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While this story borrows the name and physical appearance of real
persons, it is very much fiction. It does not describe events that has
in any form or shape taken place anywhere outside the writer's
imagination.

This story can also be found on http://www.livejournal.com/users/auzy/

   And then there was, of course, Christmas. The season during which
   floods of money flow into the coffers of the already rich and the
   currently dominant religion is shown for the empty shell it is. I've
   never really liked Christmas. Sure, these days I was one of the rich
   bastards who got richer from all the little meme-drones vacuously
   obeying the onslaught of adverts, but somehow that just made me feel
   more depressed by the whole thing.
   So of course I turned to my two pretty slaves. To spread the misery
   around a little bit.

   We were all in my mansion outside the city, in the ground floor living
   room. It's a big room, with many windows and large french doors leading
   out to the back porch and on to the pool area and the garden. I was
   sitting in a couch, idly surfing the web on my portable. They were both
   in another couch, watching something stupid on TV. Tiffani was wearing
   a plain white blouse, a knee-length skirt and a pair of not very
   high-heeled pumps. She looked very demure. Alyssa, in contrast, had put
   on tight black jeans, an equally figure-hugging black t-shirt with
   "SLUT" printed on it in pink and went barefoot.
   Neither of them had any underwear on, since I didn't let them.
   "Tiffani," I said, "do you want to give or receive?"
   She looked away from the TV towards me.
   "What?" she said.
   "I want a bit of Christmas fun," I said. "And I want to know if you
   want to be giving or receiving."
   She sighed. "I'm not really going to like either, am I?"
   "I don't pay you to like it."
   "I'll receive, then."
   "Good. There's a box of stuff next to the kitchen entrance. Get it
   here."
   She got up from the couch and left the room.
   "That leaves the giving for me, huh?" Alyssa said.
   "Sure does," I said.
   "Will I like it?"
   "That remains to be seen."

   Tiffani put the box down on the table next to me.
   "What now?" she said.
   "Now you two get naked, of course," I said. "What did you expect?"
   "Of course," she said. "What was I thinking?"
   "And turn off the TV," I added.
   While they did as I'd asked, I opened the box and checked that
   everything I'd ordered seemed to be there. Which it did. That's why you
   pay the inflated prices, I guess. To be sure that they don't fuck up.
   I took out a pair of thigh-high seriously high-heeled shiny red leather
   boots.
   "Here," I said, handing them to Alyssa. "Put these on."
   After them came a pair of brown boots, knee-high hand with strangely
   shaped soles. They were wide and rounded towards the toe and there were
   no heels at all, leaving the rear part of the wearer's feet almost
   unsupported. I have them to Tiffani.
   "What the Hell are these?" she said.
   I took a red clown nose with a little built-in light, a headpiece with
   a pair of antlers on it and a Santa hat from the box.
   "They're hooves," I said. I gave the nose and the antlers to Tiffani,
   and the hat to Alyssa. "You're going to be Rudolph and Santa Claus."
   They both stared at me, and then Alyssa began to laugh.
   "And what are Santa and Rudolph going to be doing this Christmas day?"
   she asked.
   I dipped into the box again and brought out a brilliant red strap-on
   dildo, complete with harness.
   "A big fat guy sneaking about in children's bedrooms?" I said as I
   handed it to Alyssa. "That's so not normal. I'm sure he does all sorts
   of other kinky stuff."

   I waited and watched while they put on the stuff I'd given them. The
   boots fit snugly, and required much wriggling about enticingly before
   they got into place.
   Alyssa looked like something from a Christmas-theme porn movie, with
   the red boots, the Santa hat and the plastic phallus jutting from her
   hip. Tiffani, on the other hand, looked just plain ridiculous. The
   hooves, glowing red nose and horns made it quite obvious who she was
   supposed to be, and the overall effect was absolutely hilarious.
   "And now she fucks me, I suppose," Tiffani said.
   "No, you'll have to be patient a little while longer," I said. "We
   still have to do the decorations."
   She frowned. "Decorations?"
   "Of course," I said. "What would Christmas be without holly and
   mistletoe and bells and shit?"
   I took a handful of small items from the box.
   "Now, where to put what..." I said, looking appraisingly at the girls.
   "I think Tiffani's nipples should have bells," I said. "Why don't you
   get them hard for me, Alyssa?"
   "Love to," she said.
   She stepped up close behind Tiffani. Since Tiffani's hoof boots were
   quite high, Santa's plastic penis ended up sticking out between
   Tiffani's thighs, which looked kind of weird. Alyssa reach around
   Tiffani and started to forcefully massage her large breasts.
   "Um, are you sure that's going to work?" I said, because my by know
   quite extensive experience with Tiffani's boobs told me that it
   wouldn't. At least not nearly as soon as I wanted to.
   "No," she said. "I just like doing this."
   I sighed. She changed her grip and started rolling Tiffani's nipples
   between her fingertips instead of massaging as much of the breasts as
   she could get her hands around.
   "All right," I said. "Change of plans. Tiffani, do your own nipples.
   Alyssa, put your hand on your back."
   From the box I took a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a short piece of
   sturdy chain. I'd ordered it in case Tiffani would get protesty, but
   they came in just as handy for Alyssa. I walked around behind her and
   put them on, making sure that she couldn't work herself free or do
   anything much with her hands.
   "I think," I said, "that Santa here needs to be shown that not
   following instructions actually has a cost. So this may be a bit more
   fun for Rudolph than was originally intended."
   "I just played around a little!" Alyssa protested.
   "Well, I'm tired of you doing that when I tell you to do something," I
   said. "So now I'm playing around a little. Just shut up and take it or
   I'll gag you."
   A barely stifled giggle came from Tiffani.
   "I'm done now, master," she said.
   "Good," I said. I took a two bells fastened to nipple clamps from the
   box and stood in front of her. I ran my hand over one of her breasts,
   relishing the feel of it. I could easily understand why Alyssa was so
   eager to fondle them, but that didn't make it any better.
   "Tell me when it hurts," I said. I put the jaws of the clamps around
   her right nipple and slowly turned the screw to close them.
   "Now, master," she said after a while.
   "All right," I said and stopped tightening it. I made the bell jingle a
   couple of times to make sure that it would stay were it was, and then
   fastened the second one in the same manner. I stepped back and looked
   at the result. She looked very nice, if a bit silly, with the boots and
   the bells and the nose and the antlers. Very Christmasy.
   "Very nice," I said. "Since Alyssa can't use her hands right now, would
   you get her nipples stiff for her?"
   She nodded, somewhat awkwardly turned around on her hooves and got to
   work. I dug out three more nipple clamps. Two of them had bells on just
   like Tiffani's, and the last one a small sprid of mistletoe. All three
   had long, fine chains attached to them.
   "All done, master," Tiffani said.
   I handed her the bell-adorned clamps.
   "Would you like to put them on?" I asked.
   She smiled evilly. "Oh yes," she said.
   She took the first one, put it in its place and tightened it. Hard, to
   judge from the whimper that soon started coming from Alyssa.
   "Remember, if you talk you'll be gagged," I said.
   Tiffani put on the second bell. Alyssa closed her eyes and bit her lip,
   obviously trying hard to stay silent.
   "There," Tiffani said. "All done."
   "Good," I said. "Now, take the chains and if she says a word you pull
   on them as hard as you like."
   Alyssa's eye's went wide open, and the way she looked at me spoke more
   clearly than words about how she liked that idea.
   "In that case, master," Tiffani said, "maybe I should tighten the
   clamps on her a little more. So they don't accidentally come off when I
   pull."
   "A wise suggestion," I said. "Go right ahead."
   With a cruel smile, she did as she'd suggested. As she turned the
   screws ever tighter, Alyssa's face twitched and her eyes teared up from
   the pain. But she kept her silence.
   "There," Tiffani said. "That should do it." She took the dangling
   chains firmly in hand.
   I knelt in front of Alyssa, mistletoe-decorated and chain-adorned clamp
   in hand.
   "Spread your legs," I said.
   When she didn't obey at once, I looked up at her. She was looking down
   at me, clearly terrified.
   "The longer you wait the more painful it'll be," I said.
   She closed her eyes and spread her legs a little. I pushed the strap-on
   aside with the back of my hand and not-so-gently separated her labia so
   I could get at her clit. Gently, I rubbed around it until it was quite
   engorged, and then I put the mistletoe-clamp on it. I tightened it
   until I could hear the rythm of her breathing change.
   I stood up.
   "Right," I said. "I think we're ready to begin."

   I had them walk over by the windows, since the light was better there.
   And just because I wanted to see them try to walk in their respective
   getups. Tiffani with her hopeless boots, and Alyssa with her hands
   cuffed behind her back and a sprig of mistletoe painfully stuck to her
   clit. They got there eventually, bells ringing all the way.
   "Tiffani, take Alyssa's chains then stand with your back to her and
   bend over. Lean on something if you can't get your balance properly."
   She nodded and did as she was told. At least for the moment, she only
   put her hands on her own knees for support.
   "Fine," I said. "Alyssa, you'll fuck her with the strap-on until she's
   had at least one orgasm and says that she doesn't want any more. If
   she's not fully satisfied with your efforts, she's free to pull on your
   chains as hard as she likes. If a clamp comes off, we'll just stop and
   put it back on harder. If you understand, nod. You still may not talk."
   She nodded.
   "Right, then," I said. "Go ahead. Give me a good show."
   At first, it was a very awkward show. Alyssa had problems maneuvering
   the tip of her plastic penis into the right spot to get it into
   Tiffani, and after many fruitless prods at various parts of Tiffani's
   nether regions, the latter got tired of it and used a hand to guide her
   to the right place.
   Finally, the dildo slid inside Tiffani. It was accompanied by a long,
   delighted sigh from Tiffani and a grimace and a slight groan from
   Alyssa. The strap-on was designed to put pressure on sensitive spots of
   the wearer, which unfortunately for this particular one meant that when
   she pushed inside Tiffani the thing pushed back on the metal clamp
   attached to her clit. Which was apparently not the least bit
   pleasurable.
   They kept fucking, their tit-bells jingling happily. Pretty soon,
   Tiffani grabbed hold of a nearby table to get more leverage to push
   back when Alyssa slid into her. She made generous use of the chains
   leading to Alyssa's nipples and clit, and generally seemed to be having
   a really good time. Which I didn't mind at all, since it gave me a nice
   show.
   After a surprisingly short time, Tiffani started increasing the pace.
   Alyssa's pained grunts became stronger, but she didn't have much option
   but to play along until Tiffani came, screaming and pulling with all
   her strenght on the chains to get Alyssa as close as humanly possible.
   Which made Alyssa scream as well.
   "Are you satisfied?" I asked when Tiffani had finally stopped. She was
   panting heavily and her head hung down between her arms.
   "Yeah," she said. "I'm satisfied."
   "Good," I said. "Take the strap-on rig off Alyssa, then you can take
   off all of your own stuff and get dressed. Alyssa, once you're rid of
   the strap-on, get over here."
   "In the future," I said when she'd approached me, "will you do exactly
   as I say? I mean, I don't really have anything against making your life
   a living hell for the next eleven months and a bit. You can always
   break the contract, if it gets too bad for you."
   She looked down, avoiding eye contact.
   "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I will be obedient in the future."
   "Good," I said. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down a bit,
   letting my cock free to stand straight up into the air.
   "Watching your little show made me quite excited," I said. "Ride me
   well, and you too can get back to normal clothes. Do it less well or
   piss me off, and this room will have a near-naked Alyssa-shaped Santa
   Claus chained to the wall until New Year's Eve. Comprende?"
   She nodded. Without hesitation, she climbed onto the couch and
   straddled me. She lowered herself onto my hard-on. I leaned back and
   closed my eyes. She could be very good, when she wanted to.
   The bells on her breasts jingled happily as she rode me towards
   ecstasy.
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