Zille Defeu’s fetish fantasies

My Master I and went away last weekend for a romantic get-away that had been orchestrated and provided by one of his oldest friends. And what a friend! He got us an amazing house with this incredible view of the ocean, leant us his car (leaving himself without wheels), and then took us out to dinner two nights in a row (the second night to a decidedly not cheap restaurant, that my Master and I just happen to really, really like.)

So, there we are in a lovely part of California, having romantic walks on the beach (and thus seeing a dolphin leaping out of the water!), eating leisurely late breakfasts while watching the ocean, etc.

So of course, a special scene was called for!

One of my jobs as a slave is to pack for my Master. Since I have screwed up this task on two memorable recent occasions (last October, when I forgot to pack him any socks when we went to England, and last December, when I forgot to pack his party clothes for the New Year’s Eve party in New York) my task has been upgraded to making a list (and checking it twice!) as well as packing for him. I was quite desperate to get things right for this trip, so the list was made, checked about ten times, and then I even put it in the suitcase!

Also in the suitcase was: the slapper crop, the punishment paddle (and punishment shorts), penis gag, and lube. Oh, and a schoolgirl uniform – don’t leave home without one!

On Sunday afternoon he had me dress in the schoolgirl outfit, and the real fun began!

We did a little bit of role-play – my bad girl persona was visiting her “Uncle,” who was helping out Daddy for the weekend. As I whined in the scene, my Uncle always disciplines me when I visit him – it’s no fair! (Uncle then explained that discipline was vital for my own good – and I didn’t have much choice, anyway!)

Even though I was being a bad girl, I was way too eager for masochistic delights to put up much of a fuss! I played with my Uncle’s erection through his shorts for a bit, while complaining about my upcoming discipline, then I was over his lap on the luxurious white microsuede couch for a starter spanking! Oh, it was good! He started hard (what’s a warm up? I wouldn’t know!) and that was great because if he starts spanking hard without a warm-up, he can get the spanking to really hurt. I was moaning at each blow by the end of it – and I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or too much pain (or some admixture of the two) but it was wonderful!

Then, the slapper crop came into play! He bent me over the side of the sofa (which was just the right height!) and showed me how the ever-so-pleasurable crop could really become quite intense, if used long and hard enough!

Then, to go with the familial nature of the proceedings, Uncle’s belt had to be brought into play. Can I just say I love the belt. Because he can whale on me with that thing, really pull his arm back and take full range-of-motion strokes, and even though I tend to make a lot of noise, it’s pain I can take, pain I can process and ride to masochist heaven. I can feel the energy of the force of the belt hitting me, and that energy rushes into my body with the blow – it’s not easy, but it’s really exciting! I was making lots of noise, and I think he was thinking about neighbors (I know I wasn’t!) so he stopped after a while and led to the stairs.

I wish we had stairs in our apartment! They would be used for kinky stuff more often than anything else! He had me keep me feet on the floor, and then lean forward with my arms and knees, and then he stood above me on a step and took the slapper crop to me in vertical strokes.

Then, he hauled me up to the bedroom. He bent me over the side of the bed and pushed himself inside me. “Ahhhhh, you’re tight, girl” he growled, because he knows such things make me, well … at that point in time they make me come! (I have a bit of a fetish for big mean cocks pushing roughly into my too-tight, not-ready pussy. For that reason, we tend not to have any sort of penetrative foreplay [not a problem, anyway, as what’s better foreplay than a good beating?]. I also work on my kegels assiduously.)

After doing that rough, bent over the side of the bed fucking that I love so well (and I assume he loves, too!) we took a little blow-job break, and then he ordered me on top of him. I hiked my dress up around my waist, and said, “Yes, Uncle!” (As if he’d beaten me into submission. But he and I both know my bad girl side will never truly be tamed – and I know he doesn’t want to loose that challenging, wicked glint I can get in my eyes.)

I climbed on top of him and slid down onto his cock. It was really exciting to be fucking someone “new” – we’d never played “Uncle” before. I closed my eyes and thought about my Daddy’s brother’s cock inside me, his schoolgirl neice. I know, I know – for some people incest-play is just “ick!” but I’ve seen enough incest-based smut online to also know that there’s a lot of people who like to play with those fantasies! Well, this one was really working for me! And I like that as “Uncle,” my Master seems to be a bit meaner than “Daddy.” Daddy will pull me up for a hug and a “Poor girl!” after a beating (and then sometimes beat me again! I would love to play more with that dynamic: my Daddy saying, “Oh poor girl … but you know you’re going to have to take six more for Daddy. And then clean my tears away and comfort me … and then put really mean nipple clamps on me and hold me while I moan and squirm in pain, all the while saying, “That’s it, be a good girl for Daddy…” Yes, that could be a really lovely future scene!) but my Uncle just wants to discipline me and then take advantage of me. Which is basically my favorite thing in the world!

But it gets better! After he came inside me, I asked him if he would indulge another fetish of mine. When I said in the last post that I’m a “cum slut,” I meant it! I love having his come in any – preferably every! – fuckable orifice. So I lay down on the bed beside him, on my tummy, and he lay on his side and slid his fingers inside and told me about how he was pushing his come up further inside me. I started coming right away – the thought of him moving his come around inside me with his fingers, mingled with the reality of it actually happening, sent me over the edge. He settled onto my g-spot, and then I came. And came. And he pulled another orgasm out of me, and another. And then I came again.

I think I came for about half an hour (possibly longer) with no pause, just orgasm after orgasm rolling out of me at the command of his fingers. By the end, all he had to do was hold his finger inside me and make microscopic movements, and I felt like I was drowning in molasses: a sticky, sweet, rich, and intense death!

Recently, I’ve been so all about pain, that pleasure has been sorta on the wayside for me. It’s good and all, but not what I’ve been focused on. But that pleasure he gave me met anything pain had to offer.

I can close my eyes, and be right back on the bed (the unfamiliar bed, in “Uncle’s” house) with the warm sunshine bouncing indirectly around the room, and my Uncle’s body pressed naked and sweaty against mine, my ass thobing from the beating, his large, strong fingers buried inside me, lubed up by his own come, playing me like you would an instrument, making me sing with pleasure and fetishistic delight.