Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Firstly, I want to welcome readers coming from Chross’s Blog, and thank him for the link!  If any of you want to see anything specific over here, just leave a comment and I will endevour to oblige! 

Today’s my Master’s birthday, and so you know what that means!  A birthday caning!  (My Master doesn’t do anything by halves!)  Since he’s a guy, and they only get better as they age, I can announce that I got 44 strokes.  Some from the Junior cane, and the rest from the Senior cane.  He was feeling very experimental today, and I got some with the traditional pause in between, but at other times he’d say things like, “Okay, now I’m going to give you twelve quick ones.”  At which point I just buried my head in the bed covers (I was bent over the side of the bed) and didn’t breath ’till it was over (which does keep me from making noise, although one day I may well pass out mid-caning!)  I must say that I took the caning pretty darn well, and made almost no noise at all, barely moved, and was otherwise the model for how to take a caning. 

The reason for this (I think) is because I took way more on Sunday.  The more often I’m disciplined, the better I take it.  Hell, the more often I’m disciplined, the better everything in my life is.  I really need it.  Now that my Master has introduced me to this life, this way of living, there is no going back for me.  I couldn’t ever be happy in a non-discipline-based relationship ever again.  I’ve honestly been looking for this since about age five, although I didn’t know it until I met my Master.  I knew I was a pervert by age 17, but I never comprehended what exactly it was I needed until my Master took his cane to my bottom.  Then, in a sudden flash of pain and joy, everything became clear to me.

Anyway, after the caning, it was time for the rumpy-pumpy.  He’s been putting me in that position where I’m on my back on the bed, with my bum right up at the edge, and my ankles either around his ears or pushed out and back in an angle that yogis take years to accomplish.  It’s really lovely, because he can look down and see himself thrusting in and out of me, and I can lift my head and see it too (when I’m not looking into his eyes to see the lust there, or not seeing anything because my eyes are closed while I have a screaming orgasm.)  But that’s not even the new favorite position!

Last Sunday we had another wonderful scene, which is funny, because that’s the day my period started, so that day is usually blocked out for a miscommunication, some tears on my part, and then a comforting snuggle once we get things sorted.  But this period has been really painless.  I think it’s actually thanks to my dear friend kaya, who almost broke up with her Master, and that scared the hell out of me, so I was pathetically grateful to my Master the whole weekend, just for keeping me around!  (And we were both so happy that kaya’s Master and she have fixed it all up — yay!)

So, anyway, my Master and I were watching TV, and I went off to go to the bathroom, and when I came back he was gone.  I walked into the bedroom, and he was on the bed naked, and I felt that rush of adrenaline up my spine that happens when I know I’m about to be in serious pain-and-pleasure.

He had me get on the bed, and then he started hitting my bottom with something new … something amazing!  He says it’s called a “jockey bat,” but it looks like what they have on The StockRoom as “The Slapper Crop.”

I don’t know how many times he hit me, but when he stopped I almost begged him, “No, please — don’t stop!”

But it was okay, because he went on to pull out a huge variety of dressage whips and went to town on my ass and thighs. I was making whole new noises (of the “aiiii-eeee!” variety) and bouncing around like a … well, like a horse doing dressage, really. No wonder they prance like that!

When he stopped that, I looked up shyly and asked: “Um, Sir? That thing you started with…? Could you do some more with that, please?” He was delighted, and a long period of (very intense) happiness on both our parts followed.

Then, the cane came out and I was caned lying prone, the bent over the side of the bed, and then finally, in our new favorite position: me lying between his legs giving him a blow-job, whilst he reaches down and canes my bottom vertically. Really, it’s the coolest caning position ever. Everyone’s a winner!

He then decided I need a taste of the tawse. I must say that when you’ve been given a proper warm-up (and I may be the only person in the world to consider the above a warm-up!) that the tawse is not so bad at all! I tend to get it “cold,” for my discipline and punishment, so I really don’t like it much, but as he was thwacking away with it this time, I thought, hey, I could really get into being tawsed if only there was a warm-up! Anyway, it sure warmed him up! He then proceeded to do that thing where he fucks me like a porn-star for a long time. I know, I know — it’s a tough life! But I’ll survive, somehow!

I’m sorry there’s no pictures — I really meant to ask him for some! But, next weekend, we are running off for a romantic kinky weekend together (to celebrate the end of my evil job!) … and we’re bringing the camera and a high-def video camera! Imagine cane weals in high def!!!

If I sound giddy, it’s because I am! I’ve got all these lovely endorphins and other happy-chemicals floating around in my brain, I feel loved and wanted and well-disciplined, and I helped my Master have a very happy birthday. (He got other gifts as well, of course, and liked them all!)