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Two presents beneath the tree

Gail heard the car draw to a stop. She let out a sigh, having been holding her breath in case anyone heard her from outside. That would have been so embarrassing!

She heard the door slam, and then crunches of footsteps on gravel. The lock of the boot clicked, and she flinched as the blinding light from the motion sensor flooded over her naked body. Squinting, she hissed, "I can't believe you put me in the boot!"

The lion whose outline she could just make out chuckled. "Well, next time I'll load you up in the back seat, for everyone to see."

Gail shook her head and let out a bleat. "Okay, okay, I suppose that's better- wait, next time?"

"Well, we'll see." He reached for the handle that her bindings led to. "For now, let's get you inside."

"Quickly, please, it's cold out here!"

Robert had to use both hands to lift her, due to the angle he was standing at. The wide ropes he'd tied her up with shifted, pulling her legs and elbows back up together, the intricate knots holding the goat immobile but comfortable, able to be moved but not move herself. The hogtie with her braid pulling her hear back left her unable to look down, and she whimpered a little as the lion carried her over the lip of the boot, the cold radiating from the metal making her defenceless nipples harden.

Then she was being carried, facing backwards, to the front door. Hedges and a fence made it difficult for a passer-by or neighbour to see her front door - but still, she shivered and blushed in arousal at the thought of being spied on. She bumped against the lions' leg as he fiddled with keys before he finally push the door open. She decided to say nothing about the spattering of mud and gravel that fell off his shoes.

"Hmph."

The lion flicked on the light in the front room, where the Christmas tree was set up. "Your husband isn't back until later?"

"No," replied Gail. "He's out until pretty late, on a date with his hypnotist friend."

"Right," said Robert, amusement in his voice. "So nice that the two of you can play with others without getting jealous. Well, let's get you set up."

He carried her, feet - or rather knees - first, and tucked her under the tree, so that she could see the door. As she setting into the carpet, her stiff nipples were pushed back, and she whimpered, thinking about how helplessly aroused she must look. She did notice him glance behind her, to the corner of the room a couple of times. "Now, before I put this in place," he said, kneeling in front of her and bringing a ball gag out from a pocket, "Would you like the lights left on or off?"

Gail thought on that. "On," she decided. "I'd rather not leave it until morning to be found."

"Okay. Open up, then."

The goat opened her mouth, as far as she could. Gently, he pushed the red ball into her mouth, compressing it slightly to get it over her teeth. He hooked the straps to her horns, conveniently placed to hold it in place. There was no way she would speak until someone allowed her.

"Well, isn't that an inviting sight," said the lion, standing up. He raised an eyebrow, and Gail's pulse quickened. Was he thinking about using her before leaving? "Well, maybe you should be facing the other way, so your most important parts can be seen."

With one hand, he lifted her up and spun her around - so she could see her husband, naked and aroused, standing in the corner. "Mmph?!" she bleated, eyes going wide.

Then she saw the sign, and the dog's blank, unfocused expression.

'Your present - my mind'

She huffed heavily. "Looks like he had pretty much the same idea for a present as you," said her other partner. "I'm sure he's ready to obey your every word right now. If you could speak, of course."

"Mph! Mmph!"

"Well, I have to get back home to my girlfriend. I should probably pop back in the morning, though. Maybe we can start a tradition of the next person to arrive gets what's left under the tree."

"Mmmmmph!"

Gail heard the car darw to a stop. She let out a sigh, having been holding her breath in case anyone heard her from outside. That would have been so embarrassing!

She heard the door slam, and then crunches of footsteps on gravel. The lock of the boot clicked, and she flinched as the blinding light from the motion sensor flooded over her naked body. Squinting, she hissed, "I can't believe you put me in the boot!"

The lion whose outline she could just make out chuckled. "Well, next time I'll load you up in the back seat, for everyone to see."

Gail shook her head and let out a bleat. "Okay, okay, I suppose that's better- wait, next time?"

"Well, we'll see." He reached for the handle that her bindings led to. "For now, let's get you inside."

"Quickly, please, it's cold out here!"

Robert had to use both hands to lift her, due to the angle he was standing at. The wide ropes he'd tied her up with shifted, pulling her legs and elbows back up together, the intricate knots holding the goat immobile but comfortable, able to be moved but not move herself. The hogtie with her braid pulling her hear back left her unable to look down, and she whimpered a little as the lion carried her over the lip of the boot, the cold radiating from the metal making her defenceless nipples harden.

Then she was being carried, facing backwards, to the front door. Hedges and a fence made it difficult for a passer-by or neighbour to see her front door - but still, she shivered and blushed in arousal at the thought of being spied on. She bumped against the lions' leg as he fiddled with keys before he finally push the door open. She decided to say nothing about the spattering of mud and gravel that fell off his shoes.

"Hmph."

The lion flicked on the light in the front room, where the Christmas tree was set up. "Your husband isn't back until later?"

"No," replied Gail. "He's out until pretty late, on a date with his hypnotist friend."

"Right," said Robert, amusement in his voice. "So nice that the two of you can play with others without getting jealous. Well, let's get you set up."

He carried her, feet - or rather knees - first, and tucked her under the tree, so that she could see the door. As she setting into the carpet, her stiff nipples were pushed back, and she whimpered, thinking about how helplessly aroused she must look. She did notice him glance behind her, to the corner of the room a couple of times. "Now, before I put this in place," he said, kneeling in front of her and bringing a ball gag out from a pocket, "Would you like the lights left on or off?"

Gail thought on that. "On," she decided. "I'd rather not leave it until morning to be found."

"Okay. Open up, then."

The goat opened her mouth, as far as she could. Gently, he pushed the red ball into her mouth, compressing it slightly to get it over her teeth. He hooked the straps to her horns, conveniently placed to hold it in place. There was no way she would speak until someone allowed her.

"Well, isn't that an inviting sight," said the lion, standing up. He raised an eyebrow, and Gail's pulse quickened. Was he thinking about using her before leaving? "Well, maybe you should be facing the other way, so your most important parts can be seen."

With one hand, he lifted her up and spun her around - so she could see her husband, naked and aroused, standing in the corner. "Mmph?!" she bleated, eyes going wide.

Then she saw the sign, and the dog's blank, unfocused expression.

'Your present - my mind'

She huffed heavily. "Looks like he had pretty much the same idea for a present as you," said her other partner. "I'm sure he's ready to obey your every word right now. If you could speak, of course."

"Mph! Mmph!"

"Well, I have to get back home to my girlfriend. I should probably pop back in the morning, though. Maybe we can start a tradition of the next person to arrive gets what's left under the tree."

"Mmmmmph!"