A Christmas Tail

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.