Twas the night before Kinkmas, And all through the space
The subbies were busy, Trying to clean up the place.
The ball gags were hung By the floggers with care
In the hopes that Miss Bella soon would be there.

Ahh, the holidays. Is there any other time of year that inspires such naughtiness? There’s something about being “good” that makes it ripe for being anything but. What will you find in your stocking this year, hmm? Have you been a good little stroker boy? Have you followed the rules, done what was demanded of you, been your very, very best all year long?

I’ll bet your hand is starting to wander right now, isn’t it? That swelling in your pants is getting downright uncomfortable, my pet. Maybe you should reach down there and just give it a little… adjustment. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.

There, now doesn’t that feel better? Hold on… are those fingers still stroking that candy cane cock? Oh dear. Seems we’ve unwrapped a present of an altogether different sort, haven’t we? What a naughty boy you’re being.

Was it something I said? Or perhaps it’s the glimpse of my red lace panties as I bent over to place another gift beneath the Christmas tree. Those were supposed to be a surprise for later. Oh well. I guess the secret is out of Santa’s bag.

Keep on stroking then, naughty boy. Let me move a little closer, show you what I’ve got beneath this skirt. I see the way your eyes are glued to that sinful lace, the way your hand is pumping faster and faster. I can hear the hitch in your breath as you get closer to that final release… You want to ask it, don’t you? Let me hear you say it.

“Please, Miss Bella… May I cum?”

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