A New Year

They were loyal sluts, and they were industrious sluts. Christmas had come and gone. They had decorated our lodgings with care, but they had decorated as bound sluts: putting up garland while their nipples were clamped. Mouths had been gagged so no singing along to their Christmas cd’s. To amuse me, they had put tiny pieces of mistletoe in their collars, trying to encourage me to bite their necks.

L_____ wore everything green: collar, cuffs, garter belt, shoes, while E____ wore red. My gifts to them were obvious: allowing them to kneel and study my rigid, oiled cock being stroked, drooling under their gags at the sight; lying side by side bound to the master bed in the Cape house; thrusting their bared pussies up at me like the shameless whores they were, unable to plead with me for my cock with their gagged mouths, but their raised, twisting hips, splayed open legs, dripping cunts and begging eyes told me what was on their Christmas list.

...something will be stuffed, and it's not a stocking

I had already filled their Santa Dom stockings with new items for the cuming year: a new style of blindfold with tiny leather circular pads, velvet collars with matching cuffs and matching ball gags; waterproofed clit hummers to use on each other in the hot tub-- guaranteed to prep their cunts for my cock.

Now the time had arrived to dismantle Christmas. A new year was beginning with new adventures for my obedient sluts. I had been checking in on them while they sat online, talking to each other on their computers. They didn't know my observation methods, but I saw them. As the New Year approached, I texted E_____, more than anything to remind her and L____ that I was watching them, so they had better behave while I was out celebrating.

As the clock ticked down 2007, L____, that saucy cunt, took off her bra and threw it in the air, typing in “boooiiing” to show E_____that her tits were free and bouncing. If I had been present, I would have bitten down hard on those jiggling nipples and then given that slut hell on the carpet right then and there. Bouncing her tits around. I don’t care if she was alone. She knows she does not have the freedom over her own tits. Both sluts know I control their bodies.

By 2 a.m., E____ wrote me a reminder of just how obedient my cum sluts are: what I would be doing to them (she hoped) in the coming year. As I circulated at my party, my cock stayed hard all night thinking about what I was going to do to those whores in 2008. New Year. New lessons.

Today they obediently dressed again in their garter belts, collars, cuffs and gags, and they put Christmas away for another year. Let their clamped nipples stay sore and their pussies drip as they do their chores. My rigid cock and commanding eyes await them.