Santa’s Special Gift Has Julie Feeling Nice and Naughty

Like everyone else at this time of year, I’m slightly crazed from holiday shopping, but I wanted to take a few minutes and tell you about my last Christmas. Thanks to Charles, my husband, it was the best one ever; his gift made me blush and started my pussy juices flowing.

It was Christmas morning and we had opened up all our gifts except one. Uncovered tissue-lined boxes of various sizes were strewn on the carpeted floor, their contents on display. Charles had given me lingerie, perfume, a gift certificate to my favorite shoe boutique, a magnificent necklace with matching earrings, a nature video that I hadn’t been able to locate anywhere, a book on needlecraft, and, on a practical note, a shiny new toaster, which gave us both a big laugh. In return, I had gotten my husband a new shirt and tie, an expensive aftershave and cologne set, a new electric drill for his workshop downstairs, a pair of pajamas, and, to make his eyes really light up, the tennis racket he’d been mooning over for months.

“There’s one more left,” my husband said with a smile as we sat under the Christmas tree in our pajamas. “Hmm, who could this be for?” He crawled under the tree and pulled out what appeared to be a hatbox wrapped in silvery paper with a big red bow on top. “To Julie, from Santa with love,” he said, reading the tag on the box.

I couldn’t imagine what the present could be, although the mischievous gleam in my husband’s eye suggested it was most definitely not a hat but something out of the ordinary. Super curious, I tore away the pretty wrapping and pulled off the box cover. I peeked inside to find several items, each individually wrapped in tissue paper. “Which one first?” I asked. Charles reached into the box for one of the gifts and handed it to me, saying, “Start with this.”

I yanked off the tissue paper to discover… handcuffs! I could feel the color rising to my cheeks as I looked up at my husband. He asked me what I thought and, smiling softly, I said, “It’s just what I’ve always wanted.”

Charles chuckled. “There’s more, hon. Take a look.”

Months earlier, my husband and I had started talking about experimenting with S&M. Ever since reading The Story of O, I’d been fascinated by the idea of female submission, but it was only after a year of marriage that I’d gotten up the nerve to confess my secret cravings to Charles. Much to my delight, he responded enthusiastically, but nothing had come of it… till now. I realized he had deliberately delayed our journey into the world of S&M just so he could give me the toys we’d need for our venture on Christmas morning. What a naughty Santa he was!

In rapid succession I opened the other gifts contained in the box to find nipple clamps, a black leather blindfold, and a weird-looking contraption consisting of two dildos—one for my pussy, a smaller one for my behind—attached to straps that, as explained by my husband, went between my legs and around my waist to hold the dildos in place. It sounded exciting! I unwrapped several small coils of soft rope and then, last but not least, I found a black leather paddle resting on the bottom of the box. Whew!

I told Charles that I didn’t know what to say, that I was speechless.

He grinned. “Which is exactly what a good submissive should be. Now let’s play with some of these toys.”

“Right now? Here?”

“Sure. You’re ready to play, aren’t you?”

I certainly was. The unveiling of each new toy had added fuel to my desire so that my pussy was already soaked. I didn’t know which toy to play with first; each one was wickedly inviting. Thankfully, Charles took charge. In a firm voice, he ordered me to stand and remove my pajamas. Once I was naked, he secured the blindfold around my head and then attached the rubber-tipped nipple clamps. I winced, but the pain soon dissolved into a perverse kind of pleasure. Next came the dildos, with Charles slowly and carefully working the thicker one into my soaked pussy and the other up my bottom, then adjusting the straps so I was comfortable. I was more than comfortable—I was in heaven. I never would have thought having my pussy and asshole plugged at the same time could be so devilishly pleasurable.

After cuffing my hands behind my back, my husband eased me down onto my knees and told me to open wide. The next thing I knew, his fully erect cock was sliding into my eager mouth. I sucked him hungrily, with more passion than I had in some time, as I reveled in my submissiveness. Slavishly, I licked and sucked my man, slobbering over his balls and then moaning around his pulsating shaft as he worked it in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. Half hoping he’d shoot his creamy load all over my face, I groaned in frustration when he took his cock away and pulled me to my feet. He asked me if I was okay, and I told him I needed to be fucked. Real bad.

“And you shall be,” my husband promised. “But first we have more toys to play with.”

With that, he unlocked the handcuffs and walked me over to the coffee table. In moments he had everything off the table and me on it, positioned doggie-style. It took him longer to secure me to the table with four lengths of rope, but I forgave him his inexperience as I thrilled to his enthusiasm.

There I was on my hands and knees, blindfolded, nipple clamps hanging from my breasts, one dildo in my pussy and another stuffed in my behind. In the haze of my passion I remembered the paddle and knew that was next.

Whack! The first stinging blow from the paddle wrenched a gasp from my throat. There was a second gasp, and a third, as my husband commenced paddling my rear end with real pleasure. Again and again the paddle crashed against my poor bottom until it was on fire. But my ass was no hotter than my pussy; I was lubricating so much that my juices were seeping out around the dildo and trickling down the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t remember ever wanting or needing to be fucked so badly before.

Finally, out of my mind with lust, I shouted, “Baby, please, no more! Please fuck me now! I can’t stand it!”

From behind me I heard what sounded like an animal snarling, and then I felt the ropes being removed from my ankles and wrists. Pulling me up to a kneeling position, my husband took the clamps off my nipples and then removed the dildos from my aching ass and pussy. He was about to take the blindfold off when I said, “No. Leave it on, honey. Just fuck me. Please. Fuck your love slave.”

Charles got me down on the floor and then, without further delay, rammed into my pussy from behind. Crouched down real low, with my head resting on the floor and my ass up in the air, I grunted and groaned with pure delight as my husband fucked me with a fury I hadn’t experienced since our honeymoon. The feel of his hard cock plunging into my clasping cunt time and again had me coming almost nonstop. He gave my sore ass a few good smacks, and I howled with pleasure.

I would have been completely satisfied had Charles simply exploded in my contracting pussy, but befitting this special occasion, he pulled out, stepped around in front of me, jerked my head up, and came all over my face. It was wildly exciting, and a few quick rubs of my clit while my husband was applying this semen facial started me coming all over again.

Well, that was last Christmas. This year I’ve cooked up a little surprise of my own. Lately, I’ve begun to think that it might be nice to at least see what dominating Charles is like, just as a change of pace, you could say. So, when he digs deep down into his big Christmas stocking for the last item, he’s going to find an eye-popping, extra-large strap-on dildo.

Ho, ho, ho.

—Ms. Julie V., Providence, Rhode Island