Episode 205 - Surviving 2013

Summary: This week on KnotCast, Fuzz and Savrin catch up from over the holidays. Shiva has a case of boneitis, but will be back next week hopefully. As a bonus, here is the XXXMas Poem from last episode. Twas the night before Christmas and all through the manse Not a subbie was stirring; they hadn’t a chance Some girls up on crosses, some crossies in stocks And a few lucky bois strung up by their cocks The masos were nestled all snug in vac-beds While visions of Mistresses danced in their heads And my submissive in lace and me in my kilt Had wrapped all the pressies in ribbon and gilt When out on the lawn there arose such a ruckus It drowned out the chorus of “Master, please fuck us” Away to the door, I strolled with a rum Past tits swelling purple and the occasional bum The moon on the breasts of a particular whore Shone light everywhere as I came to the door When what to my wandering hands, I mean eyes, should appear But eight reindeer furries, all holding a beer And a fat bloke in rubber, who looked a right dick I knew in a moment it must be St Nick His pants were red latex, his coat was the same He pulled out a crop and addressed them by name Now, cumsponge! Now, harlot! Now kajira and slave! On, angel! On missy! On tgirl and knave! From the tip of my cock to the hair on each ball Now kiss away, lick away, suck away all! He grinned and he laughed as they fought over his fly Then grunting and sweating, he looked up at the sky And to the top of the house old St Nicholas blew Furries and beers and all the toys too And then, in a twinkling, I heard through the ceiling Prancing and pawing and screaming and squealing As I drank down my rum, and was turning around Out of the chimney he came with a bound He was still dressed in latex from his head to his foot And was cursing his beer which was half-full of soot He had a girl on his cock, who was gasping for air And the gifts from his sack had spilled here and there Dildos and handcuffs and a cilice with spikes No doubt about it, he’s in tune with our likes Rope in all colours, and chain by the metre Two branding irons - with a gas-fired heater! He spoke not a word but went straight to his work And fucked all the sluts with a quick little jerk Then poking a finger up the nearest moist tart He leapt for the chimney and made to depart He grabbed hold of a whip, gave the furries a flick Sat one on his face and one on his dick But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight "Merry XXXmas to all, have a fucking good-night." Use our coupon code 'knot' at AdamEve.com for a great deal.