Tis the season. Happy holidays everyone. Here is a tale written in first person (a departure from my normal style). I hope you enjoy. I truly appreciate comments, feedback, votes. Knowing you like, have constructive criticism (or even dislike) my work fuels my next writing endeavors.

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I know I’m hard to buy for.

It’s not really my fault. I tend to have everything I need. Between work and my hobbies, there isn’t much on the list. At least as far as needs. I do have plenty of wants.

I should interject here to note that I have been married nearly ten years to a terrific, loving woman. Over the past couple years, our sex life has dwindled, but I blame myself. My tastes have tended to be less… vanilla. I read about BDSM and it piqued my interests. The more I read, the more I wanted to learn, to explore. Then I wasn’t just reading, I watched BDSM porn. I wanted it… all of it. Domination, bondage, gags, whips, chains, blindfolds, clamps, spanking… Fuck, I could go on.

About a year ago, I attempted to discuss my newfound interests with Jane, my wife. To describe her reaction as shocking would be an understatement. However, after several conversations, she was willing to explore some kinks, albeit, some rather tame ones.

Don’t get me wrong, I initially enjoyed this never before explored territory for us and certainly appreciated her attempts to satisfy my desires. But I quickly learned it wasn’t enough for me. Each time I tried to push things further, Jane used the safeword we had agreed on.

So like I said, I have wants. Not the type of wants that tend to be listed on a Christmas shopping list. It was quite a surprise then when there were several presents under the tree for me considering my list was rather empty.

After Jane finished opening her gift, a mixer she had been asking for. I started to open the first box that she handed to me. In it were several gags, a large ball gag, a spider gag, a bite gag…

“Um… but you have never been interested in gags.” I asked, rather confused.

“But you like them, and I love you.” Jane said as she handed me another box.

As I finished ripping off the wrapping paper and opening the lid, I could see rope, handcuffs, two pairs of nipple clamps, a leather paddle…

“Baby.” I was really unsure what to say at this point. “This is… this might be something I want but you haven’t seemed to want any of this.”

“You are a terrific husband. You work hard to put a roof over our heads, food on the table. You deserve to have everything you want.” Jane stated confidently.

My loving wife briefly exited the living room and came back with a long, wooden rod with a pretty red bow on it.

“Fuck sweetie! We’ve tried spanking with my bare hand and beyond rather light spanks, it is too intense for you. There’s no way you’ll be able to withstand this.” I explained. As much as I wanted every single present, I couldn’t imagine Jane being willing.

“You have one more gift honey.” Jane said as she smiled and rose to her feet. “It is downstairs.”

I couldn’t believe it, in the middle of our den, there was a rather large cage. Jane was clearly never going to be able to wrap the large metal cage but there was a blanket over it. The blanket covered most of it but not enough for me to not know what it was. Yes, I had watched porn with women caged but I had never discussed this with Jane, nor would I have ever expected that she would decide to purchase one.

“A cage too?” I thought out loud as I walked over to it.

“Remove the blanket, honey.” she said.

“The blanket is a nice touch but I saw what it was as soon as you turned on the…” I stopped in shock with the sight before me. “Holy fuck!”

With the blanket laying on the floor, I could see my real gift was the naked girl in the cage. She appeared to be about 20 years old, Asian, I would have guessed under 5 feet and barely 100 pounds. Her nipples were hard from being in the cold basement. Her body wet from the saliva running down her gagged mouth, a ring gag keeping it open. Her pussy looked tight and was neatly trimmed.

“As I said, you deserve everything you want. You most certainly aren’t going to have me willing enough to submit for the majority of your fetishes. But slave will.” Jane said as she opened up the cage. “Slave is here of her own free will. She is submissive and quite the masochist.”

The unnamed girl, that my wife referred to as slave, slowly crawled out of the cage remaining on her knees just inches from my crotch.

“She is your gift. Slave will serve you as you wish and in exchange, she will live here with us.” Jane explained.

“And you are okay with this?” I inquired.

“Oh yes! As I said, you deserve to be happy. Over these past few years, our sex lives have diverged. I generally am okay with less sex, perhaps just a good dirty novel and my vibrator.” Jane continued. “And you want for a submissive whore. I’m not that girl. You’ll never spank me again but you have her to be your freeuse slut for any and all of your sexual desires.”

I started to pet the soft hair atop my new slave’s head. It was jet black and long. I pulled her face close to my jeans right at the level of my ever-hardening cock. The drool from her gagged mouth was continuing to build, only now it was starting to settle on my pants making them wet. I was certain that the inside of my pants was also starting to get wet from anticipation.

Also on top of the cage was a leash and collar. The collar came with a dog tag in the shape of a bone, it read “SLAVE”. I grabbed it and with her naked body facing away from me, I clipped the collar in place around her neck. I then clipped the leash to her collar.

“Are you sure you want to watch this?” I asked my wife, concerned that my fetishes might be too much to watch played out on slave.

“Well, for the moment I’m enjoying seeing you act all giddy like a child with a new toy.” Jane replied. “But generally, no. That’s why I also bought myself a mask with bluetooth headphones. If you want to play, I’ll just put on the mask or take a drive.”

I stepped back around in front of slave and next to my wife. This was the best gift any wife could get her husband and I was certain I would never be able to show her my true appreciation.

“I love you.” I said as I gave Jane a kiss. This was not only an act of love and appreciation but also meant to show slave that as much as I can be a kind, gentle man, that wouldn’t be the man she would get to know.

I yanked on the leash causing slave to be pulled forward out of her kneeling position.

“Let’s go slave. Time for you to earn your keep.” I commanded. Her arms caught herself as she started to walk forward on all fours. My wife and I led the way through the den and up the stairs to our living room.

I removed my jeans before sitting down on the couch, my wife seated only a few feet away from me. Slave was pulled into position kneeling in between my legs. I picked up one set of clamps, clover clamps. I had no practice with them but I knew they had quite a bite to them. Since my wife described her as a masochist, I figured I should test her pain tolerance.

“You may wish to put on your mask.” I suggested to Jane as I prepared the first clamp.

“Have fun!” Jane said with a smile as she put on her new mask for the first time, but most certainly not the last.

Her nipples were still hard, making it easy to attach the clamps. I heard two yelps from slave as the clamps grabbed at her tender flesh. Taking grasp of the chain between the clamps, I pulled hard eliciting another little shriek from her pretty mouth.

She needed to be further gagged. Despite seeing the tent in my boxers, I could tell slave hadn’t fully understood what I was packing. Pulling out my cock, she could now see the long, thick hardon that would be penetrating all of her holes.

I pulled on the chain again, this time to get her open mouth to take the head of my cock. Her tongue felt amazing as I, once again, put my hand on her head to control her movements. I laced some of her long hair through my fingers as I forced her deeper. I could hear her gag a little, I released my tight grip, just a little, to allow her a chance to breathe.

“I’m not sure how much experience you have getting face fucked, but you will be a quick learner.” I pushed her back down my shaft as I spoke to my slave. I could feel her young throat resisting. “Deeper.”

Slave required motivation. I grabbed the rod that was just within reach. It was a perfect length, in this position, to punish her ass while she attempted to throat me. Keeping a tight grip on the back of her head, I hit her ass hard. The effect was amazing. First she screamed, for which I hoped that the bluetooth speakers on my wife’s mask drowned out background noise, because even with my cock in slave’s mouth, she was loud. Second, it allowed me to insert more of my cock down her throat.

“Obedience. I want you to take it all. As I said, you’ll learn quick.”

She was about an inch away from taking my whole length. Still having one virgin, unpunished ass cheek, I used the rod on that side, even harder than the first. Again, my young slave screamed and I was able to make her take the rest of my cock inside her. This was almost too much for her as she was starting to gag and choke on it. I pulled her completely off and let her take a breath.

I looked into her eyes. She had the face of a girl who wanted this.

“Ready for round two?” I asked. Slave nodded briefly before continuing her rough face fuck and wondered if any Christmas gift will ever top this one.