But Ella’s having a breakdown and can’t. “Ok then girls. You know what that means. Naughty list. Punishment.” I sigh, pretending it pains me, pretending I’m about to do stuff I wasn’t going to do anyway. I get up and grab the supplies and ribbons from the kitchen. “Babe, get the lights down from the Christmas tree. Oh and that star at the top too. And some more ribbon and garland while you’re at it. Go on.” She obeys, getting up and grabbing a step stool from the kitchen pantry, under my watchful eye. Then unwrapping things from the tree, while Ella curls up and sobs on the couch.
The girls still have their wrist and ankle cuffs on, which make things easy to attach. I sit both naked girls down back to back, on the white carpet in front of the fire. Using ropes and leather straps I bought from the store earlier, I start binding them up.
Back to back, butts on the floor, I bind them both around the belly, holding them tightly together as they sit there. Then I grab a Christmas wreath from above the mantle and shove it down over both their heads, snugly keeping their necks together, forcing the backs of their heads together. They shift and whimper from the scratchy discomfort.
I then tie up each of their legs. Bending them at the knee all the way, knee up to tit, foot on floor, getting the calf tight against the thigh and tying it tight. They sit with butt plugs digging into their assholes hard directly under them.
With all four legs bent, I run rope from one girl’s leg to the other girl. From Ella’s right leg, behind her to attach to Grace’s left. Then the other side. I tie this pretty tightly, getting their legs spread open pretty good, exposing their pussies.
Next I take all four arms and raise them up straight, then bind all four wrists together above their heads. Their elbows bow out a bit, but if one girl tries lowering her arms, it pulls the other girls arms further back, so they awkwardly start wobbling their arms around above their heads, not knowing how to rest them.
I grab some red ribbon and wrap it around their elbows, pretty tightly but without hurting them. Now their hands are forced to stay up in a point, wrists all together over their heads, making a tall pyramid, their elbows a bit bent outward but everything staying upright nicely.
Then I grab a bit of red and white ribbons and garland and start wrapping their bodies up in a spiral, just decorating them lightly, but leaving plenty of flesh exposed throughout.
They start to really tremble and groan, so uncomfortable, straining with their arms up, their butt plugs with so much pressure directly under them. Each girl unable to lean in any direction without pushing or pulling the other girl into a worse position behind them.
Then I grab some duct tape from the supplies and tape the nice silver tree-topper star to the top of their hands, forcing them to hold it above their heads.
Lastly I wrap some Christmas lights all around them and plug it in. It lights up, beautiful glowing white bulbs, sparkling and shifting around as the girls struggle and move slightly. My own little Christmas tree. My Family Tree. It’s like some odd performance art. Beautiful and sensual. Arms straight up in a point above their heads, a star on top, Grace in a red Santa hat, Ella in a green elf hat, ring gags holding their drooling mouths open as they grunt in discomfort. Necks stuffed in a wreath. Armpits fully exposed. Tits poking out between ribbons and garland and lights. Knees straight up, legs spread open, feet and ass down on the carpet. Pussies straight out in the open, sticking slightly forward just above the carpet.
I take my time from there, letting them struggle and sway. I go grab a bag from the stuff I bought. “Ok ladies, time to open your Christmas presents. I’ll do it for you.” I pull out two matching Hitachi wand vibrators, both white with red accents. I get them ready, grabbing some more duct tape, and put them under each girl’s pussy on the floor. “Santa’s gotta put your presents under the tree.” I get down under Grace first, laying on my belly, face between her thighs inches from her pussy. I cant help myself and try a taste of her sweet cunt first. Licking out just above the carpet, inhaling her pubes, kissing her inner thighs on either side of my head. Then I slide the vibrator partially under her. It’s big so she has to shift, engulfing part of the large ball-tip, smushing it against the carpet. I duct tape it securely up and around each thigh.
I hurry around to Ella. God she looks adorable, wrapped up and wiggling helplessly. I lay down like before, my face diving straight in between her little thighs. My nose rubbing around in her puffy “innie” pussy, I breathe here for a minute. Her sweet scent, a hint of saliva smell from her mom cleaning her. I taste her, getting carried away for a few minutes, licking into her, finding her little lips tucked neatly up in her. Then I slide the other Hitachi underneath. She squirms in slight pain as I really have to shove to get it nice and tight under her little crotch. Then I duct tape it. “That’s not going anywhere,” I say in the mandatory dad-voice after duct taping something.
Then I turn both on lower speeds and step back. The sound is incredible. A soft vibration, pattering tightly against flesh. Both girls immediately start to squirm around. Even at this lower setting, neither of them are used to this sort of thing, both extremely sensitive. I go grab another glass of wine and sit back to relax on the couch for a bit, still not quite recovered from cumming.
Lights dancing around the dimly lit room like slow party lights, from the flickering fire and from their bodies covered in lights. The little human Christmas tree wiggles and shakes uncontrollably in front of me, by the fire. Soft Christmas music fills the room, accompanied by crackling flames and the pattering hum of vibrator against flesh. The girls’ voices start to drown that all out, moaning and squeaking, their most sensitive spots being tormented for minutes on end. I sip my spiced wine, feeling warm and cozy, getting buzzed. A tingle growing in my cock after a while.
And I sit, I’m in no rush, this wine is meant to be enjoyed. This is how a father should enjoy Christmas. With a drink, by the fire, listening to some music with his family. His wife and daughter bound back to back in front of him on the floor. Holding a star above their heads, wrapped up in decorations and glowing white lights. Tits on full display, knees up, legs spread, assholes stuffed and pussies tortured underneath them. This is really the only use for a wife and daughter at this time of night.
Ten full minutes pass as I sit and watch, the girls like chestnuts roasting by the open fire. They moan and groan, panting, no words, just pathetic little “Ah Ah” sounds from their forced-open mouths. Drool pours down from their ring gags, trails of spit down their wreath and tits and bellies. Their heads wiggle around, little Santa and elf hats so cute. Grace is getting drenched in sweat. The fire so close to them. Ella doesn’t usually sweat much, but even she has a nice moist sheen to her little body. And that soft pattering sound from the vibrator is becoming louder and wetter as time passes. I start to notice a slight smell of sweat, mixed with a bit of pussy. Even from a few feet away where I sit, their feminine scents start to fill the room. I start to harden, and I begin stroking my growing cock, still sipping wine with my other hand.
Ella starts to shift around, pushing back, trying to get away from the vibrator strapped under her. And she tries to lower her arms, pulling them forward. Which only makes Grace more uncomfortable, torso being pushed forward, arms being pulled back harder over her head. Ella’s so used to being spoiled, she can’t think of how she’s affecting her mother when she does this. At first Grace tries to take the burden, endure discomfort so that her little girl can feel better. But it gets to be too much, forced down harder onto the powerful vibrator. She pushes back. This starts a struggle, both girls giving up on the other, fighting against the intense vibrators, caring less and less about the other girl.
They thrash and wobble and moan. Their necks held together at the throat with a wreath, they choke each other as they struggle and move their heads around. Until finally they fall over on their sides, away from the fire. Grace starts going “Ah ah ah” in pain, while Ella squeals. Their bodies pinched and stretched in odd ways. I sigh and get up. I walk around them casually for a minute, watching them squirm, eyes bulging up at me, begging to be lifted up. “This is what happens when you girls can’t behave.” I lift them back up and they stop struggling, but they’re right back where they started, the torment continuing.
I walk around them, buzzed from my wine. My cock hard and fully recovered. The smell coming from them is so enticing. Fresh sweat, pussy, but still a pleasant soapy shower scent. I walk up to Ella’s face, stroking my cock. I lean down and plant a wet kiss on her stretched-open lower lip, tasting her drool seeping down. Then I stand and shove my cock straight into her mouth. It goes halfway and she gags so I pull out. I lift her chin to me and stick two fingers in and feel around. Her wet tongue, so soft. I swirl into her spit and take my fingers out, stroking my cock, getting it wet with her saliva.
I grab the top of her elf hat and thrust in again, not a care in the world for how this little girl feels. Just using my daughter as she was intended to be used. One pump, two, and then out before she makes a mess. She gags loudly, a mouthful of mucusy spit coming out of her and down between her small tits. Then she coughs uncontrollably for a bit.
I stroke my cock, leisurely walking around the little “family tree”. Grace jolts her eyes up at me, surprised to see me again so soon. I continue to stroke slowly, letting her get intimidated. Then I lean down and kiss her sweaty forehead gently, tasting her salty skin on my lips. Then I stand up and grab her Santa hat and thrust my dick into her mouth hole. I push to the back of her throat, sliding along her wet tongue. She coughs slightly and I hold. A few seconds and she looks up at me. Her pretty blue eyes bulged in shock as she becomes desperate to breathe. She coughs again and I pull back. Enough to give her false hope, a single breath, and then I shove back in hard. She goes a bit cross-eyed, eyes losing focus and staring blankly ahead. But she doesn’t gag somehow. I hold. Wow maybe I’ve broken her in enough, gotten her used to this. She coughs and gags finally, a mouthful of spit bursting out all over the base of my cock. I pull out, grab her Santa hat off her head, wipe off my dick on the inside, and smush it back onto her. I let her catch her breath.
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