The Night Santa Discovered His Submissive Side
My role as Santa had unwittingly cast me as the star of their private fantasy. And I was more than willing to play the part!
Samuel
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Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I never thought my part-time holiday job as Santa at a local office party would turn into the most unforgettable Christmas experience of my life. I was just a college student looking to make some extra cash, but I ended up learning a lot about the surprising kinks hidden beneath some festive cheer.
The night started innocently enough. I arrived in my Santa suit, ho-ho-ho’ing my way through the crowd, posing for pictures with the employees and handing out small gifts. The party was lively, with everyone in high spirits, perhaps a bit too high as the night progressed. As the evening wore down, I noticed a group of women who had been eyeing me throughout the night, their giggles punctuating the hum of party chatter. They seemed tipsy but harmless—or so I thought.
As the other guests began to leave, these women approached me, their playful banter slowly turning suggestive. Before I knew it, they had corralled me into a secluded corner of the room. What started as cheeky flirtation quickly escalated. They began tugging at my suit, their hands becoming more insistent. My initial laughter turned to nervous chuckles as I realized they weren’t just playing around—they were downright determined.
They managed to strip off my Santa coat and pants, revealing the basic costume pants I wore underneath. Suddenly, I felt fingers probing at my backside, exploring more boldly than I could have anticipated. One of the women, with a mischievous glint in her eye, produced a small strapon from her handbag—a clear sign they had come prepared. My role as Santa had unwittingly cast me as the star of their private fantasy. And I was more than willing to play the part!
What followed was a whirlwind of sensation and submission. I was laid out on a table, one woman straddling my face while another positioned herself at my pelvis. As one rode my mouth, her companion aligned herself with my cock, sinking down onto me with a satisfied moan. Above me, the room spun with the dizzying effects of alcohol and arousal, the festive lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors.
But the intensity didn’t stop there. As soon as I was flipped over, things got real. With my hands and feet secured by several women, another took her turn with a strapon. The room echoed with the sounds of their laughter and my muffled grunts, which only seemed to spur them on. It was the first time I’d been penetrated, and it hurt at first, but man, I really got into it!
Then the whipping started shortly after, each stroke against my ass drawing a line of fire that made me gasp and yet, perversely, drove me to a harder erection.
The sensation of being overwhelmed, dominated so completely by a group of festive revelers, was terrifyingly exhilarating. Each woman took her turn, riding me, using me, fulfilling their own holiday wishes with my body as their pleasure ground.
As the night drew to a close, I was left disheveled and spent, lying amid torn wrapping paper and discarded ribbons, a twisted version of a gift that had been eagerly unwrapped and thoroughly enjoyed. The last thing I remember before they finally released me was the smug look of satisfaction on their faces, a silent promise that Santa had delivered more than just presents this year.
Looking back, the experience was overwhelming, intense, and undeniably thrilling. I walked away from that party with a new appreciation for the complexities of desire and a very memorable story of the night Santa became the ultimate holiday treat.
Best festive regards, Samuel
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