Twas the month before Christmas and all through the land,
Subbies were locked by their Mistresses' hand.
Strict chastity belts round their waists were secure,
The better to keep all their thoughts clean and pure.
Never knowing just when they'll be granted release,
With their confinement they are at peace.
The keys are all hidden with exquisite care,
From desperate subbies in case they should dare.
On the twelfth day of lockdown the milkings began,
As the mistresses slowly pegged every man.
Helpless to fight it the subbies were drained,
While belted so tightly each one remained.
With six days to go the presents were wrapped,
For the slightest of errors asses were slapped.
With hard belt and cane any errors were met,
For every mistake six strokes they would get.
At last there remained just one single night,
Before Christmas day and the end of thier plight.
Blindfold and bound so tightly they lay,
To pleasure their Ladies until light of day.
On that Christmas morning under the tree,
Each found their present a shiny gold key.
With trembling fingers they worked at the lock,
Desperate to free their tightly caged cocks.
And then came the quiet frustrated cries,
As they fought with the belt locked tight twixt their thighs.
Slowly they realized it wasn't to be,
This was not the morning that they would be free.
Each turned to his mistress and gazed on Her smile,
And the key round Her neck he'd not seen for a while.
Slowly they realized that's where it should be,
And on that Christmas morning they became free.
