Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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One of the best parts of my trip to Australia (and one of the things I was really looking forward to the most) was finally meeting the fabulous folks over at I Shot Myself , and getting to work with them.

The ISM headquarters are well appointed and full of sexy people – I only got to spend a little time with them, but it makes me wish I lived there and could work for ISM!

After we were shown around the offices and studios, it was time for the show! The one my Master and I were putting on, that is! Mr. Feck himself had kindly taken time to give us the grand tour, and shoot our video!

We’d had some discussion of it, and it was decided that he would give me a spanking, and then “force” me to have some orgasms. Oh, poor me! Well, that original idea was expanded upon, and suddenly there I was, in a little plaid skirt and flowered knickers, and a cute white shirt (no bra), crawling over to him, to be put over his knee!

Mr. Feck had suggested that my Master spank me “for 10 or 20 minutes.” Well, my Master not being a man who does things by halves, I got a 20 minute spanking, with very few pauses!

Again, oh, poor me! This was so wonderful for me, because I just adore spanking. It’s really pretty impossible for me to see it as a punishment, because it’s so much fun, and the pain is more in the “fun” part of the spectrum than other things (the cane, tawse, and most especially the paddle) which are more at the “oh fuck that hurts!” side.

And my Master seldom gives very long spankings. At least, I don’t perceive them as long! (I’ve a couple times said sadly, “Oh! Is it over…?” when he stopped spanking me, only to find I’d had over 200 whacks. I think my sense of time gets messed with!) He loves spanking me, but he also wants to do other stuff, so sessions tend to involve spanking, caning, a lick of the tawse, a bit of slippering – all interspersed with blowjobs and sex and etc.

So I’d never had 20 solid minutes of spanking before. It was glorious! Although I do have to say that the last five minutes or so were pretty intense. I felt like my bottom was truly being “blistered,” the heat had built up so, and each spank made the fires rage higher.

It got me so aroused that when he fingered my pussy, it made very wet sounds. And there was a camera trained right on it, so I’m sure the liquid evidence of my arousal was glistening in the lights!

Speaking of light, we had to do creative lighting so my Master’s face wasn’t showing. So Mr. Feck came up with this beautiful lighting set-up, where my Master is this ominous shadow man, his arm raising out of the darkness to spank me. How hot is that?!

After the spanking (in which he made me come from spanking numerous times) there was the finger-fucking part of the video. He made me come so much that my throat was all scratchy and sore afterwards!

After all this “hard work,” Mr. Feck and two of the lovelies from the office (who were not just lovely, but also deeply intelligent and so much fun to talk to) took us out for dinner. I think the people in the restaurant were very glad to see us leave, some hours later, because we had discussions about every aspect of sex and porn, in vivid detail, and we were not discreetly lowering our voices at all.

We walked back to the studio through the suddenly cold evening, and then shot what will be the opening of the video. I won’t give it away, but it’s hilarious and was really fun to shoot, and I think I should win an Oscar for it!

The video is going to go up on I Feel Myself — although I don’t know when, yet. I’ll let you lot know when I find out. In the meantime, I already have a video up there, which involves hot pink very tight spandex leggings, and a vibrator….

And now we know why he stays up at the north pole all the rest of the year … this young lady can certainly keep him warm!

(I know, I know, the spanking is very silly. But what do you expect on YouTube? And it does get the Christmas spirit going, I think!)

Only 15 days ’till Christmas/Yule! Even fewer days ’till Hanukkah starts! (The 21st this year, which also happens to be the winter solstice.) Are you ready…?

I cannot believe I missed Abel and Haron’s post about Roman punishments for wives! How hot! (Whenever a lover has said anything in Latin to me, I’ve just melted to the floor in a puddle of lust. Dead languages are so hot, and Latin has that extra patina of sexiness because of the associations with the church, and say, the Inquisition….)

It reminds me of a fantasy I have about my Master, but it’s just part of a larger, long-running fantasy. It basically has us being reborn into the same roles over and over again throughout the ages.

It starts with us as cave-people. My Master is the Alpha male of the tribe (naturally!) and he kidnaps me from another tribe, and makes me his cave-slave. There’s much hair-grabbing and rough-handling in this fantasy, and my Master basically gets to invent spanking. Good times!

Then it jumps forward to Babylonian times. My Master is a Hammurabi-like ruler, and I am his new wife (Wikipedia says: “Marriage Law in Ancient Mesopotamia very much resembled property law. As discerned from Hammurabi’s Code, wives were bought and sold in a manner very much resembling slavery. The legal institution of marriage, its rules and ramifications, show that in the Mesopotamian world, marriage and slavery were legal cousins.”) I don’t show him the respect he deserves, perhaps I even try to escape, and it’s of course all taken out on my bottom, with rough, “you’re mine” sex to follow!

Jump to early Greece: I’m a flute-girl owned by my Master. I get in trouble at a symposium, and he, being well into his cups, chooses to discipline me in front of the whole party. (In some variations, then he offers me up to them all….)

Jump to Rome. (The Roman fantasy I’ve already shared!)

Jump to Medieval times (also already shared this Medieval fantasy!)

Then there’s the Harem fantasy. I really don’t need to go into the details: you can all guess them! (Especially Paul!)

After having read a book about Tamerlane, there’s now in the mix a fantasy about me getting stolen by the Golden Hoard and made a sex-slave to their War-Lord….

Then there’s the pirate fantasy. (My Master looks strangely like Johnny Depp for this one. I wonder why…?) The gist of this is that I’m the only woman being transported on a boat, say sometime in early Victorian era. Pirates take over, the pirate captain keeps me for himself. But I, being a girl of strong virtue [coughs] resist his crude advances. So he just forces himself upon me, with floggings and strappings to keep me compliant. And lots of anal sex. For some reason, I always think pirates really go for the anal sex!

Then, of course, we get to the Victorian/Edwardian eras. That keeps me busy for quite a while!

That’s about as modern as I get. And of course, I’m skipping huge chunks of history. I’d love to hear any suggestions to either fill in, or take the story forward….

(Also, if anyone wants to see any of the above fantasies “fleshed out” a bit more, I’d be happy to turn them into actual erotica. Just ask!)

Oh, the cheek of it!
(By Christopher Middleton, Sunday London Times, April, 27, 1997)

The news that Elizabeth Hurley is partial to a bit of spanking has sent a warm glow of excitement across the cheeks of her admirers. As well as unveiling a whole new range of career opportunities ­ the face of Estée Lauder, the bottom of Andrex Supersoft ­ the story has come as a revelation to those who thought spanking was the sole province of naughty old Home Counties colonels and girls in jodhpurs.

According to Los Angeles, a Hollywood-based magazine, Hurley belongs to a group of racy English expats nicknamed the Viles, for whom spanking beats the pants off other party games. Of an evening, when they’re all premiered out, the Viles apparently go round to each other’s houses and take turns to bend over a sofa, baring their glutei maximi to the others. The object of the game is for the spankee to guess the identity of the spanker. You can imagine the fun they have.

[Ed note: If I may interrupt, I hope she got a real good spanking for this movie!]

Come Christmas, the Viles all return en masse to England and regroup for their annual party, hosted by Hurley’s big pal Henry Dent-Brocklehurst at Sudeley Castle. And, of course, this bash would be incomplete without an obligatory round of the Spanking Game. “Silly and naughty,” is how Hurley describes it. “For people who don’t take themselves too seriously,” says Dent-Brocklehurst.

For people who’ve been to Eton, too, says Cynthia Payne, the celebrated former madam, whose experience led her to the conclusion that most spanking enthusiasts have a public school background. “You can tell they got a taste for it along with all the cold showers,” she says. “A lot of the time they like to dress up in school uniform, too.”

Nevertheless, it’s not just toffs who like a firm hand on their behind. According to the anthropologist and author Ted Polhemus, the pleasure that can be derived from a spanking session is available to all.

[Ed note: This is just a random upskirt shot of Liz Hurley, which I added simply for aesthetic reasons...]

“The pain triggers the release of opiate-like chemicals in the brain that have the effect of producing an endorphin high,” he says. “The person who seeks to re-create it on a regular basis can be categorised as an endorphin junkie.”

According to the psychologist Dr Glenn Wilson, it may not be matron who first gets boys interested in smacking, but mother. “My theory is that your critical experiences before the age of three go into determining what will be your sexual turn-on as an adult,” he says. “And although you might not
actually enjoy being spanked as a child, the vividness of the experience will impose itself on your blueprint ­ and in later life you will want to re-create it.

[Ed note: I was not spanked as a child, even once. But I was interested in it from earliest memory!]

“Another school of thought says that the appeal of bottom-smacking goes back to the days when we were apes, and having a red bottom was a mark of sexual attraction.”

Ah, so that’s why Hurley’s production company is called Simian Films. These days, though, spanking is spread across a much wider social spectrum than just apes and aristocrats.

“There’s a lot more of it going on than you might imagine,” says Dr Patrick Magee, a sexual-behaviour expert based at the Bolton Institute. “There is even some evidence that the role-playing and dramaturgic elements of spanking can have calming, therapeutic effects upon the people who engage
in it.”

Perhaps this is why so many high-flyers indulge. Emma and Michael are city lawyers who met at a client’s drinks party last year. “Michael and I went out on a few dates,” says Emma. “He seemed like your regular kind of guy ­hard-working, intelligent and into football and the opera. One day I was
dressing a salad in the kitchen. I leant over to reach for the olive oil and felt a sharp slap on my backside. It definitely wasn’t just a friendly pat. That was when he first admitted he was into spanking. I suppose he could have worse foibles.”

James, a merchant banker, recalls being invited to a party by a colleague. “Everyone seemed to know one another,” he says. “So I was the only one to look shocked when it was suggested that they take turns to spank me. At first I refused, but the whole room began booing and hissing. I decided it
was easier just to get on with it. It was incredibly humiliating for me, but they all seemed to enjoy themselves mightily.”

[Ed note: What a bore "James" is!]

While most spankers prefer to use their hands, others invest in specialised equipment, made by the likes of RGL designs, a company based in Nelson, Lancashire.

“A lot of people go for a big leather paddle,” says Martin Page, RGL’s managing director. “Spanking with the bare hand can often be quite unsatisfactory. Basically, the woman doesn’t hit the man hard enough for him to feel it, and when she does, she’s liable to damage her hand in the process.” Page has more than 19,000 names on his mailing list.

Spanking is now big business: scores of firms in Britain sell mail-order “light corrective” equipment. There’s Fetters in London, Wendy Jane in Cambridgeshire, and, if you are in Plymouth, why not stop off at Westward Bound for all your spanking needs? But it is in North America that the sound of spanking is at its loudest. There is even an Academy of Punishment in Menlo Park, California. So institutionalised is rump-whacking that, rather like hairdressing salons in Britain, the businesses all have jokey names. In
Chicago, therefore, you can buy equipment at the House of Thwacks; and in Vancouver, you can stay at the picturesque Payne Manor.

Hurley and friends aside, the signs are that spanking is now making its mark on mainstream UK society. This year sees the release of a British film called Preaching To The Perverted , all about the rubber and bottom scene.
It’s directed by Stuart Urban (An Ungentlemanly Act) and stars Tom Bell, Sue Johnston, and the dark-haired actress from the Peugeot 106 ad (Julie Graham) as a PVC-clad dominatrix.

So discerning have Britain’s bottom-smackers become that there is now even a sort of Which? guide to the best spank-practitioners, called Domina Directory. You can also buy any number of glossy magazines on the subject, one of which, Skin Two, claims 30,000 readers per issue. Now that smacks of success.

UPDATE: The American Spanking Society has a lovely article about Liz’s spanko tendancies, which they have kindly shared!

My Master and I had an impromtu shoot at 2AM, after the Broken Door was shut down by the police, and I figured you lot would enjoy seeing me in a PVC spanking dress and matching thigh-high boots…

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