The Elf's Christmas Miracle

Markus looked taken aback, and he suddenly uncrossed his arms. "Of course, I'm sorry, Kaya, please come inside."

Kaya nearly fainted from relief, and she smiled shyly at Michiko, who was smiling down at her. Michiko took her arm and guided her inside, then closed the door. Then she helped Kaya out of the jacket. The three of them entered the room, and then Michiko chuckled.

"You're wearing my clothes!" she said, moving around in front of Kaya to look at her.

"Yes, maam, I'm sorry, my dress was all wet," gushed Kaya.

Michiko waved her hand. "Oh, no worries. You poor thing, they barely fit you." She giggled, gesturing at her own chest. "I'm not as . . . gifted as you are up here!" Kaya noticed Michiko was looking at her breasts, and she glanced at Markus to find him doing the same. Looking down, she saw her nipples poking into her cotton top, and she blushed, putting her arms over her chest.

"You're free to warm up a bit, I'll get you some tea. Then you can go," said Markus, moving to the kitchen to make some tea.

Kaya turned to watch him, her stomach tightening. "Uh . . . but . . " she glanced at Michiko, who was watching her with interest. She decided she would just have to say it, and Markus would have to choose. "Markus . . . I was hoping we could . . . continue where we left off?"

Markus turned from the kitchen countertop to look at her. After a moment, he shook his head. "You had your chance, and you took off, quite rudely, without explanation."

Kaya winced. "Please, I know I did, and I'm sorry . . . I got . . ." she couldn't say she got scared, that would sound strange to Michiko.

Suddenly Michiko spoke. "You know what? I'll leave you two alone for a minute, I need to freshen up anyway." Kaya watched in surprise as Michiko smiled and went to the bathroom, closing the door. She didn't know how much time she had, so she moved quickly, going to the kitchen to stand in front of Markus.

"Markus, please!" she said, looking up into his eyes. "I want to . . . help you! Be with you! Don't you still . . . want me?"

Markus looked down at her, then he shrugged. "How will I know you won't just run away again in the middle?"

Kaya's heart leapt. He hadn't rejected her. "Uh . . . I promise, I won't leave!"

Markus made a snorting sound. "A promise from a pretty Japanese girl? If I had a hundred Yen for every one of those . . ."

"Please, whatever you want!" pleaded Kaya. She knew it must be getting close to midnight, she didn't have much time. She thought back to when they were on the couch. Then she remembered something he'd said. "You can tie me to the couch, then I can't run away!" she said excitedly.

Markus looked at her, his brown eyes filled with intensity. "You'll let me tie you up?"

Kaya hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Yes! I'm yours, for the evening." Or until she completed her task and was teleported back, she thought. Better not to tell him that.

Markus smiled suddenly. "You have a deal, Kaya."

Kaya felt like bouncing up and down, she was so excited. Instead, she hugged Markus, enjoying the feel of her breasts and sensitive nipples against his broad chest. Markus laughed, then turned back and poured three cups of tea, then handed one to Kaya and took one for himself. She smiled, taking a sip and enjoying the feeling of warmth in her chest. Then she frowned, whispering to Markus. "But Markus, what about Michiko? I don't want to mess up your relationship?"

Markus laughed. "Oh don't worry, it's not like that. Come, let's go tell her."

Kaya stiffened. "Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" Markus ignored her, instead walking into the living room cradling his cup of tea. He took a sip and placed it on the coffee table.

"Michiko? You can come out now," he shouted. The bathroom door opened, and Michiko came out, smiling.

"Oh tea, is there one for me?" She quickly went to the kitchen and returned with her cup of tea.

"Michiko has offered to stay the evening!" said Markus.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" said Michiko. She winked at Markus. "I'm so glad you two were able to work it out. It's much too cold for you to be going back out there tonight, you'll be much safer here."

Kaya's mouth was open but she was unable to speak. It seemed to her that Markus was leaving out some key details . . .

"Mi-chan," said Markus, obviously thrilled at her reaction. "Could you fetch the shibari kit?"

Michiko's eyes brightened. "Oh, certainly!" she exclaimed, putting down her tea. The woman dashed into the bedroom.

"What's a shibari kit?" said Kaya. Though the word was Japanese, she wasn't familiar with it.

"It's an ancient tradition," said Markus. "I've had a lot of training in its application, as has Michiko." Kaya wasn't sure she liked the sound of that, and when she saw Michiko return to the living room with an opaque plastic container, she looked at it with trepidation. Markus thanked her and placed the container on the coffee table, then opened it and pulled out a bundle of thin red rope. Then he looked at Michiko.

"I think the white would go better with her lovely skin coloring," said Michiko. Markus nodded and placed the red rope back in the box, then took out an identical bundle of white rope.

"What is that for?" said Kaya, nervously.

"To tie you up, silly," said Michiko, giggling.

"That's a lot of rope!" said Kaya. "I . . . I imagined a pair of handcuffs or something?"

"Oh, this is so much more comfortable than handcuffs, cutie," giggled Michiko.

Kaya stared at her in confusion. "You mean, he's tied you up with this before?"

Michiko made a face. "Oh, not him. Yuck."

Kaya was even more confused, but she had bigger problems, for Markus was unwinding the rope, and turning to look at her. Michiko cleared her throat. "Umm, Kayako, dear, Could I get my clothes back now."

Kaya paled, placing her hand over her mouth. "N-now? But . . . do you have something else I could borrow?"

"Nothing that I'd want tied up in that rope," laughed Michiko. "It can leave permanent creases." She gestured at Kaya. "Take it off, honey, you don't want to make Markus wait, trust me!"

"Uh, ok . . ." said Kaya, anxiously. With slightly trembling fingers, she pulled the two straps of her tanktop off her shoulders, and then rolled it up over her breasts and then her head. She was acutely aware of both Markus and Michiko looking at her, but she told herself she was just undressing in the changing room back at the Workshop. She'd done it many times, with other elves around. Michiko reached out and took the top from her, and then Kaya unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, handing it to Michiko.

"Oh, you can keep those," said Michiko, pointing toward Kaya's panties. "They look kind of . . . moist," she added, wrinkling her nose.

"T-thank you," murmured Kaya, standing there awkwardly with her hands covering her naked breasts. She was grateful to at least have her panties, but as Markus approached her holding up the white rope, she felt herself trembling slightly. It was an awful lot of rope just for tying someone up, she thought.

"Turn around, Kaya, and place your arms behind your back," commanded Markus. The tone of his voice had noticeably changed. He was now deeper, more commanding, almost . . . intimidating. Kaya swallowed heavily. This was the point of no return. She could run away again, and face the wrath of Mrs. Claus, or she could endure whatever Markus had planned. She had one hope at least -- he wouldn't do much with Michiko present. Kaya turned around and crossed her arms behind her ass. Michiko came to stand beside her then, and she collected Kaya's silky black hair in her hands and held it out to the side, to give Markus room to work. Kaya found she couldn't move her head when her hair was held like that, and she blushed in humiliation. She felt like an animal being held by a leash.

Markus took her arms and bent them at the elbows, so that her forearms were pressed together. "Hold your arms in that position," he commanded. Then he began to wind the white rope around both forearms. Kaya gasped as the rope was wound and tightened, locking her arms together. The rope was thin and soft, but held her quite securely. As Markus worked quickly and skillfully, the remaining rope was dangling against her ass, which was mostly bare except for the tiny panties. He made a knot in her arm binding, and then wound the rope tightly around the outside of her upper arm, across her chest above her breasts, and then around her other upper arm. He threaded it through the knot in the center of her back, then back across the top of her breasts again. As he was working, some of the dangling ropes glanced against her nipple, and she drew in a sharp intake of breath. The rope was pulled through with a soft sensual snap that made her jump. The bindings pressed softly on her heavy lobes, and she felt a friction against her skin that was strangely pleasant.

Markus was running more rope around her arms and just under her breasts, then back, two times, slowly and gently pulling it through. The soft, rough rope sliding against the skin around her breasts felt sensual and electric, and Kaya found herself swaying slightly, held in place by Michiko's grip on her hair, and Markus' grip on the rope. Markus' skillful fingers would occasionally brush against the swell of her breasts, or the skin of her back, causing her to jump. With each new length of rope, Kaya felt a slight increase in the pressure on her breasts and it was making her feel strange. She glanced down in dismay to see her nipples swelling to fullness from all the sensations.

"Now my favorite piece," said Markus, as Michiko handed him another smaller bundle of rope.

"Of course it's your favorite," said Michiko, making a face. "Once that rope's in place, a girl will do anything you wish!" Kaya gaped at her, wondering what she meant. Markus tied off the second rope at the center of her back, then ran it up over her shoulder and down between her breasts. It continued down her abdomen, and then Kaya gasped when Markus slapped her on the inner thigh.

"Spread your legs, Kaya," he commanded. She quickly took a wider stance, and Markus ran the rope between her legs and up between her ass cheeks to loop through the knots at her forearms. Markus then ran the rope back the opposite way, between her legs and up between her breasts. He made a couple loops around the other center rope, then continued over her shoulder. When he reached her back, Markus pulled firmly on the rope, and Kaya yelped in surprise, for it tightened up everywhere, between her breasts, down between her legs and again in the crack of her ass. Kaya couldn't help squirming at the strange and embarrassing sensations of the ropes pressing into her ass crack and womanhood, and she looked at Markus, shame in her eyes. He ignored her and finished tying off the central rope, then he continued with her breast ropes, running one over her upper arm and over her breast, where it looped around one of the central ropes and returned under her armpit. He looped it through the knots on her back, and then did the same thing on her other breast. Again the feel of the rope being pulled through against the soft skin of her back made her shiver and squirm, his fingers again grazing Kaya's soft breasts and making her gasp at each touch and bite her lip. Each time he had to thread the rope through other ropes, the slightly scratchy cord tickled the flesh of her breasts, while the dangling strands of rope tickled wherever it touched: her belly, the swell of her breasts, or worst, the swollen nub of a nipple. His movements were slow and methodical, his expert fingers deftly binding her soft flesh securely but without discomfort. She found it fascinating to watch and experience, yet deep in her belly was a growing sensation of helplessness and . . . arousal. When he was done, he tightened down the ropes, Kaya gasped, for it pulled the central ropes down and around the lobes of her breasts, squeezing them tightly.

Markus then used another rope, repeating the process under her pendulous breasts and around the central ropes, pulling them tightly into a diamond pattern. Now her breasts were squeezed from all directions, top, sides and bottom, causing the warm tingling sensation to grow in her protruding lobes. Her every sense seemed now focused on her sensitive breasts, and the sensations of the rope and hands were imparting on her flesh. She couldn't bear to look at Markus, fearful that might goad him into doing more than just tie her up. Yet the thought of what that 'more' might be made her flush with desire, and she squirmed about as the pleasure coursed through her body.

"I'm so jealous," said Michiko, looking at Kaya with a hungry stare. "You have the perfect breasts for shibari."

Kaya blushed, shaking her head. She looked down and couldn't believe her eyes. Her breasts had seemingly grown, pushing out by the constricting ropes. Her breasts felt swollen and tender, and her nipples felt like bursting, while the pleasure in her breasts was expanding downward and threatening to merge with a growing warmth between her thighs.

"How does it feel to wear the ropes, Kaya?" said Michiko.

"It seems . . . entirely unnecessary," complained Kaya. "My breasts aren't going anywhere . . ."

Suddenly Markus used his hand to jerk upward on the central ropes that passed between her legs. Kaya yelped and rose up on her toes to escape the burning, embarrassing sensations. "Don't make me punish you for insolence," said Markus.

"I'm s-sorry!' gasped Kaya, her eyes closed and her breathing rapid. She let out a sigh of relief when Markus let go of the ropes, and she settled back down on her heels, but the burning between her legs subsided only a little.

"These ropes are not meant to restrain you, Kaya," explained Markus. "They are to please your masters, for they present your body in an inviting manner. They also serve to remind the female that her body is entirely her master's possession. Of course the ropes work best if the female is amply endowed, like you are."

"Masters?" said Kaya, incredulous. The elf supervisors liked to call themselves that, and she'd always hated the word.

"Am I not your Master?" said Markus. His hand came to the central ropes again. He yanked upward, drawing a soft cry from the girl. "I can make you dance," he said, pulling the rope left and right. Kaya stumbled on her tip toes, trying to keep her balance and escape the intense pressure of the ropes. "I can make you cry," said Markus, still holding the rope tight as he reached up and used his thumb to roll one of her nipples. Kaya cried out despite herself, the pleasure in her nipple being touched made doubly strong by the ropes. Then he began pinching her nipple tightly between his fingers, before moving to her other breast and doing the same, back and forth, until Kaya cried out for mercy.

"Please, stop! Please!" she begged, jerking and squirming about as the pleasure exploded in her breasts and joined up with her deep center.

"And I can make you beg," concluded Markus. "I am truly your Master, am I not?"

"Yes, yes!" cried Kaya. Markus was back to jerking the ropes and squeezing her nipples at the same time, the combination driving her mad.

"Yes, what?" said Markus, calmly.

"Yes, you're my Master!" wailed Kaya. She'd say anything to be given a reprieve.

"Good, I'm glad you understand," said Markus, finally giving her rest. "Now then, where was I?"

"The lower triangles," said Michiko. "Can't forget that."

"Of course," said Markus. Michiko handed him some more rope, and he ran it over her hips and across her trembling belly. When he was done, he cinched up the ropes, drawing the central ropes around her belly button into another tight diamond. With each new diamond, the pressure between her legs was increasing, and Kaya could feel them digging into her womanhood now. She yelped when Markus' hands went to that tight rope just above her womanhood. As she squirmed and trembled, he carefully pulled the two thin ropes apart, and pushed them to either side of her small mound, where they fit snugly up against her, before joining again just before her anus, and pressing her panties deeply between her ass cheeks. Unfortunately, with tight ropes on either side of her mound, she felt a strong pressure in her womanhood. Even more alarming was when she noticed that any significant movement of her body, would transfer pressure through the ropes to her trapped panty-covered mound.

Markus seemed to be done, and he inserted his fingers in several places to make sure the ropes weren't too tight. Despite the crude, obscene bindings, Kaya found the feelings alarmingly pleasurable. She saw the two of them looking at her, and she blushed, wishing she could double over to hide her swollen, tingling breasts from their gaze, but Michiko's strong grip kept her upright, forcing her chest out. Kaya could barely stand still, trying to contain the heat between her thighs, and her breathing felt ragged.

"You do fine work, Markus," said Michiko, still holding Kaya's hair captive as she took in the full view of the trussed up girl. Kaya blushed and looked down at her feet. Something about the way Michiko looked at her was not like the female elves back home. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable, like the bedroom?"

"Yes, take her in there," nodded Markus.

Kaya looked alarmed, "The bedroom?" she squeaked, her voice strained. "The three of us?" She didn't want to go in the bedroom, especially with Michiko still there. She wondered why she hadn't left? She couldn't possibly want to watch . . . whatever was going to happen?

Markus didn't answer, instead he went to the box where he'd found the ropes, and pulled out a long thin rod-like implement. He turned to Kaya, holding up the rod. She could see what looked like a leather tongue on the end, and the rod flexed whenever he moved it about. "This is what I'll use whenever you disobey a command from me or Michiko." Then he whipped his arm, and the leather tongue struck Kaya squarely on the ass. She yelped and jumped, the sting in her ass excruciating for a moment, before dropping to a dull pain. Then he whipped his arm again, and the tongue struck her breast. Kaya screamed, in shock more than pain, for her breasts felt impossibly sensitive. The sharp pain was gone quickly, but the dull pain remained, and all her jumping about had caused renewed awareness of all the ropes, putting pressure in embarrassing places.

"Will you disobey us again?" said Markus, holding up the rod.

"No, I'm sorry!" gasped Kaya. Michiko gave her hair a tug, and Kaya quickly followed the taller woman into the bedroom.

"I just love holding her by the hair, it's like a leash," said Michiko, giggling and tugging Kaya's hair. Kaya lowered her head in shame, she felt like a plaything, and her body's growing arousal just made that realization all the more humiliating.

"Please," she said, not able to look them in the eye. "What do you want from me?"

"For starters, you can kneel on the bed," commanded Markus, standing there looking down at the bound girl. "And address me as Master," he added.

"And call me Mistress," said Michiko.

Kaya looked up, her cheeks red with shame. "Yes, Master. Mistress," she added, looking at Michiko. Then she carefully lifted one knee onto the bed, nearly losing her balance as she hoisted her other knee up on the soft mattress. She moved to the center of the bed and turned around.

"Spread your legs wide," said Markus, staring impassively at the kneeling girl.

"Yes, Master," murmured Kaya, widening her thighs. She hated calling him that, but she'd hated being whipped even more. Kaya noticed that widespread position eased the pressure of the ropes on her panty-covered mound, but she still felt flush with embarrassment at having to adopt such a stance. She looked at Michiko, who was staring at her with an odd expression. She looked at Markus, and saw the a more recognizable expression. Lust. She was about to be devoured. She looked at Michiko in confusion, then back at Markus.