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I gazed at the tangle of Christmas lights in the plastic storage box and sighed. It was a box of bad memories. I’d shoved them in there in a furious rage after Craig broke up with me on Christmas Eve. I’d never felt more shame in my life as I did returning the watch I got him, the box still wrapped in nice paper. I swore I was done with boyfriends and lost myself in the world in BDSM where I had all the control. It probably wasn’t healthy, but it was there I met Jasper. I had played with a variety of men and boys, but it was only with Jasper I was able to feel relaxed after our sessions. He healed me. I needed him, and he asked to be exclusive to me.

A couple months ago, I invited him to sign a contract and move in with me. When we were discussing the details, Jasper insisted he didn’t care about his birthday so much but he wanted to celebrate Christmas and be able to give me gifts. Jasper was insane for Christmas – he baked a million cookies, built a gingerbread sex dungeon (which I admittedly thought was hilarious), and decorated our Christmas tree and outside trees in everything from tinsel to ornaments to popcorn garlands to clementines with cloves stuck in them.

When I hadn’t put up the lights two weeks before Christmas, Jasper began to complain. I gave him a light spanking for whining, but he had a point. The lights had not gone up. So with his bottom still pink, I hauled the box out of the closet and peeled off the lid. It was a rat’s nest. I sighed again as Craig’s memories washed over me. The doorbell rang. “Jasper, untangle this mess,” I instructed and went to see who it was. 
“Yes sir, right away.”

It was my neighbor holding some mail with my name on it. We had a similar, hard to pronounce and spell Polish last name and our house numbers were two numbers off, so the mailman often confused us. I fetched mail I’d been holding for him and returned it as well. We had a little talk about his pregnant daughter, then he waved goodbye and I went back into the house.

I walked back toward the living room wondering why the lights were off, but then I saw Jasper and froze right in my spot in the dining room. Jasper had weaved the lights around his body and plugged them in to test the bulbs, illuminating his naked body in colorful spots of light. The ends were bunched in his hand over his cock, somehow making it more erotic than if he was actually naked.

I just looked at him, “What are on Earth are you doing, boy?”
“Well Sir… I untangled them, but needed someway to wrap them, and came up with this. How do I look?”
My goodness, what a sight! “Like a human Christmas Tree. No don’t move. You stay there while I go get the camera. You’re going to be my Christmas card this year. If you move I’m gonna make you stand still in the window for three hours so the entire neighborhood can see you like that.”
“Yes sir.”
“I think you’d like that anyway, boy,” I muttered as I went to get my camera.

The cards were a huge hit in my BDSM community. I was surprised when Craig sent me a Christmas card apologizing for his behavior last year and told me he regretted how he treated me. I sent him one of Jasper’s back and said, “Thank you for you card Craig. Your apology meant a lot to me. However, it all worked out. If you hadn’t left me, I would have never met Jasper. Isn’t he beautiful? He lights up my life.”


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