Christmas Memories

A/N: A story of Christmas...sex. My first, please don't hate me for it.

Christmas Night: Bondage
A whole piece of Christmas themed sex, Flames accepted

It was Christmas Eve and Dawn was feeling bored. Her boyfriend and love, Dylan, was away and she was done wrapping presents. She rubbed the window, which revealed a slight snowfall and a trace of her reflection, brown eyes and black hair with perfect skin. She laid on her bed with nothing to do.
She took off her panties, showing a wet spot that darkened the light pink. Her fingers traced a line in between her legs and back through the skirt, repeating the motions. A small wet spot appeared on her skirt, but it was no good, she was already used to her sadistic boyfriend who would pin down her arms and hurt her in an aesthetically beautiful way; she wouldn't settle for anything less.
She looked at the desk and took some leftover ribbon, which she wrapped around one of her ankles. An image appeared in her mind, a man with black hair and a thinned line of hair covering his forehead was next to her tying the ribbons on. Even in her mind, she instantly recognized him as Dylan. The other ankle quickly became tied as she remembered the feeling of his skin. She pulled her legs away, but they wouldn't budge.
It was just about Christmas and she already had a present for him. 'Another present couldn't hurt,' she thought to herself. And she had just the present, her body.
Dylan would be home in about 20 minutes. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her arms. The restrictions on her legs made her body hotter. Dawn couldn't resist the chance of playing with herself. Her hands moved and touched her breasts, merely touched at first, but started to hold them. Then massage them. Then tease her nipples.
5 minutes left, she regained control of her senses and desires. A spot on her skirt between her legs, without panties to absorb some of the wetness, was soaking from her love juices. She unbuttoned it and threw it off. There was an unnoticeable mark on her clit from the last time Dylan pierced her there. He had let it heal just to play with it again.
She caressed the engorged skin on her clit and caught herself just as she was about to lose herself to desire again. She wrapped her thighs and waist with the last of her gift wrap. The wrapping paper hugged against her curves and became moist almost immediately.
3 minutes left, 3 minutes to midnight. She took an unused bow and stuck it to her left nipple. She pulled to check its adhesiveness and it stuck hard. There'd be no way to remove it without pain or tearing of skin. She was afraid but all it did was turn her on even more.
She tied her left wrist to a bedpost and, with the experience of being a sadist's lover, used her free wrist to tie itself to the bedpost. She wouldn't be able to get out unless someone came and freed her.
Dylan came minutes later. Following a trail of chocolates on the ground, he made his way to the bedroom and opened the door.
The first words to reach his ears were “Merry Christmas Dylan, please enjoy your present.”
Too shocked to think, he said the first thing that came to his mind.
“I will.”
He made his way to the bed and unwrapped her body. The damp paper made his hands wet and his fingers briefly brushed against her skin. Her pleasure heightened from the soft touches across her hips and thighs. The gift wrap became an annoyance to her, the only thing preventing her from reaching her peak.
Once it was finally removed, Dylan untied her arms and retied her to the ceiling, standing. She reacted with almost no resistance, the only resistance she showed was meant only to make him horny.
Dylan moved his hand closer to her opening. She watched him with longing. Dylan noticed her eyes staring straight at his hand and stopped.
'She wants this more than I do,' he thought.
He rubbed the areas around her wet pussy, making sure not to touch anywhere that would pleasure her. Then he rubbed closer until he heard a gasp. His fingers moved away and started to massage her breasts.
'Why won't he touch me there...I'm sure he knows how much I want it...' The thought came to her. He DID know and was just teasing her.
'He wants me to beg for it...I'm not begging...' She hid her lust, but it was obvious from her wetness how much she wanted it.
Another hand moved to her other breast, a bow was keeping her nipple covered and protected. He slowly pulled it off, ripping off small amounts of her skin. She gasped in pain and pleasure. She struggled against the ribbons holding her standing. Her lust grew as her will to resist diminished.
“You want it, don't you?” Dylan was massaging both her nipples, one of them stung painfully.
She nodded slowly but refused to speak. She was afraid she might tell him to fuck her in every direction.
He placed his lips next to her ear and whispered, “I don't like that answer.”
Taking a clover clamp in his fingers, he placed one end on her stinging nipple and squeezed it tightly.
A sensation moved through her body, going from her breasts to her waist, then to her lips, releasing a moan, finally centering themselves between her legs. She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure last throughout her body, followed by a sharp pain that made her gasp and sweat.
“P-Please Dy-”
Another clamp was fastened onto her. She felt the same rewarding sensation flow through her body, but the pain never followed. Dylan noticed her reaction, the soft moans and gasps that meant she wanted his love.
“You really do like this, you love it, don't you?”
She averted his gaze, “Yes”
“Answer it in the form of the question.” Dylan started playing with the chains on the clamps.
“Yes, I love it.” She kept her eyes from meeting his.
“Do you need it?”
“Yes,” she whispered, another gasp shortly followed as he pulled the chains.
“I told you to answer it in the form of the question.” He added more force onto the chains.
“Yes, I need it.” The chains were released and Dawn started breathing deeply.
“What do you want me to do to you?” The chains were being played with again, teasingly this time...in a way that made her body feel relaxed and made her libido run wild. She stared into his eyes, her own eyes were blank. The only thing she wanted was to satisfy her body.
“I want you to do me.” Dylan smiled as she said this. He had broken her will and he wanted to play with the broken pieces longer.
“Where?” Dylan thought about ways to tease her until she could no longer take it and even her own lust would be torture to her.
Dawn murmured softly, in a barely audible tone, “I want you to do me everywhere.”
Dylan looked at her with soft eyes, then came up for an answer for her. “You're not receiving pleasure tonight.” Dawn almost cried at the answer, but nodded.
“I'll be more than happy though, to torture you,” he said.
Dawn looked to the side. Her desires were taking over her body and mind. “Please torture me,” she finally said.
Dylan walked over to the tree and took a few ornaments off. He took another nipple clamp and tightened it on her clit. She moaned as he did this, trying to climax from the pain, but she already recovered from the time without pleasure. She was far from coming. He hooked the ornament onto one of the nipple clamps.
“How much do you think it weighs,” Dylan asked. Dawn was gasping for breath, she didn't know, but she did know that it weighs too much to be considered safe.
“I don't know how much it weighs...”
Dylan touched the heavy glass ball hanging from her nipple, she grimaced in pain and closed her eyes as it swung side to side, pulling her nipple left and right, left and right again.
“It's eight ounces,” he whispered into her ear. She felt like her nipple would rip off, he kept tapping it to make it swing faster. She took deeper breaths and gasps. Then he let it stop and placed a second one on her nipple.
The ornaments' weight pulled down on her chest and stretched her nipples and she was relieved that both her nipples were being pulled on now, softly and steadily now, instead of swinging which jerked at her breasts painfully...but something wasn't right. He had another ornament in his hand, a large one.
The only thing she could think of was having the ornament on the clit clamp. She was desperate for any attention to her clit and didn't try to resist as he hooked it on. He let it drop and she screamed in pain. She gasped and almost screamed, the ball felt as if it would tear her clit off.
“If you can endure all of this without making a noise, I'll let you come.”
Dawn was filled with hope and pressed her lips shut. Dylan played with all three ornaments, bouncing, swinging and pulling them. Soon, it was too much, a loud gasp of pain escaped her lips and she caught herself a second after.
“O-one more chance...p-please?” Her voice was shaky and desperate. She had been on the brink of orgasm twice now, but was not able to reach her peak.
“How much do you want to come?” He slipped a finger inside of her, all her logic had melted. All she knew was that she needed to do whatever he said.
“I want to come so much that...I'll be your slave for it.” Her voice got quieter at the end, but Dylan was pleased.
“Dear, you already are my slave.” He flicked the ornament on her clit, sending a vibrating sensation up the chain and into her clit. She became tamed by the pleasure once again.
“Then I'll be yours forever.”
“You already are, I love you.”
“I love you too.” The moment those words were said, his finger started moving in and out, pumping her gently. She felt the pleasure running through her body.
'This feels so different from before,” she thought. As she was about to come, he stopped. Dawn was left with a disappointed look on her face as she felt the orgasm slipping away.
Dylan removed the clamps from her nipples and clit. The pleasure of freedom on her sensitive parts was too great. Dylan took one nipple in his mouth and bit it tightly, the pain spread across her body. Just as Dawn stopped feeling the pain, the other nipple was pinched and twisted. She leaned her head back and gave a whimper of painful pleasure.
He took her clit in his fingers and pinched it using his fingernails. She closed her eyes and felt Dylan's fingers release her clit. An open candy cane was slid into her body, including the curve at the end. Dylan then pinched it again, with his fingernails, pulled it and twisted it. Pleasure flooded in and a final sharp squeeze made her come painfully and go unconscious.

She was naked and asleep next to him until she woke up. She took his head onto her lap and played with his hair. She just then noticed her lack of clothing when she felt some of his hair being wet. She smiled at the memory of last night. Then kissing him and feeling his member while he was still asleep. Even while he was unconscious and dressed, he got harder until after continuous rubbing until he came in his boxers. She smiled gently to the idea that she could pleasure him even when he didn't know it.
Her breasts and they were sore from pulling. Her clit was near bleeding point and her body was in agony; she loved it.

Dawn wasn't a masochist, she hated pain. She was just the lover of a sadist.

A/N: Don't you feel kind of sorry for Dawn, she fell in love with a sadist. Especially since she's based on my girlfriend.
And Dylan is based on me.

By the way, in real life, she isn't as I portrayed her here. This is just a fantasy of her.
If it was real, I'd die happy...