adapted from "Elise's" orginal M/f version to F/mposted below (written in 1999)
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a subbie was stirring, they were tied down with chain.
The Floggers were hung by the St A’s cross with care,
In hopes that the Miss Nick soon would be there.
The subbies were nestled all snug in their cage beds,
While visions of Cumming danced in their heads.
MissB in her ‘leather’, and I in my slave cap,
Had just settled down for long sessions slap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my binds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open my chains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my waking eyes should appear,
But a glistening sleigh, and eight rain-slave-deer.
With a Dominant driver, so beautiful and stern,
I knew in a moment it must be Miss Nick.
More rapid than eagles her pony deer boys came,
And she whipped them, and ordered, and called them by name!
"Now slaveDasher! ,slaveDancer! now, slavePrancer and Vixen!
On, slaveComet! On, subbieCupid! on, on Bonner and Bitchin!
To the top of the dungeon! to the punishment wall!
And I’ll redden you 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 dungeon-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex Toys, and Miss Nicky too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of eight slave hoove.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
In thru’ the door came, Miss Nick with a bound.
She was dressed all in leather, from her head to her boots,
And her clothes were all studded and buckled to suit.
A bundle of sextoys she had flung on her back,
And she looked very menacing, just opening her pack.
Her eyes-how they glowed with a definite glower,
Her countenance cold, and I quite felt her power.
Her sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
For the unlucky subbie, which was causing her grieve.
she was lean, stern and fit, quiet the Domme of my dreams.
And I wanted to serve her ,Ohh to be hung from the beams
She looked down upon me, with a turn of her head,
She made my soul soar, while my heart filled with dread.
she spoke not a word, but put me straight to her work,
she watched me in silence, idly tapping her quirt.
‘heel me” she commanded, the lone words she would say,
And strutted out the door as I rushed to obey!
she sprang to her sleigh, to her team, gave a whack,
pulled me across her knee, and gave a sharp smack.
But I heard her exclaim, ‘tonight we shall lesson’,
"Happy Christmas to all, I’m off for a session!"
orginal version by 'Elise'
'Twas the (BDSM) Night Before Christmas'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 snowGave 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 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 house-top the pony girls flew,With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,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 glowerHis 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 airAs 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."
