Dear FemdomU Magazine,

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year—cozy vibes, festive music, and the perfect excuse to be just a little more naughty than usual. But last year, my boyfriend, Jake, unknowingly gave me the best gift of all: the opportunity to turn the tables in the most delightful way.

It all started when we exchanged presents on Christmas Eve. I handed him a thoughtful gift (a new watch he’d been eyeing for months), and in return, he presented me with a massive vibrator. “Merry Christmas!” he said with a smirk, wagging his eyebrows. “I thought you might like to see if it works as well as they say.”

Oh, I liked it, all right—just not for the reasons he expected.

That night, as we were winding down, I brought out the vibrator and casually suggested, “Why don’t we try it out tonight?” Jake looked intrigued, but when I added, “On you,” his face turned beet red. He tried to laugh it off, but I pressed on, teasing and coaxing him until, finally, he agreed—on the condition that I be gentle. I assured him I’d take good care of him. Poor guy had no idea what was coming.

I tied him to the bed—wrist and ankle restraints snug but not too tight. He was already nervous, his eyes darting to the vibrator as I coated it generously with lube. “Don’t worry,” I said with a wicked grin. “It’ll fit. I promise.”

The Christmas playlist I had queued up started playing “Santa Baby,” and I couldn’t help but giggle as I knelt behind him. I placed the slicked-up toy at his entrance and slowly applied pressure. Jake tensed, letting out a panicked whimper.

“Relax,” I cooed, rubbing his lower back to soothe him. “The more you relax, the easier it’ll be.”

With a little more encouragement—and a lot more lube—I worked the tip inside. He gasped, his whole body stiffening as the vibrator stretched him. “Oh my God, it’s too big!” he cried out, but I just chuckled, twisting it gently and easing it deeper.

“See? You’re doing great,” I said, ignoring his protests as I pushed it in further. By the time the vibrator was halfway in, Jake was practically singing Christmas carols himself—though his version was more “Ahhh!” and “Ohhh!” than actual lyrics.

I switched the vibrator on, and his reaction was priceless. His whole body jerked as the vibrations coursed through him. “What the hell is that?!” he yelled, his voice a mix of shock and something… else. I leaned in close, whispering, “It’s your Christmas gift, babe. Don’t you love it?”

As “All I Want for Christmas Is You” blared in the background, I began moving the toy in and out, watching him writhe and squirm. He alternated between begging me to stop and moaning as his body betrayed him. “See?” I teased. “You love this more than the watch I got you.”

Jake’s screams and groans were music to my ears, and by the time “Jingle Bell Rock” came on, I had him begging for more—though he’d never admit it later. By the end of the night, his cheeks were as red as Rudolph’s nose, and I had a whole new appreciation for the season of giving.

Since then, Jake hasn’t looked at Christmas music—or vibrators—the same way. And let’s just say, I’m already brainstorming ways to top last year’s festivities.

Happy Holidays and happy pegging, Janelle 🎄