Christmas slave

I woke up late. 10 am Christmas morning.  I am well rested and ready for the day. I go downstairs and into the training room. Good, he is awake. Silent and kneeling in the cage, waiting for is first Christmas day instruction.
I unlock the cage door and tell him to “Get out and fill Me a bath.” I also give him instructions on the clothes I am to wear today. I take a seat and listen to him hurrying around upstairs. he knows very well that he must hurry as I want My cup of tea.
I take the hot tea from him, and rest My feet on his back. Sipping My tea I tell him what I will have for breakfast. Fried bacon, poached eggs and pureed baked beans.
First, My bath. he takes My robe and assists Me into the bath. he wets My hair and adds shampoo. he rubs Me with a soapy flannel all over, and uses a soft brush on My nails. After carefully rinsing My hair, he adds conditioner. After dutifully making sure I am comfortable in the bath, he fetches My creams and make up for application, and My clothes.
Clean, dry, creamed and dressed, I lead him downstairs. I demand more tea to drink as I wait for breakfast. The crushing of baked beans with a tea spoon will take some time, and I get bored easily.
he hands Me My plate of food, and kneels on all fours in front of Me. I place My breakfast on his back, and eat. I cut off the excess white from the egg, and the fat from the bacon, and scrape the food from My plate onto the floor in front of him. I will allow him to eat the scraps from the floor when I am finished.
“Now, as it is Christmas, I want you to be decorated. Stand up and fetch Me that box.”
I kick his legs apart and reach for the first of the tinsel. I start to wrap it around his penis. Nice and tight, under his testicles and to the top of his penis. I laugh. I grab for more tinsel, and wrap it from his cock and balls up to and around his neck. I grab his arms, and pull them behind his back. I wrap the together. Then from his wrists, and travel to the front to his penis. I start to hang baubles from the tinsel. I add more tinsel up and down his arms, and up and down his legs. Laughing as I do, he looks completely ridiculous.
“Get down on your knees, you stupid boy. I need to add the sparkle to the top of the tree.”
I grab his hair and begin to twist. I have a big heavy star to add, but it must be secured tight. I clip in the star and switch on the lights. They start to flash red and green. he looks so funny and stupid.
“Don’t drop it. Bend over.” And as he does, I kick him straight in his tinselled balls.
“Thank You, Mistress.” he groans.
"Now take this tinsel and get into your cage. I am going out. When I return, I want to see your cage looking neatly festive."
It is difficult. There is little room now he is bound at the wrist with a star on his head. I kick the cage door behind him, and lock it shut.