The Gift
I gaze at the tree, smiling. It really is beautiful with all the baubles and lights glowing and blinking. Turning, I look in the mirror and see the glow on my skin from the lights. I smooth my hands down my waist, cinched in by the lush corset you gifted me at Christmas. My breasts pushed up and almost bare, the nipples barely covered. I look over the table once more, ensuring that everything is in place, just how you lik...