Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Well, I’ve been working on an entry for this blog since the 6th, and it just keeps growing and taking longer and longer to finish. So today I decided, what the hell, just get the blasted thing up here, and then you’ll have incentive to finish it because your readers will nag you until you do!

What this blog entry begins is our real start to playing with other people. I won’t count our beloved Miss Maggie Mayhem, not because she isn’t a real person, but because she made it so easy for us (thank you, dear Maggie, for spoiling us so!) that we didn’t really have to think about, and she brought none of the issues and concerns that poly (by this I mean a very wide definition of opening one’s relationship to include pretty much anything not included in standard definition monogamy, like spanking another person even though there is no sex) must bring up in any relationship (because if you don’t discuss these issues, they will make sure they end up a topic of conversation, albeit of the “break-up fight” kind!).

Events have moved so fast in the past several weeks that even a weekend (say, last weekend!) can drastically alter both the experiences I need to write about, and my thoughts that come up during the writing, so everything is going to be a little jumbled about for a while, while I start to process and get used to the wonderful new people and new joy in my life, in our lives.

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I’m sitting in a local café, right now, drinking my favourite drink (a chocolate-banana smoothie). Why am I here? Because my Master is at home, disciplining a young lady (Mystery Minx, whom, I may add, has more than earned the stripes that are certainly lining her botty already!)

This is the first time since we got together, that he has played with someone with me not there. For those who’ve been following along, Miss Maggie Mayhem was the first person we played with together (although not half enough!) and who gave us the safe space to successfully open up our relationship. (I cannot ever thank that darling girl enough – she has shared such great experiences with us, and made something that could be so fraught with pain and accidental hurt – that is, going from monogamous to polyamorous – into something so easy and joyous.)

Finally, now, I get a moment to write about our next step, which happened a few weekends ago. A certain Mr HH came to visit. Now, certain young ladies across the globe read that line with understanding (and perhaps wince and a phantom ache in their posteriors!)

HH had contacted me on FetLife, and we had become friends pretty much in our first communications. When my Master and I were last in the UK, we were supposed to visit him, but that horrible car accident happened, and destroyed a lot of plans about which we’d been very excited. HH was wonderful during that time, very supportive and helpful. As was everyone we know in the Brit spanko scene – you’ll never meet a better bunch of people, I tell you!

Finally, HH was heading out to our part of the world, and we planned a weekend of “get to know each other, and see what comes of things.” It happened to be the weekend of the San Francisco Fetish Ball, so we invited him out to that with us.

You’d think that the naughtiness (because it occurred, of course!) might have happened at the fetish ball – seems logical, non? But actually, we didn’t even make it that long! Friday night, we picked HH up, and he and my Master got on like a house on fire. They discovered that they both collect classic CP magazines, and the rest of the evening was a discussion about: “Do you have the original printing of Blushes Uniform Girls, Issue 29?” “Why yes! Do you have that impossible-to-find Janus Number 3?” It was like being in a room with stamp collectors or model train hobbyists, only the conversation included bits like: “Ah, yes, that’s the shoot where the girls wear the white punishment shorts with the string between their legs, and have water poured on them before they are caned!” I was in geek heaven, and I just sat there and listened to them with a big old grin on my face, wanting them to never stop conversing!

Having bonded in such a manner, I should not have been surprised the next morning, after brunch, when my Master suggested that I should go put on a school uniform. But I was: suddenly this moment was upon me, and I felt flustered and nervous – and excited!

My Master totally threw me to the wolves (which has me still chuckling delightedly.) He called HH over, and informed him that I’d been behaving sub-optimally, but you know, he’s so affectionate towards me that he has trouble being as firm with me as he needs. (Not that I’d ever noticed, but who am I to judge such things, eh?)

HH called me over to him, and after telling me to stand up straight and stop fidgeting (which was pretty impossible, considering the nervous energy pumping through me), asked me how I’d been misbehaving. I assured him that I was sure I didn’t know (which was partially me putting on a defiant face, and partially me being so nervous that my imagination just fled the scene…) After asking me three times, HH, showing great disappointment in my attitude, asked my Master to clarify my misdoings to me.

Here’s where I really get the chuckles: my Master accused me of wasting my time reading low novels. Yeah, sure, I’ve been working my way through the Kushiel’s Dart series, recently, and no one would ever accuse those books of being great literature, but my Master indulges in reading endless amounts of crime/mystery/action thrillers, and so the darkest-midnight-coloured pot was calling the kettle black!

But I had no time to amuse myself with this irony, because HH was ordering me to go stand in the corner and consider matters. Hands on my head, elbows on the walls to either side, I was left in a nervous state of anticipation. What were they talking about? What implements were being gotten? What was going to happen next? Eeeeee!

And then I was brought back over to the centre of the room (some furniture had been moved around, I noted desperately) and after some lecturing during which I tried to look bored and unconcerned and decidedly not nervous at all, I found myself being pulled over his lap. Suddenly, I was as shy as the most inexperienced virgin, and twice as nervous. Years of playing in dungeons around the world, of being flogged in public at the Folsom Street Fair, of having pictures of me in compromising kinky positions on the internet, fell away and left me with no defences at all.

He pulled me across his lap and I felt as awkward as a teenager. At this point, my brain was split in half, part of me full immersed in the role-play, and the other part bouncing around joyously singing, “Yay! This is happening! Woohoo!”

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At this point, my Master and Mystery Minx came down to join me in the café, and then followed lunch and a bit of shopping, during which time the Minx showed not the least contrition. Really, quite the opposite. It was impressive to see that level of bad behaviour, actually – I feel quite inspired! Upon returning to our apartment, she dug her whole even deeper, and she is now being dealt with in the other room. But now listening to the spanks and cane thwacks — and currently smacks from a clothes brush – I’m having a hell of a time finishing this entry and not just listening to the noises from the other room and squirming in arousal.

Continued…

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