Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Originally posted on 16th Feb 2009.

Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with Mr Defeu, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for Mr Defeu’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely (if perhaps surreal) time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of Mr Defeu’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

Just the one event worked out fine for us! We had such a great time; I can only imagine the next night would have been anticlimactic! We saw a bunch of friends: Kip, Athena Fatale, Veronica, Perry, and I finally met Steve Diet Goedde in the flesh! Hmmm … I’m sure I’m forgetting somebody! Most importantly, my “kissing cousin,” Ms. Ariel was there, with RubrLuvr, and T & L all the way from Australia!

Another good thing from just doing the one event was that we only had to haul one fetish outfit for each of us around as we travelled. Mine was a black and hot-pink latex catsuit, with matching knee high boots.

The evening started out slowly, but that just meant that Mr Defeu and sat back on the comfy love-seat in the VIP area and watched the pretty people in shiny clothes as they went on their rounds ‘bout the club. There were some fine go-go dancers to watch as well. There was one blonde one Mr Defeu and I just couldn’t take our eyes off of; she was in a classic red latex dress and red six-inch stilettos. I wish we could have taken her home with us!

Then I saw that they’d put up the Syren latex shining booth, and since I’d left my Pjur lube in the car, I went over to get shined up properly. The real joy of wearing latex is having complete strangers rubbing silicone lube all over every inch of your body, I tell you!

Xris SMack, a DJ from NYC, was spinning that night, but he had time to jump down and take pictures both of me and with me. I’m hoping to get some to share with you lot. Mr Defeu and I left the cameras home that night, and it turned out to be quite nice not to be shooting the event, but just chillin’ with friends.

At some point we got tired of shouting over the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa music, and I suggested that the dungeon might be quieter. Of course I had no ulterior motives – how could you think such a thing?!

The dungeon was indeed a few decibels quieter, and quite comfy and well-appointed (it being in LA, after all!) and we spent the rest of the night there, with Ariel and RubrLuvr, and T & L, and other people as they stopped by.

After my second (large and generously poured) drink, I was feeling quite frisky. I can’t quite remember how I ended up bending over and holding the end of the padded horse, but it’s not terribly surprising that I found myself in that position! Mr Defeu had borrowed Ariel’s riding crop (for some reason we hadn’t brought any of our own toys) and was smacking away against the tight rubber stretched over my bottom. If you have never tried being spanked or otherwise beaten-upon whilst wearing rubber, I highly recommend it. It changes the sensations entirely! It doesn’t minimize or increase them, just changes them into something new!

At some point, Ariel joined in – I don’t know when I became aware that there were both the riding crop and hands hitting me, but my delight in the situation went through the roof! I leaned up to kiss Ariel and share my happiness that she was there, and then she pushed my head back down on the black leather of the horse, and I happily remained there as she spanked my bottom while Mr Defeu slapped the crop against my pussy and the insides of my thighs.

I was drunk not just on the rum, but the sensations and the sheer delight of being dressed in rubber and feeling sexy in a club full of like-minded perverts, in a dungeon where people could watch me (I’m not an exhibitionist – really! – most of the time, but I was fully enjoying that perversion in the moment!) My reactions to the spanking were to cry out in sheer joy as the spanks came raining down harder and harder, and then all of a sudden Ariel got a really solid one in, and the pain rushed up to my brain and I just started laughing in delight. I was just bent over, being spanked and cropped, holding on to the horse (which I never even managed to climb fully on!) and just throwing my head back and laughing in joy. I felt so alive in that moment, and so in love with life (and Mr Defeu, and Ariel, and in a general way, everyone around me!) and the rum had added to it all by making the colours brighter, the music sweeter, and the whole thing so effervescent that I seemed to be floating in liquid pleasure. (Of course, if you know anything about wearing a latex catsuit, you’ll know I was pretty much covered in all my sweat from the evening – yum! – and so there is perhaps more to it than just my usual descriptive flights of fancy!)

All good things must come to an end (why is that, though?!) and so after some lovely timeless period, I was up off the horse and the spanking was over. (Don’t ask me for details on how, however, since I was way too high on the whole thing to be tracking such details!) Somehow, I then ended up with the riding crop, and Ariel had Kip over the horse and was spanking him, and when I went to bring her her own toy, she instructed me to join in the fun on Kip’s bottom. “Oh, crap!” I thought, “I’m really giddy right now! I hope I can hit straight!” So I very carefully applied the crop to his latex shorts and ran it teasingly up and down the back-seams of his stockings. I quite got into it, and ended up swaying my body and thwacking him in time to the music – and trying not to hit Ariel’s hands when she resumed spanking him! I had stepped back to give her unrestricted access and get out of the way, when she ordered me to pay some attention to the top of his body. So I wandered up and tried to figure out what I could do that would make Kip happy while not pushing any limits for Mr Defeu (who was sitting back, talking to L., and occasionally smiling over at me.) So I ran my fingers over Kip’s head (NOT messing up his hair!) and scratched his neck, and then ran my fingers over his face and gave him a finger to suck. I then stood up and pressed my shiny latex-y thighs on either side of his face and moved my hips so that the latex slid against the sides of his head.

After that I felt I’d done enough (and couldn’t think of anything else to do that didn’t involve asking Mr Defeu’s permission), and so I wandered (not drunkenly swaying!) back to Mr Defeu and sat on his lap. The evening had flown by, and it was suddenly 2AM, and I told Mr Defeu, “I either need another drink, or to go to bed now!” We decided on the latter, although of course trying to take your leave of a fetish event takes at least an hour, since you get caught up in discussion with everyone to whom you say goodnight!

Now we’re home, and our Monday off has flown by all too fast. Mr Defeu is out getting us some dinner, and I’m going to go have a long hot soak bath — it’s been cold and rainy all day!

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