Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Yesterday my Master and I went to a wonderful Egyptian exhibit at a local museum. I love all that stuff – hieroglyphics and mummification and animal-headed gods and basically everything about the ancient Egyptians.

One thing that really caught my notice (and I don’t know why it never has before) was the Pharonic crook and flail. Wikipedia says, “The flail is depicted alongside the shepherd’s “crook” as symbols of office for the crowned Egyptian Pharaoh. The flail symbolises the Pharaoh’s role as provider of food for his people and the crook symbolises his role as the shepherd of his people. ”

But really, look at the two items! Do they really look like they are about providing animals and veg to the dinner table of the people? Us CP aficionados know better! The crook-handled cane and the whip have other uses than for sheep and grain. Wikipedia admits, “As with most agricultural tools, flails were often used as weapons by farmers who may have lacked better weapons. The French Revolution was mostly fought with agricultural tools. The flail is proposed as one of the origins of the two-piece baton known in the kobudo weapon system as the nunchaku.”

But that’s taking beyond where the real interest with these items lie. It was indeed the daily use, but not the ostensible daily use … Egypt was a land with a lot of slaves. And corporal punishment was acceptable at all levels of society – from Pharaoh to slave, as long as you could find anyone lower on the food-chain!

So lots of ideas for Ancient Egyptian fantasies are flooding my head. The Pharaoh who takes the crook to his new bride for trying to leave the harem. Or after an unsatisfactory meeting with another ruler who might become friend or foe, the Pharaoh takes his flail to the slave girl who he finds cleaning (substandardly, of course) his private rooms…. Ah, so many possible fantasies….

(Thanks, Eros Blog!)

I had the most amazing dream last night — since I’ve got a pretty bad cold, I think this was one of those “fever dreams,” and if so, getting sick might have some pretty serious silver linings!

I was at this very dark, gothic carnival. The dream started with me getting dressed in a darkened tent in long black flowing skirts, and putting on a hip-belt of glowing bones. There were lots of other people, all looking very much like we were in an MTV video for some very goth song, and we were all talking and laughing, the carnival spirit very obvious. People were putting on costumes rather like those really weird European traditional folk costumes.

I don’t remember how it all came about, but I ended up on a St. Andrews Cross with a very sexy older man whipping my back. In the dream it was the most delicious agony, and it was so amazingly sexual and intense.

Sadly, this dream beating didn’t last half long enough, and then we all went on a Wild Hunt with horses and dogs. The dogs were all golden retrievers (not exactly one’s first choice for a Hell Hound, but maybe my subconscious knows something I don’t!) and it ended with everyone, including the dogs, jumping into this huge hot-tub.

I woke up after that, but one hopes that after the Wild Hunt/hot tub, all the girls would birched for good luck — that’s what all those folk festivals were all about, right?!

Here is a lovely series of images I found! Enjoy — there is nothing like a plump and firm bottom emerging from a pair of split drawers, is there? Well, all the better if it’s getting spanked, of course!

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The people over at sexandsubmission.com don’t do enough shoots of schoolgirls getting spanked (IMHO) but when they do, they don’t mess around!

(Here’s a free gallery from this shoot, including video!)

So, what do you guys think of this shoot? In the first place, do you like seeing sex with your spanking, or do you just want spankings? And what about the use of the electro-play buttplug and vibrator in the shoot — is that hot, or does that break up the “Cinéma vérité” for you? (Of course, they do explain that it’s a “science project,” so they at least get points for trying!) Do you like seeing schoolgirls treated like that, or do you just want them to be lectured, spanked, and sent home for a strappin from their father?

I guess what I’m saying is … do you like this more extreme version of schoolgirl scene, or would you prefer it Janus Magazine style?

An Oriental Fantasy

The Emir reclined in his Chair of State; he was a man of late middle age with wise brown eyes and many laughter lines. His beard was full and streaked with grey; he was sipping a sherbet.

There was a stir and much murmuring at the audience hall door. A plump – nay, fat – chamberlain hurried forward and bowing low, said, “Mighty Lord, your Vizier seeks audience….” The Emir raised his hand and beckoned, the chamberlain still bowing and stepping backwards signed to the door warden to admit the Vizier.

The Vizier was a frail old man of many summers advanced, supporting himself with his staff of office. In a surprisingly strong voice he asked, “May I approach, O Mighty Lord?” The Emir who loved this old man said, “Come forward, O Fount of Wisdom and Support of My Throne.” The Vizier approached close to the Emir, because the Vizier was as a second father to the Emir, and he was allowed privileges given only to equals.

Speaking in a much softer voice he said, “My Prince, knowest thou that thy favourite wife, and my own beloved niece, the Princess Willow hath 25 years this very day.” “Hath she indeed,” said the Emir. “Hmm, what doest thou advise?” “My Prince, thou knowest that thy Willow loves thee greatly and mourns that affairs of state keeps her from thee. Grant her the privilege of entertaining thee in a manner of her choosing.” The Emir with a smile, clapped his hands and said, “Let this be done.”

The Vizier left the audience hall after instructing the chamberlain to clear the hall, as the Princess would be unveiled. He walked to the Emir’s harem, knocked at the entrance; a wicket in the door opened and the Harem Mistress looked out. Seeing the Vizier, she instructed the slaves to open the door.

The Vizier entered and said to the Harem Mistress, “Our High and Mighty Lord desires the presence of the Princess Willow: lead me to her.” The Harem Mistress bowed her acquiescence, turned and lead the way to an inner chamber; there she despatched another slave to inform the Princess that her Uncle the Vizier wished to see her.

The Princess hurried out, as she hoped that the Vizier bore a message from the Emir her husband. “What news hast thou, mine Uncle,” she asked, looking rather nervous. The Vizier smiled, “The Prince your husband graciously awaits your presence and the divers entertainments that you offer.”

“But now tell thou to me, Niece, the nature of the divers beguilement that you offer your sovereign lord.”

“I will enter the audience hall with mine attendants, and with musicians in the blind gallery. I will dance while mine attendants remove my own garments with their whips, leaving my very skin unblemished.” “Hmm,” quoth the Vizier, “And the next…?”


“As the dance continues, Uncle, the attendants’ change their whips for the Dragon’s Tail, heavy straps with a six inch slit at one end, which as you know is generally used to punish disobedient concubines and wilful wives, and the straps will be used on my back, my buttocks, and my thighs until I collapse in supplication before my Prince….”
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