The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:57 pm

Amanda was at home, laying on the couch. Nothing on TV, typical. Christmas was only a week and a half to go, and nothing exciting was going to happen.

All her friends were leaving for family, and Amanda’s own family was too far away to be visited. This meant that Amanda would be spending her Christmas alone. No one to wrap present for, not presents to receive. Being alone had left a horribly lonely feeling inside her, so recently she had gone outside to talk to people. But they were strangers, as mostly her neighbors were gone as well.

She still got mail recently. People were sending her presents and cards for her to open on Christmas. She swore not to open them until the said date, but it was tempting with no one around. But it would be nice to have someone around for Christmas. But no luck, no one was coming.

It’s getting dark, she thought. Might as well get to bed soon.

So she ate a small dinner and started getting ready for bed. She brushed her teeth and changed into suitable wear for bed. She wondered what she would do tomorrow. She had been putting off Christmas decorations, tomorrow might be a good time for them. She shook her head, those things would be decided after she woke up.

She woke up with a start. It’s dark! Where is everything? What the?

It takes a minute to realize, but Amanda finds that she is blindfolded. She hastily takes off the long strip tied over her eyes. She stares at it, wondering if she put it on last night. Did she have trouble sleeping? That was it, she had trouble sleeping and decided to on a blindfold.

But that wasn’t right. She didn’t have trouble sleeping.

Amanda shook her head. She couldn’t remember.

Secretly, she was excited. Amanda loved bondage. It was a part of her life. She hoped that this wasn’t just her. She wanted this person to do more. If he existed it would be great! Maybe this Christmas wouldn’t be so boring after all!

She spent the rest of the day thinking about the possibilities. Was he going to do this again? How would he do it? What would he use?

In the back of her mind, she knew it was unlikely. It was more likely that she thought of blindfolding herself on purpose last night. Besides, how would this person know about her love for bondage?

To cheer herself up, she went to a department store and bought rope and duct tape for future tie-ups. Maybe she could practice some self-bondage soon.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen the next time she went to sleep. Eventually, Amanda decided to go to sleep early.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby amandatiedup » Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:54 am

Continue, continue continue :D

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Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:58 am

very nice story. I want read more of it and wish had such Christmas. I´m not alone but get not gifts that wished. Even this would cost nothing only understanding and unconditional love.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Tue Dec 06, 2011 7:11 pm

Awake! She was awake!

What was happening? What now? She immediately thought about what happened yesterday. Was her arms bound? She could see, so she wasn’t blindfolded. Her limbs were free.

She tried yawning. Her mouth! Sticky duct tape was plastered on her mouth! At least two strips were on and she mumbled happily a little bit before painfully peeling the strips off.

Amanda wondered who could have done this. It was official. Somebody had sneaked into her house and blindfolded her and the next night had gagged her. She didn’t think the person was doing anything wrong, but who could tell? Maybe he was stealing for her.

Quickly, she checked all her valuables shelves. Her money, jewelry, and other things of worth were all still there.

It’s ok. She thought. I like it. I don’t need to call the police, this person hasn’t done anything wrong yet. Yet. I wonder who he is? This Christmas is more than anything I could have hoped for! But who is he?

Eventually, she decided to find out. All it would take was a little testing. She would find out when he was watching her. Simple. Easy as pie.

She waited for an hour or so, thinking of ways to find this mysterious person. On one hand, she was begging to find the mysterious person with the love of bondage. On the other hand, she wanted it to be a surprise, like the best Christmas present that she could hope for.

Afternoon. It was already afternoon! Lunchtime had flown by! Amanda realized she must slept in. Quickly, she did some chores like washing the clothes and cleaning dishes, then went to take a nap.

Her plan was to see if this person was watching at night, or at all times. If she woke up tied up, she knew that this person would be watching at day time as well as night. If not, she knew only to watch out at night.

Amanda groaned. She got up, knowing her hair was a rat’s nest. She stretched her limbs, and then realized that she wasn’t tied up. Disappointed, she touched her mouth, knowing there was no gag there.

So he only struck at night. So what? That just meant that he didn’t want to look at opportunities 24-7. No big deal, anyone would do that.
Still, it disappointed her. She wanted him to tie her up. Something that would be challenging to escape from, more than just a gag or blindfold.
It was kind of late, six o clock. She considered going to bed again, but she knew she needed food.

Amanda walked up and had some dinner. She couldn’t wait to be tied up again. But there was so much time, and after that nap she was wide awake! What to do?

She decided to go out. She started up the car and put on a jacket. The snowy landscape around her had been there for days. Amanda had always appreciated how pretty the snow looked on the outdoors.

For a while she drove around, admiring the nice Christmas lights around. Some of the houses had pretty impressive lights, with icicles, blow-up snowmen, and more. Many trees were lit up and strung with life almost no roof was left untouched. She even saw an electronic board with a countdown to Christmas.

But her thoughts kept straying to the mysterious stranger. When was he going to strike again? She hoped today. If he was, how would he do it? Her head practically swam with these questions, and she finally caught herself when she realized that her car had stopped on the road. Shaking her head, she headed back home, but slowly.

But even as she got in bed, she laid awake, too excited to sleep. It was as if Christmas had come early! She suddenly felt like a little girl again, waiting for a big day on the horizon.

Eventually she fell asleep. And she could only wait.

And wait.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:08 pm

This story has got me singling with anticipation wondering if she will get tied up or not, and of she will like it or not, an who it will be!! Please take your time as I know that this must be hard to write!!

Patiently awaiting more,
Percy

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Tue Dec 06, 2011 10:18 pm

Amanda shifted, groggy from sleep. Her head hurt a little.

What’s this? She thought. Her arm was hanging behind her. What the heck? What’s going on!? Not only that, but she felt the familiar stick of duct tape on her belly along with the cold feeling of metal.

Her eyes shot open. Her right arm was cuffed to one of the back boards of her bed. She lifted her shirt a little bit to find a bunch of tape on her belly, with a little lump in the middle. She started the painful process of taking off the tape. After almost ten minutes of agonizing peeling, she found a key under the tape. She tried it on the cuffs, and sure enough, it worked.

Amanda smiled. He did it again. She wished he could do it more frequently. Who was he? She had to find out. Who cared about surprise? She wanted to find out now.

Amanda scrambled out of bed and finished her breakfast and other things like brushing teeth and using the restroom. Putting on her coat, she stepped outside and found her doormat. Lifting it, her house key was under it. Deciding to experiment, she hid it under one of the flower pots nearby in the garden. Not that there were any flowers in it, they had died off in the winter frost. Looking around, she shivered. It was snowing. She smiled, appreciating the sight, and stepped back into the warm refuge of her house.

Next step, she thought, I’m going to have to catch him. I’ll have to stay up as long as I can.

She started up the coffee maker, going to stay up with the help of caffeine. Nothing could go wrong there. However, just to make sure she would be as wide-awake as possible to catch the secret person, she would take a nap, so she wasn’t tired at night.

She got a blanket and laid on the couch, ready to take a good rest. She was briefly saddened, knowing that when she woke up she probably wouldn’t be tied up.


She dreamt of being in sticky syrup or honey. Whatever it was, it was sticky. Each step the liquid got thicker and it was harder to take another step. As she took the next step, her foot caught and her arms shot forward to stop her from falling. But everything got sticky! She couldn’t move! Her body was stuck to the mysterious liquid, unable to move!


She woke up struggling. She wiggles around before she opens her eyes and nearly hits herself in the nose.

That was stupid, she thought. Then she realized, that her wrists were bound together with course rope in front of her, and her bare feet were bound as wells. She shivered, as the blanket had been taken off.

She savored the feeling of being bound for a few minutes. Amanda loved being restricted, feeling how the ropes bound her wrists and ankles stopping the from being pulled apart.

But she soon picked at the ankle knots and pulled free. Her teeth were required to free her wrists, but they were done easily enough.

Amanda surged with happiness. He was watching! He saw when she was asleep, and responded accordingly! She smiles and almost races up stairs to go to sleep before remembering that she must wait for this person.

She quickly has a meal and waits by the door, turning off all her lights. It is dark, even though it is not that late. Winter solstice was coming, but hadn’t passed yet.

So Amanda waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And waited…

Hours passed. She got bored checked her cell phone for messages. When was he going to show up? He still hadn’t arrived, and it was something like 10 o clock! When would he come?

So she waited…

And waited…

Amanda was starting to get frustrated. Did he know? How could he?

Well, Amanda thought, he knew when I was asleep. How much difference is it to know that I am awake?

As more time passed, Amanda was more convinced he either knew that Amanda was watching him, or decided to take a break. By midnight he hadn’t come, and even with all the coffee and her nap she was getting a little sleepy.

When will he get here? She wondered. He must’ve taken a day off. He has to get some sleep too, right? That goes for me too. I need to get some sleep. I wonder if he’ll come tomorrow.

But he didn’t.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby SelenaGfan » Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:17 am

This is very interesting,I hope Amanda catches her mystery binder.

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Dec 07, 2011 3:38 am

Very nice second part and believe is that person I think than she will awake bound will never catch him. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Wed Dec 07, 2011 5:21 pm

Then next day he had disappeared as well. Amanda took many naps, trying to lure him out, but he wouldn’t come. Each passing day worried Amanda, that her new friend had abandoned her when she was having the most fun. Maybe he did this to all girls, just did it for a few days. For some reason, Amanda found this cruel, as if giving her a taste then snatching it away.

Why would he just go away? Could it be that he had regular duties to do? He had a life, after all. But why would he just stop? Surely, if he knew that he had to do other things, he would have told Amanda right?

Amanda shook her head. It wasn’t like he tried to talk to her anyways. The mysterious person was trying to be just that, a mysterious person. And to be one meant not knowing who it was, which Amanda thought was half the fun.

But was it fun just to abandon her?

Maybe he wasn’t really abandoning her. Maybe…

Amanda then realized that she had stopped eating her lunch for almost half an hour, her mind only thinking about the person.

Amanda sighed. Less than a week until Christmas. Today was the 18th. What if he stopped coming?

She spent the day wondering about the mysterious person.

Maybe he can’t find me key, she thought. It was a definite possibility. She had hidden it in a different place after all. Maybe I should put it back. She dismissed the thought as she went down to bed.


Mm. Why is my hands so cold? Amanda thought, as she was waking up from sleep. They're freezing. What’s with my mouth? And why are my hands behind… Wait metal. Metal. Metal!

She jerked up and tried to jump out of bed only to be restrained by her wrists, handcuffed behind her back and chained to the bed. She would have smiled if her mouth wasn’t stuffed in cloth and a strip of tape covered it.

He came! He really came! He hadn’t forgotten about her! He probably just had trouble finding the key, that was all.

Amanda took in her surroundings. She looked behind her to see a small chain connected to the back of her bed, preventing her from going farther than sitting up. On the end of her bed was a block of ice. In it, was a key that no doubt would unlock her cuffs.

Amanda felt happiness blossom in her belly. Perfect.

She was trapped and helpless, and the only thing left to do was wait and savor the feeling.

Amanda adored the feeling of the metal cuffs and the tape plastered over her mouth, preventing her from sleeping. She wondered how this man could put a cloth in her mouth or handcuff her without waking her up. Amanda shrugged. She wasn’t complaining.

An hour ticked by before the cube started getting smaller. She wrapped her feet around the block to make the melting process faster. Even though Amanda loved bondage, she still had things to do.

Eventually, the key was free. Using her toes to grab the key, Amanda was able to maneuver the key to her back into her arms, where she unlocked the handcuffs and peeled off the tape. She spit the cloth out.

Only then Amanda noticed that her cell phone had lit up. She flipped it open casually, wondering who could have texted her.

It was a number she didn’t know. It said “By now you’ve gotten out of it, so I hope you had a little fun. If you want, leave the stuff on the porch.”
Amanda grinned. He finally talked to her! Or closer to talking then she had before. He wouldn’t forget her.

Quickly, she changed the wet bed sheets. She grabbed the cloth, chains, and handcuffs and quickly left them on the porch.

So exciting! Everything was happening excellently! The man was tying her up! Definitely the most exciting Christmas she ever had.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 08, 2011 1:40 am

This is fun. Thank you for the entertainment so far.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bookl0ver » Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:39 am

thihs is a good story
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE

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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:47 pm

She took a nap again in the afternoon, but awoke unbound. The same happened the next day after waking up in the morning. Amanda became worried.

Would he do it again? Refrain from tying her so she would lose hope, and then do it again when she forgot? That was pretty cruel. But why would he do that? He was making her happy. Or maybe he didn’t know he was making her happy and thought that she didn’t like being tied up.

Only five more days till Christmas. Amanda hurried and put up some extra Christmas decorations she had just bought. It was late, but hey, they were on sale.
As she hung the lights, she wondered if he just took an off day. It had to be tiring work to sneak in late at night, especially since she knew he was probably wary of her since she tried to find him.

What about the equipment? Amanda had forgotten all about it!

She raced to the porch and checked the spot where she had left the handcuffs and other items. Gone.

At least he wasn’t completely deserting her. He probably was taking an off day. Amanda decided to hide the key again. A little way of doing something back, a playful thing. This time she hid the key in the bushes, in a space not too hard to see, not too easy.

She went to sleep feeling excited.



Man, I’m kind of cold. Wait, I’m cold. And that can only mean…

Amanda’s eyes shot open as she took the current situation. She was bound! She could feel the course rope binding her wrists behind her back, restricting the movements of her ankles, and the cloth stuffed into her mouth followed by a cleave gag that would surely keep any cries softened to the point of silence.

“Mmm, mm.” She mumbled happily, satisfied by the person’s tying. The wrists were tight, but not too tight. Her ankles the same, and the gag was not coming off easily. She sat there for more than twenty minutes, loving every moment of helplessness, feeling the almost hypnotizing feeling of being bound in a way that your moves are restricted.

Eventually, she rolled off the bed. She had to find a way to get out soon. After five minutes, she was able to push herself off the wall until she was standing. She hopped out of the room at a careful pace.

When she hit the stairs she practically tumbled out. Fortunately, down by the counter she found some scissors. Careful to only cut the ropes, she took several minutes in cutting at the knots until she was free. Once she was, she was saddened that the experience was over. She untied her ankles and tugged out the saliva-soaked cloth.

Well, that explained it. He definitely wasn’t ignoring her. She could count on him until Christmas day was here.

Immediately, she checked her phone. Sure enough, a message was left in the mysterious person’s place.

“Nice job, getting out of that one, cutie. But it only gets harder from here. Get ready.”

Amanda was extremely chipper for the rest of the day. Today was the 21st. Only a few days until Christmas.

She decided to execute the old plan. She left the rope and cloth on the porch, and waited by the bushes. A single light post shone orange light over the street. She had waited until it was 10:30, so to spot the man without getting completely bored.

By 11:45, she was considering going back. He still hadn’t shown up. What was with him? How did he know?

It’s like he’s psychic or something, she thought. Maybe he has a camera monitoring the house or something.

Just as she was about to go inside, a silhouette was walking down the street. Amanda couldn’t make out the dark shape, but she knew it was him. Who else would take a midnight walk around the street.

But it seemed the figure saw her, and he turned around quickly and was running at top speed. Quickly, Amanda dashed out of her hiding place to try to get a better look.

But the silhouette was fast. By the time she got a good angle, he was gone.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Sat Dec 10, 2011 1:51 am

The premise of this story is very original and a lot of fun to read. Bravo!
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:42 am

Hello, every pat is very good. I wait every on next part. It would interesting what happens on Christmas. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby xtc » Sat Dec 10, 2011 5:56 am

And so the tension builds. This is well done indeed! Thank you.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Sun Dec 11, 2011 4:25 pm

The next day, Amanda was disappointed that she wasn’t tied up. She could only expect this, seeing as how she almost caught him.

Unfortunately, Amanda hadn’t taken a nap or drunk any coffee the day before, so she felt like a sloth. Each movement was sluggish and it felt like she had just gotten out of bed all day. Amanda was happy about this, knowing that he would strike tonight, since he didn’t do it last night.

What will he do next? Amanda thought. Oh, I just can’t wait!
Quickly, much more quickly than usual, she climbed into bed. Even though she was tired, it still took her much longer than expected to go to sleep. But eventually, she closed her eyes and let the dreams take her.


Amanda woke up feeling excellent. Nothing like a good night’s rest. She tried to brush off the covers, but then realized she was ON the covers.

At first, Amanda is alert, wondering if she did something earlier. Then she relaxed. She was tied up. He had done it again.

She was in a hogtie, a bind that Amanda was very familiar with. Her wrists and forearms tightly bound, a few inches of ropes connected her with her ankle bindings. She realized that this hogtie was much more restricting than the last tie-up. Her thumbs were tied with a little string, her knees were also wrapped tightly with rope, and her arms were pinned with rope tied above and below her breasts.

She smiled, which she instantly realized that she wasn’t gagged, which she appreciated, even though she liked being gagged. She tested the bonds, tight as usual, this guy was no rookie. She rolled around a little bit, not wanting to escape. An hour had passed before she really wanted to.

Amanda just couldn’t describe how fun it was to be bound. But as always, fun would have to stop. She tugged at her bonds, which only caused them to dig into her skin. She gritted her teeth, and start to try to twist her wrists which only ended up with the same results. Maneuvering her wrists in a way to untie the knots was impossible, as her thumbs were tied and her the back of her palms were facing each other, preventing them from shifting.

After twenty minutes of tugging and pulling and slight pain, Amanda was able to free her thumbs from the tiny string. She was quite impressed how such a little string could restrain her so much. But on to the next task. She twisted, pulled, tugged, and shifted her wrist bindings, but not give.

Amanda couldn’t go hopping around like she did before. Not in a hogtie. They were meant to prevent just that. Fortunately, Amanda was able to eventually pull apart her wrists ever-so-slightly, and loosen a knot. From there, she was easily untied.

Free from the restricting ropes, Amanda grinned. That was so fun, she could hardly describe it!

But she couldn’t help thinking she was forgetting something. Her phone!

The text said, The final ones are coming up. I hope a hot girl like you can enjoy this.

Amanda smiled.

Half the day had already flown by, as escaping had taken her longer than she expected.

She attended to her normal things, doing chores, getting groceries, the usual. Her mind could only fleet back to the numerous days of fun that had been happening. She loved bondage. There was no other word for it. And she was absolutely thrilled to be doing it. To top it off, a relatively boring Christmas was being made fun by this guy, once again, perfect!

Amanda couldn’t believe that the day was soon over. But she wasn’t complaining. This just meant that being tied up was getting closer.

And the closer she was to being tied up, the better.

So she fell asleep.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:45 pm

Dark. Dark! She was blindfolded. Or maybe it she just woke late at night, she couldn’t tell. She tried moving her arms, only to find them restrained by metal behind her back. Definitely a blindfold.

Amanda could feel the tight knot behind her head. The handcuffs were firmly on her wrists, and her ankles were likewise cuffed. Her mouth held a familiar feeling of cloth bundled in, and her mouth was held open by a rubber ball, a ballgag. She hopped out of bed.

How was she going to find the keys in complete darkness?

She hopped and tripped on something. She quickly fell and hit her head with an “oof”. Stumbling down, she bumped into walls, desks, chairs, and other household things. The house was huge! How was she possibly going to find a key?

Practically crashing down the stairs, Amanda felt her shoulders ram the stair railings. This was harder than she thought. Stumbling through the house, hopping around every room, she searched for the key. Where was it?

Two hours had passed. The key was nowhere to be found.

Maybe he doesn’t want me to get out.

But that was ridiculous. He always had made it so she could free herself. How was this any different?

She stumbled back into her room, panting passed her gag. She mumbled a groan and sighed. She couldn’t find it. What if it took all day? What if she was trapped like this, and he would find her?

She lay like that for another hour. It was probably late. Still dark, how could she know? She shifted a little bit and felt metal.

METAL.

She immediately grasped at it. The key!

She tried smiling through the ballgag but it only hurt her cheeks. Quickly, she unlocked her wrists and ankles and tore off the wet ballgag before spitting out the likewise soaked cloth.

She smiled as she tore off her blindfold. She had just escaped from some serious bondage, and she was proud of herself. She realized how ironic it was that he had just left the key on her bed. He must have known she would immediately go around looking for it, taking even more time.

Clever. She thought.

It was nearly twelve, so Amanda skipped breakfast. Only then did she realize, it was Christmas Eve.

Christmas was tomorrow! She loved Christmas! But this Christmas was especially special, because she knew that something would happen with her greatest passion, her love for bondage. And that would be the best Christmas present of all.

She smiled, wondered what would happen. She left his materials out on the porch and waited, even though she knew he wouldn’t come until night. She got bored and read a book, but couldn’t keep her mind off the man and the sheer fact that it was Christmas Eve. Days like this only happened once a year after all.
Before she knew it, it was dark. She changed and snuggled into bed.

But she couldn’t quite go to sleep. It was like when she was a little girl, waiting for Santa. Except this time, she was waiting for some equally, no, more mysterious than him. Someone who she didn’t know what looked like, but had interest in her, and only her. The thought made Amanda smile.

But now was not the time to be thinking about those things. All Amanda needed to do was close her eyes and go to sleep. But it was so much easier to say that then actually do it!

Amanda closed her eyes. It was time to go to sleep, and find out the new surprises of tomorrow.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:48 pm

It’s dark. Dark as when Amanda had a blindfold, but she could feel nothing around her eyes. She felt her knees bend up against her chest and her arms around her back. She tested her bonds. They were ribbons! Her eyes soon adjusted to the light, and green and red ribbons had bound her. Above and below her breasts, her arms were pinned behind her back. Knees, thighs, ankles, all covered in ribbons of red and green. Wrists of course were wrapped tightly, with no chance of escape. She was gagged with what appeared to be another ribbon. Not a peep was coming out of her.

No room to struggle, completely bound, unable to move. Just how Amanda like it. Completely helpless. Perfect.

“Mmph…” Amanda sighed happily. She now realized she was in a box, a gigantic present, now doubt for the mysterious person. It took a second to realize, but her hair had a large bow in it. She smiled past the gag.

Definitely the best Christmas she ever had.

Then a voice. It was a man, and he said, “Merry Christmas, Amanda.”

And the top of the box came off, and Amanda saw him.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:48 pm

Believe it or not, I actually have another Christmas story coming up, SOON.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby MHW » Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:38 am

That's excellent news then, this story is great! Can't wait to read the ending, or the next one!

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby puddy2131 » Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:16 am

Excellent story thanks for posting! Can't wait to read the end!

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:20 am

Hallo yes really nice I think only that you to early with end. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bookl0ver » Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:35 am

more please this is so amazaing
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE

Also addicted to slash. ^,^

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:35 pm

Ahh, I'm gonna have so much hate for this. I kind of designed the story so that was the end. THE END! Yays.
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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby GentleDom » Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:20 pm

THATS CRUEL D:
I am one with the rope! I am the politest Dom, I always ask whats your limit, and if your willing,
If you would like to break them ^.^ *bows* A Gentle Dom, one who still can do it quite well ;D
at your service, and you will be at mine ^.^

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Thu Dec 15, 2011 1:55 pm

GentleDom wrote:THATS CRUEL D:


As many great stories have, the ending is mysterious and leaves you for the inference from your imagination, which sometimes I prefer, sometimes I don't. In this case, I'm neutral. Thank you by the way, for the great installment.

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby Girltrussedup » Thu Dec 15, 2011 8:21 pm

well whatya gonna do, it still sounds like a great ending though, she finally got what she wanted. Plus did what she loved.
Always tied, but always free!!

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bzzart » Thu Dec 15, 2011 9:32 pm

Thanks for understanding Lonewolf, that makes me feel better :).
This is where I'm supposed to put a signature. Hooray.

Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby xtc » Fri Dec 16, 2011 1:47 am

'Nuff said. Good story. It kept me gripped.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Secret Santa: Request by amandatiedup

Postby bookl0ver » Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:40 am

pity gr8 story thnx so much kept me clinged
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE

Also addicted to slash. ^,^