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I wrote this a few years ago and I meant to repost it yesterday.  Enjoy.


A Very Kinky Christmas





Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the dungeon
Not a creature was stirring not even a sub.

The armbinders were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that St. Goddess would soon be there;

The slaves were all nestled in their cages,
While visions of spankings soon to became the new rage;
And Mistress in her leather, and I in my cock prison,
Had just settled down for a long evening session

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the rack to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I hobbled across the rug,
with a swing, the weights on my balls they did tug.
The moon on the breast of the new-polished latex,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects used out of context,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny slaves,
With a Beautiful Woman, in a tight leather dress,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Goddess.
More rapid than eagles her slaves they all came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Sissy! Now, Slut! Now, Worm and Slave!
On, Pony-boy! On, Pussy! On, Maggot and Knave!
To the top of the rack! To the top of the Bondage Wall!
Now spank away! Spank away! Spank away all!"
As a hurried breath after a swat will escape
When they are ordered, an ass they would begin to rape
So up to the dungeon-top the slaves they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and St. Goddess too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard through the glass
the shriek and the scream after each swat on the ass.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
down the stairs St. Goddess came with a bound.

From her head to her feet she was dressed in latex and leather,
Her beauty was so stunning you could knock me over with a feather;
A bundle of clamps she had hanging from her bod,
If she knew what I was thinking she would spare me no rod.
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her bosom so smooth!
Her cheeks were like roses, her butt made my cock move!

Her droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer,
and when I saw her strap-on, my heart jumped in fear;
The shaft of a dildo she held tight in her hand,
my ass she inspected and threatened to brand;
She had a beautiful face and a little round butt,
with a look of disdain she called me her mutt.
She was tall and statuesque, a strict woman of power,
in whose shadow I did cower;

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the armbinders; then turned with a jerk,
She saddled me up and took me for a quick ride,
And after giving a nod, up the stairs she did glide;
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team she gave the leather,
And away they all flew like the down of a feather.


But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,
"Happy Bondage to all, and to all a good-night."


Copyright 2003 by subhubby31atyahoo.com


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