Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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From: Eve’s Corner Column #25, January 2011

This column features pictures from our first two videos of the new year: His Two Disobedient Wives and Starter Wife Trophy Wife Revenge Match.

This video stars Zille Defeu, her husband Duncan and Clare Fonda. Zille and her husband began coming to Shadow Lane parties a few years ago. We’ve been wanting to work with them since first meeting them but this was our first opportunity. Zille is a daring (and darling) San Francisco girl who has been featured in many a super naughty video before getting to us.

Zille (rhymes with Jill) is a fascinating young woman with her dainty retro wardrobe and kinky exhibitionist personality. She’s well read and charming and found herself a proper English husband to satisfy (I should guess) most of her gothic fantasies. Well bred but pro-active, Zille stands for perfect foundation garments, uninhibited sexual self expression and of course, classic domestic discipline. I didn’t cast her as a household goddess in my video for no reason. Polymorphosly perverse but always in the prettiest ways, the actress and film maker possesses a uniquely artistic flare for fetishism and porcelain skin that pinkens at the slightest suggestion of a spanking.

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Our first shoot with Shadowlane — yes, I wrote, “our” – that’s because Mr. Defeu has joined me on camera for his first porn outing with his face showing! (You’ll remember he worked with me on a spanking video for IFM, but there he was still incognito.) Being the wise fellow that he is, he waited until he was truly comfortable with being on camera making adult films – then, he went for it, no holds barred! (Something I hope any spanking actress – male or female – will do with the same self-awareness. If you ain’t comfortable, just don’t do it – when you become comfortable, don’t let anything stop you!)

I’ve been promised plenty of teaser shots from Tony & Eve (and let me tell you, they’ll be teasing me just as much as you – I can’t wait to see the videos!) for now, here’s a fun one. I just wanted to get some impressions down, while they were fresh.

A favourite moment was when Mr D and Clare Fonda were in a scene together. They were a married couple (not long to remain so!) and he had just found out that she’d been cheating on him, as well as lying and stealing. He confronts her, and it ends with him spanking her – an outcome which I’m sure will surprise you all!

The minute they got on camera together, sparks flew. They are both witty, eloquent, vibrant people, and they were just brilliant together. They were funny, genuine, and intense. There was one point where they were arguing, and they just started talking right over one another, like a couple who has been together for too long, and just doesn’t care what the other has to say anymore. It was amazing – I had no idea that my husband is such a brilliant actor, and I can’t wait to see him doing other films!

Another wonderful moment was while I was working with Clare. Well, most of the moments were quite wonderful, actually, but this is the one I’ll tell you about right now. I had tried to blackmail “Iris,” my husband’s ex-wife (see above!) and demanded to spank her to keep her secret. Well, she then got the goods on me, and promised to my husband unless I let her spank me – and then she wanted to humiliate me even more by penetrating first my pussy and then my ass – gasp!

Now, the spanking was of course fantastic – it was coming from Clare Fonda, after all! – but the moment of penetration, especially the anal one, had this delicious humiliation to it that I keep remembering with erotic shudders.

Now, I know you’ll say, “But Zille, you’re just an anal-sex loving slut who can’t get enough bum action!” to which I’d have to agree, but the thing is that I’m a different kind of slut than I used to be.

Before I got into the spanko scene, I was more the “shameless hussy,” sort. I’d been there and done that, and I wasn’t going to be embarrassed anymore by most anything I was okay with doing in any scene. I mean, I’d probably done it on stage at the fetish nightclub or at the peep show where I’d worked, so shame was something I’d proudly done away with.

But, reading Janusii, and watching spanko porn, and reading the journals of the lovely spanko community, I realized that I wanted that shame back – that it added a piquancy that being a shameless hussy just couldn’t have by definition.

That doesn’t mean that I’m any less proud of my career in porn or my performances at fetish events or even the orgies I had in college. But, somehow, just by wanting it, I got back the embarrassment that I thought I’d gotten rid of – so that I could get a thrill of shame and awkwardness from merely taking down my knickers – while otherwise entirely clothed!

I had always maintained that “I’m just not into that humiliation thing,” when actually I am really, really into it – I just needed a new framework for it. Being humiliated when being a naked slave on a chain did nothing for me. But being humiliated whilst dressed in a proper schoolgirl uniform – now you’re talking!

So, there I was, on a porn set, where you’d think that after the amount of time I’ve spent making porn in my life would be the one place where I’d feel just entirely at home. And I could have done, and would have done five years ago.

But now both my character and my real self were deeply enjoying the embarrassment of being exposed and penetrated. My character was feeling degraded and shamed by the tables being turned on her, and the obviously inferior [grins to Clare] ex-wife getting to have her evil way with her. I found myself feeling quite shy suddenly to have a roomful of people I’d just met seeing a long acrylic dildo shoved up my bottom. Yes, yes, they were all pros who’d seen this sort of thing a million times before, something I would have reassured myself with if I wasn’t enjoying the exquisite humiliation of it all.

It’s an odd thing, perhaps, to write about getting turned on at a porn shoot. But when I work with people, I give them 100% effort – and that means that my arousal is more a sort of cerebral thing. As I work, the thought “Oh, look, I’m in this hot situation with these sexy people, doing stuff that really turns me on!” will flash through my mind, but it is sharing space with: “Am I facing the lighting correctly?” “Am I working with the camera(s) to best effect?” “How is my co-actor doing?” “What is my next line?” “What emotions should my character be feeling now, and am I expressing them with face and body?” “Am I talking loud enough for the cameras to be catching it?” and so forth.

So it was with a real delight that I realized how aroused I was by the humiliating circumstances (a basically complete stranger I’d met a couple hours earlier is shoving an acrylic dildo up my ass in front of other near-strangers, and my husband!) and I was in a place where I could really enjoy it – my character was supposed to be feeling the same thing, for similar reasons, and all I had to do was lie there an make the appropriate noises – which, if I just let go and enjoyed the situation, would happen naturally.

So all those things coming together (as it were) put me in a space where I could really enjoy them as much as if I was in a private scene at home.

Of course, I have to thank Eve, Tony, Butch, and Clare for giving me that moment. I trusted all of them implicitly, so I could just let go and enjoy myself.

I can’t wait to see the films, and whenever Shadowlane wants us, we’ll get our butts right down to Vegas!

Saturday we slept in and just managed to make it to brunch with a bunch of friends: Mija and Paul of North Gare, Bridget and Alex, Iris and her M, Fireman Chris (sadly without his Serenity), and of course Headmaster Tony and the Mystery Minx. The restaurant was very odd (supposedly keeping up a “Mediterranean theme,” as filtered through Middle America I guess, but the menu featured Chinese food as its specialty. Gordon Ramsey would not approve! Still, they had very fresh fruit, and the company more than made up for the cuisine!

After breaking our fasts, the suite parties began. I was a bit overwhelmed. I was introduced to new person after new person, and I started wanting to go hide behind the few people I did know! Happily, Tony had the good idea of getting some pictures of the Minx and me. We went to another room in the suite, and Minx and I took turns spanking each other, hamming it up for the camera. Well, that might not be relaxing for some people, but for me, that was the best ice-breaker possible. And of course, spanking Minx never hurts any situation! (Well, it might hurt her situation!)

That was over sadly all too soon, but I squished my way onto a sofa between Fireman Chris and Bridget. I had meant to talk to them and get to know them better, but guys kept coming up and introducing themselves, and so the conversation was very fragmented. It had kinda settled down into a discussion with another Star Trek fan (once I know someone is a fellow s-f geek, it’s much easier to get to know them!) when this other guy came over to me. “All your friends are being spanked in the other room,” he informed me. “Ummm,” I replied, “they are…?” “Yes, come and see them,” he said, and took my hand.

Now, I just need to interject here that I’m not the most socially skilled person in the world. I cover up my shyness by being brash and shameless. The other option is not to cover it up, and cower in a corner. I had all my attention on being extroverted, but not vulgar or ill-mannered (it’s a fine line, damnit!) and so I must have missed the signals this guy was giving off.

He led me to the other room, and said, “See…!” and indeed, I did recognize some of the people on the bed, although Minx wasn’t there. There was one spot open – “And you go there!” he announced, trying to pull me over to it. I stopped dead, feet digging into the carpet – oh, shit, how had I gotten into this situation? Maybe, if I actually knew this guy at least a little bit, or if there had been a bit of a lead-up, I would have been okay for the suddenness of it. But it was too many conflicting things at once, and I made the quick decision that I would not be pressured into bending over for a spanking I wasn’t comfortable taking. (It’s sad that it took even a moment for me to have to figure that one out … but when I was younger, I would have probably just let it happen, due to my embarrassment over misreading his signals, and being equally uncomfortable trying to get out of the situation as staying in it!) Mr. Defeu showed up at this moment, and I mouthed to him, “HELP!” “What kind of help?” he asked, not unreasonably, because he wasn’t sure which sort of aid I required – him telling the guy no, or him handing me over for discipline!

We had worked out a code, beforehand, but the code had been dependent on me actually being with Mr. Defeu at the time of the proposition. Since I’d been on the other side of the room from him, it had fallen apart rather rapidly.

Happily, before I had to try and figure out how to signal to Mr. Defeu, “Get me out of here! I’m totally in over my head and don’t know what to do!” (while the optimistic fellow is patting the side of the bed, waiting for me to bend over it), Minx shows up and says, “Oh, Chelsea and Clare and Sarah are downstairs, and they’d like to meet you! Is now a good time?”

Oh, how I loved her in that moment! “Now’s perfect!” I gasped, and I fled, without even a proper goodbye. I’m very sorry about that – I hope I didn’t hurt the poor guy’s feelings – I just really didn’t know how to deal with the situation. I think – I hope! – that next time I will do a better job of both not getting into situations like that – but, when I do mess up, that I will then do a better job of extracting myself!

Anyway, I found myself in a room with Chelsea Pfeiffer and Clare Fonda and Sarah Gregory. This was not a bad way to end up, because suddenly, although they were new to me, there was also a lot less new people to try and deal with all at once, and I suddenly got my socializing mojo back. I was able to chat, and get to know them, and it was really wonderful, as they are all lovely people whom I look forward to working with and getting to know better!

They were about to shoot a spanking video, so they finally kicked us out, and we went back to our room, and chilled a bit (this involved a very fun pillow fight with all three of us!) before it was time to get ready for the “prom.”

Then it was time for me to get ready for the ball! Here’s the results:

Mr. Defeu had brought a formal dinner jacket (because I complained that he never dressed up for me – he got tons of compliments, so I hope it inspires him to dress up more in the future!) and as we walked down to the ballroom, I took his arm, my grandmother’s beaded clutch purse in the other hand. I felt so glamorous! Even the gaudy noise and lights of the casino faded away into a James Bond-like set. We didn’t even need to present our IDs – Tony of Shadow Lane waved us in with an, “Oh, I know you!”

Sadly, the glamour soon fell away – the dinner was not as good as the night before, and it was a sad come-down to find myself at a “make your own burrito” night. The party at first again felt too overwhelming, but as I’d had a good night’s sleep and I didn’t have much to do the next day, I could drink – and social lubrication is always helpful! Red wine to the rescue!

Suddenly, I was chatting with everyone. From all the lovely people who came up to me to discuss a SF Bay Area spanking party (it’s in the works, guys!), to the bartender (who, after I had chattered at him about drinks for a while, decided I knew more about making drinks than he did!) I finally got a chance to properly meet and talk to Radagast, and after we bonded on obscure Science Fiction, I really look forward to hanging out with him again soonest!

Sarah Gregory and I were playing around in front of the camera for Mr. Defeu (not as much as I’d like to play around with her!) when Mija called me over and asked, a big grin on her face, if I’d like to see some hot girl-on-girl caning action. Um, yes!

Up to Mija and Paul’s room for a private party we trooped! It turned out that Bridget was going to strap (and cane!) Iris – an amazing show that Mr. Defeu and I were privileged to watch!

After it had concluded, in that lovely wash of energy over all of us that a good scene will create, Mr. Defeu was suddenly inspired by the large amount of toys piled in front of us on the coffee table, and ordered me over his lap, reminding me that there was the matter of last night’s water fight to deal with. He had a slipper in hand, that I was quite certain I’d prefer not to sample – and I was tipsy enough that I had no concerns in putting up a vocal resistance to the whole thing. (“Yay,” some inner voice proclaimed, “you’re finally playing the game right! Complain some more, come on – kick up a real fuss!”)

When I looked up from the fuss I was making (and my hose was being inexorably pulled down, nevertheless), Paul had brought out two more slippers, so that Mr. Defeu could try them all out upon my bottom! This is obviously the point of protesting in the first place – you distract yourself enough that you don’t notice getting in even worse trouble until it’s too late!

So I happily yelped and squirmed through the slippering, and then Mr. Defeu went for a hairbrush that every gal had already proclaimed to be very nasty, and wouldn’t someone please loose track of it in packing, already? Mr. Defeu took turns with the stingy wood side, and the even more stingy brush side, while I complained about both.

Then he made me kneel up to try out one of Paul’s canes. I suddenly came up from the comfy obscurity of OTK, able to hide my face in the sofa, to being abruptly upright, and entirely aware of everyone sitting around to admire the view. Eeep! I didn’t have time to dwell on the matter, as the fire-y stripes started burning across my bottom.

I started my breathing exercises right quick, because as fun as the token resistance had been, now push was coming to shove, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself or Mr. Defeu! But at some point in the caning, I heard a soft whisper (the volume seemed to have dropped in the room, for some reason!) from I think the sweet Bridget, saying, “She’s so brave!” “Oh! I’m brave! They think I’m brave!” I thought, and it made the rest of the caning so much easier to take!

When the caning was over, Mr. Defeu reached for me, and I let myself fall into his strong arms, as happy as a person could be.

And then, it was the Minx’s turn – she was still being punished for the water fight, it seemed! Nobody minded that show, either! I settled myself beside Mija to watch and provide running commentary.

Minx got her snuggles, too, and actually ran off to get me some wine – a kindness, as once I start drinking, I need to keep up my tipsiness until the party concludes (or I will get tired and cranky, not particularly great personality traits to bring to a party!)

I was still beside Mija when a recovered Minx presented herself in front of me, and reminded me that I owed her a wrasslin’ match, something we had talked about doing for weeks. I pointed out that I was in my party dress, so the Minx pulled a shirt and shorts from a bag she had conveniently stowed in the room. Well, there was nothing for it, so I went and changed in the other room (having suddenly come over shy), aided by Minx and Bridget (and embarrassing a poor Paul, who suddenly found himself stuck in room with us all giggling and stripping me!)

I had realized, going to get changed, that I was pretty well into my cups. I wondered how this would effect my wrasslin’ skills. Well, it seems I wrestle even better when under the influence, as I took the Minx down in a record time – surprising the hell out of both of us! Everyone did a count-down, and I, as winner, gave Minx 10 from the slipper. That was fun!

Then Bridget challenged me. She was a slippery little thing, but I ended up pining her as well, making her say, “Uncle.” I didn’t get to enjoy the fruits of that victory, however, because Minx jumped in and they both went after me! I was actually doing alright for myself, until I got in a bind with Minx sitting on my chest, and Bridget pining my legs so I couldn’t twist Minx off. At that point, I decided that getting some oxygen was a really lovely idea, and called “Uncle,” so that I could breathe again.

I think I won it all, when it comes down to it, because if it takes two people to pin you down, well, that’s a victory in and of itself!

Spectatators said that I gave a very good show of my cane weals whilst wrasslin’.

The rest of the party was a happy daze of enjoyable conversation with good people. After all my exertions, I was happy to snuggle with Mr. Defeu on the sofa, sipping my wine — a perfect end to a wonderful day!

The next morning, we managed to pack up the clothing items and toys which had exploded across the room, and went out to brunch with the guilty parties from the night before. I made an amazing meal of “Eggs on Horseback” (steak and eggs), and a big bowl of very ripe strawberries and proper whipped cream. The decadent meal was the best way to conclude the spectacular weekend!