Scroll Very Fast Fast ScrollMedium ScrollSlow ScrollVery Slow ScrollEven SlowerSlowestInfo on the auto-scroller Font Size 8Font Size 9Font Size 10Font Size 11Font Size 12Font Size 13Font Size 14Font Size 15Font Size 20Font Size 25Font Size 30 Message-ID: <55060asstr$1167037801@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org X-Original-Path: 41fd7c1d!not-for-mail Reply-To: "subhubby31" From: "subhubby31" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.3028 X-RFC2646: Format=Flowed; Original X-Original-Message-ID: X-Abuse-Info: Please forward a copy of all headers for proper handling NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2006 20:30:27 EST X-Spam-Prev-Subject: A Very Kinky Christmas X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2006 20:30:56 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} A Very Kinky Christmas X-Original-Subject: [spam 5.7] A Very Kinky Christmas Lines: 84 Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2006 04:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr.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: Sagittaria, RuiJorge I wrote this a few years ago and I meant to repost it yesterday. Enjoy. 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." Copyright 2003 by subhubby31atyahoo.com -- subhubby31atyahoo.com Runners just do it - they run for the finish line even if someone else has reached it first. ~Author Unknown -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+