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A Christmas Story by Bitch (Hijack to your hearts content...smiles)
<<Just as I promised, rebecca.....Love Bitch>>
Frissle hopped behind the chimney quick at the sounds from the street below. Dang humans, what was one of them doing out at this time of night, anyway? He peeked around the corner of the warm bricks and nearly slid off the roof. No! Couldn't be! Oh, no, it wasn't. She was just in one of those silly elf costumes the humans made. She sure filled it out better than any elf did, though.
Frissle ogled shamelessly as the woman staggered up the street, then sucked in a breath as she turned towards him. What was she doing? She unzipped her bright red coat and took off her scarf, and wrapped it around the neck of one of the snowmen in the yard below. Frissle grinned. There was a whole crew of snowmen at this house, the kids must have had a busy day. They were good kids, he'd already checked them off on the good side of Santa's list, and had been about ready to hop to the next roof when the drunken woman appeared.
He twitched his finger and the snowman behind her reached over and goosed her. The shapely blonde woman let out a little shriek and spun around, a bit too quickly in the snow. Frissle almost lost his grip on the chimney smothering his laughter as she sat abruptly, her lovely legs spread wide. He couldn't resist making sure a little snow made it up her skirt to tease her naughty bits. Her eyes widened and she scrambled quickly to get up, managing to turn over and push her legs straight, hands still buried in the snow as she tried to catch her drunken balance. Oh, this was just too good.
Frissle's finger pointed and another snowman moved a little to press up against her bottom as she tried to stand. Yet another slid up in front of her and she suddenly had a mouth full of snow just as the wind blew her skirt up. It stifled her cry when the snow slid down the crack of her ass to rub against her soaked panties. The elf was laughing hysterically as she pulled herself from between the snowmen and stumbled trying to get out between them. When she fell yet again he used both hands to cover his mouth and try to stay quiet.
That was a mistake. Suddenly Frissle was sliding down the roof. It happened too fast and he was laughing too hard to catch himself and suddenly he was falling straight toward the woman looking up at him wide-eyed. Oh, Santa was not going to like this.
Frissle landed with an oomph and slowly looked up from between her thighs, trying a very uncertain smile out on her. The woman's eyes narrowed. She glared. Uh oh.
"Who, and what, are you?" She didn't look quite so drunk any more. Frissle figured the adrenalin from his little game must have woke her up a bit.
"Me? Oh nobody, I'm nobody, really, you should just go home and sleep it off, you just dreamed it, nothing happened, really, I'm not even here, just a dream, that's it, just a dream, you should head on home now, really…" He jumped up and tried to lift her out of the snow and send her on home.
She wasn't having any of it. Darn it anyway, she was too focused now for the little distracting magics to work. She let him pull her out of the snow, but kept her hold on his hand. "Who, and what, are you?" Her eyes wandered over his pointy ears sticking out the sides of his red cap, the longish nose, the wiry frame. "You look like an elf."
Frissle whimpered. "Oh, Santa's gonna kill me this time."
Her bright blue eyes narrowed. "Santa? You're going to get in trouble if he finds out, aren't you?"
He whimpered again. "Oooh, I don't like the look in your eyes…Please miss, I'm just a simple elf, I didn’t mean no harm. Ooh, I'm always getting in trouble, but not like this, not with a human, oooh he's gonna put me on toy-sanding duty forever."
She grinned. "I won't tell. If…"
Frissle looked at her warily. "If what, miss?"
"If you do just exactly as I say, for the next 2 hours." The bright blue eyes had a definite gleam to them now.
"Oh miss…I don't have much choice, do I?" Frissle looked up at her and shivered, and wasn't quite sure why.
"None. Come along now." She started back off down the street, Frissle's hand firmly clasped in hers, towing him along.
"I hope the reindeer never find out about this. Blitzen would never let me hear the end of it." Frissle trotted along behind her, hand imprisoned in her firm grip while his eyes strayed to her firm ass in spite of his problems. "Ooohhhh Frissle what have you done this time?"
The woman took him to her home, a nice little house around the corner, and stood him in her living room in front of a bare tree waiting for decorations. She took off her coat and stood in front of him in her short green skirt, red thigh high hose, and red brocade corset. Her blond hair trailed down her arms in rich waves.
"Frissle, is that your name?"
He nodded, eyes locked on the corset. "Um, yes miss."
"Frissle, take off your clothes."
Her blue eyes gleamed as his startled glance finally left her breasts. "My clothes?"
"Yes Frissle, your clothes, and quickly, or I'll make sure Santa AND the reindeer hear about this." Her bright red lips curved in a wicked smile.
"Oh, you're very naughty, miss." Frissle started pulling off his tunic.
"Yes, Frissle, I'm very naughty indeed." Her laughter tinkled like bells as she opened the box of Christmas decorations sitting near the tree.
She pulled out a bundle of tinselly garland and turned back toward him as he peeled his tights off his feet and stood naked in front of her. Elves weren't very well endowed, she observed. Oh well, that wouldn't matter much for her games. He did seem to be enjoying himself more than he wanted to admit though. She winked at him and was amused to see the elf blush.
"Face the tree, Frissle, and put your arms around it." She found the ends of the garland and put them together to find the center.
"It's all scratchy, miss!" Frissle objected as he gingerly stepped close to the small tree.
"Do you want me to talk to Santa Frissle? Then hug the damn tree!" She walked around and grabbed his wrists as he hurriedly and with much flinching pressed himself into her tree.
The garland bound his wrists as far around the tree as he could reach without falling over with it. His legs were spread wide to keep his balance until he was almost straddling the base of the short fat tree she had picked out that afternoon. He looked so miserable. She smiled and reached through the branches to tease him a bit. Her hand slid along his little cock and tickled and teased until the little tree shook with his squirmings. He was so cute!
Frissle moaned softly as he gave in to it. Her hand on him was so nice, and the scratchiness of the tree on his belly and thighs was actually feeling good. His hips tried to thrust into her hand and the needles scraped along his ribs. He shivered and moaned again. "Oh miss, that's so…naughty…"
She giggled. "I haven't begun to get naughty yet, Frissle." She let him go and went back to the box, pulling some tinsel from it. She took a few strands and reached between his legs from behind. The tinsel wrapped around his little cock and balls and she tied it tight, giggling as he moaned again. Some more around his cock, then his balls, and she pulled the tails through the center and tied them too, separating his little balls into separate tight little red ornaments.
"You look so cute, Frissle! My tree has never had a decoration quite like this before." She smiled at his whimper, then stepped back outside for a moment. She returned with a long, thick icicle.
"Now, Frissle," she said as she ran the tip slowly down his spine. "Since you seemed to think that snow was such fun where it didn't belong on me, we'll see how much fun ice is on you."
"Oh miss, what are you going to…ooooohhh miss!" Frissle shuddered and squirmed into the tree as he felt the cold slippery tip of the icicle slip into his tight puckered little ass. He heard a snap and then felt more ice in her hand sliding up and down his spine as the narrow piece inside him slid in and out. His cock and balls throbbed hot and tight. The scratching as he writhed against the tree was incredible. The moving cold inside him and up his back was so distracting. His mind jumped from sensation to sensation until he could do nothing but moan. His skin felt on fire and frozen.
She watched as her pet elf shivered and wiggled and twisted. Her hands kept moving in a slow matching pace. Finally he arched back and cried out, lifting the tree right off the ground as he hugged it to him, his hips thrust into the thick branches of soft needles. He staggered a step and fell over, the tree falling with him. She caught her foot on trailing garland as she tried to get out of the way and fell too.
They were both laughing as she rolled over and reached to untie his hands. He was still breathing hard and smelled like pine. "Oh miss, that was incredible!" Frissle smiled a little shyly at her.
"But Frissle, I didn't tell you to cum, did I? You made a mess of my tree!" She mock frowned at him. "Besides, my two hours aren't up."
"Oh. Sorry miss, I mean, I didn't mean to make a mess, but you, I mean, I couldn't help it, I never, I mean, you, ummm…" he trailed off, looking up at her with a very worried expression. "You aren't going to tell, are you? Please miss?"
"Well…" She looked at him and laid back on her elbows, her legs slowly spreading. "Perhaps you could make it up to me." She smiled as his eyes were drawn to her pussy. Her panties were still wet, partly from the snow earlier, and partly from her own juices. Playing with the elf was fun!
"Yes miss, anything you want miss." His eyes never left her crotch as he crawled quickly up between her legs. His long pointy tongue teased over the top of her panties. They were glued to her lips with moisture, and his tongue made her moan and close her eyes. Frissle grinned and wiggled a little closer, his balls and cock starting to throb again as the tinsel tightened up on him. He licked the slick cloth and began working on her through it, rubbing her pussy firmly with his tongue.
The panties grew more wet and she reached down and began to peel them down her legs. She lifted her hips as he took the red silk and moved them down her thighs. Then he buried his mouth between her smooth lips. She tasted faintly of cinnamon and smelled sweet and Frissle thought Christmas had never been so wonderful as the feel of her on his face. She moaned and writhed and he felt her hands close on the tips of his hears. He almost screamed into her folds as she squeezed the sensitive points. His hips ground into the floor. She couldn't know what that did to an elf…she couldn't…but her fingers rubbed along the edges and he groaned and tried to keep his attention on her.
She bucked her hips up and her fingers clenched again on his ears and Frissle bit down on her clit in reaction. She screamed and his mouth was suddenly full of her juices. Her grip on his ears tightened and pulled and his own hips bucked as he screamed and felt his cock pulse and cum underneath him. Darn. He hoped she wouldn't get mad again. Frissle thought about the last time. Then he thought about the results. What was he thinking?
"Oh miss I'm so sorry I just made another mess on your floor, you don't know what it does to an elf to play with his ears like that…so sorry miss…will you have to punish me again?" he looked up at her hopefully.
She grinned down at him, and pulled herself to a sitting position. She looked around the room at the toppled tree, the garland trailing across the floor, the tinsel that manages to get everywhere. "Yes, you did make a mess didn't you? I think we'll save that punishment for next year. My two hours are about up, but since you got in trouble again, I will expect to see you here again then, same day, same time." She looked sternly at him. "Right?"
Frissle grinned. "Oh yes miss. I'll be here."
A Gorgeous yet Evil Domme friend wrote this for me as a present for a web site of mine a few years ago, I hope you enjoy it........smiles
<<Just as I promised, rebecca.....Love Bitch>>
Frissle hopped behind the chimney quick at the sounds from the street below. Dang humans, what was one of them doing out at this time of night, anyway? He peeked around the corner of the warm bricks and nearly slid off the roof. No! Couldn't be! Oh, no, it wasn't. She was just in one of those silly elf costumes the humans made. She sure filled it out better than any elf did, though.
Frissle ogled shamelessly as the woman staggered up the street, then sucked in a breath as she turned towards him. What was she doing? She unzipped her bright red coat and took off her scarf, and wrapped it around the neck of one of the snowmen in the yard below. Frissle grinned. There was a whole crew of snowmen at this house, the kids must have had a busy day. They were good kids, he'd already checked them off on the good side of Santa's list, and had been about ready to hop to the next roof when the drunken woman appeared.
He twitched his finger and the snowman behind her reached over and goosed her. The shapely blonde woman let out a little shriek and spun around, a bit too quickly in the snow. Frissle almost lost his grip on the chimney smothering his laughter as she sat abruptly, her lovely legs spread wide. He couldn't resist making sure a little snow made it up her skirt to tease her naughty bits. Her eyes widened and she scrambled quickly to get up, managing to turn over and push her legs straight, hands still buried in the snow as she tried to catch her drunken balance. Oh, this was just too good.
Frissle's finger pointed and another snowman moved a little to press up against her bottom as she tried to stand. Yet another slid up in front of her and she suddenly had a mouth full of snow just as the wind blew her skirt up. It stifled her cry when the snow slid down the crack of her ass to rub against her soaked panties. The elf was laughing hysterically as she pulled herself from between the snowmen and stumbled trying to get out between them. When she fell yet again he used both hands to cover his mouth and try to stay quiet.
That was a mistake. Suddenly Frissle was sliding down the roof. It happened too fast and he was laughing too hard to catch himself and suddenly he was falling straight toward the woman looking up at him wide-eyed. Oh, Santa was not going to like this.
Frissle landed with an oomph and slowly looked up from between her thighs, trying a very uncertain smile out on her. The woman's eyes narrowed. She glared. Uh oh.
"Who, and what, are you?" She didn't look quite so drunk any more. Frissle figured the adrenalin from his little game must have woke her up a bit.
"Me? Oh nobody, I'm nobody, really, you should just go home and sleep it off, you just dreamed it, nothing happened, really, I'm not even here, just a dream, that's it, just a dream, you should head on home now, really…" He jumped up and tried to lift her out of the snow and send her on home.
She wasn't having any of it. Darn it anyway, she was too focused now for the little distracting magics to work. She let him pull her out of the snow, but kept her hold on his hand. "Who, and what, are you?" Her eyes wandered over his pointy ears sticking out the sides of his red cap, the longish nose, the wiry frame. "You look like an elf."
Frissle whimpered. "Oh, Santa's gonna kill me this time."
Her bright blue eyes narrowed. "Santa? You're going to get in trouble if he finds out, aren't you?"
He whimpered again. "Oooh, I don't like the look in your eyes…Please miss, I'm just a simple elf, I didn’t mean no harm. Ooh, I'm always getting in trouble, but not like this, not with a human, oooh he's gonna put me on toy-sanding duty forever."
She grinned. "I won't tell. If…"
Frissle looked at her warily. "If what, miss?"
"If you do just exactly as I say, for the next 2 hours." The bright blue eyes had a definite gleam to them now.
"Oh miss…I don't have much choice, do I?" Frissle looked up at her and shivered, and wasn't quite sure why.
"None. Come along now." She started back off down the street, Frissle's hand firmly clasped in hers, towing him along.
"I hope the reindeer never find out about this. Blitzen would never let me hear the end of it." Frissle trotted along behind her, hand imprisoned in her firm grip while his eyes strayed to her firm ass in spite of his problems. "Ooohhhh Frissle what have you done this time?"
The woman took him to her home, a nice little house around the corner, and stood him in her living room in front of a bare tree waiting for decorations. She took off her coat and stood in front of him in her short green skirt, red thigh high hose, and red brocade corset. Her blond hair trailed down her arms in rich waves.
"Frissle, is that your name?"
He nodded, eyes locked on the corset. "Um, yes miss."
"Frissle, take off your clothes."
Her blue eyes gleamed as his startled glance finally left her breasts. "My clothes?"
"Yes Frissle, your clothes, and quickly, or I'll make sure Santa AND the reindeer hear about this." Her bright red lips curved in a wicked smile.
"Oh, you're very naughty, miss." Frissle started pulling off his tunic.
"Yes, Frissle, I'm very naughty indeed." Her laughter tinkled like bells as she opened the box of Christmas decorations sitting near the tree.
She pulled out a bundle of tinselly garland and turned back toward him as he peeled his tights off his feet and stood naked in front of her. Elves weren't very well endowed, she observed. Oh well, that wouldn't matter much for her games. He did seem to be enjoying himself more than he wanted to admit though. She winked at him and was amused to see the elf blush.
"Face the tree, Frissle, and put your arms around it." She found the ends of the garland and put them together to find the center.
"It's all scratchy, miss!" Frissle objected as he gingerly stepped close to the small tree.
"Do you want me to talk to Santa Frissle? Then hug the damn tree!" She walked around and grabbed his wrists as he hurriedly and with much flinching pressed himself into her tree.
The garland bound his wrists as far around the tree as he could reach without falling over with it. His legs were spread wide to keep his balance until he was almost straddling the base of the short fat tree she had picked out that afternoon. He looked so miserable. She smiled and reached through the branches to tease him a bit. Her hand slid along his little cock and tickled and teased until the little tree shook with his squirmings. He was so cute!
Frissle moaned softly as he gave in to it. Her hand on him was so nice, and the scratchiness of the tree on his belly and thighs was actually feeling good. His hips tried to thrust into her hand and the needles scraped along his ribs. He shivered and moaned again. "Oh miss, that's so…naughty…"
She giggled. "I haven't begun to get naughty yet, Frissle." She let him go and went back to the box, pulling some tinsel from it. She took a few strands and reached between his legs from behind. The tinsel wrapped around his little cock and balls and she tied it tight, giggling as he moaned again. Some more around his cock, then his balls, and she pulled the tails through the center and tied them too, separating his little balls into separate tight little red ornaments.
"You look so cute, Frissle! My tree has never had a decoration quite like this before." She smiled at his whimper, then stepped back outside for a moment. She returned with a long, thick icicle.
"Now, Frissle," she said as she ran the tip slowly down his spine. "Since you seemed to think that snow was such fun where it didn't belong on me, we'll see how much fun ice is on you."
"Oh miss, what are you going to…ooooohhh miss!" Frissle shuddered and squirmed into the tree as he felt the cold slippery tip of the icicle slip into his tight puckered little ass. He heard a snap and then felt more ice in her hand sliding up and down his spine as the narrow piece inside him slid in and out. His cock and balls throbbed hot and tight. The scratching as he writhed against the tree was incredible. The moving cold inside him and up his back was so distracting. His mind jumped from sensation to sensation until he could do nothing but moan. His skin felt on fire and frozen.
She watched as her pet elf shivered and wiggled and twisted. Her hands kept moving in a slow matching pace. Finally he arched back and cried out, lifting the tree right off the ground as he hugged it to him, his hips thrust into the thick branches of soft needles. He staggered a step and fell over, the tree falling with him. She caught her foot on trailing garland as she tried to get out of the way and fell too.
They were both laughing as she rolled over and reached to untie his hands. He was still breathing hard and smelled like pine. "Oh miss, that was incredible!" Frissle smiled a little shyly at her.
"But Frissle, I didn't tell you to cum, did I? You made a mess of my tree!" She mock frowned at him. "Besides, my two hours aren't up."
"Oh. Sorry miss, I mean, I didn't mean to make a mess, but you, I mean, I couldn't help it, I never, I mean, you, ummm…" he trailed off, looking up at her with a very worried expression. "You aren't going to tell, are you? Please miss?"
"Well…" She looked at him and laid back on her elbows, her legs slowly spreading. "Perhaps you could make it up to me." She smiled as his eyes were drawn to her pussy. Her panties were still wet, partly from the snow earlier, and partly from her own juices. Playing with the elf was fun!
"Yes miss, anything you want miss." His eyes never left her crotch as he crawled quickly up between her legs. His long pointy tongue teased over the top of her panties. They were glued to her lips with moisture, and his tongue made her moan and close her eyes. Frissle grinned and wiggled a little closer, his balls and cock starting to throb again as the tinsel tightened up on him. He licked the slick cloth and began working on her through it, rubbing her pussy firmly with his tongue.
The panties grew more wet and she reached down and began to peel them down her legs. She lifted her hips as he took the red silk and moved them down her thighs. Then he buried his mouth between her smooth lips. She tasted faintly of cinnamon and smelled sweet and Frissle thought Christmas had never been so wonderful as the feel of her on his face. She moaned and writhed and he felt her hands close on the tips of his hears. He almost screamed into her folds as she squeezed the sensitive points. His hips ground into the floor. She couldn't know what that did to an elf…she couldn't…but her fingers rubbed along the edges and he groaned and tried to keep his attention on her.
She bucked her hips up and her fingers clenched again on his ears and Frissle bit down on her clit in reaction. She screamed and his mouth was suddenly full of her juices. Her grip on his ears tightened and pulled and his own hips bucked as he screamed and felt his cock pulse and cum underneath him. Darn. He hoped she wouldn't get mad again. Frissle thought about the last time. Then he thought about the results. What was he thinking?
"Oh miss I'm so sorry I just made another mess on your floor, you don't know what it does to an elf to play with his ears like that…so sorry miss…will you have to punish me again?" he looked up at her hopefully.
She grinned down at him, and pulled herself to a sitting position. She looked around the room at the toppled tree, the garland trailing across the floor, the tinsel that manages to get everywhere. "Yes, you did make a mess didn't you? I think we'll save that punishment for next year. My two hours are about up, but since you got in trouble again, I will expect to see you here again then, same day, same time." She looked sternly at him. "Right?"
Frissle grinned. "Oh yes miss. I'll be here."
A Gorgeous yet Evil Domme friend wrote this for me as a present for a web site of mine a few years ago, I hope you enjoy it........smiles
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