The Halloween Anniversaries

Author's Notes

I hope you enjoy this story. It contains some erotic scenes involving BDSM practices and some supernatural elements. I have no personal knowledge of BDSM or the supernatural and so this is purely a fantasy from my imagination. I've also entered it into the Halloween Contest 2026 on a whim.

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Story Tags: Bondage, Blindfold, Hetero Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Halloween 2026, BDSM, Dominant, submissive, non-human, supernatural.

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Copyright

The Anniversaries 2026 by Duil2

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented are 18 or older.

***

The text with his instructions arrived exactly when expected. I smiled as I rode the elevator down to the ground floor.

"Am I the last one, Rick?" I asked the security guard as I passed.

"Yes, I've just done my rounds and all eight floors are empty, as instructed."

We'd had a really busy time over the last few months as the company expanded and grew. We'd set things up with the staff that they would finish up this Friday on time, no overtime which had become almost standard recently. Saturday was Halloween, 31st October and we wanted them to fully enjoy the festivities over the weekend.

"Great. Confirm to Tiarnan when you've set the alarms and head home too."

"Will do, Sive. Am I right in thinking this is your anniversary weekend?" he asked, walking with me down the flight of stairs that led to the underground carpark.

"Yes. Two anniversaries, actually. Wedding anniversary and ten years to the day Tiarnan and I took over this company."

It was a historic change in ownership out of the original family but we had become friends with its current owner and he wanted, fresh blood, at the helm.

I couldn't quite believe where my childhood sweetheart and I were today, considering we'd begun at eighteen, totally clueless about everything. We'd dated for five years before Tiarnan popped the question and I was more than happy to say yes to the boy I'd been friends with forever. Literally, the boy next door and the beginning of an everlasting love story.

I didn't mention that early tomorrow morning, we hoped to begin the third anniversary.

"Well, enjoy your celebrations and we'll hold the fort while you and Tiarnan take a well-deserved week off."

I smiled at the older man. I couldn't remember the last vacation we'd had that was longer than two days midweek. I was so looking forward to spending some downtime with the man I loved and who, dare I say it, loved me.

"Thanks Rick."

I unlocked my car and he waited for me to exit the garage before he pressed the button on the wall to draw the shutters down.

I was half way home when my phone pinged with the notification that the alarms had been engaged. It was 5pm and so I had an hour to get home, shower, change and be ready for the car to collect me at 6pm, as instructed.

Today had been a rare day. Tiarnan had not been in the office. He'd spent it setting up something special for us at the club's new secluded and highly secret location. Tiarnan co-owned it with his school friend, Hector.

***

The car drew up the driveway of the large country home, or perhaps a small castle, with five minutes to spare. The driver opened the back door for me as I gazed up at the old building. It was already almost dark but the entrance steps and doorway were lit by the flickering glow from real flaming torches. He assisted me into the cloak of deep purple that matched my dress and shoes.

A hooded figure emerged through the doorway and approached.

"Welcome Sive," Hector's light tone of voice made everything seem less mysterious and ominous. "Please, allow me."

He offered me his arm and I linked him. Inside, the first thing I noticed was the quiet.

Club Dúil, translated from Irish as Club Desire, was a normal nightclub in the city centre with a bar, seating areas and a dancefloor. It was open to all who could afford the small cover charge in, and wanted to eat, drink and dance, and would be in full swing this Friday night. I was surprised Hector was here and not there.

As I passed through the entrance hallway here, everything was eerily still.

This was the exclusively private members only part of the club and Tiarnan had deliberately kept the venue's new location a secret from me so that he could organise this event for our anniversaries. It had only been open for a month but for those who could pay the Eur5,000 a month membership fee, it had become the place to be.

This new venue catered to people who wanted to indulge in their fetishes and kinks safely, sanely and completely anonymously or just spend some time watching those who did. Security, both in terms of physically at the club, and in cyber space where their personal information was stored, was state of the art and airtight.

Hector led me to one of the private members playrooms and before he unlocked the door with his access all areas card, he kissed the back of my hand and pulled the hood of my cloak up.

The room was softly lit and a pleasant temperature, despite the bare stone walls and the medieval feeling it exuded. Tiarnan and I had played in similar places on occasion before, and I glanced towards the darkened window behind which, I guessed, was a viewing area for those who wanted to get their voyeurism fix.

It had only been after a few years of marriage that both Tiarnan and I had discovered we shared an exhibitionist tendency. Being watched was what we both enjoyed, but it was even better when we couldn't see the watchers, like tonight.

At first look the room appeared to be a replica of an early 19th century study. On closer inspection, however, it became obvious that the furniture was bespoke and robust with restraints attached discreetly for all types of play. I loved it because everything was made from, or covered in, leather and plush materials. It was a known fact about me that I liked nice things, luxury textiles and anything that was tactile.

Sensation was my addiction.

A lamp sprang to life in the far corner, illuminating a high-backed winged leather armchair. My breath caught at the sight of my husband... Tiarnan. His name was perfect for tonight as it meant 'lord' or 'master' in English and so we didn't need to resort to using 'Sir'. My name also matched our play here. Sive was a derivation of words meaning submissive or servant.

Tiernan looked relaxed and his confidence was a physical presence that surrounded us. He wore a three-piece suit and his feet were planted on the ground, his legs wide. He held my gaze and with only a lift of an eyebrow he communicated a multitude to me.

My mind emptied and I focussed on my role. I lowered my gaze and sank to my knees. Spreading the cloak out behind me, I sat onto my heels. My back was straight and my hands rested, palms turned upward, on my thighs.

Slowly I slid my knees apart until the short tight skirt of the dress he'd chosen for me stretched wide. This was our happy place and we'd both grown to know that the dynamic of Dominant and submissive was somewhere we could unreservedly show our love for one another. A mutual exchange of pleasure. Me wanting to please him, but he wanting to please me in return.

"Better and beautiful," he said and I sighed under his praise.

I waited with patience, hidden inside the material of the hood, and certain that he was going to lead us to a place of mutual satisfaction. Listen and obey was all I needed to do here and Tiarnan would handle the rest. What a gift.

His footsteps were soft as he approached and then his black Italian leather ankle boots came into view. He rested his hand on the hood and the heat seeped into my scalp. I sank further into that place where I could rest.

The crisp creases in the front of his dark grey trouser legs were a testament to the care our housekeeper took with the laundry. In my mind's eye I could see the black soft leather belt at his waist and the deep purple shirt and tie that matched my dress, perfectly. A waistcoat and jacket of the same dark grey colour were a perfect foil for his fully silver-grey hair.

I shivered as the mental image of me completely naked, while he remained fully dressed, came to me.

"Come," he said, taking my hand and guiding me to my feet. "Let our guests see you."

I walked forward, my heart rate a little quicker and my palms sweating. I stood facing the window.

"Undress for our audience, sweetheart," Tiarnan instructed.

His voice, so familiar to me, had taken on that deep resonant tone of gentle command. My body responded to it, and to the thrill of displaying in front of our friends and acquaintances.

Music began to drift into the space. I didn't recognise it, but it was soft, slow and seductive.

I slid the hood off and unhooked the front of the cloak. He took it from me, tossing it carelessly over a nearby chair.

One of my earlier instructions had been to wear a particular outfit selected by Tiarnan. This only happened when we were playing and, while I knew what he enjoyed seeing me wearing, on a day to day basis he got no say.

He'd selected one of my figure hugging dresses that had a full silver zip down the front. Under it I wore a purple set of matching lingerie and on my feet, purple high-heeled thinly strapped sandals.

My wavy black hair hung down around my pale shoulders, almost to my waist. No makeup or jewellery adorned me. Being natural was important to us.

I gripped the tab of the zip and slowly opened it. It glided effortlessly between my breasts, over my slightly rounded stomach and as far as mid-thigh, where the material ended and parted.

"Hold," Tiarnan instructed.

I took a deep breath as Tiarnan stepped in close. I felt the heat radiating from his body. He stood a head taller than me and I closed my eyes when his chin rested on the top of my head.

"Let our guests see your beautiful blue eyes, Sive."

"Yes Tiarnan," I replied, as I gazed into the distorted reflection.

Tiarnan's hands appeared in front of me and he slowly eased the dress off my shoulders. I shivered as the backs of his fingers brushed my skin.

"So sensitive," he commented, loosely folding the dress and placing it on a nearby chair.

"Would you like me to touch you, Sive?" he asked, his tone slightly playful.

"Yes... please Tiarnan."

"Well, since you've asked so prettily."

He stood to my side, but I knew not to look up at him despite the fact that I longed to fall into his deep blue eyes and see his handsome face. Was it odd that after so many years of working and living together I missed him because he hadn't been around today?

My breath hitched as the tip of his middle finger traced across my collar bones, under my chin. Goosebumps raised along the path he'd trailed. His next touch was lower and followed the peak and valley of my cleavage. My nipples peaked under my bra and I licked my lips. I so wanted to feel his warm palm surrounding my breast, but my part in our dynamic, was to control my reflexes and urges and so heighten my own pleasure through patience and anticipation.

My chest heaved and my pussy moistened.

He stepped away and I instantly missed his presence. I heard the distinctive clink of the metal buckles on my collar and my mind emptied.

The handmade leather piece came into view and then disappeared under my chin as it pressed against my neck. I closed my eyes again, sinking into the mindset I felt as Tiarnan tightened it around my throat. He checked my comfort and safety and then his fingertips traced down over my shoulder blades and hooked into the strap of my bra. He unhooked the piece of lingerie.

"Take it off."

I slowly slid the straps down my arms and revealed my breasts to the room. I was thirty-eight my last birthday and worked hard by eating well and exercising to keep my body fit and healthy. It was still all natural, if a little less toned and perky.

Tiarnan took the bra and tossed it away. He reached around me and cupped my breasts. They weren't very large but what you might call ample. He ran his thumbs over my nipples and a breath puffed out between my lips. Next he pinched them between his thumbs and index fingers. The combination pain/pleasure sensation caused me to reach back and grip his thighs. It was one of my favourites even though I couldn't quite describe it. It was definitely pleasure with and edge of... not quite pain. He used his body to support me as he alternated between caresses and mini-assaults.

When I leaned my head back against his shoulder he relented.

"Check in, Sive."

I paused a moment to centre myself.

"Green, Tiarnan."

He gripped my shoulders and as he spoke he turned me to face him.

"Take off your panties, baby. Let our friends see the best ass in the city."

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the lacy briefs and bending at the waist, I slowly worked them down over my hips, along my legs and off.

"Grab your ankles."

I complied and Tiarnan bent over my folded body and ran his hands over my bare bottom cheeks. I revelled in the fact that I was now naked, except for my shoes and he was fully clothed. The edges of his suit jacket tickled my sides as he caressed me.

He finished his exploration by pulling my bottom cheeks apart. I felt the cool air drift over the dampness of my pussy and my lower muscles clenched in response. His hands raised and then spanked both cheeks, the smack reverberating. He repeated it twice more until I yelped with the sting.

"Bring me your leather cuffs."

I straightened up and was about to walk to the closest table where my personal play items were laid out. He cleared his throat and I sank to my hands and knees.

Focus, Sive. That's so basic, I admonished myself for letting what was coming later break my concentration in the moment. Once in play, walking anywhere was rare.

Still on my knees I gathered up two wrist and two ankle cuffs. I could almost already feel their warmth and tightness around my limbs. I crawled back to Tiarnan and presented them to him on my knees, back straight, hands held high but head bent, gaze on the floor.

He stroked my hair. "Nicely done, once you recovered."

He moved us back to the armchair and sat into it having shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat. He placed the cuffs on me.

A soft knock on the door sounded and Tiarnan stood. I knelt in close to his leg and he placed his hand on the top of my head, for comfort and support to both of us. Hector entered.

"He's ready for you," our friend said, his voice quivering and softer than normal, the type of tone you used in church.

***

I looked down at Sive and back to Hector. I knew I needed to remain calm but my pulse was racing. Over the last ten years we'd planned for this night or morning and now it was here, I couldn't believe it.

On 31st October 2016 we'd signed a contract to take over and run the family business of the Dearg family. They were an ancient family in Ireland but little known as they shrouded themselves in secrecy. It was Declan Dearg who sought us out after we met at a conference and made the proposal that both terrified and intrigued us in equal measure.

Hector led us to the door, Sive crawling obediently at my side, my finger hooked into the ring at the back of her neck collar. He waited for the guests from the viewing area to lead us across the entrance hallway and into the grand assembly room.

There, on a slightly raised dais, sat Declan Dearg. He stood and came down the shallow steps to greet us. I shook his hand and once again noticed the chill to his skin and the pallor of his face. He smiled down at Sive but didn't break protocol by speaking to her directly.

I could feel her trembling and so I allowed her to look up at one of the last remaining 'dearg-diúlaí (red blood-drinkers)'.

With a glance to me he stroked her cheek and her body stilled. She sighed and settled in a way I rarely saw.

"Come," Declan gestured to a St. Andrew's Cross that was standing in the centre of the room. The audience were now seated around the edges of the space. A mix of humans and what we now called vampires.

"Please, Tiarnan, prepare your offering," Declan invited and I instructed Sive to stand up and present at the cross. I attached her wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs to the wooden structure. Declan handed me a blindfold and I placed it over her lovely eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly so I placed my hand on her heart and whispered in her ear.

"I love you now and will love you always," I said the vow I'd made at our wedding and she repeated it back to me. We kissed and then I stepped away.

Declan approached me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Do you willingly offer your wife to me for turning?" he asked and I confirmed I did. He then went to Sive and asked her the same question and she also confirmed. This was the completion of our contract with Declan and his family. We would take over and run their family business and in return we got to be immortal.

The atmosphere in the room shifted and those in the audience that were of Declan's kind began a slow deep rumbling growl. Declan's fangs appeared and his eyes glowed red, his fingernails lengthened. He used those fingernails to stimulate Sive's skin. Dragging them across her chest, down her torso, onto her thighs. Reaching behind her and scoring her buttocks leaving thin bleeding lines behind. She panted and squirmed but I knew her tones and when she whined and moaned it wasn't from pain.

The insides of her thighs began to glisten with her own juices as his touch and stimulus aroused her. She pulled against her restraints and faster than I'd ever known she began begging for him to take her.

"Please Declan, I need you in me. Please don't tease me any longer. Take me and turn me. I'm yours."

Declan freed his erect cock from his trousers and dragged it along her pussy lips. She tossed her head and then he entered her. Slow and steady he pushed inside. She found his mouth with her own and kissed him. His hips thrust in a regular rhythm and slowly he brought her to the heights of pleasure.

He watched her closely and precisely at the moment of her orgasm peak and her cries of elation he sank his fangs into her jugular and began to feed. Every instinct in me, shouted to pull him away as the colour drained from her skin and she slowly stilled and faded. I knew, however, this was what she wanted - what we both wanted.

The vampires in the room levitated, sniffed the air where the tang of the scent of blood was thick and sharp. They spoke words I didn't understand and the low growl grew in volume.

Declan turned and I recoiled at the sight of Sive's blood dripping from his mouth.

"Quickly, release her and make her feed from me."

I rushed forward and as I worked to free her I could feel her pulse slowing. She had to drink from Declan before her heart stopped beating otherwise she would simply die.

I carried her to a nearby couch and sat with her cradled in my arms. Declan wounded his chest and I pressed her mouth against the slow flowing 'blood' that oozed through his skin. Minutes ticked by and she didn't drink. I gathered his blood on my finger and pressed it between her lips but still nothing.

"Sive," I finally commanded. "Mind me and drink."

Her eyes fluttered a little and she pursed her lips and soon she was suckling on Declan. Her body became more animated as her desire to feed overtook her. Finally, she pulled away, smiled at both of us and her heart stopped beating. She stared into space, the transitioning trance taking hold and all I could do now, was wait.

***

Several hours later Sive began to stir in my arms. Her body was ice cold and when she opened her eyes she didn't seem to recognise me at first. She sprang out of my embrace and the humans among those gathered scattered because they knew she'd be craving blood and they'd be an easy source of food.

Many of them were willing donors already but in her present state she wouldn't know when to stop and risked killing them.

She stalked the room and I watched in fascination the movements of her body. She seemed to be experiencing sensations differently. Declan approached her like you would a wild animal with a gentle soothing voice. There seemed to be a bond between them as he was her vampire sire.

She wrapped her body around his, trying to seduce a reaction but he simply carried her to me. She followed his gestures and finally our gazes met and a spark of my Sive lit her eyes. She paused and then she sank to her knees and crawled to me. I was hypnotized by her and highly aroused.

"Drink, my child," Declan encouraged and I called her onto my lap.

She straddled me and rubbed her pussy along my shaft which was straining against my trousers. With an irritated growl she unzipped and released me and before I knew it she sank down, taking me inside. My hot rod inside her now cold body felt amazing and confusing. She undulated her hips and very soon we both were close to release. She tugged at my tie and ripped open my shirt. I shuddered as her fangs appeared and at the moment she sank them into my neck I erupted into her, sucked dry in more ways than one.

Long after my orgasm she drank from me and slowly but surely I sank into near unconsciousness.

"Tiarnan... drink, my love. Please drink." I looked into Sive's eyes and they were glowing red. She pressed her wrist to my mouth and something thick and liquid ran between my lips. I recoiled at first but then, as if I was suddenly discovering a fine wine I'd never known before, I wanted more... and more. Sive allowed me to drink my fill. I felt the last beat of my heart and then nothing.

***

I blinked against the light as I came back to consciousness. All at once I felt horrible and empowered. I was cold right from my core outward but not cold in the traditional sense that I wanted or needed to be warm. And then it hit. I wrenched against the restraints that held me fast to the St. Andrew's Cross and all those in the room turned to me.

A woman approached speaking words I didn't understand. I lunged at her but she stood her ground and continued to speak in a gentle soothing tone. Memories returned and I finally recognised her.

"Sive, my love," I croaked. She cupped my cheek.

"Welcome back. Sorry for the restraints but we can't risk you killing one of our donors on your first feed."

She gestured to a young woman who was hooked up to a machine similar to what is used at blood donation clinics. The only difference was that at the other end of the needle in her arm and the tube extending from it, was a mask.

"You need to drink through this, Tiarnan."

"Yes... please... I need it." The craving was a physical force and that girl in the chair was nothing but food to me right now.

Sive placed the mask over my face, the end of the tube in my mouth. Declan turned a valve on the tubing and my sustenance began to flow. I drank greedily and as I did more and more of the 'old' me began to return. I watched the girl closely, now being able to monitor her vital signs and even though I wasn't fully satisfied, I saw when she needed it and stopped drinking.

Sive stroked the hair away from my forehead and another hunger asserted itself. She was wearing her purple dress once more but I could smell her. She removed the mask and I strained for a kiss. A glint of mischief entered her gaze as she held herself just beyond my reach.

"Think carefully, my love, before you play with me," I warned and she laughed.

They released me and I approached the human woman who was being cared for.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm honoured to have been your first," she said, blushing a little.

I felt Sive's call from across the room. When I glanced around she was on all fours and the urge to have her was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"It's time for all humans to leave. Thank you for your dedication and service to us," Derek announced and slowly, and reluctantly, they left, Hector being the last. "Now, we celebrate."

Pieces of clothing flew around the room as vampires of all shapes, sizes, ages and ethnicities began to fornicate. My intent was to get quickly to Sive. My body reacted to this desire by leaping across the room and I had to adjust quickly, as I landed straddling her. Without pause I pushed her dress over her backside and to her waist. She was bare beneath.

"Tiarnan... it hurts," she said, looking at me over her shoulder.

Somehow I knew what she was thinking. The need, desire, want, call it what you might it was all-consuming. Not touching her made me feel almost ill. I stroked the back of her head and she lowered her upper body to the floor.

"Please..."

She laid her arms across her back and I clipped the wrist cuffs to one another. I entered her in one thrust, my fist in her hair, holding her to the floor. She keened and moaned as I pounded into her pussy over and over. The pressure built for both of us and we closed in on our shared release I noticed we weren't on the floor any longer. We were floating, coupled together. As I spurted my lifeless seed into her barren body I knew this was a new beginning and our love would be everlasting.

"Happy Anniversary, darling," I whispered into her ear.

"Here's to many, many, more," she replied.

THE END.