Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Here is a favorite Tom and Jerry cartoon. Why, you ask, would I post this on my spanking blog? Well, this cartoon always leaves me somewhat aroused, as many elements in this turned me on when I was kid…

It does have all the fetish and discipline elements you could hope for! Spanking and other CP in the form of forced castor oil consumption, infantilism, humiliation, etc.

This one cartoon really informed my sexuality. I latched on immediately to the spanking, since I was aroused by spanking since earliest memory, but the scene with the goldfish being put Jerry’s diaper also stuck in my mind, and so ever since, I like the idea of kinky things being put in one’s knickers as punishment: a lotion that makes you tingle and burn, or a bit of ginger or a butt-plug put in your bottom, and then the pants pulled up and you have to walk around like that. (But NOT goldfish. I just wouldn’t go there!)

I actually remember watching this on TV as kid, as a clear, specific memory. Many things associated with spanking are clear memories from my childhood, from which so much else is hazy and general. I’ll be going over other influences over the next few days … but for further reading, here is a letter I wrote to my Master when we were still in the first months of seeing each other, talking about some of my early influences…. (Here’s another related letter to my Master, and here’s a recent post on some later influences….)

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My tummy was hurting the other night, and my Master bought me some very yummy ginger beer to help it. But then I noticed the logo, a little stem ginger person, and had to giggle, because I cannot see a knobbly “ginger root” anymore without getting as giggly as a schoolgirl….

Their ginger hot tips are quite useful — and amusing — to devotees of figging!

Purchasing Fresh Ginger
When shopping for fresh ginger, look for pieces with a plump, smooth, somewhat shiny skin. If its wrinkled or cracked, the ginger is drying and past its prime. Never substitute dried ground ginger for fresh. It simply doesn’t taste the same.

Storing Fresh Ginger
Fresh ginger will get moldy in the refrigerator. It’s best to store it at room temperature much like you would potatoes. Ginger will eventually sprout little buds. These are considered a pungent delicacy in many parts of Asia. Just pinch them off and enjoy. Some people freeze their ginger, although we don’t recommend it as it alters the flavor. [Zille note: it doesn't seem to get in the way for figging, however, which is handy!] Others store their fresh ginger in dry sherry or Madeira in the refrigerator for up to 3 months. The ginger will impart some of its flavor to the wine, but that’s a minor disadvantage when weighed against having peeled ginger ready and waiting to be used. The ginger-flavored wine can be used in stir-fry dishes, salad dressings, sauces, etc.

Preparing Fresh Ginger
To prepare fresh ginger, peel only the skin of this knobby-looking rhizome (an under-ground stem). Use either a vegetable peeler or sharp knife. One ginger fan suggests scraping off the skin with an ordinary spoon. “It works great and it seems like you don’t lose so much of the good stuff.” Depending upon your recipe, fresh ginger may be sliced, diced, minced, grated, shredded or juiced.

Ginger as an Aphrodisiac
If you’d like to whip up a recipe loaded with aphrodisiacs, try a recipe that calls for ginger, cinnamon and cloves – spices traditionally used for their ability to inspire amour. Ginger’s aphrodisiacal properties are tough to prove, but ginger does enhance circulation and has been credited through history with increasing lustful yearnings.

Hmmm, aphrodisiac properties, you say? “Increasing lustful yearnings”? I’d have never thought of that!

Anyway, I hope they don’t mind me linking to them, and you should buy their gingery good products, because they are very tasty, and they seem like a very good company who should be supported!

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Pixiepie’s Master responded to an unintentional challenge from Pixie in her blog today. It was so hot — it doesn’t matter if you are into what he was writing about (nails and razors and real brutality) because what was the most hot was simply being allowed to go with him on the journey to his darkest desires. And the final paragraph darn near made me melt, so I can’t imagine what it did for Pixie!

I’ve had a lot of fantasies about my Master really delving in to his dark side. Actually, these days, most of my fantasies are about that. I want him to tie me down on the bed or chair, and then put the penis gag and spandex hood on me (to muffle my screams as much as possible) and then just let go … let his sadist side loose.

I know how much he holds himself in control. And he is so careful with me … he can hurt me a lot, he can cause some serious bruising on my bottom and thighs … but he still has to hold himself back, he’s never able to just do whatever he wants.

But in my fantasies (and hopefully someday in real life!) he just immobilizes me, and gets to use my body as whim and fancy take him. My fantasies include a number of things, like the tawse being used on me over and over and over, with no time for recovery, just me drowning in a sea of pure pain.

In my own head, I really am quite cruel to myself! One idea I’ve had was that, when bent over the chair, he puts the clover clamps on me, running the chain through a rung between the chair legs. Then, whenever I jerk up from the pain of the beating, the clamps will tighten that much more, punishing me for moving out of position.

(They say that masochists make the cruelest sadists. I can totally see that! I wouldn’t want me to top me, that’s for sure!)

As I masturbate, thinking about these things, I throw in random details of his cruelty to me. Maybe warm me up, literally, with ginger up my bottom, and then start the beating? Or perhaps fucking my pussy or ass until it’s sore, and after he’s come and I think the pain is over, he grabs a large dildo and starts slamming it into me (the only lube being his come inside me!), while I cry and try to beg him to stop through the gag.

Or maybe he would use one of the toys I despise. The heavy black cane, perhaps, or other toys I’d generally prefer that he forget he owns! Maybe he would get out that toy, one of the ones that I’m at my pain-limit after about three strokes, and beat me until his arm is too tired to go on.

And he talks to me, in my fantasies, as he does this. He tells me I am helpless, that he is going to hurt me terribly and there is nothing I can do but scream. That he is going to use my body however he wants, and that my screams and sobs will only be the icing on the cake.

It always ends in anal sex, of course, because what else can make me feel so helpless and and reduced to being a thing-that-is-used so fast. Unless of course he has something painful in my bottom, in which case he’ll fuck me … slow if it’s ginger, so that the pleasure won’t overwhelm the pain, or fast if it’s some huge butt-plug so that it is also slammed painfully deeper into me at the same time as his cock.

You know … all of these thoughts has me pretty worked up! I think I’m going to spend some quality time with Mr. Buzzy….

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So here’s the end result of the punishment I’ve been ruminating over for weeks!

It occurs to me it’s a bit like the visa commercial…

Ginger: $3.99
Mean Wooden Paddle: $50.00
Convertible step-stool: $225.00

Making her wait three weeks for her punishment: Priceless

A full write-up of my agonies (which I know you’re all waiting for, and which involved kneeling on rice with a ginger root up my bum) will be up next! Do note: to my right you see some candles for wax-play, and behind them … the umbrella stand full of canes, whips, crops, and anything else a sick perverted mind (i.e., my Master’s!) can dream of using on poor, unprotected bottoms!

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This is a fantasy that has been running through my mind pretty much every time I’ve masturbated in the past couple weeks. I though I’d share it … and maybe if my Master likes reading it, it will come true!

I’m bent over the convertible step-stool-chair , which has been converted to its step-stool aspect. The wood is cold under my lower tummy and hips. My ankles and wrists are in the leather cuffs, which are clipped to the O-rings on the legs of the chair. I can squirm, but I can’t do anything else.

And I’m about to squirm. Because you have the ginger plug which you made me carve – how sadistic to make me create the instrument of my own torture….

You wet it with some cold water, and take a wet finger and tease my anus with it, making me involuntarily tighten up. You laugh and tell me that I can’t keep the ginger out – that since you want it up there, I have no choice in the matter.
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