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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.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/

cse1986@rocketmail.com


*****

“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… 

 
 http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
