domestic discipline and anal sex
July 15th, 2008 | Author: Zille
My last post was actually supposed to be an intro to this erotic fantasy, but it grew so large and unwieldy that I just made it its own post, and posted this seperately. Here’s the fantasy I have about how my Master could have punished me for leaving the camera overnight in the car….
“Zille, do you know what I found in the car when I went downstairs?”
“No, Sir.”
“The camera.”
“Oh, Sir! I’m very sorry! I wasn’t feeling well when we came back last night. I know how lucky I am that it wasn’t stolen, and your car broken into again. I’m really very sorry.”
“I’m glad that you understand that, girl. But you still need to be punished.”
In a very small voice: “Yes, Sir.”
“I think you need an aid to your memory. Go get the large bronze butt-plug.”
I go get the butt-plug, and the lube. He puts a little lube on his finger, and spreads it on the plug, and a little around my anus, but is by no means generous with it. It takes a long time to work it in, and after the first inch, I’m moaning with pain, but he keeps going and eventually, finally, the large end pops into me, and I know some relief.
He orders me to keep it in, and goes to work on his computer. Not really wanting to sit down, I go and wash the dishes, feeling very sorry for myself, and hoping that visably doing housework will shorten my punishment.
Such hope, however, is futile — he orders me to walk to the grocery store and pick up some milk. I can’t believe it. I can’t walk to the store with that plug inside me! He tells me he is being kind, because he will let me choose an outfit that doesn’t show the plug, and I race to put it on before he changes his mind.
The walk is terrible. At first I’m afraid the plug will come out, and I’ll have to deal with re-inserting it in public. But the lack of lube comes in handy, there, and I realize there is method behind his cruelness. But as I walk, the ache grows, and the plug becomes truly uncomfortable. And as I buy the milk, I can’t help, even with a skirt on, but think that everyone can see that I am wearing it.
The walk back home, uphill, is interminable and terrible.
When I get home, he orders me to make him tea, and after I stir the sugar and milk I just bought into the cup, and bring it to him, aching the whole while, he orders me to sit on the floor at his feet.
Sitting on the hard floor just pushes the plug up into me harder, no matter how I sit. I try not to shift too much, because I have a good idea that that would only lead to more suffering on my part. He works on his computer, and I sit there feeling miserable, able only to focus on when the plug will be removed from me.
Finally, he gets up, and tells me to follow him to the bedroom. He looks at me and tells me that, because he is kind, I have a choice. I can either bend over the side of the bed, in which case I cannot move as he disciplines me, and I must keep my cries moderate. Or he will strap me down to the punishment chair, and gag me. The bed of course will be more comfortable, and the punishment will hurt a bit less, because my flesh won’t be pulled so taut, but I choose the latter option because I seriously doubt I can keep from flailing and screaming when he uses that terrible paddle on me.
He orders me to take off my own panties, and wet them in the sink. When I come back, he shoves them in my mouth, and ties the gag in place. My hands and feet are attached the the stool. The strap goes around my waist. Now I wait, the plug now causing an almost burning pain in my bottom.
But more burning is to come. The paddle strikes fast and hard, and no matter where he hits on my bottom, the paddle strikes the plug, so I am almost being fucked by it as the blows rain down on me. It’s a good thing I’m gagged, because I am shameless in the noises I make — I cannot handle the pain from the paddle at the best of times, and this certainly isn’t one of them.
I am quite sure I’m about to go crazy from the pain when he finally stops. I keep crying, even as I feel him pulling the plug out.
“You know what is coming next,” he tells me, and I feel his cock pressing against my sore anus.
I keep crying as he fucks me, his cock huge and stiff from my suffering.
Afterwards, he gathers me up and holds me on the bed. He tells me I took my discipline well. I slide my arms around his neck, and feel so safe in his strong arms, his body pressed against mine. “Thank you, Sir,” I keep whispering, over and over….
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Zille, this is a hot fantasy, but that is all it is.
He will punish you the way He wants to and you will love it anyway, because you are His and His pleasure is what counts.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Very hot fantasy! In my experience, though, real life punishment is nowhere near this erotic. I might fantasise about it in a vague way – but the reality is always horrible, not hot at all, just upsetting and I can’t wait for it to be over. I suspect your Master is aware of this
I know what you mean about finding lenience confusing and upsetting, though. My Dom is usually quite receptive to my approaching him and asking for punishment if I think he needs it. And I’d much prefer him to be too merciful on first appraisal, and then adjust his response as necessary, than too strict! You can always add to a punishment – once it’s been given, you can’t undo it if it was unfair. And an unfair or overly harsh punishment could potentially damage a DD relationship. So I can see the sense in his giving you the benefit of the doubt.
Does he read this blog? If I were him, your last two posts would give me a pretty clear idea of what you need
Although of course if your Master is anything like mine the punishment will be nothing like the one you imagined!
Hello Paul and Pandora –
Yes, I know this is fantasy!
Although he has done all of those things to me at one time or another in the past, so none of them are particularly unrealistic, either….
This sounds “hot” because it is a fantasy, coming direct from my brain. If I was to actually live through it, I wouldn’t enjoy it at all — it would hurt in not-a-good-way (I hate the paddle, really hate it!) and it would be horrible as I lived through it.
But, the way I am wired, the minute it was over, I’d be really aroused by the memory of it.
I don’t particularly think that “unfair” punishment is going to be a problem for us. As a slave, I have no call to decide what is fair or unfair. And, by this point in time, I’d much rather be getting punished regularly, even if the punishments are overly harsh, than not at all. But the fact of the matter is that he is innately fair and reasonable, so I just don’t have to worry about such things. (This is why I can trust him so much in the first place, as to be able to accept my desires and want them to actually transpire!)
He does read my blog. But I don’t know if my writing will effect anything. He changes things at his own whim, and when he feels like it.
Of course my punishment will probably not have much in common with my fantasy! (Although he knows I hate the paddle, so I can see that being a big part of things!) The point was that this was my fantasy of what might have happened — I’m not saying “Read this, Sir, and then do it right!” I’m just sharing what goes on in my mind.