Karen – Santa Knows by MonsterP63

Karen – Santa Knows by MonsterP63

Part One

Archived Version

She looked at herself in the mirror: long sleeved, thigh length knitted dress, shiny red PVC leggings and her beloved snow boots, warmed with a bit of wool at the calf, and a high block heel, good to walk in the snow.

She spun around to admire her look, satisfied that she was making a fashion statement, and walked out of the bedroom, walking past the living room, with its fully lit Christmas tree, the base of it filled with gifts.

She had a puzzled look, stopped, and made one step backward, looking at the tree.

“What the…” she said, approaching a large white wrapped box with a red ribbon. “What is this? It wasn’t there this morning.” she said, picking it and smiled. “Hum…. From Santa to Karen: Do not open until Christmas…. Derek? What do you know about that gift from… ahem… Santa?”

“”What?” he yelled, from the back entrance, where he was just entering the home from shoveling snow. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“There’s a white box by the tree. It says it’s from Santa, addressed to me. Is it you playing a little joke?”

She could feel the heat of the fireplace on her PVC leggings, warming them. She loved it.

“Me? Nah. I didn’t put that thing there. I have no clue what’s in it.” he said, as he approached, walking, almost skidding on his socks that were about to slip off of his feet. He looked at the box. “Nope. Not from me. My prank gifts are labeled ‘From Me To You’.”

“Then who’s it from?” she asked, turning the box on all sides, moving her legs, making the vinyl creak where her thighs were brushing against each other.

“No idea, but this is sexy.” he said, slapping her butt. “Well, gotta get out of that sweaty clothes. Anyways, you’ll see what’s in it on Christmas.”

“Why wait? I mean, there’s no ‘from’ name.”

“Yes there is. Right there: S.A.N.T.A.” he said, laughing.

“You… you don’t mind if I open it?” she asked, puzzled.

“Hey, you’re an adult. You make decisions and you must accept the consequences.” he said, closing the door of the bathroom behind him.

She looked at the package.

“Well… I’ll just open it carefully and see what’s inside. Then I will have a clue who got it and I will play surprise on Christmas.” she mumbled to herself. “That’s what you get when you play games with me.”

Carefully, she undid the ribbon and began to take the paper off when the box began to vibrate, then the whole house seemed to begin to vibrate, or was it her.

Suddenly, the box seemed to glow, the glow creeping up her hands, her arms, wrapping around her.

“What the f…” she began to say, but he glow entered her mouth and silenced her. She felt being lifted off the ground and she saw in dismay, her clothes disappear, or rather being replaced by something else, some kind of Christmas wrapping, but not paper. Latex. Thick latex, wrapping her hands, her torso, her legs, bringing them together, her arms by her side.

She slowly fell on her back, in front of the fireplace. She tried to fight it, but whatever it was, it was stronger than she was, clinging to her skin, wrapping it, everywhere, holding her tightly in her embrace, making her unable to move. She felt her waist being squeezed by an invisible corset, her boobs being individually wrapped and enhanced, her head being engulfed, going over her eyes, rendering her blind, covering her nose, her mouth, where for an instant, she was unable to breathe.

She thrust her hips upward. That was a rush, a pleasure wave, and as quickly as it happened, she could breathe again, but her mouth was full of some rubbery substance, effectively gagging her.

All she could do was squirm and moan. She tried to call Derek for help, but nothing much came out other than a dampened groan.

“What the hell was that noise?” she heard Derek ask as he was getting closer, but even her hearing was impaired, and it sounded quite faint.

He approached and saw that… thing, squirming on the floor, the shiny Christmas wrapping reflecting the light of the fireplace.

It almost looked like a wet worm. She was evidently tightly squeezed by whatever that was. On her body, there was a paper. He looked at it.

“Do not open before Christmas… or else. Signed Santa? Well, Karen, looks like you’re stuck in this for, oh… 6 days or so? You always loved long-term bondage.” he said, slapping her on her shiny rubbery butt. “Damn! That thing is tight and very thick. I don’t even know how I’ll get you out of it.” he said, smiling a devilish smile.

“Well, Santa, or whoever you are, that’s a good one!”

His eyes went wide as, for a moment, he was sure he heard a laugh. A very distinctive laugh. Ho. Ho. Ho…

Karen was in her own world, of tight cuddling, her latex cocoon being warmed by the fireplace. The latex seemed to become tighter, or it was thicker, or was it growing, reaching… places. Oh… Gosh…

(To Be Continued… on December 25, of course.)

© monsterp63

December 18, 2020

Part Two

Archived Version

December 24, 23:59.

And counting.

He was looking at the clock, looking at the large package, shining under the fireplace light, slowly squirming, the latex squeaking in a sexy manner.

00:00.

Well, to his clock. Was it the right clock? Was it late? Was it the time Santa was looking at, or was he in a different time zone?

He got out his phone, which should be linked to the real time. It showed 00:01. Could it be safe? He didn’t know what the “or else” would be.

He heard a faint hum coming from the package, the tightly wrapped Karen. At the same time, the white box with the red ribbon seemed to vanish, to disappear. Was this the sign?

Carefully, he bent down besides her tightly latex encased girlfriend and gently rubbed her, starting at the shoulders, running her hand down over her breasts, softly squeezing them. Feeling the latex in his hand gave hima hard-on. He just liked that material, especially on Karen.

He tried to find an opening, a hole, a slit, anything to put his fingers in to tear it open, but found nothing.

Reluctantly, he left the squirming package there to go fetch scissors, then, carefully, starting between her legs, the only place he was sure not to poke her with the sharp scissors, he gently pressed and the rubber gave away easily, much more easily than he was expected.

He slid his hands in the large slot that had appeared. With his right hand, he quickly and easily tore it off from her lower legs.

He was stunned. He was expected to see her in her red PVC tights and knitted dress, what she was wearing the last time he saw her, but everything was black and shiny.

He slowly slid his hands on her tightly encased legs, going down to her ankles, revealing pointed toe boots, without any heels, apparently, like everything was fused together. No zipper, no lace, no seam. Everything was smooth, even what seemed to be embedded cuffs. Only the chromed rings were breaking the overall smoothness of it.

He went back to her upper legs, again, easily tearing the latex wrapping off, revealing more tight latex, wrapping her thighs, her crotch, where he could feel something vibrating, humming.

He smiled as he put his hands on her crotch, feeling not one but two vibrating toys.

He tore more of the wrapping going upward, discovering a tightly squished waist, much more than Karen’s tightest corset.

Again, no seam, no lace, no busk, nothing. Only the evidently tight and rigid feel of a corset, as if it had merged with the suit, witn only some boning making small bumps, going up to her breasts.

She was breathing in short garps, evidently fighting the restriction of the corset.

He reached her neck, her head and he was, again, shocked.

Her neck seemed to be enclosed inside a tight and rigid collar, again all fused together with the suit, with only rings protruding out. Her head, totally enclosed in rubber, a flap over her mouth with a small hole, two holes for the nostrils and two dark tinted lenses over her eyes.

Even the nose holes seem to go inside, up her nostrils. He couldn’t see any skin. Nowhere.

Moaning, she moved her arms which had been held close to her body for the last few days, flexing them.

Judging by the wrinkles created on the inside of her elbows when she bent them, Derek could see that the suit was very thick and very tight. Ans as for the rest of the suit, no seam between the suit and the attached gloves. Still, again, those embedded cuffs at her wrists and upper arms, but they were as if they were molded from the suit.

She tried to get up, to sit. He helped her by putting his hand under her shoulder, feeling the thick and tight latex. He was puzzled and excited at the same time. What a sight.

Karen put her hands on her head, on her face, feeling the lenses, feeling the flap over her mouth. She tried to talk but only some faint moaning came out.

She tried to turn her head to look at Derek, but she had to turn her whole shoulders. Her neck was totally rigid, as well as her waist.

She was struggling to breath. That corset was tighter than anything she had worn before. Bending her arms was a struggle. That suit was so thick and so tight, it was unbelievable. She had had many suits, even wore multiple layers of latex suits, but it never reached this level.

She was feeling like in a dream, or a half dream, awakening from some deep sleep, wondering what she was doing there, in a black latex catsuit. The last thing she remembered was taking a white gift box from under the tree. At the time, she was wearing PVC leggings and a knitted shirt. And then… this. What the hell happened?

“Well… Merry Christmas, dear.” said Derek, looking at her, at the awesome sight of a latex doll. “How… how do you feel? I mean, it’s been six days.”

She had a shocked expression, of course, totally oblivious to Derek. She couldn’t even tell if her face was actually moving, tightly encased in this latex.

She tried to answer, but quickly realized she couldn’t. She raised a thumb up. After all, things were interesting… down there! It was just a slight vibration, but, oh, so enjoyable.

“Want… want to try getting up?” he asked, getting ready to help her.

She struggled to get up. Bending her legs was difficult, and imparired by the corset and collar, it was not easy, and then, standing on pointed toe boots! She had worn ballet boots before, but without any heels? That was a first.

She steadied herself, feeling her constricted waist with her latex gloved hands, discovering the cuffs at the same time. She put her fingers in the ring and tugged on it, trying them, trying to pull them off. She looked at how they were attached, at a buckle at something to take them off, but saw nothing.

Panicking, she reached for her head, searching frantically for a zipper, lacing, a seam, something. She mimics ripping the suit off to Derek, like a question mark.

“I have absolutely no clue, Karen. You said you were looking at that strange box, and the next thing I knew, you were all wrapped up as a gift with a note.” he said, picking his phone and showing her pictures. “And when I unwrapped you, you were… like this, and I don’t see any zipper, opening, seam, anywhere. I have no clue how to take this off of you. Better ask… Santa?” he said with a grin.

She grunted.

“But, hey. It’s Christmas. Why not… hem… enjoying your gift, while we exchange ours?” he said, gesturing to the boxes under the tree.

He crouched down and picked one, offering it to the latex clad woman of his life. She tried to open it, but the thick latex wrapping her fingers made it difficult to find the seam, especially since Derek purposely made the seams as little as possible.

He offered help but she refused, evidently enjoying the struggle. She opened the box to reveal a make-up kit.

“Well…when you’ll get out of that suit, of course.” he said with a grin.

Then she crouched down, feeling the tight rubber compressing her knees, her thighs, her calves, having a hard time to bend down, reaching for a rather heavy box, impaired by her stiff collar and dark lenses.

And she loved every struggle she had to make. She handed the box to her boyfriend who easily opened it revealing a power drill and screwdriver kit.

“Thank you, Karen. That’s exactly what I wanted.” he said, putting it down.

They continued exchanging gifts then headed for the bed. Derek had other plans initially, but since Karen was wearing a full body plugged condom, he couldn’t do much.

They walked to the upstairs bedroom, Derek following, admiring Karen’s butt struggling to climb the stairs, the tight latex not giving any loose space, as if it was alive and clinging to her body like a second skin… tighter than her first skin.

They went to bed, Karen fully rubberized and himself in a pair of satin briefs. Karen reached between her legs, at her crotch, and, moaning, pulled out one large dildo, leaving a rubber lined hole. Again, no skin was visible.

Derek smiled. He might have his gift, after all.

Slowly, he climbed on her, feeling the smooth and warm latex. He squished her breasts, already quite squished by the tight latex and began to kiss her rubber covered mouth while his throbbing member felt the way inside her. He could feel vibrations, the vibrations of the butt plugs.

Karen put her arms over her head and, while stroking, Derek grabbed her wrists cuffs and linked them to chains permanently installed there. She was used to being tied up in bed, after all. All the setups were already there.

He then caressed her, stroking her, feeling the tightly encased rubber female form under his heated body. And no pinching, no scratching. Usually, there was the corset with its busks, or a zipper or something. This time: nothing. Just the smooth, seamless latex.

Karen was feeling his member inside her like never before. The sensations seemed to be enhanced, and the orgasm quickly built, getting higher and higher, and as the timing was perfect, they both exploded at the same time, each one triggering the other orgasm, each one feeling the other orgasm as well as their own. The feeling had never felt so powerful before.

The pleasure wave ran up and down their bodies countless times before subsiding and dying out. Panting, Derek rolled off of her, resting on his back.

“That was… out of this world, like… magical.” he said, turning his head to look at Karen, who tried to do the same but was restrained by the collar. She simply nodded yes. That’s all she could do.

She took the plug and put it back inside her vaginal hole. When she rolled on her side, Derek was already sleeping. She looked at him. Thinking: now what? How do I get out of this suit?

“Do you want to get out, Karen? Don’t you like my gift?” she heard a voice in her head.

She opened her eyes, trying, hoping to see someone, but there was nobody, only the voice in her head. It was not her imagination. Someone was talking to her.

“Santa?” she asked.

“Who else, Karen?”

“I… I don’t understand. Why… this?” she asked.

“Why not. Isn’t that what you wished for? To be encased in rubber for life?”

“Well, I… yes, but… it’s punishment or pleasure? Because it feels like both at the same time”

“You’re gonna have to make up your mind, Karen. I have more people to visit to complete their gift. So, what will it be?”

“I… I don’t know… I mean…”

“Then one year it is, Karen. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you choose to get out or not next Christmas. Goodbye” said the voice.

“No wait! Santa!…. Santa?… Hello?”

Damn… One year, and she had to be a good girl.

Things began to move at her crotch, to vibrate, to twist, to pulsate, to create havoc, and she had a thought… “What do I have to do to be a good girl?”

As the dildos fired, her question vanished from her mind.

© monsterp63

December 24, 2020

Part Three

Archived Version

Author’s note: I’ve said it often. I never know when inspiration would struck. I woke up this morning with this idea of a follow-up, or sequel to that story, after Karen receives her gift from Santa. I wrote it as soon as I got up. I haven’t proof read it, I’m just too eager to post it. Art will come later, as it may take a few days and, well, that part of the story needs to be posted ASAP. Enjoy.

December 25.

In the morning, things dawned on her.

“What the hell was I thinking?” she said to herself.

What about her friends, family? Her job? She was a receptionist! She had to take calls, communicate.

How will her family take it? Will she get rejected? Derek seemed surprisingly fine with it.

They were receiving family and friends for Christmas dinner. Should she cancel?

“Nah. First, it’s too late for that, some of them are already traveling on their way, and second, what is there to say? You got it from Santa, after all.” he simply said.

She went to work, preparing diner, the turkey, the meat pies and stuff, all day long, struggling in her latex cocoon, feeling the layer of sweat slide between the latex and her skin, balancing on her extreme boots, fighting the corset, seeing the shine of the bright kitchen light on her arms boobs and thighs as she moved. Loving every fucking minute of it!

And things went even better when, early afternoon, Derek came in with some lengths of chains and padlocks and chained her hands in front of her and her ankles together with short chains, forcing her to hobble, impairing her movements.

Oh darn!

Then the first guess arrived.

The doorbell rang.

Her dildos fired!!!

Oh fuck! Why now?

“Hello Derek. Merry Christmas. Where is Karen? In the kitchen?”.

“Hello Lynda, Merry Christmas. Yes, she is. Go on!” he said

Karen panicked. How… Why Derek simply send her to the kitchen? Has he already forgotten that she was sealed in rubber and tied up?

“Oh! Hello Karen. Wow, you look splendous!” said the blond woman, wide eyes, glaring at Karen, all smiling. “Santa did treat you well.” she said, giving Karen a hug.

It was strange feeling a hug through her thick and tight rubbery confinement, her rigid corset. At the same time, her dildos became silent.

She tried to hug her back but was blocked by her chains. She raised her arms and passed the chain behind Lynda’s head and shoulders to hug her back, forcing her to get their head side by side.

“I’m so happy for you, Karen.” she whispered in her ears.

It was almost a good thing her face was hidden under that thick rubber layer, because Karen’s expression was totally stunned! What the hell was going on here?

Similar things repeated as more guests came in. Her dildos would fire as the doorbell was rang and would stop after a hug. She was literally getting screwed by the visitors!

She joined the party, getting a sip of wine from time to time through a straw as if it was totally normal for everybody else. Nothing weird here. She felt the alcohol in her stomach but couldn’t taste, feel any of it. It could have been straight gin, she wouldn’t have known the difference! Until the effects kicked in, that is.

She couldn’t talk. She could only, although barely thanks to her rigid posture collar, nod yes or no to show her agreement or not to the discussion, but she couldn’t contribute to any of them.

Reality was quickly sinking.

She began the service. She felt weird and hot at the same time, feeling like a… rubber maid. Was that it? Was it what she became? Then she would need a french maid outfit… made of rubber preferably. Woah! What was she thinking!

After everybody was served, she sat and looked at the long table, filled with food and drinks, realizing that she wouldn’t have any of it unless it went through some blender first.

She put her arms on each side of her empty plate, slowly turning her arms, admiring the reflection of the dining room lamps reflecting on them, slowly flexing her fingers, feeling the tight and thick rubber covering them. That was such a beautiful sight.

Her mouth watered up at the sight of all this food, all these different flavors. But all she could taste was rubber. All she could smell was rubber.

Denial. Such an arousal feeling.

She sat there, motionless, eyes closed, but unseen by her guests through her dark lenses, her mind wandered in her imaginary world of fantasy, latex and bondage. She was abruptly snapped out of it by Derek.

“Hey!” he almost yelled. “Karen shouldn’t just, you know, stay like that. Any ideas?”

Fifteen minutes later, the center of the long table had been cleaned and Karen was hogtied on it, people putting back plates of food on her immobile body, laughing, slapping her tight butt in the process, ordering her not to move, that anything falling off her would get her a punishment.

And that’s how she ended up, for the rest of the evening, her arms boxtied in her back, suspended by her feet in the living room while guests continued to exchange gifts.

She was finally untied and chained in the kitchen to clean her mess before going to bed, but since Derek was drunk, he fell asleep and Karen ended up stuck in the kitchen until mid-morning the next day.

He found her, laying on the counter, her neck chain linked to the ceiling preventing her from sitting on the floor.

Surprisingly, as she struggled to get back up and Derek tied her hands in her back, inviting her to get some good rest in the bed, she felt… good. She liked it.

Once in the bed, she wished she was restrained more, but how to communicate that?

So… she moved. Constantly, non stop, until he linked her neck to the headboard and her feet to the foot of the bed. Now she would sleep well.

Back to work.

Well, she did have to work. She couldn’t just… quit. Or could she?

Since everybody at the party took it well of how she was dressed and impaired, she figured that the rest of the world would. And she was right.

On the bus, no one gave more attention than usual. It was normal. Well, Sanda made it after all.

However, once she reached her workplace and everybody greeted each other, her boss came to her.

“Well, it will be difficult to have you as the receptionist with the little… voice problems you have. Lucy will take over. In the meantime, just go in the break room while we figure out what to do.” said her boss.

Karen answered by gesturing typing.

“Yes, of course, that’s one solution, but we don’t have plain typists. Every job has to interact verbally through the phone. Hum… Oh! I think I have a better idea which should suit you even better. I’ll be back in a few moments.”

He came back half an hour later, smiling.

“Yes, Corporate agrees with my plan, so come. We’re going to the warehouse.”

Karen mimics driving.

“No, you’re not going to drive a forklift. It’s gonna be even better.”

Another half an hour later…

“Too tight?” he asked as he fastened the last tie-wrap fixing her to the frame of a pallet.

She nodded no.

“Okay. This is only temporary until we find you a proper fastening board. Okay boys, get her up!” he said to co-workers.

Karen was lifted off the ground, spread eagled on the wooden pallet, unable to move. She was raised to the ceiling and put where a defective camera was located.

“Now remember the button you have on your hand. You have to record when there’s movement. The camera works but its motion sensor is bad, you’re replacing it. Someone will get you down at the end of the day.” he said, waving her goodbye and leaving.

So, there she was, suspended slanted forward, tied to a frame, feeling the tight tie-wraps dig into her body, loving the feeling, the restraints, her… new job?

And the magic of Santa’s gift continued as it was not difficult to spot movement. Every Time there was any, her dildos would fire. Pressing the button was almost a reflex induced by the dildos.

Now, already, 361 days before the next Christmas, she wondered… Should she be a good girl or a bad girl?

© monsterp63

December 28, 2020