Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Well, Sunday evening’s scene (the picture went up yesturday) was intense! Some other synonyms of that word work well: strong, powerful, forceful, deep, passionate, severe, etc.

It started with the School Uniform Review that my Master had requested some time back, and we both finally had the right amount of time and energy to devote to it.

From memory, I have:

• Three jumpers/pinafores: blue, green, grey. These fit well.
• Skirts in blue, green, grey, and black in varying lengths and styles (from gym skirts to more formal ones) – all have problems that my waist-to-hip ratio is greater than they seem to expect a “schoolgirl’s” to be, which is silly because I am pretty sure I’ve been this size/shape since I was about 16/17. We bought them to fit my waist, which they do, but they’re too tight around the hips. We’ve decided a number of them need to be replaced with the size larger and cut down to fit me. (I’ll be agitating on making all of them shorter, too, but my Master is a pure pervert and likes the longer lengths for reality’s sake or something nasty like that!)
• Blazers in blue, green, grey, and black, the first three have a loose fit; the last has a tailored fit.
• Sweaters in blue, green, grey, and black.
• White shirts in long sleeve and short sleeve. I prefer the fitted ones from Bhs, and would love to replace the old baggy ones from John Lewis!
• Knickers in blue, green, grey, white, maroon, and some cutesy patterned little girl ones. Both cotton and those nasty nylon ones he adores so. 90% in the “high waist, modest leg” fit that I think looks about as sexy as a dead squirrel, and he just adores. It’s the main source of humiliation in my life, and he is really quite unsubtle about enjoying it.
• “Punishment shorts” in blue, green, black, and white, varying from “short shorts,” to knee length. Varying mix of cotton/spandex, or that is, matte/shine.
• Ties and those cute little cross ties that snap on, in varying colours and solids/stripes.
• Socks in white, green, and blue, varying lengths. Tights in blue, green, black and white. Some white and black stockings and matching garter belts, for the older schoolgirl.

Is there any doubt left in anyone’s mind that we are perverts? Thorough perverts and thoroughly perverted!

After much trying on and taking off and trying on again, I ended up in (only) a pair of blue cotton knickers and white over-the-knee socks, over his knee for a spanking. Spanking progresses from “brisk” to “hold on for the ride!” and then he pronounces that the panties are “too loose.” He likes them so tight that my skin bulges out from the elastic. ICK! Someone explain to me how or why that is sexy!

So, on with a tighter pair of knickers. Which we have. Don’t ask how many pairs of knickers there are. He of course needs to start the spanking over again, obviously.

He then tells me that I’ve been a good girl, so I may suggest the next implement he’ll use on me. If he likes the suggestion he’ll go with it. I put forward the slipper and then the belt (because I’m a masochist like that!).

The slipper and the belt are a study in opposites. The slipper looks innocuous, and by all lights it should be just an extension of a spanking. But those slippers are evil, stingy things, and I can’t help but bounce around when he thwacks me with them. He put first one of my legs under his own, then he had to put both underneath, because I was flailing around like a drowning person – as indeed I was: a girl drowning in pain! However, for all the horrible pain they produce, I don’t think the slipper does much actual damage to my bot.

The belt, on the other hand, I just adore. He can bring his arm back all the way for maximum force, and when the belt hits, I always hear the WHUMP! sound it makes and wince, but then as the sensation spreads through me, I think, “Well that’s not so bad at all! Yummm, that’s going right to the pussy, that is!” The noises I make are indicative of this: I make almost growly cries as the belt hits, which I maintain are just the wave of kinetic energy passing from my bottom through my body, which turn into moans of pleasure as my mind processes the pain, and then perhaps a certain amount of aroused hip-movement, but nothing like the frantic wriggling of the slipper. But, looking at my bottom, and feeling how it feels today, I can say with some surety that the belt does some damage to my flesh.

The worst thing about when your Master lets you choose is that you invariably pick something just as horrible, or worse, than he would pick for you! Once, in one of our earliest scenes, the bastard my Master put the whole selection of “toys,” he’d brought with him in front of me, and had me pick three. I didn’t know enough about them to make informed choices, and I also didn’t want to be seen picking the lightest implements, but didn’t want to get the evilest ones, either! He watched with a smirk as I made my fateful choices, and then, after I’d tentatively set three aside, he said, “Oh, really, those are the ones you want?”

“Um, uhhh, did I choose the worst?” I quavered.

“Well, they’re not what I’d have chosen!” he replied, leaving me as much in the dark but infinitely more terrified, and proceeded to use all of them mercilessly on me.

I’d had the slipper over his knee at the edge of the bed, and then he had me lay flat on the bed for the belt (so he could get the best swinging force for the target, I’m sure), and then, that done with, he told me to lay over the edge of the bed on my own, and got down a cane.
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There’s a few unrelated things I’m tossing together in this post…

First, an amusing quote from Abel & Haron:

I love that there was a statue with such specialised miracle powers. ‘The statue is not amused! Thrash them harder!’

Next, an amusing bit of Lolkat-ese from kaya:

Domming. He’s doing it wrong!

Finally, here’s some pictures from Friday night. My Master and I went out to a combination art show and bondage performance. I’m sitting in the background in a number of these pictures, and in all of them, I manage not to be looking at the performance (and I look bored out of my mind, as well!) Really, it was a lovely and unique performance (the rigger suspended the model — and they were BOTH wearing blindfolds!) and I had a great time seeing Lochai , Miss Maggie Mayhem, Thomas Roche, and a number of other cool friends — just perfect to see friends and have a little taste of the local kink scene before going home and dealing with family!

Oh! And since I’m actually posting on a Sunday (my Master is lost to the world, working on the new server he’s building), I get to join in with the My Bottom Smarts Spanko Brunch #153. The question today is:

Have you any special spanking-related plans or wishes for this holiday season? Are there any noteworthy gifts or events in your plans? If not, what would you like to be getting or doing?

Well, we will be stuck at my parent’s house for Christmas, so any spankings that occur will have to be done very quietly – and I’m not generally known for being quiet, so if he does spank me, he has to gruffly order me not to make any noise – and I have to beg to stuff my face in a pillow!

This year there are no directly-related spanking gifts – when we have those, we open them at home before we leave (and of course, try them out!)

One of the best I’ve ever given him was a Weighted Bookmark that has the words, “Regard the weight of words rather than their number” (Cicero) stamped in the leather. I figured it applied not just to words, but to spanks, as well! It’s a good, if nasty, little spanking tool, and very portable – yet is not obviously a spanking implement (except to spankos, who would never use it for anything else!)

But, happily, we will be home in time for New Years, and my perfect way to celebrate it would be for us to drink a lot of champagne (several bottles of our favorite brand have already been laid in!) and have sex and spankings all night long – how better to ring in the New Year?!

WARNING: What follows after this cut is explicit and filthy. That is, moreso than usual!

If you do not want to read about anal sex and piss play, in lurid detail, now is a good time to look back over some other posts I’ve done, or visit a website that features nothing but anal sex or just some nice bondage and kinky sex.

If you’re a close friend of mine, and don’t want TMI, this is NOT the post for you! On the other hand, friends who are filthy perverts and don’t have any problem with knowing such intimate details are welcome! Just don’t say I didn’t warn you! (Not that you can’t stop reading at any time, of course, and the first few paragraphs, and the final few, are “safe.”)
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I always miss the MBS Spanko Brunch over at My Bottom Smarts, because Mr Defeu and I always spend that day doing stuff: either running errands and doing stuff around the house, or doing kinky things that I get to blog about the next day. Anyway, I’m not on the computer much that day, so I miss out on all the Brunchly fun. Recently, Bonnie’s been putting up questions I’ve really been sorry to miss out on. So, I’m just going to belatedly jump in on the action…

Yesterday’s question was:

Do you publish a spanking-oriented blog? If so, what is it about blogging that you enjoy? What is the biggest negative? How does blogging impact the rest of your life?

Obviously, I publish a spanking-oriented blog. I’ve been doing kink-oriented blogging since 2001, when my dear friend Tamsyn sucked me into the LiveJournal universe. LJverse? Anyway, I loved it there, and blogged my little heart out about what was then happening in my life: I was together with A., and we were having all sorts of kinky adventures that we chronicled on DarkPlay.net ; my blog gave me a place to write about the shoots we were doing, and the inspirations that were behind them, and the funny things that happened during them, etc. Also, because it had a “friends only,” mode, I could write more private posts that only my nearest and dearest could read.

That’s how I fell in love with blogging. I remember before then, having a journal online seemed like such a strange idea! Why would you put down your innermost thoughts for all to see? Now, everyone and their brother’s cousin’s aunt are frantically pouring forth their experiences, dreams, and rants.

And the sexy blogging took off just as fast. The minute someone realised they could have an anonymous blog, suddenly there were sex blogs whooshing across the net like wildfire.

I tried having an anonymous journal for a while, when I first got together with Mr Defeu. A. and I had had the world’s most painful break-up, and we were still trying to be friends, and she still read my journal, so I didn’t want to rub my happiness, and my new sexual adventuring, in her face. So I tried just having a new journal, an anonymous one, because I really wanted to write about all this amazing stuff that was happening to me — and I didn’t feel I could write about it in my old journal anymore.
But then the journal started getting interest, and I was really proud of it, and wanted the writing I was doing associated with my name. At the same time, LiveJournal started instituting some nasty censorship policies … and so it seemed clear it was time to move to a new home, where I could put my real name on my words, without any censorship, for any reason (self or otherwise imposed).

It was hard to leave the LJ communities at first — I felt very alone, out in the blogosphere by myself. But I started making friends, like dear Paul, and getting readers who commented, and in the end, this is actually much better than LJ, for me, and I wish I’d just always had this blog.

There’s no way to really explain what I like about blogging — I think the word is “everything.” I’m a writer, so I love writing. I love reading, and making friends with other bloggers — and getting to know people from their words and thoughts, even though I might have no idea what they look like, or even who they are. And I love exposing myself this way. If I’m any kind of exhibitionist, I’m a word-exhibitionist. I don’t mind baring my body, but I love baring my soul.

There aren’t really any negatives for me. And as for how it effects my life … well, I try to write a blog post as often as I can, so it’s a pretty huge part of my life. I try to respond in a timely manner to the people who are kind enough to leave comments, and I work on keeping the design snazzy and fun, and looking around for stuff that will interest people. I think I’d have to actually get sucked into the computer (like in Tron!) for it to have any more impact on my life!

Oh, and of course, Mr Defeu and I have to think of things like taking a picture of my bottom before and after a spanking, so it also adds a certain element of fun, beyond the fact that I already enjoy it immensely!

Previously…

The incident with the horse and the spanking taught me that I needed to be much more careful. It became more and more difficult to avoid being alone with Mel, it started to feel like a rather macabre dance. Mel’s parents certainly noticed; I overheard Mel’s mum telling her to give me a little space.

University kept me busy and out of reach of Mel; I told her that I would move if she continued to come into the garage. She ceased doing that – she wasn’t a bad girl; it was just a difficult time for both of us.

But it wasn’t all hard: we went to the pictures, and on bike rides, and, as the other children got bigger, a little pony trekking.

Her brother and sister acted all unconsciously as wonderful chaperones, although Mel knew exactly what I was doing and didn’t like it. Mel was nearly sixteen and hot to trot, her body was making demands that her mind and emotions couldn’t really cope with.

When I looked at Mel, my body was also making demands! By this time Mel was fully physically developed as a female, and she had all the wiles of Eve. There were times when it was necessary for me to do the necessary four or five times a day.

A troubling habit she developed when swimming with me and the family, and no-one was looking, was that she would let a breast pop out of the top of her suit; she was often rewarded with a couple of hard swats on her suit bottom! But I soon realised that it was indeed a reward and instead ignored her. Once I spotted her coming out of her mum’s sowing room; she looked upset, she disappeared upstairs … and after that she never flashed me again. She told me after we were married that she had flashed me, and I hadn’t noticed, but her mum had! Mum never spanked, but the telling off she received was worse than a spanking for a nearly-sixteen year old!

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