A Kinky Christmas

Snow’s falling soft on the pixel sky, But I walk in with a wicked smile. Candy-cane heels and velvet lace, Even Santa steps back when I take my place. My bells ring loud in a different way, Because I run this North Pole holiday. I don’t need a list to check twice. I already know who’s naughty and who’s almost nice. I’m the mistress under the mistletoe, Setting the rhythm and stealing the show. If you hear bells jingling, don’t worry though, It just means someone’s learning how my Christmas goes. Oh oh, kneel low, For the mistress under the mistletoe. Elves whisper when I strut on through, Red and black leather in a holiday hue. Reins in hand but not for the deer, I guide the night with a different cheer. Lights glow bright when I say so, I’m the queen of frostbite and festive control. No sugar cookies, just sweet command. Obey the rhythm when I move my hand. I’m the mistress under the mistletoe… Step aside, snowflakes, I’m the storm in red, Boots on the rooftop, rhythm in my tread. Got reins on the night and control of the vibe, Even Santa wants to join but he’s not on my tribe. I’m the sugar-spice switch with the holiday claim, Ring the bells twice when you whisper my name. I decorate the scene with command and cheer, If you hear a sharp snap, that’s the sound of good cheer. I’ve got peppermint power and a holly-thorn crown, When I step in the room, all the toys kneel down. Not the kind you unwrap, just the ones who obey When I lay down rules for a winter’s play. I’m the frostbite queen with a fire-brand grin, Turn a silent night loud when the bass kicks in. If you want to keep up, better follow my lead, Festive fun’s a game and I came here to succeed. Wrap it up in ribbon tight, Bow to the mood of a winter night. Who needs stockings by the fire’s glow When I warm the room with a simple “you know.” I’m the mistress under the mistletoe…

Strip. The tree is watching. Kneel on the velvet rug while snow seals the door, Candlelight licks the steel I adore. Red ribbon cuffs bite exactly like sin, Your wrists kiss behind you—let worship begin. Sleighbells locked to your collar sing soft, Every shiver makes them ring my name off. You whispered “maybe later”… I heard “yes, right now.” Good pets get Christmas. Bad subs get the crop. Worship under the tree tonight, Face down, back arched in flickering light. Hot wax drips slow on skin that’s mine, Count the bells with every perfect strike. Worship under the tree, my pet, The only gift I want is sweat. Beg me louder—let the whole street hear— Merry fucking Christmas, dear. Holly leaves carve pretty lines down your spine, I trace every welt like a candy-cane sign. Your safe word’s a carol you’ll never dare sing, Because “please, more” is your only offering. Flogger kisses land right on the bells, Silent night? This night screams and swells. No milk, no cookies—just marks and moans, Santa’s watching and already knows. Worship under the tree tonight… [Bridge – beat drops to heartbeat sub + chain rattle] Cold steel bites, then my mouth burns south, Pain and pleasure trading places in your mouth. One savage tug and your world ignites— That’s the star I’m placing on top tonight. Worship under the tree, obey, I’ll ruin you in the most festive way. When morning finds you bruised, spent, marked, You’ll thank me for the best Christmas yet. Worship… worship… worship me— Under the tree, on your knees

Wrapped in crimson ribbons, the night is mine Silk ropes hiss secrets, dripping red like mulled wine You kneel in the glow of the fairy lights, trembling for the sting My gloved hand ‘round your throat—kiss the ring, bow to your Queen I know you wanna hurt for me BA-DA-BA-BOOM, feel the frostbite, feel the heat Bound beneath the tree, begging at my velvet feet Your soul’s the carol my cane will make you sing BA-DA-BA-BOOM, dance in the pain, let the bells ring Yeah, crown made of holly, boots shiny candy-blood red One glare and you drop, light as gingerbread Click-clack of my heels on your back like sleigh bells on snow Safe word? Adorable—you left it under the mistletoe Red stripes my gift wrap, signed across your skin Count the lashes, baby, let the twelve days begin Queen of the North Pole, no Santa, no mercy, no out Say “Merry Christmas” wrong and I stuff your mouth Candles bleed cinnamon, shadows claw the walls My throne’s trimmed in garland—your heaven and your fall Every whimper you give hangs like an ornament on me In this winter palace you only crawl and plea I know you wanna hurt for me BA-DA-BA-BOOM, feel the frost, feel the heat These chains sparkle tinsel but they still cut deep Bruises bloom like poinsettias in the dark Every crack of my crop—another beat of your heart Peppermint venom on the flogger—pretty but it bites Christmas lights strobe when I ruin your night On your knees, lipstick smeared, tears frozen like ice Begging “one more, Mistress,” yeah that’s my favorite vice Check the mirror, darling—look who owns the frame Your pride’s shattered baubles still screaming my name Crawl back bleeding, lipstick on my heel print snow No mercy, no pause—bow lower, this is your new Noël Chains drag across the hardwood like sleigh runners slow Count the strokes through the flames of the yule log glow You signed your soul when you begged for my bow Now hurt for me… hurt for me… nice and slow I know you wanna hurt for me BA-DA-BA-BOOM—louder—break your body on the floor, still you want more BA-DA-BA-BOOM—scream it, bleed it, obey BA-DA-BA-BOOM—tear you open, rip out your heart on Christmas Day BA-DA-BA-BOOM—crawl back for more, you’re forever mine Wrapped in the veil of midnight, I reign Leather bites, your screams taste like candy-cane pain Heels dig deep—carve “MINE” down your spine Safe word’s just a fairy tale this time of year, pet of mine I know you wanna hurt for me BA-DA-BA-BOOM—kiss the fire, let it sear Face to my boots, crystal tears—perfect Christmas cheer Every breath you give is a prayer at my feet I know you wanna hurt for me… all Christmas long, my sweet BA-DA-BA-BOOM… BA-DA-BA-BOOM… Hurt for me… hurt for me… hurt for me…

Wait… is that… velvet rustling? Cookies gone, milk glass dry, house dead quiet at three, Heard a suspicious “ho ho ho” that didn’t sound like me. Crept up the stairs in patent heels, robe barely knotted tight, Caught the jolly big guy in the mirror—dead to rights. My black fishnets stretched to the limit round his thighs, Santa tryna twerk in lace, beard between his eyes. He spun around, belly jiggle, cheeks redder than Rudolph’s nose, Tried to stuff himself back in the chimney—too slow. I said “Freeze, Kringle, hands where I can see ‘em,” He dropped the sack, cookies crumbled—looked like he’d been schemin’. Santa caught in my stockings, what a naughty sight, Big red booty poppin’ in fishnets way too tight. Thought he’d sneak a thrill while the world was fast asleep, Now he’s bent over my lap counting lashes—six deep. Santa caught in my stockings, naughty list reversed, Cookies on the floor and his beard getting cursed. He said “I’ve been bad all year,” I said “Baby, that’s facts— Drop them velvet pants, time to pay the tax.” Ho ho—OH NO! Ho ho—BEND SLOW! Whipcrack! Whipcrack! Santa on the floor! Rain deer outside the window like “damn, boss in trouble,” Prancer live-streaming, Comet hittin’ the huddle. I tied his wrists with tinsel, bells on the rope for flair, Every squirm makes ‘em jingle—Christmas everywhere. He tried the “I was checking if they fit the elves” excuse, I said “Nice try, Santa—those thighs don’t lie, produce the proof.” One tug on the beard, one slap on the rear, Mrs. Claus gon’ see this and file for divorce this year. He begged “Please don’t tell the kids!” I said “Too late—already posted, caption ‘Santa’s new kink’.” Trending worldwide in five, Twitter crashin’ from the pics, Hashtag KrisKringle in Fishnets hittin’ a hundred million clicks. Santa caught in my stockings, now he’s my holiday toy, Red nose glowing brighter from the spanking I deploy. Told him “Next year leave coal? Nah—leave your dignity here,” He moaned “Yes Mistress” through the gag made of rain deer gear. Say cheese, Santa—smile wide, Flash! Flash! That’s goin’ on the ‘Gram tonight. Safe word’s “eggnog,” but we both know you won’t, You’re too busy begging for more—don’t front. Santa caught in my stockings—now the whole world knows, From the North Pole to your phone, everybody saw those toes. He said “I’ll triple the gifts!” I said “Keep ‘em, I’m good— Your ass in my lace, no filter, no cap,.” Santa caught in my stockings—Merry Christmas, bitch, Next year bring knee-pads, you’re on the permanent list. Ho ho… oh no… See you next December, big guy.

Santa baby, climb in back—seatbelt’s a leash tonight Ho ho… holy hell, this is tight! Ponygirl reindeer, eight in a row Antlers on bridles, ready—let’s go! Bells on their bits go jingle-jangle-jing Crack my whip and the whole team sings Yah! Yah! They’re flying! That’s right, baby—My ponygirl sleigh tonight! Miss Dani… this sleigh’s outta sight! Tacked ‘em up glossy in red patent leather Hoof-boots stomping, tails swishing together Blitzen’s in front with the brightest red nose ring Dasher and Dancer drooling on my reins Santa’s in the passenger seat, knuckles white on the dash Eyes popping every time I crack the lash Hear those bells? That’s power ringing Mrs. Claus never drove like this—keep swinging! Left rein—trot! Right rein—canter! Santa’s gripping the “oh-shit” bar like a first-timer I lean back laughing, crop in the air Every rooftop we land, ponies high-step with flair Delivering presents? That’s cute, Kris Tonight we’re delivering discipline and bliss Tell the world who’s driving, Santa—loud! Miss Dani owns the North Pole now! Good boy. Kiss the crop. Ponygirl reindeer, fastest in flight I believe in magic again tonight! Bells go jingle, whips go crack Santa’s in my sleigh and he ain’t going back My ponygirl sleigh tonight—Merry fuckin’ Christmas! Next stop—your chimney, big guy. Hold on tight.