The submissive Christmas tree - part 1 - bdsm/anal - M/f - xposted | 2016

This is the first time I did something that, while not a tradition, I have performed every year that I have had a willing sub to assist me with on Christmas.

It was college and Christmas. I didn't live with Cynthia yet, I had some roommates and we lived in an apartment complex and Cynthia had her own set up a few miles away.

One thing I learned quickly about college apartments, its that the trash area is a treasure trove of slightly used, often expensive items bought by parents, that the kids had tossed for various reasons. Best example, working big screen TV that hide some mild color misalignment issues that one of my engineer roommates fixed by fiddling with the knobs. We don't know if it was tossed because they had upgraded to a flat screen or because they couldn't figure out how to adjust the colors.

Half of the furniture in our apartment was gleaned this way and I made it a habit to stop by both my and Cynthia's trash area just in case. It was a few days until Christmas and due to some tight project deadlines, I wasn't driving home until the day before Christmas. Most of the students had already left for Christmas break. For some, this also meant moving as many would graduate at the end of the semester. Great time to trash shop.

When I saw the tree, I didn't think much at first. It was clearly a cheap fake Christmas tree, 6 feet or so. Not worth the hassle to drag into my apartment for a day or two. Still I was curious and started to mess with it.

The tree was basically a metal pole with eyelet hooks on it, the fake branches had matching pieces that sort of clicked into the base with little P shaped pieces. Their was just a large enough break in the P shape to allow the branch to be slipped into its connecting spot on the base OR as I discovered, slipped off.

I for some reason thought that with some string and a bunch of these branches, you could make a Christmas Hawaiian luau skirt. That's when the idea hit me.

OR you could make a tied up sub into a Christmas tree.

I went back to my apartment, got a garbage bag and dismantled the tree.

Cynthia and I were seriously dating at this point. She was my slave and I was her master, but we weren't “24/7” yet. Pretty damn close. She already had a list of “must do's” a mile long and was getting off on it.

We didn't have a date, she just came over everyday after going home and showering and getting ready. I texted her though.

“Hope your day is going well, I have a festive surprise for you. Wear your medium plug here.”

Cynthia had discovered to her great shock that she enjoyed anal sex and enjoyed even more the thrill of the feeling of having a plug in as a reminder of my control over her body and life. The medium plug was a bit to large for her still to wear out and about on daily life, but for the drive to my place it was perfect to get her warmed up for my plan.

I went shopping. When I got home I put the new purchases next to the garbage bag and placed a few items from my toy chest in with them.

Cynthia arrived with a big smile on her face. She was tall and very curvy, to be fair she was what you might call a BBW. A legit one, not just some slightly pudgy cute girl with low self esteem.

I greeted her at the door and she smiled and just said hello, having no clue who might here. My roommates new we were into bondage, but didn't know how far we had taken the relationship.

We stopped in the family room to chat with my roommates, the entire time Cynthia was slightly red, blushing, thinking about the butt plug in her ass, the secret she had, the secret we had. This was her “girl friend” mode. We had rules for each mode, in girlfriend mode I was highly limited to what I could do and/or say and/or order her to do. BUT I was still considered to be her dominant and there were rules around discreet play.

Then we went into my room and I locked the door and turned on music. No one outside my room would have any doubt that it was time for sex, but still, it provided a level of privacy.

Cynthia's rules at the time were strict, the way she liked them. Upon my locking the door she immediately stripped off all of her clothing, went to my night side table and pulled out a small black leather ankle cuff. She locked it unto her ankle with a small combination lock (1, 1, 1) and then turned to present to me. She knelt with her knees apart and her hands behind her back, looked at the ground, at my feet, and spoke the same line she always spoke at this point when she got into my room and into position.

“My I worship master's cock,” she asked. This was her “slave” mode. In slave mode we were pretty strict about everything. Exactly how she had to sit/stand, what she could and could not say, etc. In this mode, she was basically nothing but my play thing, my slave, something that existed for my pleasure and amusement.

I thought about it, but said “no” and walked around to make sure she had the plug in. Indeed, its black end was sticking out of her ass. She knew better than to move though. Until I gave her the signal, she was to remain in position. I was barefoot and walked around in front of her, lifted my foot into her pussy and felt its wetness on my big toe. I didn't move my foot when I asked, “What has you so excited pet? You are as wet as a whore.”

“I'm wet because I wore the butt plug and then talked to your roommates and was thinking about the plug and the surprise you said you have for me,” she said.

I pushed my toe a bit harder into her clit and then moved it and said, “You can relax Sin, for now.”

She smiled and got up and sat on the edge of my bed. This was her “sub” mode. Sub mode was somewhere in between slave and girlfriend. She was still subservient to me, but was allowed free speech and action.

“Ok,” she said, “I'm dieing to know, is it another present?”

I laughed, “I already gave you two presents!” I had given her a pretty bracelet and a fancy vibrator.

“A man should always shower his woman with presents,” she said with a smirk, “plus, you got two presents as well.” She had gotten me a video game and had gone down on me for literally three hours as I played it.

“I don't think it counts as a present when it's something I can order you to do and spank you for not doing,” I said teasing and she smirked.

“Wah wah wah,” she said. “So what is it!”

I pointed to the plastic bags on the floor and said, “Go ahead and open them.”

“You got me trash,” she asked sounding amused, “Uhh thank you master?” She went over and opened the trash bag, sifted through it and gave me a confused look.

“You aren't planning to shove these in me are you? I think I would safe word,” she said.

I shook my head. The idea hadn't occurred to me, the fake Christmas tree branches would probably be about as pleasant as having a toilet bowl cleaner shoved into you and Cynthia wasn't as much into the pain thing as some subs.

She opened the other bags then and pulled out the items. Clothes pins, cheap ornaments, green saran wrap, rope, scissors and a few sex toys including a butt plug and some vibrators.

She gave me a confused look. “I get what the toys are for but are you going to tie me to a . . .” she said and then stopped as she started to guess. The realization hitting her face in an amusing way. A sort of your crazy mixed with arousal.

I just said, “are you ready?”

I had, through a level of cleverness and lack of caring about aesthetics, created a system in my room using my bedroom and bathroom doors, where I could tie Cynthia against the wall, standing, in a spread eagle position. A rope leading from each wrist to the top of a door hinge and a rope from each ankle to the bottom of a door hinge.

It was ugly and while keeping her secure from moving much, wouldn't have held her weight, but it worked.

I tied the ropes into place, though not to her yet. “What do you think,” I asked, “I was thinking slave mode.”

She nodded and said “Yes, Master, I would enjoy being your slave for this treat.” She stayed still where she was, standing next to the bags. She wouldn't move or speak until I told her too.”

“First,” I said, “we must prepare the tree. Come here please.”

I took the rope and tied her into a fairly basic “shibari” tie. I didn't know much about shibari at the time, but could copy images I saw. I had a chris-cross network of rope on he torso anchored on her neck/shoulders and with a line that split her pussy in half, a not too tightly tied crotch rope. The rope was soft enough and the tie was light enough that it would be more pleasant than uncomfortable against her clit. I took a few other cuffs I had and put one on her right above each knee. They had little metal eyelets on them.

Have you ever slowly prepared someone for intricate bondage with dirty dirty plans for them? It takes A LONG time. There you are, slowly working on this nude cutey, thinking about what you plan to do with her and you are rock hard. Rock rock hard.

Well, its hard not to do something about it as well. I also realized I had forgotten a step in my plan.

“Next,” I said, thinking on the fly about how hard my dick was, “we need to make sure the tree's base is properly set in. Get the lube out please and grease me up.”

“Yes Master,” she said and quickly moved to get the lube from the night side table. She carefully knelt before me, squeezed it into her hand and began to stroke my dick, getting me good and lubed. She didn't know if I planned to have her jerk me off or fuck her ass, but either way she wanted to make sure I was as slick as could be.

“On your back,” I said, “on the bed. Hold your legs against your chest.” She complied immediately with only a quick “Yes Master.” She walked a bit stiffly as the ropes moved against her.

While the classic anal position tends to be a modified doggy, Cynthia and I's bodies seemed to fit best for anal in closer to a missionary with her legs pulled back up to her chest. I watched as she pulled her legs back, making the rope slide against her clit and then I moved in and pulled the rope to the side, letting me see her wet pussy and the butt plug inside her.

I stroked my fingers up and down her labia and ass cheeks, slid a finger into her pussy and started to play with her g-spot and began to pull the plug out. She moaned in pleasure, the plug was a bit smaller than my dick except at its thickest point and she had adjusted enough for it to not hurt.

I took my finger from her pussy, got the lube, squirted it onto both hands, then started to finger both her pussy and her ass, enjoying the sounds of her moaning. Then I moved my hands and slowly pushed my cock into her asshole. The plug had opened her up for me and after a few moments to let her adjust to having my full size inside her, I began to fuck her slowly. I liked the view from this position. Looking down I could see her wet, shaved pussy, her asshole puckering slightly as my cock slid in and out.

I reached down and began to rub her clit. I wasn't going to let her orgasm though. In slave mode, denial was part of the game. She liked to be forced to wait and wait and wait. Sometimes being denied for days until I finally let her come explosively.

She moaned as I fucked her and not being able to help myself, I love a bit of humiliation, ordered her to descibe in detail what was going on.

“You know what I want to here cunt,” I said.

“Yes Master,” she said. This sort of thing still embarrassed her, somehow talking about sex, during sex, got to her in a way that wearing a butt plug to school didn't. “Your fucking my ass master,” she said. “Your cock feels good inside me and your finger is on my clit and it makes me feel good master.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because of biology master,” she said. Sassy thing sometimes. I pinched her clit and she yelped slightly. “Because I am a dirty fucking slut master,” she said, “because having disgusting things done to me turns me on and makes me cum.”

“Are you going to cum slut?” I asked.

“Only if Master tells me too,” she said.

I was getting pretty close by this point, I knew how much this sort of thing humiliated her and turned her on.

“Do you want me to cum in your ass whore?” I asked.

“If master wants to, master,” she said.

“That isn't what I asked,” I said. “Will it make you happy, no I know it will make a dirty slave like you happy, tell me WHY it will make you happy.”

“Master,” she said, “getting fucked in the ass is something only dirty whores do and it turns me on to think that I am your dirty whore, so doing something dirty whores do turns you on. Having you cum in my ass will make you happy which makes me happy but is also so dirty. Especially, because I know you master and you are going to put the plug right back in when you are done and make me keep your cum in my asshole for . . .”

She didn't finish because I started to orgasm. I grunted and moaned and slammed as deep into her ass as I could, filling it with my semen.

When I could move, I slowly withdrew my cock and said, “You were close, now don't move or you are cleaning me with your mouth.” She held stock still, ass-to-mouth play wouldn't enter our sex lives for awhile yet and the idea still disgusted her beyond a point of arousal.

I went to get the other plug, the one I had picked. It was slightly thicker than her medium plug, but more importantly, it had an eyelet on the end of it. I went back to her, lubed the new plug up, and slid it inside her without to much difficulty. I had to slightly retie the shibari, but I was lazy on the back part so it was fast, and retied the knot work so that the rope now went through the eye hole of the plug. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

“Now that the tree has been properly fertilized, we need to make the tree green,” I said.

I got the green saran wrap and a bit of tape to hold the first corner in place. I started on one ankle and slowly wrapped around until I was at her crotch and then I tore it off leaving her leg covered. I couldn't help myself and slid a finger under the rope and back and forth across her clit until she squirmed a bit.

I repeated it on the other leg, first removing the ankle cuff and when I finished at the top of her leg, played with her clit again, feeling how wet she was getting as the moisture spread into the rope and then put the cuff back on.

It looked . . . ok. The green wrap gave her leg a green tint, not Christmas green, but it was good enough.

I then started to wrap at her hips so that the wrapping started just at the bottom of her mons, leaving her pussy and ass cheeks fulling exposed as their normal skin color. I wrapped my way up her body, pulling it tight enough to give her minor breathing difficulty and leaving her arms unwrapped. I stopped when I had wrapped twice under her arm pits. The plastic wrap on top of the rope work looked sort of interesting. I got the scissors and carefully cut her breasts free, pulling the bulging tits out and into the open. I love the way a good breast tie makes breasts look.

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