Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, Femdom, F/m Lesdom, F/f, Maledom, M/f, kidnapping, bondage, The Greenwood Family, sex slavery
Samantha didn’t go Christmas shopping for her parents. Why would she? They were her parents. That meant it was their job to buy presents for her. And since Samantha didn’t have a boyfriend there was only one person she would be buying presents for: herself.
The room was clearly designed with men like Samantha’s daddy in mind. The young lady was sitting in the kind of plush leather chair she could expect to find Charles Greenwood smoking a cigar in. The furnishings, upholstery, and wallpaper were all darkly colored, the walls decorated with paintings. Hardwood was everywhere, as if the whole place was built in a two hundred year old lodge instead of a modern building. At Samantha’s side was a little table with an ashtray and enough space for a crystal glass of scotch.
“Is there anything you would like to drink, madam?” Asked the attendant, a blonde woman in a tight, well-cut business suit. The previous attendent was dumb enough to call the youngest Greenwood “miss,” at first, but Samantha put a stop to that right away and demanded a more competent replacement. It had added a few minutes of wait time, which was annoying but worth it. Samantha was a grown woman of twenty years and would be addressed as such.
“Chardonnay,” Samantha said. “Keep the bottle out. I don’t want to wait one second if I need more.”
“Of course, madam.”
Madam. Samantha liked the sound of that. It was a hell of a lot better than all the “Miss Samanthas” she heard from the staff that was allowed to speak at home.
She looked the part too. The room may have been furnished for people like her daddy, but Samantha Greenwood did not look out of place. She wore a long gown of sparkling muted gold. Her light brunette hair was styled and flowing over one shoulder, revealing only one of the glittering earrings she had on. A matching set of bracelets rested comfortably on her wrists. Samantha was every inch the sophisticated socialite that belonged in a room like this.
A wine glass full of Samantha’s chosen drink was placed at her side. The attendant waited for her to make sure it was to her satisfaction before speaking again.
“We will have your selections ready in just a moment, madam. As per your instructions, both female and male items will be available to you today. We hope they will be to your satisfaction.”
Samantha waved her off, impatient to see what was for sale after all the waiting she’d already done. It took some effort not to hurry the attendant up with a swift kick to that tight, skirted ass of hers. Just as well. Samantha didn’t want to lose a shoe.
The young Greenwood woman was pleasantly surprised when it only took a couple sips of her wine before the attendant was back. She stepped into the room and came to a stop at Samantha’s side, in easy sight of both the door and the customer. Samantha noted she was within reach of the bottle of Chardonnay as well, as instructed.
“If Madam would allow me to present your selection for the evening…” she lifted her hand to gesture at the open door.
Samantha didn’t pay attention to the standard-issue meathead leading in the merchandise on a leash. She only had eyes for the collared slave on the other end. The girl was tall-ish, with wavy dark hair and a nicely thin, compact figure. She wore a tight Santa dress in classic red with thick white trimming and a black belt, and on her legs were opaque dark stockings and heels. In her mouth was a standard red ballgag that matched her dress.
Apparently a lot of people wanted the slaves naked for this part, but Samantha requested Christmas outfits instead. Half the fun of getting a present was unwrapping it, and Samantha was definitely enjoying the sight of this wrapped present as the slut was paraded in front of her. The meathead led the slave around the room, revealing a fine ass and the cuffs holding her arms in place before she was brought to a stop opposite the attendant.
“Our first item on offer tonight is Miss Lauren Anderson, age twenty-two. Formerly a waitress from Seattle, Washington,. She was acquired when her employer was dissatisfied with her performance and contacted us to see if we could find her a more suitable career. We quickly found that with the proper motivation–”
Samantha saw the dark-haired slut wince.
“–her service skills have greatly improved.”
“I don’t own a restaurant,” Samantha interrupted. “Why should I care if she’s a better waitress now?”
The attendant bowed, her hands now folded politely in front of her. “Of course, madam. Her domestic service skills have become more impressive, but the majority of her training has been in the primary functions of our products. The conditioning process has proven remarkably effective on Miss Anderson. She is highly obedient, and while she is not especially enthusiastic, she is quite reactive and effective.”
Samanthat took another sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving the present in front of her. The slave’s eyes were pointed submissively at the ground. “Show me the next one.”
A well-tanned Latina was brought in next. This slave’s hair was as black as the first’s, but chin-length and more intricately styled. Her Santa dress and eflin ankle boots were green while her stockings and ballgag were both white. She was curvier than the waitress, shorter too, and her chest more well-endowed.
Her expression was more lively than the first item’s. She wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were more alive and hopeful, almost pleading. Samantha noted the way the slave moved her body. She presented her breasts and swayed her hips when her meathead handler turned her back to Samantha, though she wasn’t ostentatious about it.
“Our second item available is Miss Sonia Rojas, twenty-three years old and from New York City,” said the attendant when the new slave was stood next to the first. “Fluent in both English and Spanish, she was a reasonably successful actress when we obtained her. Miss Rojas has been in a number of well-regarded plays and was specifically noted as a highlight by critics in several of them.”
Had she not been in the middle of another sip Samantha would have demanded to know why she should care about the slave’s old career. As it happened, the attendant was able to continue before she had the chance.
“I bring this up because, while her sexual skills have been rated quite highly both before and after her training, we believe her behavior to be somewhat deceptive.”
Samantha blinked, confused. She saw the Latina slave’s eyes dart back to the attendant before going to the floor. “Explain.”
“She is an actress, Madam. Our assessments indicate that her apparent enthusiasm for her new position is at least somewhat feigned. Still, we believe that firm discipline and moderate restraint will be more than enough to handle any outbursts she might have.”
Samantha thought this over as she watched the slave squirming in place. The slut seemed to be having a harder time standing still than the one next to her. Samantha liked the look of this one. But if the attendant’s words were correct, a tricky slave sounded better suited to Mother than it did to her.
“What’s next?”
Meathead guard number three’s slave was male. Muscular, and even without his heels he was about as tall as the guard, which told Samantha everything she needed to know.
“Pass,” she said. “I don’t want a meathead. Show me the next one.”
As Item Number Three was led out of the room, Samantha almost regretted rejecting him so quickly. The muscular male slave’s own Christmas dress was skimpier than the girls’, more of a nightie than an actual dress. Most of it was white, transparent, and Samantha had to admit that she enjoyed the way it showed off his body. Samantha liked muscles just fine, but she also thought they were more trouble than they were really worth. She was tempted to change her mind when she saw him stumbling in those heels, but kept quiet until he was gone from the room.
Item Number Four was another male, much shorter than the first. Softer too. His body was slim, and there was virtually no definition to his muscles. A total twink. In fact… Samantha looked carefully… yes! He was shorter than both of the female slaves on offer. Samantha smiled.
Unlike any of his predecessors, the boy wasn’t wearing a dress. He was wearing all red lingerie. Stockings, panties (with a nice bulge Samantha appreciated), garter belt, a corset, and even a bra! Though he obviously didn’t have any chest worth speaking of to fill it out. Only his five-inch heels, slim collar, and the straps of his otherwise red ballgag offset the trend by being black. There was a tattoo on his arm. It was cute.
From the wide-eyed, terrified look on his face it was clear that he hadn’t been shown to many of his betters before. He kept his eyes firmly on the ground as the guard let him into the room and showed his body off to Samantha. She watched him shiver and shake and make adorable little whimpers with nearly every motion.
“Our final item for the night–”
“Only four?” Samantha frowned. “A friend of my mother’s had five when we bought from her.”
Samantha thought the attendant would be tripped up by the interruption and was impressed when her reply came quickly.
“Our organization prides itself on the quality of its training and behavioral assessment programs. It takes time to properly prepare an item for sale.”
Samantha thought about this. Daddy was satisfied with his birthday present, but Samantha thought the stupid bitch had been awfully insolent so far. “So you don’t sell cheap sluts off the street, is that it?”
The attendant's only answer was a bow.
Samantha sighed. “Whatever. Tell me about him.”
“Mister Isaac Canton is twenty years old, from Vancouver, Canada. He previously worked as a clerk in several service jobs and was sold to us by an independent team that lured him into captivity by claiming to be looking for a roommate. We quickly saw the boy is naturally submissive and highly excitable. He has shown no inclination towards defiance, but bondage has been noted to help keep him calm.”
There was a wet glimmer in his eyes, which pretty much sealed Samantha’s interest on the spot. Especially when she looked down and saw that bulge was getting bigger and close to escaping the confines of his red panties. She could already tell he was going to be fun to play with.
“I’ll take him,” Samantha said.
“Very good, Madam.” If the attendant was surprised by how quickly Samantha made her decision without taking a closer look at any of the slaves, she was professional enough to keep it to herself. “If you would like, we have private rooms in which you can enjoy your new property immediately. Otherwise we can have the item brought to your car, hold him until you are ready to leave, or have him delivered directly to your home, which will likely take several days.”
The twinky boy blinked, shocked by how quickly his fate had been decided. His eyes were wide and shifting rapidly back and forth between Samantha and the attendant as he tried to follow the conversatio. Samantha could hear his breathing grow rougher and faster.
“I think I’ll have some fun before I leave. It looks like I’ll have to calm him down a bit.” Samantha winked at her new property. He saw it, and began shaking.
“Of course Madam.”
Silently, without being told what to do, the other meatheads began pulling the female slaves out of the room. Samantha barely noticed at first, being much more focused on her gift to herself. But something stuck out in her mind… some flash of the waitress’s legs or the actress’s curves…
“Wait a second, don’t take those two out yet.”
Nearly every face in the room turned back to Samantha. She saw fear glimmering in the eyes of the unsold slaves.
“Unfortunately, Madam. We can only allow you to enjoy the items if you purchase them.”
Samantha scoffed. “I know that, you idiot. That’s not what I want. Shut up.”
The attendant instantly bowed, but Samantha ignored her. She was still thinking about what she’d heard about the female slaves…
Hmm… It was Christmas… And Daddy gave her plenty of money for today…
“I’ll buy them as well,” Samantha said before downing the rest of her drink. One of the female slaves gasped, and even the attendant looked a little surprised. Samantha didn’t know why, she doubted she was the first person to buy more than one slave at a time. But it was a pleased kind of surprised, so go figure.
“Madam?”
Samantha stood up. “They’ll be presents for my parents. Have them delivered to my family’s estate as close to Christmas as you can manage. The waitress is for my father and the other one is for my mother. Keep them in these outfits and do something to cover up their faces so there’s something to unwrap. And have all the information you have on them available to read. Got it?”
The attendant rallied admirably. “Yes, Madam. Right away.”
With that out of the way Samantha put all the other women in the room out of her mind. She was vaguely aware of how the newly bought presents were hustled out of the room, but for the moment she had eyes only for her new twink. The boy wilted under the full force of his new owner’s attention. He tried to take a step back only for the remaining meathead to hold him in place.
“Awww,” Samantha cooed as she drew close. She reached out, putting one hand on his chest and immediately feeling him shiver. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. You’re mine now.”
Her hand trailed down, into the bra, where she quickly gave one of the boy’s nipples a sudden, savage twist.
The boy’s abrupt cry of pain, the way his eyes closed and face twisted in pain while he instinctively tried to pull away, only for Samantha to hold fast. Mmmm.
Samantha frowned. “Where do you think you’re going, slut boy? I just told you that you’re mine now. You don’t get to pull away.” She used her grip on his nipple to pull his unresisting body in close. With her other hand Samantha went down to get a handful of his panty-covered ass. Then she leaned in, bringing her teeth up to his ear for a little nibble. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, slut. I can see that bulge. You’re going to be a good little twink for me, aren’t you? And if you’re not…”
She gave the nipple another vicious twist at the same time she bit down on his earlobe and gave his ass a hard pinch, drawing a new cry from her present. He twisted in her grip on reflex.
Samantha was giggling when she let go and took a step back. “Come on twinky. Lets find that private place she was talking about so I can see how good you are. Are there toys there? Crops and clamps and everything?”
The attendant quickly replied to the questions. “Of course, Madam. Everything you need to test out your new property.”
“Excellent,” Samantha turned back to her slave, drinking in the side of his sad, desperate eyes. “I want to see how loud I can get you to squeal for me. You’re going to be doing that a lot soon you know. When you’re naughty, when I’m bored…” She giggled again.
The boy’s face was bright red now, nearly as crimson as his lingerie. Hmm. Keeping an eye on him as she moved in all that red and how his soft body moved… with the right wardrobe, Samantha could get him looking almost as hot as her.
Oh yes, this one was going to be fun.
One present for Samantha, two for her parents. A nice, fun day of shopping.
Samantha's parents went Christmas shopping too! See how it went for them: