Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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A smart and fun spanko blogger named Graham (who is “a young American woman currently living in Eastern Europe”) has the cane on her mind. (And who doesn’t, really?!) In a recent post she demands:

So, be honest. Tell me what the cane does to you. No euphemisms, no down-playing the effects — and no exaggerating them, either. Or it’ll be canings for the lot of you!

Alright then! The truth, and nothing but the truth! (Although I still want my caning!)

A caning hurts. Quite a lot. It’s a white-hot slash of pure pain that shocks you upon impact … and then builds up and up until you think you may go crazy. And then, when it’s died down to the point when you are thinking that maybe sanity is an option again … the next stroke comes slashing down…!

And it’s the hottest, hottest thing in the whole wide world.
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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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I’m blogging live from the UK [grins] now, and will be for a couple weeks. I intend to finally catch you lot up with everything that’s happened in the last few whirlwind weeks! It’s going to take a lot of writing to accomplish this!

Where to start…?

Ahhh, since I’ve deprived you all terribly of posts about my own personal kinky life, I’ll start with the last scene my Master and I did before leaving on our trip….

He wanted me in my blue cotton knickers that day, and as I went to get them, I felt the thrill that always goes through me when I go to put on something he has ordered that I wear, for his pleasure, and knowing that I’m about to be taken for a swim into unknown depths of masochism and submission.

On went the blue cotton knickers, which I must admit don’t horrify me as much as the nylon ones do. These ones are actually almost sexy, even to my high standards!

It was, of course, the first day of my period. We always have the time and opportunity and desire to do a scene on the first day of my period – very frustrating! Well, it really wasn’t that much of a problem because neither of us minds sex during that time, it’s just that my pain-tolerance is always way down. Which isn’t actually a problem for him – he gets more buck for his bang, as it were, but it bothers me, because, well, I hate looking like a sissy! I like being able to be stoic and take the pain. (For as long as possible, at least, because he always takes me past the point of stoicism – to the point of tears and snot and gulping in air….)

He had me lie in the middle of the bed, on my tummy, and took a strap to my bottom. I was soon crying out and having trouble holding still, so he backed off and, sitting on the bed, pulled me over his lap for a spanking. After the strap, the spanking was just pleasure, even when my bottom got very hot and sensitive.

He then informed me that the three new canes we’d just bought were now about to get their inaugural action. I had by then gotten to a headspace where, even though I was pretty terrified about three canes being used gods-know-how-many-times up on my overly-sensitive bottom cheeks, I just said, “Yes, Sir,” and accepted my fate without worrying too much about how painful things were about to become.
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Sorry to miss today’s post – I had a migraine, and I could only focus on one thing, and the jobby-job won. Feel free to complain to my boss!

And I have lots to write about, too! Yesterday was a very special scene, and I can’t wait to write about it! When we were at IMsL, my Master bought three new canes (because one can never have enough, right?!) and they were given a proper inauguration upon my bottom! (Yes, I was sitting funny today! The migraine was super annoying because it was distracting me from the fun pain, damn it!)

So, with that teaser, I’ll leave you to ponder what all might have happened to me late Sunday afternoon….

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Here’s the second half of the video interview I did with Miss Maggie Mayhem about her bondage show for the Hell’s Angels!

If you just can’t get enough Maggie (and who can?!), she has an article about the experience (with some fascinating insights) over at Carnal Nation (note my Master’s and my pictures of her illustrating it, she says proudly!)

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