Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

An Oriental Fantasy

The Emir reclined in his Chair of State; he was a man of late middle age with wise brown eyes and many laughter lines. His beard was full and streaked with grey; he was sipping a sherbet.

There was a stir and much murmuring at the audience hall door. A plump – nay, fat – chamberlain hurried forward and bowing low, said, “Mighty Lord, your Vizier seeks audience….” The Emir raised his hand and beckoned, the chamberlain still bowing and stepping backwards signed to the door warden to admit the Vizier.

The Vizier was a frail old man of many summers advanced, supporting himself with his staff of office. In a surprisingly strong voice he asked, “May I approach, O Mighty Lord?” The Emir who loved this old man said, “Come forward, O Fount of Wisdom and Support of My Throne.” The Vizier approached close to the Emir, because the Vizier was as a second father to the Emir, and he was allowed privileges given only to equals.

Speaking in a much softer voice he said, “My Prince, knowest thou that thy favourite wife, and my own beloved niece, the Princess Willow hath 25 years this very day.” “Hath she indeed,” said the Emir. “Hmm, what doest thou advise?” “My Prince, thou knowest that thy Willow loves thee greatly and mourns that affairs of state keeps her from thee. Grant her the privilege of entertaining thee in a manner of her choosing.” The Emir with a smile, clapped his hands and said, “Let this be done.”

The Vizier left the audience hall after instructing the chamberlain to clear the hall, as the Princess would be unveiled. He walked to the Emir’s harem, knocked at the entrance; a wicket in the door opened and the Harem Mistress looked out. Seeing the Vizier, she instructed the slaves to open the door.

The Vizier entered and said to the Harem Mistress, “Our High and Mighty Lord desires the presence of the Princess Willow: lead me to her.” The Harem Mistress bowed her acquiescence, turned and lead the way to an inner chamber; there she despatched another slave to inform the Princess that her Uncle the Vizier wished to see her.

The Princess hurried out, as she hoped that the Vizier bore a message from the Emir her husband. “What news hast thou, mine Uncle,” she asked, looking rather nervous. The Vizier smiled, “The Prince your husband graciously awaits your presence and the divers entertainments that you offer.”

“But now tell thou to me, Niece, the nature of the divers beguilement that you offer your sovereign lord.”

“I will enter the audience hall with mine attendants, and with musicians in the blind gallery. I will dance while mine attendants remove my own garments with their whips, leaving my very skin unblemished.” “Hmm,” quoth the Vizier, “And the next…?”


“As the dance continues, Uncle, the attendants’ change their whips for the Dragon’s Tail, heavy straps with a six inch slit at one end, which as you know is generally used to punish disobedient concubines and wilful wives, and the straps will be used on my back, my buttocks, and my thighs until I collapse in supplication before my Prince….”

The Princess, Vizier and attendants arrived at the entrance to the audience hall; an imperious gesture from the Princess, backed by a nod from the Vizier and the door wardens opened the hall doors.

As the princess and attendants entered the hall the musicians struck up and the Princess began to undulate to the music. The attendants quickly collected their whips and dragon tails and formed a circle round the Princess, the hall doors are closed.

The Princess was wearing many coloured veils and under them a simple silk shift. She began to dance in a most provocative manner, as she danced, her attendants brought their whips into play, each strike removing a veil, after ten minutes the only garment left was the shift. The Princess was a beauty after the manner of her time: dark haired, pale complexion, lithe yet nicely plump. Beneath her shift could be seen her luxuriant bush, and under that, it was obvious that she was excited. The music rose to a crescendo, the Princess spun faster and faster, as she reached her limit two whip lashes snaked out and ripped off the shift, she slowly spun to a halt, she was only clothed in her hair. The Emir was clearly enthralled.

After a pause to allow the Princess to regain her breath and her attendants to change their whips for dragon’s tails, the music recommenced, slower and quieter this time.

Princess Willow started to dance round the circle weaving between the attendants, each time that she passed in front of an attendant she received a firm stroke of the dragons tail on her back, buttocks, thighs or belly, and each stroke could be clearly heard over the music. As the dance continued, the Princess’ body became redder and redder with the marks of the dragon’s tails, and she was shaking and panting; perspiration shone on her skin. After the third round as she passed before the Emir he raised his hand and beckoned, the music slowed and the Princess approached her Lord and Master. Supplicating herself to the floor, she begged him, “Have I pleased you, O Sun of My Life?”

“Verily you have, O Moon of my Delight; now I command you to name your desire,” the Emir replied.

“Only to give you more pleasure, and Allah willing, to give you a son.”

The Emir smiled, turned to his Vizier. “I will do no more business this day, this audience is ended.” The Vizier beckoned and two attendants placed a robe around the Princess. The Vizier struck a gong with his staff, and the hall cleared of all but the Emir and his favourite Princess.

The Emir raised a shaky Willow to her feet and led her to his private divan. Closing the door behind her Willow beheld a chamber of great luxury. She was uncertain what to do; the Emir removed the robe and once again, Willow was naked before her lord.

The Emir looked at Willow, “Verily it hath escaped me, until now, how bounteously Allah hath made thee, thy body and especially thy faultless bottom-cheeks, indeed, are glorious to behold.”

“If thou O Emir, second only to the great Salomon in judgement and wisdom, finds that I please thine eye, then wilt thou use thine handmaiden for thy pleasure…?”

“Indeed that shall be my will, at great length and to thine utter exhaustion.”

Leading Willow to a cushioned divan the Emir removed his outer clothing, leaving only his breechclout, sitting down the Emir placed Willow over his lap with her body and legs resting on the cushions. It was immediately obvious to Willow that the Emir was quite excited; she hoped that he would not spend too much time on her arse. The Emir began to stroke Willow’s cheeks and slip his hand between them to feel her puckered rose and pussy. Soon his hand began to fall with weight and shortly he was building a fire in Willow’s arse, Willow was getting more and more excited and her pussy was dripping. This did not escape the Emirs notice, he stopped and placed Willow seated on his lap, saying, “Thou hast thy five and twentieth year this day.” “That is verily so, O Sun of My Heart.” “As is our custom thou must take a birthday spanking from my hand, fetch thou that dragon’s tail, kneel thou on my bed, place thy head upon the cover, raise thine arse well up and open thy thighs that all may be revealed.”

“Canst thou count the number of thy years?” the Emir asked his Princess. “I will endeavour to do so, my Lord and Master.” The Emir raised the strap and laid it hard on the crown of Willows arse, “Oh! One, Master! Ah! Two, Master! Three! Master! Four! Master!” Willow began to sway her arse as the pain built up, by the twelfth stroke Willow was crying, by the twentieth stroke Willow was screaming, “O, Allah help me, twenty, Master!” And by the twenty-fifth stroke her nose was running, tears were pouring out of her eyes and she was panting and she was so hot, “Please, oh my Master, take me, take me now!”

The Emir loosed his loincloth releasing his rampant prick, placing it at the entrance of Willows so ready pussy, with one hard push he entered Willow fully, within three strokes Willow was screaming out her first orgasm, the first of many, the Emir was in no hurry, every so often he reheated Willow’s arse with his hands, at one point Willow screamed out, “O my Master – thou art built as a veritable stallion, and thou shalt tear me apart!” At this the Emir increased his speed and, playing with Willows clit, brought Willow to her final, biggest orgasm and pumped her pussy full.

The Princess fell flat on her face as the Emir withdrew. Taking a bowl and cloth the Emir cleaned Willow’s face, and as she recovered she looked worshipfully at her Lord and Master. “Thou art wonderful, O My Wife and My Greatest Treasure – now attend to me, as I would have thee again.” The Emir placed his prick in Willow’s mouth and she eagerly complied. And so the night continued, ‘till dawn broke….

(Note on the Emir’s breechclout, by Zille: From Medieval Islamic Civilization, by Josef W. Meri, Jere L. Bacharach, p. 159
“The basic Arab undergarment going back to Antiquity was the izar. This loincloth is already mentioned by Herodotus and still constitutes the lower half of the ritual ihram attire worn by male pilgrims to Mecca.”)

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