The Sub Clause
The Naughty Toy Workshop is the kinky toy factory for people who hit Santa’s naughty list, and Kandy Kane loves her job as Supervisor. The coveted position includes personally testing sex toys, observing those under her command as they research and test new items for this season’s fetish crowd, and the best perk—being The Big Guy’s submissive for the year.
Jolly Old St. Nick has never had a better sub than Kandy to supervise his naughty workshop or fulfill his most kinky desires. With glee, he can’t wait for the night of her performance review, where he has some special plans to reward his sub once the busiest night of the year is complete.
As the big night draws near, Kandy looks forward to her performance review with a mix of exhilaration and sadness. According to the sub clause in her contract, she has to choose her successor from one of the sub-elves in training in the workshop. Little does she know she’s misread the clause, and Santa is about to school her on the finer points of her contract.
As she dried her hands on a towel, she addressed Sweet. “You may have your break early. Then I want you to go to the edible toy section. We need to check on the consistency of the chocolate body paint and make sure the candy cane dildos don’t melt too fast.”
Sweet straightened up, smoothed down her skirt, adjusted her glasses, and blinked at her boss. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Kandy suppressed a smile. “Good work.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Sweet cleared her throat. “Should I help Donna?”
With a nod, Kandy smiled. “Of course. See that she makes it to the showers and break room. I want you to find someone to care for her today. She’s going to need support when she comes out of sub-space.” Kandy shook her head, then winked at Sweet. “Not a bad way to start the day, huh?”
Sweet blushed and giggled. “Indeed, Ma’am.”
As Sweet set to work helping Donna out of her restraints, Kandy took a moment to observe both women. Both went above and beyond in their work. They were always on time, never disobeyed authority, made sure sister subs followed protocol, and were first to volunteer to test new items.
A wistful sigh escaped Kandy’s lips. Both subs would make excellent replacements for her. A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed it back, refusing to shed tears over a fact she’d known since she’d taken the job. A sub clause in her contract with Santa stated that at the end of the year, she had to choose her successor. That knowledge had been the one thing that popped a hole in her balloon of elation over being chosen for the job last year when Santa’s last Alpha Sub retired.
She pushed the intercom button. “All right, Sweet—page me if you need anything. I’ll be going to—”
An emergency alarm sounded. All three women stared at each other in bewilderment.
“What the hell?” Kandy mumbled.
An automated voice filled the room. “Emergency in Fungeon Eleven. Emergency in Fungeon Eleven.”
“Oh great,” Kandy muttered. “Sweet—help Donna. I need to see what this is all about and take care of it before Saint Nick finds out. He’s got enough to worry about.” At the thought of her boss, Kandy’s heart rate sped up. She tried her best every day to serve him as his sub and workshop supervisor. Anything she could handle for him to make his job easier, she did.
Kandy suppressed a smile at the thought of Santa. While she’d enjoy seeing him again and being used by him—one of the best perks of her job—it was the busy season, and she wanted everything to run ship-shape. She gritted her teeth together to keep from grinning. They didn’t call him The Big Guy because his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. Her cunt ached at the thought of his big, fat cock.
“Are you okay?” Sweet asked.
Kandy cleared her throat. “Yes, I’ve got to run.”
“Go,” Sweet said. “I’ve got it from here, Ma’am.”
“Thanks.” Kandy rushed from the room and sprinted down the hall to Fungeon Eleven, the testing room for new Sybians. She burst into the observation room and stared at the sight through the glass. A runaway Sybian that resembled a child’s rocking horse was vibrating around the room like an out-of-control mechanical bull, its test rider hanging on for dear life. Two other elves were chasing it around the room in an attempt to tame it. With its erratic action, neither elf could reach the power cord to unplug it.
Good thing she’s tied to it so she can’t fall off! Kandy’s brain went into overdrive. She whirled around and spied the emergency breaker panel at the back of the room. It would shut off power to this section of the workshop only. She bolted toward it and ripped off the front cover, then flipped the switch. The room descended into darkness, the alarm shut off, and the vibrating noise from the other room ceased.
Kandy breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced around when the emergency lights flickered on. The green glow of the lights cast eerie shadows all around. Kandy hurried into the testing room and helped the elves untie the sub from the horse. Then she unplugged the machine from the wall so they could restore power without the Sybian starting up again.
By the time she’d finished, the two elves—Lexie Latex and Sadie Sadist—had the other sub, Vivian Vibrato, untied from the machine and wrapped in a blanket. They held her close, murmuring words of comfort.
Kandy walked over to the trio and rubbed Vivian’s back. “Are you okay?”
Vivian nodded. “Yeah, just a little shaken up.”
All four women stared at each other, then burst into laughter.
Kandy patted her back and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “I told Santa this idea needed more work. I’m glad you’re all right.” She straightened up and gestured to the control room. “Let’s get out of the testing area and back into the other room where we can look at the findings and see what went wrong.”
All three subs nodded in unison. Lexie and Sadie helped Vivian to her feet, then they followed Kandy into the control room. Kandy startled when the lights came on.
A deep voice spoke from the back of the room. “Ho, ho, ho… Who’s been a naughty elf?”