A poem for KinkFo, this Christmas Eve.... ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘Fo, Not a toy was stirring, not even the FeelDoe; The restraints were all hung by the chimney with care, In hope that St. Kinkolas soon would be there; The Kinksters were nestled all snug in ONE bed, While visions of Wankfo danced in their heads; And Mistress in her ‘kerchief, and I closed my lubes’ cap, Had just settled down for a long winters “nap”, When down in the Dungeon there arose such a clatter, I sprang off of Mistress to see what was the matter. Away to the Dungeon I flew in a flash, Tore open the door to watch fall the lash. The moon bent over shown like new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of heat from the hand prints below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature St. Andrews cross, and 8 restraints dear, With a little old Dominant, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Kink. More rapid than eagles his blows as they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and ed them by name: Now Slut, now Wench, now Doll and Vixen! On, Slave, on Sub, on FuckToy and Kitten! To the top of the rack, to the top of the wall, Now lash away! Lash away! Lash 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 rack-top the kinkettes they flew With a box full of toys, and St. Kinkolas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the straps The straining and pulling of some nipple clamps,

Cont.. As I drew in my hand and was turning around, Down from racks St. Kinkolas came with a bound. He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all matching right down to his boots, A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pervert just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled, his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His stern little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as snow; The stump of a riding crop he held in his teeth; While the smoke from braziers encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face, and a little round belly, That shook when he whipped them like a bowl full of jelly. He was stern and mean, a right jolly old elf, And I nervously laughed, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I might have something to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He filled all the Cumsluts and pulled hair with a jerk, And laying his crop aside of his nose, And giving a nod up the stairs he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all came with a whimper and dribble, But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Kink-Night!

Did you post that last year? the only reason I say that is because I remember something similar last year and now I know I have been here over a year and it's not all new to me anymore. I know what everything is now, weird whereas before it was all a big deal.

Yuppers. There is a new crew :D I thought they would like it.

Yuppers. There is a new crew :D I thought they would like it.

I know. Its just kind of cool to realize how much I have learned and experienced in the last year. And to look forward to what I can do now that I have changed so much! I have a lot more to learn, its going to be great putting all that to use!

Loved it!!!

I bow.....that was superb.

very festive

my own kinkmas story was posted earlier today:

Very, Very Nice! Of course, everyone knows "A Christmas Carol," but not all could so gracefully incorporate an allusion to 'Marley’s chains.' Were I one prone to envy, I might envy your Dom, but as I'm not, just take it as a measure of my esteem. (smile)

Loved it Daxie =D

*pounce* hey gorgeous!

Nice. :) Great new twist! ;)

:D very nice, thanks..

Damn I wish I knew how to read :(