It was the night before Christmas, and all through this site, 
Not a sister subbie was stirring, or chatting on online. 
I guess all the subbies were strung up by their computers with care,
Hoping their Sirs soon would be there.
The critters were nestled all warm on their rugs, 
The subbies were still waiting, tied snug as a bug with a little red twinkle from their shiny butt plugs.
Then into the room there swept their dear Sirs.
They threw down their coats, and the subbies heard laughter. 
“We been busy shopping,” they said with a leer. 
“We brought lots of toys to give bad subbies good cheer.”
Then out of a black leather bag they did pull
A whole bunch of toys to make a happy subby Yule!
A flogger, a paddle, a crop, and a whip,
A St. Andrew’s cross, some clothespins to zip,
A collar locked up and leather restraints  

that would hold a subby from moving all night.
Nipple clamps, suction cups, butt plugs too,
A Wattenberg wheel, and mint-flavored lube, 
Some candles, some ropes, a new cupping set,
A new leather harness that made subbies quite wet, 
A blindfold, a gag, a new spanking bench to play
And finally a Hello Kitty-fur mitt for the new head wench Curvey. 
The Sirs approached them, their eyes all a-twinkle,
And asked, “My dear subby, how’s this little wrinkle?
“I’ll tie you, I’ll flog you, I’ll pinch, and I’ll bite,
“I’ll have so much fun, letting you beg for it all night!” 
The subbies, were speechless, and their legs had gone weak,
As they dreamed of their Sirs hand going “smack!” on their ass cheeks. 
Their eyes cast submissively down to the floor, 
They were ready to answer when in through the door
Came an Old Master, dressed up in a red leather 
With eight tiny sub ponies huddled close, and together. 
“What is this?” the new one, The Old Master, he asked. 
His eyebrow arched knowingly, slapping a subs tiny ass.
“You perverts! You freaks! Is this Christmas to you?
“You’ve forgotten some of my favorite old tools!”
Then out of his bag he pulled two more toys, 
Sure to bring pleasure to all subbies I warn: 
A full bondage harness, made just for suspension,
A swing to go with it, that got their attention! 
Then back through the door old Master did go,
And all the subbies and Sirs once more were alone.
“it’s playtime,” said all the Sirs, with their eyes eye’s all a glint, 
As they started to fasten a clamp to their subs clit. 
They moaned, they sighed, they thrashed, and they wriggled, 
and out in the yard they heard the Old Master giggle. 
Then Old Master exclaimed, as their site he was leaving,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Kinky good evening!”