Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Well,
to continue with the caning … I was still quaking in my spandex after the last series of Six-O-The-Bests, but the final twelve were yet to come. This was back to the Senior cane, which would have seemed like a walk in the park after the last cane (the bamboo root one!), but there was not much real estate left on my bottom that wasn’t hot and weal-ed. So the cane strokes either came down on the already well-battered skin on my bottom, or on my thighs, which were not very marked, but which always hurt so much more!

By the end of that I was squealing and blindly trying to swim away through the air. It always amazes me that his fingers resting ever-so-lightly on my back keep me firmly in place no matter what the level of pain.

Then – my reward! Yes, if you’re thinking, “Alright, this is Zille, so she means ‘anal sex’,” you’d be right! I’ve been begging him for cruel anal sex: just using me for his own pleasure, whilst I whimper in pain (or at least varying levels of discomfort!) and I think it’s been hard for him to entirely be sanguine with it. When he fucks me, he wants me to go soaring into pleasure with him – and, mind you, I appreciate the sentiment! It is the irony of the universe that so many guys are careless lovers who “just take,” and I fantasize about that, while having a caring and involved lover, to whom my pleasure matters deeply.

Of course, if he wasn’t that person, I couldn’t trust him with the sort of play we do. How deeply ironical that it’s only because I know he is not truly like that, that I can long for him to be, and beg him to pretend to be!

But, because he does care about my satisfaction, he betook himself to use me roughly and get as much pleasure from it as possible. I know, some of you are thinking, “Oh, poor guy gets the world’s smallest violin from me!” but the fact of the matter is that when he’s fucking me and I’m screaming in pleasure, he can just let go and enjoy it 100%. When he is forcing his cock into my ass and I’m whimpering in pain, he has to pay attention to what he is doing, so he doesn’t injure me – and that is a distraction, he cannot let go 100%. (Of course, being me, I think a solution for this is that he practice a whole lot, and then it can become second nature and he won’t have to think about it anymore!)

Anyway, it was a period of wonderfulness. As he pushed into me, some inner masochist part of me sighed, “Oh, now this is pain I can really get into!” I revelled in the pain like a pig in mud, begging him sotto voce, “Please … use me … please … enjoy this fully … please … hurt me….”
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I just came across these shots from a few years ago (when I still had the long black hair. Have I mentioned I’m growing out my current bob?) and I knew there’d be a number of you lot who’d enjoy these images, so I thought I’d share them!

They are by Lee (formerly Bridgett) Harrington — both an talented photographer and rigger (a one man band!) We did a lot of fun stuff together, and I’d love to work with Lee again someday!

Enjoy!

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The kinky community site, Fetlife has some really good things going for it. One of the best is that members are encouraged to keep blogs within the site, and you can stumble across some real gems simply by browsing people’s profiles! The following article comes from a very nice fellow, a serious fan of the birch rod, who is kindly allowing me to republish his work here, so that it can help those (who are possibly not members of Fetlife) who are curious about how to go about making a birch rod.

This is a fairly light type of birch, and so is ideal for a beginner or a first time introduction to the birch, or if you simply want to administer (or receive) a gentler birching.

The first step is to take a pair of secateurs (pruning shears) and find a birch tree, or better still a copse or woods. You will need to cut about 20 individual switches, each about 27 inches long. They should be fairly straight and typically be no more than 1/2 inch or 6 mm at the point where you cut them and will ideally have several side branches that are as long or nearly as long as the main shoot.

Try to find switches like these, that, when pinched, will provide several threads within the final birch

If possible I like to take these from a number of trees, think of it if you like as “sustainable BDSM.” I live in an area where birch trees are so common as to almost be ‘tree weeds’ so I can afford the luxury of only taking one switch from any individual tree.

The next step is to trim all the side shoots and branches from the lower 15 inches of the switches. Also trim any ‘nobbles’ or short stubs from the lower parts of the stems. When you have done this, you should be able to comfortably pick the switches up in the palm of your hand and they should feel ‘right’. If you can’t hold the birch comfortably in your hand and get a good grip, then simply try removing a few switches until you can.
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This is the only image I’ve seen from Justine Lai’s “Join or Die” series that specifically shows spanking per se, but a number of these sexy and thought-provoking images seem to indicate power play and/or rough sex. I’m normally go more for the erotic photos than the paintings (for obvious reasons, considering that I’m a photographer!), but colour me impressed by this series! (Yes, yes, pun intended!)

Having put some thought into it, if I was going to get down with any president, it would be Lincoln, who is a hero of mine (and who seems to have been made pretty miserable by his wife, and I’ve often felt I’d like to go back in time and marry him instead, so he could have more happiness in his all too short life!), or maybe Andrew Jackson, who seems like he was probably pretty randy and full of energy!

(Thanks to Yhumm Magazine for the link!)

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Continuing our theme of Bettie Page this week, here is Bettie again in the Top role, this time with an implement near and dear to spanker’s hearts: the hair brush. (It is rather less near and dear to the spankee’s hearts! Whoowheee, can they sting!)

What I love about this image: the shiny satin dress, cuban-foot stockings (and just look at Bettie’s calves! Phwoar!), the rope being pulled up between the girl’s bottom cheeks, and the room they are in (what is it: a tack room? a dungeon?)

I think this would be a perfect shot to use for a caption contest! Who wants to have a go…?

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