Blog : T'was the night before a sadist’s Christmas...

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12/24/2019 3:50 am

T'was the night before a sadist’s Christmas...

Twas the night before Christmas 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 of her mouth there arose such a moan,

The kind sends shivers right down 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, MASTER, please take , king!

RULER, 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 she must die,

He withdrew from her body but his smile was wry,

So off 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 soaked what was left of her lace.

He wrapped his strong hand around her small neck,

Her vision all dimmed sparkles and flecks;

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

As the blood rushed her brain she began quiver.

His eyes-how they twinkled with sadistic light!

She was helpless beneath him her great delight!

The waves of her pleasure were beginning ramp;

And ’s when the master, pulled the clamps.

He took her nipple tight his teeth,

Still stroking and pounding her hot flesh beneath;

The clamps, right after the bite was applied,

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

He was wicked and harsh, a right proper sadist,

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

With a wink of his eye and wicked delight,

He continued ravish her deep into the night.

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

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

He shuddered and filled her with a hot load of

And her surprise, he wasn’t quite done.

He gathered the things tend her welts

This was not the time for floggers or belts

And she drifted sleep under his caring sight

He whispered Merry Christmas love and kissed her goodnight.

~1-sadistic-lover

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

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