by Sogo
- with art by Basil and by an unknown artist
- do not use without permission.
Twas the night before Christmas, and in the chateau
All the slaves were restrained, especially O
The maids were all cuffed in the dungeon with care
In hopes that deSade soon would be there
While out in the barn, the pony girls stabled
Each chained in her stall, all numbered and labeled
And I in my leather and Mistress in black
Had just gone to bed after testing the rack
When outside the chateau there arose such a shout
I thought for a moment a slave had got out
I ran to the stables, whip in my hand
Eager to see that some asses got tanned
But the noise from above was unlike any other
At the window I saw, then, what was the bother
In the moonlight I spied through the wind-swept snow swirls
Was a large pony cart and twelve reindeer girls
Wearing spandex and latex, they looked lovely enslaved
With bridles and bits and maned heads all shaved
They struggled and sweated and endeavored to pull
The Master and his cart, so heavy and full
He was a wicked old driver who wielded a rod
I knew in a moment it must be deSade
All harnessed and bridled, his sleigh team so tame
The man cracked his whip and he called them by name
“On Bambi! On Floppers! On D-Cup and Big Hips!
“On Hooters! On Trollop! On Nymphette and Cuntlips!
“Now hurry along faster or your asses will burn!
“Obey my reins quickly when I signal a turn!”
So the reingirls they jerked to the pull of the rein
And did all they could to avoid further pain
With a crack of the whip to the rooftops they flew
With a bag full of “toys” and the Marquis riding, too
It was then that I heard as the reingirls did scoot
The stamping and shuffling of each high-heeled boot
He tethered his team; gave them a stern word
Then slid down the chimney as quick as a bird
He was dressed all in leather from his head to his foot
And a full-headed hood to keep out the soot
With his sackful of gifts made of metal and leathers
Handcuffs and leg irons and collars and tethers
He unpacked them all swiftly and with a mad little cackle
He looked around slyly for someone to shackle
And then from the dungeon a slave-maid did hobble
With lead weights on nipple rings her bare breasts did bobble
Dressed only in panties and open brassiere
She might well have been naked, as they were so sheer
She had wandered about, against my commands
And now had, to her horror, to obey new demands
So quick as a wink, she was chained to the wall
Where he pinched her and tweaked her till she started to bawl
“You’ve been a bad girl,” the sadist he quipped
“It’s about time you were properly whipped.”
So he pulled out his cat—“You deserve it,” he said
And flayed her ass good till it glowed a bright red
She sobbed and she shook and she begged him for mercy
But he gagged her instead and teased, “Get a nursie.”
The next gift he gave her was a tight lace-up corset
It fitted her perfect (though he had to force it)
A stiff posture collar, for maids must stand straight
To be restricted in movement was her inevitable fate
And finally a dildo rammed up her slit
And another behind her so she couldn’t shit
His job now complete, he gave her garter a snap
Flew up to his team, gave each ass a good slap
Then I heard him announce as his girls pranced away
“Slaves have no Christmas—they’re bad every day!”
