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"You know what tonight is, don't you pet?" Mistress asked, smiling gently as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Yes Ma'am," I responded, "Christmas Eve, Ma'am."

She was biting her lip gently, looking at me with a mixture of excitement and sympathy.

"That's right, baby," she told me, continuing to stroke my hair, "And you know what we do on Christmas Eve, don't you?"

I shook my head, "No Ma'am."

She took me by the hand and helped me lay down on the bed. As she rolled me on my stomach, she explained gently, "Well, pet, on Christmas Eve, we wrap our presents."

I raised my head, looking back at her, seeing her pick up a large box and sit it on the bed beside me.

She chuckled softly, "Don't worry pet, I've already picked your gift to me."

She pulled a large spool of red ribbon from the box and cut a long piece. She drew my arms back behind me and placed my hands together. She wrapped the piece of ribbon around my thumbs and cinched it together and tying it in a bow. She added a piece around my wrists, binding them together tightly, followed by a long line of ribbon around my elbows. It was a strange sensation, both delicate and secure. I tested them gently and found the bonds surprisingly strong.

Carefully, she rolled me onto my back, exposing my cock, swelling with excitement. She smiled and gave it a few long, slow strokes. "We'll take care of you in a minute," she said playfully, letting her fingertips linger as she withdrew her touch.

Next, she straightened my legs and tied my big toes together with more ribbon, followed by my ankles, calves, knees and thighs. Each ended in a large, billowing bow.

Her smile grew wicked as her fingers surrounded my cock, which began to twitch at her tough, making her laugh.

"So sensative, pet. . . ." she teased as she wound a length of ribbon behind my balls, slowly drawing the ends, constricting the ribbon around the base of my cock. She continued wrapping, this time in front of my balls, slowly pulling the ends taut and tying them off, again in a large bow.

I looked down at the ribbons all over my body and began to blush.

Mistress ran her fingernails along the underside of my cock, and giggled softly, "It's very pretty pet, so delicate and frilly" she teased, knowing how it would humiliate me.

I closed my eyes tightly, and whimpered, "Yes Mistress."

She helped me sit up on the edge of the bed and removed several rolls of wrapping paper. She selected a roll with angels and bells and cut a large square piece. After it was cut, she placed it on top of my head and drew the corners down, completely covering my face and head. I could feel her tie a length of ribbon around my neck, completing my wrapping paper hood.

Slowly, without saying a word, she helped raise me to my feet. As I stood, I felt her surround my body with wrapping paper, from my neck to my feet. Each time she passed the roll around my body, I felt it grow tighter. All I could see and smell was the wrapping paper which encased me.

"Such as pretty gift," she said as she helpled me rest back on the bed.

She spoke directly to me, he head close to my ear.

"You are to stay still until I unwrap you. I don't want you to do anything to crease that pretty paper."

I squirmed slightly.

"Perfectly still," she snapped.

I whimpered softly, growing more uncomfortable my the minute.

"Yes Ma'am."

Sleeping was difficuly, but four or five times I managed to drift off, remaining on my back, as motionless as possible.

Before long, I could feel the sun through the window, warming my body and making my hood glow.

I was snapped back to consciousness by my Mistress's words, "Merry Christmas, pet."

I felt my arms and legs were stiff from the night of bondage. I wanted desperately to stretch.

I grew more alarmed as I heard the familiar click and felt the flash of the camera going off.

Before long, she was running her hands over me, smoothing the wrapping, paying special attention to stimulating my wrapped cock.

Her teasing brought moans and deep breathing from inside my hood. Her hands were soon all over me, as I tried not to squirm at her touch.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the paper begin to rip and the sensation of the cool air touch my skin, down on my left thigh. Soon, the ripping continued, freeing my body ever so slowly.

After the paper was removed from my legs, she took more pictures, followed my continued unwrapping and photo shoots.

Finally, when I was down to my ribbon and paper mask, I felt her slowly undo the bow around my neck.

When my head was free, I blinked to let my eyes adjust to the light.

She was sitting over me, smiling. Quickly she leaned down, whispered "Merry Christmas" and covered my mouth with hers, her tongue filling my mouth, probing me, as I lay back passive, letting her explore every inch of my mouth.

As she let up, I inhaled deeply.

"Now, baby," she said softly, "for your present."

She reached down beside the bed and raised up a chastity belt, dangling from her finger.

"You get to wear this for me," she said, unable to hide her delight.

"Oh, Mistress," I gasped.

She slowly untied my legs and slid the belt up over my thighs. I raised my hips, allowing her to slide the belt into place. She held a few cubes of ice to my swollen cock, until it softened enough to fit into the chastity tube. Once it had, she locked the belt shut with a small brass lock.

"Do you know what your gift to me is, pet?"

I shook my head, "No, Ma'am"."

She laughed, running her hands over the belt, "Your orgasms, pet."

She bit her lip and smiled, looking at me, "You don't get to have them anymore."

"Mistress," I whined.

She looked at me sternly.

"If you are good, and I mean really good, maybe Mistress will have a present in your stocking," she said holding up the key.

"If you're good," she paused, "maybe you'll find the key in your stocking. . . .next year."

I gazed at her absolute beauty and at that moment felt overtaken by the need to please her. My cock started to swell in its steel tube, causing me to wince slightly.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, "Merry Christmas and Mistress. . . "

She looked at me, waiting for my response.

"Thank you for my present," I said softly.

She smiled, "You are welcome pet. And Merry Christmas."

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