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Subject: {ASSM} MERRY CHRISTMAS (MF/F, Slavery, BDSM) -  Cindy Silver Eyes
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MERRY CHRISTMAS

(MF/F, Slavery, BDSM)

Cindy Silver Eyes

Inspired by and largely a remake of a fantastic story by
Hawk_Fann & Sbbe, "The Present", featuring long parts that are
directly taken from it.  I just had to adopt it...  If authors
contact me, I will make necessary changes or remove the story. 
Otherwise, consider it a small tribute...

The original story: 
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/chapter.php?storyid=4808&chapt
erid=17962

My site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/

cse1986@rocketmail.com


*****

"So, this is her, huh...?" Charles said, examining the picture...
It was a half-naked girl, wearing only a pair of kinky little
panties, her large breasts bare. She looked young and gorgeous.

"That is her..." the other man noted, apprehensively. "She's
gorgeous you gotta admit..." he noted, adding "just a junior in
University, 21 years old..."

"It's nice to be young and fresh" Charles admitted without
further comment. "And you won't feel bad about losing her..?"

"I do have obligations to you.." 

"Well, this is hell of a way to settle your gambling debt to me,
Michael..." Charles allowed. "Which is, to be exact, $540,000...
excluding any interest..."

Michael swallowed. He'd been in debt for close to a year now, and
he got the feeling that the interest would be paid rather
painfully unless he got square very soon... Charles Keane was
just a high-level business executive, but he was tough as nails
and had a mean streak. And the illegal gambling club they'd met
in Brooklyn had a policy of guaranteeing that debts were
enforced... Anything less would be bad for business.

"She'll be worth it..." he said.

"What's her name?"

"Cindy..."

"And she's your slave...?"

"Yes..." 

"Yes..  as in what?  What do you do together?"

"Well..  she calls me Master when we're playing in private... 
She loves to be tied up.  She likes to be spanked... lightly,
she's no fan of pain.  Aahm...  we visited the bondage clubs many
times.  She as the slave, me as the Master of course...!  I mean
she doesn't come out in the open with it, but she does love being
dominated, I can assure you...  I've done all the conditioning I
can on her too   I am a psych professor after all..."

Charles chuckled. "This is all a far cry from what we're talking
about here, no?"

"I suppose Charles... but I will take care of everything. You
won't need to worry about a thing... Fat Pete will help me with
it".

Charles raised an eye-brow   Fat Pete was a small-time henchman
and the security guard at the gambling club. He was not exactly
bright, but Charles figured he'd know his way around when it came
to illegal stuff.

"What's in it for him?"

"Well, he'll be getting my Rolex and the keys to my car... It's a
Range Rover. And he won't have to be breaking my legs later on.
He's known me for years, you know..."

"Well, touching..." Charles seemed to ponder. "I have to say,
Michael, you're one class act: You first seduce your student into
a kinky relationship, then lose half a million bucks in gambling,
and you end up selling her into slavery of strangers, with the
help of a mobster... A true class act..."

Michael swallowed but ignored the insult.

"We will deliver her just as you asked... I will be seeing her in
my apartment in couple days, and I will explain the new
arrangement to her...  She won't like having a new Master, I
guess she won't like it   but once she passes out, it should be
easy to..."

"Spare me the details" Charles cut the other man off. "Just make
sure she knows what the deal is by the time she arrives   she'll
be a pain in the ass at first anyway, I want her prepped at
least..."

"Absolutely..." the psychology professor nodded. "Consider it
done.."

"And you know she has to arrive on Christmas day".

"Yes, indeed..."

Charles smiled at last.. 

"She'll be the perfect Christmas present for my wife..."


*****


Charles led Liz down the stairs   it was Christmas morning, and
she was excited about the presents as always. 

"So did you get me the SLK honey?" she chuckled, only
half-joking... "because I did get you that new hunting rifle you
wanted.."

"Well, I got you something better... At least, I'd like to think
so...".  Charles looked at his wife almost with envy   he could
swear she looked almost like the twin sister of Elizabeth Hurley.
 And she was deserving of the best things in life, didn't she?

"What is it..." Liz began to ask, but she suddenly stopped in her
tracks as she saw the sight in the living room.

There she was, in the middle of the room just as Charles had her
placed. Fully nude, tied to a heavy oak kitchen chair, arms
behind her, legs pulled back, so that her feet were off the floor
and her ankles were tied to the chair's rear legs; a bright red
ball gag in her mouth and a matching ribbon sash wrapped around
her neck, with the bow coming down between her firm breasts.
About the only thing Cindy could move was her head, and she
jerked it up in renewed terror when she saw them come down the
stairs.

Liz's jaw dropped, and she slowly brought a hand to her mouth.
She turned to Charles, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Oh...my...God," she said, taking a step closer. She looked back
at her husband, trying to form words - she didn't even know what
to ask!

"Do you like her?" Charles asked, as if the bound woman in the
living room was a new puppy.

Liz giggled. "What's going on? Who is this?"

Cindy was watching them both carefully, moving her head from
Charles to Liz as they spoke.

"She's your present...!"

"My what? Who is she?" Liz took another step closer, then
another, until she was standing over Cindy, who moved her head
away from her as best she could. Liz squatted down and looked her
in the eyes. "Is she a prostitute or something?"

"Baby, do you think I'd bring a prostitute into the house for
you? You know me better than that." Charles objected.

"Well then who is she?"

"She is our slave."

"Our what?" Liz giggled.

"Our slave. I bought her, for you. For us."

"You bought her?"

"Well, technically, it was a barter... Her previous Master had a
sizeable gambling debt to me that he had to close... As you can
see, he offered her as the full payment. He arranged the delivery
and various other formalities as well... "

Liz looked at Charles with an awe...

"I thought it was the perfect solution to our little dilemma"
Charles further explained with a grin. Both Liz and he had
enjoyed BDSM. Problem was, both enjoyed the dominant role. While
they had tried to accommodate each other on occasion with some
bondage and role-playing, it was never quite satisfactory.

"But how...?" Liz still questioned.

"Sssshhhh," Charles said. "None of that matters. She is here now
and she is ours and that is all that matters."

"She has a fantastic body," Liz said. 

"You can touch her, she can't bite, not with that gag in her
mouth, anyway."

Liz reached out and took Cindy's right breast in her hand.

"Mmmmmmpppphhh" Cindy cried, tried to say something through the
gag, rocking against her bonds.

Liz jerked her hand back, surprised, then blushed. "I don't think
she likes that."

"What she likes doesn't matter, baby. You're the boss of her
now."

Liz frowned and furrowed her brow: "That's right, I'm the boss of
you" she said to Cindy. She reached out and took the young
woman's breast in her hand again, and this time Liz did not let
go when she began bucking and making noises through the gag. Liz
giggled and turned back to Charles. "I don't think she likes her
titties being touched. Shame too, they're such nice titties."

"She'll get over it," Charles said. "That's what these are for."

Liz had been so excited by the bound slave girl that she hadn't
even noticed all of the packages under the tree. "You got me even
more presents!" she giggled. "Are these all for me?"

"Well, I plan to use a few of them myself. Open this one
first..." Charles smiled, handing her a long, thin package
wrapped in red foil paper. She ripped off the wrapping and tore
open the box and held up the sleek black crop.

"Weeeeeeee!" she said, swishing it through the air. Cindy's eyes
widened in alarm. 

"Hah!" Liz, said, pointing the tip of the crop at the terrified
young woman. "You better be on your best behavior, girl." She
whistled it through the air again, seeing how close she could
come to Cindy without hitting her, giggling all the while. Tiring
of this, she dropped the crop to the floor and clapped her
hands...

"What else? What's this?" she said, picking up a smaller package
and ripping off the paper. It looked like a jewellery case for
earrings, only a bit bigger. Charles smiled as she opened it and
looked at the silver items inside with a questioning expression.

"Nipple clamps," Charles explained. "Let me show you..." He took
one out and bent over the slave and took her left breast in his
hand, rolling the nipple until it got hard. He fastened the clip
to the nub and then turned the screw to tighten it into place.
Cindy winced and groaned through the gag, then tried to shake it
free   to no avail... 

"Let me try," Liz giggled, taking her other nipple and putting
the clamp in place. "Like this?" she said, turning the screw.
Charles figured she must have given it one more turn than he did
because Cindy reared her head back and groaned even louder. She
began shaking her head no-no-no and there were tears in her
eyes.

"Open something else." Charles said.

"Yay," Liz said, and opened another package, this one containing
a long bullwhip. "Woohhhh," she said, "this must be for when
she's really bad."

"No. This one is..." her husband said, handing her another. Liz
tore it open and held up the long metal rod. "Cattle prod"
Charles explained. 

"You mean -"

"Yep, it's charged. Just turn it on and - HEY, be careful, don't
touch the business end of that thing."

Liz giggled, holding the thing in front of Cindy, who's eyes had
gotten very wide. She had gone perfectly still. "This seems to
have her attention...!"

"That it does..."

"What else, what else..." Liz said, diving under the tree. She
began tearing package after package open. A cane. A flogger. Arm
binders. Cuffs. An assortment of blindfolds and gags. She knew
what some of them were; others Charles had to explain. 

Through it all Cindy sat there, whimpering through her gag, her
face flushed with fear and humiliation. She was helpless as her
tormentors revealed one tool of subjugation after another, all to
be used on her for their amusement and for her to learn her place
as nothing more than a plaything for them.

"I can't believe how much stuff you got..." Liz told her
husband.

"We're going to need it." Charles said. "We have to train her
ourselves."

"Train her, you mean to do like tricks?" Liz giggled.

"No sweetie, train her to be our slave. She is not here
willingly, not entirely. I'm saying we have to train her to be
obedient, to follow our every command..." Charles said, handing
Liz the last wrapped package. Liz tore it open and took out the
black leather collar.

"Pretty" she said, running her finger over it. She stood up and
placed it around Cindy's neck above the red sash and fastened the
buckle in the back. "There you go, girl. Now we're all set." 

Cindy hung her head, the tears dripping from her eyes onto her
lap as she wept through the gag.

Liz turned to me. "Hey, what's her name?"

"Whatever we want it to be..." Charles replied.

"What was it?"

"Never mind what it was... She's not the same woman before; she's
a mere slave... She is ours now, so we get to name her, same as
if we'd gotten a new pet..."

"Hmmm" Liz said, putting a finger under the slave's chin and
lifting her head so she could take a good look at her
tear-stained face. "Now what should we call you?..."

"There's time to decide that" Charles said. "Now do you want to
see the other part of your surprise?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, our slave has to have a place to live." Liz looked at
Charles, a grin spreading on her lips. Charles nodded towards the
basement door. "You see, there were a few workers making some
modifications to our basement yesterday. Want to go peek?"

"Oh you bad, bad, boy," Liz said, throwing her arms around his
neck and raising up on her tippy-toes to kiss Charles. "What have
you done?"

"Let's go see."

"Can we take her with us" she said, looking back over her
shoulder at the new slave.

"Baby, when it comes to her, you can do anything you want"
Charles replied with a smile.

As soon as they untied Cindy, the young woman hands shot to her
nipples and she tried to remove the clips. "Charles" Liz whined,
pulling her arms away. 

Cindy tried to get up and run but her legs just wouldn't function
  she'd been sitting in that twisted position for hours... The
pain of the blood flow returning to her arms and legs caused her
to crumble off the chair as soon as she leaned forward. 

"Charles" Liz yelled as she reached down, but Charles was already
prepared: Heavy leather sleeves encased Cindy's arms with some
effort. 

Yet Cindy continued to struggle, wanting to get away.

"She's being a little pain Charles" Liz whined in an annoyed
voice.

"I told you we have to train her..." 

"She should be nicer, she almost knocked me over...!" 

Charles calmly pressed Cindy down on the floor. "Liz, honey, show
her who's the Mistress dear..." 

"Oh Charles, really" Liz asked excitedly. Cindy felt the woman
get off her, but Charles was more than enough to keep her pinned
down on the floor. Cindy realized the woman was going for the
crop with dread.

There was a loud swoosh as a burn exploded across her thighs. 

"Weeeee, oh Charles, watch her wiggle. Hold her still."

Cindy screamed into the gag as the woman whipped her again in the
same spot. "Oops, Charles look at that. I think I made her bleed
just a little." 

"That will do Liz" Charles said, chuckling. 

"But she doesn't know I'm the Mistress yet, look at her fight." 

"Ask her Liz, ask her if she knows."

Liz kneeled and got her face next to Cindy's. "Do you know I'm
your mistress?" 

Cindy tried to answer; she couldn't say much through the gag but
her pain and fear were obvious. "She sounds like a little kitty."
Liz laughed in her face, then pursed her lips in mock
seriousness. "Be still little Kitty or your mistress is going to
spank you again." Cindy forced herself to be still and beg behind
the cruel gag. 

"Oh Charles," she reached out and stroked her cheek around the
gag. "She does, she knows." The whip dropped from her fingers,
the handle landing with a thud not an inch from Cindy's nose -
she whimpered again. 

"Kitty, she's kitty. I can name her Kitty, can't I?"

"Sure Liz, you can name her Kitty" replied Charles with a
chuckle... 

"Now, let's take her down to the basement..."

*****

Liz parked her car, and walked into the house giddy with
anticipation as always   it was just so much fun to have a sex
slave to play with when you got home after a boring day ...
Charles would soon arrive, too, and she had maybe an hour with
the slave all to herself; while she enjoyed using the slave
together with her beloved husband, it was great having her all to
herself, too... She poured herself a glass of Chardonnay and made
her way down the basement after unlocking the heavy steel door. 

As soon as Liz opened the door and started descending down the
stairs, the fully nude young woman in the basement-turned-dungeon
assumed her greeting position: crouched on her heels, legs spread
wide, and hands behind her neck; completely open for the use of
her owners...

"Welcome Home Mistress... Please fuck me" she whined, as she'd
been taught.

Liz smiled: None of that early rebelliousness was to be found
anymore... 

"Not yet slut..." she replied sternly, feeling mean... "First
clean my boots.."

The girl immediately crawled over to Liz and began licking her
boots clean, amusing her Mistress with her pathetic servility.

Liz grinned - it was just so much fun to watch the slave grovel
at her feet like this... But she'd dreamt about getting herself
off all day, so she put a stop to it, making her way towards the
wall   the wall which housed all their toys...

She stepped out of her trousers and picked up a huge black
strap-on dildo with studs, fastening it tight   she loved using
the large variety of strap-ons they owned, almost as much the
girl hated them. 

"Alright Kitty..." she commanded the young blonde... "Time to
suck cock...".

"Yes, slave   suck, suck, suck..." Liz commanded the younger
woman as she took the impossibly huge rubber penis in her mouth.
"Suck, if you know what's good for you..." It was a particularly
expensive model, stimulating Liz as her slave sucked on it. She'd
also grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, which she planned to use while
she was fucking her slave to make sure she'd be bucking like her
ass was on fire...

*****

By the time Charles walked into the basement, Kitty was down on
her knees again, eating Liz, who was smoking a cigarette with a
happy grin on her face   he imagined she'd been at it for a good
hour, and his hard-on only grew tighter.

He was in a mood to get a good blow-job himself - Liz had always
been willing to offer pretty decent oral sex, but nothing like a
21-year who performed under threat of performance reviews and
punishment... 

This had been one hell of a Christmas present, that was for
sure.

"Well, how about I borrow Kitty darling?" he asked with a grin.

"Well, why, certainly" Liz giggled, pushing the girl away. "You
know I love to watch! Atta girl   off to your Master now..."

Soon, Kitty was crawling towards Charles, knowing she must unzip
him with her teeth and give one hell of a blow-job to avoid
punishment... 

And for Kitty, the most dreadful thing was, as much as she hated
it, she was wet as a water fountain... 

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