Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Last night’s dreams were of the very kinky variety, which I simply do not get enough of. From my point of view, every time I close my eyes in sleep I should get a pervy porn film projected on the backs of my eyelids. My subconscious, however, seldom indulges me.

The dream started with me being some sort of camp counselor, and all the “campers” were girls who were doing “puppy play” as Alaskan sled dogs, and they were being harnessed up to pull a sled in some sort of kinky Iditarod. As this progressed, it turned out that I had been in charge of this last year, and this year they had put another counselor in charge (I don’t know why my new job was), and I was feeling most put-out about it all. I was giving the new counselor explicit instructions on how to train the “pups,” including such helpful tips as, “If they try talking like humans, put really big gags in their mouths,” and, “Beat them with a heavy paddle until they whimper like dogs.”

Heh. When I switch from masochist to sadist, I don’t do it by halves!

My Master got out of bed at this point, and I begged to be allowed to sleep in, and he kindly let me out of my morning tasks of making him breakfast and tea, and putting together a lunch in a brown paper bag. I went back to dreamland….

This time I was back on the bottom, and this faceless Top (could have been my Master, could have been anyone, really) was doing all this stuff to hurt me a lot. Not traditional stuff, no caning or birching or anything, but really cruel and random things, like I remember my nipples were smooshed between two pieces of wood. And I begged for more — couldn’t get enough. During and between the various pain-giving, he was fucking my face: really shoving his cock down my throat. In my dream, this was just the greatest thing ever, and my subconscious reveled in every small detail of how it would feel, to be forced roughly to suck cock over and over again.

I don’t need Freud to figure out these dreams. On Saturday, I went to a friend’s house to discuss how I will be topping her in the near future. My Master has given me permission; some other gals and I will be making this greedy little masochist’s dream come true. I will post more details if she lets me.

On Sunday, my Master did a wonderful scene with me, and then later got a follow-up blow-job. I’ll share the particulars of that scene another day, but there was one thought that I had, after, that I wanted to get down here…. I never used to masturbate about scenes I’d already done. Once something was done, I moved on to bigger, better, shinier fantasies in my head. But now that I’m with my Master, just reliving the most recent scene can keep me going for weeks. Indeed – if we play during the day, I will often find myself “tired,” and needing to go to bed a bit early, so I can masturbate about what we’ve just done! And my Master seems to feel similarly – days that we scene, he almost always wants another blowjob later that evening, even the next day, as well.

It just makes me really happy that after being together for about three years now, and being an “old married couple” [grins] and all, we still are so hot for each other that our playtime gets us so worked up, all the rest of the time. I think that’s a good sign!

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