Carols for the Dominant Master

By Herb Cat

Published on Dec 9, 2011

Gay

Carols for the Dominant Master

Copyright 2011 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute these verses without the author's permission.

Please note: these verses depict sadistic activities enjoyed by BDSM aficionados. If any of this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further.

The characters, locations and incidents in these verses are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.


For the fifth 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: Blue Christmas

i'll have a blue Christmas without You, Sir. i'll be so blue just thinking about You, Sir. Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't be the same Sir, if You're not spanking me.

i've been so dejected after You left, Sir my sorry ass just feels so bereft, Sir It still can't believe that You really did leave. Oh, what a blue, blue Christmas.

my ass, You got tired of it, Sir, So you tossed me aside just like shit, Sir. i wanted to serve, but i do not deserve To be in Your presence on Christmas.

(musical interlude) You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But i'll have a blue, blue Christmas

2 - Tune: Frosty the snowman

i'm just a slaveboy. i'm a jolly happy prick,

With a button dick and tongue to lick

my Master's noble stick.

Every slaveboy is a worthless turd, they say,

i am made of shit. Even children spit

When they see me come their way.

There must be potent magic in my Master's evil frown

For when i see Him look at me,

i begin to dance around.

Oh, i'm just a slaveboy,

Just a useless thing, alas,

But He lets me stay

So He can laugh and play

And abuse my sorry ass.

Whacketty Whack Whack,

Whackety Whack Whack,

His paddle's made of wood.

Whacketty Whack Whack,

Whackety Whack Whack,

my Master beats me good.

Master said to me,

"The wind is cold today,

So get out and run and

I'll have some fun

Making you do what I say."

Down to the village,

With a broomstick in his grip,

Running here and there

All around the square.

Then he ordered me to strip.

my pants went down and there in town

Before the village cop,

my Master beat my naked butt,

And the cop said, "Do not stop!"

When Master was finished

With the beating of my life,

He just waved goodbye

Saying, "Don't you cry,

I'll be back again tonight."

Whacketty Whack Whack,

Whackety Whack Whack,

i watched my Master go.

Whacketty Whack Whack,

Whackety Whack Whack,

And the cop enjoyed the show.

3 - Tune: Grandma got run over by a reindeer.

Master called and ordered me to move it.

To get my ass to His house Christmas eve.

So of course, i stopped whatever i was doing

And did what i was told, you must believe.

He was sitting in there drinking too much eggnog,

And He took His little slut

And He laid me across his lap

And paddled hard my butt.

When i looked in the mirror

At the scene of the attack,

There were big red handprints on on my ass,

And incriminating Claus marks on my back.

Now i'm so proud to serve my Master,

For he treats me like a prick.

See him in there watching football,

Drinking beer and

Playing cards with Old Saint Nick.

It just ain't Christmas without Master,

Dressed in leather, shining black

And i just can't help but wonder

When i'll get another whack?

Or will He put me on the rack?

Here's my back!

Will He goose me on the table?

Tie me to St. Andrew's Cross?

He might drip hot waxy candles

on my balls

Well, Hell, He is the Boss.

He's told all His

Friends and neighbors

They can use me for themselves,

For at Christmas he feels as generous

As the fat guy who brings presents

And plays with elves.

4 - Tune: I want a hippopotamus for Christmas

i want You, Sir, to beat my ass for Christmas

Only a Yuletide spanking will do

Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy

i want to give my ass to You to play with and enjoy

i want You, Sir, to beat my ass for Christmas

i don't think Your wife will mind, do you?

In fact when You finish, in fact when you're through

Just give me to the Mrs. and She can beat me too!

i can see me now on Christmas morning, peeking from my cell

Oh what joy and what surprise when i open up my eyes

To see my Master standing there. Oh Hell!

i want You, Sir, to beat my ass for Christmas

Only a Yuletide spanking will do

Don't want a car, no dinky Rolex watch

i only want my Master to enjoy my sorry crotch.

5 - Tune: Greensleeves

Whose nuts are they that idly lay, In yonder jar of brine? Now on display, i gladly say, Those gonads once were mine! mine! Now, no longer mine. i was a willing donor. His! They are rightfully His. They belong to my Owner.

He told me, "You must prove to Me i can depend on your service." i nodded Yes, but you can guess, i do admit i was nervous. "Now listen, slave, don't be confused. These you no longer need. They're useless baubles and you won't use Them any more." i agreed.

So on the couch, he held my pouch, With His knife made a cut. He spread it wide and reached inside, And extracted the left nut. He snipped the string, which the thing, did previously connect to me, Then held it free for me to see. O wondrous orchiectomy.

And then in similar fashion, He took out my remaining nut. Then with tenderest compassion He sewed my empty sac shut With precision and dexterity. my scrotum has but a tiny scar And pickled for posterity my balls now float in a jar.

i'll never ever come again Nor look down there and see a bone. i'm now no longer one of men For i do not have stones. And i shall humbly disagree If You should call it a disaster, For i'm now a eunuch forever free To serve my only Master.

6 - Tune: Silent night

Noisy night, roaring night!

Nothing's calm. What a sight

Yonder slave's unhappy, it seems.

That is why he so noisily screams.

Until his torture will cease,

There'll be no heavenly peace.

Noisy night, terrible night!

Strong men quake at the sight!

As he's stretched upon the rack,

Blod is streaming from his back.

He keeps hollering, "PLEASE!"

But there's no heavenly peace.

Noisy night, wonderful night!

For Master, this is a delight!

Nothing can amuse Him more

Than a dungeon all a-roar.

His Navidad is Feliz!

But there's no heavenly peace.

7 - Tune: Joy to the World

Uh oh, watch out! my Master comes! His whip is in his hand! i now present my aa-aa-ass So He can make it reh-eh-ed Repeat the flogging please! i pray you on my knees. Repeat, Repeat, please give me more!

He rules my body, mind and soul. i am completely His. i crave His abu-u-use, And every welt and brui-ui-uise Is proof that i am owned i see now He is boned Oh wonders, wonders of His love.

Now that my ass is good and sore He rams his rod inside! For over an ow-ow-hour! Amazing is His pow-ow-ower And wonderful His love And wonderful His love And fucking wonderful is His love

Joy to the world! my Master's cum!

my ass receives his jizz!

He gave me the swih-ih-itch

And made me His bih-ih-itch

i want to sing and shriek!

(i won't sit for a week)

Oh wonders, wonders of His love.


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.


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