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FEMDOM CHRISTMAS

Jingle balls, jingle balls
Jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to squeeze them every single day

May the miracle of Christmas bring you joy and happiness, slave. And pain, of course. Now, listen up, you empty sock, I’ve been thinking about a Christmas present for you. Isn’t that sweet?
He smiled and opened his mouth.
Shut the fuck up, She snapped, or I’ll knock you unconscious!
His mouth fell shut and he heard Her sigh.
So, a Christmas present. I wish I could give you a brain, that would be cool, wouldn’t it? From a hamster or so, nothing fancy. Just something to fill up the vast emptiness between your ears.
She shook Her head.
No such luck. Or what about a bigger dick! That’s priority number 1, I would say, because that thing between your legs … I mean, that’s just an embarrassment. And these – She grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them hard – what the fuck are these?
He danced up and down in pain: My b-a-a-a-a-l-l-s! Please, aargh!
What’s the matter with you! Can’t you be a little more Christmas-y? Come on then, let’s do a singsong: Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls, Jingle all the way …
She squeezed his balls even harder and dug Her sharp nails into the weak flesh.
I’m waiting Christmas boy, let me hear you!!
Jesus, so much for a Silent Night, man.

SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE

Good old insomnia, the doctor said with a wry smile, what would we do without it!
Sleep, I guess, he yawned.
Exactly! Now, let’s see, She sighed, thumbing through the papers, you used sleeping tablets, drank a river of Sleeptime Tea, threw away $250 on a  bottle of sleeping oil, took yoga classes and went to a sleep coach. Who, you wrote, fell asleep during the session. You’re on a strict diet, stopped smoking, stopped drinking and you had no sex in seven years. You stopped living altogether, one might say. And still sleepless?
Yes, Ma’am.
Well, you’ve come to the right place, sir. The Femdom Sleep Clinic has a worldwide reputation for putting people to sleep. So, you’ve got your pyjamas on … She paused and looked at them with new eyes … Bambi pyjamas, seriously, sir? Oh well, whatever gets you through the night, right? Now, I will put your head between My legs … don’t worry, sir, it will be fine. You just close your eyes and think of happy things. 
She started to squeeze Her legs together and his eyes popped open again.
My neck!
Yes, sir, that’s correct, that is your neck. She squeezed Her legs tighter and tighter. His face became as red as a tomato. He struggled, but his body started to feel so heavy and everything became blurry. He lost consciousness and slept like a baby. Just like the doctor ordered.

AIRTIGHT

How much can I put you down for, sir?
He produced a prehistoric argggh sound, because She squeezed the bejesus out of him. She had an arm around his throat and leg scissored his kidneys through his ass. She’d introduced Herself as Sue (how do you do) and She’d told him She collected donations for a pet shelter in Antartica.
Fifty, he rasped, fifty dol- dollars.
Fif-ty dol-lars????
Each syllable came with a squeeze.
Gghhh! I mean one … one hun- hundred dolla-a-a-a-rs.
One hundred? Sir, you are kidding Me, right??
She tightened Her grip around his throat and the poor fellow was struggling for dear life. He could feel the bones in his neck shifting and cracking. He waved his arms up and down as if he was guiding in a plane. She gave him some breathing space.
I…I give You three … arggh …  four hun- hundred dol- dollars …
She let him go and helped him up.
I thank you on behalf of the pets in Antartica, sir! Most people give two to five dollars, so you are a true hero. You will be on My shortlist of most generous donors and you have not seen the last of Me yet, sir! I wish you good day. Happy breathing, sir!