Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the cave

Not a body was moving, not even a slave;

The stockings were worn on their legs with such care,

In hopes that the Mistress soon would be there;

The subs were prostrated all bare in their beds,

While dreams of bare feet danced in their heads;

And my porn in the TV, and with my lesbian bitch,

Had just finished for the day and decided to switch,

When out on the surface there arose such a noise,

I sprang from the seat and hid away the toys.

I ran to the window with the speed of cars,

Pulled back the curtain and looked between the bars.

The moon in the sky and the new-fallen snow

Gave the most erieous of glow to objects below,

When, my eyes tried to see in this worsening weather,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight men in leather,

With a tall curvey driver, so lively and ageless,

I knew in a moment it must be the Mistress.

More sonic than airplanes her lines they came,

And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dirt! now, Dung! now, Ass and Vixen!

On, Slime! on Shit! on, Fucker and Bitchen!

To the top of the garage! to the top of the wall!

Now mush away! mush away! mush away all!"

As hot wax that falls on the shivering skin,

They jumped to the top, and mounted the twin,

So up to the house-top the ‘a****ls’ they flew,

With the bag full of toys, and the Mistress too.

And then, a ruckas, then I heard them stay put

The movement stopped of each booted foot.

As I gave a nice smile, and was turning around,

Down the chimney the Mistress came with a bound.

She was dressed all in vinyl, from her head to her waist,

And her feet looked perfect and delicious to taste;

A bundle of toys she had flung in her sack,

And she looked like a young girl just opening her pack.

Her eyes -- how they sparkled! her lips how sexy!

Her breasts were like melons, her legs so flxi!

Her puckered little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And her creamy skin was as pale as the snow;

The handle of a whip she held tight in her teeth,

And she smacked her ass and placed it in a sheath;

She had red painted nails and the most appetizing toes,

That would tease and smother the very tip of your nose.

She woke up the slaves, from their comfy cold cots,

And she tied them up in their ropes with tight knots;

With her shoes and her feet, to a sub she did tread,

Then chose to sit on another girl’s head;

She spoke not a word, as so into her work,

and had girls suck her toes and she gave only a smirk,

And laying her finger on the inside of her thigh,

All the girls orgasimed and made them all cry;

She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a shout,

And away they took off into the sky after a quick sprout.

But I heard her say, as she went out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a fetish--night."