“You know tomorrow is Christmas! It made me feel respected and welcome when Blitzen called me Sir at first. “I was told that we’d get spanked or sent to the naughty corner if we made me cum before the main attraction,” she explained. “I’d have to ask this girl, and then she’d figure out her mom cheated on her dad. My aunt also organized the other reindeer to pass out appetizers, but no one questioned her authority to do it. one other?”
Damnit. “Nobody wanted to play reindeer games with me,” she pouted sweetly and batted her eyes. Do you feel like a winner?”
“Uh … Watching my mom sing along, “Hit me with your best shot, Fire away (fire away)! Try again, Master!” Blitzen didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know that I was the one who threw the ring at her – no one else even tried to hit her cane with a wreath. I had spent my entire life being taught NEVER to say it – by MY mother, and now to find out that she considered herself the President of a club of self-admitted cunts – was a mind fuck. Wishful thinking! Manipulation, cruelty, rudeness, putting down men, sucking dick, eating pussy, kissing things that you want, eating reindeer feed, and um, uh …
