Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Well, I didn’t get punished this weekend, which is a blessing because “that time of the month” started up, but also frustrating because I just want to get the darn thing over with! Whenever we do anything else, sex or play-wise, the spectre of the punishment just looms over the whole thing the whole time. Well, at least for me it does. Of course, at the same time my Master might just be enjoying the piquant pleasure of knowing that I will soon be submitting to his punishment. Sadists, I tell you….

I was a very domestic slave this weekend, cleaning the kitchen and tidying the house, and cooking sausage and mash one night, and then putting the leftover mash on a shepard’s pie the next evening. I’m very particular about my shepard’s pie, so it takes perhaps a bit longer than the time in which some other cooks could prepare it, but my Master made happy noises the whole time he ate it, so that was reward in and of itself.

Sunday we met a friend of a friend, who had come on quite high recommendation. Mistress Katja is a lovely and sparklingly witty girl, and we met for a late lunch and ended up talking until evening snuck upon us. It’s lovely to meet a fellow perv and just be able to talk about anything, and they’ll know what you are talking about, and you don’t have to worry about offending them or freaking them out. We will hopefully be able to do a shoot with her in the future … and as we were making rough plans, I just had this sense of how incredibly lucky I am, that I can meet people like this, have a wonderful meal with them, and then get to work with them. (And she has the cutest mini Chihuahua, who sat on my lap and let me cuddle it for a while!)

It being the San Francisco Bay Area, I did at one point look up from my tea to see a woman in black tights and sequined tap-pants and a big red wig carrying a huge stuffed horse. She walked past, crossed the street, and wandered on … I do wonder what that was all about! I’m not particularly surprised to see anything happen in this city, but I still feel delight at the random strangeness of it all, and the surreal moments that happen here, be it in a dungeon, on the street, or just anywhere and everywhere.

What’s that? You want me to talk about sex? Oh, all right, if you insist!

Saturday afternoon I was reading in bed (a book that has totally sucked me into it, and I’ll review up here soon) and my Master joined me. Well, that naturally led to my mouth being on his cock, of course. I put my full effort into it (not that I don’t always, but sometimes they are just magical, somehow) and the way he groaned and reached for my head as he came was just so satisfying, so wonderful. And last night, when we went to bed, we were both quite tossy-turny, and this led, naturally, to our sharing some mutual pleasure. Penetration was out for me that night (not because I don’t like sex during my period, but because sometimes the mess isn’t worth it!) so he pinched and rubbed my nipples (the light rubbing is actually more torturous than the pinching for me, it just drives me mad with erotic frustration and ache) while I held Mr. Buzzy to my clit. I had barely done coming before I’d jumped up and got his cock in my mouth — for some reason when he makes me come, I just get so eager to reciprocate. Perhaps it’s because I love that he gets hard from it! After that, we both slept soundly!

It was slightly strange, because it was in the total dark. We mostly do what we do with the lights on, because aiming a cane in the dark is a baaaaad idea. So I generally get to see his body and his face, and what he is doing to me, and what I’m doing to him. Doing this all in the total dark was unusual, and thus added the hotness of unfamiliarity to the mix, along with the sense of vision being replaced by increased focus on sound, and feel, and taste. We should play around more in the dark, I think!

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