Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

I was organizing files on my computer today (because I’m a geek) and I found a picture I’d sent to my Master when we were first seeing each other! The small bruise you can see on my left cheek is from one of our earliest scenes!

The hot summer sun, bum cleavage, and a sweet bruise

I can remember that afternoon. It was a hot summer day, like today — it could easily have been the very same day, three years ago! My Master was in England, and we weren’t at the point of traveling with each other, yet. I was desperately in love with him (still am!) and he was all I could think about; when my friends called he was all I could talk about.

The scenes we were having were a revelation to me. He was the first person to show me the true depths of my masochism, which as you can imagine was life-changing and a bit scary. Things were very new and raw … it was just the start of the love we have now, so I was always a little on-edge, scared that somehow this dream-bubble would burst.

Anyway, I don’t remember the obstensible reason for sending a picture of my bottom to him, but the underlying message was: “Don’t forget me while you’re in England! Please think of me and miss me and lust after me … and beat me when you come home!”

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