(Sung to the tune of White Christmas)
I’m creaming on a bright mistress,
Hung by my ankles from the door,
With my wrists tied tightly,
I smile so brightly,
And plead longingly for more.
I’m being beat by a bright mistress,
She’s been whipping me all day,
The safe word I can’t utter,
All I do is stutter,
The damn ball gags in the way.
I’m screaming at a bright mistress,
She has me down on all fours,
You’d think I’d be missing,
A little sweet kissing,
I just love groveling on the floor.
I’m hating a bright mistress,
I’m way past my comfort zone,
I gave too much sass,
A yule logs up my ass,
Please get my wife on the phone.
I’m pleading with a bright mistress,
She’s refusing to let me go,
Her knots are too twisted and tight,
And I am pissing myself with fright.