The holidays are supposed to be a time of giving, and for me, that couldn’t be more literal. As my girlfriend’s obedient little holiday slave, I give her everything she asks for—and let’s just say she’s very creative with her “wish list.”

Being her holiday slave means I’m at her beck and call, whether it’s stringing up Christmas lights while locked in my cage or being tied to the bed and used as her personal toy. And when I say used, I mean used. She’s not one for gentle caresses or slow teasing when she’s in the mood to remind me who’s in charge. My tongue gets more action than any part of me, and I’ll spend hours buried between her thighs, doing exactly what she tells me until she’s satisfied—and she’s rarely satisfied with just one.

She loves to put me in festive positions too. Just last night, she had me kneeling in front of her, wearing nothing but a Santa hat and my cage, while she sat back with a glass of wine and watched. She teased me relentlessly, calling me her little elf and tugging on my cage just to hear me whimper. And when I begged for permission to cum, she just laughed and told me maybe on Christmas Eve—if I’m lucky.

But it’s not all denial. She gets off on making me squirm, sure, but the holidays also mean she gets to show off her power. Sometimes she’ll ride me, hands pinning me down, just to remind me that even when she gives me something, it’s still all about her. And honestly? That’s exactly how I like it.

Being her holiday slave is exhausting, humiliating, and downright thrilling. There’s no better gift than the one I give her every day—my complete submission.