Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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There was nothing else I could title this post!

Yesterday, my Master said the most romantic sentence I’ve ever heard: “Well, we’ve got half an hour until Dr. Who comes on, so how about sex?”

Really, the only thing that could have improved it would be a bit more time, and that his arm not be broken so he could add some spanking to the mix!

While I’ve been enthusiastically giving him blowjobs (because it’s the best way I can think of to show him how happy I am he didn’t die in that car accident!), my own sexual pleasure has been a bit thin on the ground (Eddie Izzard fans: “…thin in the air. Just generally pretty trim.”) because, his right arm being broken means no spankings or canings and none of those glorious fingerings where he makes me come over and over and over. And my vibrator broke in the first few days I was in the country. And, what with him being all-over bandages and leg-brace, I haven’t even thought of suggesting sex, because that would be a stupid way to pressure him.

But, if he suggested it (with a note of caution about me not bouncing up and down on him too vigorously !) then I was all for it! Obviously.

It didn’t even need too long, because once I’d blown him nice and hard, and I climbed on top … well, from the moment he slid in me it was intense…. I’m still so aware how close he came to death, how close I came to being a widow before our first anniversary … that being able to feel him inside me was this amazing joy. (Even more so than the amazing joy it usually is!)

I asked permission to come in after holding off as long as I could, which wasn’t probably more than a minute. The sensations only increased and intensified until he suddenly got a very intent look on his face, moaned, and came inside me. I collapsed forward (gently, not forgetting the cracked sternum and rib!) onto him, and just started bawling. Tears of joy, and relief, and release….

He was still inside me, and we just lay there like that, literally coupled, enjoying the ultimate closeness.

Then, with a minute to go, I grabbed a couple ginger beers, and we snuggled up close under the covers of the bed and watched Dr. Who (it was that great episode with Martha Jones and Shakespeare) and honestly I don’t think I’ve been happier very often in my life!

However, the goodness wasn’t over for the evening, because then we found the most wonderful restaurant right around the corner from our guest house, and an astoundingly good meal followed, washed down by a lovely bottle of rioja (my Master is off the hard-core pain-killers, so we can enjoy wine together again!) We lurched back somewhat tipsy — or, as I burbled to him at the time, “much the better for wear!” I was going to drunk-post this all, but when we got in bed, I suddenly discovered that I had no urge to to anything that involved thinking or movement on my part, and I may have gotten the best night’s sleep of my life….

And so we move forward and on….

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Well, you lot, I apologise for being away, but I’m afraid I have an excuse. I’ve written about it here, and all future writings about that topic will be over there, too.

No, I’m not being all cryptic. My Master was in a bad car accident, and I am going to be dealing with the ramifications of that both over here (how this will effect our M/s relationship, his “physio-therapy” of getting able to spank and cane me again, etc.) but all the non-kinky stuff I’ll be putting over there.

Happily, I have good and kinky news already. My Master got out of the hospital this past Thursday, and last night I was able to give him a blow-job and he was able to come. This is not a small thing, because he was catheterized for a while (sadly, not a fetish of his!) and that can interfere with all of the manly tubing. Also, I had to very carefully not bang into or put weight on anything broken, fractured, or bruised, so it involved some creative gymnastics on my part. (Yay yoga!)

Finally, it was a week to the day after his accident, and he has been through terrible shocks to his physical and mental systems, so it would not be weird or even a bad sign if he couldn’t come. Indeed, I told him it was a no-pressure blow-job, just me giving him some pleasure for a while, c’est tout.

That he trusted me enough with his newly fragile body not only to do it in the first place, but more so that he was able to relax and ignore his bodily pains and leg brace and bandages, is the kindest compliment a person can give. When he came in my mouth, I almost started crying — it was very intense for me: an honour and true gift.

Lying as best I could beside him, after, I started to sense how our new relationship would eventually turn out. Everything has changed, but our love is only stronger, and we will turn this scary change into growth.

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