This year's festive erotica installment. A Visit From Mrs ..

This year's festive erotica installment.

A Visit From Mrs Claus

By the time I realized it wasn't a dream it was already too late. I thought I'd heard something on the roof, racoons perhaps, but managed to drift off anyway, exhausted from a day of wrapping gifts and baking cookies, two of which were lovingly displayed on a plate by the fireplace for Santa. I sat and waited for what seemed like hours, and nodded off on the couch, only to open my eyes to a glow and a whooshing sound coming from the chimney. A shiver ran through me. He always came. He always brought me something special. He always stayed for a few minutes to enjoy himself.

I sat up in anticipation, but it wasn't Santa who emerged into the light of the Christmas tree. Three smaller figures stepped from the fireplace on an obvious mission. One carried a large sack, but they were otherwise unencumbered and they searched the room, resting their gaze firmly on me where I sat on the couch in a lacey red bra and garter set I'd donned for the occasion. I felt myself blush. Clearly I'd made a miscalculation.

The elf with the sack set it down with a huff as the others approached me cautiously.

"I think we found her," they said with a huff. "Let's get started."

"Excuse me," I spoke up. "Who are you? And where's Santa?"

"Santa's extra busy this year" the elf closest to me giggled. "But he sent you something extra special this year."

"But he usu-" my protest was cut short as one of my own cookies was shoved in my mouth.

"We don't really have time," the elf who had yet to speak up said curtly. "You'll figure it out soon enough."

Throughout this exchange I'd failed to notice the elf with the sack pulling out what appeared to be tree decorations. There were several neatly bundled lengths of silver and blue tinsel garland and a set or two of twinkly lights. I stared at it all in perplexed fascination as they grabbed the nearest blue bundle, stepped forward, and held out a hand.

"Wrist, please!" a cheery voice chimed. It wasn't a request, and it was so polite that I was a little worried what would happen if I didn't comply.

I held out my wrist hesitantly, and the elf set to work, deftly wrapping the garland around my wrist before pulling my arm behind my back and repeating the process on the other wrist to bind them together. This was ... certainly new.

"What about the clothes?" the elf to my left questioned. "The Boss said to strip her."

"Eh...leave em," the one at work on my restraints dismissed. "She's dressed like a present, and you know The Boss loves presents."

The Boss?, I thought to myself. I thought Santa was busy. Maybe he's just delayed! My whole body tingled at the thought.

Finished with my arms, the elf grabbed two silver bundles and set to work on my legs, now spread wide by the other two helpers. They were carefully tied in a diamond pattern from my upper thighs down each leg to the floor where they were topped with one of those sticky mylar gift bows. I scoffed at them until I tried to move my legs only to find they were firmly held in place as if those bows were nailed to the floor.

Finally, the elf reached for the strand of lights, carefully weaving them in a harness around my chest and torso. I squirmed at the sensation of the tiny bulbs dragged over my skin, goosebumps rising to the surface, and hid my disappointment at not being near an outlet to see them light up.

The three helper elves admired their work for a moment, grinning at mischievous satisfaction. Then, in tandem, they each pulled a sleigh bell from their pocket and shook them until the tinkly sound echoed in the room. My mind fought to focus on anything but the bells but they pulled me deeper and deeper until flecks of snow started to float in from the chimney like pixie dust.

It was time! He was here!

My whole body vibrated with excitement and anticipation as shuffling sounds echoed down the shaft. The bells continued to sing me their song as I braced myself.

The leg that came through the opening was a wearing black boot that shined like onyx. That's where the similarities to Santa abruptly ended. The leg, covered in polished crimson latex, seemed endless as it took my eyes on a journey up to a matching pencil skirt. Rosy round hips rolled into a waist cinched into a black leather corset trimmed with fur at the top where it teased of a pair of perfectly shaped breasts. My gaze transfixed, all I could do was will myself to breathe. Her candy apple lips grinned, predatory and hungry, as she peered at me over a pair of black wire glasses.

"So," she purred. "I've heard a lot about you."

My breath caught in my lungs.

"My husband speaks quite highly of you"

Husband. Holy fuck! Mrs Claus!?!

"It seems you find yourself on a very..."
Her satin gloves fingers tapped on my thigh as she pulled her face close enough to mine to smell the hot cocoa on her breath "

"Very..."

They tapped again.

"Special list"

With a pat to the side of my face she growled under her breath and bit down on the cookie that still stuck from my mouth, pulling it away with her slowly.

Taking her time to savour my cookie, she looked me over with exacting eyes while pulling her hands from her gloves one finger at a time.

"So!" she finally chimed, slapping the gloves into her palm with a look of sinister glee. "Let's begin!" And with that she shoved the gloves into my mouth as if I wasn't already speechless.

She circled me there like a prowling cat, the only sound the muffled fall of her boots on the hardwood floor. When she deemed it appropriate she'd touch me lightly with her fingertips, black nails sharpened like claws, sending bolts of electricity coursing over my skin's surface and deep to my core. After three rotations she stopped in front of me, delicately fingering the lace of my bra.

"This was a nice touch," she smiled appreciatively as she ran one finger up each shoulder strap and slid them down, pulling the cups with them to expose my breasts. The chill from the snow flurries that seemed to constantly flutter around her hands stiffened my nipples immediately, and I gasped at the sensation. My whole body shivered, whether from the cold or her touch I'm not certain, then rippled at the sharp contrast as she wrapped her lips around my right nipple, her mouth hot and steamy. She snapped, and one of her elf helpers replaced her mouth with theirs, a tiny tongue flicking around the barbel that stuck through my nipple. Then she moved to my left breast before calling in another helper. I whimpered and squirmed as two slightly pointy tongues wrote Christmas carols around my nipples.

Mrs Claus walked to the sack, deliberately positioning herself for me to get a view of her ass beneath the skirt as she bent to rummage through it before producing two tree ornaments with clamps for hooks. Another snap and the elves gave her room to approach and pinch each one around one of my nipples, causing me to yelp and jump as much as my bonds would let me. My eyes watered as I panted through the gloves stifling my moans.

The two elves lingered on the couch on either side of me, their soft little hands idly stroking my thighs as Mrs Claus reached up and pulled a thick candy cane from her tightly wound bun, sending long white curls cascading down past her ass. She stood over me and my whole body came to attention as she rapped the cane on the swell of my breasts. Sharply. Repeatedly. Bringing heat rushing to the surface to leave them with a rosy glow as I whimpered and shuddered, more tears springing to my eyes. She then took her attentions to my thighs, striking my inner thighs with the same quick blows as she had my breasts, bringing forth a new wave of moans and twitches as I pulled at my restraints.

I felt my panties being nudged aside. Then it came, like a slap, one hard strike to my outer labia. I jumped and yelped, the tears in my eyes finally pushing themselves out onto my cheeks.

"Oh no," Mrs Claus mocked a pout. "Someone was wet.... and now you're all sticky."

Sure enough, the crisp tingle of peppermint sprinkled where she'd got me with the candy cane, where my excitement had made the cane wet, where I was now sticky and sweet.

"Holly, my dear," she purred. "Please take care of this mess for me."

The elf to my left sprung from the couch and was instantly between my legs, her sharp little tongue bathing my labia, causing me to catch my back and moan louder. Once she was sure I was clean on the outside her tongue slipped and licked between my lips, bringing forth a flood of pleasure that sent ripples through my body.

Mrs Claus stepped behind me to continue her assault on my breasts. Her free hand reached down. Placing a single finger in my chin she tilted my head backwards to make eye contact.

"I don't think I have to remind you," she admonished, "not to even think about cumming til I give you permission."

I whimpered and nodded, already struggling to keep control as Holly flicked and swirled her tongue around my swollen clit. Each strike from the candy cane caused the ornament clamps to swing and pull, and I trembled and teetered on the edge as the elf's fingers ran up and down my slick slit then found my opening. I panted and moaned urgently as one tiny finger found its way inside me. Then another. Then another. Until there was a small fist pistoning inside my pussy.

I clenched and writhed, begging and pleading with my eyes until Mrs Claus took each end of the candy cane in her hands and brought it up to my neck. She pressed every so slightly and growled into my ear.

"Show me what a good girl you can be and cum for me."

I couldn't have disobeyed the order if I'd wanted to. I let go, cumming hard around Holly's hand, which didn't let up as she milked as much as she could from me. She moaned happily into my pussy as she lapped up every drop. Once she was certain she'd wrung me for everything she could, the elf withdrew her hand then climbed my body