Part 1: A Visit from Santa
With snow falling outside her windows she sat on the couch in pure frustration. In the background, the Christmas satellite radio station played Christmas carols from all ages as she sat and stared at the tree until the lights began to blur and form a halo around it’s delicate branches. The twang of a country guitar wafted through the room as she heard Dolly croon about her childhood and a “Hard Candy Christmas”.
“Hah! ‘Hard Candy’…. More like Vanilla Taffy….” she mused. She hadn’t known when she said her vows 6 years ago that the slight “edge” in their relationship that turned the taffy to fudge would dissolve. She missed the days of corsets and handcuffs, of rosy bottoms and flushed cheeks. In her mind, she reminisced about “the good ol’ days”. In her heart, she felt empty.
Her husband was working the third shift that Christmas Eve and while her son slept soundly in his bed and she watched the tree when she could have sworn she heard bells outside. Too late for carolers, too early for friends, she was very confused as she pulled the curtain aside. There, coming into view was a man dressed in red with white trim! Just like Santa! He was covered from head to toe in snow and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. She also couldn’t recognize who was in the suit! He had a large red sack that looked to be filled with boxes on his back held by one hand and in the other, a strap of silver large jingle bells that he shook as he walked around the house.
She ran to the door to open it for the stranger who clearly had a reason for arriving at this late hour. She stepped onto the porch as the snow covered Claus approached. Suddenly, he dropped the jingle bells and she saw what was behind them. Before she had a chance to react, the blindfold was secured over her eyes. She screamed but knew it was futile as her home’s rural location meant no neighbors to hear her cries. Completely unable to see, Santa led her back into her home.
The dog didn’t bark so whomever Santa was, he was familiar to the pooch. Santa led her over to sit on the couch. Then she heard him shaking off the snow and most likely removing his heavy coat and hat which were soaked. He reached out and touched her bare arm with his ice cold fingers and she jumped. She turned her head in his direction, but it did her no good. She didn’t want to make noise and wake her son so she sat in silence, waiting for Santa’s next move.
After a bit more shuffling, she felt something cold placed against her lap. Her gentle hands moved over the object… a box covered in what felt like wrapping paper. No ribbons or bows but clearly wrapped. She could feel the edges of sticky tape holding it together and looked quizzically in his direction. “Open it” was the gruff reply.
She hesitated for a moment. The delicate way she had been taught to open presents since she was a small child was not really an option without her sight. For the first time in her memory, she tore at the paper with a certain amount of glee. Opening the box underneath, she felt a leather strap. She followed it to one end and found a buckle. She ran her hands in the other direction but before she ran out of leather it was taken from her hands. She opened her mouth to protest and found her question muted by the ball gag.
“Stand.”
She began to shake with fear. She had to way to protest, nowhere to go, no way to defend herself except to fight blindly. She felt him step near. She heard a pair of scissors and suddenly felt rather cold. The straps of her satin nightgown had been snipped clean off and it slithered to her feet. She raised her hands blindly to try and grab something to cover herself and they were met with another wrapped box.
“Sit and open it.”
She sat naked on her couch and began to cautiously unwrap the next “gift”. After removing the paper, she attempted to open the box. It was taped shut. She slid a long fingernail under the tape and popped each strip open until she was able to remove the lid. She felt five small padlocks. The box was taken from her and another was placed in her lap.
She unwrapped the box and again popped the tape. This one seemed like it was a mass of leather straps and metal. She couldn’t quite make sense of it at first touch when it was taken from her.
“Stand”
She rose from her seat beginning to recollect the voice. It was a voice she knew and a voice that made her feel safe but she couldn’t quite place who’s voice it was. Was he changing the tone of his voice on purpose to try and fool her? Was he…..
She felt cold leather and metal against her right wrist. It tightened and was shut, like a belt. Her other wrist was quickly restrained in the same manner. She heard the clicking of two padlocks…. what were they for??? Her arms were pulled behind her as she felt her breasts thrust forward. She felt him release her hands and tried to pull her arms back forward to better cover herself. She couldn’t. They were attached to each other behind her back.
As she experimented with trying to get her wrists apart, her ankles became cold and she realized they were also being placed in restraints. She heard two more padlocks click. When she tried to move her feet, they were stuck at the same distance apart and she heard a clinking noise between from between them.
Struggling to adjust in her brain to her new bonds, she felt another strap of leather and metal come into direct contact with her neck. She quickly heard the clicking of the last padlock. She felt a tug from her neck and followed the tug clumsily walking in the direction she was being pulled. She heard a lock click and a door open and walked through what must have been the frame. The room was warm and music played in the background. She tried to figure out where she was in the house but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Clearly, Santa knew his way around and had been here before. Clearly, Santa had set this up ahead of time…
Santa led her to a particular place and gave her freedom of movement of her hands for a brief moment. After shaking her arms out for a moment, she felt them brought above her head and secured to a point directly above where she was standing. She then felt her legs pushed even further apart pulling her arms more taught. Feeling stretched to the max rather uncomfortable, she remained fairly collected until she felt her panties begin to move.
She heard him chuckle to himself….. and to her shame, she realized the panties he was touching were soaked in her juices. She felt a blunt object at the entrance of her vagina. As he pushed, it began to fill her until her body could no longer accept any more. She felt a cord hanging from her panties as they snapped back into place, holding the invader captive.
As she squirmed trying to adjust to it’s girth, it became animated inside of her. It didn’t vibrate but it felt like part of it was…. rolling. And rolling at just the right spot. She began to pant and try to think of something other than the sensations that were beginning to overtake her.
“MMMMFFFFFfff”
Pain seized through her body as she felt an excruciating pain on one nipple.
MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFfffffff”
Her body wracked as the other nipple was pinched to a point of no return. She struggled against her bonds but was held tight as she wiggled. She felt a chain hit her stomach and a gentle downward tug on both nipples as she realized she had been clamped and chained.
Quietly, she heard a buzzing sound behind her. The buzz moved around her side and came to the front. Squirming from the exquisite pain in her nipples and the sensations inside her she wondered what would come next.
Her panties were pulled away again and an intense vibration wracked her clit as they were snapped back into place. She squirmed and mumbled and shook violently.
She looked with covered eyes at her captor wishing she could plead. He walked behind her and placed one hand over her pussy and one on her stomach. Simultaneously he ground the one on her pussy into the vibrator on her clit, yanked the nipple clamp chain, and whispered in her ear, “Cum” and cum she did.
Violent convulsions wracked her body until she was spent to the point of no more. As she began to come back to earth, she realized the clamps and vibrators had already been removed. She felt him move behind her and release first her ankles and then her wrists from being attached to anything. The cuffs were still attached to her as he rose and wrapped his arms around her. Her hands went to caress his arms as she noticed the scars on his forearm. Tentatively, she traced the scars and the realization of who Santa was seeped into her soul.
Instinctively he knew he had been found out and removed the blindfold….
”Merry Christmas, Honey.”
If you enjoyed A Visit From Santa and would like to hear about what happened on Christmas Day, email Pvt. Blue Eyes at pvt_blue_eyes@yahoo.com
03.01.09
story continues in Home for the Holidays 2: Candy Canes and Mistletoe
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