A X Mas Story The Red String

A Christmas story -- the red string

The hot water from the shower head splashed down on her. The shower cubicle, made of three panes of acrylic glass, was filled with thick steam. She twisted and turned enthusiastically under the water jet and lathered herself with the expensive shower gel she had found in the bathroom. She stroked the inside of her thighs and thought of the past few days with a smile. She grabbed her large, round breasts with both hands and kneaded them lustfully, pressed her nipples with her fingers and caressed her breasts. They had brought her luck, her beloved melons, as she liked to call her 105cm breasts. Guys liked them, no matter what fashion said.

She had already met a very special man, courteous, educated and apparently quite wealthy - the big win, it seemed to her, and that just a few days before Christmas. Expensive restaurants, exclusive boutiques - the life she had always wanted was waiting for her, not a life as a little secretary - but champagne in abundance.

The day before yesterday it had happened, he had asked her if she wanted to move into his house and with a pensive look he had tenderly caressed her breasts. She could give up her job too, he would love nothing more than to take proper care of her. She had hastily left her job and apartment and had moved in here yesterday with just a small suitcase. And today was Christmas Eve, life was great...

She pushed the sliding door to the side and left the shower cubicle, she was quite tall, had attractive legs, a nice butt that wasn't too big, a flat stomach and above them two impressive slightly sagging, round breasts with large areolas and small, pert nipples. Her face was oval with full red lips and big blue eyes, long, wet black hair stuck to her body. Out of habit she reached for her glasses, which were made only of window glass and were supposed to give her an intellectual look. She dried her hair and carefully applied make-up and perfumed herself with Chanel N°19 on her neck and between her breasts. In the meantime the steam had settled and she could now see the marble-tiled bathroom. She paused slightly; her suitcase had disappeared, her clothes had also disappeared.

Confused, she searched the bathroom until she found something that was obviously meant for her. A red garter belt with embroidered reindeer and Santa Claus, red fishnet stockings and the wildest pair of red Christmas boots she had ever seen, made of bright red soft leather, with at least 12cm heels, trimmed with soft white fur at the top, next to it was a red and white Santa hat and a carefully rolled up red nylon cord, certainly several meters long, the purpose of which was unclear to her. She couldn't find her panties or bra anywhere. She had to grin; Christmas was starting off well.

She slipped into the garter belt, pulled on the stockings and then stepped into the boots. A task that was not so easy, on the one hand because they were tight-fitting, and on the other because they reached well past the middle of her thighs. She put the hat on at an angle and then stood in front of the mirror. A shiver ran through her; what she saw was the hottest Santa Claus in the world.

She was the hottest Santa Claus in the world.

She left the bathroom. She found him in his study. "Here comes the Christmas present!" She leaned lasciviously against the door frame and stroked her breasts.

"So, shouldn't a present be wrapped?"

She looked at him in surprise.

"Wrapped. You don't want to hide my tits under fabric, do you? Besides, there was nothing to wrap them in!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes"

"No!"

"If you're so stubborn, I'll have to prove it to you. Come here"

She stepped towards him and held her breasts in his face. He looked at her curves with a smile. There you go, she thought, every guy loves tits.

He stood up in front of her with a smile and grabbed her hands. With an unexpectedly strong grip, he held her wrists in his left hand. He still looked her straight in the eyes. She barely noticed that he reached into the desk drawer with his right hand and pulled something out with a loud rattle. She almost missed the fact that he had skillfully put metal handcuffs on her. She stared at her bound hands in amazement. He lifted her up onto the desk and bent her back so far that she was lying flat on her back. She noticed that he was doing something to her ankles too, but just as quickly as she had been lying down, she was standing again.

She looked down at herself, she tried helplessly to raise her hands, but she couldn't. Her feet were now also chained together with solid iron bands and a short chain. Another chain connected the handcuffs and legcuffs and ensured that she couldn't raise her hands.

She looked at him and said, "Isn't it too early for these games?"

"Hardly too early, you could use a bit of discipline!"

"I see," she giggled. Men and their games, all boys

"Back to the bathroom!" He took her arm and turned her around. With small steps, the chain didn't allow any more, they went back to the bathroom. This caused her large breasts to vibrate violently, she felt strange in the restraints, in any case considerably more naked than before. He grabbed her black hair with his left hand and bent her head back slightly and led her through the entrance hall when the doorbell suddenly rang. For the first time she was frightened, he wasn't going to open the door now, was he?

"Stay here!"

With wide eyes she saw him go to the apartment door and open it, the concierge was standing outside with the mail. "Come in." She saw the caretaker come through the door and her gaze fell on her, the naked woman in chains and red boots. She shivered. She automatically tried to cover her genitals with her hands.

He snapped at her sharply: "Hands away! Knees apart!" She looked at him in dismay. "Are you deaf as a milk cow? Come on, put your hands away and your knees apart, but hurry up, or should I get the whip." Now she raised her hands as far as the chain would allow and turned her knees outwards. Since her feet were tied, she now stood with her thighs spread, somewhat bow-legged, in front of this caretaker of perhaps 60 years, who was staring with great interest at her black Brazilian strip with the strong labia. She resisted the urge to close her legs, she had been too frightened of him. Was it a game or did he want to humiliate her here?

The other two talked about the mail and the pre-Christmas events, apparently not paying any further attention to the naked pair of huge breasts. They talked about all sorts of trivialities until the concierge turned back to her and asked him, "So you have a new girlfriend?" "Yes, at Christmas you treat yourself to something special." He casually reached for her breasts and took a nipple between two fingers and held it tightly. "They're pretty, aren't they?" "I liked the American girl too, she had such great rings in her pussy."

Damn, why couldn't she get a word out, what were the two of them talking about without noticing her, and what kind of things were going on here? "The one with the rings, Judy from Montana, she's learning Chinese now - out of necessity. But please don't be mad at me, I still have to wrap a Christmas present now, but you can come back later and look at the whole thing." With these words he complimented the visitor out of the apartment door.

Then he turned back to the breasts. "Come on!" he roughly pulled her by the handcuffs. "I have other things to do!" He pushed her through the door into the bathroom. "Come on, get on your knees, sit over them, legs apart."

She crouched on her heels and just as she was about to hold out her bound hands to him and a quiet "please" came out, he pushed her hands down and made sure that the handcuffs clicked into an eyelet in the bathroom floor. "Please" came again quietly, but she already knew that she was now properly chained up, a naked chained Santa Claus in red boots and a funny hat and a pair of extremely attractive tits. "Since we don't want to scare all the neighbours, we should take precautions now" and with a malicious smile he stuck a wide strip of tape over her mouth. "mmmhhh....nnhhnn...nnhhnn.."

Suddenly he had the red nylon cord in his hand, which she had no idea what to do with. "Silly girl, it's quite obvious how to use a cord like that!" He had knotted a loop out of the cord, which he pushed over one of her breasts and pulled together with a tug. Surprised, she stared at this breast, which was tied tightly at the base and now stuck out in front of her like a ball. The pain only slowly materialized in her brain, and when it got there, she started to scream. However, her outburst could hardly be heard behind her gag. "Mmmmmhhh...uuuuuuhhhh...mmmhmm"

"Well, who's going to complain? Christmas also includes beautiful, colourful balls, and they'll be colourful tonight." In the meantime, he had also tied off the other breast at the base. Moaning, she stared at the two balls of flesh that obviously no longer had anything to do with her. They were now turning dark red, and blue veins were clearly visible under her otherwise pale skin.

She tried to catch his eye, perhaps she could change his mind with sad eyes, but she immediately lost this hope when he explained to her with a smile: "Sweetie, your method is clear, sex for money. With you even tits for money, that's acceptable, you get something for it. Normally men ruin themselves for something like that. I'm going to make excessive use of your offer now - but without ruining myself!"

As he did so, he pinched her left nipple with a smile. He then carefully began to tie her breasts criss-cross with the remaining cord until a pattern emerged, from whose diamond-shaped surfaces her plump flesh pushed out. She felt her nipples hardening more and more, her blood trying to pulse and her tortured glands screaming. She tugged at her handcuffs only to find that the eyelet in the floor really did immobilize her. The hottest Santa Claus in the world now had, instead of two freely hanging melons, two tightly tied, almost salami-shaped tits (the special kind that was made in some parts of Italy), whose nipples were swollen to almost twice their size. "The presents will come this evening when we untie the string, then you'll really have fun." "But something is missing from this pre-Christmas arrangement. Exactly! The champagne! Don't go away, I'll get a few bottles...

The arrangement was devilish, there were strong crocodile clips hanging from her nipples, which were not very pleasant on their own. Both were connected with a nylon cord which in turn was knotted with the rest of the red cord, this 'red thread' stretched limply through the bathroom to run over the upper edge of the transparent shower partition, there hung a shopping basket with six magnum bottles of "Chateau Roissy" halfway up, the red cord was clipped into the basket's hanger with a carabiner, another carabiner connected a blue cord to the hanger, this cord was under great tension because it bore the weight of the basket, this cord ran vertically upwards, then also used the shower partition as a deflection point and ran taut across the room back to her. She held this end of the cord between her teeth. He had torn the tape off with a painful tug and pushed the leash into her mouth. Luckily, she had understood the system immediately and had been biting him for an hour now, concentrating on not adding ten kilos to her tied-up breasts and clamped nipples.

How long had he said? Until Christmas? And now it was just two o'clock!