Christmas Dreams

by Abby Rhodes

  

The trouble with having a wife who dominates you is that it's hard to make plans for Christmas, because her plans are probably a world away from yours. For instance, you might plan a week of partying, eating and drinking and sharing Christmas with friends, while she intends to tie you to the Christmas tree and put holly in your panties.

I know that being kept in the dark is part of the deal and I have no right to even make suggestions, but I just love Christmas so much I can't help myself. I didn't know what Julie had lined up for me this year but whatever it was I would do it without hesitation. So far there were no clues and it was December 23^rd already. I'd made a few tentative inquiries but Julie had only smiled at me and told me to wait and all would be revealed. She probably meant that literally.

Sometimes I imagined sexy situations (like Cameron Diaz as a Christmas present, and Mistress and me as the bread in a Diaz sandwich) and I spent half the day with a giant erection in my panties. I kept having to change them so I could pass inspection if Mistress Julie decided an inspection was needed, which was quite often. The punishments for not being immaculate could be quite painful and those little stains resulting from over-stimulation were a punishable offence.

You've met me before and my name is Michelle. I wear a French Maid's uniform at all times unless Mistress Julie tells me to wear something else. That's happened quite often lately, because one of her new pleasures is role-playing games. The games revolve around me being one of the courtesans of the Belle Amour Bordello and I've spent a lot of time in skimpy lingerie and corsets while she has me perform sexual acts on her or vice versa. If I got paid for these acts at the same rate as a girl in a real bordello I'd be very rich. I particularly liked the games where she tied me up because I just love the feeling of being helpless and at her mercy.

 

When my Mistress got home on the evening of the twenty-third of December I helped her undress and she was down to her white silk slip when she said to me, "Michelle, there's a large box in my wardrobe, the one with a gold ribbon. Please go and get it out and open it."

I found the box and laid it on Mistress' bed and carefully undid the ribbon. I lifted the lid off and found layers of tissue hiding the contents. I gently pulled them aside and revealed something made of red satin and I could see white lace and tulle.

"Take it out, Michelle."

I lifted out the garment and found I was holding a red Santa's helper costume. To be honest it was a red satin French Maid's uniform but instead of a lace cap it had a traditional red satin Santa hat with white fur around the edge and a white pom-pom.

"Put it on, Michelle," said Mistress Julie.

I quickly disrobed and my black uniform and petticoats fell to the floor. I picked them up and laid them carefully on the bed. I was left in a white corset and white panties with many rows of lacy frills, my white lace-top stockings and four-inch white pumps. I carefully slid the red costume over my head and Mistress zipped it up for me. I put the Santa hat on and I couldn't resist glancing in the mirror immediately. I saw the costume was a little shorter than my usual uniforms. The petticoats were very short but there were many layers that made the skirt stand out almost straight. My panties were just visible and so were the white garters that held my stockings up I looked as sexy as anything.

"This is your Christmas costume, Michelle, but I'm sure you've worked that out already. Oh, there's a white frilly apron in the box as well that you need to put on."

I found the tiny apron in the box and tied a neat bow behind me.

"Tomorrow night I'm hosting a group of friends from the agency, Michelle. I have a list of food I want ready for eight o'clock and by the time I leave for work in the morning I'll have a list of chores for you. You are to wear your black uniform tomorrow as usual and then you will put on your new uniform at exactly seven-thirty and of course it will be spotless. And you will be spotless too, Michelle. I really like these people and I want to impress them with the serving staff, so your nails, hair and make-up will be perfect. Expect to be punished if everything isn't exactly right."

"Of course, Mistress Julie," I said. "I'm proud to serve you."

"I know you are. Just lift up your skirts so I can see the front of your panties, Michelle."

I did as I was told with a feeling of dread because the red uniform was so sexy I had a huge hard-on and I was sure to have made a sizeable wet patch on the front of my panties where my juices were showing how turned on I was.

Sure enough. "I see you still can't control the leakage, Michelle. Your cock appears to have a mind of its own where excitement is concerned. Panties around your ankles and bend over, Michelle."

She picked up the short crop she kept on her bedside table. I dropped my panties and bent over to expose my backside through a frame of white tulle. The crop descended six times - fairly hard, but not really vicious. My backside smarted but I knew my skin wasn't broken. The trouble was that my erection was now even bigger and that would probably lead to more trouble.

"You may stand up, Michelle. Pull your panties up and …. you seem to have a very large erection, Michelle. Hmmm …I believe I might have to fuck you right now." She curled her fingers around my cock and said. "Yes, I will. Lie down on the floor, Michelle, with your cock sticking straight up in the air. That's right."

Mistress lifted up the silk slip and shed the matching panties in an instant, revealing her white garter belt and pale tan stockings. She lowered herself onto me and I easily slid up inside her. This is her favourite position for sex. She can control the pace and intensity of her orgasm and if she feels like it she can slide forward to have me lick her clean, or just lick her. Mistress has a huge sexual appetite and because she has trained me to hold my own orgasm back until she gives me permission to come, she is always satisfied.

Tonight she took a long time to come as she leisurely rode me until her eyes closed and her mouth opened.

"Come, Michelle," was all she said and I shot my load up inside her. She felt me coming and her pussy contracted around my cock as she joined me. She eventually stood up and lay on the bed and ordered me to lick her clean, something I love doing. One thing led to another, specifically another orgasm for her, and after she came I was dismissed and told to get her meal cooked and served. The evening passed, as our evenings usually do, with me cleaning up and Mistress making calls and answering e-mails until we met in front of the television at around nine. We watched the original Psycho. Not really a Christmas film but still a goodie. I wanted to watch an old Jane Powell movie on another channel, but Mistress insists on holding the remote until she goes to bed. Sometimes I go downstairs and watch a movie after she's been helped into her nightgown and turned out the light. I have to stay with her until lights out in case she needs something.

 

The next morning I made breakfast as I always do and took it up to Mistress Julie. She was already awake and had just finished my list of chores to be completed that day. She passed the list over and I found it was a long list. I would have trouble getting the chores and all the cooking done, so I needed to start as soon as possible.

Mistress made me wait and I didn't dare argue. She had me draw her bath, wash her and towel her off, then dress her and see that she had everything she needed for work. When she finally went out the door I frantically started on the lists.

I knew some of the chores could be done quickly with just a wipe from a damp cloth or a little furniture polish because I keep the house spotlessly clean at all times. If I don't I get punished. I gave my backside a rub and it still smarted a little from the crop last night. I wanted Mistress to be happy and I went at full speed to give the bathrooms a special going-over and get the toilets all gleaming.

I was more worried about the food. I made notes against every item for time to cook, time to prepare, and what time I needed to have it ready for oven, pot or pan. I was as organised as I could be. I had to get the plates and dishes with Christmas themes out of the basement and clean them. I had to re-polish every piece of silver cutlery. I had to fill decanters and sauce dishes and find, wash and iron linen and napkins.

By five I was frantic with worry. I thought I would be okay, but one thing going wrong would see me unable to sit down for a week. At seven-fifteen I did my make-up and checked my nails and hair and at seven twenty-nine I remembered I was supposed to have my new red uniform on and I raced to my bedroom and undressed and dressed. I looked in the mirror to check my stockings and my apron and I was heading down the stairs when I remembered I had to wear the Santa hat as well. I raced back into the bedroom and couldn't find it! I was starting to panic and I heard Mistress open the front door and call "Michelle. Mistress is home. Where are you?"

There it was, on the floor under the bed with just an inch of the white pom-pom showing. I pulled it on and raced downstairs.

"Welcome home, Mistress," I said. "Did you have a pleasant day?"

"Of course I didn't, you silly bitch. It's Christmas Eve and I shouldn't have to work. I should be lying on silk pillows while you wait on me hand and foot, not working my ass off to keep you in panties and stockings. I feel like beating you for the hell of it, Michelle. Show me your panties."

I lifted up my skirts. Because I'd been working non-stop all day I hadn't had a single erotic thought and my panties were in pristine condition.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do something bad sooner or later, Michelle. Go and make sure the food is okay and then come and help me get ready." She went off upstairs to her bedroom. I raced to the kitchen where several things were in the process of cooking, made sure they were under control and raced back to Mistress' room. Thank God I can run fast in heels!

Mistress was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I kneeled down and gently removed her shoes and massaged her feet. "Oh, that's good, Michelle. I'm sorry I snapped earlier, it's just that no-one else except you appreciates me and I take out my frustrations on the only person I know really cares about me."

I was glowing with pleasure when she said this. Mistress has a job in an advertising agency that keeps her really busy, sometimes up to eighteen hours a day. I've refined my massage skills and learned to provide little pleasures for her when she's tired. I draw baths for her and arrange aromatherapy oils in burners so she can forget her troubles temporarily. Then again, giving me a dozen lashes can make her feel better as well.

She stood up and I unzipped her and took off the clothes I'd put on her that morning. I ran the shower to the temperature she likes and she slid under the spray and I watched as she soaped herself, running her hands over her glorious breasts and down into her pubic hair and between her legs. I may not have been hard before, but now I was growing quite rapidly.

She rinsed off and I wrapped her in a warm towel as she left the shower. I dried her with another warm towel and turned on the hair dryer and passed it to her. She dried her hair standing naked in front of the big bathroom mirror, looking sexy and composed. I asked to be excused to see to the food and Mistress said I should go but hurry back. The first guests were due in only ten minutes.

I raced down and back and found my Mistress in her walk-in wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. This surprised me. I presumed she would have sorted out what she would wear some days ago. Perhaps she was more tired than I thought. I went to her dressing table and opened her treasure chest of silk and satin. I held up a pair of black La Perla silk pleated panties and she nodded, so I found the matching bra and garter belt and put them all on the bed. I found a new pair of black lace-top stockings and found her favourite black high-heeled pumps. Mistress was still standing naked in her closet looking at the group of black dresses hanging there, long and short and in all sorts of fabrics.

I didn't want to disturb her thought processes, but time was getting short. I was going to make a suggestion, despite the inherent danger of a stern rebuke followed by a good smacking, when she said to me. "What do you think, Michelle? Which one of these should I wear?"

A month ago she'd bought a divine dress at a charity function and I wondered if she'd forgotten about it. I pulled it off the rack and held it up.

"Of course, the charity dress. Oh, thank you, Michelle. This is perfect." The dress was slinky and reached her ankles. It had quite a few straps, and diamantes marked the cleavage and then cascaded randomly down the front of the dress all the way to the hem where they gathered like they had just come down in a diamante shower. It was a stunning dress. I'd remembered it because I'd been wearing it only a few days ago. Mistress knows I dress up in her clothes and lets me do so, but if she found I'd made a mark on a garment, or if she came home and caught me wearing something of hers, or anything except my uniform, I wouldn't be able to sit down for days.

Mistress and I wear the same size in everything except shoes, which is a great shame. About the shoes I mean.

I helped Mistress Julie into the black lingerie and then the dress. She decided the bra wasn't necessary and took it off. She found sparkling jewellery to wear with the dress including a long necklace that dangled down her cleavage to nestle between her breasts and she looked fabulous. I complimented her on how good she looked.

"Thank you, Michelle. We must go downstairs. I hear a car in the driveway and I presume our first guest is here." She led the way down the stairs, telling me to circulate with plates of finger food all night and see everyone's glasses were kept topped up.

"One or two of these people could have a considerable influence on my career. It's important that they go away with a good impression. Look out particularly for John Featherstone and Monica Daley. John is President of the company and Monica wields a lot of the real power in the organisation, possibly more than John. She may have the title Executive Secretary, but she's a great deal more than that. If she asks for something we haven't got, like fried armadillo testicles, go out and buy some."

Fried armadillo testicles?

I went to answer the doorbell which had now started chiming and Mistress composed herself in a casual pose with one elbow on the mantle and her back to the fire. She looked wonderful. The Christmas tree was just to her left and it was beautifully decorated with tinsel and sparkling baubles. Candles and coloured lights glowed throughout the branches and it was so pretty and Christmassy.

I opened the door and there was Mistress Julie's friend Samantha, with a guy who looked vaguely like Brad Pitt.

"Hello, Michelle," said Samantha. "David, give Michelle your coat. Michelle works for Julie and has special talents that only another woman could possibly comprehend. Michelle, this is David." I could see why Samantha would like David. The good looks and the closely cropped blonde hair made a very attractive package and Samantha was fond of decorative men. It was a foregone conclusion that David could also fuck Samantha into a coma or he simply wouldn't be with her.

"Good evening, Samantha, good evening, Sir," I said n my best French Maid's voice. I took the coats and hung them up and headed towards the bar. The bell rang again and as Mistress kissed and hugged her first guests she pointed to the door. I went to find the other participant in our recent sexual escapades, Mandy, waiting outside. Mandy was alone and she looked at me like I was a delicate morsel to be snacked on later.

"Hi, Michelle," she said. "Good to see you again. What colour lingerie are you wearing under that red uniform, which, by the way, is very sexy?"

"White, Mistress Mandy."

"Okay. I might want to inspect that later, Michelle."

She gave me her coat and went over to join the others. It was quite cold outside now and I wondered if it might snow later. A white Christmas is always fun. The cold wind that came through the door and curled around the flesh between my stockings and panties was giving me goose bumps in interesting places.

I headed for the bar again and the doorbell went just as I reached it. Mandy was at the bar and said she would attend to drinks for a while. At the door were four people I didn't recognise. I welcomed them, asked for their coats and directed them to the fire where the others were gathered and drinking. I hung the coats up and the bell rang again.

This went on for the next half hour as people arrived. Some people introduced themselves to me. I didn't know them by sight but a lot of names were familiar from what Mistress had said about them from time to time. Although I was seeing them for the first time I knew an awful lot about some of them.

I got a lot of attention because of the outfit I was wearing. Quite a few men got pulled away by their wives or dates because they stood real close to me when they first saw me. They introduced themselves in a deep confident manner ('Hi, I'm Chad. I don't think we've met. That's a lovely dress, er … Michelle? What a lovely name Michelle, and it matches your lovely dress. Just coming, dear.')

I finally got to the bar and Mistress whispered 'food' and I went to get the first round of snacks. When I came back I also got the first pinch on my backside. My eyes opened wide and I made an 'Ooh' sound out loud. I couldn't tell who it was but Featherstone was certainly within reach.

By this time all the guests had arrived. Mistress tapped the side of her glass and made a very short welcoming speech and told the throng that was nearly filling up the big room to 'ask Michelle if you need anything'. I saw Mandy wink at me and Featherstone was making eyes at me as well.

I continued to circulate with food and pour drinks. The party got louder and louder and everyone was having a good time. The woman who came with Featherstone and the guy with Monica Daley were almost totally ignored. The woman was wearing some serious diamonds on her ring finger so I assumed she was Mrs Featherstone, but I got the impression (from a lack of rings amongst other things) that Monica's date was just a date, not a partner. I could also tell that a lot of these people were talking work, not party. Featherstone and Daley spent a lot of time involved in a serious discussion and I suspected it was more business talk.

My Christmas costume continued to attract a lot of attention. I saw men taking surreptitious glances at my legs with the lace stocking tops and garter tabs clearly visible and the frilly panties coming into view now and then as I walked. I knew some of the women were unhappy with the effect I had on their men and it got worse as the alcohol started to kick in. By ten I'd had my backside pinched at least twenty times and several of those pinches were definitely inflicted by John Featherstone. I kept smiling and serving food and drink and being as charming as I could.

At ten-thirty Mandy stroked my backside and said she had seen some of the men pinching me, then Samantha contrived to stroke my cock through the panties when her hand couldn't be seen. She whispered, "I could do with that inside me, Michelle."

I smiled – what else could I do? The evening continued and the laughter got even louder and I was propositioned regularly by most of the men and a couple of the women. The women at this party had made a real effort to look good and there were dresses there that cost over fifteen hundred dollars and one I'd seen advertised recently at closer to twenty-five hundred. The men, on the other hand, hadn't done too much, the notable exception being John Featherstone, who was wearing a very nice Armani suit. Some of his male staff were wearing clothes only a little better than jeans.

As I circulated and tried to avoid wandering hands, I saw Mistress deep in conversation with Featherstone. Mistress had been drinking very little but Featherstone had already had many whiskies. Mrs Featherstone, whose name I never caught, was as bad and I saw her rub her hand over David's tush, much to Samantha's amusement. Samantha offered to trade David for John Featherstone. Her response was instant and almost violent. Mrs Featherstone glared at Samantha like she'd just offered her a rat sandwich and said very loudly that John was not, not, promiscuous, he was a faithful and loyal husband and Samantha would do best if she stayed away from him. She sounded very like someone trying to convince herself that her husband was an icon of good conduct and morals. My backside said different.

A few minutes later I went to the bathroom to pee and found Mistress glaring at the mirror and muttering.

"Can I be of service, Mistress?" I asked.

"I don't think so, Michelle. That bastard Featherstone has made it clear, and in the middle of my party at my house, that I won't be getting the promotion I'd been looking for and, not only that, unless I get my act together I might even need to find another job. That prick! That piece of shit! How dare he do this to me? Fuck him. I'll fix his wagon. I wish I had something to blackmail the prick with. That wife of his would tear him into pieces if she found out he was being unfaithful. What a dragon she is. Who could we set him up with?"

"I have noticed, Mistress that he has been openly flirting with many of the women at the party. He has pinched my backside at least ten times and keeps making remarks about how sexy I am. Imagine if he knew I wasn't a girl."

"What a pervert! What a hypocrite! Wait a minute. That's it! We can fix him beautifully. What if I had pictures of him and you and the look of surprise on his face when he finds a cock inside your panties? What if I offered to send copies to Mrs Featherstone? This is brilliant. Go downstairs at once and start flirting with him again."

"May I pee first, Mistress?"

"Oh, all right. But hurry. As soon as you're done, go downstairs and I'll make some arrangements. Talk to him and keep him interested. I'll come and talk to you shortly."

She left, I peed and went to find John Featherstone again. He definitely liked what he saw. He was almost drooling down my front by the time Mistress asked John to excuse us for a moment.

"It's all set up," she whispered to me. "I'll have the camera set up in the closet in your room and I want you to lure him up there with the promise of sex. Describe your hot, wet pussy and I'm sure he'll agree he needs a good fuck. I'll get Samantha to distract Mrs Featherstone so he can sneak upstairs. Remember, I want to get a picture of a large erection looking him in the eye. Make sure your petticoats are out of the way and your panties are well down. Go!"

Mistress left for my bedroom, stopping to whisper briefly to Samantha. Samantha nodded and moved towards Mrs Featherstone. I walked up very close to John and looked up at him with my eyes wide open.

"Hello again, Michelle," he said. "My word you really are a beautiful girl. Are you seeing anyone?"

"Why, John. You certainly are a flatterer. No, I'm not seeing anyone right now except you. I'm waiting for the right man to come along and take me away."

"How will you know he's the right man, Michelle?"

"How will I know? He'll be the head of a good strong company, he will be good-looking, charming and suave. He will have a good sized cock and he will fill up my hot wet pussy. My tight little hot wet pussy. You know, John, I think he's going to be very much like you."

Featherstone swallowed his drink the wrong way and spluttered a little. I took the handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped some of the liquid off his front and accidentally brushed against his cock, which was now making a large bulge in his Armani trousers.

"I'm sorry, John. Did I take you by surprise? The trouble is I haven't had a good fucking in a year or more and I was hoping someone here tonight would be up to it."

Featherstone cleared his throat. "To answer your question, yes, you did take me by surprise, Michelle. Good lord. Tell me. Michelle. Is there anywhere here we could meet to discuss this further?"

"Why, Mr Featherstone. Are you suggesting you could do this exacting work? See that my hot, wet, tight little pussy gets taken care of?"

"Yes," he whispered. "I'd love to fuck you, Michelle. Show me where we can be alone and I'll show you how your ideal man should make you scream with pleasure."

"I'd love to and if you're sure John, let me go ahead. Follow me upstairs very soon and go into the first room off the upstairs hallway on the right. I'll be waiting. Make me scream as you put it inside me. John. I'm running with juice as we speak." I smiled again and left the room and made my way up the stairs. I went into my room and whispered as loud as I could, "He's coming." There was no response from the closet, which was open about six inches. I sat on the end of the bed and waited and thirty seconds later Featherstone walked in. He took a furtive look around, closed the door and came over.

I said, "I'm glad you came, John, although you might be coming some more very soon. Can I see your big boy?" I put my hand against his trouser bulge and there was a huge erection in there fighting to get out. I unzipped him and said, "Please let me see it, John. I want to see what you're going to fuck me with."

He pulled out quite a good-sized cock and I grasped it firmly and gave it a little lick.

"This is a real cock, John. This is what I've been wanting for such a long time." I gave it another lick and it continued to grow. It really was quite big.

"Quickly," I said. "Get your clothes off so you can fuck me, John." I undid his belt and in no time his jacket, pants, shirt and boxers were on the floor. His cock stood proudly at attention and I lay back on the bed.

"Close your eyes, and brace yourself, John, while I take my panties off and you can give me the fucking of the year." I pulled my panties off and lifted my petticoats clear. My cock was bigger and harder than Featherstone's with the excitement of being involved in this deception.

"Open your eyes now, John and have a look at me," I invited.

John opened his eyes and for a moment he couldn't quite get the picture, but Mistress Julie did as the flash illuminated the room and a fine pair of cocks.

"Uh … uh, what the hell is this? Fuck you, you're a … a … man. You fucking teasing little bitch. You're a man!"

"He certainly is, and more of a man than you'll ever be," said Mistress as she emerged from the closet with her camera. "It's time to renegotiate my contract, John. You don't have to of course, but I'm sure Mrs Featherstone would appreciate a framed copy of this picture if you don't. In fact, a whole lot of people on the Internet will like it too. It's a shame you couldn't identify who does what in the company and how well they do it. I understand you were going to give my job to that slut Natalie, the blonde with the short skirts and very few morals. By the way, did you know Monica has a video of you fucking her across her desk at last year's party? She doesn't seem to have many morals either, because quite a few people have seen it."

Featherstone was struggling back into his clothes and red as a tomato. His cock had shrunk right back up inside his body.

"Julie," he said, "I could never agree that this is the way to renegotiate a contract. All the same, if you call into my office first thing on the 27^th, I'm sure we can work out something suitable, but please, please, don't let my wife see that picture. Or anyone else. It would be bad enough if I was caught with a girl, but caught with a man dressed as a girl would ruin my entire life. I rely on your discretion." He knotted his tie and left the room.

I already had my panties back on. Mistress was grinning broadly and she gave me a huge hug and a long lingering kiss. "You were fantastic, Michelle," she said. "I'll see that bastard gives me a raise and an extra week's holiday and takes a couple of my less interesting clients off me. He can give them to Natalie the Slut. You can look forward to a reward for tonight's work, Michelle."

I smiled with pleasure and went to repair my make-up before I went downstairs again. When I came out of my bathroom Mistress had already gone and I found her downstairs pouring champagne. A little further away John Featherstone was arguing with his wife because he wanted to leave, but Mrs F. was determined to stay a little longer. Apparently Samantha had used her charms to calm Mrs F's inner dragon. Then Mistress stepped up to John Featherstone and said she was wanted to get to know Mrs F. better and would love her to stay on. John turned pale and wandered off to talk to someone else. The look on his face when he saw Monica was pure hatred.

By now it was close to midnight and so far no-one had gone home. The food was all gone but there was plenty to drink and I kept all the glasses full. At three the last guest finally went and it was Mistress and me and Mandy left sitting in front of the fire. Samantha was upstairs fucking David in Mistress' room.

"That was a great party, Julie," said Mandy." You did well too, Michelle. Great food, good drink. All I need now is a good fuck and I'll be content. Er…Julie, could I borrow Michelle? She looks so cute in that red costume and the red and white Santa hat. I've never been fucked by the Christmas fairy. How about it, doll?"

"By all means, Mandy. Go for it. Michelle, fuck Mandy until she can't walk. I'm going to sit here quietly on the couch and make plans for my job and then I'm going to go to bed after I've kicked David and Samantha out of it. Please use the big guest bedroom. Michelle, I'll get you breakfast in the morning and the same for you if you're still here, Mandy. You've done fantastically well tonight Michelle and because I love you I'm going to make Christmas day very special."

Mandy and I went up to the guest bedroom and she took her clothes off. A naked Mandy is something special. I took only my panties off because Mandy said her fantasy involving the Christmas Fairy meant I had to keep the red costume on.

Mandy rode me and then I rode Mandy. We licked each other's juicy parts and I took her from behind. She sat on my face and she took advantage of my hard erection to try some positions she'd been wanting to try. Then she put on the red costume and sat on my cock and came again and again until she finally admitted she'd had enough. She must have had five orgasms by then and we both just fell asleep.

The next morning we were woken up by Mistress Julie bringing in breakfast on a trolley. Surprise, surprise, she was wearing a pale blue French Maid's uniform and she looked spectacular. She had everything on down to the apron and I could see from my position lying on the bed that she had a pair of frilly white panties on as well.

It felt strange to have Mistress serving me but she did a wonderful job with cereals and fruit and coffee. She dribbled cream down Mandy's front and suggested I lick it off, which of course I did. Immediately I had the cream cleaned up and Mandy's nipples were standing out, Mistress pulled back the covers and dribbled cream on my cock, which Mandy proceeded to lick off, following that with a full blow job where she took my cock way down into her throat. Because Mistress was in the room I had to have her permission to ejaculate. I was almost bursting by the time she remembered and said, "You may ejaculate, Michelle." I exploded in Mandy's throat and she gulped a huge load down.

Mistress joined us in bed then and I had the rare privilege of being allowed to make love to her in the missionary position and I was allowed to ejaculate inside her in this position as well, but only after she'd come twice. Mandy got the same treatment and it was midday before Mistress suggested I could clean up and get Christmas dinner under way. She invited Mandy to stay if she had no other plans and Mandy accepted at once. I left the room as Mandy turned to Mistress and took her left nipple into her mouth.

Once downstairs in a fresh black uniform I got the dinner organised and cleaned up the mess from the party. A lot of food had been dropped and drinks spilled and someone had left a very nice pair of black panties behind a pot plant. Overnight a large pile of parcels had been placed around the Christmas tree. I couldn't resist having a touch and seeing which had my name on them. None! Surely there was a mistake there? Mistress must have another heap somewhere. That reminded me; the presents I'd bought for Mistress were still upstairs. I raced to get them and spread them around the tree.

By five I had the place cleaned up and it would be another hour before the turkey was ready. I sat down in front of the fire for a moment and thought about the last twenty-four hours. I'd really enjoyed being part of the blackmail plot. It was yet another service I could perform for Mistress Julie and I'd enjoyed a huge amount of sex overnight and this morning. (Strangely enough, because I'm strictly hetero, I kept having this image of Featherstone's large and hard cock waving at me.)

Sitting there in front of the fire with the Christmas tree sparkling and surrounded by presents, I thought everything was perfect. I got up and put a Christmas carol CD on the sound system and as Silent Night came out of the speakers I heard "Merry Christmas, Michelle," from the staircase. I looked around and there were Mistress and Mandy. Mistress was back in her blue French Maid uniform and Mandy was now wearing the red outfit.

I couldn't help myself, I burst into tears. They were so beautiful! Mistress asked how long dinner would be. I told her an hour and she said that was just enough time to open presents.

Because Mandy was in red, Mistress Julie nominated her to be Santa Claus and pass out presents, but first she had one instruction.

"There's a largish box behind the tree (I hadn't noticed it) for Michelle. Can you give her that first please, Mandy."

Mandy found the box and passed it to me. It was a large box and it was wrapped in white and blue paper with a huge pink bow around it. I opened it. Inside was a new uniform, but this one was in blush pink satin with as many petticoats as I'd ever seen on a uniform.

"Put it on, Michelle. Get your working clothes off, it's Christmas" said Mistress.

Mandy unzipped me and I shed my black and put on the pink. Mandy zipped me up and I looked in the mirror over the mantle. It was beautiful! I was beautiful!!

Mistress agreed. "You look beautiful, Michelle. Come and sit on the couch next to me while Mandy hands presents out."

"But there were no parcels with my name on them, Mistress."

"That's because they're all for you, Michelle."

My mouth dropped open. "For me? But ... but … Mistress, you are so generous."

"Michelle, I know very well you love Christmas, and although out relationship may be slightly unorthodox, it suits both of us and I love you dearly, so the idea that I might not buy Christmas presents should be put of your head forever. I'll always make sure you enjoy Christmas and this year you helped me have a great Christmas. This coming year is going to be an interesting one. I wonder if I can get a picture of you with Monica Daley? Mmm. Worth thinking about. Time to start unwrapping, Michelle."

I couldn't help myself. I felt my eyes getting teary again.

"Here, Michelle, dry your eyes and open this." Mandy put a large box in my hands. I dried my eyes and told her to give Mistress Julie the gift wrapped in red paper.

I opened my parcel and found a glorious blue silk nightgown and robe, but that was just the beginning. Mistress knows what I like and what I like is lingerie. There were panties and slips and bras, chemises, stockings, garter belts and shoes. There was make-up, there was a blonde wig for dress-ups and a gold-trimmed black satin and lace corset and panties from Paris. The presents kept coming. In the meantime, Mistress was opening my gifts to her.

I'd managed to find an erotic carved netsuke that was exquisite in its detail and extremely rude and that was the prize gift, but I'd also found a cityscape by a local artist she liked, and an old Japanese lacquered box. I'd hidden a Mayan piece inside the box, just a small piece but a very nice one. There were other things too, like handmade notepaper and a pair of black mules trimmed with feathers.

Overall, we catered to each others tastes perfectly.

Mandy stared open-mouthed at the array of gifts. Mistress and I felt guilty there was nothing for her and we both said so, but she didn't mind. She said there was stuff for her back at her place and we hadn't known she would be with us on Christmas Day. I told her to try on anything she liked and soon afterwards she was admiring herself in the corset and panties from Paris.

We ate when the turkey was ready and drank champagne. We watched Santa Claus – The Movie and Singing in the Rain and we drank a toast to Donald O'Connor. Mandy didn't get home that night either and we all shared Mistress's bed. Of course there was sex.

It was the best Christmas I'd ever had.

 

May all your Christmas presents be lingerie. Merry Christmas to you all.

Love, Abby.

  

  

  

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