Christmas Bonds

This is my entry for the

Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest 2024

. Please vote, and let me know what you think in the comments.

"Fucking hell," Lisa muttered, tightening yet another a screw. "That's, what, like the 200th screw?"

"Well... I mean, it's a lot," Matt said. "But I think it said there were only -"

"Fine, 300 then. At least. 'Some assembly required,' my ass," she retorted testily. "These things drive me crazy. At least this is the last one. Umm... it is the last one, right?"

"Should be," Matt said, looking around at the debris from various hastily-assembled presents scattered across the floor. "The rest are all wrapped."

"Finally. God, I need a drink," Lisa sighed. "Why do we have kids put out milk for Santa and not whiskey?"

Matt hopped up. "Well, I may be useless at assembling large Christmas presents, but I can definitely help with that." He moved off to the kitchen, leaving Lisa alone for a moment. She started picking through presents, making sure everything was ready. Her brow furrowed as she picked a box up, looking quizzically at it. Just then, Matt returned, announcing, "A drink for my lady."

Lisa stood up and reached out to take the drink, swirling the amber liquid around a few times before taking a sip of it. "Ooh, that's delicious. Is this that new bottle you picked up?"

"Yup. I figured you'd like it. What's that?" he asked, pointing to the box Lisa was holding in her left hand.

"I was about to ask you that," Lisa replied, raising her eyebrows as she turned to look at her husband. "You really don't know?"

"Me? Not a clue. I didn't wrap anything in that paper. What's it say?"

Lisa took another sip of her drink before setting it down so she could open the tag and read it. "For Lisa and Matt, a Christmas Eve adventure." She looked back up, confusion etched on her face. "Who put this in here?"

Matt shrugged. "Got me. Go ahead and open it, I guess."

"If this adventure involves a screwdriver or another badly made Allen wrench, I'm heaving it out the window into the snow," she said, starting to rip the paper.

Underneath the paper was an ornately decorated wooden box. She looked up at Matt, who just shrugged again, and she gingerly lifted the lid of the box. Inside, nestled against the velvet lining, lay a delicate strand of a silken rope, the silk catching the glow from the many-colored Christmas tree lights. The rope was carefully coiled, and resting atop the loops lay a small, folded note, her name written in flowing script across the top. "You liar," she laughed. "Now I know it's from you. I know it's been a while since we got to play, although I'm not quite sure what part of me you expect to tie with something that short."

But Matt just looked more confused. "I mean, yes, it's been... well I don't even know how long. Too long. But I didn't get you that. And that's not my handwriting," he said, pointing to the note.

"Uh huh. Unless you're a much bigger blabbermouth than I think, I don't think anyone else would have thought to get a rope," she said, reaching for the note. "But, sure, let's see what our 'mystery gift-giver' says." She opened it, and laughed again. "What, did you forget to actually write on the note card?" she teased, holding up the blank piece of paper, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"But I didn't..." Matt started. "Wait, look at it..." he continued, causing her to turn her head towards the paper. As they watched, script started to appear, as though being written before their eyes by an invisible hand.

"Ho ho ho, Lisa! Sometimes the best presents are those that are enjoyed while still in their wrapping. This rope, crafted by my elves and enchanted by starlight, will lead you to a realm where festive bonds bring hearts closer. Your touch is all that it needs. With a twinkle, Santa."

The two were silent for a minute as they tried to process what had just happened. "As I was saying, definitely not from me," Matt finally said, breaking the silence.

"OK, sure, but... Santa?" Lisa said skeptically. "It's a cool trick with the paper, but... 'enchanted by starlight'? From Santa?"

"Well... now what?" Matt asked, still looking perplexed as Lisa examined the note again.

"I guess," Lisa began as she reached for her drink, "we find out what a starlight-enchanted rope does." With that, she threw back the rest of her drink, set the tumbler down, then reached out to pick the rope up out of the box.

As soon as her fingers brushed the strands, it seemed to stir, as though the heat from her hand was waking it from a slumber. Lisa looked down in stunned silence as the rope extended, winding around her wrist then up her arm. It traced a path across the back of her neck then back down her other arm, wrapping around her left wrist.

Matt started to open his mouth as though to speak but the words died on his lips as more strands of rope, seemingly materializing out of thin air, appeared from either side of her neck, the ends racing down her sternum, wrapping round each other and knotting together in intervals as the rope kept getting longer. As the rope pulled, her shirt started to shimmer with an otherworldly light, the fabric seeming to almost dissolve.

Lisa jumped and let out a yelp of surprise as the strands dipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants then shot up her back. Her shirt was almost entirely gone now and Matt watched, transfixed, as the two ends of the rope whipped around the sides of her torso, looping around the front part of the rope between the knots, pulling them tight.

It seemed to Lisa like almost no time at all had passed since she touched the rope and now her chest was covered in what looked like diamond lattices, her breasts perfectly framed in two of the openings. The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree reflected off the rapidly twisting rope, casting radiant hues on her skin.

"Sure hope the kids don't try to sneak a peek at Santa tonight," she quipped, having finally regained her voice as the rope finished tying around her torso. Her pants flared with light then, just as more rope appeared from somewhere, wrapping around her legs, tying them tightly together. Matt stared at his wife, dumbstruck by what was happening as her pants seemed to fade out of existence, revealing the tight crotch rope buried deep in her pussy as the source of Lisa's earlier yelp.

The rope itself seemed to start generating its own light, getting bright enough to light up the whole room, then pulsed with a bright flash that had both of them closing their eyes. When the light faded and they reopened their eyes, Matt's jaw fell open in surprise. Their familiar living room with the tree and scattered presents was gone, and they were now in a much larger room, festively decorated with lights and garlands. Matt turned around, slowly taking it all in. "Everything but a Christmas tree," he mused.

"Well, about that..." laughed Lisa. He turned back to see his wife's transformation into a Christmas "tree" seemingly complete, albeit a much kinkier tree than the one they'd decorated with the kids. A spreader bar had seemingly appeared behind Lisa's back while Matt was looking away, her wrists spread apart and forcing her arms at an angle as though the branches of a tree. Each twist and knot in the rope was generating its own light, all in different colors.

Even wilder were the ornaments. They were hooked onto the ropes binding her at different points, providing cheery decoration, as long as you were willing to consider an assortment of sex toys as decorative.

"This... this is amazing," he finally managed to say.

Lisa, by now utterly unable to move, looked at him with a wry smile. "Fine," she started. "You win. I definitely, 100%, don't think this was from you. Nice outfit, too." She wondered briefly at the calm they both seemed to be feeling given the insane circumstances. More Santa magic, she wondered?

Matt looked down, seeming to only now realize his shirt was gone and his jeans replaced by leather pants. "Whoa," he muttered, blinking in surprise.

Lisa laughed warmly. "Seriously, how in God's name did you not notice your shirt disappearing and the new pants?"

Matt stepped forward, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her tight against him. She squealed in happy surprise as he pulled her lips towards his, kissing her deeply as her bare breasts smushed against his chest and his hand gripped her ass.

When he finally let her go, stepping back, he grinned at her. "Hello? How long have we been together, sweetie?" he laughed. "I'd be lucky to notice if my clothes caught on fire if you were standing in front of me naked."

"Mmmmm," Lisa purred, shaking her boobs at him. "Glad you still like the view."

"Now, let's see if Santa left me any presents by this tree," he mused, walking around her and looking at the toys hanging from her ropes.

Lisa gasped in mock outrage. "Me, asshole. He left you: me. What else could you possibly ask for?"

"What a rude tone," Matt teasingly retorted. "Well now I definitely know what ornament to use first." Lisa tried to turn her head to see what he had unhooked from her wrist, but he'd already stepped behind her. She realized what he had just in time and clamped her mouth shut as he held the green ball gag up to her lips.

"Open wide, darling," he said in a sing-song voice. She waggled her eyebrows at him, keeping her lips pressed together. He reached with his other hand for one of her nipples, rolling it between his finger and thumb to make it erect before pinching it. She smiled, pursing her lips tightly together and shook her head at him.

Matt changed gears, moving from her nipple to her armpit, which he began tickling. She squealed in laughter, and the moment she did, he pushed the ball into her mouth, behind her teeth, and buckled the gleaming leather straps around her head. She mewled in outrage through the gag although her twinkling eyes told a different story.

"Oh, come on, it's even a Christmas color," he teased, kissing her stretched lips over the gag. "You've always liked green. Now, what else did Santa leave me to play with?" he mused, walking back around to stand before her, his fingers tracing the path of the ropes across her skin. She shivered as his hand brushed the underside of her breast.

"These look fun!" he exclaimed, holding aloft two cheery looking red bows. "Presents always look better with bows. And you seem to be doing double duty at the moment as a tree and, as I believe you recently pointed out, my present from Santa." She shrugged her shoulders and wondered where he'd stick them.

Her eyes widened as he turned the bows around. In place of the tape she'd expected, each bow had a spring-loaded metal clamp in the center. "Told you they looked like fun," he said. "Now, left or right first, do you think? Eenie meenie miney... mo!" he finished, holding a bow in front of her right breast.

She screwed her eyes shut, waiting for the clamp to bite her nipple. After several seconds, she opened them again, puzzled, just in time to see Matt's grin as he released the jaws of the clamp to snap right onto her right nipple. She let out a muffled shriek at the sudden sensation shooting through her, shutting her eyes again and biting down hard on the gag as her chest heaved.

After the initial wave of feeling had passed, she got her breathing back under control and opened her eyes to see her husband standing there looking at her with a goofy looking grin. "Honestly it's worth putting them on just to see your tits bounce like that," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes at him, but twisted her body around and arched her back, thrusting her left breast toward him. "I knew you'd love it," he said, laughing out loud at her brazenness. She locked eyes with him as he released the other clamp, slowly this time, onto her other nipple.

The initial pain was different, but the ache that remained once it passed matched the feeling in her other breast perfectly. "I always loved unwrapping your tits, but this might be the first time I've wrapped them. I'd probably do it more often it was always like this."

Lisa's eyebrows shot up and an incredulous sound escaped her as she jerked her head towards him sharply.

"Oh... I guess, yeah," he chuckled sheepishly. "I guess I do wrap them up with rope a fair bit. I meant, like, as a present, and... umm..."

Her eyebrows somehow crawled higher on her face. She couldn't hold it for long though before her face relaxed and she giggled at him, the sound unmistakable even through the gag.

She squealed as he reached out to flick one of the clamp-bows before he walked around her again, his fingers lightly trailing down and back up her outstretched arm as he did. His hand dropped from her upper arm to graze the side of her boob then she felt his other hand connect with her ass with a sharp spank. She made a surprised noise, then stuck her bottom out at him and shook it as though daring him.

"My gorgeous shameless slut," he laughed, using both hands to pepper her with quick stinging slaps. As he did, Lisa realized the ropes seemed be somehow shifting as her body moved, tightening their grip on her as though cocooning her. Matt seemed oblivious to it, continuing his loving assault on her backside.

After one last particularly hard slap that made her jerk in her bonds, he stopped and gently rubbed her reddened flesh with his hands, making her moan softly in contentment. "First time I've ever spanked a Christmas tree," he mused.

Lisa felt his fingers shift, then, trailing lower and lower. She clenched her fists as he worked a finger between the twin strands of rope bisecting her, reaching up to her wet entrance. "Someone sure seems to be enjoying Christmas Eve," Matt chuckled.

He kept working his finger deeper, curling it inside her. Lisa could feel her body responding, his touch the perfect combination of familiar and thrilling. She pushed back against him, trying to get more of him, more pressure or friction or anything. The ropes seemed to be gently pulsing as he thrust his finger in and out of her, making it feel like his touch was everywhere on her body all at once.

"I should see if there are any other cool ornaments, though," he teased, slowly dragging his finger out of her as she groaned in disappointment. "Oh I bet you'd like this one." She opened her eyes to see him walking around in front of her holding what looked for all the world to be an overly large and oddly shaped candy cane.

She raised her eyebrows, looking skeptically at it as she tried to guess what Matt intended to do with it. But as he turned it around in his hand and suggestively wrapped his fist around the crook of the toy she suddenly realized it and another giggle escaped her plugged mouth. Matt brought the toy closer to her face, brushing her lips with the crook of it then letting it trace a slow path along her skin, bumping up over the ropes indenting her torso as he worked it down her body. Lisa shuddered as he pressed the crook of the toy -

For sure the first Christmas-themed sex toy I've had in me,

she thought - in between the ropes and up into her pussy.

Matt pivoted it, pressing the shaft against her mound, over the ropes still embedded between her lips, holding the top of it right over where her clit was. He leaned in to kiss her neck, enjoying the feeling of her body shivering, as she almost always did when he kissed that spot.

He flicked a switch on the toy and it jumped to life. She closed her eyes and tried focus on the feelings - the pinch of the clamps on her nipples, the ball pressing against the inside of her mouth, the toy nestled in her pussy, the squeeze of the ropes, Matt's arm wrapped around her waist steadying her, and the delicious vibrations of the toy.

And then everything started turning up. The ropes resumed their pulsing trick, the vibrator resonating through the magical strands, carrying, somehow, pure pleasure all over her body. Her eyes opened in wonder and it was as if the entire room was shimmering, pulsing along with her.

Matt watched in awe and lust as Lisa squirmed and bucked against the ropes. The twinkling colors emitted by the cords shifted and sped up. He moved his hand up, caressing the smooth skin of her breast and gave a gentle tug to one of the colorful bow clamps.

She shuddered again as the sensation seemed to travel from her breast down to her core and then all over her again. Matt grinned, flicking her clamp again. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, never letting go of her as his eyes traveled up and down over her shaking body.

Lisa's mind was nearing overload. She had never felt anything quite like this before, and some part of her marveled at how quickly her impending climax was building. She didn't know if it was the crazy enchanted cords, the magic of the room, or what, but she was sure she didn't have long.

Matt's left hand continued playing with her breast and nipple while his right hand continued holding the vibrator firmly against her. He kissed her neck, squeezing her body to him. "Come for me, my sexy Christmas tree," he whispered into her ear, giving the clamp on her nipple one more firm tug.

Lisa's world was an explosion of sensation. The ropes seemed to come even more alive as her orgasm crashed over her, pressing into her flesh, warming her and carrying the shockwaves of her climax all over her. The nipple clamps constricted, somehow, biting with exquisite pressure. Even the ball gag seemed to play a part, swelling in her mouth and bottling up her cries of ecstasy and joy for just a moment.

"Just like that," he murmured, continuing to press the vibrator against her clit, keeping her orgasm going as she twisted and trembled in the ropes and his arm. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

Finally, the intensity of her orgasm began to ebb. The gag seemed to constrict again, giving her jaw some relief. The clamps loosened just a bit, keeping their firm pressure on, and the lights emitting from the ropes dimmed and faded as they relaxed their hold on her somewhat, feeling more like an extension of Matt's embrace than a tight restraint.

The vibrator slowed and finally stopped and Matt gave her another minute to catch her breath before he gently eased the toy out of her, working it back out between the ropes and causing her to shudder once more.

Lisa sagged against him, her legs feeling like jelly as she struggled to remain standing. She was pretty sure she'd have collapsed by now if Matt weren't supporting her. She blinked in a daze, the sights of the room slowly coming back into focus as she gazed up at her love in wonder.

Matt tossed the candy cane vibrator aside, letting it clatter to the floor as he cupped Lisa's face in his hands. "That is definitely the fastest I have ever seen you go from assembling Christmas toys to orgasm," he laughed. His eyes roamed over her flushed features, taking in her glazed expression and the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, peppering her face with tender kisses. When he reached her mouth, he kissed her lips around the gag.

"God, you're incredible," he smiled, his thumbs gently caressing her cheekbones. "Watching you come like that... best thing ever."

Lisa's breasts pressed against his chest, the bow clamps caught between them. She wondered if this magical Christmas Eve adventure was over, or if there was more to come. Part of her wasn't sure she could handle anything else, while another part of her couldn't wait to see more of whatever crazy sorcery had brought them here.

She didn't have long to wait before the room around them began to shift and shimmer once more, as if reforming itself somehow. The Christmas lights decorating the room and her body grew brighter, casting flickering shadows along the walls. The ropes binding her legs tightly together suddenly loosened from around her thighs and calves.