Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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So, a new year, a new spanking video!

This one stars Pandora Blake and Thomas Cameron and me. And it was shot by Mr Defeu!

Zille Defeu sent us this fantasy before our first shoot with her. She wanted to play a stablehand unfairly punished over her jodhpurs, and came up with this scenario. The master of the house disciplines her with a riding crop for not performing her duties in a timely manner – and Zille is powerless to resist his amorous advances.

When Thomas’ wife walks in and sees him fondling one of the servants, Pandora assumes that Zille has seduced him. She demands that the slutty stablegirl be soundly whipped. Never mind that poor Zille has been thrashed once already! Pandora watches with relish as Zille is given a hard caning over her jodhpurs.

But the truth will out. When Zille finally speaks up for herself, she reveals that the reason she was lax with her duties was that she was running errands for Pandora – who it turns out is having an affair. Thomas decides that a comparable thrashing is only fair, and blackmails his wife into compliance. As Pandora bends over for the cane, Zille looks on with no small amount of satisfaction.

I am very VERY pleased with this video, and I recommend it to anyone who is either:

• A fan of Zille Defeu or Pandora Blake (Or Thomas Cameron!)
• Turned on by good acting in porn films
• Turned on by CP (riding crop and cane) over jodhpurs
• Turned on by manipulation roleplays
• Turned on by darker fantasies

(Actually, to be honest, I didn’t realize this was a “darker fantasy,” but it seems to be one of the “nastier” ones on the Dreams Of Spanking site! I’m afraid that if people use fantasies from my dirty mind, that’s just how it’s going to end up! Also, it has been called “1970′s porn-like.” Hrm. I’m afraid my fantasies also all generally run in that direction, too! Although the range is from “Victorian porn-like” to “Blushes Magazine porn-like”! It’s just how I roll!)

Originally posted on 16th Feb 2009.

Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with Mr Defeu, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for Mr Defeu’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely (if perhaps surreal) time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of Mr Defeu’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

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Mr Defeu and I have become utterly addicted to Midsomer Murders. Last night we were watching “Tainted Fruit” (Midsomer Murders Season 4 #1, Episode 19), and Mr Defeu had to rewind so we could watch a bottom get slapped! (In the image above, the reason she’s looking at him like that, and why her skirt has movement in it, is that he’s just slapped her bottom — and that’s the woman he’s just proposed to, watching from the door!

(It’s about 9 minutes in…)

Of course, we weren’t actually surprised or anything — Midsomer Murders is, after all, known for the kinky sex that they manage to work into every episode, either as a main plot device or an amusing side note. In Midsomer Murders Season 3 #2, Episode 11) “Blue Herrings”, we see full-on kink!

Anyway, the great thing about this show is that the kink (no matter how squicky — see the first episode for that!) is presented in a “well, that’s life” kind of manner, and one of the characters, Detective Sergeant Gavin Troy, is played as being a bit homophobic and closed-minded — and is teased and treated as a prudish ol’ stick-in-the-mud by Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Anyway, it’s a great show, and the occasional spank shows up to perk up any spanko viewers. (Also, as if just to make Mr Defeu a happy man, there is almost always a girl in equestrienne garb in every episode!)

My Master I and went away last weekend for a romantic get-away that had been orchestrated and provided by one of his oldest friends. And what a friend! He got us an amazing house with this incredible view of the ocean, leant us his car (leaving himself without wheels), and then took us out to dinner two nights in a row (the second night to a decidedly not cheap restaurant, that my Master and I just happen to really, really like.)

So, there we are in a lovely part of California, having romantic walks on the beach (and thus seeing a dolphin leaping out of the water!), eating leisurely late breakfasts while watching the ocean, etc.

So of course, a special scene was called for!

One of my jobs as a slave is to pack for my Master. Since I have screwed up this task on two memorable recent occasions (last October, when I forgot to pack him any socks when we went to England, and last December, when I forgot to pack his party clothes for the New Year’s Eve party in New York) my task has been upgraded to making a list (and checking it twice!) as well as packing for him. I was quite desperate to get things right for this trip, so the list was made, checked about ten times, and then I even put it in the suitcase!

Also in the suitcase was: the slapper crop, the punishment paddle (and punishment shorts), penis gag, and lube. Oh, and a schoolgirl uniform – don’t leave home without one!

On Sunday afternoon he had me dress in the schoolgirl outfit, and the real fun began!
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Firstly, I want to welcome readers coming from Chross’s Blog, and thank him for the link!  If any of you want to see anything specific over here, just leave a comment and I will endevour to oblige! 

Today’s my Master’s birthday, and so you know what that means!  A birthday caning!  (My Master doesn’t do anything by halves!)  Since he’s a guy, and they only get better as they age, I can announce that I got 44 strokes.  Some from the Junior cane, and the rest from the Senior cane.  He was feeling very experimental today, and I got some with the traditional pause in between, but at other times he’d say things like, “Okay, now I’m going to give you twelve quick ones.”  At which point I just buried my head in the bed covers (I was bent over the side of the bed) and didn’t breath ’till it was over (which does keep me from making noise, although one day I may well pass out mid-caning!)  I must say that I took the caning pretty darn well, and made almost no noise at all, barely moved, and was otherwise the model for how to take a caning. 

The reason for this (I think) is because I took way more on Sunday.  The more often I’m disciplined, the better I take it.  Hell, the more often I’m disciplined, the better everything in my life is.  I really need it.  Now that my Master has introduced me to this life, this way of living, there is no going back for me.  I couldn’t ever be happy in a non-discipline-based relationship ever again.  I’ve honestly been looking for this since about age five, although I didn’t know it until I met my Master.  I knew I was a pervert by age 17, but I never comprehended what exactly it was I needed until my Master took his cane to my bottom.  Then, in a sudden flash of pain and joy, everything became clear to me.

Anyway, after the caning, it was time for the rumpy-pumpy.  He’s been putting me in that position where I’m on my back on the bed, with my bum right up at the edge, and my ankles either around his ears or pushed out and back in an angle that yogis take years to accomplish.  It’s really lovely, because he can look down and see himself thrusting in and out of me, and I can lift my head and see it too (when I’m not looking into his eyes to see the lust there, or not seeing anything because my eyes are closed while I have a screaming orgasm.)  But that’s not even the new favorite position!

Last Sunday we had another wonderful scene, which is funny, because that’s the day my period started, so that day is usually blocked out for a miscommunication, some tears on my part, and then a comforting snuggle once we get things sorted.  But this period has been really painless.  I think it’s actually thanks to my dear friend kaya, who almost broke up with her Master, and that scared the hell out of me, so I was pathetically grateful to my Master the whole weekend, just for keeping me around!  (And we were both so happy that kaya’s Master and she have fixed it all up — yay!)

So, anyway, my Master and I were watching TV, and I went off to go to the bathroom, and when I came back he was gone.  I walked into the bedroom, and he was on the bed naked, and I felt that rush of adrenaline up my spine that happens when I know I’m about to be in serious pain-and-pleasure.

He had me get on the bed, and then he started hitting my bottom with something new … something amazing!  He says it’s called a “jockey bat,” but it looks like what they have on The StockRoom as “The Slapper Crop.”

I don’t know how many times he hit me, but when he stopped I almost begged him, “No, please — don’t stop!”

But it was okay, because he went on to pull out a huge variety of dressage whips and went to town on my ass and thighs. I was making whole new noises (of the “aiiii-eeee!” variety) and bouncing around like a … well, like a horse doing dressage, really. No wonder they prance like that!

When he stopped that, I looked up shyly and asked: “Um, Sir? That thing you started with…? Could you do some more with that, please?” He was delighted, and a long period of (very intense) happiness on both our parts followed.
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