A Christmas Present from The Fetish Show, no matter if you’ve been naughty or nice.
Twas the night before masochistmas, when all through the palace
Not a dom was stirring, not even a phallus.
The fishnets were hung by the cross with care
In hopes that cruel mistress soon would be there.
The subs were chained all snug in their beds
While visions of ball gags danced in their heads.
And I in my corset and Sir with his blade
Had delighted in punishing my fourth naughty slave.
When out of the sobbing, arose such a noise
so startled was I, I dropped my new toys.
Up to the din I ran with a dash
Whilest Sir kept carving on kitty’s sweet ass.
The moon did shine on the whelps of my pet
illuminating desires that soon would be met.
When, what to my lusting eyes would appear
But a brimming full sleigh and eight slaves, my dear.
With a hot young driver, so lively and thick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than time, his slaves they came
And he yelled and shouted and called them by name!
Now pet, now slave, now sub and slut
On Sissy, on worm, on bottom and cunt!
I ask you to serve, he said so curt
With you toys I will play, I vow it will hurt.
Flogged, spanked, beaten, and tied
They came one and all, with their legs open wide.
Down to the palace, the slaves they did fly
with the sleigh full of toys and St. Nick, what a guy!
Lusting for action, I ran down the stairs
with bouncing breasts and nipples bare.
As I drew up my corset and was turning around
from in front of the fireplace came a moaning sound.
He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his boot
And his jet black eyes were as dark as soot
A bundle of toys he’d flung to the floor
while he called all his slaves my dirty little whores.
His eyes how they sparkled, his cock big and full,
I knew in a moment, this would be a great Yule!
A willing slave’s lips he was busy penetrating
Never in my life, had I seen such a mating.
Minutes later, his whip held in hand
What voracious lust had possessed this man!
He fucked all the slaves, both asses and mounds
Until they lay spent on the cold hard ground.
He was tall and strong, nothing like an elf
And I gasped when I saw him, in spite of myself.
Great pain and great pleasure were his clear intent,
but all his fun I began to resent.
He spoke not a word then went right to his task
He filled all my stockings with leather and masks.
With his mission accomplished, his eye gave a wink
to the roof went St. Nick and his slaves in a blink.
He strode to his sleigh, to the slaves he clapped
they all flew away, no time for a nap.
But I heard him clearly as he drove out of sight,
Merry XXXmas to all and to all a good night.
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