Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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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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This would have been an “Educational Video Report” for Mr Defeu, except that I didn’t get to write it for him, due to being overworked by the jobby-job, and then, on Sunday, we watched the video together, from the CD of “Educational Videos” he made me over a year ago (how time flies!)

I must say, “Dr. Zubatski’s Treatment X is the best video of the bunch. The actors are hot (well, the girl, albeit very cute with a nice ass, does have scary “high hair” from the 80’s, but one soon begins to overlook it as the action commences…) and they are really “in character.”
The action progresses well, from light spanking to heavy spanking, to what I think was a martinet, to riding crop, to cane. And the pair are very comfortable with each other. I would assume they were a real-life couple, even.

I enjoyed the video so much that I didn’t make it to the end before masturbating to orgasm, last week while Mr Defeu was away.

Once he got home, I had an idea….

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I like the word of the day…

pervicacious \puhr-vih-KAY-shuhs\, adjective:
Refusing to change one’s ideas, behavior, etc.; stubborn; obstinate.

When it comes to being a perv, I am pervicacious!

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This week has been so crazy busy that today I am spending the day in bed with work and reading the wonderful erotic comic collection:  Lost Girls

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Monday I flew HOME — back to SF, that is, and back to my Master.  I’m still sick and untreated, but I didn’t care one whit — my whole focus was on getting back where I belong (and on the other side of the continent from my family!)Monday night = lots of sex.  Spandex bondage sleep sacks are gooooood.  Really very good.  Especially when those convenient zippers are un-zipped….Tuesday I spent the day cleaning the house, as I was way too unfocused to work, and the house was getting along to a disaster.  And shopping to re-supply food needs and cook a nice dinner for my Master (remind me to post the recipe for the salad I made!) and then catch up on some TV watching:  the first episode of House M.D. season three, and the Roast of William Shatner!

Wednesday I had so much to do!  Get to the gym to restart my work-out schedule and help with jet-lag.  Catch up on work.  Pop down to Dark Garden for some foundation garments for my Rubber Ball costume.  Make dinner.  These were framed by sex in the morning, and then a hot spanking scene in the evening!  I slept like a very happy log after that.

So today is about resting, resting, resting.  In the evening my Master and I are going out to celebrate Bear’s birthday.  And then … after we get back … my Master has promised that I will be getting re-acquainted with a tawse….

Right now I am dressed as per my Master’s specifications (a blue leotard and blue uniform sport’s skirt) and I have just shaved my body and put on some make-up which, I hope, will soon be all smudged from crying and my face in a pillow.

I am just waiting for him to come home.  I’m supposed to be doing some work right now, but I’m too excited to focus.  He has threatened/promised me the strap.  This is gonna hurt….

I wish Sundays lasted forever…

Right now my Master is napping in the bedroom, with the cool breezes playing over him from the opened-to-summer window.  I’ll join him when I’m done with this….

The weekend threatened to suck, but was salvaged by him being so wonderful.

Friday night I felt a sore throat coming on — yes, again.  I fought off the last one (which was last month) but I dreaded getting sick yet again this spring, considering that I spent over a month in illness-hell in February/March.

I was all fatigued and emotional Friday night, but my Master took such good care of me.  He made me feel loved and safe and cared-for.  He read me a sexy story (yup, he knows what makes me feel better!) and, when it gave me masochist cravings, gave me a short caning — knowing just what I could take.

And when I had insomnia, he held me while I cried a bit and then helped me fall asleep.

[sighs happily, listening to his deep-sleep-breathing from the other room]

Saturday I was supposed to help him work security and kitten-herding at the Pagan Pride Parade in Berekley.  But my throat wasn’t much better and I had to stay home in bed (feeling horribly guilty for not being able to help him out.)  But he came home bearing yummies from the farmer’s market:  artichokes and sesame-ginger smoked salmon, goat brie and goat cheddar, lovely mushrooms, and fresh-baked wheat-free bread for me.  I was feeling better from my hours of rest, and we had tea right away, eating the cheeses and bread with much appetite.

Then we had a restful afternoon, and watched House M.D. (to which we are currently quite addicted!) with a dinner of the artichokes and salmon.

Then, to my surprise, he knew just when “Stick It” was playing, and took me out to the movies!  What a happy girl I was!  And they had warm chocolate chip cookies at the theatre!  If you had any doubts about seeing “Stick It” you can forget them entirely — it rocks the known universe.  It is now officially my favorite film in the world.  It is pure tight-spandex-leotard bliss.  Who knew you could get away with that many butt and crotch shots?  Wheee!

And today, wonderful-ness.  After a very good night’s sleep, we had a leisurely breakfast of sauteed mushrooms over toast, and then I did some graphic design work, and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom while he put up the new blinds in the Great Room and more glass shelves in the kitchen.  Just working together on the house, occasionally chatting but mostly working in comfortable silence, was like living in this pearlescent domestic dream-bubble.  And while boxes are still lying about, the ugly-ass old blinds are gone, and sleek new ones cover the windows.  Slowly, comfortably, this is becoming our home.