Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Since we’ve been talking about the differences between punishment/discipline and roleplay for some weeks now on this blog, I was entirely delighted to find these two posts by Niki Flynn, which covers all of those ideas so very well:

Missing chapter from Dances with Werewolves Part 1

Missing chapter from Dances with Werewolves Part 2

When I’m shooting, I have to be aware of the camera while simultaneously tuning it out. I have to know whether I’m in shot, make sure my hair isn’t obscuring my face and focus on a hundred other things that are invisible to the viewer. The camera is both friend and impartial observer. Bettie Page once said she liked pretending that the camera was her boyfriend and that she was making love to him.

The camera on my right was no loving boyfriend. It was the glaring eye of judgment, isolating me in its cold gaze. Still, I dutifully tucked my hair behind my ear when it fell in my face, fighting the urge to put my head down out of sight and sob. Dallas had no mercy for a girl who had endangered her life by unfastening her life vest. He pushed all my guilt buttons.

‘How do you think your boyfriend would have felt if you’d hit a rock and gone under?’

WHACK!

‘How would he have felt?’

WHACK!

There was no answer to that. All I could do was yelp and take my punishment. The worst part of all was that I deserved it. I KNEW I deserved it. This was nothing like my childhood punishments, when I always felt wronged and resentful. This was my own fault. I was being made an example of and people all over the world would be watching my shame and disgrace.

‘You look in that camera and tell your boyfriend you’re sorry.’

My heart clenched and my face crumpled as I turned to face the impersonal lens.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whimpered pitifully, looking into its unfeeling eye. I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed at a shoot before. It was as though the camera was stripping my soul bare.

I sobbed helplessly throughout the rest of the strapping, releasing all my pent-up fear and anxiety. By the end I was so distraught I abandoned the camera completely. I hung my head, crying, oblivious to whether my face was in shot or not. I’d had enough. I’d learnt my lesson. And Dallas knew it too.

That’s nice!

Roxxie over at the Girl Tools blog, mentioned my post about the Inflatable & Vibrating Butt Plug.

It’s lovely to know the nice grrls over at CyberDyke haven’t forgotten me, quite yet!

Now I just have to convice my Master to buy me the durn thing, so I can review it for you all!  (Or, if you can’t wait, kaya’s review is perfectly acceptable!)