A few Christmas poems

(Mistress’s new stick)

Once I grabbed a large stick,

and brought it down against a slave's dick.

For allowing it to get hard, he’s such a dummy. 

His erect member use to be as hard as a yuletide log.

But now it's just soft and lumpy.

( A red and white cane)

To be a Mistress with a red & white wooden Christmas cane

To be a Mistress with a red & white wooden Christmas cane

Ten whacks for each slave girl and boy

Coming from Mistress’s new holiday toy

To be a Mistress with a red & white wooden Christmas cane

(Reminders of the Yuletide Holiday)

A slave waiting for me at the door,

Wearing  only bells, with knees spread on the floor.

Holding in their hands, a new candy cane looking toy,

For impacting a slave's behind, giving me great joy.

Then there's the naughty slave,

being forced to stand naked in the snow

While I sit by the fire,

As other slaves contend to my every desire

But my most cherished thing,

Is driving a slave crazy, edging his ding-a-ling.

With orgasm denied, he'll have to trim the tree,

Or face the wrath of me crushing his balls with my knee

Finally comes the great feast

As I thrust that boy up, like the Grinch's roast beast.

Then while he's tied up like a hog,

I'll get my present as he licks me into a frenzy, like a good dog.

(Christmas shopping)

It was during a mean winter storm, the worse one I recall,

That my Mistress drug me nearly naked through the shopping mall.

Whether it be a shop or a boutique, I saw the inside of them all

She bought presents and paper, ribbons and bows, even some shiny new balls.

For herself this Christmas, she got a new purse, a watch, and even a top.

Then came new perfume, shoes and dress, before taking me to a new shop.

This one is special, hidden and secluded within the mall.

I had to carry all the parcels and follow Mistress through a back hall

Then there in a corner away from the rest of the mall.

Stood a single closed door, and a small sign stating BDSM for all.

Let me tell you this place has everything a kinkster could desire.

Walls of whips and chains, blindfold and gags. Even stuff that requires fire.

Then mistress said, "Ok, now for you. Let's start off with panties and a bra."

I was then told to put down everything and remove what little I had on

As I stood there naked, a lady measured me for my panties and bra.

I had no choice, I had to do it. All my modesty was gone.

Upon the sales lady return, I put the pretty things on to see if they fit.

And to no one's surprise, they were a hit.

There I was, dressed in lace panties, a garter and a bra.

And after taking the once over, Mistress whistled and said, "ooh-la-la"

Approving of the look,  Mistress had me remove the panties for a second.

"Oh, well, this won't do" she said, pointing at me and my growing erection.

After a few quick slaps and several hard whacks.

She got the darn thing down, just as the clerk arrived with something in a brown paper sack.

What came out of that bag would prevent me from blowing my horn,

and definitely prevent an erection on Christmas morn.

From out of the bag came a shiny new cage.

It's the one that has become this year's rage

It came with a lock and a key, and a ring that encircled my balls

But what frightened me the most are all the spikes lining its inner walls

I was about to object, but Mistress had already inserted my dick

Then faster than an elf, she snapped the lock close with a loud click.

Happy with her work, Mistress then said, "OK slave, fix up your clothes."

As I pulled the panties up over my locked cock, I was told to strike a pose.

Confused by the request, I stood up straight and puffed out my chest."

Mistress just laughs before saying, "oh slave, that can't be your best,"

She followed with, "Oh honey please don't frown,

you're still the best half naked slave in this gosh darn town.

Now be a good little Santa's elf,

and help the sales lady fetch the remaining items from the shelf."

Faster than Santa himself, we scurried throughout that store,

filling sacks with cuffs and rope, but Mistress bellows, "I want more!"

My body shivered when I picked up the blindfold and  gag,

"all this stuff will soon be on me," I thought as I placed them gently in a bag.

Mistress checks her watch then yells," hurry up, we must be on our way.

A kinky Christmas party doesn't happen every day."

So to my torture and demise, we got vibrating toys, a whip and some chain.

A collar and leash with a set of nipple clamps to cause me more pain.

"Ah nearly done," Mistress proclaimed.

"Only a few more items remain, before you and I, slave can leave this domain.

I'll need a blonde wig for his head, and some lipstick and makeup for his face.

He'll need some high heel shoes and thigh high stockings made of lace.

Oh, yes. Hell need a jacket to cover his ass from the cold.

Nothing to long though. I want something short and very bold."

To fetch the items in time, the sales lady left in hast.

But she returned with everything at a blistering paste.

She dropped everything on the table in a pile,

Mistress checked over the items, which produced a bright smile.

As Mistress pays the bill she says to the lady, "thank you, I'm very impressed."

Then looking at me, she orders, "and you, hurry up and get dressed!"

Now to finish the tale, I'm a boy dressed as a half naked girl,

at a Christmas party in bondage, and I feel as though I'm about to hurl.

Oh, yes, nipple clamps are a real pain, and there's makeup all over my face.

And the whip still scares me, but on the bright side, I really love the feel of lace.

Ok!  To everyone that follows me, as another year draws to a close,

I wish I could send you all a rose. But since that's not possible.

I would like to extend to you all, A great big Thank You,

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year. For another fun story for the holidays follow the link https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-show-of-true-love-for-holidays.html?zx=73cc7c99e829e875