Merry Christmas

I found this on the Slave Isabelle's Journey Blog a couple of years ago...

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town

Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.

“Oh Santa, dear Santa, don’t spank me, I pray!

I’ll be ever so good, starting right from today!”

But Santa just chuckled, “I’ve heard that before

From many a bad girl with bottom so sore

As she wriggles and squirms ‘neath his hand’s hearty sting.

But a promise like that –why, it means not a thing.

What matters, dear One, as you’ll very soon see

Is that you should be spanked across Santa’s broad knee.

Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!”

And with that, the old fellow did just as he’d said,

And proceeded to spank her with all of his might

Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,

And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,

Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.

Then, when she’d been hand-spanked with many a smack,

The jolly old fellow reached into his sack.

He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.

“Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good.”

He remarked with a grin. “And I think you’ll soon find

How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!”

“Oh please, Santa! No more!” she cried in dismay,

But the paddle cracked down without further delay,

And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks

It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.

Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was in vain,

For the paddle descended again and again

Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore

And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.

But at last he relented allowing her to rise,

Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,

And murmuring, “There, it’s all over, my dear!”

Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.

Then he exclaimed, “Well Miss, your sweet bottom so curved

Has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.

From now on, I’m sure, I don’t need to explain,

If you’re good then I shan’t have to spank you again.

But if you are naughty –remember, my dear,

That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!”

Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,

And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.

So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,

With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow

And a sense that all manner of things were all right.

But she slept facing down on her tummy that night!

~ Author unknown

Slave Sonnets

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The name stamped onto the lock says, "Master."
But the keys are yours, Mistress.  My body,
wrapped in this neat little package, is yours.
Do I dare call myself a present?
I'm the one who's on the receiving end.
You took me on, taking in my stiff prick
and swelling my head with your compliments,
your complaints, even out and out neglect.
Nothing - when it comes from you - is a gift;
wrapped in your aura of authority
even shit tastes sweet, and the void you leave
leaves me full.

It's Christmas whenever you put your foot down,
and the stars I'm seeing must be heaven.

- Bob Flanagan

Sonnet 58

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,

I should in thought control your times of pleasure,

Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,

Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!

O! let me suffer, being at your beck,

The imprison'd absence of your liberty;

And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,

Without accusing you of injury.

Be where you list, your charter is so strong

That you yourself may privilege your time

To what you will; to you it doth belong

Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.


I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,

Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

- William Shakespeare

My Christmas Wish

Tomorrow is a big day for me.  Tomorrow I take the first step towards reclaiming my life.

I am anxious.  My stomach hurts.  My fingers have butterflies (ecD knows what I mean).

I need a way to process the pain I am feeling inside.

As a sub, do you ever have days where you need something?  Is your D/s relationship one where you can ask and your D will help?  Will He understand that your asking for something goes beyond being greedy and is a true, deep need and that you wouldn't ask if it wasn't very important?

Mine is like that.  In play, what I want is of no matter to him, of course (though usually, we want the same thing).  But out of play I can ask for something and he obliges.

Unfortunately, he can't help me tonight.  My need requires a hand - his hand.

My Christmas wish:

I need to be tied up and hung.  Whip me with the horse whip along my back ribs.  Start slow, but firm.  Build the intensity, keeping the tempo slow.  Switch to your wide leather belt.  Aim across the small of my back - 3 smacks should do.

Spin me around to face you.  Take the blind fold off if it's on; I want you to see the pain in my eyes.

The bridle straps are next.  Bring them down hard and quick from by breasts to my thighs.

Take me off the hook, but leave my hands bound.  Bring me to the bed, lie me down and secure my hands over my head.  Put the blind fold back on because now I don't want to see you, I just want to use you, take from you.

Spread my legs wide and run your tongue along my clit.  Make me cum.  Again and again and again.

Untie me.  Cover me up with a blanket.  Kiss my forehead.  Climb in next to me, or leave - I don't care - I'm asleep by now.

So Real

You are so far away from me.  3125.33 miles door-to-door, yet I swear you were just here.

The pillow next to me is crumpled; the bed is still warm...

I felt you reach for me and pull me to you - like you do.  Your hands ran along my body, following my curves; pinching and pulling at my nipples.

I rolled towards you and twined my leg around yours.  My head rested on your shoulder and I nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent.  I ran my fingers through your chest hair before teasing my way down and wrapping them around your cock.

I moved and settled myself between your legs, reaching with one hand to wrap around and hold onto your thigh, keeping the other on your stomach.

As I took you into my mouth, you broke the silence -  part moan, part sigh.  I ran my tongue down your length, gently sucking.  Your hands tangled into my hair and you pushed my head down onto you, forcing your own rythym.

I pulled away from you, thinking: "Enough of this.  I am wet and I need you."  My eyes closed as I eased myself slowly down.  How I love that moment - when you first enter me.

With your hands on my hips, we moved together. 

You sat up.  My hair in your fist you pulled my head back - running your tongue up my neck, over my chin, where our lips met. 

Slowly you bit down...

I wake up.

And you have disappeared.