Chapter 1

“I am here to drop off Joy’s homework,” Olivia said as she stood in front of my door. She was wearing a tight sweater that accentuated her tits perfectly. It was a little nippy outside because it was getting close to Christmas. She was holding my sister’s work in her gloved hands and impatiently waiting for me to let her inside our house.

Olivia is one of my sister’s best friends at school. She has dark hair, very tall, and is half-Korean. I’ve had a crush on her since the 6th grade, but she barely seemed to register I existed. She’s never been inside our house before – most of our friends weren’t permitted inside our house.

“I’ll take it. Joy is a little tied up right now,” I reached out with a playful smirk to take the satchel of papers from Olivia.

“No way, short round” Olivia withheld the papers. She liked to call me Shout Round as a joke – even though I was almost as tall as she was now.

“You know my name is Jake,” I insisted before telling her that our parents weren’t home and she should just give me the papers.

“No way, Joy wasn’t at school today, and we only have a week before Christmas break. It’s not like her to miss school. I want to see what is up. She didn’t text me back,” Olivia pushed her way past me into the house. I tried to warn Olivia that it was not likely my sister would be texting any time soon and not to come in the house, but it only made her more insistent.

Olivia stood in shock once she saw the spectacle in our living room. Every year we go all out on Christmas decorations. It is kind of a family tradition that we string mistletoe, balls of holly, and bring out all the green and red Christmas decorations from the garage. Our Christmas tree dominates the center of the living room. It stands 12 feet tall because we have very high ceilings in our living room.

I knew that the tree is what caused a sudden look of panic and worry to spread across Olivia’s pretty face.

We use the same artificial tree every year. It stands on a a steel frame and is tipped with artificial “snow” on strips of green PVC plastic that are cut into needles and then attached to the frame.

What made this tree distinct is that my sister was bound naked in the tree. Her feet were shackled to the round metal base. Joy’s bare-feet were positioned over the traditional holiday rice we throw at the bottom of the tree to give the impression of snowflakes. It is quite uncomfortable from what I understand, but that is part of what makes this family tradition a labor of love.

We had set up a toy train on a circular round track on the outside of the steel rim. It runs non-stop around the base and makes adorable little train noises. I used to be fascinated with it until I got a little older.

My sister’s legs were spread wide and in the center of the base is a metal tube painted to look like a candy-cane that inserted between my sister’s pussy flaps to hold her in place. There is a similar shoved in her ass that helps stabilize her much like a tripod.

My brothers and I had just finished winding 36 feet of snow-white C3 lights around my sister’s legs, her waist, around her tits, and up to her shoulders. Once plugged in they run in constant patterns flashing and blinking like tiny snowflakes dropping on the tree. The wire also helps ensure my sister can’t wiggle too much.

Joy’s arms were raised above her head as if she were going to dive into a pool of water. Her wrists were bound with metal chains. We had not finished decorating her – most of that would be done under my parent’s supervision when they got home after they finished shopping.

We had attached two red balls to my sister’s nipples. We used metal hooks that we wrapped around her nipples after flicking them hard. We had also gagged her with a matching Christmas bulb, and a little trace of drool was running down her pretty chin on to her bare tits – but that was pretty normal for a girl when she is gagged.

The expression of calm and serenity on Joy’s face turned into a sudden register of panic when she noticed her best friend Olivia’s presence in the living room. She began to mumble and murmur as if begging us to ungag her. I wouldn’t have done it, but my older brother Billy removed the gag so that Joy could speak.

“Olivia, this is not what you think,” Joy sputtered frantically.

“I think you are naked and tied up like some kind of kinky bondage pin cushion,” Olivia answered dryly.

“Okay, I know what this looks like but you really can’t tell anyone at school!” Joy begged.

My brothers and I were laughing a little and chuckling at over how serious Joy and Olivia looked. My brother Billy is the oldest, I am the middle brother, and my little brother Teddy is the runt of the family. He is also probably the most sadistic of all three of us. He pulled Joy’s nipple hard and twisted it. It seemed he was going to gag my sister again before she could explain what was happening.

“Please Teddy, let me explain to Olivia what is going on,” Joy begged my brother to give her permission to speak to Olivia. Anyone of us could have given the permission.

“You know the rules. Christmas tree decorations do not talk,” Teddy reminded her that was the rule she had agreed to obey before we tied her up this way.

Olivia said we were all twisted and heartless. She said she was not going to tell anyone at school she was going to go to the authorities and ask to get Olivia help. It was Joy’s pleading that convinced Olivia to stop and listen.

“I consented to be a Christmas tree decoration, Olivia. This is a family tradition for us, and it is my first time as the tree this year. Please don’t tell anyone! You will ruin this Christmas for us!” Joy begged.

Olivia seemed inclined to think that we were crazy. I knew most people would consider my family pretty eccentric and perverted. My father wears a t-shirt that says, “Some people are extroverts, some people are Introverts, I am a pervert!” and that kind of sums him up.

“My parents lead an alternative lifestyle based on submission and discipline,” Joy started to explain.

“Good for them. What does any of that have to do with you?” Olivia folded her arms in consternation.

“I was raised to believe that submission is the purest expression of love and to embrace it. I know it sounds strange, but I begged my father to let me be the Christmas decoration this year,” Joy explained.

My mother normally spends the Christmas holidays in the tree. She has piercings in her nipples, cunt lips and even around her asshole rim that allow us to easily hang decorations all over her body. Mom is very jovial and outgoing, but she is also deeply submissive, and it pained her to pass the torch to Joy, but she agreed when my father decided to give Joy permission to try it this year.

One of the reasons we can’t just let anyone come over to our house is that we were raised to understand that most vanilla people would never understand the house rules. Technically, Olivia should have been naked already, but since Billy didn’t insist, I wasn’t going to do it either.

“You aren’t embarrassed to be naked in front of your brothers?” Olivia scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Have you ever known me to be embarrassed about anything?” Joy asked her with a knowing grin. Olivia admitted my sister likes to wear slutty, low-cut clothes to school and show off her body. “You walk around naked in the girl’s shower at school? You don’t care if the other girls see you?” Joy asked.

Olivia said that was different and added that the other girls knew what she had.

“I think my brothers know what I have,” Joy looked down at her naked body spread out before all of us. I watched her breathe in and out for a moment. Joy’s cunt flaps were wrapped around a metal candy cane, and a little wetness dripped down the cane. I could tell that Joy was a little embarrassed - most likely of the fact, her best friend saw how we live when we are home.

“This is just freaky, Joy! I can’t understand what would possess you to think this is okay. How long are you going to be chained up like this?” Olivia asked.

“Until the day after Christmas,” Joy smiled enthusiastically. “My grandparents, uncles, cousins, and other family members will be visiting and exchanging all their gifts under me this year,” she admitted with a solemn pride.

“How are you going to stay like that the entire time?” Olivia seemed skeptical to believe anyone could spend 21 days of the Christmas season trussed up and bound in one place.