I stepped out of the warehouse, a big paper bag over one arm and cursed as I nearly slid on a semi-invisible piece of ice.

“Goddamn winter,” I muttered. “Can’t get warm again fast enough…”

Okay, I admit, I may have been in a bad mood. There had been an unexpected deluge of snow and the present that I’d bought for my charming boy’s roommate had got stuck at the Warehouse. After phoning multiple times to be told it was somewhere in the backlog, if it hadn’t been eaten by yeti’s, I had lost my temper and driven out that morning to come and take a look myself. It was amazing how fast they’d found my parcel when I calmly broke into their warehouse and told them that I’d tell their bosses about the multiple security glitches I’d found, meaning that none of the eejits would be able to clock off early that day.

A small smile twisted my lips when I remembered the row of chalk-white faces when I’d unveiled that particular threat. I was a bad woman. Definitely on Santa’s naughty list.

My phone buzzed and I stopped to fish it out, not trusting my converse on the ice-slick of a pavement while I had it in my hand. Message from my boy… The phone buzzed in my hand. 2 messages… no, 3 messages from my boy. Jeez, it was unlike him to do multiple texts. I opened them up, and my jaw nearly hit the frozen pavement.

I quickly stuffed my phone back away and hurried, as fast as was safe, back to my car, where I piled in, shoving the present onto the passenger seat while I flicked through the images sent to me, clearly not by my charming boy, but clearly by his previous roommate Ray using his phone. He was knelt up next to the Christmas tree in a bright red rubber catsuit, his legs held in a strict hogtie with green leather belts, his arms encased in my red and white candy-cane stripe armbinder, weighted nipple-clamps in the shape of baubles clamped to his clearly erect nipples. A faintly glittery white collar was snug around his collar, a red hood tight around his angular face, a green harness gag clamped ontop. He was almost unrecognisable, but I’d know my sweet sub no matter how he was dressed…

And he was probably as hard as rock under all that, I thought, amused, zooming in to check.

“Awwwwh…” I murmured as I noticed the way the tight rubber catsuit picked out the outline of his chastity cage between his legs. “Such a good boy…”

I flicked down as a video appeared under the pictures. The face of my sweet boy filled the screen as the camera got up close and personal to his gagged face.

“Now look super lovey dovey blondy, and try to say Merry Christmas!” Ray’s overexcited voice squeaked through the speakers.

“Meewwwy Chwhhisssmassss!” My slave mumbled, his cheeks touched with scarlet, his big green eyes wide and embarrassed.

Oh so freaking adorable.

I grinned and quickly tapped a response.

Thanks for helping my slave get all dolled up Ray, but I think I need payment for all the fun you’ve had with my property. You’ve got until I get back to get out or hide, or all your butt is belongs to me.

I had just stuck my car into gear when the phone synched to my car and the reply came back through the speaker.

“Game on bitch comma Smileyface kiss kiss.”



I drove calmly down the road that lead to my secluded house, but drove past the normal turning I used for my drive, instead taking the next turn that would take me to the barn that I was always promising myself I’d one day convert into a holiday house for extra money, but never actually got around to. Pulling into the barn, and thus concealing my silver VW, I pulled what looked like a toy gun from the inside of my glovebox. I checked it calmly, then slipped a tin box into my pocket and got out of the car, picking up Ray’s present in its bag as I went.

Ray was an entirely different prospect to my slave. She was shorter than me, but I knew the girl spent time at the gym, and while I was pretty sure that I could take her, there was no way in heck I was risking the tables turning. Keeping the gun ready in my left hand, I carefully picked my way through the wood that surrounded my property, skirting around the house so that I was approaching the conservatory. I checked all the windows. She wouldn’t be expecting me from this side, but all the same, there was a 100 metre stretch of lawn with no cover. If she happened to look out of the window, my stealth operation would go straight out of the window.

Ah well. Hang it.

"And upon this charge, cry, 'God for Harry, England and St. George!'" I muttered to myself and threw myself forwards, madly dashing to the back door.

I slipped a little on the wet grass, but recovered and reached the door unscathed. Now… I took a moment, breathing heavily, then gently opened the door, opening it slowly and smoothly, before sliding in and shutting it soundlessly behind me. I could hear a soft moaning from the ajar door to the living room, but as I shut the door, it went suddenly quiet, as if startled, and then another, low guttural moan followed it.

My eyebrows shot up, and then I pulled the security fob out of my pocket. It had activated. Now, if it had been on charge in the dungeon, it wouldn’t have activated, which meant… a certain some-one had availed himself of use of it. I resisted the urge to say ‘awwwh’ again, and instead satisfied myself with a pleased nod. My re-entering the property with the fob would have swapped his security plug’s settings. It was now in in-home security mode, so my fob had taken over the settings. He would have had 2 warning pulses to let him know that I had re-entered the house, and then it would have started up at the normal low tease setting that was the norm whenever I was in the house.

He knew I was in the house now. Question is, was Ray paying him enough attention to notice his change of mood? Heart quickening, I started to pick my way through the conservatory. Some of the boards in the conservatory creaked. I knew that because I had designed it that way, so, as long as my memory held out, I could avoid them.

Through the glass conservatory door I could see my Christmas Tree, set up in the corner of the living room… and right beside it, facing me, was my sub. I froze, staring at him, trying to work out if he’d seen me, then an evil smile crossed my face. Ray had blindfolded him. Nice touch girl, but bad luck for you. If my boy had seen me, he would have made a noise, but as it was, he was just moaning and squirming, trying to get away from the huge white vibrator wand duct-taped to his thigh, the head just nestling under his balls.

Ray had style, I had to give her that. I cautiously poked my head around the living room door. Ray was sat in an armchair, watching a Christmas movie that she had muted, keeping a careful eye on the drive through the front window, periodically looking back at my helpless boy and smirking to herself. The way she was set up meant that she was sat at an angle to me, mostly with her back to me, so she hadn’t seen me, but from his angle I couldn’t get a clear shot at her.

Hmmm… Time to employ technology to my advantage.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and, grinning to myself, tapped it with my thumb. Ray leapt a foot out of the chair as the doorbell rang. She scrambled out of the chair, hurrying to the window, staring out, trying to look at the porch to see who had rung it… and I made my move.

“Owch!”

Ray reached behind her to feel what had pinched her butt, her fingers closing on the little yellow dart sticking into her Santa Shorts, bright red short shorts with fluffy white trim around the bottom of the legs.

“Leave it,” I commanded coolly. “There’s a good girl.”

She turned to see me, pointing the dartgun at her.

“Dart gun?” She demanded. “Really? You have a dart gun?”

I grinned at her.

“You don’t?” I asked mock-innocently.

She pulled a face at me, then gripped onto the back of the arm chair as her knees gave out. She collapsed gracefully to the floor, all the while giving me a ‘100% done’ expression. I blew her a kiss as she sprawled on the floor, then set her present on the coffee table, setting the dart-gun down with it.

I knelt down next to my slave and dialled down the vibration on the wand, making him moan softly, bucking his hips at me.

“Such a needy slave,” I murmured softly, tugging on the baubles on his nipples, making him moan again. “Sit quietly for me darling, I just need to make our guest a little more comfortable.”

He groaned softly, nodding slightly, but unable to resist the urge to rub against me. I kissed his forehead gently, admiring the bunch of mistletoe held above his head by the broomstick taped to his back, then got up and cracked my knuckles. Right. Time to play…



Ray gave a low, disgruntled moan as I finished drawing the last curtain in the living room shut. Before I turned back to her though, I took an exaggeratedly long time dimming the lights slightly to improve the ambience, the Christmas tree lights sparkling in the corner. Finally happy, I turned back to admire my second captive.

Ray still had that 100% done expression, but it looked a hell of a lot more amusing now she had a ball gag in the shape and colour of a Christmas pudding, between her plump red lips. Okay, a small Christmas pudding. I smacked her butt playfully, and Ray glared at me, then caught sight of the full-sized mirror that I’d set up right in front of her, and her eyes opened wide. Her jaw would have dropped if it wasn’t about as cranked open as it could be. I stood behind her and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, looking smugly at her reflection.

“Well, I’m glad I got your size right,” I remarked lightly.

Ray was in a latex elf-suit. A bright green latex dress enclosed her from the sweetheart neckline that just covered her cleavage to just above mid-thigh, skin-tight and clinging to every inch of her. Layers of red and green petticoats jutted out from her waist, giving her an adorable little flared skirt, bells on the trim of the top skirt jingling as she moved. A bright red corset was clamped around her middle, laced tight and pushing her pert little breasts up, displaying them in the tight little dress.

Stripy red and white latex stockings slid up her legs, stopping just before where her skirt started, revealing a tantalising stripe of pale flesh. Underneath these were bright red latex ballet-boots, forcing her up onto pointe, forcing her to stand up straight, pressing her breasts out more.

Ray tried to tug her hands, in red latex opera gloves, free, but she was trapped. I’d brought my collapsible stocks into the living room, and she was clamped into it. Instead of being bent over in them, she was stood upright, the flat board edge on to me so that her hands were trapped at the level of her neck, wiggling helplessly by her ears. A matching block of wood was clamped around her ankles, holding them about a pace apart. Both of these were attached to a metal bar on a sturdy metal base, meaning that she was going precisely nowhere.

I jingled the bell on the end of her hat. The long droopy elf hat with its little golden bell really did cap off the whole outfit, I thought brightly, perched on her brunette curls.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry for opening your present for you, and a day early, but I couldn’t wait to see you in it,” I fake apologised, smirking the whole time. “Admit it though, I am the Queen of Christmas presents, aren’t I?”

Ray nodded, or at least tried to, as much as the wood and leather stocks would allow. I stepped infront of her, blocking her line of sight towards the mirror, my eyes locking with hers.

“Now, I’m only going to say this once, and will deny that I said it if you ever bring it up again,” I told her calmly. “But thank you. Thank you for helping him give me exactly what I wanted for Christmas.”

I leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips over her Christmas pudding ball-gag, then stepped back.

“Now, I’m going to leave you to enjoy your Christmas present while I go and unwrap mine,” I announced brightly.

Ray almost purred at me, and I blew her a kiss.

“But before I do, I’ve just got a few finishing touches to add…” I continued slyly.

Ray caught my movement in the mirror and tried to shimmy out of the way, but too late… I tucked the wand that had up until now been teasing my slave into the top of one of her stockings, sticking it against her thigh with a bit of star-patterned tape to ensure that the head stayed nestled against her netherregions. Ray was so distracted by this, closing her eyes with a shuddering moan, that my pulling the top of her dress down was a total surprise for her. Her eyes started open as I blew on her nipples, then gently kneaded them with my fingertips… before clipping the weighted baubles onto them.

“Hold these for me, there’s a good girl,” I patted her cheek.

She growled at me, but only playfully. I knelt down next to my sub, removing the mistle-toe broom from his back and then carefully untying his legs from the frog-tie. He gave a soft contented sigh and then a surprised ‘mmmph’ as I pulled his legs straight and buckled one belt around his thigh and the other around his shins. I pulled him to his feet, and then smoothly put him over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift.

I went to leave the room, then hesitated, tapping my heel on the floor. Ray wasn’t my slave, and while she was happy to play the game, leaving her alone wasn’t exactly fair…

I pulled the ballgag out of her mouth and left it hanging around her neck like a necklace, running a finger over her décolletage.

“I’ll just be upstairs, unwrapping my present,” I told her quietly. “If you need me though, or want out, just shout.”

Ray gave me a supremely unconcerned grin, biting her lip at a nice spike of vibration.

“What, and earn myself a spanking? No thank you,” She winked. “I’ll be fine, you go play.”

I smacked her butt again for good measure, then sauntered out of the room, my present over my shoulder. David squirmed slightly against me as I jogged up the stairs, moaning as I upped the vibration from his butt plug now he wasn’t getting any other stimulation. I carried him straight into my bedroom and dumped him on my bed, clambering ontop of him before he could squirm away.

“Jeez,” I purred. “I leave you alone with a girl for one day and you get yourself into this kind of state?”

I unbuckled the harness gag and pulled him up to me by the collar, kissing him savagely, feeling his hips grind against mine, smiling mid-kiss at his whimpers of satisfaction. I pulled away, looking into his chagrined big green eyes.

“Sorry Mistress,” He said.

“No you’re not,” I said with a grin, tapping his nose gently. “Don’t lie to me, I can read you like a book.”

“Okay, I’m not,” He admitted, his eyes darted nervously up to mine.

I kissed him hard again, pressing him into the mattress, pining his squirming form beneath mine, giving him a wicked smile.

“I hope you’ve recovered from this morning slave, because we’re going for a round two,” I warned him with a saucy wink. “But then, we do know that your capacity for orgasm is pretty much limitless, right?”

David moaned beneath me, shaking his head, but his body clearly disagreed. I kicked off my shoes, reaching up to unbutton my jeans, sliding them and my underwear off, before reaching to the pull-away section over his crotch and clicking away his chastity device.

“Awh, I think the gentleman doth protest too much,” I remarked brightly, running my fingers lightly over his rapidly hardening length, before impaling myself upon it with a sigh of satisfaction.

It was nothing like the morning’s sex, which had been slow and gently and tender. This was all shades of wild and furious, but god it was fun. I rolled off him, both of us fully satisfied and grinning like idiots. After a moment to catch my breath, I turned my head to look back at him, then leant over, kissing his nose gently.

“Merry Christmas David,” I murmured softly. “Thank you.”

David, in pure David style, blushed brilliant scarlet.

“Merry Christmas Mistress Eliza,” David paused, blushing still brighter. “Uh… Mistress?”

“Yes?” I asked, amused by the tone.

“I know this might sound a little weird, but…” He bit his lip. “Could we… you know… could I stay your present? Just for this evening? I know we’ve got friends and everything coming over tomorrow, but… just for tonight?”

I looked at him, surprised, then smiled.

“Even though we’ve got Ray over?” I asked. “I thought you wanted me to be normal around her? Well. Normalish.”

“I think Ray’s idea of normal is a bit closer to our idea of normal than I thought, Mistress.”

I tilted my head, thinking about it.

“As long as she’s got no problems with it,” I said cheerily, bouncing up and getting dressed again. “She seems to like her present though.”

“Her present?” David asked uncertainly, sitting up slightly.

“You’ll see.”

I unbuckled the belts around his legs and quickly cleaned him up with a tissue before pausing, my evil mind working.

“Okay, if we’re going to do properly wrapped present,” I said slowly. “As I’m going to be all busy slaving over a hot stove for our friends tomorrow, then you’re going to stay in chastity until they’re all gone on Boxing day. Deal?”

David looked a little doubtful… then squirmed in his rubber catsuit. I could imagine the argument going on his head. An evening of latex bondage snuggles over 2 days frustration… It was kind of cute that I knew what would win before he did. He slowly nodded.

“Deal.”

“Awesome.”

I clicked the cage tightly back into place and dropped the key inside the security fob and flicking it to 48 hours. David moaned slightly despite himself and I grinned, tucking his caged dick away and smoothing the latex over it.

“Regretting it?” I demanded playfully. “You should be, I’m going to be playing with your security plug all the way through grace tomorrow.”

I laughed at the horrified expression on his face.

“Kidding. But it would be hilarious,” I picked up his harness gag. “Open.”

Still looking grumpy, he obediently opened his mouth for me and I slid the gag inside, buckling it securely into place. Clipping a lead to the ring on his collar, the green belts still in one hand, I lead him back into the lounge. David stopped in surprise when he saw Rachel in her outfit, eyes almost bulging.

“She looks stunning, doesn’t she?” I asked him with a grin, flicking the clasps undone on the stocks. “Okay Ray, go sort yourself out.”

The speed at which she fled the room was something else. I laughed, plumping down on the sofa and patting the cushion beside me. David gingerly lowered himself down, moaning as the plug moved inside him, then moaning again as I belted his legs back together tightly. Reaching for the remote, I started flicking through the channels, pulling him onto my lap so I could stroke his head as I did.

I had just found a suitable Christmas film when Rachel reappeared, flushed in the face, but grinning broadly and still in her elf-outfit, ballgag around her neck, but she had removed the baubles and pulled her dress back up to cover her boobs.

“David’s requested that he gets to remain as a present for the rest of Christmas Eve,” I explained. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Ray said brightly, then paused. “Yes, actually, I do. How come he gets all the fun?”

I raised my eyebrows and David gave a slight ‘mmmph?’ of surprise. Ray gave me a long look.

“I’m a sucker for rope, but I’m useless at it,” She said seriously. “I don’t suppose you’d oblige?”

I blinked.

“And here I was about to say that you could get changed out of the outfit if you wanted,” I remarked. “Sure. The more subs the merrier, I suppose.”

“Yippeeeeeeee!”

“Ooof!” I was almost knocked onto David at the violence of her hug. “You’re welcome. Go and pick the rope you want. You know where the dungeon is, right?”

“You bet!”

Twirling in her excitement, Rachel ran out of the room, whooping. I shook my head, marvelling on how the girl managed to stay upright on her impossibly tall heels, grinning to myself and stroking a hand down David’s chest. David gave a blissful grin, struggling contentedly in his latex cocoon.

Ray reappeared minutes later with a hank of sparkly green cotton rope. I got up and measured the rope between my hands thoughtfully.

“I think Ray’s even more insane than you Slave,” I remarked conversationally to David, then looked between the two of them. “Am I sensing a new Christmas tradition, hmmm?”

David opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes wrapt with attention and Ray grinned broadly.

“I’m game if you are,” Rachel remarked, grinning as I started lashing her legs together, one hand on my back to help her keep her balance. “Sounds like the perfect tradition to me.”

I grinned, wrapping her chest in an intricate shibari harness, feeling her gasp as I tugged the knots tightly, then pulled her arms behind her, sealing them away, before carefully lowering her onto the sofa so that I could pull her into a hogtie.

“Oh dear, how will Santa finish delivering his presents without his elf to help?” I demanded with a grin, knotting everything down and checking the knots.

“He’ll manage,” Ray said, tugging at the ropes automatically, fingers fidgetting with the knots.

“Ah well, it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m on the naughty list anyway,” I finished testing the ropes and then looked at Ray. “Comfy?”

Rachel tested the ropes, then gave a satisfied nod.

“Yep, very actually.”

“Good,” I pulled the ballgag from around her neck and held it to her lips. “Open. Good girl.”

Ray opened her mouth obligingly and I buckled it off, before sitting down on the sofa between them, pulling David back onto my lap. Well. It was certainly a tradition I could live with, I thought, sitting watching mindless Christmas movies with 2 squirming subs, periodically testing their gags. I grinned. I’d always been a bit scroogish about Christmas, but maybe the songs were right. It was the most wonderful time of the year.