The Perfect Christmas Gift (F-Solo, F/F) - Final Part Now Up!

[ZTVFemdomtales]

Charlotte kicked and screamed through her gag as she was carried out of the house. The man doing the carrying was too strong for her efforts to have any effect. Hell, he might not have even noticed that she was struggling. It was so humiliating. She had been kidnapped and it took her abductor mere seconds and zero effort. The worst fucking part was that she had basically kidnapped herself.
She and Maria had been working together for awhile now and had been flirting nearly as long. The little blonde had been drooling over the Latina with the amazing cake the whole first morning she had been there. She thought she had gone unnoticed until Maria joined her on their lunch hour. The two of them spoke in innuendo, a ritual that had gone on to just the day before this whole mess began. She had just finished sending a quick note to ‘Pandaroo’, the woman she was doing a bondage roleplay with online, when Alexa joined her. Deep down she hoped Alexa was ‘Pandaroo’. The typical banter began until…
“What do you want for Christmas?” Charlette had asked.
She was just fishing for something to say. It was what you asked this time of year, wasn’t it? She had not been expecting a real answer.
“You. Tied up. On my bed.”
Charlette just stared at her as she turned and left the room.
So, there it was. The gauntlet had been thrown. No more teasing. No more dancing around it. It was time to make her move.
Alexa’s front door, god, she was really doing this. It turned out her crush was not at home. It seemed dangerous to her but who was Charlette to judge? She went into the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes. All she wore now was a one-piece red fishnet bodystocking. She affixed the crude note she printed on basic white printer paper over her breasts. She placed the bright white duct tape over her mouth before tying her legs together on the bed. Then came her hands. She settled in and waited for Alexa.
She did not come. Instead, a strange man did.
“Wow, you made this just too easy for me.”
She grunted out in surprise. He walked over and tightened her knots. There was no slipping free now.
“I’m afraid you won’t be seeing Alexa tonight or ever again.”
She screamed in fear.
“She’ll be home from her movie before too long. She’ll be disappointed she’s not getting her Christmas present she wants so badly but she’ll get over it.”
How the fuck did he know about that?
“My sister deserves you too much for you to settle for someone else.”
His sister? Who the fuck was he talking about? She guessed she should be glad he didn’t want her for himself. He tossed her easily over his shoulder.

[LunaDog]

“You. Tied up. On my bed.”

Nothing like the 'direct' approach, is there?

[ZTVFemdomtales]

Part 2

This was how Charolette found herself bound to a chair all alone in a stranger’s living room. She moaned and cried out for help the best she could thanks to her own stupid gag. Eyes wide with panic she looked around the space trying to figure out just where the fuck she was. That’s when she saw the picture on the wall. It was the man who had taken her and who could only be his sister he mentioned. She looked familiar but Charolette couldn’t quite place the face. She would have recognized the body that was for damn sure.
The man shouted from the other room. “Hey Sis! Get your ass in here!”
“Why the fuck should I?” came the response.
Charolette knew that voice, she was sure of it.
“Chanel, get your ass in here and see your Christmas present.”
Chanel? She vaguely remembered someone named Chanel.
“Christmas is tomorrow, you idiot.”
“She can’t wait till morning.”
“She?”
Charolette could hear footsteps coming down the hall toward her. She gulped, not knowing what was about to happen.
“You had better not have brought a cat home.”
“Well…”
The woman stopped in the doorway.
“Oh my god.”
“Surprise!”
“Charolette?”
Charolette looked at this Chanel in confusion. How the fuck did they know each other?
“You’ve barely changed since high school, you know that? Can’t really say the same about me, can we?”
High school? Holy shit! She did remember her!
“As you can tell, I was a late bloomer.”
That was an understatement. The Chanel she remembered, barely remembered, was a gawky gangly girl who volunteered at the library. This Chanel was fucking sexy Amazon. Most of that came from her long, powerful legs, full of muscle. She had filled out giving her wide hips and a nice full bust. Oh, what glorious breasts they were. Her brown hair hung messily around her face, having clearly been awoken early. Her wrinkled pajamas helped to sell the look.
She walked around the chair licking her lips. The motion sent a jolt of fear through her heart. If she were being honest with herself, it sent of something else somewhere else as well. This, however, was not the time for personal honesty. Chanel pulled the paper off her chest.
“Here’s your Christmas Present,” she read. “Was this for your little Alexa?”
Charolette let out a surprised gasp.
“Oh yes, I know all about her. I also know about Emily, Molly, and Haylie. I know about them all.”
How…?
“I know how you keep going after all the wrong women. You go after the ones that’ll fuck you but never love you.”
Charolette growled at the impertinent woman.
“None of them will ever love you because none of them are me!”
Charolette was taken aback by her words. They had barely known each other for fuck’s sake!
“We were on the school float together.”
What?
“It had begun raining in the middle of the parade. I was already miserable after breaking up with my boyfriend that morning. I hadn’t yet figured out who I really was. You used your leather jacket as an umbrella for us both, even though you were shorter than me.”
This was starting to sound familiar.
“You could tell I was upset. When the parade was over you gave me the biggest hug. That’s when I felt it for the first time. Another woman’s body pressed into mine; I had never been so turned on so much in my entire life. It was my sexual awakening. You were my awakening.”
This was getting a little intense. Still, Charolette couldn’t help but feel a little… flattered.
“I’ve been following you online ever since. I’ve tried to be with other women but none of them made me feel the way you did. The way you do. I’ve been dreaming of reaching out to you for the last few years now. I was always too afraid you’d say no.”
She leaned down to look Charolette dead in the eyes.
“Thanks to my loving brother that’s no longer an option.”
Charolette gulped. This was getting outta hand, fast.
“And with that I take my leave.”
The man left and the two women were all alone.

[ZTVFemdomtales]

Finale
(part 1 was edited to properly set up something in this part)

“I’m going to slip into something more… appropriate. Be right back, my love.”
Chanel basically skipped out of the room leaving Charlette a strange mixture of confused, concerned, and intrigued. She writhed in her bonds, moaning for help even though she knew it would never come. Chanel did come, however, and the sight of her affected Charlette even more than she had before. Gone were the messy pajamas and in their stay was a sexy pair of black and dark red bra and panties and a pair of shiny black stilettos.
“What a lovely little gift.”
As she said this, she walked around Charlette, hands never leaving her shoulders.
“Craig always gives me the best gifts. Don’t worry, Baby, I take good care of them. I’ll take excellent care of you.”
Charlette whimpered and tried to pull away. Chanel just kept tracing her fingers over her.
“Your skin is even softer than I remember and oh that whimpering is turning me on so bad. Just think, after all these years, you’re finally all MINE!”
Charlette screamed at her through her gag.
“This is going to be the best Christmas ever. Don’t worry, you’ll love it too, and me. After all, you are all mine now.”
Her hands finally left Charlette’s shoulders only to wander down her sides. She gasped as Chanel’s hands slid between her legs. The only thing keeping her womanhood untouched was the fishnet. Charlette whimpered even louder.
“What’s with all the noise? You like being bound and gagged. You did this to yourself after all. You did this so another woman could do whatever she wanted to you. Well, that woman is going to be me.”
She rolled down the fishnet so that Charlett’s pert little tits came free. As soon as they did Chanel began playing with the nipples with the tip of her finger.
“These are all mine now.”
She bent down and gave the right one a little lick. Charlette nearly jumped out of the chair.
“You always were a tittie girl.”
She licked the left one next to the same response. She kissed and sucked on them like a hungry baby.
“You taste even better than I dreamed.”
She stood back up and looked at her prize.
“Want me to take that gag off.”
Charlette nodded like a mad woman. Slowly, carefully, Chanel peeled it off.
“Thank you,” Carlette said.
She had to be careful what she said to this woman. Her life might very well depend on it.
“You’re welcome, My Love.”
“Listen, you’ve done nothing illegal tonight. Just let me go and we can forget this whole thing.”
“Forget? I could never forget you. I love you and now you’re all mine.”
“We barely know each other.”
“I know you inside and out. You will learn about me as we spend our lives together.”
“But…”
“Another word about it and the gag goes back on.”
Charlett knew when to shut up.
“Now that I’ve taken that off for you, I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
Chanel pulled up another chair and took a seat herself, right across from Charlette. She kicked off her heels and lifted her barefoot into the air.
“Let me give you my Christmas present.”
Charlette looked at the barefoot before her and started shaking. This time there was no fear in her reaction. This was excitement. This was lust. This was one of her weaknesses made flesh, oh so tempting flesh.
“H…how did you…?”
“You told me.”
“When?”
“April 3rd, 9:02am.”
“Ok, that’s scarily specific.”
“I keep our little chats ready to go on my phone and computer.”
“Chats?”
“That’s right, my little ‘Otterfly’.”
‘Otterfly’? That was the username she used when…she chatted…with…
“‘Pandaroo?’”
“That’s right, Baby. This Christmas I’m giving you your dream come true. We’re playing out all your dirtiest bondage fantasies.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, My Love. Now get to work.”
Smiling broadly, Charlette took Chanel’s toes into her mouth and began to suck and lick. After a couple of hours of this Chanel stood up and took off her bra. Charlette gasped as the perfect tits came into glorious view. Chanel gently took her head and pressed into her breasts, effortlessly slipping her nipple into her mouth.
“Oh god,” Charlette mumbled, mouth full of tit.
“That’s it, baby, suck my titties. Suck like your life depends on it. Suck my tits like you might never get to taste another woman’s tits again.”
Charlette didn’t have to be told twice. The two women moaned long into the night as Chanel straddled her and let her worship her tits to her heart’s content.

New Year’s Eve had arrived, and Chanel was sitting on her couch, waiting to watch the ball fall. She was more interested this year than any other before. That was due entirely to her Charlette. The two women were nude, and Charlette was wrapped in her arms, sitting on her lap. Charlette was only partially nude she wore the ropes Chanel kept her in at all times. Both women knew they weren’t necessary; Charlette had accepted her gift status after about the eighth orgasm Chanel had brought out of her. This was her dream come true and she would never leave even if Chanel let her. The countdown hit zero and the two lovers kissed. Then Chanel tossed Charlette onto the couch and had her way with her once more.
She would enjoy her Charlette for the rest of her days. Why shouldn’t she? She was hers, wasn’t she? Yes, Charlette was Chanel’s perfect Christmas gift.

[LunaDog]

Yes, Charlette was Chanel’s perfect Christmas gift.

My, my! Santa has been productive this year!