Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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(The results of Friday night at Shadowlane. See below for how those marks got there!)

For me, Shadowlane is about friends. It is also about spanking, but I’m afraid my account of the best spanking party in the U.S. is simply not going to be as exciting as some of the bottoms who spend the party going from lap to lap.

Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course – they are just in a different place from me. Some of them may not have spanking in their lives all the rest of the time, and this is their big weekend to play and get in experiences to keep them going for another dreary year. Or some are eager newbies, wanting to taste every experience, and taste it now. Or some other equally valid explanation. Whatever, if you want a scene report that is just the non-stop spankathon that can be one’s Shadowlane experience, go sort through other blog posts here.

A friend asked me what I was into (I was burbling excitedly to him about rope bondage at the time) and I think it bears a little explanation, since I’m always considering it and having new realisations, myself.
As many of you know, I started in the dungeon. I got into BDSM in college, having been handed Pat Califia’s Macho Sluts by a girl I really wanted to sleep with. (I did eventually sleep with her. And do kinky things with her. And make porn with her. We had a very useful friendship!) I joined the “Younger Generation” BDSM group, and spent my time learning the best sort of candles to use for wax play, how to properly coil rope for rope bondage, how to season a single-tail so it cracks best, and how to wrap someone in saran wrap and then make convenient slits and slide ice cubes in and make them scream and squirm. (Okay, that last bit came naturally!)

The dungeon is really a useful place. To this day, I can show you how best to set me on fire (very temporarily!) for the prettiness and adrenalin rush of it. But what it did not do was help me find my way to my “core kink”, as it were. I took classes on everything – it was sort of assumed you wanted to learn everything, from where to hit on someone’s bum, to how to get a fist up there as well! And I, caught up in the thrill of kinky excitement, just went along for the marvellous ride.

I think people were supposed to find their “thing” along the way. But, for many years, I just bounced around, trying everything at least once, “Jacqueline of all trades, mistress of none.”

A funny thing that came out of that is that, for the longest time, I just decided I was “not a masochist“. Pain turned out to hurt, you see, and without the drive of a core kink, it just really didn’t seem worth it. I had nothing to help me through the pain of a beating, so I just avoided them. The pains of rope bondage had a reward (the attention you get as you are tied and untied, the admiration you get for holding a hard bondage position, and usually pictures of yourself looking hot and sexy in the ropes.

I had decided that I only liked “thuddy” pain. (I think this was a way to get only nice safe floggers used on me, or some such.) Amusingly, a professional dominatrix friend then told me that if I didn’t like stingy pain, I wouldn’t ever enjoy a caning. And I have to seriously thank her for that! Because it meant that Mr Defeu was the first person to cane me. And being able to have that “cherry” for him to pop meant so terribly much to both of us!

Now that Mr Defeu has come up, it’s really time to leave the dungeon for the headmaster’s office. Because when he handed me a stack of Januses (Janii?) – in between the first time he spanked me and our first date! – that’s when my core kink came suddenly, completely into focus.
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Today’s post comes to you from Vanillaland, to make you chuckle!

As many of you are probably aware, Dan Savage does a wonderful sex advice column. This week’s topic was right up our alley (us pervs who live up Kinky Alley, that is!) but it all comes about because vanilla people can get easily confused about those things which we spend all our time thinking!

I’m stumped, Dan. In the novel Fifty Shades of Grey, which has been the subject of much discussion due to its controversial subject matter (a young woman gets involved in a BDSM relationship), the term “canning” is used numerous times. Despite my best efforts, I cannot find a definition for this practice. Who else can I turn to but you?

Confused And Naive, New Era Definition

It’s not canning (“a method of preserving food in which the food contents are processed and sealed in an airtight container”), it’s caning (“a form of corporal punishment consisting of a number of hits with a single cane usually made of rattan”).

I don’t know if the author of Fifty Shades of Grey dropped that extra “n” in there, CANNED, or if you did. But here’s hoping that millions of women all over the world aren’t fantasizing about having themselves canned by kinky billionaires. A person can survive—a person can even enjoy—a good thrashing. But being sealed in an airtight container? Not so much.
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I was looking over the site stats before I did today’s post, and I noticed that more people come here looking for “bottle green knickers” than they do for “blue knickers”. Which means that I really have to do more shoots wearing bottle green regulation knickers — not a problem, because Mr Defeu and I have plenty of them. The main problem is finding the time to do shoots! (Actually, I don’t have any grey knicks. Something must be done about that, because I think those are the sexiest — to me!)

There were some other search terms that should decidedly make more appearance on this blog, preferably in photographic or video form!

• Victorian spanking horse
• caned over the desk
• erotic leather glove

I really want to be spanked more by tops wearing leather gloves! I just think that is so, well, um, as the search term would have, erotic! Leather gloves add an air of elegant menace that I find sexy down to the core.

But, you’re all really here for the pictures, aren’t you? I’ll stop burbling and let you get to those, then!

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As you may have noticed, there was a period of time there where I wasn’t able to update this blog. I’m happy that’s all done, now, and I can be back in the happy spankosphere!

In the time in which I was unavoidably detained, a whole bunch of spanking videos of me came out, and now I have to try and catch up with them all! (Oh, terrible!)

Today we look at one of my favourites! It’s from the ever-wonderful Northern Spanking Institute, and it’s a fabulous story, right like it’s from an old spanking magazine like Janus or Blushes. (There is a high-definition video, but I’ll just include the stills in this post.)

I am a track coach, and Irelynn is my student. Stephen Lewis is one of the judges, and he comes to tell us that Irelynn has cheated in race she just ran. (By taking the bus – a ridiculous but fun to act detail!) And Mr Lewis thinks that I, as Irelynn’s coach, have been a bad influence on her, so it’s not just Irelynn who has to be punished, but me as well! So unfair, since how could I ever be a bad influence?! Anyway, that’s all you really need of plot, now just look at the pictures, which will especially excite those who admire blue regulation gym knickers!
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Our lovely friends at NSI have done a great video, with a theme that is close to my heart: the James Bond kind of spy, naughty femme fatale villains, and helpless damsels in distress!

Russian spy, Onya Bakyabitch, has been up to her old tricks again and has kidnapped the daughter of British Group Captain Montana. Hidden on her submarine, she demands her ransom of the plans for Britain’s new stealth aircraft. Otherwise she will return the Group Captain’s daughter. In pieces. Group Caption must send in his best and most skilled agent for the job to rescue his precious only daughter…

I have always enjoyed the Bond oeuvre, because it was such obvious fantasy fodder. Sexy gals who I wanted to grow up to be like (and also just plain wanted!) and not just hot bad guys, but a strong, assured main character for whom I was surprisingly just as hot. (I was generally always more attracted to bad guys, because it was a lot more likely the bad guys would kidnap me, tie me up, and do mean things to me! But 007 just might smack you around a bit, too, so he was a hot good guy!)

I’m now getting lots of ideas for a spy spanking story. Maybe it’s time to sit down and write it….