Wednesday, December 22, 2010


My boss took me to lunch yesterday. I probably shouldn't drink wine at lunch, it does tend to make me a little silly. While the boss was driving back to work, I heard the song "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" on the radio. From there, it's too hard to figure out the phrases that came into my head, but Girlmouse, Graydancer and Septimus' nose fetish seemed to just work with the poem "Twas the Night Before Christmas".

So here's the tweets (cleaned up just a bit) that resulted from Christmas lunch with the boss and thinking of my tweepy friends at Christmas.


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a @girlMouse.

The @BadBadGirlx was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that SirX soon would be there.

The BKP were nestled all tied to their beds, While visions of orange road cones danced in their heads.

And @Silverdreams blinded by a ‘kerchief, and @Septimus1812 with his crop, Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s “nap”

When down in the dungeon there arose such a clatter, He sprang from the bed to see what the hell @kinkstergeek was up to now.

Away to the dungeon he flew like a flash, Broke out the safety shears and knocked over @toristorii who wearing her new ballet boots

The moon on @jaekinks breast was magnificent, like new-fallen snow, (but it did tend to distract him from the objects below)

When, what to my wondering eyes (once the kerchief was removed) should appear, but @b_playful with his tetruss (what a dear).

With a big old cane, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must fucking hurt like the dick(ens)

More rapid than a girl with a Hitachi his volunteers they came....

All the doms whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now @debaucheddiva! now, @Graydancer (I know, but I had to), now @SubWonder and @BrattyVixen!”

On, @ThatLauren! On, @MsNaughtyEm, on, @Bendyogagirl and on @Radagast22 too! (because you know, he's switchy like that)!

To the top of the tetruss! or tied to the wall!, Now slap away! spank away! crop away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, let them be mounted.....(to the sky) [hey, it worked]

So down to the dungeon the coursers they flew, With their ass full of marks, and @Septimus1812 too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The laughing and giggling and each domly footstomp.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney @Septimus1812 tried to suspend @spunquee upsidedown (who wisely redded on that one)

The doms were dressed all in their domly best, from their heads to their feets

While their clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot (which is when they collectively decided chimney suspension was BAD)

(Note) not that anyone would notice if the doms' domly clothes were covered in ashes and clothes? hello?

So instead, a bundle of Toys they had flung on the back of their subs (who in my story would throw them down the chimney) but anyway...

And they looked like peddlers, just opening their packs, (until the subs saw things and stupidly asked 'what THIS used for')

But the doms' eyes-how they twinkled! their ass dimples how merry! (yes, it's a known fact ALL doms have ass dimples- check the books)

They thought their ass cheeks were (smelled) like roses, while looking to pop some nose fetish cherries

Their droll little mouths were drawn up like they were mean sadistic bastards or so...
And they noticed that someone's ass was as white as the snow

The ends of the hemp they held tight in their teeth, and encircled the victim just like a wreath.

The girl had a broad smile on her face but with a butterfly or two in her belly,
And the rest of the bottoms just laughed, and said lets get the jelly (toys, you pervs)!

When @Septimus1812, his right jolly old self, laughed when he saw them, in spite of himself! (it was a evil, jolly laugh)

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave the rest permission that the victim would dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And cut off the stockings, then turned with a jerk.(obvious joke omitted here)

And laying his finger aside of his nose, (nose fetish...helllo?) And giving a nod, up the chimney the girl rose!

He sprang to the dungeon, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew to see what had happened to their victim

But I heard him exclaim, ‘before he put the kerchief back on and was out of sight,

"Happy FUCKING Christmas to all, and to all it was a good-fucking night!

1 comment:

Bad Bad Girl said...

I just saw this. you are awesome and I love you!