pampered and trained them that day were shown just how much their domination was appreciated.
After that, well, that was really going to be up to the individual ladies. The meal and dessert were the final portions of the communal Morgen Christmas experience. Afterwards, Lisa would no doubt lead Mr Morgen upstairs to spend hours teasing and edging him over and over again, pulling still more orgasms from herself via his skilled tongue and the dildo gag she would eventually mount to his gasping mouth. Perhaps, were Mr Morgen able to beg sweetly enough, and drive her to sufficient orgasms, she would allow him to fuck her a second time that day. Perhaps, if he was good enough, he would get the further privilege of sleeping uncaged to awaken with morning wood on Boxing Day that she would even elect to fuck for a third time. Lisa could be quite generous around this time of year after all, and Mr Morgen always went upstairs on Christmas Day evening with a heart full of hope and submissive ambition.
For Lizzy and Helena, now that the youngest Morgen was out of chastity, she would be bouncing off the walls no doubt to get Helena up to her room and ensure the English girl understood in no uncertain terms that she was owned now. There would be more time spent with her head buried between Lizzy’s thighs. There would be hours spent being edged by Lizzy, made to beg, made to plead all manner of things. To squeal that she was a slave, to whimper her need for Lizzy’s control, to scream out at last in ecstasy when she came. Over and over, across all the long hours of the night it would go on, until at last a gasping exhausted Helena was snuggled into a sleepsack, strictly bound tightly within it, and then used as a cuddle slave all through the night until Boxing Day morning.
After that…well Helena would have to bargain her way out of the sleepsack with yet more time pleasuring her new Mistress. For now that Lizzy had a toy to play with of her own, Helena was unlikely to spend very much time outside of strict and heavy bondage.
As for our two Christmas lovebirds down in the basement, Wendy and Peter were likewise intent upon retiring for an early night. For Wendy it would be time to extract her own series of orgasms from Peter, though a goodly number of these would be from that wonderful vibrator and strapon combination that she adored in using upon her bashful and blushing boy. Especially since while she fucked his tight hole she could regale him of college stories from her time away. How she had submitted to Rebecca not just that first weekend, but on other occasions too. How the pair of them had jointly dommed Gabby, or how Gabby and Rebecca had in turn captured and dominated Wendy. How she planned to introduce Peter to her two best friends, and what sort of kinky fun they might get up to, the four of them, in the house that the three girls had rented. Eventually of course Wendy would unlock Peter’s chastity, and fuck him again. And again. And again. No single orgasm evening for Peter, he would be used until he couldn’t stand it. Until he begged Wendy for the cage again, and had it firmly and lovingly locked back into place, drained of every last molecule of cum from his balls.
And then at last Peter and Wendy could fall asleep nestled together. He in the straitjacket that he would be wearing to bed going forward, ring gagged and ankle cuffed, his thick collar locked on, and his aching well used cock safely caged. And Wendy, dear sweet amorous and satisfied Wendy, with her arms entwined about Peter. Hugging herself tightly to her boy. Her crush, the young man she had wanted for years…who was finally hers. Finally her boyfriend, and more importantly, finally her slave. Her collared property, to hold and to care for, to keep and protect…forever.
It proved to be a very Merry, and Kinky, Christmas for all within the Morgen household…