Twas the night before Christmas and Liberator was in the house.
Not a creature was stirring, except for my dom-slash-spouse.
The plush cuffs were tied to the bedpost with care,
in the hopes that my mistress soon would be there.
Playing submissive, I nestled all snug in my bed,
while visions of anal plugs danced through my head.
And mistress in her best leather motif, and I in my gear,
had just settled into play with nothing to fear.
When across the room I noticed a Black Label Esse,
I knew that tonight would leave my ass a resplendent mess.
She pushed me down on the Shape quick as a flash,
and threw open her toy case revealing a silk sash.
The moon of her breasts peeking out gave me a show
as she strapped me down so tight I already wanted to blow.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
but a cock-ring held up with wicked cheer.
With lubed hands, she moved lively and quick
as she grabbed my balls and slid it on my dick.
More rapid than eagles her demands they came,
and she grabbed my member and called me names:
“On your knees! Give me your ass and make it snappy!
Now kiss My Boots and Make Me Happy!”
“Prop your ass on the Esse and pull your legs forward.
You’re going to take my strap-on; it’s just what the doctor ordered!”
My P-spot delighted I could barely reply,
as she pulled out a paddle for commands I dare not deny.
She turned on her vibe, and I thought I was in heaven
with her riding me so hard I couldn’t count to eleven.
And then in a twinkling on our roof, we heard someone pound.
Downward facing and ass in the air, I was fully bound.
From the window, the stranger eyed my wife from head to toe.
His hand was in his pants and I could see he was starting to grow.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
And luckily for him, my wife likes ‘em hairy.
With a grin, she offered me to him, wrapped up with a bow,
and I saw his beard wasn’t the only hair white as snow.
With magic fingers, I was anything but putty in his hand.
My mistress caressed me gently as I obeyed every command.
With his powerful strokes and my wife’s pussy in my face,
lust took over and we quickened the pace.
The wink in her eyes indicated my Mistress’ mission,
I quickly got up so that we could change position.
She spoke not a word, as she spread her legs wide.
He straddled her face as I slid my dick inside.
Then with a jerk, we both came loud like a whistle
and his laugh of delight was sharp like a thistle.
I heard the stranger exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
Merry Christmas from Liberator. And to all a good Night!