Twas the Night Before Christmas

A short Christmas Story 

From Michael Alexander Stoires

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

Breanne was sitting, silent in her chair

Tied up naked, a bow in her hair.

A tight cloth gag had been placed through her lips

And a large pink vibrator was buried between her hips.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

Breanne pulled on her bonds, wondering what was the matter.

“Had Santa finally arrived?” She thought.

“When would begin the sexual onslaught?”

In some houses it was custom to leave milk and cookies.

But in this quiet house it was sexual nookies.

Bre had been left by the fire tied and gagged

A sweet Christmas treat for Santa to shag.

The moon on the breast of the tied up sweet

Was creamy and light with promise complete.

And then in a twinkling there was noise on the roof

Of a large red sleigh and sixteen hoof.

As she twisted and turned, looking around

Down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, garnished in white

Indeed to Breanne he was quite a sight!

His eyes were dark, like chocolate or night

And his cheeks were ruddy, like fire light.

On his back was a bundle, a bag, or a sack

That was filled with the usual old knickknack.

He turned as he landed, all sprightly and quick,

And saw the bound girl, did old St. Nick.

“Well well, I’ll be.” Said Santa with pleasure

This sure beats cookies, carrots, even treasure!

He reached out a hand to give a little pinch

To Breanne's nipple.  It was a cinch!

She moaned at his touch, the vibrator humming

St. Nick’s hands caressed slowly strumming.

He was unusually adept, lifting her up

Bending her over so she was bottoms up.

The large silver buckle came loose in a flash

And the black belt swung in a large heavy slash

To strike Breanne’s bottom with a terrible blow

She gasped as the tears began to flow

Santa it seemed, did not really care

And let loose with his belt on her poor derriere

Until she was red all over the her butt

And Santa knew she was ready, the slut!

He knelt down behind her and pulled out the plug

That was buzzing and shaking inside tight and snug.

He tossed it aside and dropped his pants

And pulled out his cock for a quick little dance.

Breanne groaned out loud as he drove himself deep

Pushing and thrusting in one fell sweep.

And then St. Nick groaned as he came in her guts

Spewing and throbbing as he emptied his nuts

In moments it was over and he stood up quick

Pulled up his pants and covered his stick.

He picked up the sex toy with a laugh and a grin

Positioned it perfectly and sank it within.

With a twist of his fingers the buzzing increased

Within Bre’s well which was thoroughly greased.

He set her back down on the seat with care

And pulled silver clamps from his pocket – a pair!

As Breanne moaned in sexual torment

The cruel bite of clamps on her nipples was spent.

Santa, the resourceful elf that he was

Pulled some rope from his pocket along with some fuzz.

Loops around knees and ankles and chair

Resulted in Breanne’s exposure down there.

Santa, with a wink, pulled out a small clip

And bent with delight to her small pouting lips

Breanne squealed loud as the clamp closed and bit

The tenderest nub, her swollen wet clit.

Santa, he laughed, at her tough situation

Sexually tormented and filled with frustration.

To be left tied and stuffed until Christmas morn

Her body, orgasming hard until it was worn.

“Breanne” Santa said. “I’ve had a delightful time.”

“Much better than cookies and milk on a dime!”

“So I will leave you now all trussed up and presented

As a gift from me who you’ve left contented.”

He moved to his sack and pulled out a box

With Breanne’s name in black letter blocks

“This is my present to a naughty pain slut

Who gave Santa a chance to spank a cute little butt.”

“Inside you’ll find everything on your list.

Clamps, the handcuffs, even a dildo with a twist”

Breanne looked on wide eyed as he moved away

As he prepared to head up, back to his sleigh.

She twisted and moaned, in orgasmic bliss

As he gave her a wink and a soft blown kiss.

And then he was gone, up the chimney he rose

By laying a finger aside his nose

In his wake, lit by Christmas tree light

Was Breanne, the slut, in sexual plight.

The clock on the mantle showed a quarter to three.

Only five more hours until she’d be freed.

Five hours more of vibrations and cumming

Tears sprang to her eyes it was so mind numbing.

And up on the rooftop she heard a shrill whistle,

The crack of a whip and a laugh filled with gristle.

But she heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

“Merry Christmas Breanne.  Geeze you were tight!”

 --- Hope everyone has a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!