Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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This past weekend Mr Defeu and I had this most lovely, amazing scene, which I just had to share with you lot!

I said in a previous post that we haven’t been able to play much, recently, but that I’d been finding surprise benefits to that. We managed to grab some playtime this past weekend, and I was in for another nice surprise!

I don’t know what it was, but the energy between us was like when we first started playing together. There was an eagerness to it, an exploration of bodies, like you’d expect from a one-night-stand, not a married couple.

I was wearing this slutty spandex dress he’d bought me a while ago. It’s my favourite thing to wear on hot days, because there’s not much to it, but it keeps my breasts from bouncing around and flatters what small bits of my body it covers.

My new nick-title for him is Boss (like the girls in Heinlein!). He was teasing my nipples through the spandex, pinching harder and harder, and before long I exclaimed, “Ouch! You’re a meanie! You’re a mean Boss! I think I had better quit your employment!”

“No, I don’t think you will,” he replied (making me melt) and really pinched down a poor helpless nipple.

“Do you want me to go get the clothes pins…?” I asked, softly — as it was out of the role’s character, and a bit shyly as well…. He agreed, and I raced over to the “kinky drawer”, which is filled with straps, tawses, paddles, and other random assorted instruments of pain and pleasure.

“You’d better take your top down,” he warned, and I did so coyly. It’s amazing – I think I will be somewhat shy around Mr. Defeu forever. He’s seen me naked in very exposing positions, he’s done humiliating things to me in those positions – but I still feel awkward and nervous disrobing in front of him. It’s hot.

Next thing, I have one of the “nice” clips on each nipple. Now, I have supremely sensitive nipples, so while these clips might not impress most people, they have me squirming in serious discomfort in but a few minutes.

Thus followed a timeless (but all too long and all too short!) period of Mr Defeu putting clips on, taking clips off, getting out the “nasty” clips and putting them on (“I will scream if you use that!” I warned shrilly – and scream I did!) and finally we ended with four clips on my nipples, me squirming in ever-increasing pain until I said, breathlessly, “I can’t take it anymore!”

He held my wrists in one hand as the pain overcame me. Undoubtedly he was counting in his head, but I couldn’t keep track of the seconds as they ticked by. Finally, he yanked them all off, and there was the rush of pain that comes from nipple-clamp removal, but honestly it was overwhelmed by my relief and the Adrenalin rush! I threw my arms around him, kissing his face and neck, filled with such gratitude that he would take me there, take control, help me experience things like that.

It’s moments like that when I really realize how much the giving of pain is a gift, the act of dominating is a selfless one at the same time as it is giving the top their own more-selfish pleasures.

We were both a bit breathless, eyes sparkling with lust. One of us was drippingly wet, the other painfully erect.

Then he ordered me into a modified 69 position, my hips to one side of his head. I went down on him as he spanked and fingered me.

For some reason, this gave him an all too good angle of attack for the spanks. Each one bit into me sharply. I soon could no longer focus on the pleasure of his finger for the distraction from the pain, and sometime thereafter had to stop going down on him, as well, for fear of biting him!

He was delighted by my helplessness, and didn’t seem to care that I had stopped pleasuring him – he was entirely focused on his own sadistic pleasures.

The nipple play had been an utterly confusing combination of pleasure and pain. I always perceive nipple play in very confused senses: pain as being delicious, pleasure as being too intense and thus painful. But this spanking (usually something I mostly perceive as pleasurable) had moved rapidly into the realm of purely painful.

As I have learned about myself as a masochist: it was the sort of thing I hated in the moment, but would later masturbate over, cherishing all the details of the intense pain and feelings of being overwhelmed.

After he had satisfied his sadism, he ordered me on top of him. I think he really delights in having hurt me, knowing I have suffered, and then seeing me be unable to keep from orgasming right as soon as he pushes inside me.

We finished back at the blowjob. It just seemed right – to thank him, to try and express how much it meant to me, and how appreciative I was for every moment of it.

Paul from Northern Spanking Institute just let me know that there was a set he knew I’d particularly enjoy freshly posted.

And not only do I love it, I know Mr Defeu will as well, as it involves the distractingly beautiful Amelia Jane Rutherford in spandex, a sight which could turn anyone into a spandex fetishist! (Although, since Mr Defeu is already one, the effects will probably more physical than psychological. Ahem.)

Also, in adorable futuristic schoolgirl uniforms are two of my personal favourite models, delectable Amy Hunter (who just makes my painful crush on her all the worse by her being into dinosaurs) and ravishing Leia-Ann Woods (10 out of 10 fruit bats want to ravish her, I have on very good authority!) and also Paul himself, in a sexy silver shirt. (For those of you who like to see attractive male tops!)

Here they all are:

Schoolgirls Amy & Leia-Ann are on the first passenger trip to the moon, when their visit to the flight deck causes rather a lot of havoc! In space, no one can hear you scream…

For those of you who have answer my survey saying you want to see fresh ideas brought to life by attractive models — well, here you go! If you like girls being a bit bratty to “earn” their spanking, this should really do it for you! And, this has both excellent acting, and also very good “reacting” to the spanking and caning (there is protest and noise during the indignity of the hand-spanking, but they take their stripes well during the caning).

I’m really busy with several jobs right now, and I did NOT have time to go watch spanking videos and then do a blog post reviewing them. But wow, did that brighten my day, and so I forgive Paul for distracting me. [coughs] However, I must make one complaint — I didn’t get a chance to be involved in this, and it must have been simply amazing to shoot! I hope there are plans for “Schoolgirls In Space Two — Electric Boogaloo,” and I hope they include me!

The very nice Bondage Blog just linked to my 1970′s Spanking Party post. So I wandered over to the site to look ’round, and immediately found an anime pic which totally does it for me:

What I like in the above image:

• The knickers roughly shoved aside for penetration. Sex is better NOT naked!
• The anime jizz. I’ve been totally corrupted by a combination of Victorian and anime porn (who knew those had anything in common?!), and so my fantasies have copious ejaculate flying everywhere.
• The fact that time was taken to draw the guy as out of shape. I love the “humiliation” factor there — hot young girl being used by older guy. I’d actually much rather see that than a hot porn stud any day of the week. It’s just more where I’m at.
• The position, too. She is so helpless on his lap like that. It makes her look really small, and him really in control.

Kink.com, despite their usual focus on nudity (yawn), do have a very good shot of this fetish:

(Also, can I just say I love the use of chiaroscuro in this image. It actually adds to how hot it is for me!)

I did not have the panties-pushed-aside fetish until I got together with Mr Defeu. But combining his fetishes for schoolgirl uniforms with authentic knickers and his spandex catsuit fetish with my endless desire for penetration (heehee, puts new meaning to: “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter!” “No, you got your peanut butter in my chocolate!”) soon lead to us both realizing that we’d much rather have sex where he was either pushing my regulation knickers to the side (or unzipping my catsuit crotch-zipper just enough) for roughly “taking” me.

Hmm, that last sentence calls for more thought on the matter. The fact is that I really would prefer to be playing at “consensual non-consent” (the “safe” and more comfortable term for “rape play”) than happily boinking away. There is time in my world for some consensual sex, but if I was to get a “bumper sticker” tattoo in the area over my ass, it would read, “I’d rather be pretending I don’t want to!” (“My other car is being raped” doesn’t have quite the right ring to it! Anyone have any other bumper sticker ideas?)

And here is where I think the Victorian and anime porn influences really do intersect and make me the girl I am today. Both the Victorians and the Japanese are a culture where “Good girls don’t,” and where it’s all about male desire, and women submitting. Whether it’s a lord of the manor with an unwilling maid-servant, or a tentacle-monster with a uniformed-schoolgirl, chances are great she’ll be moaning, “No, no, please don’t put it in there!”

And, given my druthers, I’ll be in a Victorian period gown (with corset and other period unmentionables, thank you!) or schoolgirl uniform, moaning just the very same thing, as my clothing is shoved roughly out of the way, so proper phallic item can be pushed even more roughly inside me.

Yes, now that is what I like!

Well,
to continue with the caning … I was still quaking in my spandex after the last series of Six-O-The-Bests, but the final twelve were yet to come. This was back to the Senior cane, which would have seemed like a walk in the park after the last cane (the bamboo root one!), but there was not much real estate left on my bottom that wasn’t hot and weal-ed. So the cane strokes either came down on the already well-battered skin on my bottom, or on my thighs, which were not very marked, but which always hurt so much more!

By the end of that I was squealing and blindly trying to swim away through the air. It always amazes me that his fingers resting ever-so-lightly on my back keep me firmly in place no matter what the level of pain.

Then – my reward! Yes, if you’re thinking, “Alright, this is Zille, so she means ‘anal sex’,” you’d be right! I’ve been begging him for cruel anal sex: just using me for his own pleasure, whilst I whimper in pain (or at least varying levels of discomfort!) and I think it’s been hard for him to entirely be sanguine with it. When he fucks me, he wants me to go soaring into pleasure with him – and, mind you, I appreciate the sentiment! It is the irony of the universe that so many guys are careless lovers who “just take,” and I fantasize about that, while having a caring and involved lover, to whom my pleasure matters deeply.

Of course, if he wasn’t that person, I couldn’t trust him with the sort of play we do. How deeply ironical that it’s only because I know he is not truly like that, that I can long for him to be, and beg him to pretend to be!

But, because he does care about my satisfaction, he betook himself to use me roughly and get as much pleasure from it as possible. I know, some of you are thinking, “Oh, poor guy gets the world’s smallest violin from me!” but the fact of the matter is that when he’s fucking me and I’m screaming in pleasure, he can just let go and enjoy it 100%. When he is forcing his cock into my ass and I’m whimpering in pain, he has to pay attention to what he is doing, so he doesn’t injure me – and that is a distraction, he cannot let go 100%. (Of course, being me, I think a solution for this is that he practice a whole lot, and then it can become second nature and he won’t have to think about it anymore!)

Anyway, it was a period of wonderfulness. As he pushed into me, some inner masochist part of me sighed, “Oh, now this is pain I can really get into!” I revelled in the pain like a pig in mud, begging him sotto voce, “Please … use me … please … enjoy this fully … please … hurt me….”
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N.B. — I started this on Monday, but the week overwhelmed me a bit — the jobby-job needing more catching up with. But, here finally, is my first scene report since the accident!
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I don’t want to count how long it’s been since we had some proper playtime, because that would just be depressing, but the dry-spell is over, YAY!

We did actually have a mini-scene last week, but it really just illustrated how much we both were missing our usual naughtinesses, and ended up being kinda more depressing than not playing, esp. since his arm was hot and swollen and sore after….

But, Saturday, I was snuggling with him on the sofa (naked, like you do…), and suddenly there was raging erection! Amusingly, the first thing that popped out of my mouth was, “Oh! But I need to shave!” He considerately allowed that if I were to give him some hands-on (and mouth-on) attention for a bit, then I could run off to the bath and shave as quickly as possible without removing vital bits of dermis.

And so it came about!

And I found myself face down on the bed, wearing black spandex hot pants, while he rummaged in the Drawer of Doom for just the right tawse. I normally start to feel a bit of (perfectly reasonable) apprehension in those right-just-before-it-starts moments. But this time I was so ready, so “bum randy” as one of my favourite spanking stories has it, that I just lay there thinking, “I want this, I want this, oh how I want this,” and not feeling anything but eager and ready.

Being the kind and gentle Master that he is [cough] he actually started with a warm-up for once! But I was so rarin’ to go that I just was not even in a place to appreciate the mild strokes, and so I showed that in the best way I’ve found for a submissive partner to demonstrate “more please”: I lay there without making a sound. Nothing like that to ramp up your Evil Sadist – he wants to see you squirming and yelping, damn it! And, in short order, I was!

After turning things from 0 to 11 with the tawse, he went for the belt. (He has an old brown one which is too battered for wearing, but has the perfect patina to be a Dreaded Instrument of Discipline – Only I adore the belt, so it’s less Dreaded and more Oh Yes Please!) His arm didn’t seem to mind the vigorous workout he gave my bottom!

After that it was over the side of the bed for the leather, um, thing, which is shaped like a paddle, but still flexible like a tawse. But, even with that, I was still revelling in the sensations and emotional experience of being beaten. Sure, it hurt, but it was filling up an empty ache that had been growing like a black hole inside me, and that ache hurt far worse than that leather paddle-thing!

Then it was sex-time (wheee!) and he did a thing he loves which is to pull my pants aside and fuck me with them still on. I’m quite fond of it myself, as it makes me feel like I’m just being used – that he can’t even bother to undress me properly, but he’s just tugging the fabric aside and sticking himself in me … hmmm, I’m going to either have to move on from this deliberation, or go take a moment with Mr. Buzzy!

Anyway, I was quite pleasantly surprised that he was going to fuck me whilst standing, as since the accident it’s all been me on top, for the very good reason of his broken leg! But that leg really didn’t seem to bother him or get in the way on Saturday, and we enjoyed a lovely timeless period of our favourite position (me bent over the side of the bed), which we haven’t done in far too long.

Then, being him, he decided I needed a caning. I actually really love his habit of spanking me, fucking me, caning me, fucking me – rinse and repeat! It stretches out the scene for longer (and I want them all to last as long as possible!) and it combines, or at least stacks, the painful and pleasurable sensations so that I get a wonderful sensory confusion.

The caning hurt a good bit – as it generally does! – and I was dancing in place by the end of it. As he’d start each set of six, I’d wonder (philosophically, as there was nothing I could actually do about it!) if I could make it through the set. What I love about the spanking dynamic is that as a spankee, I can have those fears (which make the whole thing so much better, of course!) and as the Spanker, he can get me to take more than I thought I could, he can help me to be both that strong and that yielding. It’s pretty amazing, when you think about it!
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