Two rubber gloves
But no glimpse of that little golden key.
… when all through the night
not a penis was stirring,
all locked up quite tight.
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Look, she said it, not me – OK readers? I respect and cherish each and every one of you. But she doesn’t. |
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You’ll look back with longing at this, come summer, when she’s whipping you up a hot gravel track under the merciless sun. |
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1.2 seconds of pure bliss. But, you know, it’s not just Christmas that comes but once – oh, hang on. |
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I used to suffer from low self-esteem. But then I just decided to enjoy it instead. |
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He should pay attention to this blog over the next few days. |
Mistress Valerie stars in a Christmas Movie
On the third night, we meet Mistress Valerie of Christmas
yet to come. Scrooge is an old man now,
gaunt and tired. We see him in an apron
and nothing else, doing dishes and other chores around a kitchen. We see his buttocks, striped and ridged after
what must have been decades of punishment.
From the steel chastity belt around his waist, hangs a slightly rusty
padlock. A handbell tinkles and he
hurries as well as his old bones can carry him to the living room, where
Mistress Valerie, eternally youthful, indicates his duties with a languid
finger. It is obvious that his servitude
has been so long and so repetitive that no words need any longer be
spoken. Mistress Valerie’s friends are
around for Christmas day, and we see them opening presents and laughing. Some slaves are present, young fit and
obviously happy to be fulfilling their fantasies. But Scrooge moves around silently performing
his chores, his face blank. He carries
out his chores efficiently, obviously well schooled in his tasks and is at no
stage acknowledged by any of the party.
Finally Mistress Valerie beckons him over, says “50” and hands him a
whip, without looking up. We see him
retreat to a bare room and, alone, begin to lash his buttocks. Fade out.
Back in the present, Scrooge wakes up in a cold sweat. We see him heading out the door in a frantic
rush, and stopping off at a little shop in Soho on his way in to work. In the office, to the ladies’ puzzlement,
there are presents for all: each receives a pair of new shoes and an implement:
paddles, canes, straps and whips.
Scrooge explains that he has seen the error of his ways, and begs them
for some ‘performance management’. The
ladies tuck into mince pies and chat delightedly, as, one by one, they recall
their boss’s most unpleasant habits, and exact a much-needed revenge.
The camera pulls back from this scene of
Christmas cheer, the giggles and howls fading out, and we see Mistress Valerie,
watching approvingly from afar, a smile on Her face and a whip in Her hand…
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She knows if you’ve been bad or good… |
So be bad, for goodness’ sake!
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Try to look more pleased. She went to all that effort, after all. |
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Hmmm. Looks like a single domme session after all. Still, maybe she’ll make it a memorable one. |
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Oh, wouldn’t that just be awful? Sigh. |
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Remember – a cage is for life, not just for Christmas. |
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I wouldn’t worry about it. Everyone always loses fiddly little things like that at Christmas. They usually turn up. |
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She could have put reindeer horns on him. For a festive touch. Don’t you think? |
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Don’t worry about getting him a present. It’s her. |
Merry Christmas, boys and fully functional human beings!
Think of me this Christmas time. I’ll be there all snuggly wrapped up under the Christmas tree waiting to find out what I’ll be getting this year. Chestnuts roasting on the open fire….well, not again I hope.
Christmas comes but once a year, after all…and…oh, ah I’m sure I was going to come up with some femdom-related humour just there, but I can’t remember it now. A witty play on words I expect. To much eggnog I suppose…or at least, she assured me it was eggnog.
Here y’are, one extra for the festive season.
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She won’t share them with Madame Sarka, you know. Not after those two broke last Christmas. |
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I think she’s showing him how much she cares, don’t you? |
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You don’t get to visit the in-laws and she stands you in the corner with your hands chained? Is this supposed to be a punishment? Honestly, I think the blog’s going soft. |
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That’s more like it. |
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You think it’s hard for you – I have to write them really small! |
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She really wanted a necklace too. Still, I expect she can keep on wearing that old one with the key on it for another year. |