SUBMISSIVE CHRISTMAS by jemma
Curled up under the down comforter, snuggled so close it is impossible to tell one form from the other, the two breathe in a natural rhythm. The dog curled on the bed snores lightly as the sleepers shift, one moving to accommodate the other in a state of attuned awareness of one another. The sun begins to rise and the breathing of the girl takes on a different tempo as realization dawns slowly and she remembers that today is Christmas! She stirs in the bed, the heavy comforter doing nothing to hold her in her place, but her Master's leg across hers and His arm wrapped tight about her pins her successfully. Gently she tries to ease out from under His grasp , forgetting about the chain on her wrist that ties her to the bedpost every night. The clanking wakes Him and He knows instantly what day it is and why His beloved is awake so uncharacteristically early. With a small smile to Himself, He feigns sleep, loving to tease and torment her.
The girl nudges Him gently with her leg... whispering, "Master, are You awake?" Seeing no response from Him she moves a bit more.. laying the cold part of the chain that was not in the warm confines of the comforter on His chest. With a feigned snarl and jump, He is up and out of bed. Looking down at His treasured one, so cute in the morning, with her eyes twinkling in anticipation, He smiles wickedly. She cannot leave the bed until He frees her to do so, even without a chain on her wrist. He stands, looking down at her with a seductive smile, watching her eyes glow and sparkle. He debates whether to have His way with her for His own Christmas gift to Himself or to let her up so she can dive under the tree like a child. Pulling the comforter off of her naked body to better see what He may be passing up just to watch her squeal in glee, His eyes fill with lust. The girl stretches languidly, reaching for the covers because the chill of the room is upon her. Her Master pulls them fully from the bed, chortling at the goosebumps that rise on her delicate skin.
Crawling back into the bed, He grabs her roughly and pulls her to Him. He knows that whatever He wants , He can take. He also knows that she would enjoy it as much as Him. He kisses her hard, pressing her back into the soft mattress, moving His hard and firm body over her soft and yielding one. His legs part hers with the strength of a man who knows what He wants and intends to have it. She moans from beneath Him, His weight alone on her is enough to make her head swim and her pulse quicken. Rolling His hot naked body on her cold one, His need is obvious. Hers deepens to match His. They writhe on the large bed together. His lips curl back into a snarl as He holds Himself back from just taking her here and now. It takes an enormous amount of control on His part, because He knows that no reproach would be in her eyes or in her heart. She is His to take as He will.
Rolling off of her, He pulls her to Him and lays her atop His chest. There He stares into her blue eyes, now hooded with passion. With a delightful chuckle, He slaps her ass smartly and unlocks the chain that binds her. "OK girl, go make my breakfast", He laughs out. With a quickly concealed look of disappointment, she hurries to do His bidding. Still naked, as she is not allowed to don clothes without His permission, she hurries to the kitchen to cook for Him. Putting on her cute frilly apron that He allows her to cook in, she fries up His favorite pork chops. While those cook, she squeezes some fresh oranges for His juice. The hash browns are perfect, as is the rest of breakfast. She puts it all on he fine china and carries it to Him on a silver serving platter.
Moving into the living room, she places the tray upon a stand near Him. He sits in front of the fire He has stoked for her. Looking at her apron with a smile He waves His hand indicating that she is to remove it. Taking the apron off and laying it to the side, she stands before Him. "Aren't you hungry dear?", He asks her. "No Master, a girl is too excited to eat", she replies in a shaky voice. He nods to her, not willing to torment her any longer. With an indication of His eyes, He allows her to skip to the tree and retrieve her presents. There are many and she squeals louder with each passing one. There are toys, clothes, jewels, all that she could have asked for. Wrapping paper is thrown madly about, she is worse than any child at Christmas.
Standing, she brings His presents to Him. She too has bought clothing, toys and a ring for His finger. He looks good in the sparkling gold of the ring. It is not a wedding band, however, but a Master's ring. One that tells the world that He has a submissive who loves Him dearly. Sitting on His lap and cooing in happiness T/they enjoy the warmth of the fire and each others embrace.
Reaching into the recliner, He pulls forth a brand new collar. One of the finest gold with a leash to match. It need not be the heavy collar she has always worn because she no longer has to be led, but follows quickly and eagerly. Snapping on the leash He says, "Come girl, lets go back to bed." His voice is husky with desire for her as, with a gentle tug, He leads her back to the bedroom. She follows, her steps light and eager. When they reach the bedroom, He stretches back on the bed and she kneels between His knees. His voice barely above a rumble as He closes His eyes and tells her, "Now give Me My real Christmas present". The only sounds to be heard for many hours are those of contentment and pleasure.
THE END