
‘Twas the night before Christmas in the good Master’s house
All her urges were stirring like a good little mouse;
Her stockings were lace, and the rest of her bare.
In hopes of the pleasure of tonight’s dark affair;
Her wrists were bound tightly and tied to the bed,
While visions of decadence danced in her head;
And she in her blind fold only heard the whip crack
As she pictured the pain when it met with her back,
When out of her mouth there arouse such a moan,
The kind that sends shivers right down to the bone.
Under her stockings she felt on her flesh,
With a razor sharp blade he cut through the mesh.
His hands playing music on skin white as snow,
Gave waves of deep longing to the fires down below,
Then what to her wondering eyes should appear,
The blind-fold was gone and her Master was there,
He stood right above her, all swollen and thick,
She writhed in her bindings as her lips she did lick.
His hand barely brushed her and yet she still came,
And pulsated, and shouted and called out his name;
“Oh MASTER, my MASTER, please take me my king!
My RULER, my LOVER, I will do ANYTING!
From the top of her head! to the tip of her toes!
She barely could think in the heat of their throes!
As she thought she “I can’t take it” and that she must die,
He withdrew from her body but his smile was wry,
So off to the toy chest the good master flew,
To the trunk full of fun things for naughty girls too.
And then in a twinkling the master was there,
Dripping hot melted wax on her skin cool and bare.
He drew back his hand and with a slap to her here face,
She writhed, and her cum soaked what was left of her lace.
He wrapped his strong hand around her small neck,
Her vision all dimmed to sparkles and flecks;
He parted her then, sliding deep, deep within her,
As the blood rushed her brain she began to quiver.
His eyes – how they twinkled with sadistic light!
She was helpless beneath him to her great delight!
The waves of her pleasure were beginning to ramp;
And that’s when the master, pulled out the clamps.
He took her nipple tight in his teeth,
Still stroking and pounding her hot flesh beneath;
The clamps, right after the bite were applied,
And through the all the pain, tears of pleasure she cried.
He was wicked and harsh, a right proper sadist,
And he laughed when he saw that her pain was the greatest,
With a wink of his eye and wicked delight,
He continued to ravish her deep into the night.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And defiled her completely and then at last, with a jerk,
He shuddered and filled her with a hot load of cum
And to her surprise he wasn’t quite done.
He gathered the things to tend to her welts
This was not the time for floggers or belts
And she drifted to sleep under his caring sight
He whispered Merry Christmas my love, and kissed her goodnight.
MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU KINKY FUCKERS!
From @1-sadistic-lover and @spoiled-lil-kitten

