Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Last night I dreamed that my Master and I were snuggling naked on red velvet sheets. People kept interrupting us, so we moved to a field of yellow flowers and lay down in the field and spooned, still quite naked, in the sun. We lay there all day, and I remember feeling warm from the sun and from his body pressing against mine.

It was one of the most comforting dreams I’ve ever had. I woke up feeling so very happy and content.

This past weekend was full of play and loving, which no doubt had something to do with the happiness that was flooding my subconscious mind last night.

On Saturday, I was already up and breakfasted when my Master got up. He had what I refer to as “morning wood,” and I eyed the erection hungrily as he came out of the bedroom. I made some comment about how I hate for morning wood to go to waste (the fact that recently there has not been time in the mornings for the old morning blowjob, due to his new work schedule, has made me a very sad slave!) and he responded by telling me that I would get him a bowl of cereal and then give him a blowjob while he broke his fast for the day. Delighted, I ran to the kitchen.

I gave him leisurely oral worship of his cock and balls while he ate, and when he finished, I got to work in earnest, kneeling on the floor as he reclined on our black leather sofa.

After he came, he said, meditatively, “I liked that. I think I’ll have you do that more while I eat breakfast.” Which was happy news to me — yes, please, lots more blowjobs!

He had me wear a green schoolgirl uniform: gym skirt, white blouse, green sweater, white knee socks. And, of course, green regulation knickers.

When he called me into the bedroom, I felt those nerves that I love, right before I know a scene is about to happen.

It wasn’t a huge scene. He had me touch my toes for 12 of the best, which had me crying like a girl in no time. Sadists can be real bastards, sometimes! After we hadn’t done a scene in that long, you’d think he’d start me up light, build me up so I’d remember how good masochism was, let me find my real pain tolerance again, etc. But no, he chooses one of the hardest positions for me to take, where I can never process the pain into something good (mostly because I have no support, and have to focus on holding myself up and in position.)

So I was happy enough when he told me to move forward and bend over the bed, and I could hear him putting the cane down and picking the bottle of lube up! No one was surprised by how fast I came! He himself finished in my mouth, the second time that day I drank his come.

And we had sex again later that day, as well. He gave me a very hard spanking that had me gasping, and then had me climb on top of him. I had to tuck my gym skirt up into the waistband so the skirt wouldn’t get in the way, and I could use my hands for other things, like reaching behind me and fondling his balls as I rode his cock.

(Some people may see “cowgirl” as a female dominant position. But when I am doing cowgirl with my Master, I am very focused on moving in such ways as will give him the most pleasure. He is laying back and enjoying the fruits of my labors as I work to please him. Also, the way I’m built – my cervix is tilted oddly – doggie style is always easiest for me, and cowgirl can often be a bit painful. He of course knows this, and when he orders me to get on top, I know he’s ordering me to do it with the awareness of that – which turns me on no end! Anyway, when we have sex in that position, I’m really not in the dominant role!)

I’ll post more about our weekend tomorrow. I have to get back to working on the new incarnation of this blog – it’s a bit hard going, but I think you’ll like the end results!

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