Autumn had been unusually warm this year in New York. The leaves were usually eager to turn into mosaics of Amber and Cherry around the turn of September, but this year it seemed that Mother Nature had other plans. An Indian summer they said. Perhaps the warmest in decades, and day after day, the weatherman marveled at the thermostat as the calendar flipped first to October, then to November, and finally December. People began to wonder if New York might skip Winter altogether, if such a thing were even possible. And as December 25th drew closer, snow this Christmas, it seemed, was not in the works.
But Winter being the capricious creature that she is, changed her mind, and at the last minute a colassal storm pounded the Northeast. There was going to be a White Christmas after all.
In a matter of hours frigid wind completely subdued the landscape, and a brilliant coat of snowy powder covered the countryside. A winter wonderland indeed.
Kirsty watched the spectacle thoughtfully from her bedroom window while her husband, Dean, lay fast asleep.
Too much eggnog, she smirked to herself.
The snowflakes tonight were unusually fluffy, and she enjoyed watching them pirouette to the ground by the window side. She felt a little dirty wearing nothing but her underwear and bra and although she should have felt cold in nothing but a pair red lingerie, Kirsty felt cozy with her blanket wrapped around her bare shoulders.
Somewhere behind her, Dean stirred in his sleep, tired from the night’s festivities. She traced the rays of moonlight with her hand, and watched the milky luminescence envelop her husband. Even hidden beneath the lump of sheets, Kirsty could discern her husband’s broad shoulders and strong arms. He had put on a bit of weight in recent years, but there was still nothing like the feeling of being wrapped inside his strong arms while he made love to her.
Kirsty was especially excited for this Christmas. Dean, who was constantly working late into the night at his law firm, had managed to take the entire week off from work. Kirsty appreciated the hard work that her husband was putting into his career, and it was amazing to have a man that was so motivated. She saw the way other women admired her husband. His strong jaw and wavy black hair made more than one woman weak at the knees, and she knew that she was lucky to have such a catch. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel the strain that his career had put on their marriage. Their sex life had certainly suffered the most. Dean was incredible at making love to her. He was strong, tall, and athletic. There was nothing like it. But with his constant travelling on business, and late nights to meet deadlines, there was hardly any time left for intimacy, and she was left feeling alone, and hungry for his touch.
Last week, Dean had come home late from work again in preparation for an upcoming court case, and Kirsty lost her temper.
“You’re never around anymore!” She had snapped. “All you do is work, and I am sick and tired of it! I want my husband back!”
She knew that it was wrong of her to blame her husband for working so hard. After all, it was because of him that they were able to afford such exotic vacations and drive a BMW. He didn’t deserve it, but somehow she couldn’t help but blame him for her frustrations. She wanted him to look at her with the same fire he had when they were first married. She wanted to blush again while he undressed her with his eyes.
Kirsty needed to make it up to him, which is why this Christmas, she had a special surprise planned for him. And as she slipped into bed, she grinned blissfully at her secret while her husband drifted away unaware of what she had in store.
Kristy woke up early in the morning, and was careful to sneak out of bed without waking Dean. She snuck into the bathroom and took a shower, carefully massaging her body with warm suds and lathering her hair with shampoo. After she had dried off, she peaked in on her husband to make sure that he was still asleep.
“Like a bear,” she thought as she watched her husband’s barrel chest rise and fall in rhythmic cadence.
She crept downstairs like a mouse, unsure if her nipples were hardened from the anticipation or if she was cold from not wearing any clothes.
To say that their Christmas tree was beautiful would be a terrible injustice. It was a blue spruce, wide at the base, and just trimmed slightly at the top to make room for the ceiling. The house fragrantly of pine sap, and Kirsty took a moment to breath in the wonderful, earthy aroma. White strands of lights circled round the tree, reflecting their beads of light off of an assortment of ornaments that decorated the room with resplendent light. A few presents were packaged carefully beneath the tree, though the best present was yet to come.
Kirsty checked her phone, but scowled. No new messages. There wasn’t much time. Dean was sure to be awake soon.
She scrolled through her contacts until she found her neighbor Stacy’s name.
“Where r u?” She wrote.
A few minutes passed by while Kirsty waited anxiously.
Finally, her phone buzzed as Stacy sent her a message. Kirsty eagerly flipped open her phone.
“Here.” The message read.
“K. I’ll meet you by the back door.” She responded.
Kirsty went to the back of the house, and quietly cracked open the back door, careful not to make much of a sound.
Her friend Stacy entered through the doorway. You wouldn’t know it with the layers of gloves and winter jacket that covered her, but she was a beautiful woman, with an hourglass figure and sleek brown hair. Stacy’s husband was good friends with Dean, and Kirsty new that Dean secretly longed for Stacy, though he would never admit it.
“Thank you so much for helping me,” Kirsty said while Stacy took off her coat. “I really appreciate it. I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while now.”
“Oh it’s no problem!” Stacy smiled. “Trust me. He’s absolutely going to love it.”
Kirsty led Stacy to the living room and pointed her to the bottom of the tree.
“Is this where you want to do it?” Stacy asked.
Kirsty nodded emphatically. “Yes, right there beneath the tree.
Stacy signaled that she understood and then started rummagingg through her bag. “Let’s get started then. No time to waste.”
Kirsty felt a little strange being completely naked in front of her friend. She had never fooled around with another woman before, but she couldn’t help but admit that Stacy was quite attractive. There was something about her perky breasts and slender legs that she found arousing. A bit of a girl crush you might call it.
“Lay down and put your hands behind your back.” Stacy commanded.
Kirsty obliged and as she lay on her stomach, she peeked over her shoulder to watch as Stacy uncoiled a length of rope from inside of her bag.
Stacy worked remarkably fast, tying both of her wrists together before finishing off with a knot. Kirsty tried to test her restraints, but found that no matter how hard she wriggled the rope would not come undone.
Stacy chuckled at her feeble attempts, but continued her work briskly, coiling another length of rope around her elbows before sinching the coil together tightly with a final pull.
Kirsty tried to tug uncomfortably at her bonds but to no avail. Her elbows we’re almost touching each other, and her wrists were cemented together, but now it was even harder for her to move than before.
“Just a second,” Stacy paused.
“Well it’s not likely I’m going to be going anywhere,” Kirsty said sarcastically.
“True,” Stacy laughed.
Stacy fished around through her bag, searching for another piece of rope. Finally, she found what she was looking for, and returned to her subject.
With some difficulty, Stacy was able to maneuver a couple lengths of rope underneath Kirsty’s chest and wrapped them around her chest, and over the back of her arms. A couple wraps went beneath her breasts, while a couple passes went above, making a harness of sorts. The configuration squeezed Kirsty’s breasts out rather seductively, and Stacy playfully gave her nipples a squeeze, which were now rock hard.
“Hey!” Kirsty protested.
Stacy smirked. “Now I’ll be having none of that sass from you little girl. You’re on Santa’s naughty list this year.” And she gave her buttocks a curt slap as if to drive the point home. Kirsty had a sneaking suspicion that Stacy was enjoying herself more than just as a favor. To be honest, Kirsty was enjoying herself too. The feeling of helplessness was erotic, and the damp between her legs was more than enough proof of her arousal.
“Feet together,” Stacy ordered.
“Oh please no, I don’t think that will be necessary.” She protested. Kirsty hadn’t anticipated this being so involved.
Stacy gave her buttocks another whack, this time more sternly, and Kirsty winced a little at the sting.
“Now now Kirsty, this is why you’re on the naughty list this year. You’ve been a bad girl and you need to be taught a lesson.”
Kirsty tried to squirm away from her grip. “No really!” She pleaded, “This is plenty already!”
But with her arms tightly tied behind her back, there wasn’t much that Kirsty could do. Stacy threw all of her wait on to Kirsty’s legs, pinning them down. In a matter of minutes, Stacy had wound several loops of rope around Kirsty’s ankles, and cinched them together with a finishing knot.
Kristy panted, tired from her struggle, and angry at Stacy for her futility.
Stacy, on the other hand, admired Kirsty’s slender legs and firm buttocks. She really was a beautiful woman. Dean was lucky to have her.
She took her hand and slid it between Kirsty’s legs, gently massaging her thighs as she worked her way up to Kirsty’s entrance.
“No please, don’t! Please don’t!” Kirsty protested, but with her arms and legs bound so tightly there was nothing she could do.
“My oh my, you are enjoying this aren’t you?” Kirsty remarked. “You’re sopping wet down there. Dean is going to absolutely love playing with his Christmas Toy.”
Stacy continued her work. Coiling loops of ropes above Kirsty’s knees, and then tightening them together. At last, she took one final piece of rope, and looped it through the piece tying her ankles together. She pulled on the strands so that Kirsty’s ankles were forced upwards into a bent position. She then looped the other end of the strand through the rope that harnessed Kirsty’s chest. She took her time with this part, carefully ensuring that she had pulled the rope as tightly as possible before tying a knot. With her knees bent and successfully tied to her upper body, Kirsty had finally been hog-tied.
“What the hell!” Kirsty exclaimed. “I can’t move!”
Stacy had done a very thorough job. Kirsty couldn’t find a single knot that would be undone. With her arms and feet hog-tied together, there was very little she could do to move. She struggled against her bonds in frustration, squirming this way and that. She tried to wiggle her hips, and yank on her arms, but she was virtually immobile. At most she thrust her hips up and down, wriggling around the carpet like a worm.
“I told you Kirsty. You’ve been a naughty girl this year, and now you’re going to have to learn your lesson.”
Kirsty glared at Stacy. “You bitch!”
Stacy waggled a finger at her disaprovingly. “Stacy, it’s not even morning yet, and you’re being awfully loud. If you’re not careful, you’re going to wake your husband, and it’s not time for him to unwrap his present yet.”
Kirsty didn’t know what Stacy meant. Then, as she watched Stacy reach into the bag, her eyes widened in horror as Stacy withdrew a round red silicone ball gag.
“No. No!” She exclaimed, trying to squirm away. “I’ll be good! I promise! He won’t hear me! I promise I’ll be good! Please – mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmph!”
But Stacy cut her short, shoving the round ball of silicone deep into her mouth.
Stacy finished off her work by attaching a shiny red ribbon to Kirsty’s back.
“One last finishing touch,” Stacy had taunted.
Kirsty only glared at her. “Mmmmmmph!”
Stacy stepped back and took a moment to admire her work.
“Well don’t you look pretty, all wrapped up like a Christmas present.” She said. “Dean is just going to love his Christmas gift this year.”
Kirsty sighed, exhausted from struggling, and then mewed into her gag as Stacy took a moment to Pat her buttocks.
“There there,” Stacy cooed. “I have just one last thing to finish up with, and then I’ll be seeing myself out.”
Kirsty rolled her eyes. “Thank god.” She thought.
“It could be a while before your husband wakes up.” Stacy said. “We need to make sure that you’re entertained while you wait for him to come downstairs and find you.”
Kirsty looked up, confused by what she meant. Then, as Stacy drew one last item out of her bag, Kirsty’s eyes widened in astonishment. It was a vibrator.
“This has an intensity setting that ranges from one to ten.” Stacy explained. “I dont want to set it too high, because you need to save some for your husband. I think a three should be just about right.”
“Mmmmmmph!” Kirsty protested. Stacy ignored her, and slid the vibrator between Kirsty’s legs, setting it to two.
“There!” She said, satisfied. “You have a Merry Christmas Kirsty! I hope that Dean enjoys his present.
“Mmmmmmph!”
But Stacy only winked, and a moment later, she was gone.
The vibrator was absolutely infuriating. Rubbing her gently to arousal, but because the setting was so low, Kirsty could never quite find the release she wanted.
She twisted, and squirmed, and turned, desperate to find some kind of release, but no matter how hard she tried, she could noy escape.
She squirmed around for what seemed like hours, and as the grandfather clock in the foyer chimed 9, she had worked herself into a torrid state of arousal. Anything, anything at all would be welcomed to give her release.
It was unlike Dean to sleep so late into the morning. Usually he was up in the early morning, ready to go to work before Kirsty had even awoken. Today though, it seemed that he was sleeping in.
“Just my luck,” Kirsty thought.
Finally, when the clock chimed ten, Kirsty heard the noise of moving feet from the floor above. She squirmed and mewed into her gag, desperate for Dean to find her.
Steps started to thump down the stairs.
“Kirsty?” She heard Dean say.
Thank god. Her husband was coming to unwrap his present.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/a9v6be/a_new_holiday_toy_fany