Human Christmas Tree and The New Millennium

My wife and I love Christmas, but each Christmas has been different since we got into male chastity and female domination. Now my wife uses my stored-up sexual energy to do all types of interesting and bizarre things. This year, we were wrapping presents, and she got that evil smirk on her face and began to giggle. I thought to myself, "what am I in for now?"

"Honey," she said, "I'm tired of the old artificial tree we use every year. I want a live one." I thought she meant a real one that was recently cut from the forest. Wrong again. She giggled some more and stated that this year I would be the Christmas tree. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I knew that it wasn't going to be comfortable or fun, at least not for me. Of course, my fun and comfort are of absolutely no concern to her, whatsoever.

She sweetly stated that I would strip off all clothes, except for the chastity belt, which has been locked on since Labor Day, and prepare to become a human tree. Since she is rich and I have nothing else to do but her bidding, and since my lack of orgasm since Labor Day was dictating whatever she asked, I was pretty much without choice in the matter. I would become her human Christmas tree.

You might wander how this would work. Well, here's the story. For the two weeks prior to this year's Christmas, I am to awake at 6:00 A.M., prepare breakfast for her and serve it in bed, and then await further instructions. When she is finished breakfast, she summons me to retrieve the dishes, wash and clean them, and then use the restroom - very important. After that, I am to stand at attention in the center of the main foyer, where last year's tree was located. She put me in green and red leotards, and She put my feet in a pair of locking red 4 inch heels, with pretty Christmas straps (my whole body is cleanly shaven as a matter of regular routine, and my toe and fingernails are painted bright red for Christmas). Then, she put on me a short, sexy mini-tree skirt.

My breasts were pierced, so red ball ornaments were placed through each nipple. Additionally, each ear was pierced, so a red ball ornament was placed in each earring hole. My nipples were protruding through a hole for each in the silk red top of the ensemble. It had red and green fur around it, and I was tied from head to toe with beautiful tinsel garlin. Bows were placed all over my body, and a giant bow was placed in my femininely prepared hair. Of course, I had bright christmas-type make-up on and the bright red ball gag ornament in my mouth. And don't forget the jingle bells, which were sewed all over my outfit. This was a sort of security system to keep me still and in position. Don't forget the lights either, which were very, very hot against my skin - she used outdoor lights, which were sheer torture.

My wife made me be this human Christmas tree 12 hours a day, without a break, for the 14 days prior to Christmas. Sometimes she would invite a few friends over, and sometimes she would have big parties. Other times she would just spend the evening cuddled - up to the fireplace, reading a book, admiring the beautiful tree she made of me.

My job was to stand at attention, smile pretty, and allow anyone to do whatever he/she wished regarding my body.

Day in and out, the task became very tiring, but I knew that I must obey. I concentrated heavily and got through the ordeal. On Christmas day, I was released from the chastity belt and brought close to orgasm several times while tied spread-eagled to her bed.

She tickled and teased me for three hours, almost driving completely insane. Then she brought me very close to orgasm one last time before deciding for me to wait until the new millennium. She used ice to reduce the hardening, and then placed my little man into his prison. She then untied me and told me that she definitely would give me release at the beginning of the new millennium. It's New year's eve 2000, and I'm tied to the bed, spread-eagled, with a penis gag in my mouth, blindfold on my eyes, and no chastity belt on me. I know my time is close. It has been since labor day. She starts fiercely giving me a blow-job, alternating with an intense hand job.

Five, Four, Three, Two, One.. Happy New Year.... wait why did you stop. She sweetly nibbled on my ear, stroked me a few more times, and then, while she continued to gently stroke me and kiss my ear, she said "I promised your release would be given at the beginning of the millennium. With desperation, I sad, "it's here!" She gave me another couple of blow job strokes and then, with my penis tip being swirled with her long, sexy tongue, she sweetly looked into my eyes and said, "The millennium starts January 01, 2001." She locked the belt back on, placed the penis ball gag in my mouth, and then turned off the light and went to sleep.

How could I have fell for that? How could I make it another year? How was that fair? I hope she doesn't find this letter, or she will answer these questions in a manner to which I would find great displeasure and pain.

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