Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Last night I had a really hot dream that I just have to share with you lot!

It took place where Mr Defeu works (or, rather, a slightly weird dream version thereof) and I had come into work with him that day.

There was a hot new girl working there. My sleeping brain combined things that it knew Mr Defeu and I are “into”, so the girl had long curly hair (for me!) and was wearing white jodhpurs (for him) and a green velvet blazer (for both of us – who doesn’t find a green velvet blazer hot?!) and the minute I saw her I thought Mr Defeu needed to see her, too!

She was flirting heavily with me, and asked her to wait and I went to get Mr Defeu. As we were coming back to her office (although it was more like a cubicle!) I was excitedly telling him all about her.

When we got there, he liked what he saw, and ordered us both to bend over the desk to be spanked. I didn’t think that was such a great idea, seeing as how we were in the workplace, but she bent over eagerly and I was not NOT going to join in the excitement.

Mr Defeu slapped her bottom – HARD! – and then slapped mine (equally hard!), then hers again, etc.

Sadly this bit of the dream did not go on for as long as I would have liked before the boss came running over, fired Mr Defeu and the new girl, and we were all escorted off the premises! But she seemed very happy to come with us….
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Tomorrow Mr. Defeu and I leave for Shadow Lane. I’m so excited to see so many of my friends again, and to spend a weekend in the company of myriad pervs (it’s been too long!)

As if to spur me on, last night I had the most erotic dream I think I’ve ever had….

I was at this all girl’s school … except that the girl’s uniforms seemed to be bikinis. They were all quite well-built – curves everywhere! – and it was a bit like a music video or Serpieri’s Druuna books! with all these scantily clad hotties walking up and down the halls and stairs of the school.

I myself, in good dream fashion, was naked. But not the least embarrassed – indeed, in the dream, I felt this delicious sensuality, this sexy confidence. I sashayed as if I was moving through honey.

I kept ended up making out with and otherwise pleasing these girls – sometimes just one, sometimes more! – and this was a perfectly wonderful state that could have completed the dream to my perfect satisfaction.

But there was more! I kept getting taken aside by (male) teachers who were finding quite obvious excuses to punish me – I was “distracting” the girls, I was causing a disturbance in class, I was interrupting their studies, you know the drill – and then the teachers used a variety of implements on me. In the dream, I knew that this hurt, but every stroke was like those rare strokes where pain meets pleasure just right, and you can’t tell the difference. I was crying from the pain out in these sensual moans.

The most clear part of the dream I remember now is that I was being punished by a teacher, who’d put a butt-plug in me, and had beaten me with a strap. I then met up with a few delicious girls who were really turned on by my state, and who needed to kiss, caress, and finger-fuck me. (Even in my dreams, I’m always a giver – didn’t want to let these young ladies down, so allowed them to do as they willed with me, whilst keeping my hands and mouth as busy as possible. See, always a giver!)

We got interrupted by the headmaster, who then felt the need to punish me for this further disruption. (And not my fault, I’d add! They seduced me!) He caned me, and then pulled the butt-plug out – I remember moaning, in the dream, and him saying, “Do you feel all empty now?” He then said, “This will fill you up!” and thrust his cock into me.

Sadly, it was after this promising start that I woke up.

Oh, how I wish you could just pause your dreams and then resume them when next going to sleep. I’d go back to this dream in a heartbeat!

So, who knows, maybe this is what Shadow Lane will be like for me…? At any rate, if I wasn’t entirely rarin’ to go before, I surely am now!

I’ll try to blog or at least tweet from SL, but if it’s anything like that dream, then you should really just expect a report after I get back!

I had a delicious dream right before I woke up. I was an actress on the set of a film, and my co-star and I were doing a scene involving some very rough sex — we must have been in a Verhoeven movie!

We did a take, and I nearly came from the roughness of it, the pounding of his body against mine. He noticed, and as we waited for some adjustment to the background or lighting, he whispered in my ear that he had found me out. Actually, I think it was much the same words that a boy said to me in sophomore year of high school, “So … you like it rough!” (Words which finally gave me a place to start understanding and learning about my own desires, so thank you Tom G, wherever you are!)

In my dream, I demurred, and my co-star forced a confession from me, his voice rough and low in my ear. He then told me that this next take would be very different, and I would just have to take it. “And,” he snarled, “when you come, make sure you’re facing the cameras!”

He also said that afterwards, I was coming back to his trailer on the set, and I knew that he would be spanking me, and probably using a number of implements on me. Maybe tie me down, as well…. And the whole crew would see me going into his trailer, and probably hearing the results, too, and know that I was now in this man’s power.

Take two started up, and this time when he pounded against me, his cock pushed into me, and suddenly I was being forcefully fucked on camera (although no one knew but us – the crew couldn’t see the change that was so intense for me, due to some well-draped sheets) his hands rough on my body, and I was gasping and making little whimpering noises, and had a moment of considering it ironic that I’d probably win the Oscar for a scene in which I wasn’t acting….

And then I woke up, damnit! Why couldn’t I have stayed in that dream until I came, staring helplessly into the lights and the cameras…?

I had the most amazing dream last night — since I’ve got a pretty bad cold, I think this was one of those “fever dreams,” and if so, getting sick might have some pretty serious silver linings!

I was at this very dark, gothic carnival. The dream started with me getting dressed in a darkened tent in long black flowing skirts, and putting on a hip-belt of glowing bones. There were lots of other people, all looking very much like we were in an MTV video for some very goth song, and we were all talking and laughing, the carnival spirit very obvious. People were putting on costumes rather like those really weird European traditional folk costumes.

I don’t remember how it all came about, but I ended up on a St. Andrews Cross with a very sexy older man whipping my back. In the dream it was the most delicious agony, and it was so amazingly sexual and intense.

Sadly, this dream beating didn’t last half long enough, and then we all went on a Wild Hunt with horses and dogs. The dogs were all golden retrievers (not exactly one’s first choice for a Hell Hound, but maybe my subconscious knows something I don’t!) and it ended with everyone, including the dogs, jumping into this huge hot-tub.

I woke up after that, but one hopes that after the Wild Hunt/hot tub, all the girls would birched for good luck — that’s what all those folk festivals were all about, right?!

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….
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