passionfirenmo
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The Night before Christmas M/s style
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a slave was stirring, as they were tied down with chain
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
and St Andrews cross stood empty and bare
The slaves were nestled all snug in there beds,
while visions of floggers danced in there heads
The Master in his leather, and we in our slave cap,
had just settled down after he gave us our whack
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
we crept from our beds to see what was the matter
A way to the window we flew very quickly,
tripped over some handcuffs and cursed softley and thickly
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
gave the luster of mid day to objects below
When what to my sleep crusted eyes should unfurl,
but a miniture sleigh pulled by eight pony girls
With a Master as a driver so forbidding and stern,
i knew in a moment I had a great deal to learn
More rapid than eagles his pony girls came,
and he whipped them and shouted and called them by name
Now dashslave, now danceslave, now pranceslave and switch,
on slutgirl, on slavegirl on subgirl on bitch
To the top of the porch to the training room wall,
and I'll redden your bottoms should one of you fall
As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine tails flow,
when they meet with an obstacle gather courage and go
So up to the house top the pony girls flew,
with the sleigh full of sex toys and the Master too
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of pony girl boots
As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,
in through the front door the Master did strode
He was dressed all in black from head to his feet,
and his clothes were all studded leathered and neat
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked very menacing opening his pack
His eyes they were hard with a definite power,
his countenance cold and all felt his power
His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
for the unlucky slave who caused him to grieve
The goatee he sported lent a devilish air,
as did the slight spatter of his gray hair
He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso,
that hardened and flexed and gave force to every blow
He was lean stern and fit quite the master of our dreams,
and we wanted to serve him so went down on our knees
He looked down upon us with a turn of his head,
he made our souls tremble while our hearts filled with dread
He spoke not a rod but put us straight to work,
he watched us in silence idly tapping his squirt
Heelme he commanded the lone words he would say,
and he stalked out the door as we all rushed to obey
He srang to his sleigh to his team cracking the whip,
Pulled us in his sleigh where we hung scared and limp
And he whispered to us all I shall teach you all a lesson,
Happy Christmas new slaves tonight we shall have a session
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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Merry Christmas To All - 
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