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a snippet of page 9 of my romantic horror #nsfwart #12DaysKinkmas comic about Santa and his wife having a lovely crimbo together

the full pages can be found on my other galleries
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December 28, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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my #12DaysKinkmas comic page for today (page 6)

Santa Klaus coming down your chimney to...visit you tonight 💕

#nsfwart x
December 25, 2025 at 9:34 PM
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I made coconut tempeh rice and a bunch of strawberry and plum jam muffins

in case y'all were waiting in anticipation for more deets

also my #12DaysKinkmas comic is still coming out daily on my other platforms

it's actually probably fine on bsky it's just got...strong implications
🎅👜
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I'm making dinner today for Xmas with my mum

I'm the only vegan today so I'm like a well I'll help out, I'll make something so it's no extra hassle and there'll be something others can try too

but a family full of vegetable resistant ppl and mushroom allergies...

I'm making dinner for myself lol
December 25, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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Our grand finale! Day 12 of Kinkmas brings us to "Santa/Krampus", with a little bit of a lore dump for Ashworthy and his relationships with certain festive spirits! Always good to leave a present out for Krampus, to avoid the sack.

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
With the party over and the guests gone, the mansion grew quiet, its decorations left to suffer in corners as the staff cleaned. Jacob sat by the main Christmas tree, sipping from a glass of brandy as he read an old book. “Fancy stuff, Ashworthy!” The low growl came from a monstrous form that unfurled itself from the shadows, taking the shape of a dark-furred goat-creature with blazing red eyes. “I can taste the punishment from down the block.” “A pleasant evening as always, Mr. Krampus,” Jacob said evenly. “Brandy?” “Won’t say no!” The monster stepped forward, picking up the second glass Jacob had prepared and downing the drink vessel and all. Glass crunched as he nodded. “Great stuff. Always great stuff. And is this my naughty one?” His eyes bore down on the wrapped-up woman under the tree, and he reached down with one clawed hand to run it over her side. “She smells even more sinful than you.” The woman had slipped into an exhausted stupor, but at the monster’s touch she began to wriggle and twist away from his touch. Jacob smiled thinly. “That is our arrangement. You take the most sinful person in the house.” “And the Big Guy rescues the Nice Listers,” Krampus agreed. He lifted the woman in one clawed hand, ignoring her muffled screams. “Speaking of, I think there’s some milk cow and a reindeer off to the North Pole.” “Well, that saves me the trouble of getting rid of them,” Jacob said easily. It was only the artifacts he cared for. The displays could be replaced. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Krampus.” “Merry Christmas, Ashworthy. Gonna sack you one of these years - but not tonight.” Krampus grinned, stuffing the wrapped woman into his sack. Her screams faded into the shadows along with the creature. Ashworthy nodded with a smile, returning to his book. It had been another lovely Christmas after all.
December 24, 2025 at 4:02 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
It's Day 11 of the twelve days of Kinkmas, and both the party and these stories are starting to wind down! Time to relax with some Milking Cookies and... hm? Oh, I'm sure that's just a typo. Try one.

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
As the party wound down, the staff brought out coffee carafes, and wheeled out the milking station. Jacob joined a few of his associates by the station, pouring himself a glass of coffee before turning to look at the milker. She was a woman in her mid-thirties, with pale skin, spiky black hair, and large glasses through which she stared morosely at her tormentors. Her lower body was locked inside the serving cart, arms pulled behind her and wrists locked as well, so that only her head and upper body were showing. She was wearing a cow-patterned maid’s bonnet and a collar with a cowbell on it, and had a bit gag on to garble her words. The main feature of the station, however, was the milking platform. The woman’s massive breasts were resting on a long metal platform, nipples pulled down and painfully pinched by small glass tubes that hung down over a small grille. A button next to each side advertised ‘warm milk’ and ‘cool milk’. “How did you find this one?” Mortimer asked, casually placing his own mug under the ‘warm milk’ nozzle and pressing the button. The woman made a soft moaning sound as a low flame sparked under her breast, and the tube began to rhythmically pulse, letting a thin stream of milk flow into the cup. “Oh, she’s not important,” Jacob said dismissively. “I have a contract with a cursed baker. He produces what he calls ‘milking cookies’. Normally I abhor puns, but the results speak for themselves.” He gestured at the woman. “Her breasts were a mere B-cup before the staff force-fed her a few cookies, cursing her with udders full of milk. If she proves popular, they’ll feed her a few more.” “Oh, that is quite brilliant.” Amelie stepped up on the other side, and the woman’s moans grew as she pressed the ‘cold milk’ button, leading to a cold metal plate pressing against the milker’s nipples. “You will simply have to give me his card.” “It would be my pleasure,” Jacob assured her, adding some milk to his own glass as Mortimer stepped back.
December 23, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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my #12DaysKinkmas comic is out now on all my other platforms

as you can see it's a very loving story and nothing horrifying involved here at all
December 23, 2025 at 7:35 AM
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I'm heading down to see my mum for a couple of days so unfortunately all the porn will be in a lovely wholesome family environment and I won't be able to make any here for y'all

altho my #12DaysKinkmas comic is scheduled to continue rolling out, but not here on bsky BC it's too wholesome for bleets
December 23, 2025 at 5:39 AM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
Rounding the final bend as we reach Day 10 of Christmas at the Manor, "Costume / Party", where we learn the most terrifying fact yet: Jacob Ashworthy has friends! Kind of.

Oh and there's some masked magic-bound employees, but whatever, friends!

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
The guests began to filter in, and Jacob emerged from the study to greet them. The ballroom was soon filled with twenty close acquaintances, their partners and assistants, enjoying the atmosphere and the festive displays. “A lovely party as always, Jacob. Did I spy the Virgin Halo on my way in?” Amelie circled over, swirling her champagne. “You must let me borrow it for my pet some time.” “Of course, Amelie.” Jacob smiled with real warmth. Amelie was one of the closest things he had to a friend, and one of the few he would trust with a piece of his collection - and vice versa. “It’s the least I could do after you loaned me your role masks again.” He gestured to the nearest waitress, as a less-couth guest grabbed her ass. She giggled coyly at him, expertly keeping her tray from falling, and whispered something flirtatious in response. The staff circling the room were dressed as Playboy bunnies and Chippendales wearing elegant black domino masks. Masked dancers in burlesque outfits performed in the corner, accompanied by a trio of masked musicians. The costumes were fabric, but the masks were special. When donned, they gave the wearer the skills and role of their current costume, and when removed they took all memories of the time spent masked with them. Hiring highly trained event staff wasn’t a problem for Jacob, but staff who were sufficiently attractive for his displays were harder to find, and he didn’t want to deal with all of the threats and NDAs and disappearing troublemakers afterwards. This way, he could simply hire some attractive models and call it a day. Amelie sized up the nearest Chippendale. “I might just take one of them home with me,” she said. “Perhaps I could put the Halo on him…” “With my blessings,” Jacob said. “But release him after the weekend. I have a relationship with the agency.” “Oh, he won’t complain,” Amelie said with a wicked grin. “Not once I’m through with him.”
December 22, 2025 at 3:53 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
Day 9 of Christmas at the Manor is "Maid / Angel", and it's all about loopholes! Fleure is having a very nice time, and so is Ashworthy, and no one else has any way to complain.

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #possession
“Right this way, Mr. Ashworthy.” Fleure purred with pleasure as she led Jacob into the study, giving him a coy look. “Mrs. Harmond has instructed me to make sure you’re made comfortable.” She lingered by the door, closing and locking it as Jacob stepped through. Fleur seemed to be a woman in her mid-twenties, with sun-kissed skin and a dash of light freckles. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun, held by a shimmering golden halo, and she wore only a sultry bare-breasted corset with silver crosses dangling from her nipple clamps, white panties, stockings, and brutal high heels. A pair of fluffy angel wings was attached to the back of the corset, and the rubies in her silver choker sparkled in the light. Fleure was actually a vengeful ghost, but her choker ensured that all of her cruelty was directed at the woman she was currently possessing, leaving her filled with desire and obedience towards her master. The halo was new, though. “Is that the Virgin’s Halo?” Jacob asked, settling into a chair in front of the fire. “I wouldn’t think it would suit you.” The Halo had been invented by a cruel magician in the middle ages to control his daughter; whenever its wearer did anything remotely sexual, the halo would create an equally-strong sensation of being set on fire. “It was Mrs. Harmond’s idea,” Fleure said. She sank to her knees, reaching up to tug lightly on her clamps. Her Body shivered, twitching as the Halo shone brighter. “I decide what I feel from my Body. I can do all the lovely sexual things, and it can feel all the horrible flame without real harm. I do so want to keep it intact for you, after all.” She batted her eyelashes. “Would you care for a demonstration?” Jacob’s lips curled into a smile, seeing panic flicker behind the Body’s eyes before Fleure regained control. “Yes,” he said, reaching out to grab her by the neck and bring her towards his lap, feeling her Body already reacting as the illusory flames grew hotter, “I think that I would.”
December 21, 2025 at 5:20 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
A little bit of ticklish fun for "Wreathe / Tree", which takes us to Day 8 of Christmas at the Manor. Well, it's ticklish fun for all the onlookers, and what more could you want?

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
With the front hall inspected, Jacob wandered into the ballroom. Buffet-style tables were being set up by the masked staff, as Mrs. Harmond oversaw the installation of the final decorations. She turned as he entered, giving him a curtsy. “Good evening, Mr. Ashworthy,” she said over the muffled sound of hysterical laughter coming from the tree. “We’re not quite ready. I’ll have Fleure bring you to the study until the guests arrive.” She returned her attention to the tree, pulling out a pair of heavy golden orbs and hooking one onto a nipple ring. The pained laughter of the woman bound to the tree’s frame was briefly replaced by a shriek of pain. James looked her over. She was Indian, with very dark skin and a curvaceous body, arms stretched above her head and feet planted in the frame’s pot. Pine wreaths were wrapped tightly around her, covering her wrists, elbows, mouth and neck, above and below her breasts, across her stomach, running through her crotch and ass, and binding her thighs, knees, and lower legs, and a glimmering star bound her hands tightly to the top of the pole. That would probably have been unpleasant enough, but the branches woven into the wreaths had been cut from the Evertree growing in the back yard. They were alive and hungry; pine needles on each branch were scraping gently across the woman’s skin, tickling the living daylights out of her. Soft bundles of needles dug into her armpits, scratching around the edges of her breasts, tickling the inside of her ear and digging into her belly button. No matter how much she thrashed, they were determined to wring every last drop of laughter out of her. Having seen his fill, Jacob nodded graciously. “Thank you, Mrs. Harmond. I will get out of your way.” He turned to find Fleure as Mrs. Harmond curtsied again. It wouldn’t do to upset the staff; Mrs. Harmond’s brilliant mind might turn from tormenting captive ‘guests’ to making his own life less pleasant.
December 20, 2025 at 4:19 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
Day 7 of Christmas at the Manor is "Mistletoe / Decor", and what decoration could be better than a lovely shoe-shining station at the entrance to the manor, so that all of the partygoers can have nice clean shoes indoors?

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
“Is the rest of the decor in place?” Jacob asked, turning back to Mr. Grinn. “Yes, sir. Right this way.” Mr. Grinn led Jacob to the foyer, where another young woman was installed. This one was an athletic-looking Arabic woman in her late 20s, with a narrow face and thin glasses, looking miserable as she diligently worked her tongue over a pair of snow-encrusted shoes on the ground. She was on her elbows and knees, her limbs and hands bound in festive ribbons, with a red dog collar with a small Christmas bell hanging from it around her neck. A chain ran from the leash to a hook on the wall, ensuring that she couldn’t wander far. The woman was also wearing a woven crown of mistletoe, the white flowers brilliant against her dark and frizzy hair. Otherwise, like most of the decor in Ashworthy’s home, she was naked, her breasts rubbing against the floor and her ass in the air as she worked. “The crown is woven from sprigs from the plant you were gifted last year,” Mr. Grinn explained, standing over the girl without bothering to look at her. “The must kiss and lick anything placed in front of their mouth. She can’t stop until it is removed.” He picked up the shoes, and the woman sagged and sobbed with relief. “Pl -nng!” She gasped, twitching as the collar delivered a punishing shock. “Decor does not speak,” Mr. Grimm said. “She will clean our guests’ shoes as they arrive, then wait to be used.” Jacob watched the wreathe with pleasure. He stepped forward just enough for his own shoe to be close to the woman’s head, and she began to kiss it with another muffled sob. “And the plant isn’t damaged?” “No sir,” Grinn confirmed. “We should be able to do this every year. Perhaps with the same woman.” “Wonderful,” Jacob said. “What a delightfully resilient artifact.”
December 19, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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On to Day 6 of Christmas at the Manor, as we introduce the Stocking Stuffer for "Wrapped / Ribbon". Anyone want to volunteer for next year's offering?

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwwriting
Continuing his tour, Jacob paused at the Christmas tree in the front hall, decorated with shining lights and piled high with presents. He smiled as he looked over the largest of the presents. “I see that the special gift arrived safely,” he said. “Of course, Mr. Ashworthy,” Mr. Grinn said. “We retrieved her earlier this morning.” Lying under the tree was a small, slender woman, covered head to toe in bright red ribbons. She was wrapped so tight that it was clear the woman was naked, the ribbons pressed so tightly around her breasts that they were ballooned outward before being wrapped further, her arms pinning in a vicious reverse prayer behind her back and her legs in a brutal frogtie. Even her head was completely covered, no hint of skin or hair showing, and only a faint depression where her mouth was desperately trying to pull in air. The tight ribbons kept her from wriggling, but her body twitched faintly from her attempts to move. Jacob knew that there was even more going on. The Stocking Stuffer was a particularly vicious living ribbon, an artifact that he had acquired decades ago and still loved to watch. It could regulate its victim’s air, shifting its layers just enough to keep them struggling for breath, tying tightly around their waist like a corset, and constantly adjusting pressure to create agonizing squeezing sensations over the breasts, stomach, and head of its prey. Curled ribbons were even running up into the woman’s ass and crotch, tickling her from the inside as she struggled to breathe to add a haze of arousal to her nightmare. The woman was a habitual embezzler that Jacob had hired for this precise purpose. The ribbons had been left in her room, creeping out to ambush her as she emerged from the shower and leaving her in a panic of uncertainty and torment overnight. Now she was properly placed under the tree, ready to be given away as a gift. “Beautiful as always,” he breathed with a smile, watching the ribbons at work.
December 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
Day 5 of Christmas at the Manor continues Kinkmas with another dark twist in "Snowman/Elf". We can say hi to another permanent staff member and learn about the manor's compensation policies, which may come as cold comfort to this mall elf...

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwwriting
“Ah, Mr. Grinn.” Jacob paused at the bottom of the stairs, nodding to his butler. The gaunt man was standing in front of one of the secret doors normally concealed behind a tapestry. “How is our latest acquisition?” “Well, Master Ashworthy, I would say that there must have been some magic in that old silk hat you found,” Mr. Grinn said without a hint of a smile. “Perhaps you would care to take a look.” Jacob stepped up beside him, looking into the small display room that was saved for more aggressive collection pieces. There were two beings inside. The first was a young pale-skinned woman with fiery red hair, wearing a jaunty elf cap with a bell on the end, long red-and-green striped stockings, and a green jacket and miniskirt. Her jacket was unbuttoned and lying open, and the bra underneath it had been torn off and was lying on the ground. A massive snowman with a black felt hat had the woman in its grasp, snowy hands wrapped around her shoulders and holding her tight against him. He was thrusting into her with a massive round carrot taking on the role of a penis. Icy hands played with her nipples, slowly melting as they teased and tormented her. The girl was screaming and thrashing in the snowman’s grasp, desperately and helplessly trying to escape. “And the girl is…?” “A seasonal employee acquired from a local mall,” Mr. Grinn said dispassionately. “Disposable, but sufficient to calibrate for the performance tonight. I believe that my calculations are accurate, of course, and that the snowman will melt before doing any significant harm from the cold… but it would not do to damage a skilled performer.” “Very wise, Mr. Grinn. Assuming she doesn’t suffer permanent damage, make sure to compensate her before you send her on her way.” Mr. Grinn nodded, expressionless. “Of course, Master Ashworthy.”
December 17, 2025 at 5:00 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
On to Day 4 of Christmas at the Manor, "Toys/Doll", in which we are reminded that if you take a shot at Ashworthy, you had best not miss...

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwstories
Finishing his work, Jacob left his office to find that the staff were hard at work decorating for the party. As he passed by a display case near the stairwell, he paused at the sight of the porcelain doll in the display case. “Someone is having fun with Anna, I see,” he said to the maid. “Yes, master,” Fleure said with a wink. “Mrs. Harmond is pulling out all the stops. She’ll be dressing me next.” The doll was about a foot tall, with an hourglass figure, long, delicate limbs, and a black bob haircut. It was unusually well-detailed, with small perky nipples and a dash of hair drawn on its crotch. As usual, it was propped on its stand in an unusual way, with the support bar running directly up into a hole in its crotch, with the doll seemingly on tip-toes to reduce the strain. Its arms were outstretched, with heavy-looking Christmas ornaments dangling from its wrists, and a toy Santa cap was perched on its head, covering one eye. Jacob leaned down, looking into the doll’s other eye. “Merry Christmas, Anne,” he said lightly, before straightening. The doll was, of course, another of his collection. This one had the power to hold a human soul, trapping it and leaving it able to see, hear, and feel as though it were human, but otherwise be completely still and porcelain. Only the eye, wide with a mixture of desperation and fury, showed the person inside - an assassin hired by another of Jacob’s rivals to remove him, and who fell prey to the doll before she even got within arm’s reach. Mrs. Harmond liked to change up the various toy torments that Anne was subjected to, and Jacob had to admit that the Christmas look was a particularly pleasant one, and slightly less awful than usual. Nodding to Fleure, he continued on his way, putting the doll and its prisoner out of his thoughts.
December 16, 2025 at 2:34 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
Day 3 of Ashworthy's Kinkmas stories introduces us to a new manor staff member, Mrs. Harmond. Don't get on her bad side! Also goblins, winter cheer, and some sneaky bondage tricks. Any curse can be a blessing if you work hard enough!

#12daysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwstories
A sound from outside drew Jacob’s attention, and he glanced out the window as the bushes of the manor erupted with an invasion of six-inch tall goblin women wearing leafy bikinis and wielding tiny nets. He glanced down at the patio, where a woman in a parka was slumped in a chair, clearly drunk. Tapping the intercom button, Jacob spoke. “Someone seems to have gotten into the goblin brew, Mrs. Harmond.” “Yes, Mr. Ashworthy.” Mrs. Harmond’s warm voice came over the speaker, sounding suspiciously jolly. “One of the event staff. We’re just collecting some decorations for tonight.” Jacob returned his attention to the window. Goblin brew was a cunning alcohol: one drink would send you into a confused stupor, while calling goblins to steal you away forever. An old rival had disguised a batch of it as fine wine and tried to use it to remove Jacob; after he’d dealt with the situation, he’d kept the brew for his collection. He watched the goblins approach the unsuspecting girl, who was looking blearily out at the garden. As they stepped onto the walkway, however, the trap was sprung. Short poles rose from the snow bordering the path, sending wires out to lash around the goblins. Tiny women screamed in shock as wires wrapped around their ankles, dragging them back towards the path. Spears were thrown, clattering uselessly against the poles, as the entire goblin invasion force was slowly dragged along the path leading from the front drive to the main entrance. The wires pulled the goblins to different poles, wrapping their arms and legs behind the poles and looping around their necks to hold them tightly in place as their clothing was stripped and shoved into the goblins’ mouths to keep them silent as more wires covered their lower faces. Soon the horde was trapped, lined up like party decorations. “Well done, Mrs. Harmond. Have the maid decorate them with lights,” Jacob suggested. “Of course, Mr. Ashworthy.”
December 15, 2025 at 2:48 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
It is now Day 2 of Kinkmas, which means it's time for the party to continue! Our theme today is "Naughty/Nice", and Ashworthy has a little something to remember it by...

#12daysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwstories
Stepping into his office, Jacob found a mug of steaming hot chocolate waiting for him. He sat down and glanced over his emails. The top one was from his office manager Jeanine, one of the few employees in his business empire who knew about his nature. It read “Naughty List”, with a video attachment and no further information. Picking up the mug, Jacob clicked the video and watched the footage from the camera that Jeanine had discreetly hidden in her employee Karen’s office. The camera was at just the right angle to look down at Karen, on her knees with her blouse open and her bra undone, her breasts mashed around her employee Tom’s cock. Tom was clenching the desk, groaning as Karen gave him a titjob, streaks of mascara running down her face as she stared up at him. In time with Tim’s groans, Karen was saying “I’m sorry. I was a bitch, I was terrible, I deserve this, you deserve this. You’re so nice, Tim, and I was so naughty…” She was clearly reluctant, her words forced out, but she was continuing without hesitation as Tim sighed with pleasure at the humiliating ritual. Jacob smiled, sipping his drink. He’d acquired what claimed to be a genuine “naughty list” - write someone’s name in it while picturing them, then add a punishment underneath, and if they had been breaking rules they would be forced to do whatever the punishment said until their sins were paid off, with everyone treating it as normal behaviour. Jeanine had sourced a worker to test the list on, and Jacob had written that she would obey the sexual desires of the employee she had most bullied. Now that he had confirmation that the list worked, Jacob didn’t intend to make heavy use of it. It only had room for so many names, after all, and anyone worth humiliating would likely have magical defenses against being controlled like that. But it would be a pleasant diversion once in a while, and he could put it on display with the video to prove how potent it was.
December 14, 2025 at 4:30 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
ALRIGHT! #12DaysKinkmas begins at Ashworthy Manor today. Over the next twelve days, we will see twelve dark #bdsm vignettes about Jacob Ashworthy's Christmas party and the strange artifacts that he likes to collect. We begin today with Winter/Holiday, as he goes on a little sleigh ride...
Jacob Ashworthy stepped off his sled as it pulled up to the gates of his manor, handing the reins to his manservant. “Nothing like a holiday sled ride to get the blood flowing,” he said with a chuckle. He turned to look at his ponygirl. She was tall and slender, her pale skin red from cold as she stood shivering at the head of the sleigh. Her feet were encased in red leather high-heeled boots, with horseshoes in the soles. Her arms were bound in a tight candy-striped armbinder that matched her bit gag and harness, and her raven hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. The sleigh’s reins were attached to a pair of nipple rings, from which a pair of festive holiday bells jingled when she ran, and a fluffy deer tail stuck out of the vibrating butt plug that completed the look. Otherwise, the woman was naked except for an antlered tiara. The Winter Crown was why she was shivering in the snow instead of keeling over from hypothermia, and puffing for breath instead of dead from exertion. The crown’s magic allowed its wearer to draw endurance and strength from the cold - the chillier they became, the stronger they were, and they were protected from any ill effects from cold or exhaustion. Ashworthy’s reindeer was cold enough to pull him and his sled alone, trudging over the knee-high snow without any fear of hypothermia or muscle strain. The Crown did come with downsides. To wield the power, the wearer had to feel the cold. The snow was stinging the girl viciously, made even worse because her skin couldn’t grow numb to it. Her muscles were protected from injury, but not from exhaustion. Dragging the sled for miles in sub-zero temperatures was a torturous experience. Just as Ashworthy preferred. He patted the girl on the head, seeing her defeated eyes. “Put her in the stables,” he told his manservant. “Maybe we’ll go out again this afternoon.” He strolled past, smiling at the low whine of protest from behind him as he entered into the warmth of his home.
December 13, 2025 at 5:36 PM
pixeljail.com
I'm planning my #12DaysKinkmas comic for this year

it'll be a romantic tale

I've got most of the prompts figured out but the ordering of them I'm hazy on still

it's about Santa and how much he loves his wife and is getting her a present for the holiday season

it'll be lovely🌹 ❤️
December 6, 2025 at 4:34 PM
lordfae.bsky.social
Day 9, Santa/Doll. The trapped and shiny doll sits on its owner's lap, silently making wishes for the holiday season. (it wishes to be trapped like this forever!)

#12DaysKinkmas #latexdoll #furrynsfw #throne #straitjacket #sizedifference
December 28, 2024 at 12:34 AM
lordfae.bsky.social
Day 8, Gingerbread/Latex. I put the puppy into a silly gingerbread-patterned latex bodysuit that covers everything but the nostrils. There's no getting out of that, especially with those useless padded mitts~

#12DaysKinkmas #gingerbread #latex #shiny #struggling
December 28, 2024 at 12:18 AM
lordfae.bsky.social
Day 7, Present.

#12DaysKinkmas #bondage #nosehooks #leash #present #gift #box #ribbon
December 28, 2024 at 12:14 AM
listfullewdist.bsky.social
Day 12 - Candy Cane / Spanking

Myrawenn was enjoying it too much to consider it a punishment, could the same be said for her fellow workshop artificers?

#12DaysKinkmas #NSFW #SmutNetwork
Interior of a simple workshop constructed from rough wooden planks and beams. In the center of the frame is a wooden work table upon which are three naked elves, two of them are women, the final elf a man. Each of the elves is bent over and kneeling, their hands placed on the table in front of them. Behind each of the elves is a mechanical doll, each in the process of slapping the raised bottoms of the elves in front of them. The dolls project glowing emoji-like expressions over their blank metallic faces, their expressions display playful joy, a sly grin, and an attempt at smug flirtation. In the foreground, the first elf, an orange-haired woman, has her head bowed, a resigned look of silent embarrassment on her face. The next elf, a green-skinned male wearing a forest green military style hat with red accents and a copper brim, grips the edge of the table, eyes squeezed shut. A green and red striped candy cane with a white ribbon tied around it is clenched between his teeth. The final elf, a woman with light orange skin marked with intricate vine tattoos and short green hair in pixie buns, arches her back in pleasure, her glossy green lips split in a smile. In the far background, a white-haired elf woman in a midnight blue dress gives a playfully dismissive wave as she walks away from the scene. An image template for the Twelve Days of Kink-mas Art Challenge
December 25, 2024 at 5:07 PM
listfullewdist.bsky.social
Day 11 - Mistletoe / Wrap

"Oh, quit your squirming... Even you have to admit that this is better than the ice... Now what was that human tradition of kissing whatever is under the mistletoe?"

#12DaysKinkmas #NSFW #SmutNetwork
Interior of a simple log cabin bedroom, rough wooden beams form the walls and floor. In the center of the frame, a well crafted wooden bed is covered with simple white linen sheets and a pair of pillows. On the bed are two humanoid figures. To the right, a well muscled human man with medium brown skin and short brown hair has been tightly bound with red ribbon around his upper torso and lower legs, while a final strip of ribbon has been tied to cover his mouth. Each wrapping of ribbon has had the ends tied into a bow. His arms are at his sides, straining against his bindings. To his left is a nude, blue-skinned, ice witch with short spiky hair reminiscent of icicles. She is kneeling on the bed, her head turned toward the human man, her left hand dangling a small sprig of mistletoe over his exposed and erect penis, while her right hand gently caresses his thigh. Her glowing white eyes gaze into his, a playful seductive smile on her lips, while the human man looks down at the mistletoe, nervous and wide-eyed. An image template for the Twelve Days of Kink-mas Art Challenge
December 23, 2024 at 6:38 PM
anomalain.bsky.social
#12DaysKinkmas #nsfw #crimson #metaloc #krampus #xmas
12 Days of Kinkmas Day 12 : Candy Cane/Spanking
Crimson the manticore is suspended upside down and naked (safe for her dark red spiky heels), bound in pink rope, wearing a black leather blindfold and gagged with a spiky green ball gag. Her wings are encased in black leather wingbinders that are linked to each other by a metal bar. Her tail is bound looping around the bar and her hands are secured by leather mittens. The ropes suspending her are tied to the metal ring end of a chain hanging from the ceiling. A candy cane colored vaginal hook is inserted in her vagina and kept in place with rope. Behind her is Krampus, a tall creature fully coated in pitch black fur and long hair. His humanoid face shows demonic features like an animal-like nose and shiny red eyes. His ears are long and pointy. Two swirly ram horns adorn his head. He stands on goat-like legs with a thin tail that ends in a black fur tuft. His penis is spiky. His only clothes are a pair of metal handcuffs with the chain broken. His expression is of a lustful smile, his tongue licking his upper lip. Krampus spanks Crimson on the butt with a powerful whip of his brown leather martinet. - (sound of martinet whip) : KA-TISH! - Crimson : NNRGH! - Krampus : Yes, Crimson. Sing more for me.
December 23, 2024 at 9:55 AM
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Day 10 - Mittens / Prayer

"I was attending to my evening prayers to the Goddess ~ Blessed Be Her Name ~ when I thought I heard the sound of my front door opening. By the time I went to check, I found only a newly sewn pair of winter mittens..."

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The interior of a rustic log-cabin style dwelling with rough wooden beams forming the walls and floor. On the right side of the frame is the back of a man wearing plain brown trousers kneeling and praying in front of a small wooden end table upon which a simple religious shrine has been placed, candles and evergreen tree cuttings surround an oval painting of a winged goddess. On the left side of the frame, in the background, the outer door to the dwelling has been partially opened by a thin, blue-skinned, naked ice witch, who is leaning into the cabin to place a pair of brown woolen mittens on the small wooden cabinet to the side of the door. Her eyes glow white as she peers carefully around the living space, a thoughtful smile playing across her lips. On the back of the door hangs a festive wreath, evergreen branches crafted into a circle and tied with red ribbons, a gift that she left in a previous visit. An image template for the Twelve Days of Kink-mas Art Challenge
December 22, 2024 at 7:01 PM