~Elizabeth~
His dirty lil angel
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- Nov 12, 2002
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the domain, not a slave was stirring all were tied down with a chain. The shackles were hung in the dungeon with care, 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. Dom in his leathers and I in slave gear had just settled down after doing my rear. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I leapt 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 girls.
With a Dominant driver forbidding and stern, I knew in a moment I'd a great deal to learn. More obedient then puppies, his pony girls came; 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 now he commanded them all! I'll redden your bottoms should any of you fall!
With spirited whinnies they gathered courage to go, with glistening tears before the cat-o-nine flow. So up to the house-top the pony girls flew, with the sleigh full of sex toys and the Dominant too.
Then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each pony girl hoof. In through the front door the Dominant did walk, my mouth fell open though I tried not to gawk.
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 charm, as did the tattoo I noticed high on his arm. He had strong pectorals a real a muscular brute, they hardened and flexed as he dug through his loot.
He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams. I knew I must serve him so went to my knees. He gave me the once over, then nodded his head. My mouth started to water and I blushed ten shades of red.
Unzipping his fly he put me to work. He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt. He stalked out he door after slapping my ass "Come with me wench, my test you did pass."
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team flicked the crop, flung me over his shoulder where I hung like a mop. He whispered to me in an ominous tone. "Merry Christmas new slave, I'm taking you home. This Happy New Year I'll will train you to please, the next 12 months shall be spent on your knees."
The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of floggers danced in their heads. Dom in his leathers and I in slave gear had just settled down after doing my rear. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I leapt 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 girls.
With a Dominant driver forbidding and stern, I knew in a moment I'd a great deal to learn. More obedient then puppies, his pony girls came; 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 now he commanded them all! I'll redden your bottoms should any of you fall!
With spirited whinnies they gathered courage to go, with glistening tears before the cat-o-nine flow. So up to the house-top the pony girls flew, with the sleigh full of sex toys and the Dominant too.
Then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each pony girl hoof. In through the front door the Dominant did walk, my mouth fell open though I tried not to gawk.
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 charm, as did the tattoo I noticed high on his arm. He had strong pectorals a real a muscular brute, they hardened and flexed as he dug through his loot.
He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams. I knew I must serve him so went to my knees. He gave me the once over, then nodded his head. My mouth started to water and I blushed ten shades of red.
Unzipping his fly he put me to work. He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt. He stalked out he door after slapping my ass "Come with me wench, my test you did pass."
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team flicked the crop, flung me over his shoulder where I hung like a mop. He whispered to me in an ominous tone. "Merry Christmas new slave, I'm taking you home. This Happy New Year I'll will train you to please, the next 12 months shall be spent on your knees."
