Twas the night before Christmas and all through My realm
Not a creature was stirring, not a slave or an elf.
My stockings were slid on, slowly with care.
Knowing that My tribute, soon would be there.
My crops and My whips were all lined in with glee,
With visions of slaves lined up on their knees!
Me in My latex all shiny and black.
Just settled in to give a nice whack!
When from out of the dungeon arose such a clatter
I sprang from My throne to see what was the matter.
All My admirers lined up to serve,
No topping from bottom, just what I deserve
But one cheeky slave, gave My harem a whistle.
Around Me they gathered like a hammer to its sickle.
They showered Me with gifts and to My delight
They exclaimed “Merry Christmas Mistress” and it made My
night!
LADY BELLATRIX
