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(M/f+, Humil, bnd)
Tradition
BY T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or
dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading
here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please
stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact
anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to
publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at
http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and
encouraged.
As long as Shelly could remember, their family has had a twisted little
Christmas tradition that any clothes or such that you got, you had to model
them to the rest of the family. At least, that is what she had told Eric. At
first, when Eric was dating Shelly, the garments were mild, such as a t-shirt
with snoopy dressed as Santa or a pair of red plaid polyester dress pants.
However, after they got married three years ago, the 'wearable' gifts he got
more crass and risqué, such as a pair of Spongebob Squarepants boxers with his
long nose centered over a certain area. Last year was even worse.
Shelly and Eric had spent Christmas with her parents and one of the first gifts
Shelly had popped onto his lap was a small package. Inside, was a pair of
black Speedos with a white puffball sewn on the rear and a pair of Playboy
Bunny ears. It was his little Playgirl Bunny outfit. They all laughed as he
pulled them from the box and continued to remind him of the Christmas
tradition. So, he went into the bathroom and changed into them.
Eric was not embarrassed by the way he looked in them. He went to the gym three
times a week and his six-foot frame looked good enough to grace any underwear
ad. However, wearing this in front of her parents was a bit too much and
silently, he vowed revenge.
Eric sensed that Shelly knew she may have gone over the top with last Christmas'
gift and as the season grew near, she kept on asking him if he was upset with
the Bunny outfit she got him. Eric just grinned his lop-sided grin and told her
no, he wasn't upset and it was all in good fun.
A Nor'easter had brought a heavy coat of snow to Maryland and practically shut
down the state, including the airport. Shelly and her husband would be spending
Christmas together alone this year. In some ways, Eric was even more thrilled
about what he had planned. Some of the items he had been planning on giving her
Christmas night in the privacy of their own room now could be unwrapped with the
rest of the presents.
Eric and Shelly made the best of being snowed in. There was a fire in their
condo's fireplace and a small fir tree decorated in all reds and whites the way
Shelly liked. A myriad of candles flickered and glowed and the smells of
evergreen and peppermint swirled through the living room. Dinner was a simple
one of finger foods and hors d'oeuvres while sitting in front of the fire.
"So are you ready to open a present of two?" Eric smiled as he cleared away
some of their plates.
"There is only one present I want to open tonight," Shelly smiled back.
Their first Christmas alone had put Shelly in a mood for romance. All during
the decoration of their home and dinner, Eric and her had exchanged intimate
kisses and caresses and she was ready to get to bed and leave the packages for
the morning.
"We'll save that present for later," Eric said and kissed her, "I promise we'll
only open a few tonight and the rest in the morning."
Shelly reluctantly agreed. His family opened all their present on Christmas
Eve, leaving only the stocking gifts for the following day. So, compromising,
she allowed them to open a few gifts that night, leaving some underneath the
tree for morning.
They sat beside the tree and Shelly picked one out first, a small golden
package with a red bow. Tearing off the paper revealed the Goldfrapp CD he had
wanted.
Reaching in back off the tree, Eric pulled out a large dress box covered in
classic Santa's and silver ribbon. Unlike her husband who tore through the
paper like a little kid, Shelly carefully peeled the paper back and opened the
box.
Inside was the gift Shelly had been dreading: the revenge gift for the bunny
outfit she had gotten her husband. Luckily for the blonde, the only person who
would be seeing it was her husband.
"Go on. You know the rules, go put it on so I can she you in it."
Shelly gathered up the gift and went into the bathroom to change. Normally,
she would have turned several shades of red, but she was in a playful humor
tonight and the outfit was just the right thing.
The outfit was one of those short little 'Santa's Helper' dresses complete with
red velvet and white fur trim. Shelly quickly undressed and slipped into it.
Shelly kept herself trim and the strapless costume helped emphasize that,
hugging her every curve like a second skin. There was also a pair of shiny,
thigh high latex boots with the longest spike heels she had ever seen. She
carefully pulled each one up, sheathing her legs perfectly.
At the bottom of the box were a matching red thong, a wide black belt and a Santa
hat. After getting the entire outfit on, she looked at herself in the mirror and
really enjoyed what she saw. The hem of the dress barely masked the small thong
underneath and the boots made her legs look much more sexier. Her long blonde hair
spilled out from beneath the cap and she could see her own desires in her dark blue
eyes. With a deep breath, she unsteadily opened the bathroom door and walked out.
"Hey," she practically yelled when she saw that Eric had gotten out the video
camera and was filming her debut.
"I wanted to make sure we shared this moment with your parents," Eric grinned as
he continued to video tape his wife, "I think it is only fair. Now pout for me
honey, give me everything you got!"
Shelly found herself flushing bright red but she decided to be a good sport and
model it for him. Besides, she doubted that the images would ever get to her
parents, not after what she had planned for the bedroom. She posed and lithely
moved for him and the camera until he turned it off and set it aside.
"Can I open the one present I wanted tonight?" she pouted, brushing up against
him and giving him a long, lingering kiss.
"One more present each, then we'll see about that special gift. Go pick me out
one."
Although high heeled shoes were no strangers to Shelly, ones this tall gave her
a little trouble as she walked over to the tree. As she bent over to pick one,
she made sure to give her husband an eyeful. One of the things Eric always said
was that she had a great ass and it was times like these that she didn't mind
showing it off for him.
She came back with another small present. Again, Eric tore it open with the
gusto of a ten-year old and found himself looking at another thong, this time
glittering red with a ribbon above the crotch.
"You know the rule," Shelly purred.
Eric just grinned and went into the bathroom to put it on. This was a gift
that Shelly was going to give him later on when her parents were not around.
She had learned her lesson last year when her mother explained certain
boundaries were to be had. Gifts like that were for just her and her husband.
Eric came out and struck a muscleman pose. Shelly was glade to see the he
filled his thong very well and that he was in the same mood as she was.
"One more present, honey, then we'll see about unwrapping your special present
in the bedroom."
Shelly's box was as big as the last one, maybe a bit bigger. Carefully, she
unwrapped it and opened the lid. Inside was something of black leather and many
chrome buckles. She lifted it up and looked at all the straps with a puzzled
look on her face.
"What is it?" she finally asked.
"Here, stand up and let me show you."
Precariously she stood up as he took the leather contraption from her.
"Now turn around and hands behind your back."
All of the sudden, a bright light flashed on and she realized what her gift was.
"Oh, no. There is no way you are getting me into that!"
"Now, do I need to remind you on your families' tradition? What is fair for the
gander is fair for the goose. All I want to do is see you in it and then you
can decide whether it stays on or comes off."
Shelly knew her husband's tastes in porn and she knew that he enjoyed looking a
pictures and movies of women bound and helpless. At times, she had admitted to
herself that it might be fun and she had even let him tie her up a time or two.
But this thing, this armbinder, took things to another level she wasn't sure she
wanted to go.
"Okay, but it comes off when I tell you," the blonde told her husband as she
turned around and grasped her wrists behind her back.
Carefully, he pulled the leather armbinder up, carefully pulling the lacings
tight and fastening each buckle until the sleeve was tightly embracing her arms
together behind her back.
To Eric, she couldn't look more stunning. There she stood in her skimpy
Santa's outfit with her arms pulled in back of her and nearly helpless.
"Honey, you look like a dream."
Shelly tested her binding and found that she would not be able to escape and she
found that the thought was not entirely unwelcome. With the ropes, she always
thought that she could always get away with a bit of effort. This thing,
however, truly made her helpless. Shelly decided to keep struggling a bit, more
to entice Eric than to try and get away.
"Well, when do I get my special present?" Shelly pouted.
Eric smiled, "When you finish with this one. You haven't finished unwrapping it
yet."
A puzzled look flooded Shelly's face as Eric peeled away the tissue paper lining
the box to reveal a whole collection of items underneath.
"Nooooo. . ." the blonde moaned as he held up a red ballgag.
"Oh yes, honey," Eric grinned, "You must wear everything in the box before I can
take it off you."
Shelly was foxed and she knew it. Bound as she was, he could force her into
wearing everything or she could just let him do it and get his Christmas Eve
fun, a present to him from her, though one that she hadn't planned on in the
least. She opened her mouth and Eric eased the gag into it, tightening the
straps behind her head.
Next, Eric pulled out a black leather collar complete with sparkling chrome
rings and buckles. Gently, Eric pulled her curly blonde hair away, kissing her
neck tenderly before fastening the collar.
Gently, Shelly's husband embraced her from behind and began to massage her
breasts through the costume. A warm rush of pleasure coursed through Shelly as
she stood there bound and helpless to stop his touch as she found herself
moaning through the gag.
"I love you too," Eric whispered as he kissed her on her cheek before returning
to her present.
Eric pulled from the box a long, silver chain with which he quite gleefully
fastened onto her collar. The black leather ankle cuffs came next as well as a
short chrome bar that spread her legs apart. As he secured her even more,
Shelly could hear him humming 'Deck the halls'.
Shelly felt a gentle tug on her leash as Eric pulled it down, forcing her to
bend over. Eric made sure that his wife didn't fall over as he pulled the leash
taut and fastened it to her spreader bar. When he had made sure she was stable,
he stepped back and grabbed the camera.
Eric couldn't understand what Shelly was saying through her gag, but he was sure
that it wasn't full of Christmas cheer. However, she looked the perfect blonde
angel in her Santa Claus outfit and all the bondage trimmings. Shelly struggle
before the camera but Eric thought it was more for keeping her balance than
trying to escape. Finally, her moans and writhing became too much for him and
Eric put down the camera to indulge in some unwrapping of his own.
Stepping around in back of her, he began to massage her breasts again and
slowly easing the front of her red costume down until she was exposed. Though
she was not huge on top, she was ample, with large pale areolas. Her nipples
were already stiff from Eric's earlier attentions and now, the seemed to ache
with pleasure as her pinched and rolled them gently. Bent over as she was,
Shelly could feel this erection against her ass as she playful ground herself
back against him.
"Have you been a good Santa's helper?" Eric asked.
"Uh-huuuuh," Shelly answered through her gag, nodding her head.
"Well, let's see what presents we can find for you."
Shelly moaned as she felt Eric's finger trace around her slit. She knew it was
damp as he pulled the thong aside and eased his finger into her. Slowly, he
caressed between her lips, careful not to touch her swollen clit. Eric could
feel her frustration but did little to assuage it.
Quickly Eric slid out of his glittery thong and positioned himself behind his
wife. Shelly felt him untie her thong and grasp her hips. Then, she felt utter
bliss as he eased himself inside of her.
Shelly matched her husband's thrusts as he rocked her back towards him. The
waves of pleasure began to build up inside her and she found herself moaning
loudly into her gag. Normally, she was fairly quite but the gag seemed to have
an effect on her, like a cork in a shaken-up bottle of Champaign. All of her
inhibitions seemed to raging inside of her, unable to escape, building the
rapture inside of her.
Faster and faster Eric thrusted himself into Shelly, his own pleasure building
and building. His wife bucked and writhed, screaming into her gag. Eric had
never seen his wife so animalistic before, like a captured lioness.
A white-hot whirlwind of pure bliss roared through Shelly as her orgasm
completely engulfed her. Again and again, her soul was crushed with wave after
wave of pleasure until she felt him thrust himself fully into her and hold while
spraying his cum into her. She grasped him, milking him until she felt him
soften.
Without undoing her bindings, Eric eased her onto the couch and nestled in
beside her. She felt totally at ease in his arms and was not in any rush to
have him release her. The lay there, his fingers slowly caressing her as he
kissed her gently.
"I think, my love," Eric smiled, "we have found a knew Christmas tradition."
Since it is usually a long space of time between postings of stories such as
this, I am compiling a mailing list so that you can receive stories and
chapters as they are produced. If you would like to be on that list, please
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