Blog : ‘Twas the night before a sadist’s Christmas...

23802 posts
12/24/2018 3:27 am

‘Twas the night before a sadist’s Christmas...

Twas the night before Christmas in the good Master’s house

All her urges were stirring like a good little mouse;

Her stockings were lace, and the rest of her bare.

In hopes of the pleasure of tonight’s dark affair;

Her wrists were bound tightly and tied to the bed,

While visions of decadence danced in her head;

And she in her blindfold only heard the whip crack

As she pictured the pain when it met with her back,

When out of her mouth there arose such a moan,

The kind that sends shivers right down to the bone.

Under her stockings, she felt on her flesh,

With a razor sharp blade, he cut through the mesh.

His hands playing music on skin white as snow,

Gave waves of deep longing to the fires down below,

Then what to her wondering eyes should appear,

The blindfold was gone and her Master was there,

He stood right above her, all swollen and thick,

She writhed in her bindings as her lips she did lick.

His hand barely brushed her and yet she still came,

And pulsated, and shouted and called out his name;

“Oh MASTER, my MASTER, please take me, my king!

My RULER, my LOVER, I will do ANYTHING!

From the top of her head! to the tip of her toes!

She barely could think in the heat of their throes!

As she thought she “I can’t take it” and that she must die,

He withdrew from her body but his smile was wry,

So off to the toy chest the good master flew,

To the trunk full of fun things for naughty girls too.

And then in a twinkling, the master was there,

Dripping hot melted wax on her skin cool and bare.

He drew back his hand and with a slap to her face,

She writhed, and her cum soaked what was left of her lace.

He wrapped his strong hand around her small neck,

Her vision all dimmed to sparkles and flecks;

He parted her then, sliding deep, deep within her,

As the blood rushed her brain she began to quiver.

His eyes – how they twinkled with sadistic light!

She was helpless beneath him to her great delight!

The waves of her pleasure were beginning to ramp;

And that’s when the master, pulled out the clamps.

He took her nipple tight in his teeth,

Still stroking and pounding her hot flesh beneath;

The clamps, right after the bite was applied,

And through the all the pain, tears of pleasure she cried.

He was wicked and harsh, a right proper sadist,

And he laughed when he saw that her pain was the greatest,

With a wink of his eye and wicked delight,

He continued to ravish her deep into the night.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And defiled her completely and then at last, with a jerk,

He shuddered and filled her with a hot load of cum

And to her surprise, he wasn’t quite done.

He gathered the things to tend to her welts

This was not the time for floggers or belts

And she drifted to sleep under his caring sight

He whispered Merry Christmas my love and kissed her goodnight.

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU KINKY FUCKERS!

~1-sadistic-lover

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”

CurvySubE 39F

9 posts
12/30/2018 4:18 pm

I missed this at Christmas.
Kinking up my favourite poem, well done hun! Amazingly well written plus sounds like an incredible night!

brandygirasol 55T

9435 posts
12/24/2018 10:45 am

BRAVO

Dreamcatcher__ 87M

7021 posts
12/24/2018 8:51 am

Congratulations on a great find for a Christmas blog.

Not so sure about the pic of Santa as an ax murderer.

Merry Christmas M. Best wishes for continued fuckery joy.

aliljaded replies on 12/24/2018 12:05 pm:
Merry Christmas, to You, to J, Santa is just holding an ax he used to chop down my XXX-Mas tree. (hehehe)
Hope Your Holiday is as Awesome as You are.

Huggss,
M~

asianat2008 69M

3955 posts
12/24/2018 8:36 am

Happy holidays and pious Christmas to You specially and your family.Hugs.

Self-respect is the corner-stone of virtues.

hermang67 56M

830 posts
12/24/2018 7:50 am

Merry Christmas

CawintShard 68M

12/24/2018 7:19 am

Merry Christmas eve. I like Sants's pipe. I wonder what his choice of tobacco is. On the the hand, he holds something to be concerned about in his hand, not the girl, the other hand. If he takes here to the wood shed, "Watch out now, take care.Beware of soft shoe shufflers," Is Santa giving his hand away or is this purely something for shits and giggles?

drmgirl622 68F