Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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This is a fantasy that has been running through my mind pretty much every time I’ve masturbated in the past couple weeks. I though I’d share it … and maybe if my Master likes reading it, it will come true!

I’m bent over the convertible step-stool-chair , which has been converted to its step-stool aspect. The wood is cold under my lower tummy and hips. My ankles and wrists are in the leather cuffs, which are clipped to the O-rings on the legs of the chair. I can squirm, but I can’t do anything else.

And I’m about to squirm. Because you have the ginger plug which you made me carve – how sadistic to make me create the instrument of my own torture….

You wet it with some cold water, and take a wet finger and tease my anus with it, making me involuntarily tighten up. You laugh and tell me that I can’t keep the ginger out – that since you want it up there, I have no choice in the matter.
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I was tired this evening, Sir, and not up to the excitement of a video, so I decided to report on one of the magazines you lent me instead.

I read the first and the last stories in this issue: “A Visit From The Inspector” and “Lessons In The Basement.”

The former has some lovely images (the photographer in me really appreciated the fact that two soft boxes were obviously in use) and the model was very attractive and authentic. The cane looks just like the one that is in right now my room!

Like one of the other magazines I have from you, Sir, this one has actual sexual content. I never thought I’d say this, but it is really gratuitous. The writing about the spanking and caning is good and descriptive, but the writing about sex is very childish and awkward – in this case I would have cut it out altogether. There is the fun stuff about the school inspector making Hilary’s father spank her and him getting an erection, which is always fun for me (thanks entirely to wicked Victorian smut-mongers!) but the story in this case lets down the lovely images. Not that that kept me from getting aroused….

“Lessons In The Basement” was a whole other matter! The second hottest model I have seen in all the magazines, and the thing where Mr. Ramley sits on the shooting stick to spank her is hot purely for geekish reasons (like stocking garters!)

The story is much fluffier than much of the stuff I have been reading and viewing recently – just spankings and “nasty older men fondling Sixth Formers,” but it made a nice change. The sex actually worked in the storyline in this one, as well, and the element of her not wanting to loose her virginity and Mr. Ramley not giving her a choice in the matter … well, it made me much more aware of the inseam of my pants, Sir, if you take my meaning….

Now, sitting here writing this, Sir, I wish you were here with me. I don’t understand how one’s bottom can actually crave being spanked (are there special nerve endings for it?), but mine is – a real long, hard spanking, with your fingers sometimes pausing to caress the enflamed skin and to slip down between my legs and find out how wet you’ve made me….

Which reminds me that I wanted to write about masturbating this morning, Sir. I’ve been having some trouble sleeping (on account of being kept in a perpetually worked-up state; lying in bed and thinking about you is so much more interesting than sleeping!) and I’ve gotten some valerian root to help me turn my brain off when I need it to be. Anyway, it worked fine in the first part of the night, but around six A.M . I was awake again, and unable to shut my busy mind off. I decided to try and fix things so I could sleep, so I went online and found I had an email from you – thank you, Sir! – and then I got my sex toys … and the cane, which I suppose for the time being is almost a sex toy as well, since I won’t be self-pleasuring without it!

I pressed it down my body in the same way as before, and by now it seems to fit well to me. I pressed the vibrating bullet to my clitoris, and thought of you caning me (I had caning on the mind, from the videos…) I thought of the schoolgirl scene, which you had mentioned in your email: of getting first six and then another six (to draw things out a bit) and in between you were fondling me, pressing your fabric-encased erection against my striped bottom and telling me about discipline … oh, Sir, I get so aroused again just typing this! At the end of the last six, you unzipped your trousers and pushed yourself in me, no wasting time on foreplay, but just fucking me hard and fast. (At the same time, I reached down and grabbed my glass dildo and pressed it inside me, moaning aloud, “Oh, Sir!” (it turns me on just to call out to you….)

I came so hard, Sir! I wish you could have seen me! I was writhing around much more than usual, and I ended up being quite noisy, which perhaps would not surprise you, but generally, I make much less noise when it is just me and some toys. But ever since we started … um, doing things … my masturbation and resulting orgasms have changed, both in quality and quantity.

Anyway, Sir, it did the trick! After the spasms finished wracking my body, I pushed the sex toys away and grabbed my stuffed animal that I have to have to sleep, and clutching it, and the cane, I drifted happily away until 11 A.M.!

(Which may explain why, even after my frustrating day, I was so chipper when you called!)

I hope that you can read this somewhere where you can enjoy it, Sir, and that it brightens up your day!