Carols for the Dominant Master
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For the third consecutive year, in the spirit of the season, Herb Cat presents seven new Carols for the Dominant Master to enjoy over the holidays.
1-Tune: Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire
My slave I'm toasting o'er an open fire. On the spit he slowly turns. Louder he screams than a banshee choir As all his skin so nicely burns.
This is how he learns: Watching My pig brown nice and slow Helps to make My season bright. I'm sure that My slave with his skin all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
he'll know that Master's on His way With lots of evil and sadistic games to play. But though he screams, I've never heard The turd resort to the safe releasing word.
So as he spins above the embers My slave is truly glad, you see, To give on this twentyfifth of December A very merry Christmas to Me.
2-Tune: Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
rudolph the red assed slave boy Has a very shiny butt And if you ever saw it You would know he is a slut. All of My Brother Masters Like to laugh and call him "cunt," "bitch," "pussy," or "cum bucket," And they use him any way they want!
Every evening slave boy comes Begging to get laid. "Master, with Your cock so fine, Won't You fuck this ass of mine." Then as I whip his buttocks, I whisper in his ear with glee, "slave boy, you have forgotten This shiny ass belongs to Me!
3 - Tune: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
you better watch out, you better not lie, you better not pout, you better not cry, While I whip your dirty ass, you fuckin slave. I got me a list of things I will do To entertain Me, humiliate you, 'Cause that is how to treat a fuckin slave.
you're gonna watch me cummin, you won't sleep night and day. And whether you've been bad or good, I'll whip you anyway.
So... Go ahead cry and whimper and shout Go ahead scream, you're gonna find out How I whip your dirty ass, you fuckin slave.
4 - Tune: Sleigh Ride [fast]
Just hear my slave boy bellowin', raisin' Hell, a ding dong. Come on, its lovely hearin' the scream of fear in his song. When I twist his prick or I whip his dick with my crop, Or I squeeze his eggs, how he screams and begs me to stop. Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, old mare, he better beware, Just wait til I get him in my lair. Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, some clips Attached to his nips Will cause him to neigh in a wonderful way. It's a lesson in horsemanship. And his eyes will brighten when he sets sight on my gear: Some crosses, locks and racks and stocks, I got 'em all here. his butt'll be nice and rosy from all the blows he'll receive. You bet that before I'm done, I'll have a hell of fun Christmas Eve.
INTERLUDE: With red stripes on his back just like a can - dy cane And hot wax dripping on his dick, he'll go insane. he'll be singin' the song I love to hear, "Please, Master, won't you stop." Then I'll gleefully squeeze his testacles 'til they pop. Pop! Pop! Pop! I get a happy feeling nothin' in the world can buy, When I attach the 'lectric cables and I watch him fry. he has no idea of all the fearsome plans my mind contrives, The wonderful terrible things we'll both remember all thru our lives! [back to beginning.]
5 - Tune: I'll Be Home for Christmas
i'll get fucked for Christmas. You can count on that. Master's God, and with his rod He'll pound my slave boy twat!
Christmas Eve will find me Swallowing his cream. i'll get fucked for Christmas If only in my dream.
6 - Tune: It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas In the dungeon cave. Master's starting to decorate The "tree" and it's looking great. It's made from an inverted naked slave! Master's busily pinning on the ornaments To the tits and balls And with garland to tie it tight It's a fuckin pretty sight when Master decks the halls!
7 - Tune: Carol of the Bells
[The Master sings the lyrics while the boy sings Ding Dong Ding Dong in the background. The carol grows in intensity until in the end they are both shouting. Then the boy in a tone of resignation, moans the last line.]
Hark how the dong, Pink plastic dong, Rammed in the boy Gives Master joy. Then comes the plug. Give it a tug. Push it up high. Make the boy cry.
Ding dong ding dong: That is the song The boy must sing. Sweet caroling. Bigger the dong, Louder the song. Screams everywhere Filling the air.
Master will pound, Raising the sound. Stretching the hole: That is the goal. Each dong inside Makes it more wide. Fuckin' good cheer. Christmas is here. Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas, Master, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.
Now take the fist Covered in Cris- Co. Push it fast. Fisting his ass! Ding dong ding... dong!
As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about these verses, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.