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MERRY CHRISTMAS
(MF/F, Slavery, BDSM)
Cindy Silver Eyes
Inspired by
and largely a remake of a fantastic story by Hawk_Fann & Sbbe, “The
Present”, featuring long parts that are directly taken from it. I just had to adopt it... If authors contact me, I will make necessary
changes or remove the story. Otherwise,
consider it a small tribute...
The
original story:
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/chapter.php?storyid=4808&chapterid=17962
My site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
“So, this
is her, huh...?” Charles said, examining the picture... It was a
half-naked girl, wearing only a pair of kinky little panties, her large breasts
bare. She looked young and gorgeous.
“That is
her...” the other man noted, apprehensively. “She’s gorgeous you gotta
admit...” he noted, adding “just a junior in University, 21 years old...”
“It’s nice
to be young and fresh” Charles admitted without further comment. “And you
won’t feel bad about losing her..?”
“I do have
obligations to you..”
“Well, this
is hell of a way to settle your gambling debt to me, Michael...” Charles
allowed. “Which is, to be exact, $540,000... excluding any interest...”
Michael
swallowed. He’d been in debt for close to a year now, and he got the feeling
that the interest would be paid rather painfully unless he got square very
soon... Charles Keane was just a high-level business executive, but he
was tough as nails and had a mean streak. And the illegal gambling club
they’d met in Brooklyn had a policy of guaranteeing that debts were
enforced... Anything less would be bad for business.
“She’ll be
worth it...” he said.
“What’s her
name?”
“Cindy...”
“And she’s
your slave...?”
“Yes...”
“Yes.. as in what?
What do you do together?”
“Well.. she calls me Master when we’re playing in
private... She loves to be tied up. She likes to be spanked... lightly, she’s no
fan of pain. Aahm... we visited the bondage clubs many times. She as the slave, me as the Master of
course...! I mean she doesn’t come out
in the open with it, but she does love being dominated, I can assure
you... I’ve done all the conditioning I
can on her too – I am a psych professor after all…”
Charles
chuckled. “This is all a far cry from what we’re talking about here, no?”
“I suppose
Charles... but I will take care of everything. You won’t need to
worry about a thing... Fat Pete will help me with it”.
Charles
raised an eye-brow – Fat Pete was a small-time henchman and the security guard
at the gambling club. He was not exactly bright, but Charles figured he’d
know his way around when it came to illegal stuff.
“What’s in
it for him?”
“Well,
he’ll be getting my Rolex and the keys to my car... It’s a Range
Rover. And he won’t have to be breaking my legs later on. He’s
known me for years, you know...”
“Well,
touching...” Charles seemed to ponder. “I have to say, Michael, you’re
one class act: You first seduce your student into a kinky relationship,
then lose half a million bucks in gambling, and you end up selling her into
slavery of strangers, with the help of a mobster... A true class act...”
Michael
swallowed but ignored the insult.
“We will
deliver her just as you asked... I will be seeing her in my apartment in couple
days, and I will explain the new arrangement to her... She won’t like having a new Master, I guess
she won’t like it – but once she passes out, it should be easy to...”
“Spare me
the details” Charles cut the other man off. “Just make sure she knows
what the deal is by the time she arrives – she’ll be a pain in the ass at first
anyway, I want her prepped at least...”
“Absolutely...”
the psychology professor nodded. “Consider it done..”
“And you
know she has to arrive on Christmas day”.
“Yes,
indeed...”
Charles
smiled at last..
“She’ll be
the perfect Christmas present for my wife...”
*****
Charles led
Liz down the stairs – it was Christmas morning, and she was excited about the
presents as always.
“So did you
get me the SLK honey?” she chuckled, only half-joking… “because I did get
you that new hunting rifle you wanted..”
“Well, I
got you something better… At least, I’d like to think so…”. Charles looked at his wife almost with envy –
he could swear she looked almost like the twin sister of Elizabeth Hurley. And she was deserving of the best things in
life, didn’t she?
“What is
it…” Liz began to ask, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she saw the
sight in the living room.
There she
was, in the middle of the room just as Charles had her placed. Fully
nude, tied to a heavy oak kitchen chair, arms behind her, legs pulled back, so
that her feet were off the floor and her ankles were tied to the chair's rear
legs; a bright red ball gag in her mouth and a matching ribbon sash wrapped
around her neck, with the bow coming down between her firm breasts. About
the only thing Cindy could move was her head, and she jerked it up in renewed
terror when she saw them come down the stairs.
Liz's jaw dropped,
and she slowly brought a hand to her mouth. She turned to Charles, her
eyes wide with surprise. "Oh...my...God," she said, taking a
step closer. She looked back at her husband, trying to form words - she
didn't even know what to ask!
"Do
you like her?" Charles asked, as if the bound woman in the living room was
a new puppy.
Liz
giggled. "What's going on? Who is this?"
Cindy was
watching them both carefully, moving her head from Charles to Liz as they
spoke.
"She's
your present...!"
"My
what? Who is she?" Liz took another step closer, then another, until
she was standing over Cindy, who moved her head away from her as best she
could. Liz squatted down and looked her in the eyes. "Is she a
prostitute or something?"
"Baby,
do you think I'd bring a prostitute into the house for you? You know me
better than that." Charles objected.
"Well
then who is she?"
"She
is our slave."
"Our
what?" Liz giggled.
"Our
slave. I bought her, for you. For us."
"You
bought her?"
“Well,
technically, it was a barter… Her previous Master had a sizeable gambling
debt to me that he had to close… As you can see, he offered her as the
full payment. He arranged the delivery and various other formalities as
well… ”
Liz looked
at Charles with an awe…
"I
thought it was the perfect solution to our little dilemma" Charles further
explained with a grin. Both Liz and he had enjoyed BDSM. Problem
was, both enjoyed the dominant role. While they had tried to accommodate each
other on occasion with some bondage and role-playing, it was never quite
satisfactory.
"But
how…?” Liz still questioned.
"Sssshhhh,"
Charles said. "None of that matters. She is here now and she
is ours and that is all that matters."
"She
has a fantastic body," Liz said.
"You
can touch her, she can't bite, not with that gag in her mouth, anyway."
Liz reached
out and took Cindy's right breast in her hand.
"Mmmmmmpppphhh"
Cindy cried, tried to say something through the gag, rocking against her bonds.
Liz jerked
her hand back, surprised, then blushed. "I don't think she likes
that."
"What
she likes doesn't matter, baby. You’re the boss of her now."
Liz frowned
and furrowed her brow: "That's right, I'm the boss of you" she
said to Cindy. She reached out and took the young woman’s breast in her
hand again, and this time Liz did not let go when she began bucking and making
noises through the gag. Liz giggled and turned back to Charles.
"I don't think she likes her titties being touched. Shame too,
they're such nice titties."
"She'll
get over it," Charles said. "That's what these are for."
Liz
had been so excited by the bound slave girl that she hadn't even noticed all of
the packages under the tree. "You got me even more presents!"
she giggled. "Are these all for me?"
"Well,
I plan to use a few of them myself. Open this one first...” Charles
smiled, handing her a long, thin package wrapped in red foil paper. She
ripped off the wrapping and tore open the box and held up the sleek black crop.
"Weeeeeeee!"
she said, swishing it through the air. Cindy's eyes widened in alarm.
"Hah!"
Liz, said, pointing the tip of the crop at the terrified young woman.
"You better be on your best behavior, girl." She whistled it
through the air again, seeing how close she could come to Cindy without hitting
her, giggling all the while. Tiring of this, she dropped the crop to the
floor and clapped her hands…
"What
else? What's this?" she said, picking up a smaller package and ripping
off the paper. It looked like a jewellery case for earrings, only a bit
bigger. Charles smiled as she opened it and looked at the silver items inside
with a questioning expression.
"Nipple
clamps," Charles explained. "Let me show you…" He took one out
and bent over the slave and took her left breast in his hand, rolling the
nipple until it got hard. He fastened the clip to the nub and then turned
the screw to tighten it into place. Cindy winced and groaned through the
gag, then tried to shake it free – to no avail…
"Let
me try," Liz giggled, taking her other nipple and putting the clamp in
place. "Like this?" she said, turning the screw. Charles
figured she must have given it one more turn than he did because Cindy reared
her head back and groaned even louder. She began shaking her head
no-no-no and there were tears in her eyes.
"Open
something else." Charles said.
"Yay,"
Liz said, and opened another package, this one containing a long
bullwhip. "Woohhhh," she said, "this must be for when
she's really bad."
"No.
This one is…" her husband said, handing her another. Liz tore it open and
held up the long metal rod. "Cattle prod" Charles explained.
"You
mean -"
"Yep,
it's charged. Just turn it on and - HEY, be careful, don't touch the
business end of that thing."
Liz
giggled, holding the thing in front of Cindy, who's eyes had gotten very
wide. She had gone perfectly still. “This seems to have her
attention...!”
"That
it does..."
"What
else, what else..." Liz said, diving under the tree. She began
tearing package after package open. A cane. A flogger. Arm
binders. Cuffs. An assortment of blindfolds and gags. She
knew what some of them were; others Charles had to explain.
Through it
all Cindy sat there, whimpering through her gag, her face flushed with fear and
humiliation. She was helpless as her tormentors revealed one tool of
subjugation after another, all to be used on her for their amusement and for
her to learn her place as nothing more than a plaything for them.
"I
can't believe how much stuff you got..." Liz told her husband.
"We're
going to need it." Charles said. "We have to train her
ourselves."
"Train
her, you mean to do like tricks?" Liz giggled.
"No
sweetie, train her to be our slave. She is not here willingly, not
entirely. I'm saying we have to train her to be obedient, to follow our
every command…" Charles said, handing Liz the last wrapped package.
Liz tore it open and took out the black leather collar.
"Pretty"
she said, running her finger over it. She stood up and placed it around
Cindy's neck above the red sash and fastened the buckle in the back.
"There you go, girl. Now we're all set."
Cindy hung
her head, the tears dripping from her eyes onto her lap as she wept through the
gag.
Liz turned
to me. "Hey, what's her name?"
"Whatever
we want it to be…" Charles replied.
"What
was it?"
“Never mind
what it was… She’s not the same woman before; she’s a mere slave…
She is ours now, so we get to name her, same as if we’d gotten a new pet…”
"Hmmm"
Liz said, putting a finger under the slave's chin and lifting her head so she
could take a good look at her tear-stained face. "Now what should we
call you?...”
"There's
time to decide that" Charles said. "Now do you want to see the
other part of your surprise?"
"What
do you mean?"
"Well,
our slave has to have a place to live." Liz looked at Charles, a
grin spreading on her lips. Charles nodded towards the basement
door. "You see, there were a few workers making some modifications
to our basement yesterday. Want to go peek?"
"Oh
you bad, bad, boy," Liz said, throwing her arms around his neck and
raising up on her tippy-toes to kiss Charles. "What have you
done?"
"Let's
go see."
"Can
we take her with us" she said, looking back over her shoulder at the new
slave.
"Baby,
when it comes to her, you can do anything you want" Charles replied with a
smile.
As soon as
they untied Cindy, the young woman hands shot to her nipples and she tried to
remove the clips. “Charles” Liz whined, pulling her arms away.
Cindy tried
to get up and run but her legs just wouldn’t function – she’d been sitting in
that twisted position for hours... The pain of the blood flow returning to her
arms and legs caused her to crumble off the chair as soon as she leaned
forward.
“Charles”
Liz yelled as she reached down, but Charles was already prepared: Heavy
leather sleeves encased Cindy’s arms with some effort.
Yet Cindy
continued to struggle, wanting to get away.
“She’s
being a little pain Charles” Liz whined in an annoyed voice.
“I
told you we have to train her…”
“She should
be nicer, she almost knocked me over...!”
Charles
calmly pressed Cindy down on the floor. “Liz, honey, show her who’s the
Mistress dear…”
“Oh
Charles, really” Liz asked excitedly. Cindy felt the woman get off her,
but Charles was more than enough to keep her pinned down on the floor.
Cindy realized the woman was going for the crop with dread.
There was a
loud swoosh as a burn exploded across her thighs.
“Weeeee, oh
Charles, watch her wiggle. Hold her still.”
Cindy
screamed into the gag as the woman whipped her again in the same spot. “Oops,
Charles look at that. I think I made her bleed just a little.”
“That will
do Liz” Charles said, chuckling.
“But she
doesn’t know I’m the Mistress yet, look at her fight.”
“Ask her
Liz, ask her if she knows.”
Liz kneeled
and got her face next to Cindy’s. “Do you know I’m your mistress?”
Cindy tried
to answer; she couldn’t say much through the gag but her pain and fear were
obvious. “She sounds like a little kitty.” Liz laughed in her face,
then pursed her lips in mock seriousness. “Be still little Kitty or your
mistress is going to spank you again.” Cindy forced herself to be still and beg
behind the cruel gag.
“Oh
Charles,” she reached out and stroked her cheek around the gag. “She does, she
knows.” The whip dropped from her fingers, the handle landing with a thud not
an inch from Cindy’s nose - she whimpered again.
“Kitty,
she’s kitty. I can name her Kitty, can’t I?”
“Sure
Liz, you can name her Kitty” replied Charles with a chuckle…
“Now, let’s
take her down to the basement…”
*****
Liz parked
her car, and walked into the house giddy with anticipation as always – it was
just so much fun to have a sex slave to play with when you got home after a
boring day … Charles would soon arrive, too, and she had maybe an hour
with the slave all to herself; while she enjoyed using the slave together with
her beloved husband, it was great having her all to herself, too… She
poured herself a glass of Chardonnay and made her way down the basement after
unlocking the heavy steel door.
As soon as
Liz opened the door and started descending down the stairs, the fully nude
young woman in the basement-turned-dungeon assumed her greeting position:
crouched on her heels, legs spread wide, and hands behind her neck; completely
open for the use of her owners…
“Welcome
Home Mistress… Please fuck me” she whined, as she’d been taught.
Liz
smiled: None of that early rebelliousness was to be found anymore…
“Not yet
slut…” she replied sternly, feeling mean... “First clean my
boots..”
The girl
immediately crawled over to Liz and began licking her boots clean, amusing her
Mistress with her pathetic servility.
Liz grinned
- it was just so much fun to watch the slave grovel at her feet like
this... But she’d dreamt about getting herself off all day, so she put a stop
to it, making her way towards the wall – the wall which housed all their toys…
She stepped
out of her trousers and picked up a huge black strap-on dildo with studs,
fastening it tight – she loved using the large variety of strap-ons they owned,
almost as much the girl hated them.
“Alright
Kitty…” she commanded the young blonde… “Time to suck cock…”.
“Yes, slave
– suck, suck, suck…” Liz commanded the younger woman as she took the impossibly
huge rubber penis in her mouth. “Suck, if you know what’s good for
you…” It was a particularly expensive model, stimulating Liz as her slave
sucked on it. She’d also grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, which she planned to
use while she was fucking her slave to make sure she’d be bucking like her ass
was on fire…
*****
By the time
Charles walked into the basement, Kitty was down on her knees again, eating
Liz, who was smoking a cigarette with a happy grin on her face – he imagined
she’d been at it for a good hour, and his hard-on only grew tighter.
He was in a
mood to get a good blow-job himself - Liz had always been willing to offer
pretty decent oral sex, but nothing like a 21-year who performed under threat
of performance reviews and punishment…
This had
been one hell of a Christmas present, that was for sure.
“Well, how
about I borrow Kitty darling?” he asked with a grin.
“Well, why,
certainly” Liz giggled, pushing the girl away. “You know I love to
watch! Atta girl – off to your Master now…”
Soon, Kitty
was crawling towards Charles, knowing she must unzip him with her teeth and
give one hell of a blow-job to avoid punishment…
And for
Kitty, the most dreadful thing was, as much as she hated it, she was wet as a
water fountain…
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