Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

To the outside observer, the punishment and reward I received yesturday would look pretty much the same.

For my bad behavior in last weekend’s scene (leading it to be a “failed scene,” with much unhappiness on both our parts) I got a dozen whacks with an evil implement that I didn’t get a good look at (and I’m not sure I want to) but which most certainly taught me my lesson (and glad am I that it will only be used for punishment. It’s going to be super hard to eroticize the pain from that thing!)

My reward, however, was an inflatable butt-plug put in my ass, and then about 36 cane strokes and I-don’t-remember-how-many from the tawse, interspersed around a rough fucking.

So you can see how a person might get confused!

But they were not the same – physically or psychologically!

The punishment strokes were done “cold.” And hard. And not leaving me room to recover. And I knew that he was not pleased with me – that he was doing this to teach me a lesson in proper behavior. It was scary and it hurt and while it was going on I wanted it over, like, now!

But I must say the end results of both the punishment and reward were the same. That is, an erection for him (he does like to punish me. Pervert!), and a feeling of being safe and secure and loved for me.

He told me to put on white punishment shorts (and riding boots, for reasons best know to him. Although they did keep my feet warm and gave my feet some traction on the floor, which helped me stay in position, so maybe he does know best. And of course, wearing only white shorts and riding boots would make any fashion-conscious person feel like a complete fool, so perhaps there was a humiliation element as well.)

He then had me knee and suck his cock, while he told me just what I’d done wrong, and that I was getting punished for it. Then, he had me bend over the side of the bed, and take what was coming to me. When the evil thing hit my ass the first time, I thought “What the fuck was that?” That was really my last coherent thought until the punishment was over, and he was holding me, as I cried, and telling me I was a good girl.

In his arms I felt so loved, so secure. I’d fucked up, but he’d punished me for it, so I could stop feeling bad about it, and the fact that he’d punished me made me feel loved and safe (safe that he would always deal with my mistakes, and not store up seething resentment until we had a fight, etc.) I also felt his erection pressing into my throbbing bottom – and since I really like that punishing me gets him aroused, that made me feel really happy. Not all punishments will go like that. Some will make me angry, some will make me feel unhappy and misunderstood – in both cases, until the lesson from the punishment kicks in, whereupon I will end up feeling as grateful and “weight has lifted from my shoulders” as I did lying in his arms just then.

Then, it was time for fun! He found a spanking magazine (and when I say found, I mean he selected one from the huge collection that I have organized by publication title and issue number) and had me suck his cock while he read aloud to me: a favorite activity, and one we haven’t indulged in in ever so long! Halfway through the story (amazingly, about a schoolgirl getting spanked and caned by her teacher. Who woulda thunk it?) he stopped, got the inflatable butt-plug, and worked it in, gave it some meaningful pumps, and then we resumed our former activities.

After the story was over, he sat up a bit, grabbed a cane, and started caning me with vertical strokes while I continued sucking him. Oh! Was that good! I heartily recommend it to any masochist! Feeling your ass and mouth filled up, while the burning strokes blazed down your ass … oh, happy place!

Then he had me lie on my stomach, while he gave me about twelve more. I wish it could have been more! I love getting caned in that position! I can handle the pain so much better, and it can become sexual for me. I can actually groan with pleasure instead of pain on some of the strokes!

Then, it was over the side of the bed for some real zingers, until my feet were dancing on the floor. Then, my panties having been pulled down for the last set, he could just shove himself inside me. Oh, god, how wonderful it was to have him slamming against my while the pain came up from the cane strokes! I begged him, “Please inflate the plug fully – I want my pussy as tight as possible for you!” He did, and I was in slave-heaven – feeling used and completely helpless and at his mercy. (I don’t know why a butt-plug is like “instant helplessness – just add butt-plug “ for me, but it is!)

Then, it was some more beating – this time with a tawse. I must say they are more bearable when you have so many endorphins buzzing around in your brain! Then the fucking resumed.

That continued for a wonderful amount of time, then I got flipped over, my legs pressed up to my chest, and the pounding continued apace. He was really getting all porn-star on me – pushing my legs as wide and hard as he could (it’s a damn good thing I do yoga!) and looking down at his cock as it slammed in and out of me. I would have raised my head and looked, too, if I’d had the ability to do anything but lay there and take it at that point. We really need to make a video, so I can see that stuff later, while he’s traveling for business….

After he was content with making me come as many times as he liked, he then had me finish with a blowjob. You know it’s a good one when he gasps, “I’m com—” and then melts into a puddle. Of course, the ejaculate spouting like a geyser into my throat was also a bit of a give-away!

Now I’m so happy I can barely contain it. And he promises more for tomorrow! Maybe an assfucking for me?!