Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Well, this is supposed to be the third Shadowlane post – I know, I know! But the third post (mostly written) was overtaken by events – in this case, a whole bunch of work which had to be done, and then, what we in San Francisco refer to as “Leather Week” (the week that ends with the Folsom Street Fair on Sunday, filled with lectures, classes, parties, readings, munches, and other events) and of course, “The High Holy Day of Kink” itself.

You might say to yourself, “If Zille is as much out-of-the-dungeon-and-into-the-schoolroom as she claims, why does she keep going to these BDSM events?” It’s a fair question.
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I’m still recovering from Folsom (as are most of my friends!) but I wanted to share some pictures I took that will probably be appreciated by you pervy lot!

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Here’s Miss Maggie Mayhem (whom, I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I have such a huge crush on) in a beautiful suspension…. The rigger (as seen in image #2) is the talented Luke Degre. (click on images for full size)

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This shot is not just of me, but I think nicely sums up the whole Folsom Experience.

Yes, that’s a guy holding his dick behind my head. No, I have no idea he’s there. (My Master thought this was very funny!) Many guys walk around the fair entirely naked, or wearing just a cock-ring, or nipple rings, or a collar. Not many women do! Happily, most of the naked guys are gay, which means they don’t bother me at all — I think gay men should romp naked in the streets at every possible opportunity! But for some reason, the kinds of straight guys who choose to wander around naked are always the kinds of guys who just come off as a little slimy, the not cool kind of perverts.

Although I must say that this year I didn’t get my ass grabbed when we were in the crowd — people really seemed more polite this year. Folsom gets really crowded — there are parts of the street where it’s just a seething mass of people, with not more than two inches in between them, and all are pushing and shoving to get in their desired direction, which is generally the completely opposite one from the people around them! It’s pure chaos, but as you look around you, people are dressed in leather and latex and schoolgirl outfits and ponygirl gear and uniforms and, well, every fetish there is (including the guys walking around naked) and it’s really an amazing experience.

Anyway, in the shot above, I was just in between taking pictures. Here are a couple of the shots I was taking. Since the “which do you like best post I did last week was so well received, I’ll ask your artistic opinions again, do you like the first one or the second one best?
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My Master came home last Friday night, and left this morning. We only had two full days together, and one of them was spent running around the Folsom Street Fair, so even less one-on-one time.

Saturday he was jet-lagged and worn out. We spend an indolent day in our apartment. I served him breakfast, lunch, tea, and dinner. And we cuddled on the sofa all evening.

Sunday did not go as it was supposed to go. I had an outfit planned, and then there were a serious of clothing malfunctions, and I had a hell of a time finding something to wear, which was compounded by waking up to a serious sore throat. (Which, of course, after spending the day running around a crowded street fair, is much worse today!) The outfit needed to do a number things:

1. it had to be sexy
2. but it had to keep me covered up from the sun
3. because I already had a sore throat, comfy shoes were called for, because while I can handle the pain of walking all over The City in six-inch stillettos when I feel well, when I don’t feel well, adding extra stress and discomfort is not a good idea

Finding an outfit that fit all of the above was darn near impossible, after both my prefered option, and my “Plan B” were shot. And we were supposed to get to the fair early, and the clock kept ticking as I kept getting more and more stressed out about finding the right thing to wear.

Finally, he took the useless upset puddle of me, held me lovingly, and ordered me to go put on a traditional schoolgirl uniform (“I don’t care that the Americans won’t get why what you are wearing is really a fetish outfit, it will please me and that’s what matters.”)

So, instead of getting to the fair early, by the time we got there it was already crowded — too crowded to really do the photography I wanted to do.

But we did get there in good time to shoot Luke Degre rigging up the lovely Miss Maggie Mayhem, upon whom I have a serious crush. We got some great shots of their really intense scene. (I have to say, I’m glad my Master isn’t interested in using staple guns!)

I’ll be spending the day processing those images, and I’ll share the best with you lot over here. Although at the moment I’m on the sofa, eating a grapefruit and drinking lots of fluids and trying to do the right thing for my throat, which is very displeased with me!

Before my Master left for his business trip today, made the kind of love to me that we both like best.

He indicated I was to give him a hand-job, and as I did he pinched my nipples, making me moan in that lovely combined pleasure/pain. Suddenly he rolled me over on my back, and started spanking my pussy. As I shrieked (mostly in delight, but also in pain as the slaps became heavier and heavier) and he said, “You have kaya to blame for this!” I managed to say, in between gasps, that kaya would be most pleased, but reconsidering it, I know kaya is not a sadist and would never wish pain upon her fellow slaves, so I think actually it will be kaya’s wonderful Master S. who would be most pleased!

After he’d had enough of spanking my pussy, he rolled me back around tightly into his arms, and started spanking my bottom with serious intensity. (Honestly, I think my motto as a slave should be, “A warm-up? What’s that?!”) I clung to him and just hung on for the ride. It was actually really thrilling! Warm-ups are possibly over-rated!

When he was done, as we re-adjusted positions, his leg came up against my pussy, and the liquid evidence of how much I love his sadistic attentions.

Nothing more needed to be said, and suddenly he was on top of me, fucking me in missionary position. This was never really a favourite of mine, I was always more of a doggie-style girl, but with him I just come and come and come when he fucks me that way. (Well, I really just come whichever way he fucks me. But it’s always a surprise for me to enjoy missionary so much.)

Then we ended up in our usual final position: me on top. We’ve worked out a good rhythm for this, because after I come, often my legs go all like jelly and I can’t keep on riding him, so after I come hard, I take a break and go down on him, then climb back up and ride away to another orgasm, and then, ahem, rise and repeat until he comes, either in my mouth or in my pussy. Today it was in my pussy. We came really hard together, and I love how connected that makes us feel.

Then we took a shower together, which is another of our favourite ways to connect. We started the tradition when I first started sleeping over at his place, and I still lather him all over with body wash. I still giggle when washing his genitals. I still love running the foamy soap over the strong muscles of his thighs and calves. We often kiss in the shower. Kissing as water runs down your bodies is so purely romantic, at least to us: we are water creatures for sure!

Now he’s gone, but I still feel all warm and connected to him. If only my throat wasn’t aching so much, I’d be just perfectly happy. I joked to him that sex should be mandatory on Monday mornings!