0 comments/ 104961 views/ 13 favorites A Christmas Tail Ch. 01 By: Angelscuck My wife and I had just completed a life-long dream of taking a 28 day cruise of the South Seas on a luxury cruise ship. It was a fantastic trip! We got back just in time for Christmas and we were feeling a bit guilty about our own good fortune, realizing there were many less fortunate families that would have little or nothing this Christmas season. I received an email from our local S & M Club stating they were having a "Slave Auction" night to raise money to help the needy families of our troops who were off fighting for our country in the Middle East. I am a Veteran and my wife and I both worked for the VA Hospital before we retired. We could help the needy families and have a little kinky fun at the same time. It was perfect. This would be our Christmas gift to each other and the needy families. The next question was how to talk my wife into letting me auction her off as a slave for the evening. I decided to make her a deal. If she would consent to being my slave for the night and do anything I wanted, I would do the same for her. She agreed and we both decided we would not be told what the circumstances of the evening would be until we were actually there and involved. The night of the auction, I told her to shower, shave her pubic hair, curl her hair and do her make-up extra slutty. She complied and I then had her put a red dog collar with Christmas bells around her neck and attached a green leash. The only item of clothing she was to wear was a red Christmas robe. I then blindfolded her and led her to our car. She was very nervous not knowing what was going to happen but she trusted me and knew I would not let anything bad happen to her. We arrived at the club and I led her in. I registered as a slave for the action, took off her robe and led her, blindfolded, naked to one of the tables close to the auction block. There were whistles and cat calls being given as the other members ogled her. She still was unaware of what was to transpire and was blushing from head to toe from the embarrassment of being totally exposed in a room full of strangers. Angel sat there naked and blindfolded, shivering more from excitement than cold, her nipples rock hard and her thighs moist, trying to figure out what was going on around her. The room was filling up and the buzz of conversation became louder. Soon the announcement was made that the auction was about to begin. "May I please have your attention? First I would like to thank all the masters and slaves who agreed to participate in our Slave Auction to raise money for those families of our troops in the Middle-East who without our help would have nothing for themselves this Christmas!" The announcer said. Suddenly Angel realized her fate. I took off her blindfold so she could see what was going on. Although she was very embarrassed to be nude, she smiled at me, letting me know she was willing to participate for such a worthy cause. The first slave was then led to the auction block. He was a young man with heavy makeup, wig and panties. His wrists were attached to two cuffs hanging from chains from the ceiling. Then anyone wishing to bid on him was invited to come up to the stage and grope him to their hearts content. Several men and women came forward and began to caress his chest, buttocks and genitals. He quickly obtained an erection which was squeezed, causing him to moan out loud, much to the audience's enjoyment. The bidding started at $100 dollars and continued until a bid of $1500 was made. He was then presented to the elderly woman who had won him. She then led him from the state into one of the rooms and his fate was sealed. The rules were the slaves were not to be taken from the club but could be led into any of the seven dungeon rooms for use and abuse by the bidders and the amusement of the other club members. The usual rules concerning sexual penetration were waved for this occasion. It was a no holes barred event. Several more slaves were auction off and soon it was Angel's turn. I was surprised to see so many men and women come up for her groping session. Angel, who is very sensitive to touch was mewing and sighing as the hands that caressed her intimate parts, prior to the bidding. They squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Her labia was spread, examined and admired. Her buttocks were fondled, caressed and smacked. I could see juices running down her legs and her breathing start to quicken. They were really getting to her. I could tell from her extreme responses it would cause the bidding to go high and I was not disappointed. The bidding went on and on for some time. "Going once, going twice, sold for $7500 dollars to the couple on my right, the highest bid of the evening! Congratulations, I am sure you will get your money's worth! " the auctioneer announced, as he handed the leash to the couple. Angel's breasts were heaving and her face was flushed with excitement as the couple led her from the stage to the dungeon room to begin their entertainment. The woman was a tall beauty with raven dark hair and pale white skin. She was clad in black leather pants and halter top. The tips of her top were cut off, exposing two large protruding nipples which she rubbed against my wife's nipples sending chills of excitement through Angel's body. She had a cruel smile on her face as she manacled my sweet wife. He was a giant of a man, skin as dark as coal with a large smile on his face as he watched his mate secure my wife to the wooden cross-bars. I began to wonder if I had done the right thing in letting my wife get into this position. (To be continued.) A Christmas Tail Ch. 02 I watched, transfixed at the sight of my naked wife being tied to the crossbars in the dungeon at the B&D Club. I was amazed at the proficiency demonstrated by Angel's new master and mistress, Dan and Sasha as they skillfully immobilized my sweet Angel, naked and spread-eagle to the wooden crossbars. They were obviously very experienced and I was afraid my wife was in for a rough night. After they finished tying her, they stood in front of her and removed their clothes. Sasha was pale and large breasted. Her silver dollar-sized, erect nipples were pierced and hanging from each nipple was a sterling silver male and female symbol, advertizing her bisexuality. Her jet-black hair was drawn back a tight ponytail which hung down to her buttocks. She was tall and her pussy was completely shaven. He was magnificent. He stood well over six feet and weighed about 250 lbs. He had the kind of body you get from spending many hours each day at the gym. His pectoral muscles were hard and firm. His laterals bulged and his stomach had a rolling eight pack that wouldn't quit. His cock hung down to his knees soft, and was as big around as a flashlight. Angel's eyes became as large as saucers as she looked at her new master and mistress. She watched his cock harden to its amazing full 12 inch length. It was like watching a small bird, hypnotized by a cobra. Dan moved behind her and reached around and cupped her breasts, pinching each nipple and squeezing them hard. Angel let out a loud moan. She has always had very sensitive breasts and responds quickly to any stimulation. Sasha moved close to my wife and inserted two fingers into her already sopping cunt. Angel cried out in response as her mistress massaged her clitoris with her thumb while thrusting her fingers roughly in and out her pussy. Angel quickly reached an orgasm with their combined stimulation. Her loud moans could be heard throughout the club which drew in even more spectators into the over-crowded room. Her new master and mistress laughed at her quick climax. They knew they had a very hot woman who would be easy to manipulate. After my wife recovered she was released from her bonds and placed on her hands and knees on a two foot high, padded table. Dan asked her, "Who are you?" "Your slave," Angel replied meekly. "What is your purpose?" Sasha asked. "To please my master and mistress," Angel answered. Sasha moved in front of my wife and grabbing her hair, pulled her face tightly against her cunt. She then rubbed her pussy all over Angel's face, smearing her slutty makeup with her juices. "Suck and lick my cunt slave!" She ordered. Angel set about her task, licking and sucking her mistress's pussy frantically. Meanwhile Dan moved behind her and after lubricating his giant cock with oil, began rubbing the head, up and down between her ass cheeks while spanking her cute bubble butt with a paddle. Angel let out little moans each time the paddle struck her buttocks which was now turning scarlet. He really didn't need to use any lubricant; my wife's pussy was dripping juice on the padded table below her for all to see. Dan suddenly put down the paddle and thrust his 12 inch cock deep inside Angel's pussy. She was not expecting this and let out a scream that could be heard for blocks. He held it deep inside her, letting her cunt expand to accommodate his giant member. Soon she began to relax as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her throbbing pussy. Everybody in the room could hear her muffled mews and moans as she sucked Sasha's cunt and took Dan's cock. The smell of sex permeated the room and many of the onlookers had started to stroke their hard cocks and wet cunts. Watching her respond to Dan and Sasha I began to get concerned. What have I done? Will she ever be satisfied by my half limp, tiny cock? This may have been the biggest mistake I have ever made. After Dan and Sasha had both come, they turned Angel over to the onlookers who formed lines in front and behind my wife, taking turns fucking her face, cunt and ass. I lost count of her orgasms and the number of people who fucked her. It seemed to go on for hours. Finally Master Dan said, "Bukkake Time!" Angel was then placed on her back on the padded table while twenty guys surrounded her, all pumping their cocks. Slowly, one by one, they each came on a different part of her body. Angel was drenched in cum from head to toe. Her hair, face, and breasts were especially covered. She had hickies and love bites on her breasts and buttocks. Someone had written on her face, tits and ass the words, "Whore, slut, cunt and bitch". She was then leashed and led through the club for all to see as the cum hardened and formed a glaze covering her body. The other members of the club laughed and slapped her bottom and pinched her tits. They took pictures of her while mocking and chiding her. "Did you get enough bitch?", "Want more slut?", "What a whore!" She was then returned to me. Some men might have been disgusted at seeing their wife put on such a sluttish display, but not me. I was proud of her. She had taken all they had to give her and never complained. She out fucked and sucked everyone. I took my exhausted Angel to the club showering area and carefully washed all the cum and lipstick from her face, hair and body. I patted her dry with soft towels and tenderly licked her red, swollen cunt clean. I then put her robe back on her and escorted her to the car and drove home. We didn't talk much on the drive home. What was there to say? She had fulfilled her end of the bargain and raised $7500 for needy families of our veterans fighting overseas. I held her in my arms all night, stroking her soft skin and giving her sweet kisses. I never loved her so much as I did at that moment. I only hoped I had not lost her love and would still be able to satisfy her. Another thing kept running through my mind. It was my turn was next. A Christmas Tail Ch. 03 The following story is written by my wife Angel. It is her view of the slave auction night plus my night as her slave and what she made me do. As I rode home in our car that night, a bit dazed, and reflecting on what the hell had just happened, I was surprisingly pleased with myself. I really had showed, mostly to myself, but also of course to my husband and all the other participants, such fortitude, endurance and total abandon, and damn, I had raised more money, which was going for charity, than any other auctioned "slave". It was a unique sensation—physically I was sore and throbbing from every orifice and felt like I had just been run over by a Mac truck, but I was also emotionally exhilarated and energized. It was definitely a high like I had never before experienced, but also an experience that I wouldn't want to repeat anytime soon. Experiencing a twelve inch cock was a first for me and I imagined that Kelly might feel that he could now never measure up. I teasingly called out, pretending to be talking in my sleep, "Master Dan, oh Dan, I love your cock", knowing it would drive my little hubby crazy. I peeked over to Kelly and sure enough, he had an expression of shock and horror on his face. I smiled at him and said, "Got ya baby!" I could see the relieved look on his face and we embraced. Kelly had truly given me a "memorable" gift. He's the most creative and imaginative man I have ever known in every aspect of our life together. It was now my turn to come up with a "night" he'd never forget. I fell back asleep thinking of all the delectable possibilities. Upon awakening I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I waited until the day of the event. I then called my sweet hubby into the bathroom and reminded him of our deal. I told him that I had complied completely with all his demands without hesitation and I expected the same from him. He assured me he would hold up his end of the bargain. "Good," I exclaimed, "first things first. The beard and mustache must go!" Kelly look surprised and started to protest, then remembered our agreement and took out the electric trimmer and carefully started to remove the facial hair he had carefully cultivated over the years. I knew he wouldn't like this; I love his beard too but realized that it would grow back quickly and had to go so I could achieve the look needed for this event. Next was his body hair. I applied the stinky pink lotion to his arms, legs, underarms and genitals. I told him I would be back in 10 minutes and left him standing there wondering what would come next. "Hey," he shouted from the bathroom, "this stuff is starting to tingle!" "Another four minutes", I told him, knowing how surprised he would be when the shower washed all his remaining body hair away. "Now it's burning!" he screamed a few minutes later. "Okay sissy, into the shower and make sure you rinse it all off completely," I remarked with a giggle. I listened to him in the shower saying, "Oh my God, all my hair is coming off! What will the guys at the gym say and how will I explain it to my doctor?" I laughed at his frustration and said, "You'll think of something, I'm sure, you're so creative!" After my hairless hubby came out of the shower, I helped him dry off. I took out a razor and removed any errant hairs that remained. I laughed at his distressed look and his hairless pink body, which only made him more upset. He had gotten his money's worth, now I was getting mine. Next I applied some feminine sweet smelling lotion to his skin to help soothe the irritation. "Oh you look so cute all pink and hairless," I teased, "Now sit down while I do your hair and makeup." I started with a foundation to even the color of his facial skin, then false eyelashes and heavy whore-like eyeliner. I fashioned his long, silver hair into a feminine style and added two red ribbons on each side for a Christmas effect. He was faced away from the mirror and had no idea what he looked like. Now it was time for his outfit but first I blindfolded him so he would not see the special Christmas sissy-maid costume I had acquired for this evening's festivities. First, I dressed him in a black satin bra and panty set, black fishnet stockings held up with a matching garter belt and low heeled pumps. Next came the red satin maids outfit with a crisply starched apron with ruffles around the edge, that matched the white cuffs on the long sleeves and the adorable Santa's helper cap. I stood back and admired my work. Not bad. Kelly was a good-looking man and made a slightly passable woman, however his broad shoulders and muscular physic were a dead giveaway. We had been retired for the past two years from the VA Hospital and had lost touch with many of our former co-workers. Kelly had lamented only a week before that he missed so many of our friends there and it sure would be nice to see them again. I had, without Kelly's knowledge, arranged with our former supervisor our invite and reasoned, this would be a great chance for us to catch up with them and reconnect! She had stated to dress in the Christmas spirit and dress in the Christmas spirit we would! I had planned on wearing an elegant red satin dress, trimmed with white faux fur, black knee high boots, white gloves and a Santa hat. After dressing, I had him put on my long red trench coat to conceal his outfit until we got to the Christmas party where we formerly worked. He then knew we were going out and started to panic a little. I told him we were going to a Christmas party and assured him that no one would know who he was. He seemed somewhat relieved by this and let me lead him to the car. We arrived on the well-manicured grounds of the VA, which are always so serene, sedate and peaceful. Kelly had no idea where we were or that he was about to reunite with his former workmates dressed in full drag as a sissy, Christmas maid and help serve. I knew this would really get him. He had always presented himself as Mr. Macho Man, with his full beard, tattoos and military-style clothing. I could hardly wait to see the expression on his face when he realized where I was taking him. Just before we got off the elevator, I removed his coat and blindfold. Then as the doors opened to the party and Kelly focused on the room, he realized where he was. He went into a dazed shock as I announced to the room full of former employees, "Merry Christmas everyone, I would like you to meet Kelly, our maid for the evening!" A Christmas Tail Ch. 04 As I stepped off the elevator, following Angel into the room full of my ex-employee friends, I felt dazed, confused and incredibly embarrassed. They were all laughing hysterically at my maid's outfit. There were whistles and catcalls. I could hear various comments such as, "Well we can see that Angel sure has you trained good!" and "We know who wears the panties in this marriage!" and "Ain't she cute, hey Angel, do you loan her out for weekends?" I was completely humiliated and mortified. My face was as red as the Christmas maid's uniform I was wearing. My old friends gathered round and stroked my hair and patted my ruffled panty-clad bottom. They squeezed my stuffed bra and said, "Whatcha got here honey?" Angel was smiling as she whispered in my ear, "At least I let you wear something, I was completely naked!" I knew what she said was true. I had turned her over, buck naked to a room full of strangers and let them have their way with her. At least I was with friends and remained clothed, even though I looked like a complete sissy. Pretty soon, as all my friends got use to my appearance the laughter died down and the party got started. I was serving the food and brought around trays full of drinks. It was really a lot of work but I figured things could be worse. I wasn't giving out sexual favors...yet. After about an hour, Angel came up to me and said, "Enjoying yourself darling?" I smiled back and told her, "she was more of a devil than an angel but I was grateful knowing she could have made it a lot tougher on me!" Angel laughed a cruel laugh and said, "Oh it's not over yet. I have a few surprises left for you. Come with me." I followed her into a small supply room with an "Out Of Order" sign on the door. There was a blanket on the floor. She told me to "Remove the maid's uniform and lie down on the blanket. " My wife then instructed me to do whatever I was told by whoever came into the room. If I refused, she would leave me there in just my panties and bra and not let me back into our apartment. I knew she meant it. I assured her that after her ordeal, I would take whatever medicine she had cooked up. She then left, locking the door behind her. I lay on the blanket in my panties, bra, garter belt and stockings waiting for my first visitor. I didn't have to wait long. I heard the key in the door and in walked Naomi, a large black woman whom we worked with who was always coming on to me. "OK sissy boy, time to get a little action from you. Angel told me you weren't much in the cock department but that's ok with me. What I want is that pretty mouth and tongue. On your back so I can straddle that handsome face and get my pussy sucked real good." I meekly complied while she pulled off her panties and straddled my face. I could see her dark, thick patch of pubic hair above me and could smell the musky odor long before she reached my mouth. She tasted bitter sweet. I sucked and licked for all I was worth. I wanted her to cum fast so I could get it over with. I had to struggle and shift my head to keep from smothering. She didn't care. She just kept rubbing her enormous cunt against my aching jaw and lips until I finally heard her start to cum. "Oh yeah white boy, suck that pussy, that's it, lick it, deeper, deeper. Oh yeah, here it comes, here it comes!" She then let out a loud moan and pressed her cunt so hard against my mouth I thought my teeth were going to fall out. I could feel her whole body shake. Then she collapsed on top of me. I struggled for air. She just laughed and got up. "Thanks Kelly. Angel was right. You sure know how to suck a pussy!" she said laughing as she left the room. I found a clean towel and wiped the pussy juice off my face. My make up was completely smeared and I looked like a circus clown in drag. Once again the door opened. It was Terry, a Philippine woman who worked there. She and I had never gotten along. I'm not sure why. She was always reporting me to our manager for the slightest infraction. "Ok sissy," She chided, "I have been looking forward to this for a long time. Remember when you did caricatures of the staff. You made me look skinny and ugly. Everybody else looked beautiful. Now it's time for pay back." She slid down her pants and panties and bent over. "Kiss my ass!" She hissed. I crawled over to her on my knees and planted kisses on each buttocks. "No stupid, not my butt, my ass, with your tongue!" She ordered, spreading her cheeks. I moved closer and placed my tongue to her asshole. It tasted pungent. "Deeper, deeper," she commanded. And I obeyed. "Now tell me how good it tastes and thank me for allowing you to do it" She insisted. "Thank you for allowing me to taste your sweet ass Terry!" I said. "You're welcome!" She laughed, turned around and pissed in my face, pulled up her pants and left the room. Now I knew why she was pissed off at me. It's really better to be pissed off, than pissed on. I went over to the sink, damped the towel and wiped my face and neck. Another employee came into the room. "Shit, when was this going to end?" I thought to myself. It was Tony, a nice gay man who liked to flirt with me and seemed to hang on my every word. "Well hello there, pretty boy! You make a cute girl but I've always been turned on by your masculinity and straightness! Oh well, guess I have to take what I can get. I would really like you to fuck me in the ass but Angel said your cock is a little limp, so I'll settle for a blow job." He then proceeded to unzip his pants and produce a rather large cock. "I know," he said, "It's big. I guess I played with it too much as a child. Don't be alarmed though. Just get the head and a couple of inches in your mouth, you can use your hands for the rest, sweetheart!" I kneeled in front of him watching his cock grow and grow. I have never sucked a cock before and the smell of testosterone doesn't do anything for me, but, a deal is a deal. I stretched my lips over the large, engorged head and managed to fit it inside my mouth. The skin felt smooth, kind of velvety. The taste was tolerable. I grasped the remaining 8 inches in my hand and started sucking. He shot his load in less than a minute. I guess he'd really been looking forward to this. I was relieved to be done with it. Sucking cock was really not my cup of tea. The cum tasted a little sour but I swallowed it like a gentleman. "Thank you honey, it's been a real pleasure! Maybe Angel will loan you out to me for a few days next time!" He said blowing me a kiss and exiting the room. I rinsed my mouth out and wiped the excess cum from my face. The door opened again. "Oh shit, now what? " I thought to myself. It was Angel. "Had enough? " She asked. I quickly nodded my head. "Ok, lover. Let's go home, the party's over." She laughed as she handed me the maid's uniform and overcoat. "Oh," she said," Just one quick stop. You earned $100 a piece from your customers. There is a Salvation Army Santa on the way home. I think you should donate it, OK? We are all whores honey; some of us charge more than others." You should have seen the look on Santa's face when a man in full drag walked up and put $300 dollars into his pot.