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Candycane by ClairMatin@aol.com
Candycane
She sat back and gazed at the comfortable sight before her. The fireplace, gently warming the room, cast stocking-shaped shadows on the far wall. The Christmas tree, sparkling and shimmering in the subdued light, sheltered the packages that they had just finished wrapping.
It was Christmas Eve ... their first Christmas together. The holiday chores were all completed, and they were relaxing, holding each other, relishing the contentment and peace that had filled their souls. His arms held her tightly, pressing her close to him, and she giggled as she wondered silently :::is this what they mean by "Of Human Bondage"::: She squirmed a bit and tilted her head to find his eyes filled with an adorable glint of impending mischief.
"Darlin', we have a problem."
She looked at him quizzically and waited for clarification. She had grown to know him over the past year, and had learned to wait patiently while he chose just the right words.
"It's nothing serious and we can remedy it without TOO much trouble," he continued. "You see, I see one gift left to wrap up."
That familiar shudder of delight tingled through her body, and a happy giggle bubbled from her lips. She extricated herself from his arms, knelt before him and gently lay her head in his lap, in his favorite position of submission.
"Let's see.... what do we need to wrap packages?"
He counted each item off on his fingers: "Wrapping paper, some tape, scissors, bow, ribbon and a tag. Oh yeah, and the gift."
He made a show of scanning the room, as if looking for each item in its turn. "Hmmmmm but we have a problem... I know we're out of some of this stuff... what *ARE* we going to do?"
As she knelt there before him, he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and slipped locking cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He drew her right hand behind her back, quickly clasped her right wrist to her left ankle, and snapped the lock shut.
"That should keep you safe while I get what I need."
As always, an erotic calm overtook her as she felt the simple bonds claim her. He had taught her the freedom of captivity, and she had grown to love being bound as much as he loved tying her. In his absence, she thought back to the very first Christmas they had known each other... how she had hated the thought of being separated from him... how she had sat at the computer in the middle of the night, with ankles and wrists bound, and wrote him a story for a Christmas gift... how they had both been awed by the chemistry between them... the adversities they had overcome ... how they had continued to grow closer and closer as they slowly revealed themselves to each other.... the first time they...
Her reverie was broken by a strong fingers weaving themselves through her hair, forcing her head back, and insistent lips and tongue claiming hers. As always, she was overwhelmed by the breathless passion and possession of that kiss, and her body reacted with matching intensity as an orgasm was wrested from deep within her.
After she recovered, he unlocked her cuffs and helped her to her feet. "Stand up. I'm hungry for a candy cane. And lucky you... *YOU* my dear are going to be my candy cane."
He reached under the tree and pulled out one of the wrapped packages. "Here.. open this."
She gave him a quick kiss and ripped open the package, discarding the paper and ribbon. She squealed with glee as she lifted the lid to see a white stockings and a very sexy pair of 5" red patent leather come-fuck-me spike heel pumps.
"Put them on.. NOW," he commanded, and she willingly obliged.
He stuffed a red silk scarf into her mouth and applied red electrical tape to hold it in place. He added a hood, fashioned from a pair of hooker-red hose. He adjusted it carefully and, as always, checked to make sure she felt comfortable and safe with this added layer of bondage. She nodded, happily. As a finishing touch, he slipped a red dickey over her head and smoothed it around her neck.
With his foot, he motioned for her to spread her legs and slowly, deliberately, fastened a crotch rope around her waist and between her wet lips, dallying there far longer than was really necessary. She writhed in pleasure, and he pinched her nipple soundly to punish her for moving. "Candy canes don't move. Stand still!!"
He unlocked the leather cuffs, muttering, "These don't match at all," and replaced them with a wide red ribbon left over from their earlier wrapping project.
Her arms were tied high behind her back with forearms crossed (left arm to the outside, of course). He swirled the ribbon around both arms, candy cane-style, and tied her ankles tight together neatly.
"Let's see. Candy canes are red and white. Do I make you red first, and then add the white? Gee, that sounds like a good idea."
She could imagine the leer on his face as he drew her over his knee, and she could envision the transformation as each spank landed on a different inch of her tushie. Over and over his palm struck her soft skin, brightening the glow with each strike. Naturally, he paid special attention to her trigger spots and she moaned with delight as the waves of orgasms began to engulf her.
He stood her back up and admired his handiwork, running his palm gently over the reddened flesh. She loved when he touched her gently in this way, intimately and caringly.
"God, I love my job," he said, and they both laughed.
He continued caressing her as he spoke. "Did I tell you that I went to Walmart today? You won't believe what was on sale. They had Saran wrap... RED Saran Wrap. Lots of it. Rolls and rolls of it."
She could tell, by the sound of his voice, that he had that EVIL smile that she had come to love, and she could imagine the light in his eyes as he anticipated putting his dastardly plan into action.
She could hear him opening the first roll of Saran Wrap. He started at her ankles, positioning it just so as he encased her in the colored transparent material. Time stopped as she lost herself in the erotic imprisonment as each layer moved further and further up her body. He worked deliberately, neither too slowly nor too quickly, stopping once in a while to admire his handiwork. He stopped momentarily at the tops of her thighs.
"I am going to bend you at the waist to make the candy cane. I want you to hold this position and not move. Will you be able to do that?"
She nodded her assent, and for the bazillionth time thanked the fates for finding her someone so safe and caring.
He moved more quickly to encase her in the red plastic. The curve of her body made it a bit more difficult for him to work with the Saran Wrap. Through her mental haze, she heard him mutter, "Damn I wish these rolls were bigger," as another roll was opened and the box tossed aside.
The heat of the covered areas contrasted with the cold of her bare breasts and arms, and she shivered with passion and a bit of chill. Sensing her discomfort, he stopped for a moment and held her, kissing her through the gag and hood. He returned to his task and deftly continued to mummify her, to her shoulders in the Wrap. He covered the bottom hem of the dickey with the Saran Wrap.
"Now for the finishing touch," he said. "You okay?"
She nodded, and felt him move away. She heard tinkling coming from the area of the room that held the Christmas tree, and she thought immediately of the white garland he had insisted on buying.
He returned to her and swiftly swirled the tinsel around her, again starting at her feet. He fastened it in place with small pieces of red electrical tape, carefully positioned so as not to show in the pictures that he would soon be taking. He worked his way up her body, making sure that all the loops were spaced in perfect symmetry.
When he reached her upper body, she heard him thinking aloud. "Hmmm, I have an idea here. Get ready baby, gonna give you some air."
He moved around to the front of her, and before she could think, she felt the unmistakable sensation of his knife pressed against her tender nipple.
"DO NOT MOVE."
The words were spoken, even though she was immobilized under the plastic wrap. Tenderly, carefully, he cut the Saran Wrap around her nipples, baring them to the cold air and to his skilled fingers. She reeled, excited beyond expression at the danger and swimming at the sensations.
Each nipple swelled as it was freed from its encasement, and she moaned loudly as she felt his lips enclose each in turn. This ministration completed, he returned to finish applying the white garland to his human candy cane. When he reached her nipples, he dragged the garland across each, sensuously tormenting her. She screamed a muffled scream as he applied tweezer clamps to each nipple, holding the garland in place with the clamps. He continued to swirl the garland around her body and, finally reaching her head, taped it and stuck a huge white bow on top.
She was covered, head to toe, in red and white. Her breath was shallow with arousal. Her skin was reddened from the spanking, from the position she had held, and from the body heat building up beneath the Saran Wrap. She was hot... mentally, physically and sexually aflame. He knew it, and she knew that he knew it. She surrendered to the utter helplessness and lost herself totally in the orgasms that wracked her body over and over and over.
He held her gently, bracing her and allowing her time to recover. Eventually, he moved away and she heard the familiar *click* of the Polaroid. *click* *click* *click* He spoke the very words she was thinking... "Wow.. great Christmas cards next year."
She was weak and struggling to remain upright. He noticed her discomfort and quickly freed her, undoing the garland and slitting the Saran Wrap with his safety shears. He removed the clamps and waited for her to recover from the waves of painful pleasure before continuing. Off came the dickey, the hood, the gag, and the ribbons tying her arms and ankles. Finally, he tenderly removed the red pumps from her feet.
She was naked, she was spent, and she was in bliss. He held her close, bent to kiss her, and murmmured, "Merry Christmas, Darlin'."
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