You sit quietly and listen while I hum and rattle in the kitchen. Finally returning, I press a heavy mug of Hot Buttered rum into your hand and tell you I will be right back with your Christmas present. Leaning your head back into the cushions you take a sip of the drink and feel it flow through your veins like warm liquid fire. Looking around you take in the details of my home. Family pictures clutter the table tops and shelves, books are everywhere and interspersed with them are treasures I have collected from various special moments of my life. A comfortable home, speaking of the domesticity of a proper woman, not the wildness that you know runs through my veins. Since I seem to be taking a while you assume I still have to wrap your gift and so, closing your eyes and doze a bit, the soft sounds of classic instrumental Christmas carols drifting through the room, lulling you into a light slumber. Suddenly the silvery jingle of bells breaks through your consciousness and you open your eyes to see me standing before you. I am wrapped only in wide red velvet ribbon, a large fluffy bow strategically placed across my shaved pussy. Draped around my neck and hanging between my breasts are the pearls you gave me. I smile and ask if you are ready to open your "gift". The sight of my body all wrapped and bound for your pleasure causes your cock to rise and grow hard.

Beckoning me to come, you pull me down to your lap and begin to pick at the knots, rubbing your fingers lightly over first skin, then velvet, then skin again. I can feel your rod, pressed firmly against the smoothness of my naked ass cheeks throbbing and twitching in your jeans. Wiggling against the stiffness that fills your crotch, I snuggle in tighter. Your fingers find the bow the lays against my bare cunt and the idea that you are the one that shaved that sweet area makes you slightly possessive, bringing a slight smile into play about your mouth as you remember the giving of your presents earlier. I also feel tender and touched, fragile and vulnerable. I have allowed you to do to me as no other man has. I have given trust and received care and love in return. This is a frightening feeling, yet one that is somehow right. The ribbon is unbound and now only the pearls remain. Slipping off your lap, I slide to the floor and on my knees, reach for your jeans to free the raging hard-on hidden within. As the zipper of the jeans slowly slides down, your cock springs free and I gasp at the hardness. Leaning over slowly, I playfully flick my tongue against the head of this wondrous rod, licking the first few drops of cum that appears at the tip. I love to taste you, the flavor of your cock in my mouth is the stuff dreams are made of and I sometimes awaken in the middle of the night, still tasting you. I begin to tug at your jeans, pulling them first over your hips, then across your buttocks, finally down your long legs to your feet. Free at last, I toss them to one side and they disappear among the clutter. Rising to my knees, I reach out and pull your shirt over your head. As my heavy breasts brush your chest, my nipples respond to the sensation of skin touching skin and harden and ache. You reach out and stroke the nipples, first one and then the other, your fingers gently pinching them sends thrills of electricity straight to my cunt. My pussy is flowing and wet and I can't wait to feel you enter me.

I pull you onto the floor with me and gently forcing you down beneath me, reach for the ribbon and begin to wrap it around your left wrist, then around your right wrist. I tie soft velvet knots and you can't touch me now. There is another length for your ankles. I have a nicely wrapped man under my Christmas tree. It seems Santa has truly cum for me. Now that I have you where I want you, I sit back to enjoy you. Gently I run the pearls between my lips, licking and sucking each one, wrapping my tongue around their cool smoothness. I drop them back between my breasts and run my hand across the firmness of each globe, pinching my nipples. I roll each around between my thumb and forefinger. Are you watching, love? Sliding my hands lower, I stroke my belly lightly, then spreading my legs ever so slightly, slip first one then two fingers into my cunt. You can see the moisture forming at the lips of my silky shaved vagina. My clit, hard and throbbing, peeks from between the folds. Do you remember the feel of it in your mouth, darlin'? Do you remember the tangy taste of my love juices? Does the thought and the sight make you want more?  Laying back on one elbow, I close my eyes and moaning softly begin to rotate my hips against my hand. Gasps of desire escape my slightly parted lips, and my breath comes faster as I get closer to orgasm. All the while you are compelled to watch with no way to participate, no way to respond, except for the exquisite hardness that stands tall and proud between your legs. After a while I slow my stroking and opening my eyes, smile at you and your "bound" and determined look. Slipping my fingers from my honey pot, I slowly bring them under your nose, letting you smell the sex, then I deliberately lick them, tasting my taste, tasting what you taste. Then crawling over you, I rake my red nails across your skin, dragging them down across your hard stomach, up your stiff cock, and down again to your tight balls. You struggle a little, but not much, the pleasure is too great. Rolling you over on your belly, I begin to lick every last inch of your back, lightly over your shoulder blades, down the middle of your back along your spine, all the way to the tip of your spine. Gently spreading the cheeks of your firm ass, I bend my head down and firmly run my tongue up the crack of your ass, pausing to explore your tight hole. With a low groan, you  try to aid my access. I hear a gasp of yes from your throat and a quick inhalation of a breath. My warm wet kisses being placed against your ass bring you to the brink of orgasm. But not yet, my love, not yet!

Now that you are well lubricated, I slip my pearls from around my neck and gently begin to insert them one at a time in your ass. Only a few, just 5 or 6. The smooth coolness against your ass, sliding in where my hot tongue had just been causes you to groan loudly. Your pleasure is music to my ears and I almost come myself hearing your response. Then rolling you to your back again, I reach down and engulfing your swollen member completely in my mouth and  begin to stroke and suck you. My mouth plays across your cock lapping with my tongue, inhaling cool air between your dick and my mouth, swallowing you whole, then focusing only on the head, then again taking you into my throat. My nails are running across your swollen balls sending spasms of delight through your body. Yet you are still tied, my Christmas slave. Finally I sense you are coming and there is no holding back, so deeply, deeply I suck beginning to draw your hot load from your balls, making your toes curl. With a loud gasp of pleasure your shoot your hot load in my mouth. Swiftly I draw the pearls from your ass. With each pulse, I pull another pearl. The feeling is intense, and your body shudders and shakes with pleasure, submitting to the waves of desire, submitting to my needs, submitting to a total orgasm that racks you from head to toe. My own orgasm triggered by the sight of your pleasure breaks upon me and I crawl up and wrap my thighs around your face and lower my silky smooth pussy to your face to allow you to lap my juices hungrily from my cunt as they flow forth. Exhausted, I reach out and slip your bonds from your wrists and ankles and curling happily next to your warm body, snuggle in for a long winter's nap.
 
 
 
 
 

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