Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not a man nor a mouse.
The slaves hung their collars on hooks in the hall,
In hope that their Master would pay them a call.
Submissive`s were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of chastisement danced in their heads.
While some settled in for a long winter's nap,
I tried self-bondage with red Saran Wrap.
When out in the hall, there arose such a clatter,
I tried to escape and see what was the matter.
Pocket knife and scissors were just out of reach,
And I felt like a whale washed up on the beach.
fell off the bed then and onto the floor,
When I heard the soft creaking of my bedroom door.
Mummified, helpless, I shivered with fear,
The sound of large boots drawing ever so near.
Then a gloved hand caressed me and brought me such calm,
I knew in a moment it must be my Dom.
But in moments he had me tied fast to the bed,
With my butt in the air and a hood on my head.
Then flogger, then paddle, then strap, and then cane,
Clothespins and lead weights, hot wax and cold chains.
From the top of my head to the tip of my toes,
My flesh stung and tingled and reddened to rose.
I heard the wind whistle: the bullwhip let fly,
It was all I could do to stifle a cry.
And just when I thought I could take it no more,
He stopped, and was quiet. O what was in store?
And then, in a twinkling, I heard his warm voice,
My safe word unneeded, he stopped at his choice.
He untied my hands, and turned me around,
Took off my blindfold, and I was unbound.
He was dressed all in black, from his gloves to his shoes,
And he gave me that look I can never refuse.
A bundle of toys had been stuffed in his pack,
To bind me and beat me -- a Christmas Eve snack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His smile was seductive, and a little bit scary!
He next had me hog tied, drawn up like a bow,
And put clamps on my nipples to ad d to my woe.
With a sharp sprig of holly clenched tight in my teeth,
He adorned me to look like a bright Christmas wreath.
He dumped out his bag - a shower of things,
From dildos to talons to harsh nipple rings.
And there an extension cord dead in my sights,
It wasn't for plugging in Christmas tree lights.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Secured all the bindings; tightened ropes with a jerk.
Then a cruel smile crossed over his bright lips,
And he admired his work with his hands on his hips.
Then he packed up his things, and moved to the door,
Was he planning to leave me? Would he come back for more?
And I heard him exclaim, as he moved out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT
