Yes Mistress, How Dog and His Mistress Celebrate Christmas

By Yanagi Rosencratz

Yes Mistress is a collection of Holiday themed, soft-core, BDSM stories numbering twelve and including wax, animal, furniture, turkey,doll, kidnapping,reindeer, maid, stocking, bondage and a few other things. All participants are willing and over the age of consent. There is also an element of sweetness as Dog and Mistress really do care for each other.
I make no statements as to the legitimacy of my portrayals though they have some limited root in my own experiences.

An older imagining of this story, titled, Twelve Days of Christmas, A Collection of Stories about a Sub and His Mistress and How They Celebrate the Holiday Season is currently up for sale along side Yes, Mistress.It contains several of the same themes but is more geared towards those who would like to put themselves in the main character's shoes and is intentionally left with a minimum of specific detail while in this one, every detail is described fully. These tasty, titillating, soft core BDSM stories include most of the more common kinds of animal and object play, including living X-mas trees!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yanagi Rosencratz
• Release date: Oct 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301741885

Yanagi Rosencratz

I'm a long term writer who often does short stories and specializes in fantasy. Lately though, I've been warming up to how my boyfriend sees things. Most stories under this pen name are inspired by him, though, a few are completely of my own creation.My inspiration seems to center around different holidays at least for now. I've got two Valentines Day themed books that will be coming out in February. One is several shorts about how several established couples spendValentines Day and the other is five longer stories about starting relationships on Valentines Day.

Book preview

Yes Mistress

How Dog and His Mistress Celebrate Christmas

The Revised and Expanded Twelve Days of Christmas

Written By

Yanagi

Rosencratz

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013Yanagi Rosencratz

Santa Girl Image courtesy of [Charisma] / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Additional image elements courtesy of Yanagi Rosencratz

The following story contains sexually explicit material. Do not read if you are underage or if such content is illegal in your area. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen. Any sort of fetish play should be approached with caution on the part of the participants so as not to cause lasting damage. All play should be with the consent of all involved.

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This edition was written for those of you who may enjoy reading about a story with characters that are more vivid. The first edition, titled, Twelve Days of Christmas, A Collection of stories About a Sub and His Mistress and How They Celebrate the Holiday Season, was intentionally left with fewer details in an attempt to allow the reader to put themselves in place of the characters. There is more vivid imagery added to this, the second edition. The first edition is also up on smashwords.

The Twelve Days

A Gift For Doggy

Maid for a day

Ooh, For Me?

The Icy Prelude

I Just Want to Eat (You Up)

Picking Out the Perfect Tree

Gingerbread House

Black Peter

China Doll

Reindeer Games

The Nutcracker

Christmas Elf

Christmas Day

A Gift for Doggy

On the first day I came through the door and stopped in my tracks. Mistress stood in the hallway wearing an inky satin waist coat. The tails of it trailed down and brushed against her luscious calves whenever she moved. She stuck her leg out and her foot flexed in one black spike heel, the tendons stiffening beneath the straps that wrapped around and around and finally ended buckled tightly around her ankles. She stood with her whole body thrust forward aggressively. She was like a magician’s assistant in that coat, or a sexy lion tamer since she held a long black cat of nine tails. Behind her was a large box all wrapped up in reflective green paper.

Mistress spoke in the low, sultry voice she normally used when she was in character, a voice that I craved and ached to obey. Hello dog, I’ve decided on a way to make Christmas more fun this year. Get undressed and get on the floor. She stepped forward, showing off soft thigh and a hint of ebony thong, the fabric flashing as it caught the light, her long thick hair loose and trailing down her shoulders as she gave me a crimson smile.

I yanked at the buttons on my shirt and gave up with a grunt of disgust at how useless such things are when you are in a hurry. I slithered out of my half buttoned shirt and spent such a long time fumbling with my belt. Finally I got it off and shoved down my pants then kicked them. They slid over to where the shirt had fallen.

I fell on all fours and Mistress straddled me. She ran her fingers through my hair and I pushed against the palm of her hand. Her hand closed into a fist, trapping my hair and she jerked my head back. She whispered in my ear. Did I tell you to leave your boxers on?

I shook my head as much as I could with her holding me and whined No, mistress. I hadn’t realized it but I had. I’d left my underwear on. Fuck me! It was a stupid mistake. Soft, warm flesh and silky cool cloth rubbed against the skin on my back as she slid down behind me and the movement tickled me all along my spine.

Here, hold this and sit up. She put her whip between my teeth and I felt the silky skin of her thighs slide around my waist. Now, stand up. I did and she pulled my boxers slowly down, tapping each leg for me to lift it. Now, back down, said mistress with a push at the small of my back. I got back on all fours and hoped that was what she’d meant. I was on the cold tile of the entryway in nothing, my cock free and growing and my ass up and completely exposed. Goose pimples began to form on my tender flesh as Mistress walked around me, causing a slight cool breeze to trail along my body. I tried not to bite down on the soft raw hide of the whip’s handle.

Mistress stopped to one side of me and