#262038 - Not often do I get to watch you work on yourself, The thought impressive enough in itself,” He quipped, a big smirk covering his face, As his hands dipped down, and started to play over her costume of rope and lace. And at the clearing of his throat, she gave a little jump and squeak, And in her impressive self-made bindings, he decided to take pity on her, and helped her to her feet; With a few rubs to her calves, her blood into her legs started to once more flow, And how ill-advised her attempts to move, she began to know. He lifted her up, taking her up the steps, The Master tucked her into the bed, her passion showing with her heaving breasts, And with a loving smile, against her warmth he pressed, Merry Christmas dear slave, and now take a good rest.