The first Christmas morning in their own apartment had been a special one for Sonya and Mandy. Some weeks earlier they had considered traveling to spend the holidays with one of their families, but since they had been unable to agree on which family it should be, they had decided to stay home. It was a decision that they were now grateful for.
Not having to get up stupidly early had been the first bonus. It had been past 8am when they had eventually risen, enjoying being able to get the day going at their own pace.
Before breakfast, gifts had been exchanged. They had promised each other that they would not go crazy with the amount they spent on each other. In a funny twist, it had turned out that they had both chosen to buy a necklace. Both necklaces were silver, with the pendants being the only real difference.
Sonya had taken a long time to find the necklace she had chosen for Mandy. Eventually, she had been able to acquire the exact design she had wanted. The pendant was quartz, formed into a cross. It looked just like the one Sonya had tattooed on her side. The intention was that the necklace would always remind Mandy of Sonya, especially if they ever happened to be apart for a period of time.
The thinking behind Mandy's choice of necklace was not dissimilar. She had chosen one with a red heart-shaped diamond. When Sonya had first examined it, Mandy had said that the colour was intended to be rose, to remind Sonya of her.
"And to remind you that my heart belongs to you," Mandy had added, almost moving Sonya to tears.
"I love you, Mandy Rose," she had replied.
Later that day, the responsibility of cooking their Christmas dinner, which they were actually going to eat at lunch time, had fallen to Mandy. Not only was she a tremendous cook, no one would probably have dared to eat whatever Sonya might have prepared if she had been given the task.
Busy in the kitchen, Mandy had left Sonya relaxing in front of the TV in the living room, or so she thought.
"Mand!" Sonya called through to the kitchen, her tone conveying a request for Mandy to go in there.
"I'm a bit busy, honey!" Mandy called back.
"I know! But there's something I need you to see!"
Mandy tried not to let herself be irritated, despite how much she disliked being interrupted while she was cooking. She made sure nothing was going to be ruined if she walked away for a few minutes, and walked through to the living room. She found Sonya sitting on the couch, still wearing the Santa hat that she'd had on all day. There was some kind of large scrapbook on her lap.
Sonya greeted her girlfriend with a smile and held out the scrapbook. "I got you one more thing."
"What is it?" Mandy asked, a pleasantly confused expression on her face as she walked over.
"Have a look," Sonya encouraged.
Taking the scrapbook, Mandy saw that Sonya had drawn a title on the front in artistic gold lettering: 'Golden Gloves: The Story So Far!'
"Son, what is this?" Mandy cried, opening the cover.
"Something I made. I hope you like it."
Mandy was taken totally by surprise by the wonderful gift. Looking through the pages, she saw glossy print outs of photographs of herself and Sonya. Some had been taken at their old apartment. Some had been taken at the Performance Centre. Others were fan's photos from NXT live events. Towards the middle off the scrapbook there was a selfie-style picture of everyone who had been at their housewarming when they had moved into the new apartment. And lastly, there were shots from the NXT Takeover pre-show where Mandy had made her debut, and some from a more recent TV taping, where it had been Sonya's turn to wrestle on TV for the first time. The back half of the book was currently empty.
"I hope you like it?" Sonya asked eagerly.
Suddenly, Mandy burst into tears. Surprised, Sonya jumped up. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong," Mandy said, trying to get control of herself. "This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. I love it so much. I love you."
"I love you too," Sonya said. Taking the scrapbook, she put it down carefully on the couch. When that was done, she embraced Mandy and held her tight, cradling her head in a loving gesture. "I'm not good at much apart from wrestling. I'm not a creative person. But I really tried my best with that book, so I'm glad you like it."
Squeezing Sonya tightly, Mandy laughed. "Like it? I adore it. We'll have to sit down later and look through it in more detail. But what a lovely, brilliant idea." Having stopped crying, she pulled away and wiped tears from her eyes
"And we still have the second half to fill. Who knows what other memories we will put in there?"
Mandy kissed Sonya lovingly. "I don't know, but I can't wait to share them with you, whatever they are."
They kissed again, but were interrupted by the sound of the alarm on Mandy's phone going off in the kitchen. Wonderful gift or not, the meal that was cooking still needed attending to. "I have to get back in there," she said reluctantly.
Setting her knife and fork down on her completely empty plate, Sonya sighed contentedly. She pushed her chair back from the dining table in the corner of the living room and spread out her arms and legs. "Wow. That was amazing, Mand. I am absolutely stuffed. If it hadn't worked out for you in wrestling, you could have been a chef."
"I'll stick to wrestling for a living and cooking for enjoyment," Mandy smiled from across the table. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It wasn't the best turkey I've ever cooked, but..."
"Girl, don't," Sonya said. "It was divine. I am so full, and I'm tired. I feel like I could have a nap."
Still smiling, Mandy grunted a quiet laugh as she got up from the table. "Bathroom," she announced.
Left to her own devices, Sonya finished off her second glass of wine of the day, then took out her phone. She had a Whatsapp message from Zelina, wishing her a merry Christmas and asking if she was having a good day.
Typing out a reply describing her day so far and asking Zelina how her first Christmas with Adam Cole was going took Sonya a couple of minutes. As she was finishing, she heard Mandy walking back into the living room. "Zel sent me a message," she said, turning around on her chair to face her girlfriend.
Approaching the table, Mandy had a small box wrapped in gift wrap in her hand. It even had a bow around it.
"What's this?" Sonya asked in surprise.
Saying nothing, Mandy held out the box to her.
Taking it, Sonya saw a tag attached to the bow. She turned it over and read it out loud. "For Daria, with love."
"For Daria?" Sonya asked, looking Mandy in the eye. She saw some mischief there.
"That's right. You didn't think I'd go without buying Daria something did you?"
Christ, I'm a lucky woman, Sonya thought. She untied the bow and lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a brand new roll of red duct tape. An odd gift for almost anyone to get for Christmas, but perfect for Daria.
"Well, I'm sure Daria will appreciate the gift," Sonya said, taking the tape out of the box. "I'm sure she will be able to make good use of it."
"Red is the colour for Christmas," Mandy said. "And I know Daria has red gloves she hasn't worn yet. I remember you putting them in the cart when we were shopping a few weeks ago, and I haven't seen them since."
There was a strict rule about Daria's room: Mandy was not allowed to enter unless accompanied by Daria. That way she never knew exactly what surprises might await her in there. It had been a couple of weeks since the last time, so Sonya wasn't surprised by the eagerness. Not for the first time, she considered herself lucky that all she had to do to get her girl fired up was put on some sexy underwear and a pair of rubber gloves. Honestly, the gloves alone would probably be enough for Mandy.
"I can't comment on where they might be," Sonya said, putting on her Daria voice for the first time in a while. She delighted in the excitement she saw in Mandy's eyes at the fact that she had managed to make Sonya's alter ego come out to play.
"How do I find out?" Mandy asked eagerly.
"You start by stripping to your underwear," Daria instructed.
Not needing to be told twice, Mandy quickly kicked off her shoes and removed her top and her pants. In moments she was standing before Daria wearing only a red underwear set. Thanks to being the first one into the bathroom that morning, Sonya hadn't seen what she had put on until now.
"Oh, you chose red," Daria said in approval. "Very festive, and a perfect match for the tape I happen to have."
"And you're going to tape me up with it?" Mandy asked innocently, knowing all of the best ways to get Daria to respond to her.
"Yes, I am," Daria said as she scooped Mandy up in a smooth, fluid motion and dumped her down on the couch, lying on her front. Mandy's only response was to squeal in a combination of surprise and excitement. She made no attempt to resist.
Wasting no time, Daria had already found the end of the roll of tape. She set about wrapping it around Mandy's wrists, binding them securely together behind her back. With that done, Mandy was essentially hers to do whatever she wanted with. But she wasn't done with the tape yet.
Playing her part perfectly, Mandy said, "Are you going to gag me as well?"
"You know damn well I am," Daria said. Climbing onto the couch, she kneeled straddling Mandy's back. Leaning forwards, she pulled a long length of tape tightly over Mandy's mouth, then wrapped the tape around her head a couple more times to make sure that the gag had no chance of coming loose.
"Mmmppph!" Mandy cried into the tape, enjoying how muffled she sounded as much as she knew Daria would do. By now, she was used to the feeling of being securely bound and gagged, and was turned on by it. She also knew that for her, the best was yet to come.
"Now, no kicking, or I'll have to tape your ankles up as well. And trust me, you'd rather be able to spread your legs in a minute."
Mandy writhed against her bonds, more in sexual excitement than a desire to escape the predicament she was in. She grunted ineffectively into her gag, trying to express her willingness to comply.
"Don't try and talk," Daria said unsympathetically. "It'll be a while before you can do that again." With that, she hauled Mandy up from the couch and slung her over her right shoulder, enjoying the muffled protest that came in response.
Heading out of the living room, Sonya used her free hand to open the door to the sanctuary that was Daria's room. It had a double bed with a metal frame that was perfect for tying Mandy to if she so desired, and it had an entire chest of drawers full of goodies that could be used for sexual pleasure, most of which consisted of sexy lingerie in various colours, with pairs of rubber gloves in matching colours. There were also different coloured rolls of tape stashed away, but they would not be needed on this occasion.
Laying Mandy down on the bed, Daria had a strict instruction for her. "If you want me to pleasure you, lay still."
"I want you to pleasure me," Mandy tried to say. The words were of course muffled and indistinguishable behind the tape, but she knew her futile attempts to talk excited Daria.
"I usually put my hair up before I tape up. I guess I'll have to do it afterwards this time," Daria said, using a hair band that had been around her wrist to tie her hair into a ponytail.
Next, Daria moved over to her chest of drawers. "Red seems to be the colour of the day, so let's see what I have, shall we?"
Breathing heavily, Mandy felt warmth and dampness between her legs already. She knew exactly what was going to happen next. Daria was going to wear the red gloves that she had been looking forward to so much.
Knowing what Mandy wanted to see, Daria made a point of changing into a red lace underwear set before producing the matching rubber gloves from the drawer. She turned around and held them up, showing them off to the taped up woman on the bed. "I know you like rubber gloves, Mandy. What do you think of these? They're longer than the ones I usually have. I bet they'll go most of the way up my forearms."
As long as you touch me with them, I don't mind how long they are, Mandy thought as she moaned in anticipation.
After pulling the gloves on, Daria got onto the bed, lying next to Mandy. Mandy awkwardly turned slightly onto her side so that they were looking eye to eye, almost nose to nose.
"Look how tightly your mouth is taped. Fucking gorgeous," Daria said, allowing herself a moment of indulgence.
"Mmm," Mandy sighed weakly, trying her best to look helpless.
"Good girl. I think I shall reward you with you first orgasm. The first of many, of course."
Daria slowly slipped a hand down the front of Mandy's underwear and entered her with two fingers. She was able to feel how wet Mandy already was through the glove. It came as no surprise. Being fingered with rubber gloves was a sure fire guarantee to get Mandy off.
Since it was to be only the first orgasm of many, Daria didn't make any attempt to caress Mandy in any way with her other hand, or to kiss her. That would come later, as would oral, and maybe even a vibrator or two, as things got more intense. For now, her well-practiced hand job technique would be more than adequate to get Mandy there.
Only a coupl of minutes in, she could feel Mandy responding to every motion of her fingers, and her thumb rubbing her clit. Lying with her eyes closed, Mandy was gasping and moaning into her gag, and her wrists involuntarily strained against their bonds as she began to convulse, nearing her peak.
"I love how quickly I can make you come," Daria said.
"Oh my god," Mandy cried in ecstasy. As ever, it came out as muffled nonsense. Even so, her pleasure came across perfectly well.
"That's it," Daria urged, quite calmly. "Come for Daria."
Mandy's eyes opened and rolled back slightly as she released, gasping loudly into the tape.
"Good girl," Daria purred, feeling Mandy's warm fluid soaking her gloved fingers. "Merry Christmas, Mandy."
A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review last time.
Safe to say Mandy is going to enjoy her Christmas day. :D
Next time, we're at the Royal Rumble, and Golden Gloves will be in the women's rumble match! How do you think they will get on? And who do you think will win it? Leave your predictions in a review, and I'll shout out anyone who calls correctly!