The Forgotten Stockings
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For the Nichols family, the day of Christmas was especially meaningful. It was the birthday of their only daughter, Noelle. Her parents, Nathan and Sara, watched the girl grow into a beautiful, smart, and precocious young preteen. On her ninth birthday, they saw their family as the happiest they could be.
That feeling lasted six days. On New Year's Eve, a drunk driver plowed into the family car and the Nichols were torn asunder. Sara died at the scene, but Nathan and especially Noelle suffered the invisible wounds that lingered on and proved devastating.
Nathan tried to hold the family together, acting as both father and mother to his daughter. Between work and home, he had no free time. Despair set in, and he even thought of joining his wife several times. Any happiness faded until in November he cried himself to sleep every night.
Noelle fared no better. The straight-A student received grades as more Bs and Cs. When she started the fall semester, they turned into incompletes. Her teacher didn't have the heart to fail her.
They tried counseling, but nothing worked. Both father and daughter had lost so much in that single event that no psychologist could patch their lives together.
On the day after Thanksgiving, Noelle dragged her father to the town's parade that celebrated the beginning of the Christmas season. It had been a Nichols family tradition that Sara started when her daughter could barely walk.
The highlight of the parade was the arrival of the man in the red suit. Unlike other towns, he did not fly in on a helicopter or ride in the back of a fire red pickup. No, this Santa rode in a sleigh pulled by eight small horses dressed up in reindeer costumes. Following the parade, Santa held court at the local mall until closing time on Christmas Eve.
"Daddy, can we go to the mall today?" asked Noelle as they left the parade route.
"Not today, darling. There's too many people wanting to see him today." And they walked home without holding hands.
The next weekend, Noelle asked, "Daddy, can we go to the mall today?"
"Not today, darling. I've had a really long week." And they went to separate rooms in their house.
Every few days, Noelle asked her father the same question, and he had a new excuse for not going. Days went by, and they spent all their times separated in their house. And by the week before Christmas, Noelle no longer asked, and Nathan never had to lie about not going.
"Good night, Nathan," said his boss. "Remember, we're closed on Christmas Day. That's tomorrow, if you've forgotten."
Nathan realized he had lost track of the calendar. On the drive home, he mulled over not having bought a single present for his daughter. As he walked into the house, he called out, "Darling, would you like to go to the mall?"
"I guess," Noelle said without an ounce of enthusiasm.
They drove toward the mall silently until Noelle reached up and pushed the radio on. The chorus for Santa Claus is Coming to Town came on. She glanced at her father, and her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he did love her after all.
As they pulled up to the mall, they noticed very few cars in the parking lot. "We're too late," said Noelle.
"Not yet," said Nathan. He parked his car by the yellow curb for deliveries. If the car was towed by the time he came out, so what. His daughter just had to see Santa.
They burst through the doors and raced past the closed stores. At the bottom of the escalator, they spied Santa's Workshop. The elf helper was just turning off the lights.
"Wait," yelled Nathan. "Please."
The pair ran down the escalator. Nathan hadn't run so hard since he was Noelle's age.
"Please, my daughter needs to see Santa."
"We're closed," said the elf. "Sorry."
"Please," said Noelle as a tear ran down her cheek.
"There is time for one more," said the pleasant voice from behind the scenery. "Please come in and sit on my lap.
Noelle wiped the tear from her cheek and walked under the arch. There sat the jolly old elf in his red suit. "Ho, ho, ho. Sit on my lap, little girl."
Noelle climbed onto his lap while Nathan stood at the arch. His little girl looked so grown up and yet so vulnerable.
"So, little girl, what do you want for Christmas? Do you want a colossal dollhouse? Or are you looking for a blazing fast scooter? Or perhaps a full makeup set?"
Noelle shook her head and leaned close to Santa's ear. As she whispered, the man's eyes grew big and round. He whispered back, getting a startled reaction from the girl. The private conversation continued for a full two minutes. After they finished, he said loudly, "Ho, ho, ho. That is a tall order even for me. But if you believe, perhaps you will get your miracle."
After thanking them for staying late, Nathan took his daughter by the hand as they climbed up the escalator and again passed the closed stores. Outside they found the car still in the yellow zone and without a ticket. A true miracle, thought Nathan.
"What did you ask Santa for?" Nathan asked as they drove. Perhaps he could run in and get a gift card at a 24 hour gas station.
"I can't tell you or it won't come true."
"I haven't gotten you anything," he confessed.
"That's okay, Daddy. Only Santa could give me what I asked for."
When they arrived at home, Noelle ran off to bed. Nathan surveyed the house. No tree, not a candle, not an evergreen branch. He did locate the three stockings left over from the previous year. He never even put them away when he threw away all of the other ornaments.
Nathan hung the three stockings on the mantle, knowing in the morning, they would still be empty. When he went to bed, he prayed to join Sara before the sun rose. He could never face his daughter again.
But the sun did rise and Nathan rolled over to see his smiling daughter lying in bed on Sara's pillow. "Good morning, Daddy," she said as she gave him a kiss.
"Good morning, darling. Merry Christmas and happy birthday."
"Thank you, Daddy. Can we see if Santa came now?"
"Darling, I didn't…" Before he could say another word, she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. Half asleep, Nathan pulled the covers back and stumbled to the family room. There sat his daughter looking up at the stockings.
"I remember those," she said. "Do you think Santa left us any presents?"
Nathan shook his head. "Noelle, Santa couldn't leave any presents. He isn't…"
"Please look in my stocking, Daddy. Please."
"All right." Nathan reached into the Noelle stocking and found something. He pulled out a squished red bow.
"Is that for me?" she asked with a strange amount of enthusiasm.
"Sure," he said. "If you want an old bow."
Noelle stuck the old bow in her hair. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful," said Nathan. He thought back to a decade before. "I remember taking a picture of your mom holding you with just a red bow on your blanket. You were our only present that year."
He lifted her up and hugged her like he'd never let her go. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she said as he put her down. "Is there anything in Mommy's stocking?"
"I doubt it," Nathan said as he reached in the Sara stocking. He pulled out a silver choker. "Oh, I forgot I gave this to her. Come here, and let me put it on you."
Obediently, Noelle turned around and let her father circle her neck with the silver collar. "How do I look now?" she asked.
"Ever so grown up. Maybe even as pretty as your mother when we first met."
"So what's in your stocking, Daddy?"
"There's nothing, darling. I checked when I put them up."
"Please, Daddy."
Nathan reached into his stocking. "See, nothing." Then he touched a sharp edge. "Ouch, paper cut."
He sucked his finger as he stared at the stocking. "There wasn't any paper in it last night."
"Santa probably left you instructions," said Noelle.
"Instructions for what?" He reached in again and pulled out the smallest book he had ever seen. "How to master your own sex slave."
Nathan turned it over several times. "I can't believe Sara would have…"
"She didn't, Daddy. Santa did. When I asked him, he said it might take some doing. Now I know what he meant."
The puzzled expression on Nathan's face betrayed his total confusion. Instead of asking questions, he opened the booklet.
Step 1 - Give your willing slave a trinket of control."
He stared at the choker. What had he done?
Step 2 – Say the words of control: <Name>, you willingly gave yourself to me. You are now and forever mine to control.
Taking a deep breath, Nathan recited the words, "Noelle, you willingly gave yourself to me. You are now and forever mine to control."
"Yes, Daddy."
Step 3 – Give your new slave any commands you want them to obey.
Before he did that, Nathan turned the page, but found the rest of the booklet blank.
"Noelle, give your old Daddy a hug." The girl did so. "Suck on my finger where I got the paper cut." His index finger disappeared into her mouth. "Stop sucking and…take off your pajamas."
Noelle stepped back and lifted the PJ top over her head. Next she grabbed the waistband with her thumbs and pulled it out, letting gravity pull the material down. Stepping out of the bottoms, she stood before him, naked except for the choker.
"Noelle, tell me what you wished for."
The girl gulped. "I didn't ask for anything for me. I asked to get Mommy back so you were happy again. He said it might not work the way I thought. I understand now what he meant. I am yours to command."
Nathan shook his head, trying to wake up from the strangest dream he ever had. When he opened his eyes, a naked ten-year-old stood in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back. "Noelle, take my cock out and give me a blow job."
She reached into his pajamas and pulled out his engorged member. All the talk and lack of sex for a year had him primed for sex. Noelle extended her tongue and licked the head. With his precum appearing, she sucked on the cock.
"Stop for a moment," he said. "Are you willing to have real sex with me?"
"Like fucking? Of course."
"Who taught you that word?"
"Mommy did. I asked her one time why she and you were so happy. She said the key was called fucking. She said when I turned ten I would be ready, just like she was with Grandpa."
He looked at her doe-like eyes staring back at him. Just like her mother the first time Sara fucked him. "Jump into the bed and wait for me." The naked girl raced out of the room with a squeal of delight.
Nathan shed his clothes and walked more calmly into the room. Glancing inside, he saw the girl on her back with her legs splayed and her lower lips spread apart, awaiting him.
"Noelle, tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like you did Mommy. Leave your seed in me to make a baby."
Needing no more encouragement, he crawled onto the bed. He tasted her willing virginal slit, licking it until sufficiently lubricated. Then he lined up his erect cock and pushed it into her.
Noelle said nothing, but her face betrayed the pain. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No, Daddy. Fuck me like you would Mommy."
And so he did, feeling the little girl climax. "When can we do that again, Daddy?"
"In a bit, darling. And as often as you want."
They spent the day in each other's arms, taking a break only for food and drink.
The next day, Nathan called in for a sick day. The following day he asked for the rest of the week. Both requests were granted.
By New Years Eve, the incestuous pair had lost track of the number of orgasms they shared. Nathan forgot a couple of times and called his daughter Sara. That brought a sloppy French kiss from the offended girl.
At midnight, as the fireworks went off around them, they vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives. They had each received the best gifts ever.
