A Version of 12 Days of Christmas
(Kinky Style)
On the first day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the second day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the third day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
5 anal beads, 4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
7 crops of swinging, 6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
8 floggers flogging, 7 crops of swinging, 6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
9 candles dripping, 8 floggers flogging, 7 crops of swinging, 6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for
my knees.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
10 lords of whipping, 9 candles dripping, 8 floggers flogging, 7 crops of swinging, 6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small
feather pillow for my knees.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
11 pairs of stockings, 10 lords of whipping, 9 candles dripping, 8 floggers flogging, 7 crops of swinging, 6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball gags,3 blind folds, 2
nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...
12 orgasms screaming, 11 pairs of stockings, 10 lords of whipping, 9 candles dripping, 8 floggers flogging, 7 crops of swinging, 6 tubes of KY, 5 anal beads, 4 ball
gags, 3 blind folds, 2 nipple clamps and a small feather pillow for my knees.
A Version of 12 Days of Christmas
(Kinky Style 2)
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my master gave to me...
12 brand new paddles, 11 pinwheels turning, 10 crops to smack me, 9 whips for flogging, 8 vampire gloves, 7 candles burning, 6 fuzzy handcuffs, 5 feet of chain,
4 clothespins, 3 flaming wands, 2 blindfolds, and a whipping on a shiny new cross.
The Doms are bringing their
floggers to town.
(the tune of
"Santa Claus is Coming to Town")
You better not whine, you better not move,
Better not talk I’m telling you why,
The Doms are bringing their floggers to town.
They’re tying you tight, and checking it twice,
Gonna make sure you’re naughty not nice,
The Doms are bringing their floggers to town.
They see you when you’re weeping,
They see when it’s all fun,
They know if you’re in sub-space,
They’ll find you if you run.
O! You better watch out, you better submit,
You better not flinch or they’ll double the hit,
The Doms are bringing their floggers to town.
I’m dreaming of a new Master
(to the tune of "White Christmas")
I’m dreaming of a new master,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the hits are sound,
And spankings abound,
And the whips are used just so.
I’m dreaming of a new master,
With every painful step I take,
Where he knows my limits,
And I want to submit,
With every command that he makes.
I’m dreaming of a new master,
With every dungeon that I see,
May he give pleasure to me,
And may all these pleasures be free!
The 12 days of a Dom Christmas
By SDK
On the first day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
A sub tied to a pair tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the forth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Seven candles dripping....
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Eight sub`s a squirming...
Seven candles a dripping....
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Nine naked subs dancing...
Eight sub's a squirming...
Seven candles a dripping....
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Ten Doms a flogging...
Nine naked subs dancing...
Eight sub's a squirming...
Seven candles a dripping....
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Eleven fannies to be spanked...
Ten Doms a flogging...
Nine naked subs dancing...
Eight sub's a squirming...
Seven candles a dripping....
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true slave gave to me...
Herself tied to sister sub....
Eleven fannies to be spanked...
Ten Doms a flogging...
Nine naked subs dancing...
Eight sub's a squirming...
Seven candles a dripping....
Six different nipple clamps....
FIRE PLAY with Sir Kane!!!...
Four rings a piercing...
3 French ticklers...
Two matching floggers...
And a sub tied to a pair tree.
Letters to Santa
Deer Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer.
Yer Frend,
BiLLy
Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a fucking book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the
space ranger. At least HE can spell!
Santa
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!
Love,
Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa
Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love,
Teddy
Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass
constantly?
It's time to give up that dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love,
Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love,
Susan
Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of scotch.
Santa
Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?
Your friend,
Thomas
Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa
Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love,
Jessica
Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one?
Timmy
Timmy,
That whiney begging crap may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.
Santa
Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our house?
Love,
Marky
Mark,
First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your butt whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent
apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
The Night Before Christmas
(BDSM Style)
Author: Unknown
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
The Masters were spanking their Frauleins and Fraus,
Mistress and Switch in black leather and chains
Were chastising their subbies with paddles and canes
When down in the dungeon there came such a clatter
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter
Jumped up, tripped over, and fell on my face
Forgot that my Domme had just lashed me in place!
Away to the window I made a mad dash
Threw open the window, felt the cool on my ass
And then through the smoke and the snow and the swirls
Came a rusty old sleigh drawn by twelve pony girls
With bells on their nipples and stripes on their asses
They pulled and they strained, those twelve little lasses
The drunken old driver stood holding his dick
I knew by the "red nose" that this was old Nick
Slower then snails his chargers they came
And he whipped and he flailed as he called them by name
"Come on Toni and Tina and Tammy
Pull the sleigh or I'll paddle your fanny
And Judy and Julie and Gina and Jilly
With blazing red asses you look somewhat silly.
Steffie and Kathie and Kimmie and Kay
You bend yourselves over..its floggins today"
Up on the roof, he went, stumbled and fell
And down the chimney he came screaming like hell
He staggered and stumbled and fell out the door
Tripped over a flogger we'd left on the floor
I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU KINKSTERS...
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
Another
"Twas the Night Before Christmas
(Kinky Style)
by
merwench
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ranch,
Not a creature was stirring, and it wasn't by chance.
The wench was strung up by the chimney with care,
Hoping her dear Master soon would be there.
The critters were nestled all warm on their rugs,
The wench was still waiting, tied snug as a bug.
Then into the room there swept her dear Master.
He threw down his coat, and she heard evil laughter.
"I've been busy shopping," he said with a leer.
"I've brought lots of toys to give bad girls good cheer."
Then out of a black velvet bag he did pull
A whole bunch of toys to make happy her Yule!
A flogger, a paddle, a crop, and a whip,
A St. Andrew's cross, some clothespins to zip,
A collar locked up with a padlock quite tight,
And leather restraints that would hold her just right,
Nipple clamps, suction cups, speculums too,
A Wartenberg wheel, and mint-flavored lube,
Some candles, some ropes, a new cupping set,
A new leather harness that made her quite wet,
A blindfold, a gag, a new spanking bench,
And finally a bunny-fur mitt for the wench.
The Master approached her, his eyes all a-twinkle,
And asked, "My dear wench, how's this little wrinkle?
quot;I'll tie you, I'll flog you, I'll pinch and I'll tickle,
"I'll have so much fun, putting you in a pickle!"
The wench, she was speechless, her legs had gone weak,
As she dreamed of his hand going "smack!" on her cheeks.
Her eyes cast submissively down to the floor,
She was ready to answer when in through the door
Came another, dressed up in a red velvet suit,
With eight tiny reindeer in close, hot pursuit.
"What is this?" the new one, old Santa, he asked.
His eyebrow arched knowingly, slapping her ass.
"You perverts! You freaks! Is this Christmas to you?
"You've forgotten some of my favorite tools!"
Then out of his bag he pulled two more toys,
Sure to bring pleasure to girls and to boys:
A full bondage harness, made just for suspension,
A swing to go with it, that got her attention!
Then back through the door old Santa did go,
And merwench and Master once more were alone.
"It's playtime," said Master, his eyes all aglint,
As he started to fasten a clamp to her clit.
She moaned, she sighed, she thrashed and she wriggled,
And out in the yard she heard Santa giggle.
Then Santa exclaimed, as their house he was leaving,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Beating!"
Yet Another
"Twas the Night Before Christmas
(Kinky Style)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain)
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.
The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of floggers danced in their heads;
The Dom in his leather, and I in my slave cap,
Had just settled down after getting our whacks.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony boys and girls,
With a Dominant driver, so forbidding and stern,
I knew in a moment I'd 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, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and 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 flow,
When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go,
So up to the housetop the pony girls flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant 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 forebode,
In through the front door the Dominant strode.
He was dressed all in black, from his 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 glower
His countenance cold, and I quite felt his power.
His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
For the unlucky subbie who caused him to grieve.
The goatee he sported lent a devilish air
As did the slight spatter of gray in his hair.
He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso.
That hardened and flexed and gave force to each blow.
He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams,
And I wanted to serve him, so went down on my knees.
He looked down upon me, with a turn of his head,
He made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;
He spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work,
He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt
"Heel me," he commanded, the lone words he would say,
And he stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team cracked the whip,
Pulled me 'cross his knee, where I hung scared and limp.
And he whispered to me, "I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session."
-Author Unknown-
THE SLAVE'S NIGHT
BEFORE CHRISTMAS
T'was the Slave’s night before Christmas and all through the castle
No echo did one hear Not even a hassle
All of the dungeon toys were clean and put away with care
In hopes that St. Master would soon be there
The castle was decorated with appropriate attire
Of leather and whips and, in the fireplace a crackling fire
A Black Forest Christmas Tree in the corner did stand
It was the biggest and prettiest throughout the land
The torches in the hallways did burn so quietly and bright
The Master’s slave did relax and settle in for the night
She was all snuggled warmly All chained and restrained in her cell
For she was happy Her Master she did not fail
She slumbered so sweetly The dreams she did create
Of pleasing her Master Of how she felt glad Of how she felt great
A smile on her face from the session before That was filled with pain
and strife But she gave her discipline and now she was filled with life
She awakens in fright For there arose such a prattle
But twas only her Master at the door With keys he did rattle
She wiped her eyes for what did they greet
But her Master decked out as Leather Santa Such a sight to meet
A black leather cap on top of his head And knee high boots Full leather and chains
A white beard on his face Like a lion’s mane
The leather outfit fit like a second skin
It looked to be painted on Like it was part of him
He held in his hands hanging across his back
Was it a bag of toys or just a big leather sack?
The Master smiled wickedly His eyes they did gleam
The slave wondered "What was he up to? What did he scheme?"
"Come", he said "And we shall see
To find out if I've been nice or naughty or just plain mean"
And so follow she did over to the Christmas tree
Like a little girl excited Wanting to see
The Master had her kneel before him astride
He gazed down upon her With admiration and with pride
"For you, My Sweet Pet" he said As he handed her the present
But she did not want to appear unworthy or learn to regret it
"Quickly!" he ordered "For the hour draws near"
So she took the gift For his reprisals she did fear
She ripped open the box all giggles with glee
"What has he given me? Oh, what could it be?"
As she opened the box what should appear?
A Pony Girl outfit Not of a horse But, perhaps a reindeer?
"Put it on" so quick he did state
She had no time to ponder or to contemplate
Her heart skipped a beat as the outfit came on quick
How great the leather smelled and felt How snugly it fit
With antlers made of leather and with chaps and of spurs and a byte that she bit
How her body felt like a baseball Caught in a catcher’s mitt
Her Master did laugh with joyful glee
"Look!" he said "See what Santa brought me!"
His slave She did smile and her jaw it did drop
As she watched her Master Holding a new crop!
It whoosed through the air as he snapped it too and fro
She wondered "Will he use it on me?" She just had to know
But there was no time to worry or beg with pleas
He quickly ordered her to get down on her hands and on her knees
"My Pet" he asked with a voice of ice
"I need to know have you been naughty this year Or just plain nice?"
A smile to her face he does bring
But it’s quickly replaced by a cry of pain From the crop’s lethal sting
"Crawl!" he commands As his slave scrambles across the floor
The crop on her ass spurring her on More and more
Oh! The names he did call
As they run down the hall
The pain continues on her bottom as the crop It did fall
"On Slave!" "On Pet!" "On Slut!" "On Whore!"
"On Subbie!" "On Servant!" "On Vixen!" "Quickly, to the bed chambers door!"
They move up the stairs With purpose and haste
"Hurry!" he shouts "There’s no time to waste"
They run down the hallway and go through the door
Her breath is ragged as she collapses on the floor
"On your knees!" he commands And she quickly responds
For his attention she does always long
"You have done well tonight, My Sweet Pet"
"You are the best slave I've ever had The best I've ever met!"
His slave does smile with pride and admiration
For now she knows it’s time for rewards and adulation
"And for your hard work and dedication to me
I have brought you another present And now it’s time for you to see"
With that he did open his leather pants so quick
And out popped his candy cane So hard and so stiff
His slave had to giggle as she watched it grow
For it was adorned with red ribbon and on the end a bow!
"Unwrap your gift" he said with glee
The Master quickly removed the byte
Her lips and his cane they did meet
His slave played upon him like a well-worn harmonica
Christmas songs galore Her hunger was ravenous She wanted more, more, more
As visions of leather clad fairies and eggnog danced in his head
He could only moan his pleasures But volumes were said
The Master had trained his slave through and through
For she was too good His essence it did spew
The Master did sing a line from the song
"Cum All Ye Faithful" He felt he belonged
He pulled her over to the edge of the bed
She looked up at him in worry For disappointment she did dread
"You've done well, My Pet" He said with a smile
"But we are not yet done Not by a mile"
"Present your ass" The command she did hear
She quickly got into position She raised up her rear
With a tug of her hair The Master’s hand landed on her bottom again and again
It soon grew rosy The pain into pleasure it did quickly send
Her cries of pleasure did quickly excite
The Master back to hardness He smiled with delight
He climbed behind her and then in a flash
He grabbed his sword of flesh And slid it into her snatch
He pumped like a mad man So deep he did thrust
She gasped from the pleasure But continue he must
But all too soon again he was through
But his slave was a pro She knew what to do
She quickly tossed him on the bed
She straddled him She grabbed his hard head
She rode upon him like a reindeer in heat
Until she moaned and groaned and her orgasm She did greet
She collapsed upon him All drained and all spent
For they both smiled with pleasure Their tensions were vent
The Master pulled her aside him In leather blanket he did cover
For she was not just a slave But also his lover
They snuggled together As they became one
The afterglow of their actions Like the warm setting sun
They shared a toast of goodies and of wine
And spoke of good cheer and of good times
As the snow fell outside all white and so bright
They raised their glasses and proclaimed "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"
Written by Searchr123@aol.com Copyright 2000
TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
December 14th
Dearest John:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a pear tree. What a delightful gift. I couldn't have been more surprised.
With dearest love and affection, Agnes
December 15th
Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine, two turtle doves.... I'm just delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are just adorable.
All my love, Agnes
December 16th
Dear John:
Oh, aren't you the extravagant one! Now I must protest. I don't deserve such generosity. Three French hens. They are just darling but I must insist... you're just too kind.
Love Agnes
December 17th
Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really! They are beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too romantic.
Affectionately, Agnes
December 18th
Dearest John:
What a surprise! Today the postman delivered five golden rings. One for each finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly, John, all those squawking birds were beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love, Agnes
December 19th
Dear John:
When I opened the door there were actually six geese a-laying on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. PLEASE STOP!
Cordially, Agnes
December 20th
John:
What's with you and those fucking birds???? Seven swans a-swimming. What kind of goddamn joke is this? There's bird shit all over the house and they never stop the racket. I'm a nervous wreck and I can't sleep all night. IT'S NOT FUNNY... So stop with those fucking birds.
Sincerely, Agnes
December 21st
OK Buster:
I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with eight maids a-milking? It's not enough with all those birds and eight maids a-milking, but they had to
bring their own goddamn cows. There is shit all over the lawn and I can't move into my own house. Just lay off me. SMART ASS.
December 22nd
Hey Shithead:
What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there's nine pipers playing. And Christ - do they play. They never stopped chasing those maids since they got here yesterday
morning. The cows are upset and stepping all over those screeching birds. No wonder they screech. What am I going to do? The neighbors have started a petition to
evict me. You'll get yours.
From Ag
December 23rd
You Rotten Prick:
Now there's ten ladies dancing - I don't know why I call those sluts ladies. They've been balling those nine pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep and they've
got diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit. The commissioner of buildings has subpoenaed me to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. I'm sicking the
police on you.
One who means it, Ag
December 24th
Listen Fuckhead:
What's with the eleven lords a-leaping on those maids and aforementioned "ladies"? Some of those broads will never walk again. Those pipers ran through the
maids and have been committing sodomy with the cows. All 234 of the birds are dead. They have been trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied, you rotten
swine.
Your sworn enemy, Miss Agnes McCallister
December 25th
(From the law offices Taeker, Spredar, and Baegar)
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve fiddlers fiddling, which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McCallister. The destruction, of course,
was total. All correspondence should come to our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss McCallister at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have instructions to
shoot you on sight. With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your arrest.
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