Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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I’m blogging live from the UK [grins] now, and will be for a couple weeks. I intend to finally catch you lot up with everything that’s happened in the last few whirlwind weeks! It’s going to take a lot of writing to accomplish this!

Where to start…?

Ahhh, since I’ve deprived you all terribly of posts about my own personal kinky life, I’ll start with the last scene my Master and I did before leaving on our trip….

He wanted me in my blue cotton knickers that day, and as I went to get them, I felt the thrill that always goes through me when I go to put on something he has ordered that I wear, for his pleasure, and knowing that I’m about to be taken for a swim into unknown depths of masochism and submission.

On went the blue cotton knickers, which I must admit don’t horrify me as much as the nylon ones do. These ones are actually almost sexy, even to my high standards!

It was, of course, the first day of my period. We always have the time and opportunity and desire to do a scene on the first day of my period – very frustrating! Well, it really wasn’t that much of a problem because neither of us minds sex during that time, it’s just that my pain-tolerance is always way down. Which isn’t actually a problem for him – he gets more buck for his bang, as it were, but it bothers me, because, well, I hate looking like a sissy! I like being able to be stoic and take the pain. (For as long as possible, at least, because he always takes me past the point of stoicism – to the point of tears and snot and gulping in air….)

He had me lie in the middle of the bed, on my tummy, and took a strap to my bottom. I was soon crying out and having trouble holding still, so he backed off and, sitting on the bed, pulled me over his lap for a spanking. After the strap, the spanking was just pleasure, even when my bottom got very hot and sensitive.

He then informed me that the three new canes we’d just bought were now about to get their inaugural action. I had by then gotten to a headspace where, even though I was pretty terrified about three canes being used gods-know-how-many-times up on my overly-sensitive bottom cheeks, I just said, “Yes, Sir,” and accepted my fate without worrying too much about how painful things were about to become.
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