Merry BDSM X-Mas!
Not an original work, but I don't have the source handy. Still I'd like to share:
Twas the night before Christmas, & all through the house; Not a sound escaped from any gagged mouth;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, as the Dom preferred to crop legs that were bare, & all hoped that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
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The bottoms were wrapped up all snug in their beds, While dreams of endorphins whirled in their heads;
And my slave in her harness, & I in my hood, were resting from a caning with hickory wood, When outside the house there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
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Away to the window I flew like a flash, then thought better of it & threw on my wrap.
The moon on the breast of the now-dozing sub, had a lustre that distracted from objects above,
But still to my wandering eyes did appear, a miniature sleigh, & eight horny dears,
With a little old driver, so lively & quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
~
More rapid than wannas his coursers they came, And he whistled, & shouted, & called them by name;
"Now, LASHER! now, jessie! now, topazz & VIXEN! On, Suga Cookie, on Mrs Naughty Elf! on Ronin & IAN,
To the Top of the house we bring toys for all! Now go down & don't crash & try not to stall !"
~
As good slaves they altered the course of their flight, like eight tails towards a target in a pattern tight,
And came down near the chimney with it's open flue, With the sleigh full of toys, & St. Nicholas too.
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And then, in a twinkling, I heard over my head, The rattling chains of eight harnessed bipeds, As I drew in my hand, & was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came, loosely self-bound.
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He was dressed in clear latex, from his head to his foot, Which protected his person from the ashes & soot; His bundle was bulging with toys so wonderfully mean, And he looked like a pitcher planning a very long scene
~
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his welts how merry! All his cheeks were so rosy, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as wet as the snow.
~
The handle of a whip he held tight in his teeth, And the tails draped over his neck like a wreath; He had a broad face & a little round belly, That shook when he laughed as my knees turned to jelly.
~
He was chubby & plump, a right jolly old elf, And he placed new Journal Entries on my reading shelf; A wink of his eye & a silent nod of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
~
He spoke not a word, but did just as he was tasked, And filled the toychest with all for which we had asked, Then grabbing his harness & inserting his toes, And giving a tug, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whipping, And away they all flew lest their skin take a stripping,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, "A HAPPY HOLIDAY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT.
Oh yes, Merry Christmas to all.
Twas the night before Christmas, & all through the house; Not a sound escaped from any gagged mouth;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, as the Dom preferred to crop legs that were bare, & all hoped that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
~
The bottoms were wrapped up all snug in their beds, While dreams of endorphins whirled in their heads;
And my slave in her harness, & I in my hood, were resting from a caning with hickory wood, When outside the house there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
~
Away to the window I flew like a flash, then thought better of it & threw on my wrap.
The moon on the breast of the now-dozing sub, had a lustre that distracted from objects above,
But still to my wandering eyes did appear, a miniature sleigh, & eight horny dears,
With a little old driver, so lively & quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
~
More rapid than wannas his coursers they came, And he whistled, & shouted, & called them by name;
"Now, LASHER! now, jessie! now, topazz & VIXEN! On, Suga Cookie, on Mrs Naughty Elf! on Ronin & IAN,
To the Top of the house we bring toys for all! Now go down & don't crash & try not to stall !"
~
As good slaves they altered the course of their flight, like eight tails towards a target in a pattern tight,
And came down near the chimney with it's open flue, With the sleigh full of toys, & St. Nicholas too.
~
And then, in a twinkling, I heard over my head, The rattling chains of eight harnessed bipeds, As I drew in my hand, & was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came, loosely self-bound.
~
He was dressed in clear latex, from his head to his foot, Which protected his person from the ashes & soot; His bundle was bulging with toys so wonderfully mean, And he looked like a pitcher planning a very long scene
~
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his welts how merry! All his cheeks were so rosy, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as wet as the snow.
~
The handle of a whip he held tight in his teeth, And the tails draped over his neck like a wreath; He had a broad face & a little round belly, That shook when he laughed as my knees turned to jelly.
~
He was chubby & plump, a right jolly old elf, And he placed new Journal Entries on my reading shelf; A wink of his eye & a silent nod of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
~
He spoke not a word, but did just as he was tasked, And filled the toychest with all for which we had asked, Then grabbing his harness & inserting his toes, And giving a tug, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whipping, And away they all flew lest their skin take a stripping,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, "A HAPPY HOLIDAY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT.
Oh yes, Merry Christmas to all.