Krampus, the God of Kink?

Until recently, Krampus was pretty much ignored by most Westerners, who just vaguely were aware that he was the partner of Saint Nicholas in many places in Europe. In America, St Nick, or Santa Claus pretty much worked alone.

But lately Krampus is becoming a legend all by himself. Some good, some not so good and some down right kinky.

Conservative Christians who have suddenly become aware of Krampus, see him as a demon, comparing him to Satan or at the very least the Pagan God of Pan. They only see evil in all three.

Pagans tend to see Krampus as the other half of “good and bad” or “right or wrong” or more likely, “light and dark”.

I was aware of Krampus, after growing up hearing about the Dutch Sinterklaas from my grandfather. But he was considered a minor character in the whole Christmas deal.

As I have been reading up on various Christmas traditions and have been learning more about Krampus, I’m now seeing him a whole new light.

Krampus with his chains and his birch branches for whipping and that long red tongue hanging out, I have, without any doubts, that Krampus is the original God of Kink.

Apparently I’m not alone since Deviantsuccubus wrote an erotic story about Krumpus https://deviantsuccubus.com/2019/12/krampus-erotica/, entitled “Krampus And The Naughty Girl”… I encourage you to go and read it.

So now I am imagining what it might be like to be chained up to an old damp brick dungeon (and it’s not the first time I’ve imagined this… a few years ago I started writing a story about a Red Riding Hood type character who is chained to a dungeon by a werewolf, I must have a one track mind)…. Naked in my chains, waiting to see what awaits me, when a terrifying “half-goat, half-demon” is suddenly standing before me, the birch branches slowly swishing in the air, until one tip lightly meets my erect nipple. It is more of a shock than it is of pain, and highly arousing. How angry I feel to be betrayed by my body like this, when I should be feeling anger or fear, not feeling turned on and wishing for more…

There are gold shackles around both ankles and both wrists with matching chains between them. The ones at my feet are hooked to the wall to keep my feet spread apart and the ones at my wrists are hooked by the chain at a hook above my head. I can pull and tug at my bonds but I am virtually his prisoner and that excites me even more.

And then I see that long red tongue. My imagination is running wild wondering what he might be able to do with that… And apparently Krampus loves it when you beg. I use to have a Dom like that.

“Okay, wench, on your knees..” and I know what is coming next. Will it be as long as his tongue?

If you want to learn more about Krampus I suggest these checking out these links:

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