Sleigh Balls Ring

My tree was flocked with white, a South Philadelphia tradition, decorated with thick multi-colored bulbs and ornaments from WWII that were handed down to me from my now-deceased parents. Christmas always made me joyful.

As night began to ascend, I lit a hearty fire and toasted large marshmallows on a stick. Everything reminded me of my lover's balls. I became aroused as I toasted the white chewy foam, thinking,.."Hmmm, wouldn't it be a hoot to roast his chestnuts on my open fire?" I laughed out loud, my pussy slushing like the roadst out front and relishing in the thought. But hey, HE started me down this path.

Although the holiday was only twelve days away, all the packages were beautifully wrapped, gingerbread cookies baked (Isn't it funny how the gingerbread man is nullified?), caroling in the square done (although I always changed the words in my head as my obsession with his balls became my preoccupation.) Take for instance, "Jingle balls, jingle balls, I cut him all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride a ball-less eunuch slave; or Here comes Santa's balls, here comes Santa's balls and of course, He came upon the midnight clear, his glorious balls so old.......

I planned to stuff the turkey with oyster stuffing. Thinking of shucking the oysters with my oyster knife, their juices running and their chewy composite much like his balls, could set me into an orgasmic frenzy. Holiday blues? I don't think so.

As Christmas Eve approached he and I spoke over the telephone every night and masturbated during the conversation. Just looking at the Christmas tree and its shape would set me to wild thoughts of his cock inside me, filling me up and penetrating the deepest recesses of my own stable.

Patiently I sought out all the various instruments and accoutrements required to castrate him and the special comforts that would make our own special mistletoe and imported edleweiss. Yes, a monumental Christmas.

Christmas is about surprises, isn't it? And so, I dreamt of attaching a big red lustrous bow around his balls, as they would be a gift to myself and to him. So, it wasn't about visions of sugerplums, although his balls were sweet, it was more like fulfilling a dream. Gosh, it really can be a "Wonderful Life."

It was here, Christmas Eve and I awaited my handsome, lusty and soon-to-be-castrated lover. I adorned myself in the red tartan and ecru lace of County Cork, Ireland with stiletto, black velvet and leather lace-up boots. He appeared in the dark greens and browns and hunter's jacket of the mountains of Bavaria.

Captivated I was when he kissed me long and hard under the mistletoe. Underneath my skirt nestled between my already wet lips sat a special gift for Bernhard. I began to push on his shoulders.

"Bernhard," I ordered, "Lift up my skirt to find your first fragrant gift of the season." I pushed him down harder. "Kneel and go get it." Berhard's face became rosy in the twinkling Christmas lights and he obeyed. I put one booted foot on his shoulder as he knelt before me, steeling myself against the wall. He shimmied up the tartan and nestled his lips against Irish lace panties. He let out a sigh. "MMmmmm, so nice, Bridget." "Now," I continued, "remove the lace to find your present."

As he slowly removed them, he watched my full bush quiver in anticipation. He grabbed my ass and pressed his lips to my engorged and full clit, noticing now that a small sprig of edleweiss was sprouting from the wetness of my labia. He removed it with his mouth and put it in his jacket lapel. Bernhard was now ready to devour me as he understood the significance and meaning of the flower.

The pressure of his expert tongue, the flow of my juices were too much to bear. I screamed aloud, "Bernhard, oh yes, harder, bite my clit." My hand ran through his short gray hair and pulled him harder to me to fulfill my need for release. He groaned as he drank the eggnog fluid emitting from me. I came in shudders.

"Enough, for now, Bernhard, dear. Get up." I removed my boot from his shoulder, knowing very well that the heel had imprinted my passion onto his flesh. I pulled down my skirt and left the panties on the hardwood floor.

We whispered Christmas greetings as he surveyed the tree and decor, his arm solidly around my waist. No amount of lights could have generated the electricity that coursed between us. The aroma of the oyster-stuffed turkey, gingerbread and mulled wine enticed us to the festively set table.

The meal was savored as was the mulled wine. As I placed an iced gingerbread man on his plate for dessert, I took two tiny spritzes of whipped cream and made balls on the little man's crotch. Bernhard laughed out loud. I dressed my man the same, but made a point of licking the balls off first. "I like him better this way," I said with a sly smile. He looked at me and licked his lips.

More mulled wine, slow-dancing, kissing and carressing in front of the fire led to the evening drawing to an end. "Bridget, let's go to bed, I want to feel your velvet skin on the covers and me," he suggested. Who could not give into his plea and those eyes? I asked him to turn off the tree lights, as I alighted the stairs to light candles in the bedroom, my instruments under a veil of velvet on my nightstand.

I stripped quickly and lay upon the covers as he entered the room with two bottled waters and more mulled wine. Bernhard came to me and stroked me along my cheek and jaw with the edleweiss he'd removed from his hunter's jacket.

"So, Bridget, what can Santa give you for Christmas," he purred. I thought for a moment, my body already tingling. "Undress, my dear, and I'll tell you." Slowly he removed his heavy clothing and draped it on the boudoir chair. I patted his pillow. "Come, Bernhard, lie down and close your eyes." He did so. From beneath the bed I pulled out a red velvet bow with wire attached.

I spread his legs and began to use my mouth on his already near-hard cock. My fingers pulled down on his balls and clutched them in my hand and away from his body. He moaned.

Still sucking and licking, I proceeded to wrap the cold wire around the testicles and made a splendid presentation. Bernhard was growing with excitement. "Now, hold still, my love," I demanded, as I sought out the Polaroid camera to capture the moment. As the flash went off, he opened his eyes to see the bow surrounding his balls.

I straddled myself on his cock and rode him and that velvet bow until I was raw and sated and dripping with my cum. We kissed for lingering moments. "Now, Bernhard, fuck my sweet ass," I demanded. Never had I offered that to him or any other man before and he was wild with excitement and anticipation. As I knelt, he lubricated the area and eased me open. Slowly he pressed his cock into me. "Oh Bridget, you are soooo tight, oh, uh, uh." The feeling of him inside me there was foreign and intoxicating. Add that to the bowed balls and it unleased an orgasm in me that took me to the stars.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pumped and heaved himself deep inside. He was losing control and I knew he was about to cum. "I'm gonna, cum, oh yeah, oh, here it comes, uh, huh," Two more deep thrusts and he pulled out and came all over my ass. He then rubbed my clit from behind until I screamed with another climax.

We lay there in each other's arms after I removed the bow from his balls. Bernhard stroked my hair. "So, that's all you want for Christmas, little girl?" he whispered and kissed my lips gently.

I hesitated and replied, "No, not all...." He lifted my chin, "Tell your personal Santa and its yours," he chided me. "Realllllly?" I asked. "Yes, it doesn't matter..." was his answer. I sat up on the bed and faced him, looking hard into his eyes. "Well?" he asked again. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Bernhard, I'm going to ask for your balls."

Shock registered on his face and he grabbed for the glass of mulled wine, dribbling it as he drank deeply. He wiped his mouth. "Now, c'mon, Bridge, we've always had fun with the fantasy, but you've got to be kidding." He tried to smile.

My face was steady and showed resolve. "Well, do you want to be with me? Do you love me? Didn't you tell me you were serious about this with us?" I shot him with questions. "Okay, okay, slow down. Yes, Yes and Notsure," said Bernhard.

I got up from the ved and removed the velvet veil from my nightstand. "VIOLA!" I said flamboyantly. Bernhard's eyes grew wide as he took in my tray of goodies with which to do the deed. "When did you...Oh shit!" he stuttered. "Last month," I said casually. "It was after we did the mock castration with the gloves and tape and the numbing salve," I went on.

I sat on the bed again, scalpel in hand. "You said ANYTHING..." I reiterated. "And you know how to do this?" he asked. "Yes, of course I do...It's easy as 1, 2 FREE!" getting my Irish up.

"Then what?" Bernhard quizzed. "That, my dear, is up to you. You can take the shots, use a patch or just be my eunuch slave, "I said cavalierly. "That's your Christmas gift - you get to choose!"

Bernhard thought it was a game and reached again for the mulled wine and took several sips. Without realizing, his cock was becoming hard once again. This did not escape my gleaming green eyes by any stretch. I sighed, "Okay, well, why don't we play and when you say stop, I stop. You know, the "safe" word."

This eased him momentarily. "Yes, then, let's play." He gave into it. Afterall he knew she'd listed when the "safe" word was uttered. "Let me take a piss first, Bridge," he said as he walked toward the master bath.

I dumped the powder from the vial into his wine and swirled it with my finger. I heard him run the water in the sink to wash off his cock. I began to hum to myself, "Joy to the world, my man will cum. Let earth receive his "things". I put down a heavy quilted towel over the sheet and set up my little tray on the bed, but covered up the sutures and needle.

Bernhard walked back to the bed. "Now sit up and be comfy. Have a few sips of the mulled wine and I'll get ready for you, okay?" I offered him. He picked up his goblet and drank it almost down completely while I fussed with gloves and tape and filled the syringe. I clasped quickly at Grandma O'Hara's celtic cross that she gave me for first communion and said a quick prayer.

"I'm ready, Bridget, my little elf." he joked. "Now remember, Bernhard, I let you cum for one final time and so you get to choose how," I directed. He thought for a moment. He was getting creative. He began, "Since it's Christmas, how about I be your reindeer and you stroke me from behind." "Okay Rudolf, you've got it." "But first I want to numb your balls a little bit, okay?" I looked at him with lust.

I'd done this before, applying either a numbing agent and then eventually progressing to a syringe. "Darlin', scoot down please and open your legs for me," I said with syrupy sweetness. Obediently he took his place on the quilted towel and spread them for me, his knees bent.

I tapped at the syringe and only with a small intial cringe, I injected the anesthesia into his testicles and groin. In the meantime we would play our "reindeer games" until he was ready. With gloved hands I stroked his semi-hard cock and licked it heartily with my tongue. Then I moved to tweak his nipples and suck on them as well. Bernhard's groans were deep and he eased into being relished and ravished. I raised his arms over his head and buried my tongue into his armpits, flicking it and enjoying his strong musky taste. He was all man, my Bernhard. I loved all of him.

I moved to his neck and suckled the strong veings, wishing so much to give him a hickey! His ears were next, my tongue darting in and out, mewing my lust for him. By now, the relaxant was working and he lay mumbling and groaning as I worked him over. Bernhard's cock was rigid, multi-colored veins appearing.

My legs straddled his face. "Lick me, now, reindeer," I instructed. He grasped at my ass and held it hard against his lips and worked his mystical magic to every secret place, plunging into me and sending into oblivion. "Oh,my, Oh God, Oh, Bern!!!" I cried out. I pushed my cum into his mouth and I felt him swallow and swallow again.

Now, what I longed for were his strong and deep kisses. I tasted my cum in his mouth and it made me hotter. We kissed for a long time until I needed to ride his cock. It was pushing against my belly. I sat back on my heels and brought myself up and down on it as he rubbed my clit. Our eyes watched one another's esctasy, smiling lovingly at each other.

Another large climax hit me and I knew this was the end for me tonight. "On all fours, reindeer!" I urged him. Obediently, he faced the large headboard. I draped a fur pelt around his neck and smacked his ass harshly. "Ouch," he shouted. From behind him I stroked his cock with one hand and strangled his balls with the other.

I bucked my clit up against his ass and slid my tongue up and down his crack. He'd had too much. "Come, now, reindeer, we must deliver everyone's Christmas wishes and yours is one last cum." "C'mon, cum for me reindeer!" and I slapped his ass again. His cock was slick with my cum and his own drippings. The sound of me stroking him was driving me to madness. "Oh, oh, mmmmm, uhh, I'm gonna cum, Bridge, oh here it is!" he screeched. He shot his hot explosive cum onto the sheets.

He turned over and lay back. "mmmmm, that was wonderful." I removed the pelt from his neck. I changed gloves and moved to examine his balls. I swabbed them down with alcohol prep wipes. "Cold, coooold, Bridge," he squealed. "Sorry, baby!"

He was drifting off and it was nearly 10:30 p.m. I had to act quickly. I took the scalpel in hand. "Should I? Oh God, should I?" I questioned. Bernhard was now dozing. With a quick hand, I outlined the scrotum on the left side. To my surprise, a spurt of blood came out. There was no stopping me now. I continued to cut until I saw the meat of his existence. I pulled gently at it until it hung by the threads. I panicked. I had to cut it away and from there I pushed heavy cotton pads to see what I was doing.

As I held it in my hand, I reveled in the delicateness of it and then I placed it lovingly on the tray. It was now time to work on the right one. This was one easier to penetrate. I'd have to leave the sac for another day. "Just get the testicle," I thought. I was through and pulled the testicle until it dropped down low away from him.

Time to cut and sew. I was sweating by now and Bernhard was stirring. "Lie still, my love, I'm just playing." "Uh, huh, okay," he responded quietly. But even I could smell the faint scent of blood.

I wiped the area clean with gauze and water, ready to suture the sac. I thought back. "Don't elves sew? - Oh yeah, the story of the Elves and the Shoemaker." "Okay, okay....careful now. Be neat and straight," I said in my crazy head.

It must have been 35 minutes later that the stitching was done. I took my time, but wanted to be thorough. The Westminster clock in my livingroom chimed and reverberated through my house. It was midnight. Christmas Day and also my lover's birthday (or his Rebirth Day).

I cleaned up my tools and took a quick shower when I heard a scream, "Bridgetttttte!!!!!!!!!!OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!" I rushed to his side wearing only a towel. He was livid and looking at himself. "But, sweetheart, you never said the "safe" word," I answered. In a crystaline jar, I handed him his balls. "Merry Christmas, my love and Happy Rebirth Day!" "Want some tylenol?"

And to all my readers I say: "God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, remember that my lover was deballed on Christmas Day!"

Have a wonderful holiday and thanks for reading!