Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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So, after Mystery Minx and my Master (Now if we can get Miss Maggie Mayhem to join us, we’ll have some serious alliteration happening! Also, I can’t imagine how much trouble we would all get in! My Master would have to call for back-up!) came down to join me at the café, we all went out for lunch. If you have not had lunch with Mystery Minx, it’s an experience worth having! She spent the whole time zinging rubber bands at my Master and just generally being an adorable brat. It was like dinner and a floor show!

After lunch, it was back to our apartment, and as you have read, the Minx got herself in more trouble (do not hand that girl a water pistol, or you will, damply, live to regret it!) And then she put up resistance to going to the bedroom for the disciplining she’d more than earned, and I got to watch a fabulous full-on brat scene – and take notes! And so I sat down to write that first entry, getting more and more fascinated by the sounds emanating from the other room.

They came out and joined me in a while, but our Minx was not in the least subjugated, or even slightly regretful, and water pistols and rubber bands kept being fired. Also, a spontaneous wrestling session ended up knocking us off the sofa at one point, and then even I got to take the clothes brush to her bottom, as my Master held her down!

This led, eventually, to both of us in the bedroom, and I watched the stubborn Minx getting her next round of discipline. She was very stoical, and took what she’d gotten herself in for with just decorative protests. I was called in to hold her arms while she took a pretty intense caning, and I held her firmly, but gave her encouraging squeezes in between the strokes. You can’t help but feel as comrades in such a situation, and I winced with each stroke. Afterwards, I gave her such a big hug – I was as proud of her as a mama duck would be with a duckling!

We’d all gotten up quite an appetite, so some Korean take-away was in order. We all sat down to watch St Trinian’s (which she’d never seen!) but she got fidgety and got her hands on a water pistol again.
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Well, I’ve been working on an entry for this blog since the 6th, and it just keeps growing and taking longer and longer to finish. So today I decided, what the hell, just get the blasted thing up here, and then you’ll have incentive to finish it because your readers will nag you until you do!

What this blog entry begins is our real start to playing with other people. I won’t count our beloved Miss Maggie Mayhem, not because she isn’t a real person, but because she made it so easy for us (thank you, dear Maggie, for spoiling us so!) that we didn’t really have to think about, and she brought none of the issues and concerns that poly (by this I mean a very wide definition of opening one’s relationship to include pretty much anything not included in standard definition monogamy, like spanking another person even though there is no sex) must bring up in any relationship (because if you don’t discuss these issues, they will make sure they end up a topic of conversation, albeit of the “break-up fight” kind!).

Events have moved so fast in the past several weeks that even a weekend (say, last weekend!) can drastically alter both the experiences I need to write about, and my thoughts that come up during the writing, so everything is going to be a little jumbled about for a while, while I start to process and get used to the wonderful new people and new joy in my life, in our lives.

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I’m sitting in a local café, right now, drinking my favourite drink (a chocolate-banana smoothie). Why am I here? Because my Master is at home, disciplining a young lady (Mystery Minx, whom, I may add, has more than earned the stripes that are certainly lining her botty already!)

This is the first time since we got together, that he has played with someone with me not there. For those who’ve been following along, Miss Maggie Mayhem was the first person we played with together (although not half enough!) and who gave us the safe space to successfully open up our relationship. (I cannot ever thank that darling girl enough – she has shared such great experiences with us, and made something that could be so fraught with pain and accidental hurt – that is, going from monogamous to polyamorous – into something so easy and joyous.)

Finally, now, I get a moment to write about our next step, which happened a few weekends ago. A certain Mr HH came to visit. Now, certain young ladies across the globe read that line with understanding (and perhaps wince and a phantom ache in their posteriors!)

HH had contacted me on FetLife, and we had become friends pretty much in our first communications. When my Master and I were last in the UK, we were supposed to visit him, but that horrible car accident happened, and destroyed a lot of plans about which we’d been very excited. HH was wonderful during that time, very supportive and helpful. As was everyone we know in the Brit spanko scene – you’ll never meet a better bunch of people, I tell you!

Finally, HH was heading out to our part of the world, and we planned a weekend of “get to know each other, and see what comes of things.” It happened to be the weekend of the San Francisco Fetish Ball, so we invited him out to that with us.

You’d think that the naughtiness (because it occurred, of course!) might have happened at the fetish ball – seems logical, non? But actually, we didn’t even make it that long! Friday night, we picked HH up, and he and my Master got on like a house on fire. They discovered that they both collect classic CP magazines, and the rest of the evening was a discussion about: “Do you have the original printing of Blushes Uniform Girls, Issue 29?” “Why yes! Do you have that impossible-to-find Janus Number 3?” It was like being in a room with stamp collectors or model train hobbyists, only the conversation included bits like: “Ah, yes, that’s the shoot where the girls wear the white punishment shorts with the string between their legs, and have water poured on them before they are caned!” I was in geek heaven, and I just sat there and listened to them with a big old grin on my face, wanting them to never stop conversing!

Having bonded in such a manner, I should not have been surprised the next morning, after brunch, when my Master suggested that I should go put on a school uniform. But I was: suddenly this moment was upon me, and I felt flustered and nervous – and excited!
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There have been some requests recently for pictures of me spanking Miss Maggie Mayhem on her naked bottom. Well, I promised them blithely, but it turns out that what I have are memories of spanking her naked bum, not actual images. However, I do keep my promises as best as possible, so here are a couple lovely shots of Maggie and her delicious derriere … and as soon as she gets back from her trip, I shall up-end her over my knee and get both stills and video of me spanking her naked botty! Because that really won’t be much of a hardship for either of us…!

This one is just for fun. I really miss Maggie and can’t wait until she gets back!

However … I did managed to dig out a shot of the delectable Miss Mayhem’s naked bottom, with cane being applied…!

Courtesy of Public Disgrace

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I had somehow forgotten about the impromptu photo shoot that Miss Maggie Mayhem and my Master and I did after shooting the intro for our Mayhem and Trouble video opening. Making the video had lead to us making out … and then, since spanking was very much on everyone’s mind (well, but when is it not?), it just drifted into play.

I don’t remember now what order it was in, but I think from the pictures that my Master first joined in for a scene (why would there be cane marks on my bottom in some of the shots, otherwise? It would also explain why all of our make-up has been smudged off!) and then, endorphins leaving us giggly and clingy, Maggie and I just couldn’t stop kissing, touching, and spanking each other. So my Master picked up the camera, and caught the end of our happy play. If you want the ultimate evidence of just how happy, just look at the expression on my face….

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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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