MY LIVING CHRISTMAS TREE

No kissing under MY mistletoe — only CHRISTMAS femdom.

When putting the “x” on Christ doesn’t go far enough, you need Christmas femdom phone sex with me. Personally, I keep my Christmas tree up all year round. Then I get to say one of my pet quips, “Every day is Christmas at MY house!” And, of course, because the grueling slog of assembling, disassembling, putting back into, and getting it out of storage is SUCH a fucking chore. Who has the time? Certainly not me.

However, since last year, my tree (a 9-foot-tall synthetic tree whose branches are the traditional green) has developed a tilt. Yes, something got bent on the metal stand at the bottom, and it had a lean that would give The Leaning Tower of Pisa a run for its (soon-to-be-ruined) money. And, much to my chagrin, the string lights had ALL died. It needed some TLC. So, 3 boxes of new incandescent LED lights, half a roll of gold duct tape, and some twine later, it looks perfect, majestic once again. Phew.

But what if I’d solved my tree dilemma with true, unadulterated Christmas femdom spirit?

What better way to satisfy my human furniture fetish further than using YOU as my “living Christmas tree”? That’s right: you thought Jesus had it rough being crucified, but this is going to be MUCH longer endurance-based “performance art.” Just how long CAN you stand with your “branches” extended? We’re about to find out as soon as you call me for Christmas femdom phone sex.

One of my pet blasphemy phone sex callers has been clamoring to be my living Christmas tree for months. I’ll refer to him as “GDF” here (short for God Damned FOOL, one of my many “nicknames” for him). Yes, even before Thanksgiving, he whimpered and begged me to hang ornaments from him. GDF is a real pain slut, and has pierced his nipples for me many times. Few tears mean nothing, and without shedding blood — what’s the point? GDF knows this, and his Christmas femdom spirit demonstrates he knows the true “reason for the season.”

Decorating you as my living Christmas tree is your present.

That’s right, the gifts of physical torture I give you far surpass any “presents” from “Santa.” Imagine the first hour, as you hold your position and I begin to sink the hooks of each ornament into your eager, submissive flesh. Just how many heavy, glittering baubles CAN I hang from your cock and balls before your eyes water with sweet, sweet agony? And imagine how hungry you’ll be after standing there day and night. The popcorn on those garlands will begin to look beyond appetizing. But you KNOW my Christmas femdom rules FORBID you from moving (let alone EATING) your adornments in any way. If you abide by them and please me, perhaps I’ll hang a POPPERS garland under your nose, hmmm?

And maybe your living Christmas tree “punishment” is the result of too much gooning phone sex, anyway. Aren’t you grateful I made it so that you HAD to take your hands off your rubbed-raw dick for a couple of weeks? You should be.

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