Author: Silakaruna

Bark at the Moon: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines (BDSM) (Petplay) (Hypnosis) (Humiliation) (Supernatural)

Bark at the Moon: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Gwen sat in the bed, waiting for her husband to finish in the bathroom. She wished she had something to read, but all the books and newspapers in the hotel were written in Hungarian or Romanian or some foreign language like that. So instead she sat and glowered.

Coming here had been a terrible idea. Who takes a holiday in Romania? The weather was awful, the food was barely edible, the people were dull, that disgusting dog biting her had only made a rotten holiday worse. She had wanted Paris, or New York, but no, Lawrence had insisted on exploring the continent. His childish obsession with exotic cultures meant every holiday they had gone on had been grueling more than relaxing. Another mistake in the long list of mistakes the man had made in their marriage.Lawrence finally emerged from the bathroom. “Cheer up Gwen.” he said almost fearfully “It’s not that bad.”“I was bitten by some Gypsy mongrel… calling it a dog is being too kind Lawrence. A wolf would be more accurate.”

“But she was so apologetic Gwennie. And she gave you that exotic little necklace.” Read more »

Feeding Time (BDSM) (Mf) (Humiliation)

Feeding Time

By Dmitri Storm

Hole was on her knees, naked except for her collar and leash, in front of her Master, playing with his semi-hard cock in her mouth.  He sat on a couch in front of her, idly flipping through channels and eating a sandwich she had made for him.

They often spent weekend afternoons like this, or at least Hole assumed Master’s presence during the day meant it was a weekend (her life since she had signed the contract with him caused days to blend together and Hole had  lost any real reason or ability to keep track of them.)  Master would lounge around as she serviced him with love and devotion.  Master had told Hole once why he enjoyed their current arrangement.

Hole’s continuous sucking of his cock kept her focused on her purpose in life and meant he could easily use her for an orgasm should he feel to.  His being only vaguely aware of her as he ate and watched TV emphasized that she was nothing but a pleasing possession of his that did not require any special attention. Read more »

Transylvanian Concubines: Monster Mash (BDSM) (Mf) (Supernatural) (Humiliation)

Monster Mash: A Transylvanian Concubines Tale
By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin.  She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited.  Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.

On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead  feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course.  Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her.  A slave even to her fellow slaves.   Read more »

The Floor Show (BDSM) (Ms) (Mf) (Gangbang)

The Floor Show
By Dmitri Storm

Hollie knelt on the floor next to her Master.  Master was idly stroking her head while he talked with the other men in the room.  A leashed girl was kneeling next to most of them as well.  Like her, these girls were slaves, having voluntarily given up their freedom for the safety and security of being owned by another person.

The gathered Masters and slaves were at a party that was winding down.  Dinner had been served, the Masters being served steak at a large table, and the slaves eating the scraps from their dog bowls on the floor.  One of the slave’s, Lana,  had put on an enticing burlesque routine and several other slaves had demonstrated their pain threshold as they were beaten with various implements by whoever wanted to put them to the test.

Hollie nuzzled Master’s knee.  He pulled on her leash to draw her close to him.  she heard the clattering of dishes being washed as Master began to play with her right breast. “We do have one more performance for tonight, gentlemen.” Master said to the other Masters. “Hollie, girl, it’s your turn.” Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

The slavegirl and the Auctioneer part 2 (BDSM) (Ms) (Training (Auction)

Part 2 of the slavegirl and the Auctioneer by Dmitri Storm

Full Story Here! https://redd.it/oek7ek

“And up next, we have the lovely Amanda.” Amanda heard the voice of Vincent, the caller as Louis gave her leash a tug. She followed him, crawling on her hands and knees. She heard voices cheer as Louis led her to Vincent and handed him the leash. “Perform well.” Amanda heard Louis whisper “or you will spend the next six months in my slave pen. And I will make sure they are not as pleasant as the last six.” He gave her ass a slap hard enough to cause her to yelp in surprise, handed her leash to Vincent, and left to return to the pen.

Vincent pulled her towards him sharply and began to stroke her hair. He clearly loved his work as a caller. . It gave him access to young, beautiful women who were expected to stoically accept it as he treated them like pieces of meat. “This.” he said, grabbing Amanda by her chin and bringing her gaze up to look at the gathered crowd, “is Amanda. Amanda signed herself into slavery earlier this year. Now why would you willingly do something like that, sweetheart?” Read more »

The slavegirl and the Auctioneer part 1 (BDSM) (Ms) (training) (auction)

The slavegirl and the Auctioneer Part 1

By Dmitiri Storm

Amanda woke up and stretched as much as her cage would allow. Her leash impeded her movement, but still she smiled. She was excited as she thought of the day ahead of her. Today was the day she had been looking forward to. Today was auction day.

Amanda had been owned by the auction house for about six months and was desperate to find a permanent owner. The auction house owned so many slaves that they were kept in cages stacked on top of each other in dark rooms. Food and water bowls were slid into each cage periodically, and each slave was only taken out for use, cleaning or training. Amanda was ready for so much more. Hopefully today she would be pleasing enough that a Master would buy her and take her home. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

The Doll (BDSM) (Hypnosis)

The Doll

By Dmitri Storm

She waited in her cage, staring blankly ahead in wait for someone to use her.  It had been so long since she had thought of herself as a person with a name,  so long since she had any thoughts at all.  Drugs, training and the hypnosis tapes had seen to that. She was now simply an empty vessel, existing to look pretty and make others happy.

She wore nothing but a pair of black pumps, torn black stockings, and a thick black leather collar with a heavy ring in the front.  Her hair, bright blue, had been changed last week from its previous blonde at the request of a man who had rented her. The ball gag in her mouth caused salvia to drip down her chin.  She wore heavy makeup, thick eyeliner and lipstick with copious amounts of blush on  her cheeks and nipples. Under each eye was a tatooed red heart. The end effect was that of a living doll, which truly was exactly what she was: a toy for the pleasure of whoever was in possession of her.  Read more »

Feeding Time (BDSM) (MF)

Feeding Time

By Larry Kessler

Hole was on her knees, naked except for her collar and leash, in front of her Master, playing with his semi-hard cock in her mouth.  He sat on a couch in front of her, idly flipping through channels and eating a sandwich she had made for him.

    They often spent weekend afternoons like this, or at least Hole assumed Master’s presence during the day meant it was a weekend (her life since she had signed the contract with him caused days to blend together and Hole had  lost any real reason or ability to keep track of them.)  Master would lounge around as she serviced him with love and devotion.  Master had told Hole once why he enjoyed their current arrangement.

Hole’s continuous sucking of his cock kept her focused on her purpose in life and meant he could easily use her for an orgasm should he feel to.  His being only vaguely aware of her as he ate and watched TV emphasized that she was nothing but a pleasing possession of his that did not require any special attention. Read more »

Part 1 of Transylvanian Concubine, my Brides of Dracula erotica (vampires) (bdsm)

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin.  She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited.  Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed rough use one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.. On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead  feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course.  Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her.  A slave even to her fellow slaves. Read more »