A Chastity Poem for Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, except the feminized, chastised man in the house.

She was dressed in a pretty Christmas colored maid's uniform,working very hard,
knowing that everything must be ready and perfect for the party tomorrow.

My mistress was in bed, getting her beauty rest,
while I, the sissified husband, slaved away, preparing for the Christmas party greater than all of the rest.

Cooking and baking, scrubbing the floors,
dusting, decorating, arranging, a place setting for twenty four.

Her mother would be there, a lady to whom I must defer,
her sister and brother, both control me without knowing.

the whole circle of family and friends I must serve,
encourage and bound by chastity, I will do whatever I'm told.

A cheerful, feminine demeanor I must always maintain,
as my wife always requires me to establish feminine rapport with everyone.

As the evening progresses, I'm serving and keeping all glasses full,
a pretty, proper feminine hostess, I know my exact role.

When the family has departed, and the home is perfectly cleaned and restored,
my services as female companion begin to unfold.

Jason, Robert, Kirk, Billy, Andy, and Jerone,
each receives oral pleasure, as my wife gleefully cheers me on.

A Christmas they remember, satisfied before they go home,
and many, many pictures remind me that I will always be required to go along.

My macho man ego is crushed, as I take off my makeup, shave my legs,
Retouch my nails and toes, with Chastity belt still locked securely on.

Knowing that a New years celebration is not far along.
If I do my very best, and be the woman she wants, I might have a New years present of relief for which I have always longed.

Until she decides what pleasure I will have,
I will paint on my cheerful, feminine face and Serve everyone.

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