A Christmas Eve Date
Fantasy, Bondage, Male dominant

Sally sat, forlorn and sad, alone except for her
parents in their home on the west side of the city
on Sycamore Place. She was eighteen and had no
steady or even infrequent boyfriend.

She felt downhearted and cheerless. Here she was
dressed alone in a plain and skimpy white gown
that skirted her wide hips barely letting the tip
of virginal white cotton panties showed. It seemed
a waste even to her. She shook shoulder length
dusty blond hair that framed a common shallow face
of minute interest.

Employed at the Acme Realty office as a clerk
secretary she was prim, efficient and accurate.
Anywhere else she went, she ached with shyness,
fear and uncertainty.

She planned college next semester with the meager
profits of her job. With any luck she could learn
some more marketable skill and be good enough at
it to earn a comfortable living.

Being intelligent Sally realized by the time she
was six that Daddy was Santa Claus. She wondered
about God and country entertaining doubts and
trying to ascertain sufficient evidence. Some
things she was certain of such as OJ Simpson
complicity in his wife's violent death.

Shivering under the beige covers she turned on her
electric blanket as a scant but necessary comfort
for her young flesh. Outside a wicked Northeaster
blustered and blew. Only a madman would travel in
such weather.

Of course Santa is, will be and was sane. Far
saner than any man in fact. But then again he was
not a man. Santa established himself eons ago on
some supernatural plane and possessed complex
moods, beliefs and patterns. He materialized on
this earthly plane on mere whim and his own will
and belief. Self-desire and conviction made him do
as he wished. Circumstances shaped his results.
Toys for children. Fun and lust. For himself and
for others too.

Others imposed their will too on him but that is
another tale. Santa preferred to enjoy what he had
without useless worries.

Santa maintained neither love or hate in his soul.
Cynicism and kindness did not trouble his dreams
or his ways. He was as he was for reasons clearer
in a dream or an astral journey. He lurks near the
heart of humanity but he does not share its
plebian nature.

Smiling as he always did, he folded his long list
and descended into Sally's house via the chimney
of course. Emerging sootless and pristine from its
narrow confines, he left a present or two.
Children knew instinctively which presents were
Santa's. Adults conveniently forgot and pretended
Uncle Ed or Aunt Jen had given them something
unexpected.

Climbing the silent winding stairs and past the
snoring doors, he opened Sally's and observed her
muffled timid form. Used to truly genuine feminine
pulchritude, he shuddered at her plainness. Still
he was Santa and a job had to be done. Besides her
tits had great potential and the face could be
covered if need be.

Quickly stripping away her blankets and sheets, he
secured her frail hands behind. Capturing her
ankles he soon had them on a short rope to her
wrists and her back arching in a lovely bow.
Amazing how it improved her posture and appeal.
Properly prepped for transportation in a sexy
hogtie, she stirred and blinked in disbelief at
her jailer.

Santa ripped off her panties and stuffed them deep
into her throat where they would stay with several
strands of rope around her cheeks. Sally gasped
some but had little else to say, surprised and
paralyzed with fear as she was.

To keep her occupied during her long trip, Santa
crossed her crotch with a rope from wrists to
neck. The rope continued around her neck and over
her back to her knees. Any slight movement
affected her bottom rubbing her asshole and vagina
and she had to wiggle with her back straining as
it did and her breathing partially choked. Sally
quickly commenced to pant excitedly, fully awake
and aroused as Santa fondled her scrumptious
revealed tits and firm behind. She beamed up in
stark alarm at the jolly fat man with her tits so
impudently displayed.

Sally proved difficult to work with. Even now she
preferred to believe that she dreamed. Santa knew
as he knew all else of her virginal anxiety. So he
pinched her fat ass to assure her of reality and
showed her goggling eyes his enormous erection
tenting his red trousers despite several layers of
underwear, thick thermal leggings and trousers.
Truly a tremendous Christmas gift for any pretty
slut.

Sally swooned, overwhelmed with such a stupendous
sight. She did not mind as much now as she would
have as Santa hefted her lithe form up from the
ruffled bed covers. He inspected her flat features
at close range and gestured vaguely exasperated in
a direction not visible. An elf, long nosed, short
and wiry, appeared from mid-air dancing with
impatient irritation.

"What now, boss?" he complained mildly.

"Make up and quick!"

The crooked nose elf inspected the limp
unconscious girl. He detected the pleasant way her
pert nipples poked her thin nightie from her brief
exertions this night. "I'm an elf, not a wizard!"
he snarled. "Sure there is potential but the
effort will be major."

"Just do it or you won't get to see the reindeer
games."

"Still it."

"Want me to get Mrs. Claus involved?"

The elf grumbled and reached into his many pouches
and pockets clustered around his waist producing
awls, screwdrivers, hammers, chisels, a red high
heel, and finally some red lipstick. In seconds or
hours (What is time with Santa? The clock did not
move from midnight unless he wished it.), the elf
finished his grim labors.

Bright dark red lipstick accented Sally's gag with
matching shades on her large aureoles. Faint
perfume wafted from her half-naked body. A
different scent for asshole, armhole and back of
the ear. Mascara and long lashes decorated her
quivering eyelids. Rouge provided graceful shading
and produced a striking , even lovely, face. A
thin gold chain swept round her throat and dangled
in her cleavage. Matching gold circled her wrists
and ankles. She trembled vaguely on the verge of
wakening. She had woken once in the middle of her
transformation with the elf busy prodding her
sensitive nipples but had feinted with the awesome
sight of Santa's erection.

"Much better," said Santa abruptly dismissing the
elf. "You may go, Ebenezer." The elf grunted and
glowed with a purple aura before disappearing.
Sally still pretended to be sleeping and Santa,
busy as he was, tumbled her into his bag for later
delivery rather than play with her.

"Hohohoand away we go! Go Donner! Go Blitzen!
Away!"

On Third Street on the east side lived a nerd
named Charlie in a small apartment that he rented
while going to college. Not a bad guy, quite
bright but timid. He needed desperately a quick
fuck and then a live in girlfriend to keep his
hormones from impotently raging.

Charlie and Sally both suffered low self-esteem
and extreme shyness. Well it was Christmas Eve and
Santa had a cure.

Sally, now more frightened than before, found
herself being introduced to Charlie at 2 AM in a
sort of weird, exotic Christmas Eve date. There
she lay meekly on her back and hands with her
knees propped open with a three-foot ornately
carved pole from another world. Charlie's own
hands were knotted to her own under her ass with
his knees tied to her ankles on a short tether.
Santa had secured her ankles touching her ass.
This made her reluctant belly thrust upward at her
back's agonized insistence.

Really she had no choice except to put out and be
rather forward in her body language. It was rather
embarrassing but exciting. She would never had put
out on a first date but Santa rarely requested
permission. She sighed trying to find a
comfortable position to be fucked.

Charlie was inexperienced but a prick easily rises
to the occasion and he thrusted automatically
against her lush warmness. She found her terror
had lubricated her well and the event had orgasmic
potential. She bounced under Charlie who did all
the work using her bent back like a spring.

Since Sally remained gagged with her panties, her
many contrary arguments tended to be unclear and
served to encourage rather than to discourage her
unexpected horny date. Resistance on her part
thrilled Charlie and energized his lust. Charlie
groveled all over her as his mouth alternately
popped one lush breast after another. Years of
sexual repression peeled away as he buried his
lips under her hair on the side of her neck.

Afterwards Santa placed them both in a large
burlap bag and let them simmer together for the
night entangled and locked in each other's limbs.
Sally squealed through all the itchy burlap and
soggy panties as Charlie chewed savagely on a
proffered tender nipple.

Santa rubbed his bearded chin and brought out his
own special list of naughty girls who Santa
regularly visited as well as the constant new
crop. Who was next? Anne it seemed. He hoped (and
knew) her ass was behaving nicely. He would be
back later to clean up or have a lazy elf do it.
The new boy and girl friends would recall little
other than hazy dreams and mysterious aches and
urges. The night was infinite and its pleasures
intriguing even now.

After the New Year, Charlie accidentally bumped
into Sally on a Saturday at Borders in the occult
section. Both had inquired into antique Santa lore
and found themselves mutually attracted. Sally
shuddered briefly in trepidation but followed
Charlie meekly enough to his apartment bed
officially to compare metaphysical notes. She only
requested that her wrists be secured all night
long.

She wore elegant, long gold chains and bright
lipsticks now. Some habit that had blossomed she
supposed. Then again she knew Santa dwelled in her
heart and would never leave again. What would
happen next Christmas Eve? Would Santa come again?
She believed with certainly in her heart though
cogent logic was lacking.

Dreams had haunted her nights for weeks of a huge
fat man dressed in crimson. Little was clear
except the impossible size and length of his cock.
On Christmas Day she had awoke with an aching back
and vagina with her wet panties wadded into a ball
on the floor besides her bed. Her nightgown had
been ripped and circled her waist exposing her
sensitive breasts. She could have panicked and
gone hysterical. Instead she considered her locked
house door and windows and the protection of her
aged parents. How could anything had happened? Who
would have believed her?

Sally believed in Santa and was more certain than
ever. The thought troubled her mind but
electrified her soul. Does not every adult believe
deep in their souls in Santa? Do you?