(Sorry about the domain name snafu. It makes me wonder why Santa would even send me a present like this.)
It was late Christmas Eve. I had just watched a Christmas movie on my computer. Since I lived all alone there wasn’t much more I could do other than go to bed early or watch something else into Christmas day.
Imagine my surprise when I received a knock at my door. There was no one I knew who would be coming to visit. I assumed they had the wrong door and thus proceeded to ignore it.
The knocking continued. In exasperation I went to the door and opened it up. What I saw made my jaw fall to the floor.
Standing before me was a young woman in a Christmas outfit. There was white fluff around her wrists and skirt, with a thick black belt crossing her waist. White stockings went down to a set of red heels. She was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage.
“Are you the one who writes drowning stories for all those websites?”
I eyed her dubiously. “Who are you? I wasn’t expecting anybody this time of night.”
“You’ve been very good this year writing drowning stories. Santa sent me for you to drown. My name is Leanne.”
She grabbed herself as she shivered. “Could I please come in? I’m freezing to death out here.”
I still had no idea who she was. But I couldn’t very well leave her out there, could I? So I opened the door and motioned for her to come inside.
“Thank you,” she said appreciatively once indoors. “It’s really nippy outside.” I was tempted to correct her by saying it was nippily. But I didn’t want to get slapped.
“Are you sure you’ve got the right address?” I asked carefully. “I really wasn’t expecting someone as…”
“Someone as what?”
“Someone as pretty as you knocking to get inside my door.”
She blushed as she smiled warmly, brushing the hair out of her face. “You sure make a woman feel attractive.”
“I, uh… thanks.” I was trying not to stare at her cleavage.
“You write drowning stories; correct?”
“How did you know that?”
“And you go by the name of Riwa on the forums, right?”
“See, that’s just it. How do you know all this stuff?”
“I told you Santa sent me to be your Christmas present.”
“My Christmas present?”
“Of course. I’m here to drown for you.”
I was stunned. “You’re joking.”
“Not at all. I’m quite serious.”
“Yeah, but I only write stories. I’ve never engaged in the real thing.”
“Well tonight you get to engage in the real thing.” Then she smiled knowingly at me
She giggled as she stepped over in front of the fireplace. Then she smiled as she showed herself off. “Do I look like the type of person you’d like to drown?”
“Isn’t that kind of a loaded question?”
“Well let me put it to you this way. Do I look like the type of person you’d like to see holding her breath until the bubbles poured out of her nose?”
“Well, I do like bubbles.”
“But do you like drowning bubbles?”
“Yeah, they’re just as good as any other… perhaps even better.”
“That’s what I thought. That’s why Santa sent me.”
“He sent you?”
“Well your name came up for a special Christmas present. When I heard about what would be expected of me I leaped at the chance. Shall we go look at your bathroom now?”
“Hey wait a minute!” But she turned and headed off down the hall, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t worry about me. I can find it.”
I followed her to my bathroom. She wrinkled her nose at the size of my tub. “Not the biggest one I would like to drown in. But I suppose it will have to do.”
She knelt over and started the water. She tested it to determine the kind of temperature she desired. Then she started to undress right in front of me.
“Hey, wait! If you’re cold and you want to take a bath, let me get the hell out of here!”
She was half undressed as I turned to go. She grabbed me and asked me to help her finish undressing. So she sat on the toilet and gave me each foot to remove her heels and stockings.
“Perfect,” she gasped with delight. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m getting just a little bit excited and breathless about drowning for you. So I might need these.”
She held her hands out toward me. A moment later a set of metal handcuffs appeared from out of nowhere. By now I was truly unnerved.
“You’re not going to feel bad about drowning me, are you?”
“Yes, I think I just might.”
“Well don’t be. I’m here of my own free will.” Then she shook her head.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“That outfit will never do.”
“What outfit? Mine?”
I looked at what I was wearing. A moment later she waved a hand. The next thing I know I’m wearing all black, a hood with eyelets over my face.
“Much better,” she told me with a smile. “I think we’ll go with the ‘intruder scenario’. How does that sound to you?”
“Oh you know. You broke into my house and drowned me in my bath.”
“But we’re in my house. And this is my bath.”
“A small technicality Santa can easily rectify when he comes to get my body. It doesn’t really matter where this takes place, right?” Then she turned off the water as she observed, “That should be enough to drown me.”
To my shock she put her hands behind her back and cuffed her wrists. Then she climbed into the tub. She got down flat and then tested it out as though getting her bearings.
“Shall I do a couple of breathholds first?”
“Now see here!” She just smiled as she inhaled deeply and then submerged.
She got water right up her nose, but it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. She looked up at me and blew a few bubbles past her lips. Then she blew a stream of nose bubbles before she brought her head back up.
“How’s that?” she asked with a glint in her eye. “Are we ready to proceed? Or do you want another test of my breathholding abilities? Maybe you’ll want to hold me down for a really long time before I drown.”
“Now just a damned minute!” But she’d already submerged again.
She lay a bit on her side because of her cuffed wrists. I saw how erect her nipples had become. To my embarrassment I found myself getting hard.
She stayed down for quite a while. Then she came up panting for breath. She smiled as she told me, “I’m ready, Riwa.”
“So how are we supposed to do this again?”
“I’m the fair damsel and you’re the intruder. Don’t tell me you’ve never written a scenario like this one before.”
“I, uh… I’ve written so many.”
“I’ve seen you and you can’t leave any witnesses behind. You caught me in my bath and used some handcuffs you brought with you. Now we’d better get started. After all, Santa will be here after a bit to pick me back up.”
“You a toy or something?”
“I’m as real as you are.”
“Well maybe I’m not real,” I murmured, looking around my bathroom. The whole thing suddenly seemed so damned surreal.
“Just push down on my head, ok? Just for fun you can push down on one of my tits and give me a little drowning grope while you’re at it.”
“Are you sure about all this?”
“I told you Santa sent me. Now can we get this show on the road? I’m so excited thinking I’m going to drown in in the next few minutes.”
“Well, I’ll admit I’m a little bit frightened. But that just adds to the arousal factor, don’t you think? And judging by your bulge I’d say I’m one Christmas present you can’t wait to drown.”
“Well, I don’t know about that…” Then I heard fireworks going off outside in the distance. Someone was ringing in Christmas with leftovers from the fourth of July.”
“Do it, Riwa! Do it now!” Then she took a big breath and submerged.
I clumsily reached down and pushed on her head. Then I put my hand on a breast. It was warm and yielding.
She grinned up at me for just a second. Then she started to struggle. Instantly I let her up.
She came up looking incredibly annoyed. “Riwa, what are you doing??”
“You were struggling!”
“I’m supposed to struggle! It’s not a home invasion if I don’t struggle. Besides, my thrashing and bubbles will make it more fun for the both of us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just ask your bulge,” she said with a laugh.
“Don’t look down there.”
“Why not? I want you to enjoy my drowning. That will make Santa’s present special, right?”
“Now let’s get back to it. This time if I struggle you just push down even harder. Got it?”
“I don’t know how long it will be before Santa comes around. So we’d better get to it.” Then she inhaled and submerged.
I put my hand down on her head. Then I put my other hand on her breast. She moaned as I squeezed it a little.
She looked up at me and smiled. Then her expression changed to one of fear. I almost let her back up again. But I didn’t want the Jolly Old Elf to be mad at the way I treated his present. I didn’t want him to kidnap my unappreciative ass and drop me off somewhere over the North Pole.
I held her down as she appeared to hold her breath. She wriggled and struggled, but I don’t think she fought very hard. I suspect she was concerned her actions might cause me to let her back up again for another breath.
It wasn’t long before nose bubbles started coming up. She really got a look of alarm in her expression. I wondered if it was from a lack of air in her lungs or a sudden change of mind.
She really began thrashing about, her legs kicking up a storm. She lost more nose bubbles. Her body appeared to kick into that instinctive reflex of struggling to survive. Then she gulped water.
She began hitching and gurgling as she convulsed at the bottom of my tub. There wasn’t a ton of water at our disposal to pull off her drowning. But apparently there was just enough.
She jerked and spasmed as she gulped water. At the last second I wondered if she’d changed her mind. Maybe it was just a natural reaction. Shamefully my natural reaction was to cream my pants.
She finally began to settle down at the bottom of the tub. Her mouth gaped open as she twitched less and less. Then she hardly moved at all.
I let her go and looked down at her. She stayed down at the bottom of the tub with her face submerged. There was no movement whatsoever.
I pulled my hands up and shook the water droplets off. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. Then I stood there staring down at her.
What the hell had I done? Was this real? I suddenly felt faint and disoriented.
I made my way to the living room where I collapsed into a chair. I tried to process in my mind what had just happened. But I couldn’t make heads or tails of it…
I jerked awake about 1:30 in the morning. I thought I heard sleigh bells outside. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but I’m not sure it helped much.
I remembered what had happened and made a mad rush to the bathroom. But the tub was empty and dry. There was no sign of my drowning victim anywhere.
I looked all around. But there was no evidence a drowning had even occurred in the bathroom. I shook my head, wondering if I’d dreamed it all.
I was about to leave when something caught my eye. I bent down and looked around the toilet. Lying there was a pair of long white ladies’ stockings.
I picked them up and stared at them in astonishment. What the hell? I found myself wondering if maybe I needed to take another nap in the hopes the whole thing would turn out to be a dream. If so, what a dream it had certainly turned out to be…
2018 (written dec 23 ’18 by riwa)