You know how, when there are far more impotant things you should be doing, a stupid idea gets into your head?
Then it works like a maggot and bores in and turns and turns . . .
A TUGs Carol (or just the start of it?)
Away in a chamber, cold stone for a bed,
The willing submissive lays down his gagged head
His Master above him looks down where he lay
The poor, bound submissive just can’t get away.
The victim a-moaning, his poor body shakes
But the willing submissive, no crying he makes.
The bars in the window, so strong and so stout
Ensure that the captive can never get out.
. . . and you know there are other things you should be doing.
Wassail,
xtc