Jingle Bells

Vixen rang the doorbell. She could feel the cold air drifting under her coat.  She couldn’t believe she was going through with this.  When her Dom had suggested that she see Liz again, Vixen had been ecstatic. However, when he presented his plan, she’d grown nervous.  What if Liz wasn’t interested? What if the whole gift backfired somehow? Vixen knew that her Dom had planned this with Will, and Will was connected to Liz, but still, Vixen was nervous.

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When Liz opened the door, Vixen found she couldn’t work up the nerve to speak.  And before Liz could even say hello, Vixen opened her coat, revealing that all she wore was a large red bow tied around her breasts and red panties trimmed in white fur.  Around her neck was a tag that read, “Merry Christmas, Love Will.”

Liz grinned at the tag, and stepped aside to let Vixen inside.

“So, you’re a gift?” Liz asked, looking over the nearly Vixen.

Vixen gave her a sultry smile and found her voice, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Get rid of your coat,” Liz ordered. Vixen slipped off the coat and scarf and draped them over the back of the couch.  Vixen stood wearing the bow and panties, along with knee high black boots and nothing else.  Vixen took in Liz’s chic outfit, and her nipples stiffened at the difference in their dress.  She loved being naked while her partners were clothed, or mostly clothed.  The power difference between them was more visceral that way.

Liz reached out and tugged at the bow, watching it unravel and reveal Vixen’s milky breasts.  Her nipples were already hard.  Liz untied the card from Vixen’s neck.  Vixen knew that the back of the card included her hard limits and safe word, as well as a list of suggested activities.  Liz smiled reading the back of the card.

The entire time Vixen stood waiting, not bothering to hide her near nakedness.  Liz tossed the card on to the coffee table.  “So many options,” she murmured, and leaned over and kissed Vixen.  Vixen was quick to respond with a low moan.  She leaned into Liz, and her bare breasts rubbed against Liz’s silk shirt. She felt Liz wrap her fingers in Vixen’s hair and tugged softly at first, but quickly gained more force.  Vixen’s moans only increased as Liz yanked on her hair. “Good girl,” Liz breathed pulling away from the kiss. “Put your hands behind your back,” Liz ordered.

She made quick work of using the ribbon to bind Vixen’s hands behind her back.  The binding pulled Vixen’s forearms together, forcing her tits to stand out.  She wondered what Liz would do.  Vixen had watched the other woman at the dungeon many times.  She’d developed a crush on Liz after watching Liz perform tit torture on some lucky submissive.  Now, her own tits were on display for Liz’s pleasures.

Vixen could feel Liz’s eyes travel over her, and Vixen shifted her shoulders back a little more. Liz smiled at her, “Oh, do you want me to notice your tits?” she asked, running a well-manicured fingernail under Vixen’s tits, taking care, Vixen noticed, to not touch her breasts at all.

Vixen nodded quickly, “Yes, Mistress.  I want to please you.”

“And you think your naked tits will please me?”

Vixen bit her lip and shook her head. “No, but abusing them will.”

Liz laughed, and splayed her fingers over Vixen’s flank.  “You’re awfully mouthy for a submissive.”  She scratched her nails over Vixen’s ribs.  Before Vixen could respond to the accusation, Liz delivered a slap to Vixen’s breast.  The sound alone made Vixen wet, and the sting that traveled through her tit had Vixen biting her lip, to remain silent.

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“You watched my performance with Natalie, didn’t you?” Liz asked, running her hand softly over the area she had just slapped.

Vixen nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”

Liz rubbed Vixen’s nipple, “And you imagined yourself with the slaps and clothespins?”

Vixen clamped her thighs together, as she felt her own wetness seeping down her thighs.  She nodded, still biting back her moans.  If Liz demanded silence, Vixen could give her silence.

Liz twisted Vixen’s nipple, and pulled it.

This time Vixen did moan.

“Mouthy,” Liz said and walked away.

Vixen stood awkward and abandoned in the living room.  Her nipple ached, and her panties were soaked.  She glanced at her reflection in the dark glass of the windows.  Her breasts jutted out from her chest, and her nipples looked ready to cut glass. Her ridiculous Santa panties were garish in the reflection.  With her boots still on, she felt even more naked.  Worse she suddenly felt terribly exposed to the uncovered windows.  She didn’t know who could see in the windows, even though she knew they were at the back of the house.

Liz returned, and Vixen watched her in the reflection.  She carried a briefcase, which she set on the coffee table.  Without a word to Vixen, Liz leaned forward and caught Vixen’s nipple in her mouth.  She suck hard, letting her teeth run over the nub of flesh.  She pulled her head back and quickly attached the clamp to Vixen’s nipple.

Vixen shivered feeling the metal teeth bite into her nipple, and the weight of what she realized was a bell tugged on her nipple. Liz repeated the action and both of Vixen’s nipples burned under the clamps. Liz gave each breast another slap, making the bells jingle.

“Perfect,” she said.  She untied Vixen’s arms, without the tension of the binding, her breasts shifted and the bells rang and tugged at her nipples. Vixen heard the whimper escape her lips. Liz gave her a wicked smile, and ordered Vixen to her hands and knees.

Vixen lowered herself to her knees, and positioned her hands on the floor.  In the reflection, she watched the silver bells glinting in the light as her breasts hung free. The bells continued their merry tinkling.  She felt Liz’s hands run over her back, and slip under her panties.  Rather than sliding the scrap of clothing off, Vixen felt the cold steel of scissors and heard the sharp snick as Liz cut the sides and pulled the wet panties away.

“You are enjoying this,” Liz said looking over the damp panties.  Vixen felt herself flush.  “Now, I want to hear what kind of jingling we can get you up to.”  Vixen watched Liz pull a paddle from the briefcase.  She delivered a light swat to Vixen’s ass.

Vixen tilted forward out of instinct, and the heavy bells swung, tugging on her nipples.  She gave a soft whimper.

Liz began spanking her in earnest.  The paddling kept the bells in motion and Vixen couldn’t keep quiet.  She cried out between a moan of pleasure and a cry of pain.  This wasn’t the scene she had envisioned, but she loved it nonetheless. The skin on her ass warmed, but the dark glass didn’t show her reddened skin.  She watched Liz swing the paddle over and over in the reflection, and heard her own voice a counterpoint to the cheery jingle bells.

Her nipples went from burning to aching.  Her ass was on fire, but she was determined to please Liz.  She’d give her whatever she wanted.  Her eyes teared up and she felt her tears drip from her face.

Finally Liz set the paddle on Vixen’s back, using her like a table. Vixen felt Liz’s hand caressing her sore bottom.  “Your ass is ready for Christmas,” Liz said.  “It’s redder than a poinsettia.” Vixen felt herself shiver at the touch, Liz’s cool hands a contrasting to her heated skin.  Liz wiped the tears from Vixen’s cheeks.

“Was it too much?”

Vixen shook her head.  “No Mistress,” her voice was barely a whisper.

“Can you stand the bells a little longer?”

Vixen’s nipples ached, but she found herself nodding.

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She felt Liz’s fingers run up her thigh.  “Let’s see what tune you jingle as you come.”  Liz’s fingers were cool, moving across her slit.  Vixen could hear the squelching of her wetness, as Liz slid two fingers easily into her pussy. Vixen moaned, and shifted her hips back toward Liz’s hand. The bells chimed.

Liz thrust slowly in and out, and then removed her fingers.  She licked them clean while Vixen watched and Vixen almost orgasmed right then.  She turned back to the briefcase and pulled out a wand.  Vixen’s eyes grew wide seeing the toy.  She knew the kind of rough vibrations it put out.  She knew how much it made her jump and squeal.

Vixen heard the buzzing and felt the head of the wand travel over her abused ass, and down the backs of her thighs.  She shivered and the bells jingled. When the wand reached her pussy, she cried out well before it got to her clit.  She bucked her hips and writhed lost somewhere in the space between pleasured and overwhelmed.

When the buzzing monster hit her clit, she couldn’t hold back.  Her orgasm was intense and accompanied by a torrent of dirty talk and begging for more and for no more. Liz kept the wand pressured loosely against her clit, until Vixen’s elbows sagged.

Vixen didn’t register that the wand was gone for a moment.  Then she felt Liz’s soft hands on her breast followed by the sharp burn of the clamp being removed.  Once both were gone, Vixen found her head resting in Liz’s lap.

She felt Liz stroke her hair, murmuring about Vixen being a good girl.  “You’ve been a lovely gift,” Liz whispered to her.  Vixen smiled with her eyes closed.


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