“What’s this?” Megan asked as she unearthed the small, gift-wrapped box from inside the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
“It’s nothing,” her girlfriend Samantha said, trying to deflect, but Megan wasn’t convinced. She turned the box over in her hands, feeling the soft crinkle of the cream-colored wrapping paper beneath her fingers. It was tied with a delicate ribbon, a shade of lavender that reminded her of the wildflowers they’d picked during their last hike together. A swirl of curiosity and anticipation brewed within her, making her heart race just a little faster. 
Megan glanced up at Samantha, who stood biting her lip, a familiar nervous gesture that always gave away her emotions. The playfulness in her eyes had dimmed, replaced by an enigmatic cloud that hung between them like a secret waiting to be unveiled. “Come on, Sam,” she pressed with a smile, “you can’t just hide something like this from me. Is this my Christmas present?” 
“What if it is?” Samantha crossed her arms. “We’re still three weeks away from Christmas, so pretend you didn’t see a thing and put it back, okay?” 
“I can’t do that. If you didn’t want me to find it, you should have picked a better hiding spot. Now, you need to get me something else. Those are the rules.” Megan pulled at the ribbon. 
“Since when?” 
“Since I said so,” Megan chuckled. 
“You’re ruining the surprise!” Samantha blurted out. 
“Sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you sometime.” 
With a soft sigh, Megan allowed the ribbon to slip between her fingers as she untied it, a gentle tug that released its hold on the paper, unveiling a flurry of golden sparkles beneath. The wrapping peeled back like pthe etals of a blooming flower, revealing the polished mahogany surface of the box itself. Intrigued, she lifted the lid, hoping to stretch out the moment, to savor this unique ritual of unwrapping that held both mystery and promise. 
Inside lay a cushion of velvety black fabric cradling a glimmering sapphire pendant. Its deep blue hue seemed to pulse with life as if it had captured the essence of twilight in its depths. Megan gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. It was more beautiful than she had imagined - more beautiful than anything she had seen before. 
“Oh, my God! It’s gorgeous!” She exclaimed. 
The pendant was elegantly crafted, surrounded by delicate filigree silverwork that swirled around it like wispy clouds against an evening sky. As she picked it up, the light caught its surface, sending tiny flecks of azure dancing across her skin. It was cool to the touch, and she couldn’t believe it was real. This was not just a piece of jewelry; it was a treasure that somehow encapsulated all the moments they had shared - the laughter, the late-night talks, the quiet stolen glances. 
Megan held it closer, her heart swelling with emotion as she turned it in her fingers, marveling at how the sapphire seemed to hold an entire universe within itself. “You shouldn’t have,” she whispered, looking up at Samantha with wide, gleaming eyes that sparkled just as much as the gem in her palm. 
“I wanted to,” Samantha replied, stepping closer. “I know how much you’ve wanted something like this for a while now.” 
“It looks expensive. How much did it cost?” 
“That’s not important right now. Put it on. I want to see how it looks on you.” 
Megan’s fingers trembled with excitement as she cradled the sapphire pendant like a precious secret. She had worn jewelry before, of course, but this was different; a bridge to something deeper, a connection that spanned beyond mere adornment. Samantha’s gaze was intense, brimming with affection and anticipation as if the real gift was watching Megan embrace this moment. 
With a racing heart, Megan nodded and turned to face the wall-length mirror that adorned their bathroom. The crisp, white tiles gleamed under the soft glow of the overhead lights, casting an ethereal ambience around them. As she positioned herself in front of the mirror, she felt Samantha’s warmth so close behind her, their bodies barely touching, yet each heartbeat seemed to echo in tandem. 
“What do you think?” she asked as she held the pendant up against her collarbone. She could see Samantha behind her, eyes bright with admiration, holding her breath as if afraid to disturb this fragile moment. 
“You look amazing,” Samantha purred. “It’s like it was made just for you.” 
Megan smiled, lowering the pendant to its resting place. As she clasped it around her neck, Samantha’s fingers grazed her back, tracing delicate paths along her skin and sending ripples of warmth through her body. The touch was featherlight yet electrifying, igniting a spark that danced between them, vibrant and uncontainable. 
“Let me help you with that,” Samantha murmured, stepping closer still. She brushed her fingers along Megan’s bare shoulder, the soft caress igniting a fluttering sensation deep within her. Their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror, and Samantha’s gaze was like a storm - intense, searching, and filled with an unspoken promise. 
As Samantha fastened the pendant, her lips brushed against Megan’s ear. “You have no idea how stunning you look right now,” she whispered, each word laced with honeyed temptation. The warmth of her breath sent shivers cascading down Megan’s spine. It wasn’t just the beauty of the jewelry; it was the way Samantha turned every ordinary moment into something extraordinary. 
Samantha stepped closer still until their bodies flushed against one another. The heat radiating off Samantha enveloped Megan like a soft blanket, and she could feel the rise and fall of Samantha’s breath against her neck. 
“How about you make it up to me right now?” Samantha asked. 
“What do you have in mind?” 
“I think you know.” Samantha’s voice was low and husky with desire. Megan could see her grinning in the mirror’s reflection. 
Megan could only nod in response, her heart pounding against her chest. Slowly, she turned around to face her lover, the playfulness in Samantha’s eyes replaced by something more intense and primal. The sapphire pendant lay heavy against her skin, as if it were a talisman imbued with the power to unleash the passion between them. 
Samantha’s hands found their way to the zipper of Megan’s dress, teasing it downward, revealing inch after inch of tantalizing creamy skin. Megan gasped as cool air brushed against her heated flesh. Samantha’s lips trailed a blazing path along her collarbone, kissing and nibbling it until her skin turned red with unbridled passion.
“You’ve been a bad girl finding your present ahead of time,” Samantha purred. “I should punish you for that.”
“Please do!” Megan moaned, wet tongue licking her upper lip. “Do whatever you think it’s right.”
Samantha’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped back, her hands resting on her hips. “Oh, I intend to,” she teased, the promise of playful consequences lingering in the air like a sweet perfume. In that moment, Megan was overcome by both exhilaration and vulnerability, the delicious anticipation of surrendering to whatever Samantha had in store.
Samantha guided Megan toward the edge of their plush bath rug, which was soft against her bare feet. “Bend over,” she instructed. Megan complied, heart racing as she leaned forward, resting her palms flat against the cool tile wall.
“Just like that,” Samantha cooed, moving closer until Megan felt the heat radiating from her body once more. The space between them seemed charged, crackling with energy as Samantha’s fingers danced up Megan’s spine. “You’re going to learn the consequences of taking a peek at your surprise.”
With a gentle flick of her wrist, Samantha smacked Megan’s bottom, the sound echoing in the ornate bathroom. It was a light spank, but it ignited a fire within Megan, making her gasp and arch her back. Samantha’s laughter rang like music in the air, bright and teasing, as she marveled at the way Megan responded. “One,” she counted. Megan bit her lip and begged for more.
“Two,” Samantha continued, punctuating her words with another soft smack. The delightful sting was accompanied by a sense of thrilling vulnerability that left her breathless.
“And three for being so irresistible,” Samantha added with a chuckle, leaning down to plant a teasing kiss right where the warmth lingered from her hand.
“That wasn’t so bad…” Megan muttered. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Do you like playing with fire, girl?” Samantha rubbed a finger between the crack of her ass. 
“I like playing with you…” Megan replied. “Win some, lose some… I’m ready to lose if you are.”
“Always, my dear.”
Samantha grasped a handful of Megan’s hair and guided her head back to face the mirror once more. “Look at yourself,” she commanded, her voice a mixture of authority and tender desire.
Megan’s breath caught in her throat as she met her own gaze in the glass, the reflection revealing not only her flushed cheeks but also the wild excitement dancing in her eyes. The way Samantha held her, both powerful and protective, made her feel like a queen, standing on the precipice of something intimate.
“You are beautiful but you’re also vulnerable,” Samantha murmured, her fingers trailing down Megan’s spine before wrapping around her waist. “There’s something about your present that I haven’t told you about yet. Are you ready to know what it is?”
“Hmm, hmm…”
“Watch this then.”
Samantha reached into the depths of her pocket, producing another pendant that had been hidden beneath layers of fabric. The pendant gleamed with an ethereal light, its surface etched with swirling patterns that seemed to tell stories of ancient times. At the center sat a deep azure stone, glimmering like an enchanted ocean reflecting the moonlight.
Megan’s eyes widened in wonder as Samantha held it up between them, its beauty distracting her from the thrill still coursing through her veins. “It’s just like mine,” she said.
“Not quite. They’re part of a set, though. I couldn’t get one without the other.”
“Oh… Intriguing! Tell me more.”
“It’s best if you see it for yourself, my dear. Press your finger against the stone.”
“What’s going to happen if I do?”
“Trust me,” Samantha fondled her breasts and pinched her rosy nipples. 
Megan hesitated for only a moment before she reached out, pressing her right thumb against the jewel. She felt something oily along the surface that penetrated her skin with ease.
“What was that?” she asked.
“The time of your life, Meg.”
Megan started to become dizzy, and a tidal wave of sensations washed over her. Colors danced at the edges of her vision, saturated blues and brilliant violets swirling in a kaleidoscope around them, as if the bathroom itself were dissolving into a dreamscape.
Megan tried to focus, but the beauty surrounding her began to blur; shapes flowed like liquid silk, twisting and turning in rhythm with her heartbeat. The coolness of the tiles beneath her palms felt as though they were shifting beneath her touch, morphing into an earthier texture like the moss-covered stones of an ancient forest glade. Each breath she took was scented with wildflowers and rain, invoking memories that felt both familiar and foreign.
“This is weird…” she muttered. “Did you… did you drug me?”
“Yes, sweetie, I did. My necklace was coated with a powerful hypnotic and hallucinogenic compound that’s now running loose inside your system. It will make you mine for the evening.”
“But I’m already yours…”
“I know, but this is how you surrender. By now, you’re becoming quite suggestible and eager to please me. My words are echoing deep inside your mind, awakening the little slut that lies within you. Did you know our necklaces have names? Mine is called ‘Master’ and yours is called ‘slave’. As long as you wear it, you will obey me. You need to obey, Megan. You can’t resist the sound of my voice. Follow me.”
Megan’s thoughts melted like wax from a burning candle, her aching lips burning from the inside out. The world continued to swirl and dissolve, but through the haze, she could still see the gleam in Samantha’s eyes - possessive yet tender.
With a gentle tug, Samantha guided her back into the bedroom, her hand intertwining with Megan’s as they glided towards the bed. The walls seemed to breathe alongside them, shadows shifting as if alive with whispered secrets. Megan was light-headed yet exhilarated, weightless against the gravity of desire that hung thick in the air.
Samantha turned, her gaze locking onto Megan’s as she took a step back, pulling her closer. “You’re going to love this,” she said, her voice a sultry caress that settled deep within Megan’s chest.
Before Megan could say anything in reply, Samantha’s hands found their way to her shoulders, pushing her down onto the plush bed that seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The sheets' fabric felt like cool silk against her skin, contrasting with the warmth radiating from Samantha’s body above her. Megan lay flat with her breasts pressed against the mattress and a breathless gasp escaped her lips.
“Look at you,” Samantha whispered, her voice low and sultry, “so lovely and powerless.” She lowered herself onto Megan’s hips. “You’re lost in this moment, aren’t you? Caught between reality and dreams.”
Megan bit her lower lip, unable to form words as Samantha straddled her ass. The room seemed to spin around them, but the sensations within her were crystal clear. Samantha’s crotch ground against Megan’s ass cheeks, stimulating her in ways she never thought possible. Her pussy throbbed in response, yearning for more contact with Samantha’s soaking-wet mound.
The drugged woman could only nod, her brain clouded with lust and desire. Samantha’s hands caressed Megan’s backside, gripping her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them with abandon.
“Samantha…” she moaned.
“Shh,” Samantha soothed, “just relax and let me do all the work, my pretty little pony.” She giggled before kissing Megan’s neck and collarbone. “You’re mine now… my sexy horse to ride.”
Megan moaned in submission as Samantha continued to grind against her, the sensation of being beneath her girlfriend awakening a whole new world of desire within her. The urge to please and be used by Samantha grew with every passing second.
“Yes, that’s it,” Samantha purred, her fingers gripping Megan’s hair and losing herself in the sensation of total control. “This is my gift to you. Give in to me and obey.”
Samantha’s hips rocked against Megan’s ass, her wetness soaking through their clothes. The erotic friction sent sharp pangs of pleasure shooting through Megan’s body, causing her to arch her back and moan into the pillow.
“That’s my good girl… just let it all go… Hmm, I can see how much you want it.” Samantha breathed in her ear, her voice dripping with lust and authority. “You’re my needy slut, aren’t you? Merry Fucking Christmas!”
Megan whined in agreement, her arousal pooling between her thighs as Samantha continued to grind relentlessly against her. Her mind spiraled further into the depths of submission, lost in the haze of drugs, the heavy weight of the necklace around her neck, and the commanding presence of the woman above her. She couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t want to be Samantha’s willing slave, to submit and be used for her pleasure. As Samantha increased the pressure of her hips, Megan arched her back, pushing her ass upwards, offering herself up to Samantha’s insatiable hunger.
Samantha slid a hand between Megan’s thighs, found her aching clit, and her girlfriend’s enslavement was complete. If this was her punishment for finding her present early, then she needed to do that more often. Merry Fucking Christmas indeed!

THE END