Bah, humbug

Mistress Valerie stars in a Christmas Movie

We begin by meeting Edmund Scrooge, a brash, charmless, sexist 30-something yuppie in charge of a team of female office workers.  We see him throwing his weight around, making sexist comments and denying them any time off at Christmas (“Unless you want to come round and cook my turkey, girls!”). 

Off he goes, bragging loudly on his mobile about (quite imaginary) sexual conquests at work, before going down the pub with his equally obnoxious mates to try out cheesy chat-up lines on uninterested women.  He returns (unsuccessful, of course, and drunk) to his bachelor pad, watches a porn video and has a wank, before crashing out on the couch.

But this Christmas is different.  The ghost of his old drinking partner Joseph Marley appears in the bachelor pad in the middle of the night, and what a change from when Scrooge knew him!  He clanks as he moves; heavy steel chains connecting shackles around his wrists to the heavy steel collar around his neck, and trailing down from a heavy belt around his waist to steel shackles around his ankles.  As he shambles forward we see a chastity belt clamped firmly on his genitals and above his well-striped buttocks we see a tattoo reading “Property of Mistress Valerie.  Not to be removed without  permission.” 

Marley has learnt from Mistress Valerie the errors of his male chauvinist past - and he is here with an awful warning for Scrooge to mend his ways!  Three spirits will help him in this task.

We begin with Mistress Valerie of Christmas past.  We see Scrooge, as the adult he is today but in his childhood clothes, opening his presents on Christmas morning.  He has many but is dissatisfied and complains, as each gift fails to meet his expectations.  But then his weary parents fade from view, and Governess Valerie appears: to show him what might have been had his upbringing been stricter.  Each present is wrapped again, and the tawse applied to his hands each time.  He unwraps each again in turn,, with appropriately polite cries of delight - and rewrapping each again for a dose of the tawse if  Governess Valerie deems his response too churlish.  So it goes through the day.  He gets the strap for not eating up his sprouts, his knuckles are repeatedly rapped for cheating at Monopoly and eventually Governess Valerie has had enough and administers a vigorous caning before the boy is sent to bed.  Back in the present day …Scrooge wakes up howling on the couch, his hands feel his bottom incredulously, and he makes his way painfully to work.

 

 

The next night, it is the turn of Mistress Valerie of Christmas present.  Here we see Scrooge in the only place he is fit to encounter a lady: tied to the cross in Mistress Valerie’s dungeon.  She enters, a classic dominatrix, dressed in PVC.  She introduces him to all of the modern techniques of punishment: electro play, bondage and suspension, nipple clamps and flogging.  He is forced to lick clean Her boots, is tied to act as an ashtray and is fed dog food.  His genitals are tied, clamped, whipped and then shocked repeatedly with an insect zapper.  Finally, he is wired up to Mistress Valerie’s motion-sensitive e-stim and flogged with a long leather whip, the motion detector clamped firmly between his teeth.  …Back in the present day, Scrooge at work has his head down, not making eye contact with any of his staff, and he involuntarily cringes as his secretary leans over the printer and innocently asks “Shall I switch it on?”

 

 

On the third night, we meet Mistress Valerie of Christmas yet to come.  Scrooge is an old man now, gaunt and tired.  We see him in an apron and nothing else, doing dishes and other chores around a kitchen.  We see his buttocks, striped and ridged after what must have been decades of punishment.  From the steel chastity belt around his waist, hangs a slightly rusty padlock.  A handbell tinkles and he hurries as well as his old bones can carry him to the living room, where Mistress Valerie, eternally youthful, indicates his duties with a languid finger.  It is obvious that his servitude has been so long and so repetitive that no words need any longer be spoken.  Mistress Valerie’s friends are around for Christmas day, and we see them opening presents and laughing.  Some slaves are present, young fit and obviously happy to be fulfilling their fantasies.  But Scrooge moves around silently performing his chores, his face blank.  He carries out his chores efficiently, obviously well schooled in his tasks and is at no stage acknowledged by any of the party.  Finally Mistress Valerie beckons him over, says “50” and hands him a whip, without looking up.  We see him retreat to a bare room and, alone, begin to lash his buttocks.  Fade out.

We fade back in again to see Mistress Valerie of Christmas yet to come alone, surrounded by post-Christmas mess.  She is on the phone and saying “Yes, I’m going to need a new slave.  I had that last one for thirty-two years, but I suppose nothing lasts for ever“, and the camera pulls back to reveal a pile of stuffed rubbish bags outside the front door waiting to be collected.  One is in the shape of a kneeling human form…

Back in the present, Scrooge wakes up in a cold sweat.  We see him heading out the door in a frantic rush, and stopping off at a little shop in Soho on his way in to work.  In the office, to the ladies’ puzzlement, there are presents for all: each receives a pair of new shoes and an implement: paddles, canes, straps and whips.  Scrooge explains that he has seen the error of his ways, and begs them for some ‘performance management’.  The ladies tuck into mince pies and chat delightedly, as, one by one, they recall their boss’s most unpleasant habits, and exact a much-needed revenge. 

The camera pulls back from this scene of Christmas cheer, the giggles and howls fading out, and we see Mistress Valerie, watching approvingly from afar, a smile on Her face and a whip in Her hand…

 

 

This is one of the very first femdom stories I ever wrote.  I started because the first domme I ever had the pleasure of visiting - a lovely lady, thinly disguised as Mistress Valerie in these early tales - commanded me to write first of all an account of my sessions and then (when that became tedious and repetitive) stories.  I think my writing style has changed... not necessarily for the better.  Anyway, an icy blast from the past, there so wrap up warm.

 

Oh - and here's an unrelated photo, too.  And a Merry Christmas to one and all!

 

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