For more stories and poetry, visit the Library Archives "The night before X-mas" Not a servant was stirring, each quiet as a mouse The slaves were all hung in the dungeon with care In hopes that Domina Skye soon would be there Of course she was nestled all snug in her bed While visions of spider webs danced in her head Downstairs, in the dungeon, I in my clamps Was hung up in a cell, now cold and damp When up on the stairs there arouse such a clatter I swept my gaze upward to see what was the matter When what to my wondering eyes should appear But Domina's high heeled boots I held so dear As she descended the stairs and came into view I knew my Christmas wishes were about to come true Her heels clicked on the floor as she slowly came toward me Naked, bound and gagged I just waited helplessly A bundle of toys she had flung on her back And she looked like a goddess as she opened her pack Her eyes how they twinkled, her smile so cruel Tied up in front of her beauty I felt like a fool 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 was here to have fun She pinched, slapped and whipped me and when she was done She leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose Then spit in my face and up the stairs she rose And I heard her exclaim as she disappeared out of sight Happy Christmas my slave and to you a good night |
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