Message-ID: <45909asstr$1071803403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Subhubby31" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-Original-Message-ID: <3xqEb.212985$Ec1.7672403@bgtnsc05-news.ops.worldnet.att.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 23:14:07 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 23:14:07 GMT Subject: {ASSM} ASSM: A Very Kinky Christmas (Femdom, Poetry??) Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 22:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, hecate ***************************************************************** DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters, place and events in this story are products of my imagination, any similarity to any persons, individuals or situations is purely coincidental, except for those public figures and places that you may have seen or visited. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, except that I hereby grant the right to download and keep one electronic copy for your personal reading as long as this notice is included. Writing fiction is a hobby whose only reward is the email I receive from my readers. I like hearing from my readers and I welcome all comments good and bad. While I try to reply to all of my email, please note that I may not respond immediately as I have other commitments (something about making a living). Codes: Femdom, Poetry?? Email: subhubby31@yahoo.com A Very Kinky Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the dungeon Not a creature was stirring not even a sub. The armbinders were hung by the chimney with care, In the hopes that St. Goddess would soon be there; The slaves were all nestled in their cages, While visions of spankings soon to became the new rage; And Mistress in her leather, and I in my cock prison, Had just settled down for a long evening session When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the rack to see what was the matter. Away to the window I hobbled across the rug, with a swing, the weights on my balls they did tug. The moon on the breast of the new-polished latex, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects used out of context, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny slaves, With a Beautiful Woman, in a tight leather dress, I knew in a moment it must be St. Goddess. More rapid than eagles her slaves they all came, And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Sissy! Now, Slut! Now, Worm and Slave! On, Pony-boy! On, Pussy! On, Maggot and Knave! To the top of the rack! To the top of the Bondage Wall! Now spank away! Spank away! Spank away all!" As a hurried breath after a swat will escape When they are ordered, an ass they would begin to rape So up to the dungeon-top the slaves they flew, With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and St. Goddess too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard through the glass the shriek and the scream after each swat on the ass. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, down the stairs St. Goddess came with a bound. From her head to her feet she was dressed in latex and leather, Her beauty was so stunning you could knock me over with a feather; A bundle of clamps she had hanging from her bod, If she knew what I was thinking she would spare me no rod. Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her bosom so smooth! Her cheeks were like roses, her butt made my cock move! Her droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer, and when I saw her strap-on, my heart jumped in fear; The shaft of a dildo she held tight in her hand, my ass she inspected and threatened to brand; She had a beautiful face and a little round butt, with a look of disdain she called me her mutt. She was tall and statuesque, a strict woman of power, in whose shadow I did cower; A wink of her eye and a twist of her head, Soon gave me to know I had something to dread; She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, And filled all the armbinders; then turned with a jerk, She saddled me up and took me for a quick ride, And after giving a nod, up the stairs she did glide; She sprang to her sleigh, to her team she gave the leather, And away they all flew like the down of a feather. But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight, "Happy Bondage to all, and to all a good-night." 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