Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

N.B. — I started this on Monday, but the week overwhelmed me a bit — the jobby-job needing more catching up with. But, here finally, is my first scene report since the accident!
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I don’t want to count how long it’s been since we had some proper playtime, because that would just be depressing, but the dry-spell is over, YAY!

We did actually have a mini-scene last week, but it really just illustrated how much we both were missing our usual naughtinesses, and ended up being kinda more depressing than not playing, esp. since his arm was hot and swollen and sore after….

But, Saturday, I was snuggling with him on the sofa (naked, like you do…), and suddenly there was raging erection! Amusingly, the first thing that popped out of my mouth was, “Oh! But I need to shave!” He considerately allowed that if I were to give him some hands-on (and mouth-on) attention for a bit, then I could run off to the bath and shave as quickly as possible without removing vital bits of dermis.

And so it came about!

And I found myself face down on the bed, wearing black spandex hot pants, while he rummaged in the Drawer of Doom for just the right tawse. I normally start to feel a bit of (perfectly reasonable) apprehension in those right-just-before-it-starts moments. But this time I was so ready, so “bum randy” as one of my favourite spanking stories has it, that I just lay there thinking, “I want this, I want this, oh how I want this,” and not feeling anything but eager and ready.

Being the kind and gentle Master that he is [cough] he actually started with a warm-up for once! But I was so rarin’ to go that I just was not even in a place to appreciate the mild strokes, and so I showed that in the best way I’ve found for a submissive partner to demonstrate “more please”: I lay there without making a sound. Nothing like that to ramp up your Evil Sadist – he wants to see you squirming and yelping, damn it! And, in short order, I was!

After turning things from 0 to 11 with the tawse, he went for the belt. (He has an old brown one which is too battered for wearing, but has the perfect patina to be a Dreaded Instrument of Discipline – Only I adore the belt, so it’s less Dreaded and more Oh Yes Please!) His arm didn’t seem to mind the vigorous workout he gave my bottom!

After that it was over the side of the bed for the leather, um, thing, which is shaped like a paddle, but still flexible like a tawse. But, even with that, I was still revelling in the sensations and emotional experience of being beaten. Sure, it hurt, but it was filling up an empty ache that had been growing like a black hole inside me, and that ache hurt far worse than that leather paddle-thing!

Then it was sex-time (wheee!) and he did a thing he loves which is to pull my pants aside and fuck me with them still on. I’m quite fond of it myself, as it makes me feel like I’m just being used – that he can’t even bother to undress me properly, but he’s just tugging the fabric aside and sticking himself in me … hmmm, I’m going to either have to move on from this deliberation, or go take a moment with Mr. Buzzy!

Anyway, I was quite pleasantly surprised that he was going to fuck me whilst standing, as since the accident it’s all been me on top, for the very good reason of his broken leg! But that leg really didn’t seem to bother him or get in the way on Saturday, and we enjoyed a lovely timeless period of our favourite position (me bent over the side of the bed), which we haven’t done in far too long.

Then, being him, he decided I needed a caning. I actually really love his habit of spanking me, fucking me, caning me, fucking me – rinse and repeat! It stretches out the scene for longer (and I want them all to last as long as possible!) and it combines, or at least stacks, the painful and pleasurable sensations so that I get a wonderful sensory confusion.

The caning hurt a good bit – as it generally does! – and I was dancing in place by the end of it. As he’d start each set of six, I’d wonder (philosophically, as there was nothing I could actually do about it!) if I could make it through the set. What I love about the spanking dynamic is that as a spankee, I can have those fears (which make the whole thing so much better, of course!) and as the Spanker, he can get me to take more than I thought I could, he can help me to be both that strong and that yielding. It’s pretty amazing, when you think about it!

He then got the notion that the horse whip would be a nice follow-up, and easy on his arm. It actually was a nice follow-up, except for the fact that it’s fine to “wrap” the hits with the popper, because it won’t do any damage – but yeowch, the skin over the hips and sides of thighs is very sensitive thank you!, and doesn’t turn me on the way things hitting my bottom-proper do. [pouts]

However, the follow-up to the caning was anal sex! Now, you might think, from reading this blog, that I just want anal sex all the time. And you’d be right! But if he gave it to me as often as I would like (twice a day!) [grins] then I’m not sure my anal health would be optimal. I’m not saying a prolapsed rectum [shudders] or anything, but I’m really not sure that arseholes are meant to be fucked every day. So when he does his thing where he says, voice low and unreasonably sexy, “I’m now going to fuck your ass, my girl,” I get all a-tremble from not only the realization that I’m about to experience a certain level of pain in a very intimate way, but also from the sheer excitement of “Woohoo! It’s finally happening!”

This bit of fucking had a certain unexpected level of pain/excitement, because he was really enjoying fucking me with my hot pants still on, and so he just shoved them a bit more to the side to get to the next hole up (as it were). However, that had him going in at a “funny” (not ha-ha!) angle and suddenly pain washed over me like a tsunami. I tried to take it, because I was turned on by it (mentally, at least!) but I did let him know what was going on, because anal pain can mean something, and it’s my responsibility to let him know those things. (As much as I dislike having any responsibility at all in those moments!) As I gaspingly shared the information, I broke down crying from the pain. He bent over me, and talked in a rough whisper in my ear, calming me like you would a nervy equine. When I could breath again, and he had ascertained that all was well with me, he pulled off the hot pants, and continued the fucking of my bottom … and I have to admit that after the initial intensity, the discomfort that followed was somewhat anti-climatic – although I still enjoyed it very much!

It’s a good thing I have a friend who is a doctor who I can ask anything, because I am really turned on by pain during anal sex, and we need to find out how much / what kind of pains are okay to play with, and which mean, “Stop Now And Back Away From The Anus!”

I would like to point out the extreme studliness of my Master, because he accomplished all of this with a broken ulna in the arm he was using, and with one leg in an unbendable brace! How many men could successfully top someone, and give them such a hot scene, in those conditions?!

We got to have our post-coital cuddles after that, and oh, how I’d missed even that! The sense of connection, the way my skin feels with his skin pressing against it – well, if you’re reading this blog, you probably already know that spanking (etc.) makes everything better. It really does!

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