The Training of Jeff Stintum, Christmas Special, Part 1

So I decided to turn the next "Stintum" chapter into a Christmas special, since I enjoy injecting the holiday into my work.  Here's the first part, and I'll be posting the complete chapter on Christmas Eve!  Enjoy! <3 <3 

Chapter 48

A few months later, Savannah was walking up Sarah’s driveway, carrying an armload of wrapped presents, as her black velvet trench coat bobbed and swayed around the tight, jean-wrapped bulges of her shapely calves, and over the rhythmic heavy thud of her black platform boots against the pavement.  The December wind whipped around her tall curvaceous figure, and little snow flurries had begun to whirl and tumble through the chilly air, landing in her long, thick, auburn-red hair and melting rapidly away.

Reaching the door, Savannah effortlessly balanced the stack of presents in her left hand while producing a long, curious-looking key with her right.  Bending down slightly, she carefully inserted the key into a little box beside the door, and a moment later, the front hatch of the box mechanically opened, revealing a black screen with a keypad underneath.  Barely even looking at the pad, Savannah rapidly typed out a 9-digit code, pressing the “enter” key on the bottom when she was finished.  The screen immediately lit up, and revealed Savannah’s full, beautiful face staring back at her.  She glanced behind her for an instant before she turned back around to face the screen, speaking with deliberately defined intonation in her deep, velvety voice:

“Savannah Buxton.”

The sound of multiple locks unlatching creaked and crackled out from behind the door, and Savannah straightened up, transferring the presents back to her right arm as the door opened.  Immediately striding in towards the warm light that emanated from within, Savannah went inside, turned, and pressed a small black button on the side of the wall.  The front door abruptly stopped opening and reversed course, shutting smartly behind her, latching itself with a variety of clicks.

A short, skinny, bald-headed little man in jeans and a t-shirt immediately bounded up to Savannah, holding out his arms.  Savannah turned and smiled down at him, her nostrils flaring in pleasure as she drank in the sight.  In her 5-inch platform boots, Savannah rose up to a regal and intimidating 6’10; the small man in front of her was eye-level with the middle of her stomach, and the large, jutting curve of her tits completely cleared the top of his head.

“Hello Mistress!  Can I take some of those presents off your hands?”

“Haha, ohhhh Billy,” Savannah intoned in her profound voice, her smile widening as she looked affectionately down at him, “I don’t think you could carry a single one of these packages here.  But hey, maybe I’m underestimating your strength – here, try to take one.”

Balancing the presents in her right hand, Savannah bent down luxuriously at the knees, until she was kneeling completely down on one knee, with her arm holding the presents perched on the other.  Even kneeling down like this, Savannah’s auburn-red hair still cleared the top of the little man’s bald head by three or four inches.  Her eyes narrowed sexily at him, and then went exaggeratedly wide before going back to normal.

“Heheh…it’s never gonna get old,” she chuckled, “Reminding myself that I’m taller than you even when I’m on my knees.  Here, little Billy…try taking that top present there.  It’s the lightest one of the bunch.”

Billy eagerly reached up for the top present, having to stand up on his tiptoes to reach it.  Savannah reveled in the sight of him struggling to reach, and right before he managed to secure his little hands around the package, she playfully performed a toe-raise, raising the present up out of his reach.  He strained his arms and tried to jump up, but he still couldn’t reach.

“Awww poor little man,” Savannah teased, shaking her head, “Mistress is so mean to you, isn’t she?”

“N-no…no she’s not,” Billy protested, “She…she g-gives me…she gives me…”

“Mmmm?” inquired Savannah, tilting her head to the side curiously, “She gives you what, dear?”

“Ev…everything I could ever want,” finished Billy quietly, bowing his head reverently.

“Hahaha you get so emotional so quickly!” laughed Savannah, reaching out her big hand and cupping it tenderly under his chin.  Her hand was so huge compared to his face that when she cupped his chin, her thumb and index fingers reached all the way up to the middle of both of his ears. “Here, I’ll stop playing with you.  Come on, try and lift that top present.  Show me what you’ve got, little Billy.”

He obeyed, again reaching his skinny arms up to the top present, and, bracing his legs, he tried with his entire body to lift it.  But the present didn’t budge.  It just sat there, the smallest and lightest of the bunch, its red bow seeming to wink down playfully at his futile attempts.  Billy grimaced and tried a few more times, but with absolutely no luck.  He still couldn’t even move the present an inch.  Savannah was laughing out loud now, shaking her head-full of long, flowing, auburn hair as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Wowwww…I had thought that maybe you’d be able to at least move it, but I can see now that was waaaaay too hopeful.  Sometimes I forget how tiny and weak you are, though looking at you now, I can’t really say I’m surprised.”

Billy gave up, breathing hard, as he shook his head and tried to shrug his shoulders.  Savannah, though, could see that his little face was red with embarrassment.

“Look at that face!  Awww, what a little sweetheart you are!  Heheh, you know, I’m tempted to show off your new abilities to our guests tonight.  Now what do you think of that?”

“Ohhh oh y-yes!  Yes Mistress, I…I would t-truly, truly be honored that you —”

“Oookay, oookay,”chuckled Savannah, shifting her big hand to completely cover up Billy’s mouth.  “Don’t get too excited, or there won’t be anything left to show off, now, will there?”

As she glanced down at Billy’s pants, Savannah’s mouth broke into a knowing grin and she took her hand off his mouth, reached down, and grabbed the large protrusion between his legs, which was straining conspicuously out of his jeans.  Billy gasped as Savannah squeezed and shook his erect cock, as she leaned in and spoke sexily in his ear:

“I know you’ve got a long way to go, little guy, but I wanna show off your progress tonight…so Mistress orders you NOT to cum until she’s ready to play with you.”

Billy closed his eyes and nodded, his cheeks flushed red, as Savannah tongued his ear.  But then he opened his eyes and seemed unsure.

“B-But…but Mistress, what if…what if she…”

“Hmmmhmhm,” chuckled Savannah, now staring him straight in the face as she rose back up to her full height, so that her head slowly bent down as she stood up, “If Sarah wants to do something to you, all bets are off.  It’s not like anything I can say will stop you from cumming then.  And of course, Mistress would never hold that against you.  It just wouldn’t be fair.  No, no, you silly little man, I’m just assuming that won’t be happening tonight.  She’s been particularly focused on…well, haha, on her own recently, hasn’t she?”

“Y-yes…yes she has,” nodded Billy, staring meekly into the middle of Savannah’s stomach.

“Speaking of which,” Savannah continued, now beginning to walk past Billy through the foyer, “Where is the big girl?”

“Sh-she’s…she’s on the sofa,” Billy answered quietly, shuffling quickly behind the sweep of Savannah’s black trench coat.

“Ah of course!” laughed Savannah, striding into the living room with the stack of presents, “On the sofa…lollygagging around as usual!”