The Christmas Package | illustrated bondage stories

“I can’t even bear to look at these things” she wailed as she gave me the grocery bag of videotapes she had uncovered in his closet. Since the divorce, Seth’s dad had been seen less and less and I had become a kind of surrogate father. “Can you talk to him about this, I don’t know what else to do?”

As I opened the bag, I had to suppress a smile of recognition. These were videos from the old Harmony Communications company--- beautiful girls bound in ropes and gags, usually in a fairly safe “Love Bondage” context. I made all the right noises to reassure my sis, but in my mind I was figuring out a plan that might bring Seth a very Merry Christmas indeed.

I did approach the kid and it wasn’t hard to find out he was still a virgin--- he hadn’t even asked any of his classmates out! I remembered how I had wrestled with the issue of approaching a female and letting her know that what I really, really wanted to do was not to hug or kiss her, or even explore the mysterious world of intercourse; what I wanted to do was to tie her up, take off her clothes, and watch her struggle! My poor nephew was clearly letting his ultimate desire get in the way of taking even the first step.

That’s how it came about that as the holiday season came to its climax, I was trolling the strip clubs to find a fresh new girl, someone who hadn’t yet gone very far in experiencing sexuality herself. I found just what I was looking for in Andie; what a fresh faced blue eyed honey. A few discreet inquiries filled me in--- she was newly arrived in the city with almost no contacts outside the club girls, a perfect candidate once I spread the rumor she had gotten homesick for the holidays and gone back to wherever.

Two days before Christmas, I made my move, ambushing her as she left the club at 3 am. Holding a gun to her back, I got the cuffs on her and stashed her in the trunk. I took her to my hideaway apartment, the one only my closest friends knew about, and kept her chained to the bed overnight. The morning of Christmas eve, it was time to get her ready…

My plans were set to give my nephew, Seth, the greatest gift ever--- at least for a young man just beginning to explore the sexuality of bondage! Andie was gorgeous, young, and no one was going to miss her for a few days. I planned to make this all worth her while when it was over, but for now it fit my scheme for her to really feel helpless; she would struggle much, much better for Seth!

I woke her from the bed in the guest room where she had spent the night, one wrist handcuffed to the bedpost. After a breakfast and completing her toiletries, I gagged her well and began the work of tying her to emphasize her best features. Frankly, all her features were superb: long, firmed legs, a tight little ass, softly full boobs and the face of an angel—a Christmas Angel! All thru the process, she didn’t complain or squeal but instead seemed to accept that this was her fate--- and maybe it was a fate she could live with.

Once she was tied just so, I begin the gift wrapping. I had several rolls of a nice pattern and went around and around her young torso. As I reached her face, I could see her eyes following my every move. There was a hint of trust in those eyes despite her predicament that began to wake feelings in me.

I thought of my nephew; not a bad kid at all, but what had he done to deserve a gift like Andie? I had worked out for myself my sensual fascination with bondage--- shouldn’t he do the same? Besides, I be he’d be thrilled with a membership to an online site, perhaps one that featured “

As soon as I got offline from ordering a subscription for Seth, my attention turned back to the submissive beauty before me. As I began to un-wrap her, I couldn’t help thinking “Christmas is going to start a day early this year!”