Horny and Hogtied: Happy Hogmanay

Horny and Hogtied? 

Fancy spending New Year’s Eve horny and hogtied? If the answer is yes, get yourself over to Scotland and I’ll meet you up in the Highlands. You see, I may be English but there’s more than a wee bit of Scots blood running through these veins of mine. And there’s nothing I like better than driving up and spending Hogmanay in a draughty old castle with a nice dark dungeon. Care to join me?

Hogmanay is the Scottish word for the last day of the year or New Year’s Eve and is generally regarded as the most important Scottish holiday. Christmas wasn’t celebrated as a festival and was virtually banned in Scotland for around 400 years. And so it was, right up until the 1950s that many Scots worked over Christmas and celebrated their winter solstice holiday at New Year when family and friends (and horny and hogtied perverts like you) would gather for a party and to exchange presents which came to be known as hogmanays. 

Hogmanay is technically just one day but the Hogmanay celebration lasts for 3 or 4 days. Immediately after midnight on New Year’s Eve, it’s traditional for revelers to join hands and sing Robert Burns‘ “Auld Lang Syne”… before continuing to party into the wee hours. And believe me, the Scots LOVE to party! So come on over and let me give you a Glaswegian kiss (google it, Tosser…).

Horny and hogtied in my dungeon, right where you belong.

Hogmanay brings out the Bitch in me… and in YOU. A wee dram or two and it just fires me up even more. You will be my bitch, slave, gimp… whatever I deem fit. Whatever form of humiliation I want to dish out will be delivered with extra meanness for Hogmanay. New Year… new me! I’m going to be even nastier next year. Just try me.

Now, that REALLY has made you horny hasn’t it, you pathetic little worm? Do you think you can handle me? Really? I haven’t even started. You won’t know what’s hit you. Well… not until you’re on the floor of a cold, dark, wet castle dungeon and horny and hogtied like the pig that you are.

Oink for me, Mr Piggy! I want to hear you squeal as I use you and your holes. I’ll make bacon of you if you don’t do as you’re told you little bitch! Squeal for your sexy Goddess…

So, now you’re horny and hogtied – the real fun starts…  

Oh, how I love to abuse and humiliate you! I was born to do this. And you were born to let me. You just can’t resist being horny and hogtied, can you? Your tiny little cock is twitching right now – admit it! Is it my English accent or the tone of my voice? Or both? Mmm… everything all wrapped up in the perfect Domme. Mistress Emily. I may have my imitators… but there’s only one English Bitch Goddess like me.

Anyway, back to the bit where I hogtie you! So, you really do think you’re the dog’s bollocks, don’t you? A man’s man. The bee’s knees.  Well, I beg to differ… you’re nothing but a pathetic little wet pussy. You quivering little cunt! Look at yourself. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Admit it. You see what I see… a loser. a bitch, a tosser, a CUNT! 

As you’re horny and hogtied I may as well hoist you up and have you hover up in the air, on display. All my guests this Hogmanay can come down and sing Auld Lang Syne as they goad and laugh at you. But don’t worry… I’ll let you down now and then. And oh my! I will SO enjoy playing with you, little piggy. Now lick my shoes and apologise for your existence, Cunt.

Happy Hogmanay!

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