Spreading Joy at Christmas Time
Copyright© 2020 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A short Holiday story about BDSM-Kink-friendly family Christmas traditions.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Exhibitionism Lactation Oral Sex
I knew that I had made an impression on Olivia. I was confident she would either completely chicken out, or she would be all-in to what I proposed she do to prepare for our Christmas party.
It could quite easily have gone either way. My father had taught me not to worry about things outside of my control. I didn’t spend one-minute re-thinking what I did at Olivia’s house. I pictured her lovely globe-like melons with the dark areola on top. I reflected upon the warmth of her body as she rested against me while I shaved her in her parent’s bathtub. I just didn’t get hung up on wondering if she would continue with me as her Master.
I had mixed feelings about shaving her. Hers was the first beaver that I ever saw with hair on it. It actually turned me on. I knew that she’d look completely out of place in a room full of hairless cunts though. My job was to prepare her for Dad’s party and that is what I intended to do.
If it happened, that was great. If not, I had a fun and interesting afternoon. I assumed I would know tomorrow at school when I saw what Olivia was wearing.
Joy is permitted three breaks per day as the tree. We unbind her a little and bend her over so she can suck everyone’s cock. It is then that she can shit and piss into a bucket. Then once we are finished with her, we lube her back up, fist her, and put her back into position on top of the Nut Cracker.
My sister was burying my cock in the back of her throat when I got Olivia’s first text. My phone is set to vibrate, and I rarely get text messages. I assumed it was some spam and ignored it. There were two more texts in rapid succession, and that was very unusual. I nutted down my sister’s throat, and she choked a little as she swallowed my load. I pulled out my cock and wiped my dick in her hair before checking my phone.
Olivia was already texting me, and it had only been an hour since I left her house. Her first texts were thanking me. She asked me what I was doing and if I was thinking about her. Her last text was that she had almost been caught by her brother James while she was still naked.
“So? What would be so bad about that?” I wrote back. I rested my balls on Holly’s forehead while she crawled around the bottom of the Christmas tree with my mother as we fed Joy. They were going to fist her after she was done giving head and get her tied back up.
“Haha, James would never understand, Lol!” followed by some emojis of eggplants and big-eyed smiley faces in shock.
“What is there to understand? His sister was playing with herself, and he walked in on her. You think James doesn’t play with himself?” I texted back.
She texted back that she didn’t want to think about whether he did or not and changed the subject. That evening she must have texted me at least twenty times through dinner and into the evening. At first, I replied to almost everything, but eventually, I responded to every fifth thing she asked me about our relationship and her training.
The less I told her, the more she seemed to freak out but the more she became intrigued. I knew I owed her a complete understanding of expectations. I just didn’t want to do it by text message.
Olivia asked me to send some of the pictures of her naked. I did, and she groaned at how humiliating they looked. “I thought I would look sexier” she said. I told her that when she was vulnerable and exposed, that was incredibly sexy to me. She sent me a selfie of her sitting up like a begging doggie with her shirt off and her tongue out as she looked into the mirror.
“You are already practicing for tomorrow,” I texted back. I included some eggplant emojis since she seemed to like those. I knew they represented excited dicks in text messages.
“What if my parents are home or James is here?” she wrote back.
I told her that we could do it at my house. I’d prefer that because then my Dad would be there to help guide me. I didn’t tell her that. Olivia said she didn’t want to be judged. This was all too new to her, and she preferred if we could do the training in private.
“Then you will have to introduce me to your parents as your boyfriend,” I wrote back. Olivia’s only response to that was a big winky face emoji.
I have to admit that I was flattered; she was texting me non-stop. She asked if there were any special rules about what she could eat and how she had to eat. I told her she wasn’t ready to do it how we do things at my house. “Help your mother prepare the food and serve the table,” I wrote back.
“Lol, we order out, and none of us sit at a table anymore. We are too busy looking at our phones to eat together,” she wrote back. I shook my head because that was probably true. My father made a big deal about the family eating together. My sisters and mom were trained to serve us at dinner and then eat the leftovers when we finished.
The following day at school, Olivia wore a denim dress and a fairly conservative top that was thick enough to hide her nipples. I was disappointed, but when I pinched the material, I didn’t feel a bra.
“Master!” She whispered in a hushed tone and looked around the busy hallway to see who might have noticed.
“At school, you may call me Jake and refer to me as your boyfriend.” I pointed out that the despite the rules against PDA at school, there were plenty of girls and boys touching or hugging in the hallways.
“Yeah, well, they kiss each other, Sir” Olivia called me Sir despite my explicit instruction to call me Jake. I was flattered and, at the same time, disappointed she couldn’t obey my instructions. I was also disappointed she seemed to be prodding me to kiss her.
“You will kiss those three boys as punishment,” I pointed to the nearest boys in the hallway. “My name is Jake at school, and you will not make demands that I kiss you!”
“I wasn’t trying to demand you kiss me. I was just joking,” Olivia tried to explain herself.
I shushed her and said that I had not asked for an apology or an explanation but that if she ever gets confused which one I want first, it will be the apology. That was something my father frequently told us. He expected my brothers and I to apologize and take responsibility when we fuck up just as much as he did my sisters. He just punished us in different ways. I told Olivia that it was now four boys she had to kiss.
Olivia gave me the stink eye. I held up my phone and asked if I should text the photos to her mother or father first. I didn’t have their number, and I was bluffing.
Olivia didn’t hesitate after that. She approached the first boy and told him she couldn’t explain why she was doing this. Then she planted a kiss on his lips. He seemed shocked but didn’t resist. The second boy she went to squirmed a little, but Olivia planted a kiss right on his lips. The third boy was actually excited to receive his kiss when it was apparent she was going down the line passing out kisses. The fourth boy was a little disgusted, but he let her kiss him. The fifth boy was quite disappointed when she stopped at four.
It was quite a spectacle, but despite all the grins and awkward silence that followed, the world didn’t implode around Olivia, and she returned to me triumphantly. “That third kid opened his mouth,” she wiped her lips in disgust.
“You didn’t open your mouth?” I asked her. Olivia looked at me like I could not be serious.
“In the future, you open your mouth when you French kiss and you offer tongue. You are my slut now, and I am training you as my property until the Christmas party when you earn your freedom!”
Olivia was flummoxed and grinned. “I can still kiss my grandma with my mouth closed, though, right?” she was kidding.
My grandmother is one of the nastiest whores you’ll ever meet. She’d suck a donkey’s balls if they were covered in pussy juice. I assumed Olivia didn’t have that kind of gramma. I told her that would be fine. “Any boys or GIRLS at school, you will kiss open mouth and offer tongue.”
“Obviously not James though, right, Sir?” she asked. She was half-joking like that would be out of the question. It wasn’t for my sisters and me. I didn’t see why it would be for James. She had forgotten to call me Jake again.
I quickly wrote on a scrap of paper the words “Kiss me.” I reminded Olivia that at school, I was just Jake. “You will put tape on this in the next class and hang it on your back and pretend you don’t know how it got there. Even if someone tells you it’s there, just leave it. If anyone asks to kiss you, then you will kiss them open mouth – ANYONE” was my response.
Olivia didn’t have time to argue. We had only seconds to get to the next class. She texted me during class to say that some girls were already giggling about the sign and she looked like a moron leaving it on her back after they told her it was there.
I empathized with Olivia’s conundrum. She clearly wanted to have a plausible reason she could use to explain away her strange behavior. The punishment had been a spur of the moment decision on my part. The one thing I didn’t want to do was admit that I hadn’t thought this out thoroughly. I waited five minutes to respond to her question and thought about my response in text. I should have been paying attention to my classwork, but I was as invested in this as Olivia seemed to be, and I wanted to reply like I knew what I was doing and had a plan just like my Dad might have.
“You are supposed to feel like a moron because you disobeyed my instructions immediately after I told you to call me Jake. You can either tell your friends that it is a dare and you have to leave it on until the end of the day, OR you can tell them that you are just wearing the sign until your boyfriend can get you a t-shirt that says the same thing.”
Joy would have worn a t-shirt that said “Free Blowjobs – Inquire within” to school if we let her.
Olivia wrote back that she was sorry, and this was all new to her. “They aren’t really my friends. They keep laughing at me. May I still call you Sir or Master in text? It feels right,” she wrote and added an emoji of an angel with a halo.
I told her that from now, there would be no more emojis. “I want you to explicitly tell me what you are thinking with your words. Yes, you WILL refer to me as Master or Sir in text, and I will call you Slut, Whore, or Slave. If you disobey me, a copy of this chat will be shown to your entire family, including James.”
Olivia didn’t text again for another hour, and she never again sent an emoji.
No boys dared to ask to kiss her. I was surprised that no one took her up on the offer. They all assumed it was a prank. It was a pity because I wanted to test her willingness to obey me, and that seemed like a good way to do it.
That day after school, Olivia said that her parents were out Christmas shopping, but she could not be sure that they wouldn’t be gone for a long time. I reminded her that she would just need to tell them that I was her boyfriend, and I was helping her study.
Olivia laughed and said she was half-Asian. “I would be the one helping YOU study. I get all A’s Master,” she had a mirthful expression on her face as she joked about her academic superiority to me. She wasn’t wrong, either!
I swatted her butt as we walked hand in hand to her house. She asked me how I often I spanked Joy. I didn’t keep count but it was pretty frequent. I admitted most of the time, it was just for fun and that my Dad did most of the real discipline.
“A fun spanking? I don’t understand that, Master” Olivia scrunched her pretty freckled nose and looked confused. I told her she soon would. She was wearing a fairly heavy coat, and we were passing a gas station.
I instructed Olivia to go into the bathroom and remove her shirt and skirt. “You will walk home wearing just a jacket from now on. I want to be able to play with your ass,” I said.
It was not uncommon for my Dad to make the girls ride naked in his truck and frequently send them out in nothing but a jacket when it was cold or rainy.
Olivia looked at me as if I had lost my mind, but she complied. She handed me her skirt and top and asked me if I was enjoying this.
“Not as much as you,” I observed. I noticed Olivia didn’t have anything witty to say back in response.
She was shocked that I made her get the shovel and clear off the driveway and the sidewalk before I would play with her once we got home. I made her do it, wearing only the jacket. She wanted to get started “Training.”
I knew she meant letting me play with her body. I had a bag of duct tape, clothespins, sex toys, and rope, but I wanted her to clear the snow on her driveway first. I told her that the work WAS the training. “You will bend at the waist. I will be outside to watch you bend over fully at the waist,” I said.
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