The Night Before Christmas

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
The submissives were kneeling, ball-gags in their mouths;
The stockings were worn by the good girls with care
In the hopes that their Mistress would tickle them there.

The bad girls were writhing, all tied to their beds
With visions of spankings that danced in their heads;
And Mistress all decked in her high leather heels
Walked slowly beside them and teased till they squealed.

When down in the dungeon, there arose such a clatter
The slaves all looked up, to see what was the matter;
Away to the stairs, Mistress moved in a flash
Suspecting that someone needed slapped on her ass.

And up from the dungeon the slave then appeared
Clutching armfuls of dildos all textured and weird;
“Mistress, forgive me,” said slave with a sob
“I tripped on my heels whilst doing my job!”

Crossing both of her arms, Mistress thought for a minute
And glanced at slave’s ass with the jeweled butt plug in it;
Then reached her hand out with the gentlest of touches
And took a black dildo from out of slave’s clutches.

“Take this, my sweet,” the Mistress she said,
“and put it up in you,” with a pat of her head;
The slave realized then what she already knew,
What Mistress had asked her, she surely would do.

Because Christmas was coming and Mistress was kind,
To forego a spanking and spare her behind;
And if she was lucky, the best gift of all,
The taste of her pussy, merry Christmas to all!