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The invitation

Delivered by courier
embossed on fine paper
cordially invited to a festive
Boxing Day dinner
at Cruxton Abbey
8 pm, formal attire
signed, Sir Wragg

Flattered and eager
I dress to impress
daringly short red dress,
low neckline
red kinis and demi
thigh highs and heels
holiday ribbon in my hair

Arriving fashionably late
to impress
ushered in by
a rodent-faced butler
who takes my coat
“This way my dear
everyone is already here”

Table festively set with
fine linen, crystal and silver
everyone already seated
Sir Wragg, Tree, QP, Admi,
and Phlebas, Cruxlover,
Hondoboot2, rb1956, xso,
vulcan and Madiosi too

“Where is my place?”
I ask innocently
noting all space taken
and feeling a bit uneasy
“Am I too late?”
Silence and stares
from table round

“Yours is the place
of honor my dear”
says the rodent soothingly
“Come with me to
the end of the room
your cross awaits
affixed to the wall”

“What!” I exclaim
as my arms are pinioned
behind my back
and my dress
is forcibly removed
by the footmen
Gunner and Bull

I protest and struggle
as my stripping continues
first my bra
and then my kinis
heels are gone
but not my stockings
left for effect

Arms stretched out
wrists tightly bound
feet on small footrest
bound at the ankles
left to hang, twist and writhe
sputtering indignantly
at my unexpected plight

Dinner is over,
the guests light up
decanters of brandy,
Scotch and liquors
make the rounds
everyone leering and smirking
at my nearly naked crucified body

I can’t believe this
how could this have happened?
my holiday dinner invitation
to elegant Cruxton Abbey
turned so horribly
humiliatingly, embarrassingly
upside down, “the cads!”

Surely it’s a just a joke
they will soon take me down
hand me a robe
tell me it was all in fun
pour me a drink
call a taxi
send me home

But no
they all get up
from the table
say goodbyes
and cheerios
the room soon empty
save Gunner and Bull

Oh my God
a fate worse than death
not the two of them!
but wait, no,
it’s 12:50 am
it was all a bad dream
I’m home safe in my bed

So my friends I leave you with
this holiday tale posted on cf
my crazy holiday dream
of being invited on Boxing Day
by the good Sir Wragg
to dine in fine fashion
at Cruxton Abbey


Barbaria, 2014
 
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Barbaria1 said:
The invitation

Delivered by courier
embossed on fine paper
cordially invited to a festive
Boxing Day dinner
at Cruxton Abbey
8 pm, formal attire
signed, Sir Wragg

Flattered and eager
I dress to impress
daringly short red dress,
low neckline
red kinis and demi
thigh highs and heels
holiday ribbon in my hair

Arriving fashionably late
to impress
ushered in by
a rodent-faced butler
who takes my coat
“This way my dear
everyone is already here”

Table festively set with
fine linen, crystal and silver
everyone already seated
Sir Wragg, Tree, QP, Admi,
and Phlebas, Cruxlover,
Hondoboot2, rb1956, xso,
vulcan and Madiosi too

“Where is my place?”
I ask innocently
noting all space taken
and feeling a bit uneasy
“Am I too late?”
Silence and stares
from table round

“Yours is the place
of honor my dear”
says the rodent soothingly
“Come with me to
the end of the room
your cross awaits
affixed to the wall”

“What!” I exclaim
as my arms are pinioned
behind my back
and my dress
is forcibly removed
by the footmen
Gunner and Bull

I protest and struggle
as my stripping continues
first my bra
and then my kinis
heels are gone
but not my stockings
left for effect

Arms stretched out
wrists tightly bound
feet on small footrest
bound at the ankles
left to hang, twist and writhe
sputtering indignantly
at my unexpected plight

Dinner is over,
the guests light up
decanters of brandy,
Scotch and liquors
make the rounds
everyone leering and smirking
at my nearly naked crucified body

I can’t believe this
how could this have happened?
my holiday dinner invitation
to elegant Cruxton Abbey
turned so horribly
humiliatingly, embarrassingly
upside down, “the cads!”

Surely it’s a just a joke
they will soon take me down
hand me a robe
tell me it was all in fun
pour me a drink
call a taxi
send me home

But no
they all get up
from the table
say goodbyes
and cheerios
the room soon empty
save Gunner and Bull

Oh my God
a fate worse than death
not the two of them!
but wait, no,
it’s 12:50 am
it was all a bad dream
I’m home safe in my bed

So my friends I leave you with
this holiday tale posted on cf
my crazy holiday dream
of being invited on Boxing Day
by the good Sir Wragg
to dine in fine fashion
at Cruxton Abbey


Barbaria, 2014
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Sometimes nice dreams can come true..... and even not so nice ones..... :devil:
 
Barbaria1 said:
The invitation

Delivered by courier
embossed on fine paper
cordially invited to a festive
Boxing Day dinner
at Cruxton Abbey
8 pm, formal attire
signed, Sir Wragg

Flattered and eager
I dress to impress
daringly short red dress,
low neckline
red kinis and demi
thigh highs and heels
holiday ribbon in my hair

Arriving fashionably late
to impress
ushered in by
a rodent-faced butler
who takes my coat
“This way my dear
everyone is already here”

Table festively set with
fine linen, crystal and silver
everyone already seated
Sir Wragg, Tree, QP, Admi,
and Phlebas, Cruxlover,
Hondoboot2, rb1956, xso,
vulcan and Madiosi too

“Where is my place?”
I ask innocently
noting all space taken
and feeling a bit uneasy
“Am I too late?”
Silence and stares
from table round

“Yours is the place
of honor my dear”
says the rodent soothingly
“Come with me to
the end of the room
your cross awaits
affixed to the wall”

“What!” I exclaim
as my arms are pinioned
behind my back
and my dress
is forcibly removed
by the footmen
Gunner and Bull

I protest and struggle
as my stripping continues
first my bra
and then my kinis
heels are gone
but not my stockings
left for effect

Arms stretched out
wrists tightly bound
feet on small footrest
bound at the ankles
left to hang, twist and writhe
sputtering indignantly
at my unexpected plight

Dinner is over,
the guests light up
decanters of brandy,
Scotch and liquors
make the rounds
everyone leering and smirking
at my nearly naked crucified body

I can’t believe this
how could this have happened?
my holiday dinner invitation
to elegant Cruxton Abbey
turned so horribly
humiliatingly, embarrassingly
upside down, “the cads!”

Surely it’s a just a joke
they will soon take me down
hand me a robe
tell me it was all in fun
pour me a drink
call a taxi
send me home

But no
they all get up
from the table
say goodbyes
and cheerios
the room soon empty
save Gunner and Bull

Oh my God
a fate worse than death
not the two of them!
but wait, no,
it’s 12:50 am
it was all a bad dream
I’m home safe in my bed

So my friends I leave you with
this holiday tale posted on cf
my crazy holiday dream
of being invited on Boxing Day
by the good Sir Wragg
to dine in fine fashion
at Cruxton Abbey


Barbaria, 2014
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Funny that :rolleyes:

I've been having very similar dreams about Barbaria :):D:devil::doh:

But I think all will agree that you'd supply the missing ingredients to any Christmas meal, Barb!

Brilliant poem!! :)
 
My invitation arrived thus:

"Come to dinner old boy"
Lord Wragg invited.
Formal toggs please
The crux crowd united
For the festive season.
Barbaria will attend
In her birthday suit
She doesn't know yet,
On that point I've been mute!
It should be a blast
She's a healthy young thing
Her figure delicious
Her character has zing
Spread out on her cross
She'll be a great sight.
Do come to the Abbey,
It's on Boxing Day night.
 
phlebas said:
My invitation arrived thus:

"Come to dinner old boy"
Lord Wragg invited.
Formal toggs please
The crux crowd united
For the festive season.
Barbaria will attend
In her birthday suit
She doesn't know yet,
On that point I've been mute!
It should be a blast
She's a healthy young thing
Her figure delicious
Her character has zing
Spread out on her cross
She'll be a great sight.
Do come to the Abbey,
It's on Boxing Day night.
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OMG....so.....it wasn't a dream after all.....:confused:

Very nice writing Phlebas!!! :p:D
 
vulcan said:
Really enjoyed the evening hope to have a party later in the year at my place surprises await sir wragg you will be invited and the girls of course
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Great stuff Vulcan! :)

I'll bring 'Spike', the Cruxton Abbey pooch, if I may?

He's a very good dog. He fetches nails and hammers on command! ;)

Dogs-dress-up.jpg

:D
 
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I was flattered that I was invited, what an honor, thank you.
Barb, you looked marvelous on the cross:devil:...also,I loved the sexy red dress, very hot, to bad you didn't get to wear it long;)
 
Barbaria1 said:
The invitation

Delivered by courier
embossed on fine paper
cordially invited to a festive
Boxing Day dinner
at Cruxton Abbey
8 pm, formal attire
signed, Sir Wragg

Flattered and eager
I dress to impress
daringly short red dress,
low neckline
red kinis and demi
thigh highs and heels
holiday ribbon in my hair

Arriving fashionably late
to impress
ushered in by
a rodent-faced butler
who takes my coat
“This way my dear
everyone is already here”

Table festively set with
fine linen, crystal and silver
everyone already seated
Sir Wragg, Tree, QP, Admi,
and Phlebas, Cruxlover,
Hondoboot2, rb1956, xso,
vulcan and Madiosi too

“Where is my place?”
I ask innocently
noting all space taken
and feeling a bit uneasy
“Am I too late?”
Silence and stares
from table round

“Yours is the place
of honor my dear”
says the rodent soothingly
“Come with me to
the end of the room
your cross awaits
affixed to the wall”

“What!” I exclaim
as my arms are pinioned
behind my back
and my dress
is forcibly removed
by the footmen
Gunner and Bull

I protest and struggle
as my stripping continues
first my bra
and then my kinis
heels are gone
but not my stockings
left for effect

Arms stretched out
wrists tightly bound
feet on small footrest
bound at the ankles
left to hang, twist and writhe
sputtering indignantly
at my unexpected plight

Dinner is over,
the guests light up
decanters of brandy,
Scotch and liquors
make the rounds
everyone leering and smirking
at my nearly naked crucified body

I can’t believe this
how could this have happened?
my holiday dinner invitation
to elegant Cruxton Abbey
turned so horribly
humiliatingly, embarrassingly
upside down, “the cads!”

Surely it’s a just a joke
they will soon take me down
hand me a robe
tell me it was all in fun
pour me a drink
call a taxi
send me home

But no
they all get up
from the table
say goodbyes
and cheerios
the room soon empty
save Gunner and Bull

Oh my God
a fate worse than death
not the two of them!
but wait, no,
it’s 12:50 am
it was all a bad dream
I’m home safe in my bed

So my friends I leave you with
this holiday tale posted on cf
my crazy holiday dream
of being invited on Boxing Day
by the good Sir Wragg
to dine in fine fashion
at Cruxton Abbey


Barbaria, 2014
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