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Merry Breathless Xmas!

Poem: BDSM Twas Before Christmas

Unfortunately, I got this poem anonymously, so I can not name the author of this poem. 🙁 But I liked it so much that I want to share with you!

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 mid-day
to objects below,

When, what
to my sleep-crusted eyes
should unfurl,
But a miniature sleigh,
pulled by eight pony boys,

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 boys came,
And he whipped them,
and shouted,
and called them by name;

“Now, dashslave!
now, danceslave!
now, pranceslave
and switch!

On, subbie!
on slaveboy!
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 house-top
the pony boys 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 boys 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.”