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Mrs Claus' naughty list.

The following is a completely fictional tale. All characters are of my own creation and all acts depicted herein are consensual (and impossible!)

Contains themes of female domination and humiliation.

Happy Holidays!



"What the hell?!" I said to myself as I sat bolt upright in bed.

I could definitely hear something going on downstairs. There was someone, or something, moving around in my living room. Which should have been impossible as I lived alone.

It was Christmas Eve, and I was expecting my girlfriend to be over first thing in the morning. Had she tried to surprise me by turning up early? I seriously doubted that.

I dragged myself out of bed and looked at the time, 03:30. I pulled on some sweatpants and headed out of my bedroom to the top of the stairs, I could still hear movement. There was definitely someone there. I started to get nervous as I descended the stairs and headed over to the entryway of my living room, where I could hear what sounded like a woman humming to herself. I took a deep breath and swung my body around and through the doorway before calling out loudly.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing in my house?" I could see the woman now I was standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a short red dress with white fur around the lower trim and a white apron tied around her waist. Her legs were covered by red and white striped stockings, and she had a red band running through her silvery blond hair. I guessed her to be around 45 years old. Signs of age were showing on her face, but she definitely looked like she took care of herself. As soon as I called out, she turned to look at me with a wicked glint in her eye, but I could see she had been meddling around with my christmas tree before I got here.

"Ah, there you are." She said as though she had been waiting for me, which was impossible as I had never met this woman in my life. "Is that any way to greet a guest? No wonder you're on the naughty list."

"Naughty list? Okay, are you some kind of stripper? Did a guy called Mack hire you? If so, you can tell him, haha, great joke, and see yourself out of my house." I said confidently, I had no time for these stupid games on Christmas!

"A stripper!? How dare you. I would have thought the outfit would have given you some indication, but clearly, you're not the smartest. You can call Mrs Claus." She said, gesturing down to her Christmassy outfit. This woman was obviously crazy. She had broken into my house on Christmas Eve and called herself Mrs Claus!

"Okay, 'Mrs Claus'. I think it's time you headed back to the north pole before I call the cops and have you dragged off to an asylum."

"Oh I can't go back yet, I'm nowhere near finished for the night." She replied, still speaking in an eerily calm demeanor, as though she wasn't worried about anything I was threatening her with.

"Finished? And what exactly is it you're finishing" I asked.

"Crossing names off the naughty list, obviously. My husband handles the nice list, boring job if you ask me. So I take the naughty list, which is much more fun! Speaking of which, you sir, have cheated on your girlfriend twice this year. Clearly, you have no respect for women, which I aim to fix tonight." I was shocked at what this woman said, not the crazy Mrs Claus/nice list stuff, but the fact that she knew I had cheated twice this year. I was as discreet as I could possibly be, I even used a fake name with one of the girls and blocked her name and number straight after.

"I haven't cheated this year!" I said as indignantly as I could, "So take your crazy accusations and get the fuck back to wherever you parked your sleigh."

"Oh but you did. Once was with a girl at your office, straight after Gary's 40th birthday party, you went to her place but told your girlfriend you had to stay with Gary because he was too drunk. And once with a girl you met on a night out, you gave her a fake name so she couldn't find you on social media, then blocked her cell phone number." She spoke as though she was there. But how could she possibly know all that?

"How do you- how did you ... how did you know that? That's impossible." I stammered out a response.

"Oh come now, dear. You've heard the song. I know when you've been bad or good, and you have been very bad. Now I get to punish you for that." Her smile widened a little as she finished her speech.

"Okay, you know what? I don't care how you know all that stuff, I just need you out of my house right now, so I'm calling the cops." I said, taking out my phone. Unfortunately, I didn't get as far as being able to dial before she sprung into action.

"Oh I don't think so, dear." She said as she quickly reached towards my Christmas tree and grabbed a length of silvery tinsel, which she brandished like a whip, launching it towards my hand that was about to dial. The tinsel wrapped around my wrist before I even had time to react, she quickly jerked her arm backwards, yanking me a few steps towards her, the sudden motion causing me to drop my phone. I stumbled forwards and fell to my knees a short distance away from the tinsel wielding lunatic, my left wrist was held in a tight grip by the tinsel, so I twisted my body away from her and reached out with my right hand to grab my phone. Before I could grab the phone though, I saw another strand of tinsel wrap quickly around the wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

I turned my head to look at the woman and saw she was now holding a piece of tinsel in each and, with the other ends both wrapped firmly around my wrists. She gave me a cocky smirk as she pulled back on the two pieces of tinsel, roughly yanking my hands behind my back as I tried to resist being pulled backwards.

I felt her move closer to me and begin wrapping the excess tinsel around both of my wrists.

"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled, twisting and turning, hoping to struggle free, but to no avail. When she eventually let go, my wrists had been firmly tied together behind me back by the tinsel. This crazy woman was much stronger than she looked.

I quickly jumped back to my feet and turned to face her again. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. I was standing there shirtless, with just a pair of grey sweatpants protecting my modesty, and my hands had been immobilized by a woman who had to be 10 years older than me at least.

"I'm afraid I can't untie you just yet, dear. I'm not finished with your punishment." She said, as though the act of physically overpowering me had taken no effort at all.

"I said untie me now you crazy Bitch!" I yelled at her, once more trying, and failing, to untie my hands."

"Tut, tut. I will not stand for that kind of language!" She said, turning again to the Christmas tree, this time grabbing a shiny red bauble. "This should do the trick." She said as she approached me.

I tried to back away but she was on me before I could anywhere, and without my hands to defend myself, I was powerless to stop her from somehow stuffing the bauble straight into my mouth, effectively gagging me.

"Gffft thmmsss afft." I tried to yell at her but all that came out were muffled sounds.

"There. That should keep you quiet while I finish up. Oh and just FYI, that bauble gag is held in place by a little Christmas magic, so you don't have to worry about it shattering in your mouth. It won't come out until I decide." She explained this to me as she turned towards my fireplace and reached a hand up the chimney.

"Ah-ha!" She said, as she yanked her arm out of the chimney, pulling with it a bright red bag. "Now let's see what's in here." She said, sticking her arm into the bag and rummaging around for something.

"I'll need this, and this. And one of these." She said as she began to pull things from the bag, I had no idea what she was pulling out as they were all wrapped up like Christmas presents.

"Now, first things first. We need to get those ugly pants of yours off you."

"Mmmph?" I said, as my eyes widened in shock, did she really intend to strip me? I wasn't planning on finding out, I decided to get the hell out of there. I quickly turned around and made to run from the living room, unfortunately, as soon as I turned around I heard Mrs Claus snap her fingers. It was as though an invisible force had yanked my pants straight down to my ankles. As I tried to step, I tripped up over my pants and fell face first onto my stomach.

Before I could even try to rectify my position, I felt her hands grab my pants and remove them completely. I was now lying naked on the floor of my living room, bound and gagged by Christmas decorations.

"My, my. What a cute little bottom you have, dear. It will look perfect in your new outfit."

New outfit? I wondered, what the hell was she talking about?

I wanted to stand up so I was in a more dignified position, but I knew that doing so would expose my cock to this stranger, so I chose to stay on my front for now.

I could hear the sound of paper being torn as Mrs Claus opened one of the presents she had pulled from her sack. "These will do nicely." I heard her say as she approached my feet. I felt her slide something over my feet and begin pulling them up my legs, something soft and silky.

I craned my neck to see what she was doing, and saw that she was pulling a pair of very feminine panties up my legs! They were bright red with a large white bow on the waistband at the rear. They had a seam that ran tight down the centre, clearly designed to accentuate the wearers ass cheeks. I could feel that seam pull taught between my own cheeks as she pulled them into place at the back. Unfortunately for me, she had to lift my crotch away from the floor to position the panties in the front.

She grabbed me by my bound wrists and pulled upwards, forcing me from my prone position on my stomach, into a kneeling position. She moved around to my front and bent down to tuck my package into the red silk of the underwear, affording me a great view of her cleavage as she did so. It's a shame she was crazy, because I was starting to get turned on by her attention to my cock and balls plus the view down her top.

"Mmffft" I whined at her, she was clearly taking longer than necessary in tucking my cock into the panties, deliberately rubbing around near my crotch as she adjusted the red material.

"Oh dear, it looks like someone is enjoying his punishment. We can't have that now can we?" She said in a mocking tone, looking at me dead in the eye as she did. "I think this cock of yours has already gotten you in enough trouble as it is.But don't worry, I have the perfect gift for you." She said with a bright smile as she released her hold on my cock, which was now fully erect. When she had moved away from me, I was able to look down and see another feature of the panties she had put me in, they were crotchless! My whole package was pulled through an opening in the front panel, leaving my cock and balls on display. No wonder it had taken her longer than necessary to get them into place. I turned around to see her ripping into another present, a small, square box. As she opened it, I could see what my next 'gift' would be.

A pink, silicone chastity cage!

"Mppf, naaff." I tried to protest through the gag as she approached me with the cage in hand.

"Oh don't pout, dear. I'm doing you a favour. Now that little cock can't get you into any more trouble." She flicked my erection as she said this. "But we'll have to get rid of this first so we can get this on you."

I wondered what her plan was for getting rid of the erection. I watched as she began rubbing her hands together, eventually causing a thin white dust to start falling from her previously empty hand. Wait, is that ... snow?

As she kept rubbing and twisting her hands, I could clearly see a snowball getting bigger in between her palms.

"I think that should be enough." She said as she bent down and roughly pressed the snowball into my exposed cock.

"Mmmppf, faaaph." I tried to protest as she squashed the freezing cold snowball into my rapidly wilting cock. It wasn't long before the snow had all fallen from her palm and started melting on the floor. When she removed her hand, my cock was as small as I'd ever seen it, shrivelled up as though it was trying to hide from the cold.

"Oh dear, it doesn't look very big now does it?" She mused as she fondled my small cock with her still cold hands.

"Aaaand, done. Perfect." Mrs Claus said as she stood back to admire my now caged cock. "That should keep you out of trouble for a while. And I know just what to do with the key."

I watched her drop the keys to my manhood into a small box, and with a dexterity that didn't seem human, she wrapped the box up with a small bow and placed it under my tree.

"Now onto the next part of your outfit!"

My protests went ignored as Mras Claus continued her work. She started by taking a length of red ribbon and tying it into a cute little bow around the base of my balls, just behind the ring of the chastity cage, as though my caged cock was its own present for someone.

Stockings were pulled up my legs next, followed by a bra, this left me in a full set of matching lingerie.

It was the final part of the outfit though, that left me most panicked.

"This will be the perfect look for you!" Mrs Claus said, beaming as she ripped open another parcel. This one consisted of a short, sparkling pink dress with some glittery fairy wings attached.

"Mmmph nmmph!" I redoubled my efforts to escape my bonds and leave the living room, but she was on me before I ever had the chance. After some manhandling on her part, involving her having untied my hands, I was forced into the ridiculous outfit.

"You will be the perfect Christmas Fairy." She gushed as she finished retying my hands behind my back. The closeness of her body as she forced me into the dress had my cock trying to get hard in the cage. Conflicting feelings of fear and arousal coursing through me.


"Now let's get you on display, you'll make a lovely gift for your girlfriend when she arrives."

Again she moved much faster than she should have been able to. Before I knew what was happening, my ankles had been bound together with more tinsel, with a strand running from my ankles to my wrists, I was effectively hogtied by tinsel.

Once she was done binding me further, she pulled me over to my Christmas tree and propped me up on my knees. Moving behind me, she ran more tinsel from my hands and ankles back towards the Christmas tree. As she stepped back in front of me, I felt that I was now propped up on my knees, bound in place at the base of my Christmas tree, almost as though I was deliberately displaying myself to whoever walks in.

Mrs Claus began straightening out my dress, making sure the wings at my back were straight for everyone to see.

"Hmmm, you look almost perfect. Just one thing missing." She said, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a handful of glittering powder. She held her hand palm up and blew the powder straight into my face. I closed my eyes and scrunched up my face as much as I could.

"That's much better. Here, take a look." She said as I slowly opened my eyes. When eyes opened I could see she was holding up a small hand held mirror in front of my face.

My reflection showed the effects of her weird sparkly dust, my face had been fully feminized. I had candy red lipstick on my lips, a light pink blush drew attention to my cheeks and my eyes were topped by a glittery eyeshadow with thick, dark eyelashes.

I 'mmmfed' in protest but there wasn't much else I could do. I was bound on my knees to my Christmas tree dressed as a damn fairy!

"Well it's almost time for me to go, dear. But I think I just need to adjust your dress a little..." She said, reaching down to the front of my dress. She lifted the hem Hugh enough to expose my bow covered and caged cock, tucking the hem into the top of my panties, she made sure that my cock remained on display. "There. Perfect." She said as she stood back to admire her work.

"Now, according to my watch, your girlfriend should be arriving in a couple of hours. That will leave you enough time to think about what you've done, and what you're going to tell her when she gets here." She said, grabbing the large red sack and slinging it over her shoulder.

As she stood in front of the fireplace, she turned to take one last look at me.

"Oh and don't worry about the gag, as soon as someone touches the front of it, it will fall out on its own. Merry Christmas!" And then she was gone. Vanishing up the chimney in a way that I just couldn't explain.

I had no idea how long I would have to wait here in this humiliating position. Or what my girlfriend would say when she got here and saw me like this.

I guess I had learned the hard way...


Stay off the naughty list!