Yule Tied
A Collection of Erotic Holiday Stories
by T.S. Fesseln
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2008 T.S. Fesseln
Published by Burping Frog Publishing
Detroit, Michigan
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Being Thankful
Leanne had a lot to be thankful for this year. Her new job as a lab assistant gave her enough money to be comfortable and enough challenges to make it exciting. She had met many new friends through work so her social life was the best it had ever been. Leanne also had a new boyfriend, Nate, who seemed a perfect match for her, at least she thought, until today.
The autumn morning had started out beautifully. A light dusting of snow had made the air outside crisp and clean, putting her in a wonderful mood as she sipped her mug of coffee. The smells of apples, nutmeg and gingerbread filled the small kitchen as Nate and Leanne prepared a few things to take to Thanksgiving with his friends. Nate had told her that baking the stuff was not necessary and that there would be plenty for everyone, but Leanne insisted, telling him that it was a time of sharing and that everyone had to do his or her part to make the meal come together.
By the time the pies and bread were on the cooling racks, both Nate and Leanne were covered in flour and such from their ‘baking’ in the kitchen. Leanne decided it was time for her to clean herself up and get ready for the upcoming gathering. Again, she had to pry out of Nate what the dress code was and eventually told her to just dress casually, it really wasn’t anything fancy. It was just his friends and their significant others. So she picked out a nice tight-fitting sweater and matching pants and went to take her shower.
Leanne knew she was attractive. God had graced her with a slender figure and long legs as well as being a natural blonde. Her face was elfin-like with smiling green eyes and generous lips and she had a spray of light freckles across her nose. She kept her curly hair long and usually swept it up in back in a ponytail. But Leanne also knew that’s God’s gifts needed help to stay that way, thus her work-outs at the gym and a pretty healthy diet.
As she finished rinsing herself off in the shower, she thought she heard the bathroom door open and close.
“Nate?” she called out, “Is that you?”
“Just wanted to see if you needed help drying off,” her boyfriend replied.
Leanne smiled a lascivious smile, “Sure, love, give me a sec.”
The blonde could easily see herself spending the rest of her life with this man, being the thoughtful kinda guy he was. She turned off the water and stepped out to find him holding one of their large, plush towels. Nate was a very good looking man; well built with a Robert Redford kind of ease. He had long dark-brown hair and warm brown-hazel eyes that seemed to grin at pretty much everything. He kept his goatee and mustache well trimmed as well as making sure that he made it to the gym when Leanne was there. They made a handsome couple and Leanne really wanted to keep it that way.
“Turn around,” Nate smiled.
Leanne did as she was told and felt the towel engulf her head as he gently dried it for her. Then, while her head was still swathed in the towel, he quickly picked her up and carried her out of the room.
Leanne screamed with laughter as he threw her on the bed, half-kicking and squirming as he pinned her there.
“Stop it,” she laughed, “We don’t have time for this. We need to get going to ...”
A high-pitched squeal of laughter killed whatever she was trying to say as his tickled her bare ribs. Blinded by the towel over her head, she couldn’t fight back as he tickled her mercilessly and rolled her onto her stomach.
“Stop it!” she panted, trying to catch her breath.
Then she felt him grab her wrists and pull them in back of her, pinning them as he wrapped a piece of rope around them, binding them together securely.
“Hey, what are you doing!” she said.
Nate whipped the towel off her face, but the relief was temporary as forced a red ballgag into her mouth, gagging her. Leanne was a bit put-off now as she struggled, feeling the gag being buckled into place tightly in her mouth. She tried to scream into her gag, however nothing but muted mewls came out.
Leanne’s binding continued as Nate looped some rope around her elbows and lashed them together. Her slender ankles were next, then her knees. Lastly, Leanne was plunged into darkness with a spandex hood pulled tightly over her head.
Nate watched as his girlfriend struggled in her bindings. She was gorgeous as she bucked and gyrated on the bed, trying to scream into her gag. Nate had always been into bondage and enjoyed playing kidnapping scenes with his group and their girlfriends. Leanne enjoyed some bondage games together, but it was always the vanilla tie-me-up-and-fuck-me type, never involving any role-playing scenes that Nate really loved. Now, here she was struggling against her will and Nate was gobbling up every second of it.
Leanne had calmed down a bit, but she was still trying to get loose from her bindings. But Nate was good at his rope-work and she found no slack. Finally, when her struggles became little more the twitches, he sat down beside her and finished her up in a strict hogtie.
Leanne wasn’t going anywhere without his help.
The blonde really didn’t understand why this was happening. They really didn’t have time for this, even if she was in a playful mood. But there was very little she could do about it now that he had her tied-up. As she lay there, she felt him turning her onto her side and gently messaging her breasts, pinching her now stiff nipples. Despite her bindings, Leanne was finding herself getting turned on as little drafts of pleasure whirled inside of her with his attentions.
His touching continued as his warm hands explored her bound torso; brushing slowly over the flat of her stomach to the soft, damp curls below. Leanne moaned softly as his finger caressed around her puffed lips, barely touching her clit. Leanne’s libido was taking over now and she found herself rocking her hips and trying to get him to do more than a touch, but her bindings kept frustrating her efforts.
Slowly, he parted her slick lips and began to run his finger inside of her, tickling at her clit. A storm of pure bliss was brewing inside of her and she could feel it battering at her gates; wanting to flood her in ecstasy ...
Then Nate stopped.
Leanne moaned her displeasure, writhing on the bed to get him to continue when she heard the sound of her vibrator being turned on. Nate gently rolled her over onto her front, raised her hips and eased the slender humming dildo in until it filled her, sending another torrent of pleasure ripping through her.
The bound woman felt another length of rope being wrapped around her hips as she moaned in rapture. He passed the loose ends between her legs and knotted it tightly in back of her to form a rope crupper of sorts, holding vibe deep inside her. The rope also pressed against her swollen clit, sending more rushes of white hot bliss through her until she exploded in joy, bucking and squirming in her bindings until she lay there on the bed, spent.
The embers of her orgasm still lingered as the vibrator continued to hum its song within her, breathing life into another cum. Leanne didn’t know how long she lay there, but she was beginning to wonder where her Nate was and what he was doing.
The orgasm was like nothing else she had ever experienced. The combination of her helplessness, the suddenness of the attack and the sensations Nate inflicted upon her built a hurricane within her that she never dreamed she could feel. She wanted to thank Nate for this and that he was more than welcome to tie her again tonight when they got back. But, she didn’t sense him beside her or in the room for that matter.
Leanne squealed into her gag as she felt herself being picked-up and carried over Nate’s shoulders.
Her mind was a swirl of confusion as he carried her, wondering what was going on and where was he taking her. She shrieked as a flood of ice-cold air enveloped her and she realized they were going out the back door.
“Stop squirming, honey,” Nate finally said, “Or I’ll drop you into a snowdrift.”
The blonde continued to wail in protest.
“Quiet, do you want the neighbors to see you?”
Leanne stopped but a fear was beginning to lace her other, more lascivious emotions. She heard the back door of the garage being opened and then Nate step inside with her. She then heard the car door being opened. Soon, Nate placed her in the back seat, the cold vinyl causing her to shiver.
“I’ll be right back, Honey, I need to get the pies.”
Oh my God! A light went on inside of Leanne as she realized this is the way she was being taken to the dinner. She squirmed some more but to no avail. She was bound and helpless and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
True to his word, Nate returned quickly, pies in hand. He started the car and cranked-up the heater. Leanne was probably frozen by now, but she had a vibrator to keep her warm until the heat built up. With a crunch of snow under tire, Nate pulled the car out and headed to his friend’s house outside of town.
The fear of being seen like this crammed Leanne’s feelings into high gear. The combination of those feelings and the humming vibe between her legs started to build another orgasm. She could feel the blizzard of pleasure roaring through her as it soared into a fevered pitch and swallowed her in pure rapture.
Nate counted Leanne cumming at least twice as his drove. No one was paying attention to his Saturn as his drove out onto the highway to the snow-barren woods of the countryside. Some forty minutes later, he pulled up the gravel drive of his friend’s ranch house.
Leanne was weak from her struggles, both sexual and otherwise, as she felt the car slow and then stop. She felt hr Nate climb into the back felt him fasten a leather collar around her neck. She struggled a bit, but little good it did. The knot to her crupper parted and he eased the vibrator out of her. The car was filled with her incense as he pulled off the rope from around her waist as well. Next he undid her hogtie, undoing both her knees and ankles until her weakened legs were free.
The cold air was washed in over the bound blonde as he opened the passenger door and eased her up until she was sitting. Then the hood came off.
Kneeling in front of her was Nate, looking eye-to-eye with her.
“Leanne, honey, I really am beginning to fall for you, but I have certain needs and wants that, up until now, were unfulfilled. I am throwing you into the pond, sink-or-swim. This is who I am and I want to share that with you.”
“We are going into the house where my friends have brought slaves of their own. As you said, it is a time of sharing and I want to be able to share with you who I am and the woman I want to share my life with.”
With that, Nate fastened a leash onto Leanne’s collar and gave it a tug. At first, Leanne refused to leave the car no matter how hard Nate tugged on it. Gently, he reminded Leanne he could tickle her again and carry her in. The blonde thought for a moment then finally she relented and walked barefoot through the snow to the front door. He was right about being able to overpower her and if this was going to be done, it would be on her terms walking rather than be humiliated by being carried through the door. Besides, she was getting really cold and the old farmhouse would be far warmer.
An older man in a white sweater and dark slacks opened the door. He looked quite remarkably like Sean Connery except for the horn-rimmed glasses. He had a friendly smile and shook Nate’s hand.
“Welcome Nate, and this must be your new slave. We have been dying to meet her.”
Leanne blushed, the cold flushing her skin that much hotter.
“Yes, Mac. This is Leanne and she’s a keeper.”
Nate led Leanne inside. Three other men were there as well as four women, bound just as she was. All looked at her appraisingly. Bound as they were, all four women looked sleek and sexy and Leanne imagined she did as well. She wasn’t ashamed of her body but being on display like she was wasn’t something she thought she would ever do.
“Dinner is about ready,” Mac said, “Why don’t we make our way to the table and ungag our ladies.”
Nate led his girlfriend into the large dining room and the other men did the same with their slaves. Leanne was very uncomfortable but she was sharing that same discomfort with four other women. Mac’s wife walked with grace and dignity as he sat her down. Leanne hoped that she looked as stunning as she did at that age.
It was a wonderful spread with sweet potatoes and green beans with bacon and gravy and a huge glistening turkey already partially carved. Nate sat his girlfriend down and unbuckled her gag. Leanne watched as the others did the same. It was so surreal to her and yet she saw how the other men treated their partners, with respect and love.
Plates were passed and small talk of football games and business whisked around the table. Gently, Nate fed Leanne and she found that she was enjoying the feeling of being served. Slowly she opened up and despite the oddness of it all, she began to enjoy this, the sharing amongst friends. It was then she realized how much she did care for Nate and she would gladly give up her freedom to feel this warm and protected for the rest of her life.
And the pie was damned good too.
Away In The Manger
Gina once again struggled against the leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs holding her in a tight hog-tie; grunting into her ballgag. There was still that warm, after-orgasm feeling glowing within her like embers underneath the fire grate. Her husband, Stephen, had made sure after they had made love that she wouldn’t go anywhere. He had a surprise for her, something she deserved. What had begun as a simple Saturday afternoon’s delight was ending up as something much more.
Something she deserved. That was the last words he said as he left and the words that she dreaded. Whenever her husband of three years and lover of several more said those words, it was to punish her for some infraction of the “Rules of the House.” She and Stephen had had a D/s relationship since they met nearly ten years ago at a friend’s party. Stephen was immediately attracted to her slender good looks; her pageboy cut blonde hair and her dark eyes. She was a bit tipsy and as bubbly as a glass of champagne and he asked her, in a whisper, if she would like to come over to his place to tie one on, Gina immediately asked in a seductive whisper if he was going to use rope or chains. Thus began their exploration of bondage.
And in all those years, she never had been able to escape Stephen’s bindings.
She was glad that she had been left on the bed. Gina had been left in many, less comfortable places before. She was nude save her white leather collars, black leather cuffs and bright red ballgag. Stephen had not blindfolded her (not a good sign) and had not bound her to the bed. She could rock and squirm and buck all she wanted to, but Gina knew that she would get nowhere. Her struggles would only make her hornier.
“I see you messed up the sheet covers,” Stephen grinned from the doorway. God, he was still a good-looking man, Gina thought. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, a six-foot body that he kept in perfect trim at the gym five nights a week after work, a spray of freckles over his nose and a smile that would melt steel.
“Uuuuughhhh,” was all Gina could reply.
“Ready for what you deserve, honey?”
Gina shook her head no, but Stephen ignored her.
“Well, time for you to take a little trip,” Stephen said as he turned and went back into the hallway briefly.
Gina’s eyes widened as she saw what her husband was carrying an old steamer trunk. She began her struggles and wails anew. She was familiar with the foam-lined trunk. She had been carted around in it several times, one time even to a picnic with her parents, a vibrator raging within her as Stephen explained that she got tied up at work at the last second and couldn’t make it.
“Don’t worry, honey, you won’t be in here for long. Just long enough to get you to where I need you.”
Stephen dragged the chest over beside the brass bed and sat down next to his petite wife, patting her rear. She was still grunting and moaning through her gag. It was one of the most erotic sounds he had ever heard. One muffled moan was enough to get him erect. Sometimes Gina would just lean over to him at the grocery store or at the mall and pretend to make a gagged moan and it would make Stephen want to take her right there.
“Ready?” he asked his wife.
“Nuh-uggghhhh,” Gina shook her head again.
“Good. So let’s get you packed.”
Gina felt Stephens’ fingers glide over her helpless form as gently as a dove’s wing. Touching here and caressing there. She felt the embers of her pervious orgasm start to burn red again, heating up as her husband continued to feel her. His hand reached between her legs and with his fingertips, began gently teasing her swollen lips. She moaned into her gag and parted her legs as much as she could, inviting him to touch deeper within her petals. His fingers obliged, running up and down her moistened slit lightly, never touching her clit. Gina moved her hips more violently to meet his caresses.
Then Stephen stopped.
“Not just yet, my darling slave.”
Gina moaned with displeasure. He was very good at knowing when to stop, which frustrated her to no end. She was really horny now; the coals had turned into flame, licking at her libido. Her moans fell on deaf ears as Stephan firmly grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back.
It was times like this that Stephen knew that he was the luckiest man alive and thanked God for that. I front of him lay a gorgeous woman, his wife, bound-up and gagged; looking up at him with those dark brown eyes that broadcast her love for him. Gina was a petite woman, not much more than five foot, and very slender. Her breasts were small but her dark rose-colored nipples stuck out nearly an inch and each sported a silver ring that she surprised him with on his birthday. She was a natural blonde, but she shaved here pussy smooth once she started dating Stephen, a fact that he enjoyed thoroughly.
Gina writhed for her husband, thrusting her hips to him as he drank in her loveliness. He watched her for a few moments more, enjoying her pleas through her gag.
“Okay honey, time to go.”