Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

I worked in the Dark Garden booth and sold a respectable number of corsets for them!  That is really the way to “do” Folsom for me — out of the sun and away from the endless exposed penises and grope-y hands.  Folsom always made me cranky, but this year I just had a blast — and earned store credit!

My Master had me wear my pink jodhpurs, pink polo shirt, black riding boots and black fitted jacket, and I put my hair up in a braided bun.  At the booth, they put me in a pink-and-black corset, and wow, did I feel sexy!  (I should post a picture, but I’m too lazy to get it off the camera right now.)

I saw and , and with her man, and I will now grumble about totally blowing me off and never coming over to say “hi”!  Also saw plenty of those weird people who don’t have LJs (Valentine being one of the hottest of their number, and I forgive him everything for those spandex-clad thighs he has!)

The day ended with fortuitously bumping into and the lovely Minerva, and going to dinner with them and their adorable friends.  I hadn’t seen those two for so long I’d almost forgotten they actually exist in the flesh (and what delicious flesh it is, too!)

Then, home with my Master to celebrate!  This was a year since our first Folsom together, and we had decided our anniversary is officially “The Tuesday After Folsom” (yes — today!) so a scene had to happen (although a smaller one, since we were both pretty wiped out.)  He had given me all this sexy new spandex to wear for his pleasure (and um, mine too!) and I had already broken down and given him his gifts last week, so all that was left was to give each other pleasure.

And boy, did we!

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