They had many, many Holiday’s together, but this was the first year since they had both committed to exploring a D/s relationship.

Their kids were all at their in-laws and they had mailed the gifts across the country weeks ago. A holiday alone - just the two of them. They went through the normal rituals the tree, the gifts for the neighbors wrapped and under the tree. Homemade cider on the stove and the smell of family and celebration in the house.

After they’d had their homemade pizza dinner on Christmas eve, they settled around the tree and fireplace, sipping their hot toddies and at a kind of impasse, feeling the emptiness of the house. No little ones to watch cartoon holiday movies, or adults to play cards and board games with.

In times of pause, with little to occupy themselves in their now slower paced lifestyle is where they discovered a spark they never knew existed. She crawled up on the couch beside her husband, put her head in his lap and wished she had something more seductive than wool socks, pajama bottoms and a silly collared shirt with reindeer on it that she wore just that one night a year. He deserved her everything, so she gingerly put the palm of her hand on his flaccid penis beneath his flannel Christmas pajamas.

The mood quickly shifted to the possibilities. Boredom was quickly replaced with new terms they had each learned over the year. Always something fun and exciting to explore, if they could just let themselves succumb to their natural kinkiness.

He automatically played with her hair, soothing them both, gentle pets and the comfort of her there to please him, the weight of her head more than just a sense of well being, but symbolic. They had discussed how wonderful it was that she was a professional, smart, helped run the household and raise the family with a seemingly equal share in decisions and responsibility. Recently she had expressed how wonderful it would be to hand over much of the worry and decisions. She trusted him with all her heart and soul and felt greater accomplishment and pride in making him a better man. Rather than debates about 401k’s and who was going to the store, she was most pleased when he was guiding her personal goals of serving him, while growing and blossoming as a submissive to his will.

They had some growing pains as they each discovered their roles, likes and dislikes in the new direction of their lives, but the woes were worth it. They grew stronger and “weaker” with every experience.

Without realizing it, his hand was guiding his wife’s head over his now stiff penis. She had deftly managed to, with the warmth of her hand, bring his member to life and out of the pocket in the front of his p.j.’s and was now exploring the head and base in a rhythmic motion that pleased him most.

This was a welcome, warm, wet sensation that he usually relished when he could, but tonight was special. She did not know the wiser, but he had already set in motion the events tomorrow and could not be distracted at the moment by what he would reap in the future.

He lightly tugged on her hair. The confusion on her gaping mouth and desperate eyes as her lips and tongue felt a magnetic pull to his throbbing man.

As the initial disappointment subsided and she was desperately trying to maintain eye contact, he gave one of his most direct, concise and twitterpating demands as her Dominant. “Santa needs cookies, but good girls do not need clothes to make them.”

Not entirely sure the political correctness or strength with which he said this, she wiped her lips, removed her p.j.’s and got to work in the kitchen. Santa was waiting.

As she prepared the ingredients and pre-heated the oven, he followed behind her, tying a lovely tacky apron around her waist, not quite covering her aged but still perky breasts.

She knew the recipe by heart and got to work. Thoughts of how many times she’d made this recipe, as a child, as a college student, bride to be and eventually mom and grandma made her get a bit wiley; she had never been naked. Pubic hair had never been a worry as an intruder. She quickly focused on cookie size and baking times.

While she baked, he was upstairs tinkering with whatever the UPS man delivered this afternoon. She figured it was some electronic something that he always seemed to order just before she figured out what he wanted as a gift.

Just as the last batch of cookies came out, he snuck up behind her and removed her apron, a light but intense kiss on her neck. She turned around and saw a pen and pad in his hands.

After she was done cleaning the baking equipment, he told her to write a note to Santa explaining how she had been a good girl. It was not a joke. She was also to put out cookies, milk for Santa and celery and carrots for the reindeer. When she was done, she was told to come to the bedroom, but to crawl, backwards up the stairs.

She was a bit intrigued as he had yet, before this moment been so deliberate and in charge completely. She did as she would have a million times before, cleaning and tidying up, although this time nude.

As she sat to contemplate being a “good girl”, she had to think of all her best intentions, whether they were recognized, punished or cast aside. Her inclination to write in crayon escaped her eventually and she laid all the goodies out, for Santa and his crew.

Remembering the instructions she was unclear if she was to crawl up the stairs backwards. Being practical, she assumed not, it was precarious and unnatural. She walked up the stairs and then crawled backward to her husband and the master bedroom.

He was eager and waiting, she could feel the electricity, even if only her naked ass was facing him. He jumped from the bed and, joined her on his knees and kissed her. He was quick to put a collar on and then lead her to the corner of the room.

The tinkering before became apparent. He led her to a steel cage. There was a flannel blanket the size for an infant and a padlock on the door. She crawled in, unsure if this was temporary or permanent, but immediately turned on.

As she situated herself to find his face, he was closing the door, the lock made the “click”. To keep her away from Santa she was to sleep in her pre-christmas gift, her cage. As she looked around, there was a bow made of steel wool.

He admired her there, cramped, but not entirely sure what she thought was so great. He climbed into bed, pulled the warm comforter over himself and set the tv to sleep. She found the best position and decided the blanket would best be used over her shoulders and tits. No pillow required with her hands near her ears.

It wasn’t the most warm or comfortable sleep. The bells she heard in her head were eerily realistic.

Her husband woke up without a care in the world, he did take a very cautious and thorough look in the cage. He knew she needed to relieve herself, but had some duties to do.

He was gone for about 15 minutes, but after that, returned, unlocked and helped her out of the cage. A big huge hug ensued. Cuddle session to get her skin warmed up under the covers also.

After a good moment of understanding and silent comfort, he joyously asked if she wanted to see her presents from Santa. While she didn’t jump up and down clapping her hands, she was just as excited.

They left the bedroom, she was still naked. He was guiding her anxiously, fully dressed in flannel. She was surprised to see presents that were not there before. More surprisingly she saw the cookies and veggies gnawed on and half consumed. A scrawled note (most probably written with his left hand) had instructions for her.

It stated she had been a good girl and would receive her gift of 365 days in one day, today. She didn’t know what this meant, but couldn’t wait.

They started as tradition with their stocking. Santa left him moisturizer, honey and ginger. She received alligator clamps, band aids, needles and hot sauce.

There were other more vanilla things like gum and pez, but she had never received hot sauce and nipple torture devices in her stocking before.

Next, attention was given to the newly wrapped gifts beneath the tree. She was on hands and knees, reading the “to” and “from” labels. There were three for her and two for him. She distributed them in general areas and then hesitantly looked up at him, dying to know what lay ahead of her. She had all that she needed, in him.

He nodded and the first box, was torn apart ravenously. Never one to hide excitement, she tossed the paper aside. Inside, the most extravagant and only corset she had ever seen and now she could wear it for him! It was a charcoal gray, steel boned, had very sparse but delicate detailing. One to stand the test of time. Her mouth dropped and knew it would fit and feel fabulous instantly. She had no words but crawled to her husband and hugged his torso, so grateful for his continually deeper understanding of what she craved, desired and loved.

That was it, how could anything be better? She wanted to save the other gifts for next year and try the corset out pronto, just like any child at the peak of exhilaration.

She was told to prop the corset up on the sofa and open the second gift. She did so, piling the refuse as far away as she could.

The second gift was opened with the same vigor, but the energy was almost overshadowed, until it was revealed. A lovely crimson and gray neck corset with adjustable stability bars. A thing that fantasy and dreams are born of. It was so awkward to handle but her arousal level knew the possibilities this held.

She placed it next to the corset on the couch and was eager to see what his gifts were, saving her last one until the end. He revealed a beautiful red leather flogger and his second was a set of ben-wa balls.

All the pressure was on her. The last package held only a roll of plastic wrap. She had seen images and read stories of its potential, but had not experienced it for herself.

With the wrapping paper and refuse strewn about, her urge to clear things up and get on with the day was unbearable. She got up to get the garbage bag to clean things up but was held back. He grabbed her arm, pulling her into his lap.

The question of the day, of the four gifts she received, the cage, corset, neck corset and plastic wrap, which would she rather spend the entire day and night in?

She had no idea the tasks that may be asked of her, nor the people they would meet, so was selfish in her delightful adoration of being constricted. The corset it was!

Before she could perform any household duties she was instructed to stand and have the custom made smokey gray corset cinched around her torso for the first time. It went from her hips to breast, pushing them up and out… accentuating her small waist but ample hips and tall stature.

It was a breath taken away, but a breathe given as she was feeling more at home in her encasement than she’d felt for most of her life. After he completed the lacing he turned her around, gave her a deep hard kiss, a hug that accentuated the corset and cute slap on the butt.

She took her cue and got to work cleaning the holiday refuse, enjoying working within the confines of her newest gift.

When it was all completed, brunch served and the house tidy, it was now the traditional giving of neighbor gifts. For sure he would not force her to meet them with the corset on. She slowly approached him, kind and gentle, pre-empting the removal of the corset for public events.

He was rigid, seemed almost offended. Immediately, but without malice asked her to bring the neck corset. She didn’t think and delivered it promptly.

He installed her new piece of restriction and then had her put on the clothes laid out for her. Much of it was very difficult to execute and put on even though it was all familiar. She could not look down and speaking was not easy as the jaw movement was limited.

He assisted with the 3 inch heels, totally unnecessary to wear in the snow, but she obliged. Out they went, Cheap candles and herb plant kits to hand deliver to the 6 or so neighbors.

All of her recently installed gifts were hidden. The corset beneath a chunky crass holiday sweater with some crudely created glittery cardinals (a funny fashion joke by her husband) and the neck corset hidden with wraps and wraps of a very thick and long scarf. The heels were just impractical, but would not be worn for long, she hoped.

There were a few sideways glances as she hugged and was cordial with all of the people. For sure they could tell that she was stiff and overly dressed in the chilly but really mild temperatures. Thankfully he only accepted one invite inside where they were given a tour of the home and the Christmas tree. They invited us to stay and have some egg nog, she had a look of terror realizing that would mean she would have to reveal the neck corset. He looked her in the eyes and relished in her internal turmoil.

He looked at his watch and said, “you know, we’d love to, but we are supposed to talk with our kids on Skyppe. See what the kiddos got from Santa, but thank you for the invite. Perhaps another time”. A huge sigh of relief as her secret would not be realized. She didn’t realize it was his secret too.

They scurried home and before he could close the door, his hands were on the scarf, removing it. Before she could realize what was going on, she was in just her corset, neck corset, bent over the kitchen table in her heels being drilled from behind. It was hard, quick and intense. It felt like it was over quickly because it was. He’d built up the tension with every house they went to… flaunting her bondage but in secret.

As soon as he came… he left the room. She was so overcome with emotion and physical bliss she kept her cheek to the table and tried to slow down her breathing. As the cum worked its way down her inner thigh to her knee, she realized that she hadn’t heard where her husband went and what he was doing.

As she peeled herself off the table, she felt his presence behind her, like he was waiting for her to collect herself and come to him.

He pushed her back down, cheek on table, ass out. He deftly inserted the peeled ginger in her ass, gave her a quick smack on each butt check and then turned her around so they were standing eye to eye. He had a smirk in his eyes and then she realized he was ready to add honey to her clit.

This was so out of character for him to be so deliberate and planning, but it showed how much he cared and how much he loved his new role.

He kneeled in front of her and applied the honey to labia and clit. It was cool and sticky and she had no idea what was going on or what this was supposed to do.

Silently he gave her a list of chores she was to complete while wearing the heels and corset. As she read, he removed the neck corset for safety. She stretched, turned her head side to side and got to it.

At the bottom of the list there was a note:

Every top of the hour, stop what you are doing. Place your new alligator clips on your smooshed nipples in the corset. Return to your chores. When 15 minutes has passed, remove the clips and continue. If at any time we cross paths today you are get on all fours immediately. You are offering me the honey from my hive I placed on your clit.

If by the end of the day you have any sweetness left, we will play in the snow and the snow with the snow.

She giggled a bit. Looked at him back in the eye, saw he was serious and then went to work. Her list included all the mundane things they usually put off until the 26th. First up, taking down the Christmas tree. There were also things like making dinner, vaccuming, dusting, alphabetizing their cd’s and movies… all the little stuff they had neglected over the years.

By noon she was ready to collapse but the list seemed endless! Her feet were not used to the heels and being so constricted made her sweaty and stiff. She did her best and was really enjoying it. She had only run into him twice so far and each time he licked and enjoyed a bit of honey. That made her very happy that she could give him some sweetness as he needed it. The honey also was a hindrance in that if she sat down, she lost some of her sweetness to the furniture. It took one little break for her to realize if she wanted the reward at the end of the day, she’d need to keep on her feet, ass off of everything and mind on the tasks, ultimately pleasing her man.

The sun had set, the stew in the oven was going and bubbling, filling the house with warm smells.

The table was set, the chores were done except for the meal. He had his glass of wine, she was adding the final touches to his favorite Beef bourguignon.

As she served his plate, he stood and took her plate from her hand. She was confused; she was so looking forward to this after a day of hard work and preserving her pussy for him future reward. Her tummy was growling.

He dumped her dish on the floor. Her only thought was that she’d have to clean it up before she made another dish.

He then just sat down without a word. As he took his first bite, he made a motion like “down” and then said “eat”.

Good thing she kept a clean house, she knelt and ate the food from the floor… no hands.

The food was good but he was having a hard time watching, eating and holding back the finale for the day.

She showed such loyalty and willingness to please. This was the longest they’d played at 24/7 style relationships and he just wanted to ravish her to the nth degree.

As she licked the final morsels from the floor, he was waiting tapping his toe. Using utensils was much more efficient, but her ass wiggling for the final parts of the meal was amusing to him, but also torture.

When she was done she looked up at him with big brown eyes… “what next”?

He motioned her to stand… had her expel the ginger that only slightly burned all day and he quickly put the neck corset on….

She didn’t know how eager he was to give her the reward.

As he led her through the sliding glass door, the rush of cold on her twat and face took her breath away.

She couldn’t turn her head or look up and down but she had an inkling of what was about to happen. It didn’t seem like a reward.

He forced her over the snow covered bench so forcefully she almost slid off and did a face plant in to the snow covered lawn.

Her hands were not restrained so she stopped herself.

After all day in the corset and the new toys, she was wet as a whistle. It was not hard, even in the cold for him to pound her ass and pussy. The snow was melting away from around them, radiating away.

Her head was focused on the steam rising around her. The cold snow working its way around her corset and face. The rhythm of their sex was over-shadowed.

And then her mind was brought into focus. The sound she heard first and then the sharp stinging pain cemented that she just got a smack on her backside. Her ass burned. The full rhythm of his sex did not falter, but got more intense. Suddenly she was not distracted by snow but was wrapped in the ecstasy of the day and the rocking of, pause and then shoot of sperm that made her smile and glow.

It took a few minutes for her to open her eyes, struggle to her feet and then find him just inside the door.

There she found candles and blankets spread on the floor. She joined him, tried to put her head in his lap. He caressed her harnessed body in appreciation coming down from the orgasm he’d held back all day.

It was the most complete day they’d had and her new toys were more than either one of them expected. A nice step for their D/s lifestyle and only a window for her into what New Year’s would bring. That cage would be used and used often.