Meeting Santa

James woke up, and looked around confused. Where was he? That's when he saw Santa sitting down behind him. He instantly knew it was Santa, with her long red hair, perfect breasts, and mischievous smile. James walked over and abashedly asked to sit on Santa's lap.

"Of course, James." Santa patted her lap.

James was so happy. He sat down on Santa's lap. Now he could tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas, and James could get all of the toys.

"Tell me, James, have you been a good boy this year?" Santa asked, as was tradition.

"Yes, Santa" James excitedly replied.

"And what do you want for Christmas this year, big boy?" Santa patted James' little big boy as she asked. It felt good.

James took a deep breath, anxious to get his whole list out in one breath. "I want a new butt plug, and a collar, and a ring gag, and a training bra, and a handcuffs, and a chastity cage, and one giant pair of pretty high heels with locks on them so I can never ever ever take them off." James finished, out of breath but proud he fit everything in.

"I can make that happen, James. Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas" Santa tapped James on the forehead, and everything changed.

James wasn't on Santa's lap. It was Amy! He immediately jumped up, but stumbled. His feet were in some ridiculous high heels. In fact, now that he was paying attention, he was wearing an incredibly embarrassing outfit. It was everything he had just described to "Santa," and nothing else. James blushed and tried to find his balance, but it was difficult with his hands cuffed together and his feet slanted for the highest heels James had ever seen.

"Are you happy with your presents, James?" Amy asked, almost mockingly.

James wanted to reply, but his mouth was held open by the gag he asked for. It was so humiliating.

"I'll take that as a yes," Amy answered for him. "James, turn to the audience and go blank, freezing in place. No thoughts, no memories, just a poseable toy."

Again, James mind went empty, and he knew nothing more.