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This is the story of Isaac Gibbons (25, left) and Aaron Harrington (22, right), a young gay couple living somewhere in Europe. The story is written from the vantage point of Isaac. Over the course of this story, their relationship will develop into a Master-slave relationship. The keywords that characterize this story will be: feet, socks, sneakers, bondage, humiliation, and chastity.
Because it’s Christmas, this first instalment will be relatively innocent: it’s main purpose is to introduce our characters and to leave you with warm, fuzzy feelings about this young couple’s Christmas celebration. The story will get naughtier, rest assured!
I have a busy life, just like you, so please forbear with me and take note of the fact that the date above each entry will (after this first post) almost always lag behind the real date.
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Sniffmyfeet
1. The 25th of December, 2016: Christmas Day
Today I celebrated Christmas with my boyfriend Aaron. He gave me this diary so that I will never forget the great time we’re having together (that is, if I keep up with writing my experiences and thoughts down). What a great gift it is!
Aaron is such an adorable guy. He’s about five centimetres shorter than me (I’m 182 centimetres tall), he has brown-coloured eyes and reddish brown hair. We exercise together at least twice a week, so he has beautiful abs. What a gorgeous boyfriend I have!
We get on very well with each other and he’s really sweet. For example, this morning he got up half an hour earlier than me and cooked me an amazing Christmas breakfast with boiled eggs, croissants, toast and tea. Aaron is a really considerate guy; he always takes care of me first and puts his own interests second. He truly is the best boyfriend one could wish for! I actually think he likes to care for me. It makes him happy when I take control and ask him to do certain chores around the house. I should take advantage of this!
After breakfast, we cuddled for a long time and then got dressed - he in his black suit, I wearing my red suit - and we went to visit our parents (first his, then mine) to wish them and our siblings a merry Christmas. Christmas is a feast of time-honoured traditions that you simply have to comply with in order not to be likened to the Grinch - but I would have loved to spend the day just with Aaron: our first Christmas in our new home. Anyways, his mother had prepared us a nice lunch and afterwards we had an enjoyable afternoon with my own family.
Then we headed back home to prepare our Christmas dinner. He cut the vegetables and put them in the oven, whilst I was braising the chicken roulade. We had already prepared the meat broth which would be our starter yesterday, so we only needed to heat it up again. The dessert (a chocolate bavaroise) was also already waiting in the refrigerator.
Once everything was almost ready, we spread a table-cloth over the table in the living room and put out glasses, plates, cutlery and napkins. Aaron lit the candles while I spooned the soup onto the plates.
We talked about a lot of stuff over dinner - just like we normally do. But Christmas dinner is special. Thus, by the time we were eating our dessert, the conversation hit the point where we discussed the past year and what we want to do in the new year.
“I’ve had the greatest year of my life. Moving in with you has been the best decision I’ve made during the past year,” I said.
“It’s been an amazing year,” Aaron answered. “I’ve always wanted a boyfriend like you: strong, dominant, sexy. I love you so much!” Aaron smiled. You could tell he was enjoying everything: the good food, the cosy atmosphere we had created in the living room, my company…
“I appreciate all that you do for me,” I said, hoping he would take the bait.
“It’s my pleasure, Isaac. I just love caring for you. You work so hard, while I’m just a student. It doesn’t feel right for me to sit about here doing nothing.”
Then we finished dinner. Aaron did the dishes, while I blew out the candles and cleaned the table.
Finally, the time had arrived to open our presents. Aaron decided that it was my turn first. It was such a magical moment - tearing apart the red paper wrap and seeing what he had bought for me: the very diary that I’m now writing in. I smiled as I saw the book: its quality stood out immediately. A nice cover of burgundy leather and creamy, heavyweight paper inside. It was clearly a diary that you would only give to someone special. I feel honoured to be that someone special for Aaron!
Then it was time for Aaron to unwrap the gift I’d bought him. I was almost as excited as he was, not knowing exactly how he would react. But I was almost sure he would like it! As he tore apart the golden wrapping paper, a clear, plastic box was revealed and he alternately glanced at me and the contents of the box…
* Thanks to XTC for pointing out some errors that I'd made. They're now corrected. *