So, this year I decided to participate in a secret santa gift exchange, organized by a message board where I frequently post. It's just like a regular secret santa, where names are dropped in a hat, and are randomly assigned to each participant. The secret santa then mails their person a christmas gift. Signing up requires you to PM your name and address to the person in charge, along with a list of hints, for if your santa has trouble deciding what to send you. Since this is the internet, and many forumers don't have an intimate knowledge of their person's likes and dislikes, a certain amount of googling is necessary to gather enough data. Some people refer to this as "stalking," but it's nothing like the bad kind. You don't have to worry about your santa hiding in the bushes, following you around, or peering into the windows of your home.
So, once the deadline for signups passed, we were all PMed with our "target's" information. There was plenty of time before christmas, but I wanted to go ahead and send something out, so I wouldn't have to worry about it, later. So I hastily selected a gift that my person would probably enjoy, and shipped it out, the next day. And then I went about my usual business, over the next couple weeks. The thought that I would be getting a gift, as well, drifted to the back of my mind.
I had almost completely forgotten about the secret santa game, when one morning I found that I had received two emails listed as being from "SANTA."
The first email started out normally enough, but...:
"Dear April,
I am your Secret Santa, this year. (Hope you don't mind, but I'll be communicating with you, using an alternate email address, so as to not reveal my forum identity prematurely.)
I must say that I've quite enjoyed stalking you, so far. I followed you to your other forums, read your blog, perused your flickr photo albums, and perhaps stumbled upon some websites that you thought I wouldn't find. So, I've read your OTHER blog, and studied your OTHER set of photos. And imagine Santa's surprise, when there were videos, as well! It would appear that you are a very naughty girl, April. Did you think using a different screen name for those perverted websites would be enough to escape Santa's jolly gaze? How does it feel to know that Old Saint Nick was watching intently, while you wore little more than Knee-Socks and touched yourself?
Well anyway, I feel that I've reached a roadblock in my e-stalking of you. So I think I'll be taking a more active approach, very soon.
Be Good,
SANTA"
Reading that, I got a little worried, thinking that my "Santa" might expose my dirty little secret to the forum. At the time, I didn't think much of that "active approach" remark.
The second email was just a screenshot of my xHamster page, an attached file of the song "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town," and the only text was some of its lyrics:
"...He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good..."
I always found those lyrics a little creepy. I decide not to reply to Santa's emails.
The next day, I get a call from an unlisted phone number. At first, after answering, all I can hear is breathing on the other end; but when I'm about to end the call, a deep voice starts to speak, slowly. "ho, ho, ho. Happy Holidays, April."
"Who is this?" I ask.
"It's Santa. Your Secret Santa, that is."
"How the hell did you get my number?"
Ignoring my question, he continues, "I was able to collect much more data, since I emailed you. And I've got a pretty good idea of what your christmas gift will be. I need time to prepare everything, but I bet you'll really like it."
After that, he abruptly hangs up, and I go about my day, as usual.
A week passes, without any messages or calls from Santa. That night, I watch some hentai, which quickly starts to get me excited; so I start rubbing my nipples, through my shirt. And just as I start to remove my pants, my phone beeps, indicating that I have a text message. It says, "No bondage, today?" It's from an unlisted number, so I just assume it was sent to me by mistake, and ignore it. Then, I grab a string of beads and place them against my crotch (because the bumps feel good against my pussy), and start to pull it slowly back and forth. Shortly after starting, another text comes, "I'd like to see you in chains." It seems strange to me, that I'd get "wrong number" messages like that, right now. But again, I ignore it, and return to my beads, pulling them harder against my clit; grinding against them until I reach orgasm. Then I lean back into my chair, while my excess juice drips onto the seat. No further texts come, that night, so I assume they realized it was the wrong number.
A few days later, I spend Christmas Eve alone, watching movies on TV, and eating leftover pizza. Then I have a nice long shower and crawl into bed to sleep.
A few hours later, I awake with a start as someone yanks the covers off of the bed. Someone has broken into my room! A gust of cold winter air implies that they came in through the window, but I don't have time to contemplate further than that before the light switches on. Squinting against the sudden brightness, I see that the intruder is a tall muscular young man, wearing a santa suit several sizes too large. He's even carrying a big red sack and wearing an ill-fitting fake beard. Before I can ask who he is or what he wants, he lunges forward and pins me to the bed. I try to fight him, but my small frame is no match for such a big powerful body. Securing both of my wrists in one large hand, he uses the other to rummage through his sack. While searching for something, he says, "Merry Christmas, April. You may have guessed by now, but I'm your Secret Santa. Be a good girl and co-operate, or links to your dirty blog might end up all over the forum. And your family and friends might just get some of your naked photos in the mail. If you behave and do exactly as Santa says, then you'll get a reward and this can be an enjoyable experience for both of us. Understand?"
Not knowing what to say, I reply, "Y-yes, Santa."
After pulling out some rope, he begins by tying my arms behind my back, and shoving a bit gag into my mouth. Then he positions me so that I'm kneeling on the bed, with my legs spread apart, and uses a spreader bar to be sure I keep them that way. And lastly, he forces me to lean forward until my chest is pressed against the mattress, and somehow ties me so that I can't leave that position. The result is that I have my ass sticking up in the air, and no way to defend myself, when he rips off my nightgown.
He takes a moment to admire his handy work, and snap a few cell-phone photos of my fully exposed nether region. Then he picks up his sack and says, "At first, I only intended to send you a kindle book, or something; but then I got a better idea when I stumbled upon your blog and all those naughty photos and videos. Knowing that my target was secretly a perverted bondage slut- tying yourself up, spreading your legs for all the internet to see, and getting off on knowing that other perverts are stroking their cocks while watching you... I figured there's only one way Santa can please such a dirty girl: By punishing her."
Santa goes on to explain that he used his expert stalking skills to find my cell phone number, hide in the bushes outside my window, and observe me for a couple weeks. He even broke into my home on multiple occasions, while I was at work, to install hidden cameras and rifle through my underwear drawer. He points to one camera in particular, situated on the wall opposite the bed that he says is a webcam broadcasting santa's gift to the internet. Apparently, he also hacked my blog to provide my readers with an embedded link to the steaming broadcast.
Then he empties his sack of "toys" onto the bed. (All Christmas-themed sex toys. Where did Santa even find all of these?) First he selects a bottle of peppermint-scented lube, and squirts some onto my ass and makes a pointless mess of rubbing the pink ooze all over my lower body and down my thighs. Then he rubs a generous amount around my butthole, before pressing the nozzle of the bottle against the hole and squeezing hard, sending a large amount of the lube gushing inside me. The juice is cold at first, so I flinch and squirm, but then as my body heat warms it up, I start to enjoy the slimy feeling. Then he picks up a fat green buttplug designed to look like a christmas tree, and slowly pushes it into my well-lubricated hole. I moan lightly, as it gradually stretches my opening more and more before popping completely inside. After that, Santa reveals that it's a vibrating buttplug, and turns the vibe on, at the lowest setting.
He sits back and watches me for a while, my butt wiggling as I squirm against the ropes, occasionally making surprised moans whenever he randomly turns the vibration up to a much higher setting. Once he starts to get bored with that, he pulls me into an upright sitting position, but leaves the plug in, on a medium setting.
He then begins fondling my breasts, slapping them lightly and pinching my nipples. "Santa was right about you, April," he says, "you love having that big plug up your ass, don't you?" slap slap "I bet you're already getting wet, you slut. Clearly, this isn't adequate punishment, for you." Pushing me down onto my chest again, he picks up another item, from his pile of naughty toys. A very long, thick dildo, with red and white stripes, like a candy cane. Then he removes the buttplug and tosses it aside. "This isn't big enough for such a perverted girl. But Santa has something much better for you." After slathering the snake-like dildo with lube, he starts pushing it into my butthole. The first few inches feel good sliding in, but I gasp as it starts to slowly venture deeper than I thought it would. Deeper than I've ever had anything else. (I close my eyes and wonder if this is what it would feel like if a curious tentacle was invading my ass.) My panting grows heavier as it fills me up more and more, until I feel completely full; but then mmm I moan as it goes in a little deeper, still, and I can aaahh feel the other end slip inside. It tries to slide out, but Santa pushes it back inside me. "Try to hold it in, April, like a good girl. If, for thirty minutes, you can resist the urge to show the whole internet what it looks like to poop out a giant red and white dildo, you'll get a reward. But if you just let it all slide out onto your bed, like a dirty girl, you'll be punished."
He pulls out a festive egg timer and sets it for thirty minutes. As I struggle to hold the dildo in, Santa sets up a second webcam showing a close-up of my butt, then sits down to enjoy the show.
I try my best to hold it in, clenching whatever butt muscle is is good for that. But it's hard, in this position, with my legs spread and ass sticking up in the air... Hard to keep the hole closed. After a few minutes, I start to pant and sweat. Being so full makes it feel like I need to use the bathroom, as my body desperately tries to eject the thing. But it kind of feels good, every time I shift, I can feel it bumping around inside me, and again I imagine a writhing tentacle. I also ponder what the reward would be, if I could hold it in, or the punishment, if I can't. It's exciting to consider the possibilities, but also frightening, as I wonder if I should have tried to call the police, when I still had the chance. As my imagination continues to run perverted scenarios, I wonder if I'll be abducted- if "Santa" will kidnap me away to the north-pole to be continually used as his sexual plaything, long after Christmas is over. I wonder if he has a stable full of young women from his "naughty" list, in various forms of bondage. Then I envision eight busty, naked ladies wearing harnesses and fake antlers, pulling santa's sleigh down a crowded street, while shocked onlookers gawk and whisper snap photos of their sinful procession. Fluffy little reindeer tails, attached to buttplugs, bobbing as they trot along.
No idea how much time passed, and I guess I got wrapped up in my thoughts and relaxed too much; because suddenly I feel the long christmas dildo start to poke its way out of my anus and slowly escape. I consider trying to re-clench, and stop it from coming out any further, but it feels too good sliding out, that I just let it go. mmm Right after the last of it drops out onto the bed, I hear the ding if the timer. SO CLOSE! Just a little longer, and I would have...... won a really weird challenge.
Santa rises from his seat, and says "bad girl, April. You didn't hold it in, like Santa asked you to. And your face looked so contented while you were shitting out that christmas monstrosity. Looks like you'll have to be punished, after all."
Gathering some items from his pile of toys, he first takes that long thick dildo and shoves it back into my ass, this time following up with the buttplug from before, to hold it into place. "Since you can't hold it in on your own, we'll try it this way." Then he turns the vibration up to the highest setting and picks up another item, a paddle with a cartoon santa drawn on it. Without bothering to comment, he goes straight to work, spanking my naughty ass with it. He'll paddle one cheek a few times, then switch to the other for a while, and continue to alternate back and forth. Not spanking hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough that the skin will probably be red when he's finished.
When he was satisfied that I had been thoroughly spanked, he set down the paddle, grabbed his empty sack, and walked over to the open window.
........ Then he climbed out the window, chuckling to himself.
Uh... Hey santa, where ya goin'?
aaaaand, he's gone.
And I'm still all tied up, and gagged, and and....... crap.
I wonder how my housemates will react, upon discovering me, when they return from visiting family, in a couple days.
But they might not be the first to find me, since that window is still wide open, and the webcams are still broadcasting my predicament to the internet.
"He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!""
THE END!
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Part of this story was inspired by an animated .gif I saw somewhere, that was taken from a porn scene.
Here is the link to it. XD
