Anything He wants

GIFT-WRAPPED FOR DADDY SANTA

The poor man.

It’s tough enough that my mom ran out on my stepfather and me with their accountant-an accountant, for Joy’s sake!-but now his work is cutting Christmas bonuses, leaving him panicking about not being able to cover gifts for everyone.

Especially me.

How’d I find that out? The stockings were still hung with care, but how else do you explain the barren ground underneath the Christmas tree? Daddy usually sets down at least a few gifts early to tantalize me before the big day.

But I’m a grown woman. Getting gifts isn’t something I’ve thought about for years. Sure, it’s nice, but I can always buy my own stuff when it matters.

It just bothers me how much it upsets daddy that he can’t spoil me like he typically does.

That’s why I have my own gift for him. I want to show him that Christmas isn’t about the material things; it’s about being with family and enjoying each other’s company.

And I’m going to give daddy the best company around: My young body waiting for him under the Christmas tree! He should be with someone who makes him truly happy, not some horrible woman who runs when the going gets rough. Daddy is the type of man you stick with no matter what. I’m not just going to wait. I woke up so early that not a creature was stirring, not even my dog Faust. I did it all to set up this whole scrumptious situation.

And I’m a spoiled little girl at that! Daddy’s usually the one to wake me up in the morning, whether it’s for work, for school, or for church; so you know I’m serious when I make an effort to be up at the crack of dawn. I make sure I doll myself up just how daddy always likes me. I curl my bright blonde hair, put on some deep red lipstick and nail polish, and blush my cheeks, making my whole body a festive invite for daddy’s smoldering body.

I need to do all that first because there is no way I’ll be able to get it done after I finish tying myself up.

Yep, that’s right! It isn’t Christmas until your gifts are wrapped up in a nice little bow. I bought some glossy, bright-red ribbon, matching it to my makeup, using it as that oh so special icing on the cake. I want daddy to know that I belong to him completely, willing to do whatever he wants of me.

I head to the living room, lighting the fireplace, readying the room and myself for my gift-wrapping. The fire crackles and pops, warmth flooding the room and making me feel safe and wholesome against the frigid outside. The Christmas spirit seems to flow through me, the joy of the holidays and the comfort of the good life. Little does that spirit know, this room isn’t going to be wholesome for long.

I strip naked and start with my chest, wrapping the ribbon around a few times, compressing my large bosoms, covering my nipples but leaving ample underboob. My tits are begging to be freed, and daddy’s going to want to unwrap me as fast he can.

After tying the ribbon off, I circle another strand around my ass, binding my tight hips. I leave half of my ass hanging out underneath, but that’s only because I can’t cover it all and still walk correctly. I swoop the ribbon between my thighs a few times to cover my pussy up with the glossy paper.

After I get a good enough coverage, I tuck it into the straps circling my ass. I think I might have made the first pair of ribbon panties in the world! Now, for the piece de resistance! I created this little ornate bow the night before, which is good I did, because it took an hour to make. It’s loosely wrapped around in circles about a dozen times, forming a hollow cone, large enough to fit my arms through. There is a massive bow along the side of the cone, which should be facing upwards once I get the wrapping in place. It’s set up so that if I can… just… get both of my forearms through… the loops. There we go!

Both arms together now with the ribbon circling my forearms, it keeps my arms bound together.

If I just pull on this… loose strand… at the end of the cone… I can… close the loops and… yes!

Pulling on the strand tightens my restraints, perfectly encasing my slender arms in my own ribbon bondage, pinning them together for the sake of daddy’s gift! I can’t separate them, which makes a sudden flash of fearsweat hit my skin.

Oh, boy! It makes me nervous knowing that there’s no going back, that

I’m basically stuck in my own wrapping until daddy finds me. I swallow, breathing slowly, letting my nervous energy guide me as I shimmy over to the Christmas tree. I drop down to my knees, resting my arms in front of me as I face the doorway that’s closest to the stairs. When daddy turns into the living room, I’m the first thing he’s going to see this Christmas morning!

What if he doesn’t come down, or he’s too depressed to do the normal stuff he does in the morning?

I shake my head, knowing that’ll never happen.

I know he’ll keep up the tradition of Santa. Even as all hell comes raining down on him, he’d never let it show, always willing to put his family and friends first. That’s the type of stand-up guy he is. No matter how sad things get, daddy’s always jolly ol’ Saint Nick. He won’t ever disappoint me. After sitting for a good half an hour, I finally hear him getting ready upstairs. Most likely, he’s changing into his Santa suit, ready to ‘surprise’ me

with Santa coming to visit. I’m a little too old for it, but it brings daddy a lot of happiness. But daddy’s going to be the one surprised today.

I can even hear the surprise as he opens my bedroom door, expecting me to be there, and the start of his pronouncement coming out, ‘Merry Chr-‘.

But he’s cut short, realizing I’m not in my bed. He closes the door and makes

his way to the stairs.

Each fall of his feet on the steps makes my heart jump, knowing that in only a few seconds, daddy’s going to see me bound in my sexy outfit. My mouth goes dry and my heart skips as his steps come closer and closer. I’m so nervous! But my pussy is starting to quiver, high on the anticipation of my daddy’s face when he finally sees me.

“Merry Christmas!” he shouts as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He turns the corner into the living room, dressed completely in a red Santa suit,

with white fur-trimming, a large black belt with a golden buckle, and a beard as white as snow. He bellows with his hands on his imaginary belly, “Ho ho-”

His belly stops shaking, like a bowl full of jelly, as his eyes take in the magnificent view under the tree this frosty Christmas morning.

“-hoooo, boy.”

Nothing makes a girl smile like the look of surprise she puts on her daddy’s face. I laugh when I see him, in spite of myself.

“Merry Christmas, daddy,” I reply, my voice saccharine in my fauxtimid innocence. There’s nothing innocent in my desire for daddy! I pull my butt in slightly, letting him get a good look of my tight, bound body lithely moving on my knees.

“Babygirl, what are you doing?” His slack-jawed words come out in a hushed whisper.

“I want to celebrate with you.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yes, daddy!” I exclaim, rolling my eyes. “It’s Christmas! It’s the time for celebration!”

“But-”

“Shh, daddy.” I lift my bound hands up to extend a finger at him, pretending to cover his lips from a distance. Lifting my arms uncovers my breasts slightly, allowing daddy a look at my ample underside, the fleshy mounds protruding from the bondage. Daddy’s line of sight is clear as his focus falls to my tits, enjoying the bounty he’s received for the holidays. “I got this gift specially for you,” I say, shaking my butt. “I know Santa would never turn down a gift, knowing it’d be an insult to the person giving

it.”

Daddy smiles, chuckling to himself. “Oh, is that right, little lady? That’s what Santa would do?”

I nod vigorously. “Yep! He’s a man of great honor.” My butt bounces up and down on my feet, showing him that youthful exuberance he loves when he doles out presents. “Now, I know Santa has a gift for daddy’s little girl.” Daddy’s smile fades, “Yeah,” he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that…”

“Eh!” I shout, not wanting to turn his emotions into something sour, “I know all about your troubles, Santa.” I wiggle my nose, “I know the North Pole has been especially cold this year, and Santa’s had to be very frugal this

Christmas.”

He nods, “I’m glad you understand.”

I shake my head. “That doesn’t mean Santa gets off scot-free.”

He puffs out his chest, putting on his best deep Santa voice, “What can

Santa do to make it up to you, little girl?”

I pick my hands up, beckoning Santa over to me.

As he approaches with wide, dramatic steps, I say, “Santa’s always carrying that one special gift that he gives to the best little girl on his list.”

“I do have one little girl in mind.”

“I know it’s me, Santa.” As he walks up to me, my impatience gets the better of me, the giddy aura daddy produces in me taking over. “I can’t wait anymore, Santa. I want to open my gift!”

“Open your-” His words halt as my hands latch onto his package through the thick, red wool pants.

“Oh fuck,” daddy groans, as my hands begin to massage his cock.

Cupping his balls and shaft through the soft fabric sends a shudder down my spine, a warming glow that reminds me of all the comfort of the holidays. The warmth of the fire, the warmth of daddy’s cock, the gentle flow of the wool in my hands. Even in something that seems so slutty, there’s that sparkle of hope and love that fills me to the brim.

Move over hope and love! I need daddy to fill me in other ways. Though my hands are tied together, I move them with deft calm,

hooking my fingers through Santa’s belt buckle, unlatching it easily. Pulling it

apart, I shimmy Santa’s pants down his legs.

The big, bulging package in his boxers drives my hunger, and I snatch his shorts, pulling them down in a flurry.

The moment of truth arrives, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a monster-like cock and a moment of fear!

“Oh my God, Santa! You’re so big!” Santa’s girth is so wide that I can’t comprehend what something so thick would feel like inside me. It becomes even scarier as it grows with each second, bouncing up and down as daddy flexes his cock.

“You know Santa has all the best gifts,” he smirks.

“But I had no idea you were hiding this from me, Santa! I feel cheated that you didn’t give me this a long time ago.”

Daddy moves side to side, swinging his rock-hard cock in front of my face. “Now’s your chance to make up for all those lost years, babygirl. You better love this gift with all your might.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I nod, not wanting to let daddy down. Daddy deserves my mouth on his

cock, and he sure as hell deserves a willing and wet little girl to pleasure him thoroughly. I’m not going to miss the chance to make my daddy moan in delight.

I can’t spread my hands apart, so I instead guide them to daddy’s balls, kneading his soft testicles between my fingers. Daddy groans, and as his head lulls back, I lean in and kiss him on the bulbous head.

“That one is for daddy.”

I kiss him again.

“That one is for Santa. And this one is for daddy Santa.” I open my mouth and take his thick cock inside. Wrapping my lips around his soft foreskin, my mouth salivates, daddy’s flavor an intoxicating drug to my tastebuds. Sweet and salty, I draw on his shaft, pulling his skin toward me and sucking the flavor down my throat. I open my mouth and pull his cock deeper inside, wrapping my lips around the far end of his shaft, engulfing his entire cock in my mouth. A difficult task, I have to focus in order not to gag, my mouth soaking his cock in a flood of saliva.

“Goddamn, baby. That’s so warm.”

I massage his balls with my finger tips as I begin to go back and forth on him, eagerly swallowing daddy Santa and reluctantly retreating from him.

The solid shaft in my mouth is a wonderful sensation, forcing my mouth open

while being soft and gentle, enticing to my sense of touch while still suggestive of daddy Santa’s virility.