Lyla dropped onto the couch in their living room and kicked off her heels.  The Christmas party for her and Richard’s work had been in a venue that was all standing tables and buffets and people wandering around with trays, nary a chair in sight. If she had known that, she would have worn flats, dress code be damned.  She’d already been flaunting it with the headband with a Christmas present bow on it, but at least the red and black matched her dress and jacket.

 

Richard entered the room and chuckled as he headed to the kitchen to put away the leftovers the company had encouraged the employees to take home. “You okay?” he asked.

 

“No, I want to file a complaint with HR on Monday about requiring women to wear heels at that event."

 

“Ouch. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea to me.”  He came back into the living room and stood behind her on the couch. “Could you have worn different heels?” he asked.

 

She glanced up at him. “My only other heels are being repaired due to being damaged last month,” she reminded him.  She didn’t have to wear heels at her position and she refused to. So she only owned heels for going out or when needed, and the more comfortable pair were being fixed. Three inch heels, even if not stilettos (and even if they made her legs look fabulous), were still too high to wear for that long.

 

“Mm. Good point.”  Richard smiled down at her. “Still, it wasn’t all bad?”

 

“At least the food was good,” she agreed. “Did you unwrap the gift from senior staff yet?”

 

“Eh, it’s still in the car since I was told it wasn’t perishable. We can put it under the tree later." He smiled at her. "I’d rather unwrap a different present first.”

 

“It’s not Christmas Eve yet,” she protested. The two of them opened the presents from his family on Christmas Eve since that was their tradition. They’d open the ones from each other and from her family on Christmas Day.

 

“So? I can unwrap this one early,” he said, reaching down to slide the headband off her head. “Taking the bow off is the first step,” he said, his voice changing, going deeper.

 

Lyla blinked, the voice he was using well known to her, and her thoughts scrambled to figure out what he was doing even as they were also wanting to slow down. “Oh?” She finally asked, staring at where he had the headband held just above her head.

 

“Mm-hm,” he said. “To unwrap a present you have to take the bow off first. That will expose all the wrapping paper and ribbon and tape of the gift.”  He set the bow down on the couch. “Now I can remove the ribbon, another layer between me and my gift,” he said, his voice still in that tone she knew, that her mind knew all too well. She was blinking, trying to not lose track of what was happening.

 

“What... what gift?” She asked.

 

“Mm, I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” he said as he started to take her hair out of the bun she had it in. Pins and elastics were slowly removed until her hair was down, his fingers gently combing through it, making her scalp tingle and her shoulders loosen. He gently moved her hair over one shoulder. “Such a pretty ribbon on my present, need to set it aside so it isn’t damaged. I may want to use it again,” he said, his fingers trailing over the skin on the back of her neck and over the shoulders of the black jacket she wore over her sleeveless red dress. “Such pretty wrapping on my present too,” he said, fingers drawing little spirals on her shoulders. “I think I may need to move my present to get to the first layer of wrapping.” 

 

She felt cold as his hands left her shoulders. He stepped around to the front of the couch and took her hands, pulling her into a standing position. She considered protesting, since she was back on her feet and they still hurt, but the sluggishness in her mind was too strong, and his fingers were inside her jacket, drawing spirals on the skin exposed by the sleeveless dress. “I think this pretty black layer of wrapping needs to go, so I can get to my present.” 

 

He pushed the jacket off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the ground. “That’s it,” Richard said with a smile. “One more layer gone, my present more exposed. Such a gift you are giving me, my love.  Do you know what you are giving me?”

 

Lyla blinked, eyes that had been staring into the distance trying to refocus on her husband. “Uh,” she said, thoughts slow in coming.

 

“That’s right, you don’t need to know what you are giving me, at least not consciously. The gift knows what it is and it will tell you when it is time.”

 

That made no sense, but Lyla didn’t have the ability to really respond before Richard’s fingers were stroking up and down her bare arms, goosebumps rising as her thoughts descended. “Very good,” he said. “Still, another layer to removed,” he added, fingers stroking around to the hook at the top of the zipper at the back of the dress. “Just a bit of tape to carefully pull off now.”  He stepped closer and slid the zipper down, and she could almost feel something coming unstuck in her mind. She kept staring ahead, not really registering what she was looking at, as Richard unzipped the dress. “And now we can undo this layer of wrapping,” he said. “More of my present exposed, laid open for my enjoyment.”  He slid the dress off her shoulders and arms, and it dropped to the floor.

 

Once again, he let his fingers trail across her skin, skirting the black lace of her bra and panties, the tops of her black thigh high stockings.  “Such pretty wrapping paper, this final layer. You know what my present is now, yes?”

 

“Yes,” she said, without thought.

 

“Can you tell me?”

 

“No,” she replied, still without thought. Her thoughts were tied up in his voice, in the wrapping paper that hadn’t been removed yet.

 

“Of course not. You don’t want to spoil my present, not a good girl like you,” he said, and she flushed at the praise.

 

“Good girls don’t what?” he asked.

 

“Good girls don’t think.”

 

“Good girls do what?”

 

“Good girls obey.”

 

“Are you a good girl?” He asked.

 

“I do not think. I do obey. I am a good girl,” she replied without hesitation.

 

“Yes, you are a good girl,” he said, sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders. “One last bit of tape holding things up, one last bit of wrapping to uncover my present. You want me to have my present, don’t you?”

 

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a sigh.

 

“Mm.”  He reached up to undo the front closure of her bra, pushing it off her arms to the floor before his fingers came back to draw spirals around her nipples. He smiled as they hardened. “Yes, you’re just as eager to give me the present as I am to get it, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Hmm.”  His fingers kept trailing over his skin, stopping to draw spirals, her mind focused on the feeling, on sinking into the spirals, to his touch. Just one last layer to unwrap and she would give him his present.  She wanted to give him his present. This was the best thing she could give him.

 

His fingers hooked into her panties. “Are you ready for me to completely unwrap my present?”

 

“Yes,” she sighed.

 

He smiled. “I’m glad, because I’ve been very eager to see what my present is.”  He gently, slowly, pushed her panties down until they slid down her legs and rested at her ankles.

 

“Oh, we’ve made a mess of the wrapping. Here, step out of it so we can see the present together.”  He gently put his hand on her shoulders and pulled her toward him. She stepped out of the layers of tape and wrapping at her feet until she was clear of all of it, standing straight and staring ahead at nothing.

 

“What is my present, my dear?”

 

“My mind, completely unwrapped and gifted to you,” she said. “My body, completely unwrapped and gifted to you.”

 

He stroked over her nipples. “Yes, all the interference of the wrapping removed, your mind totally open to me, your willing gift to me. Such a thoughtful gift. Or should that be thought-less?” He asked with a chuckle. She didn’t respond. Her mind was his, her thoughts were gone.  She couldn't respond unless he willed it.

 

“Ah, but I’m such a bad gift recipient, keeping you on your feet when you hurt.”  He slid his hands to her shoulders and pressed down on them. She sank to her knees, the twinge of pain in her feet gone as she did so. “Much better,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Such pretty ribbon on my present.”  He kept stroking for a time period that she didn’t register. Presents didn’t need to know how much time was passing.

 

“I think I want to play with my present a bit. After all, it is Christmas.”  He gently tugged at a lock of hair and she felt something move through her. “Good girls don’t what?”

 

“Good girls don’t think.”

 

“Are you thinking?”

 

“No.”

 

“Good girl.”  He tugged the lock again, and she made a noise in her throat. “Good girls do what?”

 

“Good girls obey.”

 

“Yes, they do.”  He gave another stroke to her hair before his hands disappeared and she heard noises. Her eyes saw some sort of movement but didn’t register anything. She hadn’t been told to.

 

“Good girls obey,” he murmured as his hand slid into her hair again. “Good girls open their mouths.”

 

She opened her mouth and she felt something thick, warm, and wet slide in.  “My present is my good girl, her mind and body unwrapped, and devoted to bringing me pleasure,” he instructed.

 

She knew what she had to do, and began sucking on his cock, licking it, moving up and down the shaft, letting his hand in her hair guide her. She knew she was aroused, but that was a secondary feeling to presents and good girls. Her mind and body were unwrapped and his to command, his pleasure her only thought.

 

She acted on his commands, his movements, until he heard him gasp, felt him come in her mouth, and she swallowed, still licking and sucking until he ordered her to stop. He slid out of her mouth and she continued to kneel, mouth open, waiting.

 

Two fingers slid into her mouth.  “Good girls suck fingers,” he said, and she closed her mouth over them, gasping as she felt fingers sliding into her pussy, thrusting in counterpoint to the ones in her mouth.

 

“God, you are so perfect, mind and body unwrapped, all mine, willingly given,” he murmured. “So obedient, so beautiful. Your mind under my control. Your body under my control. You couldn’t stop unless you used your safe word, but I haven’t heard it.”

 

She continued to suck, aroused, obedient.

 

“You enjoy this as much as I do, peeling away the wrappings of clothing and free will and giving everything to me, my beautiful hypnotized wife.  My beautifully submissive hypnotized wife,” he continued.  His thumb started playing with her clit, and she gasped around his fingers again. “So open, so deep, so hypnotized, so obedient. Such a wonderful present you’ve given me my love.  I should return the favor.”  He leaned in, pressing his fingers harder into her pussy and mouth. “Good girl Lyla comes at Richard’s command.”

 

Pleasure overtook her and she moaned and whimpered around the fingers in her mouth as she came, riding the fingers in her pussy and thrusting against the thumb at her clit to prolong with experience. As she wound down, she felt his fingers withdraw.

 

“So beautiful, so obedient, so perfect,” he said. “My present can rest now, knowing she was a good girl. Just rest and drift and don’t think of anything until I tell you to.”

 

Lyla blinked her eyes open, lying on the couch, naked, head in Richard’s lap. “Hey,” he said, grinning down at her as he stroked her hair. “How do you feel?”

 

She quickly took stock of her body. “My feet still hurt but the orgasm aftermath is making me not care.” She said as she stretched. “Did we plan that?”

 

“We agreed to play after the party as a reward to ourselves for surviving it, but we didn’t have anything specifically planned. But once I saw the bow you had in your hair, I wanted to see if I could use it as a start to an induction.” He smiled. “I had no idea you’d run with the unwrapping metaphor as much as you did when I asked what my present was.”

 

Lyla hummed. “I have no idea where that came from but it fit, you taking off my clothes was unwrapping the body, and dropping me into trance was unwrapping my mind for you to play with.”

 

“Would you want to discuss keeping that as a scene or a trigger? It might be fun for birthdays and other Christmas scenes.”

 

“I would want to discuss but not tonight.”

 

“Obviously not tonight. You’re under the effect of a post hypnotic suggestion after all.”

 

Lyla blinked. “I am?”

 

Richard grinned, tweaking a nipple. “Mm, you are. After all, Christmas presents are meant to be played with, aren’t they?”

 

“I…” Lyla blinked, her body going from relaxed to unbelievably aroused at the phrase. “Yes, we are meant to be played with,” she found herself saying as she writhed on the couch, wanting to play with herself but her hands wouldn’t move.

 

She found herself sinking back into trance as her husband murmured, “Unwrapped toys are eager to be played with, used, and bring pleasure to their user, aren’t they?”

 

“Yes,” she whimpered.

 

His hand moved to stroke her clit. “Such a pretty toy, letting me push all its buttons until I find the right sequence.”  He leaned down as he slid a finger into her mouth. “So many options,” he said.

 

She didn’t respond, her unwrapped mind sunk deeply back into trance, her body an unwrapped present for him to play with. 

 

A good girl for his Christmas pleasure.