A Very Obedient Christmas
by TempleSiren_NULL
Author's Note: This is a very unserious story I wrote to have a bit of fun this season. I haven't written any poetry since 10th grade English class, so I hope the purists out there can forgive any mistakes in regards to meter and cadence. While I don't think the content here will get any off, I hope it at least earns a laugh.
Happy Holidays!
A Very Obedient Christmas
By TempleSiren_NULL
I am pleased to meet you this dear Christmas season.
To come and seek me there can be but one reason.
You seek the truth of the elves and of jolly Saint Nick.
Not the sanitized tale, but the one with his dick!
Who am I? You might ask. My dear cherished reader.
Who am I? You might ask. My dear cherished reader.
Why, I’m the king of the elves! My birth name is Caesar.
Once a Grinch or a Scrooge. I’ve since become cheerful.
Thanks to brainwashing, I’m no longer fearful.
So I’ll tell you the tale of Santa Claus and his wife,
And don’t you be worried, they’re not fat, but they’re light
And don’t you be worried, they’re not fat, but they’re light
For this tale’s from the past. Before the world got all messy.
And back then people said, they were even quite sexy!
He was young. He was strong! He had mastered the cold!
She was hot. She wore thongs! And in bed she was bold!
For Mrs. Jessica Claus had a secret you see.
She’d suck any cock, lick each pussy with glee!
The Clauses back then were so sexually free.
In an open relationship; they’d fuck you or me.
Though if you’re ever invited, be careful I warn.
They do a great many things that’re best left to porn.
They had at their supply, a bunch of magical toys.
All meant for grown ups, not for good girls and boys.
Whips and restraints, butt plugs and more.
You’d get such a workout, and wake up quite sore.
But let’s move on to the tale that you came here to know,
Of how we pointy-eared elves came to live in the snow.
So make yourself comfy, maybe pour some hot chocolate
Just make sure you don’t spill, as you play with your rocket.
At the start of this tale, we’ll see them in bed.
Saint Nick did lean back, as his wife gave him head.
She mechanically bobbed. No thoughts in her mind.
By the power of winter, she’d been hypnotized.
See, Saint Nick had been given great magick indeed,
It affected each person who accepted his seed.
They’d turn blank, and blissful, and cheerful and merry.
And I know from experience, his cum tastes like cherry.
So when Mrs. Claus swallowed each dose of his cum
Her mind emptied further, repurposed for fun.
And this time, I’m sure he must have shot out a lot.
Because left in her mind was but one single thought.
“He needs some more helpers to make him feel pleasure,
And if they also made toys, wouldn’t that be a treasure?”
She thought about folklore, all the creatures of fae.
“The Elves!” she decided, “They’d make a great lay!”
That might seem shocking to you, my dear modern reader.
“The elves?” you might think, fat diminutive creatures?
“Not quite!” I’d say, with a grin on my face.
More like elves from Tolkien, full of beauty and grace.
We lived in a forest, my queen Mistle and I,
Along with five-hundred elves that we ruled from on high.
Our palace was secret, in a place on no map.
So imagine my surprise, when Jessica sat in my lap.
“My dear, King Caesar,” she said with a smile.
“We’ve come from the north, please host us a while.”
Her hand traced my skin, her breath warm in my ear.
“Will you please let us stay? I promise to give you some cheer!”
“No thank you!” I yelled out as I stood up with haste.
And now, my kind reader, please grant me some grace.
For I’d been engaged in private talks with my wife.
She was begging for cock, but I feared making new life.
So when this smooth-eared vixen (please pardon my phrase)
Propositioned me too, I couldn’t stifle my rage.
I yelled and I screamed. I denied her seduction.
I’ll plainly admit, not the best introduction.
Then spoke my wife Mistle, she started talking me down.
“Oh Caesar, be civil. They’re new here in town!”
A gleam caught her eye, and she mischievously said,
“Whether you like it or not, I’ll take them to bed!”
And so off they went to my timid bedchamber.
Oh, my Mistle. My love! I never could tame her.
One night so much later, while deep in her pussy,
Mistle told me what happened, she shared it with me.
The wives embraced quickly and their tongues interlocked.
While Saint Nick got aroused, and revealed his red cock.
Mrs. Claus shed her robes and what lay underneath,
Was ribboned and bowed like a fine Christmas wreath.
She’d long since ditched panties, lacy bras and the like
Only that ribbon adorned her for the rest of the night.
She was a present intended for me to unwrap.
Instead that sweet bait lured my wife to their trap.
Mrs. Claus raised her chest, so inviting and fair.
The meaning was clear from the bow resting there.
Mistle tugged at the ribbon with curious ease,
And two hypnotic boobies let sway as they pleased.
Back and forth, back and forth, they caught Mistle’s gaze.
She couldn’t help but feel calm, as she watched how they swayed.
“Now that’s a good elf, relax, drift away…
Don’t think about husbands, or what they might say.”
And Mistle just smiled, and obeyed what she heard.
The old magick of titties made her hang on each word.
Though for now just entranced, not yet quite brainwashed.
She needed one thing to let herself truly be lost.
“Bend over, dear Mistle,” sweet Mrs. Claus purred.
“Let go of your thoughts, let your mind become blurred”
So hypnotically lost, my wife Mistle became.
She let them both use her. She was finally tamed.
And so Saint Nick took my most beautiful wife.
His cock was much better than the elf in her life.
It was fat and quite bald. It was long and had girth.
I have no qualms about saying, “It's the best on the Earth!”
It plunged deep in her pussy. It opened her wide.
While tits that kept swinging, did soften her mind.
“Don’t worry my dear, you’ll love being his,
Now clamp down with your pussy, squeeze out all that jizz.”
So Mistle squeezed down, as she was ordered to do.
Nick tried to hold back, but he started to spew.
Ropes and ropes of his cum, began filling her womb.
For the freedom of elves, this act spelled our doom.
Mistle’s eyes gained a twinkle, then they started to glow.
And the juice from her pussy, it started to flow.
She’d never become so turned on in her life.
“Thank you Saint Nick, may I please fuck your wife?”
Of course he agreed, so then his wife and mine,
Went down on each other, a joint sixty-nine.
As that talented tongue explored Mistle’s cave,
She had one blissful thought: “I’m a good Christmas slave!”
Yes his magical cum had quite the effect you see,
Far beyond the warmth spreading in Mistle’s pussy.
To us magical folk, its effects are quite strong,
The process had started, it wouldn’t take long.
Mistle felt herself shaking, she started to shrink,
But she was far from concerned, she still couldn’t think!
It stopped when she reached half her original size
Saint Nick roared with laughter as he looked at his prize.
“My magical cum, did something more, I now see.
Come here, my slave Mistle, Why don’t you serve me?”
So my Mistle stood up, still so nimble and quick.
She ran to her master, and her face met his dick.
It was then, she realized, to Queen Mistle’s delight
It was so easy to suck him, now with her new height.
She took his cock deep; far into her throat.
She smiled as she sucked, no chance she might choke.
It was around this time, when I entered the scene.
Surprised by short Mistle, with her eyes glowing green.
“Hello dear,” she said, a blank smile on her face,
“It feels so amazing! Let them show you your place.”
To my shame I admit, I tried resisting at first.
What they did to my Mistle, I saw as perverse.
But sly Jessica, see, had made herself hidden.
She caught me off guard, and bound me in ribbon!
I was helpless and bound, with no allies nearby.
Her boobs started swinging, a lure to my eye.
I got lost in their power; their hypnotic sway.
And I started to wonder if he’d put his dick up my A
Now despite reputation, I’m not into guys,
But all that can change, once you’ve been hypnotized.
He got peppermint lube, and spread it over his dick,
And I knew that I wanted his candy-cane stick
Now, I am really quite sorry, if you don’t like it gay,
But this is simply the truth of what happened that day.
Mistle coddled and cooed, said, “You’re doing so great.”
As Nick’s cock spread me wide, and brushed my prostate.
I saw that green glow in the eyes of my wife;
The woman I’d loved for nearly all of my life.
When it comes to my Mistle, I get a bit sappy.
I’d give my kingdom and more, to make my love happy.
I’m not frankly sure why it popped in my head.
To give him my kingdom, just to serve him in bed.
But the thought once considered, would not easily quit
But it had nothing to do with those soft swinging tits.
This was what Mistle wanted, I knew in my heart.
To share love with others, each one doing their part.
So when she looked in my eyes with desire made clear,
I swallowed my pride and abandoned my fear.
“Saint Nick, will you promise, to the end of your days…
To give each of my subjects this blank blissful haze?
Your cock and your power, they both feel sublime.
Fuck us all and we’ll serve you, ‘til the end of our time.”
As if to answer my question, he throbbed in response.
My queen stroked my cheek, “Let him take what he wants.”
Purely on instinct, I squeezed down on his shaft,
And felt him unload, right into my aft.
The change felt so good, as it made my height short.
“I’m finally yours!” I laughed with a snort.
Then the Clauses laughed too, a joint Ho, ho, ho!
“We’re only beginning, it’s just the start of the show!”
Then the reindeer zoomed in, through the palace skylight.
And what they dragged in, was such a delight.
A marvelous machine, with sex toys galore,
But the dildos and fleshlights weren’t the biggest allure.
A padded red chair, was placed right in the center,
And Mistle hopped in, my good enslaved mentor.
A visor came down to block her soft glowing eyes.
It showed her a spiral, to help hypnotize.
Just before she went blank, I saw a satisfied smirk.
Then her body went limp, and the toys got to work.
Then her body went limp, and the toys got to work.
Her holes were each filled with a phallus of brass.
In her mouth and her pussy and even her ass!
As I watched Mistle writhe, my cock twitched and it yearned.
Mrs. Claus sat beside me, “Can’t wait for your turn?”
She sank to her knees and sucked my small elven cock.
In no time at all, she had me hard as a rock.
So I fucked her right there as they brainwashed my queen.
Who at their command, started flicking her bean.
The sight was amazing; the pleasure immense.
In no time at all, it became too intense.
I did what I could, to hold back my cum.
But then as I did, I felt a hand on my bum.
“Be a good boy,” my Master Claus said,
“She needs all your cum, this woman I wed.”
And of course I obeyed, I had but one choice.
I would never resist the booming sound of his voice.
I unleashed all my cum inside her deep place.
She squeezed so tight as I did, a joyful embrace.
Then their machine chimed once, its job had been done.
My dear Mistle stepped out, so happy they’d won.
“It feels so amazing. My thoughts are so quiet!”
“You must know what it feels like! You really must try it!”
So I strapped myself in their amazing machine.
It removed the wrong thoughts. It washed my brain clean!
I learned my new purpose, as the red spiral swirled.
I would help them make toys for the kids of the world!
And as soon as I knew, that one joyous thought.
I felt a fake pussy squeeze down on my cock.
The machine it would teach me, what was right and was wrong,
To the tune of a festive binaural song.
And so as it played, my thoughts broke and unraveled
I saw a vision of journey, my kind would soon travel.
We’d move so far north, this old home left behind.
Oaks and maples abandoned, replaced with green pine.
The visor raised up, and I saw such a sight.
My high council’d been shrunk, and their eyes did glow bright.
While I had been busy, letting my thoughts be rewritten,
Jessica bewitched my advisors, they were entirely smitten!
So the act was completed, the deed had been done.
The elf kingdom had fallen, but we had a good run.
Soon all of my people would serve my dear Master.
And I’d do all that I could, to help them fall faster.
I licked, I sucked, and I fucked all my friends.
I felt such incredible joy to watch them descend.
We all became slaves, in that great Christmas orgy.
And that now, my reader, concludes my dear story.
I’m sorry if it feels this end’s a bit lazy.
But honestly here, my memory gets hazy.
That’s just my lot now, as a good mind-fucked slave.
If you’d rather avoid it, then you better behave!
But if you think you might like it, my dear cherished reader.
They’ll bring you right in, and make you a breeder.
Though don’t expect things will always go just your way.
You might have new urges by the end of the day.
You see my sweet Mistle, once so caring and kind,
Became something else, once they twisted her mind.
They made her chief slaver, elf-dominatrix
With tall leather boots that I clean with my licks.
That’s right, I changed too, and not just my height.
For something below is always drawing my sight.
He gave me a fetish, in the midst of this tale.
I now enjoy feet! I love them ankle to nail.
I love great long toes or even cute little nubs
I even like calluses, they’re so fun to rub.
I even like odor, whether smelly or scented
Something about gorgeous feet just gets me erected.
So if you'll pardon my exit, tonight’s orgy now calls,
With its dicks and its boobies and even elf balls.
And I have high hopes for my fetish you know...
With some luck I'll kiss pussy, beneath Mistle's toe.
Thank you so much for sticking around to the end! I really hope you enjoyed my twisted Christmas tale.
I am now posting my stories at least one week in advance on my Patreon. Any support, either through there or just in the form of feedback, would mean the world to me.
See you next week!
-Temple Siren