Our Christmas sl*ve-meat must be prepared for the party season and the associated enjoyment in sl*ves’ s*ffering that We bring to Our celebrations! We have developed Our own recipe, one that involves the beating, spanking and stuffing that is necessary for Our “man-turkey”. Indeed, he is kneeling on Our roasting tray in trepidation and eager anticipation!

With complementary seasonal colours shown resplendently in Our lingerie and Femdom chef’s aprons, We are ready to begin! We w*ste no time, and both start by slapping Our sl*ve’s *ss, turning it pink and tenderising the flesh, so well presented for Us to work on. We note the sl*ve’s futile noises, his squeaks and squeals suddenly increasing when I cruelly wrench the sub’s nuts back between his legs into a prime position for tenderising!

Goddess Jewels finishes turning the sub’s *ss red and now proceeds to t*rment those tempting nuts by scratching, squeezing and applying uncomfortable pressures to the sub’s vulnerable spheres. All the while I control the sub’s position through My vice-like grip on his nuts, causing inevitable (and enviable) discomfort to Our sub while presenting them to Goddess Jewels for the application of ever-increasing anguish.

More unpleasant slaps rain onto the sl*ve’s exposed *ss, which obligingly turns red as the sub moans.... We make the turkey sing to us and “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” punctuates our slaps. Goddess Jewels accentuates the sub’s predicament by stretching his nuts again as he sings. One false note and he will sing falsetto for evermore! “Jingle Bells” rings out as Our sub thinks of his b*lls jingling, disturbingly, just a few moments before and We continue to slap him about.

We get the turkey turned over and toy with his nipples and the “sausage” that I locate without its blanket! We position Our boy and lubricate him, moistening the turkey with Our saliva. Goddess Jewels slaps the turkey’s face as She continues to redden his body all over, while I ensure that his h*les are ready for stuffing! We discard Our aprons and prepare ourselves to stuff the turkey: Our sub babbles and begs incoherently (Not to be stuffed, to be stuffed, to be stuffed hard, to be made useful). The sl*ve is clearly overcome by Us - two visions of beautiful Female dominance about to take Our fun with him.

The stuffing commences and, before the sub realises, I am inside his *ss spreading it wide, stretching the greedy h*le while Goddess Jewels fills his mouth with c*ck. Soon the sub is silent, apart from gulps, groans and a desperate need for Our thrusts. I have the sl*t’s *ss ready in no time, gaping open for Goddess Jewels to ream deeply. Her lengthy thrusts stuff the filthy sl*ve, and She works him hard as I keep his mouth full of the c*ck that ch*kes him for Our amusement.

I encourage the sub to beg for more and keep the spit flowing, as Goddess Jewels tests the sl*ve’s endurance. We name this turkey Our Christmas b*tch - such a fortunate sub and he knows it. The sl*ve pulls himself onto the c*ck that Goddess Jewels is penetrating him with! She takes a few final hard thrusts before I introduce My strap-on c*ck, even bigger, stretching that *ss out even further. I show no mercy, thrusting all the way in immediately and the sl*ve must take it. There is no complaining only appreciation from Our sub, this turkey is f*cked, covered in spit and sweat.

Our sub is ready for the party season and will remember this stuffing long into the New Year and for years to come.

ROASTING THE MEAT