Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Mr Defeu’s and my adventures yesterday were very much something that could only happen in San Francisco. I’m still bemused and delighted by them, so I wanted to share with you lot.

The day started with some lovely intimacy in Mr Defeu’s and my marriage-bed. It was a lovely interlude, but I won’t go into it here, as it was “just sex,” and I know you pervs want to get to the good stuff!

After a lovely brunch at our current favourite place, we had to hustle a bit to get ready for the fundraiser to keep Wicked Grounds, our local kinky coffee shop, open. It was taking place at our local dungeon, The Citadel, so we knew that besides the promised “Strip Trivia,” there would be rather more perverse and interesting things to see (or do!)

We were not disappointed! During the auction (in which floggers, pictures, and sessions with pro-Dommes were up for grabs) Rose from WG let it be known that if any one person bid $1000 on an item, she would run topless through the streets of San Francisco to WG to ring the charge up on the credit card. Another four girls all volunteered to run topless with her. (So many selfless givers in our community!)

Well, it wasn’t long before someone bid $1000, and Rose and the other gals had their tits out in a flash. Mr Defeu and I edged to the door, to see them off, but as Rose passed us she asked us to come along to help as an escort, the area between the SF Citadel and Wicked Grounds is not truly the best place for topless women to be wandering without any back-up! We said we’d come along, and then, as soon as we were all out the door, the gals took off, breasts a-bouncin’, shrieking with the excitement of it. We found ourselves running along behind them, laughing in sheer pleasure of the surreality of it all.
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Sunday, 16 January 2011

This has been an amazing week for Mr Defeu and me: Tuesday we re-initiated our discipline-based relationship, and then Friday evening we had over the delicious MinxGrrl for a session of traditional British schoolgirl uniform fitting, and traditional CP, and then kisses, snuggles, and erotic story-reading with added stimulation.

I must say that as a first-time play session with someone, it went rather fantastically well! (And, from her tweets, the Grrl of the Minxness agrees with me!)

I’ll let her sum up the action:

So I was dressed up in proper British school attire, spanked, caned, strapped w/ belt & tawse, slippered, had my hands strapped & caned… We played about 4 hours with a couple breaks. I also had my feet caned, put in the corner and there may even be more that I just can’t remember through the afterglow haze. Ow…mmm. We only stopped to snuggle and for me to make out with his hot wife ftw!

During some of the play, I grabbed Minx’s mobile and started getting shots I thought she’d rather like to have, later. She has since tweeted her favs, and thus I present to you a photo-essay – snapshots of some lovely moments in that evening….

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I have so much to write about last night’s punishment that instead of trying to do one of my epic posts and it taking so long that I don’t post anything for the next three weeks, I’m going to try the mad notion of breaking things up into more manageable posts – crazy talk, I know!

I have so many emotions that I’ll start off with something more simple and basic: facts and thoughts about the new type of ginger butt-plug I made.

It was not an unmitigated success, but it did have a huge successful point in that we were a lot less concerned that we were going to loose the fig inside me, never to see it again. (As happened on Kink.com a while ago!)

However, I am used to carving ginger plugs with one notched area to simulate a butt-plug – and didn’t think about the fact that this time the notched area, which is usually where the sphincter ani internus (internal anal sphincter muscle) grabs aholt of the notch in the ginger, to keep it from sucking on in, or spitting it out (And the fact that I never trusted it for the former, and it didn’t work so great for the latter is why we were trying new methods!), was used by the flange from the cut-down butt-plug, and so the big fail was that I did not make the notched area longer nor make a second notched area….

So my bottom spent the whole punishment happily trying to spit that mean old ginger root right out! (I am pretty sure that actually ginger causes the anus to spasm and expel the burning foreign object from your bottom. I get why it would try to do this, but it’s something that needs to be worked around, because figging is the best punishment in the world. More on that later.)
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So tonight Zille was punished. It doesn’t matter for what, and I mean that comprehensively: it didn’t really matter to us, either, what the specific offense was, but rather that we once again exercise the core element of our partnership, which was born out of a disciplinary relationship.

The point of a proper punishment is that it should be unpleasant enough to discourage a repeat offense. That does not mean that neither of us shouldn’t benefit from the experience in happy, positive, sexually-charged ways, but rather that she won’t want a second dose any time soon.

So on returning home from the office, I had her dress in her white spandex compression shorts. I then spanked her for a while before proceeding to the main event, as it were: ginger. At the weekend (actually, in the small hours of Sunday night after a friends birthday bash), we got a large chunk of a huge old ginger root. Zille had created an experimental holder from a retired butt plug, and fastened the ginger into the base of the thing.

It was a large piece of ginger, and by the time it was a third of the way in, she was squirming. But we persevered, and got the whole thing inserted.

With the ginger burning brightly, I spanked her to settle the “fig” inside her.

The heart of the punishment was 12 strokes of the cane — our “special” cane with all sorts of significance to our relationship. The first 6 she took fairly well (with regular pauses to re-seat the “fig”), but after only two strokes of the second set she was in extreme discomfort. Being considerate, I finished the set with four quick strokes, and then let her settle down with a final spanking.

Once I let her remove the ginger, we enjoyed what used to coyly be called “marital relations”.

And now to dinner, which she is serving right now…

(This screen capture’s from NSI’s amazing spanking film Wheatly Manor which stars the gorgeous Amy Hunter and delicious Leia-Anne Woods, who were both in not dissimilar roles at the Finishing School…)

Hello my poor neglected readers!

I am still deeply under the influence of a nasty case of jet-lag (also perhaps recovery from one of the most intense, wonderful weekends of my life), and so I’m just not ready to give you an account of myself at Mrs Darlings Academy during the Winter Term, 2010.

I assure you, however, that there is much of an account to be made. I’m afraid yours truly did manage to get herself in a wee bit of trouble at Finishing School. There were some hot moments in the chilly rooms of the ancient Scottish castle where we gels tried to learn the finer aspects of deportment and ladylike behaviour.

Until I can recover enough to get my mushy brains producing something, I have an impressive and ever-growing list of the recountings of my fellow students, and even of our most impressive Deputy Head, Miss Amelie Hammond-Grant (Or Miss Ham-and-Eggs, to go by the nickname lovingly applied to her by the ever-naughty Miss Tombola van Hoyden!)

I shall list them below, with the names they used at school.

Miss Amelie Hammond-Grant: Finishing School Introduction, Finishing School part II – The Bus Driver’s Tale

Miss Woods: Finishing School Part 1, Finishing School Part 2, Finishing School Part 3. A favorite snippet, involving me:

After the entertainment the drinks flowed and so did the punishments. I think we all received further punishments for one infraction or another. While the atmosphere seemed relaxed I took the opportunity to slip off with Zille. We had spectacular girlie fun and were both pleased as punch to have got away with it, or so we thought. When I returned to the dining room one of the girls pointed out my love-bite. Oh dear. With short hair I would never cover it. I went out for s smoke to think on what to do, when I encountered both Mrs Darling and Miss Hammond-Grant. I must have looked ultra guilty or worried as Mrs Darling, genuinely concerned stopped me to ask if I was alright. I said I was and tried to ease my way past them as quickly as possible. Suspicious both tutors took a closer look and of course noticed the love bite. Oh dear. Groundhog day. I was in trouble. Again. Finally I was released with a promise that I would be dealt with in assembly for such an infraction.

Miss Pandora Blake: Off to Finishing School, A Night At Mrs Darling’s Academy, Playing The Game, We who would virtuous be / leave smut behind us

Miss Caoilfhionn Ni Bradaigh : To Darlings We Are Sent, Finishing School: The Head Girl’s Tale (post by our Head Girl, Miss Catherine Thomas)

Miss Violet Kynaston: Finished off, or To be a lady

Miss Jemima Symington-Gore: Jemima Writes To A Friend, Eliane At Finishing School , It Gets Into Your Head

Miss Tombola Van Hoyden: Finishing School

Even a gal not attending Mrs D’s Academy has learned some lessons from it: Irelynn Logeen: Weekend Lessons.

Before I sign off for the evening, I want to note that some of the young ladies who attended Mrs Darling’s Academy do not have their own blogs. (Indeed, Mrs Darling herself does not have a blog!) I’d like to invite anyone involved with Mrs D’s fine institution to feel free to count my blog as a home for their accounts of and/or ruminations upon the event. Just email me (zilledefeu at gmail dot com, for those who don’t want to use the contact form on the about page) or ping me via Twitter or other social networking site, and I’ll be happy to give your writings the exposure they deserve (and we all want to read!)

(To already quoted people: If I have not spelled your name right, left bits off, or used another name for you, it’s because that seemed the safest bet — or in the case of a spelling error, because my guess was unlucky! Please correct me to what you prefer!)