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Brandy lay curled up beside Grant, sipping on her Bailey's spiked hot chocolate and watching the gas flames lick around a ceramic log that never seemed to burn. It was an odd Christmas for them. No cuffs and no blindfolds to keep her from peeking into the gifts scattered underneath the tree. The blonde missed that more than she first realized. The only thing salvaging a bit of that feeling was the iron lockbox mocking her attempts to find out what was inside.

It was already past midnight and finally they were alone; their guests were nestled all snug in their bed.

Brandy's younger brother and sister-in-law were now living with them in the small three bedroom house that lay about a mile away from the salvage yard that Grant owned. The house was built in the late forties by Grants' grandparents and it was the house in which Grant grew up. Now it was a refuge for Bret, her brother, and Lacey, his wife. Both had been laid off from their jobs at the distribution warehouse. It was a cramped adjustment for everyone, but that is what you did for family.

"I think the 'kids' are asleep or otherwise occupied," Grant whispered with a smile.

Brandy cocked her head and listened. No creaks or soft thumps from upstairs. She then nodded her head in agreement and took another slurp of her cocoa.

"Want to find out what's in package number one?" he asked.

Brandy snuggled closer to him, taking his arm and putting it around her shoulders, "What do you think, Master?"

"I take that as a no," he grinned.

The blonde frowned at him with an icicle-melting stare.

"Okay then," he said as he got up and pulled a large, glittery present from beneath the tree.

Brandy looked at the Rudolph-festooned present in her lap, then glanced down at the lockbox, then back to her present. It was the size of a robe box and about as heavy. As she shook it, she felt some thumps from inside.

"Care to guess?" asked Grant, stealing a sip of her her hot chocolate.

"Probably something naughty, knowing you," she smiled as she tore off the wrapping and lifted off the top.

Inside, nested in green tissue-paper, was a sheer light brown garment, an antler headband and what looked like a pair of small hooves. A puzzled look crossed Brandy's face.

"Now be a good little slave and go put this on. I'll help you with the hooves after you get the rest on," Grant said and kissed her on the forehead.

"Yes, Master," she replied as she took her box to the small bathroom down the hall.

Brandy loved cosplay as much as anyone, especially if it involved ropes and leather, but this was a little weird, even for her. Grant never mentioned he was into Furries. But, if her man wanted her in this getup, then so be it.

The tall blonde opened the box again and pulled out the garment. It was a fawn colored sheer nylon body stocking. She quickly undressed as quietly as she could, neatly piling her clothes on the toilet seat. She took a quick glance at her statuesque figure wishing she had spent more time on herself, but she hadn't expected to do anything like their Christmas traditions tonight due to their guests. Grant apparently thought otherwise.

After holding it up, she saw that the front of the garment was more of a cream color. It was also crotchless. She pulled on the body stocking and managed to get the zipper up in back, and the snap snapped. It was a very tight fit. Except for her hands, neck, head and the shaven spot between her legs she was completely covered but it did not hide a thing.

It felt delicious.

The antler headband was next. It wasn't like those fakey felt antlers you see come out every Christmas. These looked nearly real and were very light weight. She put them on. She thought they would be awkward to wear but the headband kept them in place.

What remained were two little hooves with straps to buckle around her wrists. Essentially they were bondage mittens. Knowing what they were started a warm wanton glow inside her.

Brandy gathered up her box, hooves and clothes and crept out of the bathroom and back into the living room where Grant sat in his open robe and snowman faced print boxers holding another present. A big shit-eating grin lit up his face.

She spun around slowly; seductively, "You like?"

Grant nodded his head.

"Kneel," he quietly commanded her.

Brandy sat her armload on the sofa beside her husband and knelt before him, offering her crossed wrists. Grant picked up one of her hooves and slipped it onto her hand. She had to ball her hands into fists to make them fit but once he buckled them into place, the hooves made it impossible to hold anything in her hands. She loved it.

"Now it is time to open gift number 2," he grinned, holding the small box in his lap.

"Master Grant...?" She asked, holding up her hoofed hands.

"You are an intelligent little slave, my love, I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out."

She looked at the present a little more closely. It was a simple gold box with a red lace ribbon bow binding the top to the bottom. Gingerly, she bent forward towards the box in his lap. Tilting her head, she tried to get herself closer...

"Please don't gouge me with those antlers," Grant said.

Brandy frowned and inched closer. With her tongue, she managed to flick the end of the ribbon out just enough so she could hold onto it with her teeth. She pulled back with the ribbon and the bow parted. Carefully, with the tip of one of her antlers, she tipped the box lid off.

Inside was a red ball.

"I hope that isn't for my nose. Rudolph was a guy, remember?" Brandy chided.

"I know that," Grant said pulling out the ball, "I think you're more of a Vixen anyway."

The glossy red ball turned out to be a ballgag with a shiny brass hook on the front of it.

"Open wide," Grant smiled.

Brandy did. As he pushed the ballgag gently behind her teeth, more and more of the erotic feelings of Christmas engagement filled her head and soul. Little rushes of pleasure flickered inside as he tightened her gag.

"Stand."

The blonde did as she had been instructed; standing with her legs slightly apart so her Grant could see her shaven sex more fully.However, she kept an ear cocked, listening for any little noises upstairs. The fear of perhaps getting caught, however, seemed to stoke lascivious desires inside Brandy.

"So now let's see what is inside your stocking?"

Grant fished out from the back of the sofa a large red stocking bulging with 'gifts' inside. Out of the stocking he poured coils of rope, a little remote operated egg vibe and the prized gleaming brass collar he gave to her at her collaring.

Taking Brandy's hooves, he tied and cinched them about six inches apart in front her, making her a little more helpless and a lot more hornier.

"Turn."

Again, Brandy did as she was told. Her elbows were ensnared as she felt more rope loop around her elbows, pulling them behind her back, efficiently pinning her hands to her slender torso. After he was finished tying her elbows off, Brandy tested her bonds more for his sake than hers. Grant loved to see her struggle. She knew behind his boxers there was a large, rampant cock ready for action.

"Turn again, my love."

The blonde turned again to face her husband. He gently tapped his fingers on her inner thigh and she parted her long legs a little further. They had both been studying an old bondage book strangely entitled 'The Care and Treatment of Particularly Fair Women'. Grant had found a digital copy online and had made it a part of their private lives.

Grant licked his finger and began to slowly trace it up and down between the folds of her sex. Brandy began rock her hips as a heated pleasure began to swell inside her. Little moans escaped from behind her gag.

His stroking stopped and Brandi whined in protest. However, she soon felt Grant nudge the egg vibrator fully into her and he tucked the little receiver into the leg of her stocking.

With her collar in hand, He stood up and placed the collar around her throat, closing it and locking it into place.

Brandy never felt so loved than when Grant fastened the collar around her neck. It was his pledge to her that he would always care and protect her. It was a stronger bond than her wedding ring and, for them, had a much deeper meaning.

Grant embraced her, pulling her tightly against himself. His kisses trailed down from behind her ear to her collar. She soooo wanted to be with him right now in the privacy of their bedroom. As he pulled away, she knew that was not to be. Not right now, anyway.

Once again he reached in back of the couch and brought up her pair of brown calf-high leather boots with the stiletto heels. Brandi was a tall woman and any type of heels made her that much taller, even when beside Grant.

Without a word, her husband helped Brandi into her boots. It was like a well-rehearsed ballet. When they were both zipped up, Grant paused with a puzzled look on his face then hesitantly tapped her outer thigh.

"Uh-huh," she laughed behind her gag. She knew what he wanted her to do but had given her the wrong command.

"No?" he questioned.

She smiled and shook her head in agreement.

Brandy saw a flash of enlightenment come over his face and then he confidently tapped her knee. She laughed again and closed her legs. Grant picked up the last length of rope and tied it around her knees and cinched them together.

"God, you look beautiful," he said as he got up, "even with that antler-thing on your head."

She smiled and took a short step closer to him.

"Do you want to get into your lockbox?"

Brandy nodded, mewling into her gag.

Grant went over and drew the curtain open from the front window, "We are going to play a little reindeer game. You see, there are two keys to open that box and good ol' Frosty has both."

Brandy looked out the window. Besides a thin layer of new fallen snow was a snowman that her brother and his wife had built a couple of days ago save that it had another carrot pointing out from its crotch area. Dangling from that carrot she could see something glinting.

"Good thing the other deer haven't found the carrots yet and gobbled them down."

Brandy gave her husband a you-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me look.

"You are an intelligent little slave, my love, I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. And here's a little thing to keep you warm."

A burst of pure bliss engulfed her as the vibe inside her buzzed awake.

Grant opened the door and a chill breeze embraced Brandi as she stood there.

"The sooner you get the key the sooner you will be back here. I'll be watching you."

Brandy grumped and took a small step outside onto the porch that wrapped around three sides of the old house. With her knees tied and her stiletto heels, it was going to be slow going. She did a slow shuffle to the edge of the front steps.

A few fluffy flakes drifted down around Brandy as she took her first step down. After the initial shock, it now didn't seem so cold. Maybe the little egg vibrator was working its magic after all. With every mincing step she took, she could feel a warm wantonness wanting to explode inside her. The only thing stopping it was the cold and her focus on the task at hand.

Brandy was good until she was suddenly bathed in a bright light.

'Fuck', the helpless blonde cursed to herself. The motion sensor triggered the front porch lights; that's what was keeping the deer from eating the fucking carrots.

Then an icy thought pierced her more than the cold outside: What if the bright light woke up her brother Bret or Lacey? She would just die.

That thought also poured fuel onto her growing pyre. An orgasm was getting ready to pounce.

"Focus," she told herself out loud.

The key was dangling from the tip of the orange phallic vegetable. But there was only one. Where was the second key? Didn't Grant say there was a second key?

'Let's get this one first before worrying about the second one,' Brandy said to herself.

As she faced the snowman, Brandy realized what the hook on her gag was for. She glanced back at the house and saw Grant watching her from the front room window, sipping on her hot chocolate. She gave him an icy stare before slowly getting onto her knees. The blonde carefully leaned forward to hook the key onto her gag. She was sure that it looked like Vixen was giving Frosty a blowjob. It should have been easy except that she couldn't see the hook in order to nab the keys and she sure as hell didn't want to lose them in the snow.

She figured the best way was to drag the hook up the carrot shaft towards the snowman. Heartbeat by heartbeat she finally hooked the key ring and began pull it off the carrot.

Then a flame of white bliss tore through her as her vibrator buzzed into 'high'. It took all of her willpower not to topple over and let the passion engulf her. She let the fire flicker down before she started back.

Following her scuffling foot tracks back made it easier and quicker. She no longer cared about her being seen. All she cared about is getting back inside to warm up before searching for the other key. Grant was standing in the open doorway with blanket in hand as she stepped up onto the porch. He quickly cocooned her in its woolen embrace as Grant guided her inside.

"You okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

Brandy nodded yes. She was cold, but Grant would never ask of her to do anything she wasn't capable of doing safely. He hugged her to him in front of the fire until he was convinced she was warm enough.

"I have next year's Christmas card pic," he smiled, showing her his phone. It was a picture of her giving the snowman fellatio; at least that is what it looked like she was doing.

Brandy frowned and grumped through her gag.

Grant took the key and ring off and held it up, "One down and one to go."

His wife whined through her gag, but all she got in response is Grant turning the vibe back on high as he held her still swaddled in the blanket.

"The good news is you're not going to have to back outside."

She smiled her relief around her ballgag.

"But another Frosty has the other key. Let me dry you off first before you go hunting again."

Gently, Grant used the blanket to dry her off from the tip of her antlers to the toe of her boots. All the while the vibrator was working its magic within her; fanning her lust. Grant dropped the blanket away and began to pinch her stiffened nipples through the sheer nylon of her body suit. Brandy pressed herself against him, grinding her hips for his attention.

"If you want, we can go up to our room and forget about the box. I can put it away for next year."

"Uh-huh," she said, shaking her head, even though her libido wanted to be upstairs in bed with her husband.

"Okay then," he smiled as he cupped her sex with one hand; one of his fingers caressing between her lips, "Are you sure?"

Grant held her close to him. She could feel his hardened cock behind his boxers. His finger traced little circles around her swollen pearl, sending fiery licks of pleasure burning through her. Brandy let herself collapse a bit in his arms as she let flare after flare of bliss engulf her until she was fully engulfed. The gag stifled her moans but did not mute them as she bucked in her bonds. Finally, the orgasm ebbed away, and she stood unsteadily in her husband's embrace.

Brandy smiled around her ballgag and nodded her head.

Grant kissed her on her forehead, "Let's get these legs of yours untied. I'm sure you're going to need them to get to the next key."

He knelt down in front of her and began to unbind her knees. Brandy wished he would tilt his head a bit and let his talented tongue pay more attention to her. She knew there was another orgasm within her just waiting to erupt and he was so just right there to make it happen.

The rope parted from around her knee and pooled around her ankles. She then felt a tug on her vibrator as Grant slipped it out of her.

Brandy moaned her complaint.

"You won't be needing this again either," Grant said, putting the vibrator aside, "now go find that second key...unless, of course, you want to wait until morning."

The statuesque blonde moaned again and shook her head.

"Then go start looking, my little Vixen."

Brandy looked around. It was hard to know where to start. They had decorated so thoroughly and Grant had a thing for Frosty, Sam and anything else snowman. Grant just sat back on the couch in his open robe and smiled.

The twinkling Christmas tree was first. Brandy knew that there were several snowmen ornaments hanging from the tree. She took a step closer to the tree..."

"You are getting colder," Grant said.

There was a Frosty the Snowman snow globe set on the mantel. She took a few steps toward it.

"Still cold."

Brandy huffed into her gag and gave her husband a frown. He must really be enjoying himself watching her prance around all bound up while he just sits in those ridiculous snowman faced boxers with its carrot nose in an obscene place...

A smile spread across her gagged face as she took a step towards Grant.

"Warmer..."

Brandy slunk closer and closer to her sitting husband.

"Warmer... hot."

She stood right above him.

"You are red hot!"

"Of course I am", Brandy said to herself. She knelt down in front of her Master and husband and pointed to his crotch with her hoof.

Grant quickly pulled off his boxers and Brandy could see around his erection was a cockring with a key dandling from it. Brandy knew what she needed to do next. She got up and knelt over him, straddling him. Grant helped position himself as his wife slowly lowered herself onto him.

Brandy moaned as she felt his cock fill her. She began to rock her hips, feeling him move inside her. She could feel a pyre building inside her; stroke after stroke. Grant's hands cupped her breasts, kneading them through her body stocking. White hot flames of bliss blazed inside her as she bucked and writhed.

Grant grabbed her and rolled her over onto the couch. Pinning her, he pounded into her like a rabid bear. Pure ecstasy roared through her again and again until Grant pushed himself deeply inside of her and held himself there, groaning as his cum filled her.

Grant held himself there until Brandy could feel him soften. She knew once he was 'unstimulated' that with a flick of a hoof, the cockring would come off with ease.

After easing Brandy off his lap, he grabbed the lockbox from under the tree.

"I think we should find out what's inside that little box of yours upstairs, my little Vixen, behind closed doors."

Brandy followed her Master upstairs, grinning around her gag. It didn't matter what was inside now. Grant had brought back her Christmas spirit and that was all that really mattered to her.