Do I even have to say that what follows is kinky and involves heavy S&M themes? Well, it does. Consider that a warning.

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"The Night Before Whipmas" or “A Visit from Bitch Whip"
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Twas the night before Whipmas, when all through the house
Every slave girl was squirming especially the mouse!
The clit rings were hung by the chimney with care
Suspending twelve slave girls bound quite tightly there

The lolis were chained down snug to their beds
While visions of leather crops swished through their heads.
And Mistress and her slaves, and I, her pet cat,
Had just tightened the chains on her brand new slave bat

When out on the lawn there arose such a wailing
I sprang from the bed to check if ball gags were failing
Away to the window my bare form did flash
I opened it, leaned out, and wiggled my ass

The moon and the breasts in the new fallen snow
Were still luscious when frozen at twenty below
When what to my lascivious eyes did appear
But a dark lacquered sleigh and eight squealing chained deer

With a demon slave driver who brooked no slave's lip
I knew in a moment she must be Bitch Whip
More rapid than hoof beats her lashings they came
Her whip whistled, and slashed them, and burned like a flame!

"Now Lasher, Pain Dancer, No-Pantser, Cunt Kicking!
On, Cum Slut! On Stupid! On Blunder and Squicking!
Screw the old slave accords! Screw the rules one and all!
Now lash away! Lash away! Lash away all!"

As shy slaves that before their first whipping will cry,
When they're stripped for the spectacle, mound and ass high
So up on a swelling of torment they flew
With the demonic sleigh pulled by tightened clit screws

And then, in an ear flick, I heard on the roof
The yelping and yipping of our now well-whipped woof
As I shivered in fear and was turning around
Down the attic stairs Bitch Whip came without sound

She was bare save for fur from her head to her foot
And her pelt was the color of ashes and soot
The bundle of toys she had stuffed in her pack
Made the bravest of slave girls go stumbling back

Her eyes how they glinted, soulless and scary,
When she donned a spiked strap-on to take a girl's cherry!
Her cruel, smiling lips were drawn well back to show
The sharp fangs in her mouth were as white as the snow

The length of her whip soon extended her reach,
And the tip, it remorselessly struck each girl's peach
She swung in broad strokes, and screams rose from our bellies
Breasts shook from the lash likes bowls filled with jellies

She was sexy and sleek and infernally svelte
Yet I cringed when I saw her take out her spiked belt!
The look in her eye made me shiver with dread
As every harsh blow struck 'twixt legs widely spread

She spoke not a word as she did her cruel work
And whipped each slave cunny then turned with a smirk
And cracking her bull whip across my anal rose
Then watching me yowl and bounce on my toes

She sprang to her sleigh, her whip's swing made a whistle
And away the slaves screamed like a Hellfire missile
But I heard her exclaim as pain fogged up my sight
"Scary Whipmas to slaves, and to slaves a rough night!"