T’was the night before Christmas, and in MzDominica’s house, Santa crouched next to the Christmas tree, pulling packages out of his sack. The ornaments and lights on the tree twinkled and shimmered, even though no one else was in the room to appreciate them. Suddenly, from somewhere in the tree, a light mist, like an air freshener, sprayed into his face. Santa’s thoughts went blank for a moment, and he did not realize that MzDominica had entered the room and was standing next to him, until She spoke.
“Not a mouse that’s stirring,” She said. Her beautiful voice took on a combination of seduction and command. “Your mind is going blank, now, Santa. Blank. You think of nothing. You hear only My Voice.”
Santa continued to kneel next to the tree, staring at the twinkling ornaments, his mind empty of all thought. MzDominica lowered another twinkling object, dangling from a chain, in front of his face. The facets of the crystal caught glints of light from the tree and reflected them into Santa’s eyes, changing the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue. Glittering and twinkling. So pretty.
“That’s right, Santa. Gaze deep into the crystal. Look at all the pretty colors. Watch the crystal as it spins around… and around… and around…” For good measure, Dominica drew a vial from a pocket in Her robe and held it up to his face. “Breathe in,” She whispered, as She sprayed another squirt of mind control mist into his face. No use taking chances — this was Santa Claus, after all!
“Feel the warm relaxation spread through your face. Down your neck. Into your chest. And your arms. Feel your legs relax. And your feet relax. So loose, relaxed, and warm. So quiet. Watch the pretty colors, and let them fill your mind. No thoughts. Only the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue.”
Santa’s eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room. His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his white beard.
“Good, Santa. Let everything go. Let it all go. Loose… and relaxed.” She looked down at Santa, a little surprised he was dressed exactly like one would expect from all the pictures. Red suit, white trim, black boots. “Nice boots,” She said, “though a bit more serviceable than fashionable.” She shifted Her stance a little, so Her leg was now in Santa’s field of vision, covered in a knee-high boot of deep brown leather, which went so well with the salmon-colored night robe She wore. “How do you like MY boots?”
Dominica moved the crystal toward Her leg, and Santa’s gaze shifted, blankly, following it. She held the crystal in front of Her boot. Time to see if this had worked. “Kiss My boot, slave.”
Slowly, almost in a drifting motion, Santa twisted around a bit, and bowed his head low to the floor. And kissed MzDominica’s boot. First the toe. Then he started a trail upward toward Her shin.
“Enough, slave,” Dominica commanded. “Now, I want you to explain to Me. I don’t see any packages for Me under the tree. Why not? Speak!”
Santa’s voice seemed to come from someplace far, far away. “You’re on the Naughty list,” he replied.
“How can you say that?” Dominica asked. “When I have brought joy to thousands of My slaves, all over the world!” She leaned downward, bringing Her beautiful cleavage close to Santa’s face. “Feel My fingers stroking your cock. You don’t need me to touch you, for you to feel it. One long stroke, with My long fingernails, stroking from base to tip.”
Santa’s breathing became a little more irregular.
“That’s right. Base to tip. And again. From base to tip. Along the underside of your cock. So slowly. So teasingly. Up to the head. Then around, and around.”
Santa continued to gaze at Dominica’s breasts. His eyes were drawn to the mermaid tattoo. Then to Her cleavage. A silent voice seemed to call him into that long, deep valley between Her gorgeous breasts. Down, down, down into darkness.
“I wouldn’t think of expecting you to drop by without offering you milk and cookies.”
Dominica stood up, and languidly strode across the room, past the fireplace. Santa followed Her with his eyes, unable to move. She stopped by what appeared to be a large easy chair, covered with a blanket. Then She bent down, grabbed one corner of the blanket, and gently pulled it aside. Underneath was a beautiful blonde woman, completely naked, attached to a frame by leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, and supported by cleverly placed leather straps. She was clearly in a deep trance state, gazing forward into nothing. She was so deeply tranced and still, Santa hadn’t noticed she wasn’t just another piece of furniture.
“This is patti,” Dominica said. “My beautiful lesbian hooker.” She turned toward Santa, who had just enough awareness to meet Her eyes, and said, “And she’s your snack, for tonight!”
Even deep in trance, patti immediately noticed she could see MzDominica in the room. At the sight of her Mistress, her slow, quiet breathing changed to rapid panting, and her shaved pussy flowered open and started to drip. The nipples on her huge breasts tautened, and began to ooze little drops of milk.
“patti,” Santa said, tonelessly.
“Yes,” Dominica replied. “And regardless of WHAT list you have her on, she’s been a good girl. A very good girl, for her Mistress. And so I’ve arranged a special present for her. You’re going to lick her… and make her cum!”
“Good girl,” Santa repeated. “Yes, patti IS a good girl.”
“Glad we agree,” Dominica said. “Now, Santa, crawl over here, and give patti her Christmas present.”
Santa crawled, a little more quickly now, toward the bound slave, approaching directly between her legs. Dominica watched, and just as he got within a few inches of patti’s smooth hairless pussy, She said, “Wait!”
Santa halted, unable to disobey. Somewhere, way at the back of his mind, he could still wonder why.
“First the milk,” Dominica said. “THEN the cookies.” She ran a finger along Santa’s face, from the temple down into his beard, twirling it a bit. “Crawl over to her breasts. And drink.”
Santa backed away from between patti’s gorgeous spread legs, and crawled next to the frame on her left. Her breasts seemed so huge and firm, filled as they were with milk. Santa leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and began to suck.
“That’s right,” Dominica encouraged. “Suck it. Drink the milk.” She knew that the mind control hormones filling patti’s body would only serve to take Santa deeper into hypnotic slavery, the more he drank. “Drink it all!”
patti moaned as her nipple was sucked, her breast was emptied. She had been so full, the relief of pressure was so nice. She began to wiggle her hips a little, aching to be fucked, licked, whipped, anything.
“Now the other breast,” Dominica commanded. “Crawl around to the other side. Drink your milk, slaveboy.”
Santa’s mind was becoming even emptier. His cock felt like a wooden pole, a sharp sword, a baseball bat — something long, hard, and needing to DO something, touch something, plunge into something, rub on something. He couldn’t think. He could only obey, crawl around the frame to patti’s right side, and take her other nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, his thoughts seemed to drift farther away. All he wanted to do was suck, lick, obey, obey, obey.
patti’s hips began to gyrate like she had a vibrator in her cunt. Of course, she THOUGHT she did, having been commanded by MzDominica to believe she was filled, 24/7, with vibrating eggs. Just on the edge of orgasm, all the time. Ready, ready, ready. The sucking on her nipple felt so good. So deep in trance, she didn’t know who or what was sucking her, but Santa’s beard tickled the skin over her ribs, and only made her more aroused. Unable to form words, patti continued to pant and moan, only able to react and obey.
“Good, Santa,” Dominica whispered. “Now, I think she’s ready. Crawl around, back to between her legs. Time to enjoy patti’s cookies!”
Santa crouched low on the floor, turning around, crawling mindlessly along the right side of the frame, down, and back up between the slave’s legs.
patti’s naked cunt was pulsing… pulsing… pulsing… trained to pulse exactly in time with the light from MzDominica’s crystal. Aching to be sucked, licked, stroked, whipped, spanked — anything, anything, anything, please, please, please!
At the touch of Santa’s tongue, patti squealed! She wiggled her hips, and sank down into her bondage, trying to get closer in contact with the warm, wet stimulation. Her legs were spread too wide for his beard to tickle the insides of her thighs — but the gentle, feathery contact with the cheeks of her bottom got her hips pumping even harder. Santa’s tongue began a complicated sequence of strokes, swirls, and slurps that surprised MzDominica. Nibbling on the inner labia, then a stroke upward to the clit. Around and around the clit, then starting down the other side, and a sudden jump to nibble at the outer labia.
“Hmmm,” She thought. “Mrs. Claus must have a better time of things than I thought.”
Santa’s tongue twirled and licked. patti’s hips bucked. Closer and closer and closer to orgasm. Needing to cum. Aching to cum. Almost there, almost, just on the edge, wanting it, please, please, please, just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit more!
But, of course, patti could not cum — not without MzDominica’s permission.
Mistress watched, as Santa licked, and patti’s gyrations got wilder and wilder, her voice squealed more and more continuously, unable to stop, unable to go on — perfectly obedient in her training to do only as her Mistress commanded.
Dominica smiled, a wry, crooked smile. Of enjoyment. And control. And lust. Ohhhh, yes. Lust. Her needs would be attended to later. But right now, time for Her slave’s present. She leaned forward, toward patti’s right ear, and whispered. “You have My permission, slut. Cum! Cum and cum and cum!”
patti’s squeals turned into screams, as she came, over and over again. In wild, thrashing convulsions, held in control only by the cuffs and straps that would not let her move. Dominica watched as patti’s body clenched in waves, starting in the middle of her belly, and moving outward in ripples, as her entire body orgasmed, over and over and over again. Santa continued licking, as patti continued to cum. After a few minutes, the intensity of her thrashing became gentler, more languid. And Santa’s tongue matched her, slowing down, becoming more languid. Dominica watched, as a wave of muscle contractions moved visibly from patti’s cunt, upward across her belly, wiggling her breasts, twitching her arms, her head moving from side to side as she moaned, happily, mindlessly. Little by little, patti and Santa slowed, together, as patti’s orgasms subsided. Till Santa’s face and tongue were still, and patti lay there, suspended in the harness, a huge smile on her blank, empty face.
patti’s pussy juices, also laced with Dominica’s mind control hormones, soaked into Santa’s face… and dribbled on the carpet. Mistress made a mental note to have patti suck the carpet clean, tomorrow.
“Kneel down, slave. Down here, at My feet.” Santa pulled his face away from patti’s cunt, crawled over to Dominica’s boots. “Down further. Place your face between My toes, and touch your nose to the floor.” Blankly, Santa did as he was instructed. Unconsciously, he pumped his hips ever so gently, consumed with lust in his deep, mind controlled trance.
“Now, Santa, I want you to listen carefully,” Dominica said. “All the rest of tonight, no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing… Whenever you hear the phrase ‘Santa is coming,’ or ‘Here comes Santa Claus’ — or ANYTHING about Santa and coming… you will cum. You will orgasm. In one brief, little spurt. Every time. You will cum. Every time. You will not remember these commands, or being hypnotized by me — but you WILL obey these instructions. I want your pants nice and drippy and wet with cum when you return to the North Pole. Do you understand?”
Santa had trouble forming the words, but his voice managed to croak out, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” replied Dominica. “Now, about Me being on the Naughty list…” She crouched down, Her mouth close to his ear, and ran a finger down the side of his face. “Wouldn’t you agree, your milk and cookies were nice?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Santa whispered. His eyes were still unfocused, his mind empty and obedient.
“There’s no reason I can’t be on BOTH lists, right? Naughty AND Nice?”
A faint grin appeared on Santa’s lips, as that idea took hold. “Yes… Naughty and Nice…”
“So, Santa… Let Me tell you what I want for Christmas.” Dominica leaned even closer, and whispered in Santa’s ear. He listened attentively, blank as his mind was, absorbing every detail. Dominica looked intently at Santa’s face, memorizing every detail, suppressing a giggle at how straggly his beard looked, still soaked in patti’s drippings.
Dominica stood up, brushed one hand across Santa’s forehead. “You can do that for Me, tonight, right? You’re magical, right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Santa replied, still kneeling at Dominica’s feet.
“Very well, My magical slave. Forgetting everything, but obeying all My instructions… When you awaken, you will not notice that I am here. You will finish your visit, and leave, not remembering you were seen by anyone. On the count of three, you will now wake up. One, beginning to regain consciousness. Two, becoming more aware of yourself. And three, wide awake, Santa. Stand up.”
Santa blinked a moment, not sure how he’d gotten from the Christmas tree over to the middle of the living room. He looked around, somehow missing the fact that MzDominica was standing right next to him. Walking, a little stiffly, back to the tree, he picked up his sack, pulled out a few more packages, and placed them under the tree. His hand brushed against a small lighted ornament depicting Santa in his sleigh, which suddenly started to play a few bars of an old Bing Crosby recording of “Here Comes Santa Claus, Right Down Santa Claus Lane.” Santa shivered a little, and felt his cock leap unexpectedly in his pants, and spurt. Enjoying the experience, but a bit confused, Santa stood, pulled his sack closed, and started toward the chimney.
A beautiful voice seemed to come out of nowhere. “Better keep that wet spot bundled up warm, Santa,” it said sweetly. “You wouldn’t want to get frostbite.” Santa looked around a moment, then turned toward the fireplace again.
As he got into the fireplace, and began to rise back upward, Santa heard the voice one more time. “Make sure it’s red,” the voice called out. “And has a full tank of gas!”
— Happy Christmas! And to all, a Good Night! —
– The End –