Dominion Christmas Parody

Submitted by: Heart Himmel

With thanks to Clement Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the sim
not a person was stirring, not even on whim.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care
and those with that fetish could only just stare.

The subbies and slaves were all snug in their cells,
and the Ladies and Mistresses had quieted their bells.
Miss Eva in her nightie and Maz in his thong,
had curled up together right were they belong.

When outside the castle there arose such a noise,
that Lady Zarita's voice thundered just one word ... BOYS !!!
Out through the doorway Hoffie flew like a flash
and Maz tried to follow but suddenly crashed.

The moon on the breasts of the Ladies below
gave the boys a wierd feeling and sort of a glow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a rotten old sleigh and some mangey reindeer.

With a sexy young driver so stunningly dressed
I knew then and there I sure was impressed.
More rapid than fireflies her coursers they came
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name.

"Now Greggie, now Maddox, now David and Loth!
On Epi, on Ero, on Jono, on Roc!
To the top of the castle, to the top of the mall
now dash away, dash away, dash away ALL !"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the parapets the coursers they flew
with the sleigh full of butt plugs and some floggers too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard lots of racket
like hooves only louder or a whip when you crack it.
As I lowered my head and looked at the ground
down the chimney she slid corset bound.

She was dressed all in leather, from her head to her feet
and it accented her backside, she really looked neat.
A huge bag of toys, she held in her hand
and she looked like a sadist, oh my, how grand.

Her eyes how they sparkled, her nipples like cherries
her cheeks were quite firm, her nose like a berry
her soft little lips were drawn up like a bow
and her hair was as soft as a new fallen snow.

A cigarette holder held tight in her teeth
the smoke rings encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a nice face and a nice flat tummy
and when she laughed it sounded so yummy.

Not chubby or plump, she had just the right curves
and I covered my eyes so I didn't perv.
A wink of her eye and a tilt of her head
soon told me I had lots to dread.

She spoke not a word but her eyes said it all
she filled all the stockings, the boys got a gag ball.
The laying a finger against her lip
with a smile and a nod up the chimney did slip.

She sprang into her sleigh, to her slaves gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"