Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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Abel and Haron often visit castles and stately homes and fantasize about the spankings which must have (or which might in the future, if they have anything to do with it!) happened in various locations in the building.

Since my Master and I live in the U.S., we have less opportunity for “stately home visits,” (yet another way the U.K. is superior, I try to explain to my Master, so he will move back there and take me with him!) but last Sunday, driving home from our friend’s wedding, we suddenly decided to visit a “water alter” that was on the lovely road we were cruising in the Sunday afternoon sun. Well, we didn’t quite get to the fancy water-works, because we found “an historic site of the National Trust for Historic Preservation,” thought it was what we were looking for, bought tickets, and then discovered it was actually a “stately home and garden.”

Well, that was fine, because we had a camera, so we took flower pictures for a while, and then, when the sun was getting to us a bit, we headed into the house to see what was there.

Wow. This was a serious old-style mansion/manor house, with drawing rooms and dining rooms and pantries and kitchens (and dumb waiter!) and ball-room. We wandered around in ever-increasing delight, until we found ourselves in the study. The wood panelled walls, and the solid, masculine writing desk, and leather-covered chair put us both in a tizzy, and when we met each other’s eyes in erotic delight, we knew exactly what the other was thinking. We inspected the liquor and wine closets (behind hidden doors in the wall) and my Master whispered that if I’d been bad, I’d be locked in there, and I suddenly felt the inseam of my trousers very acutely!

Next was the library, and the wonderful wooden library steps pulled us over to them. My Master pointed out how he would have bent me over them, and I replied, “Oh! And then strapped, me, right Sir?!” and our eyes were glowing, and we just wanted everyone to be gone, the house to be closed with us left in it, and for my Master to have with him a full compliment of period implements of chastisement and discipline! (I wouldn’t have minded period — 1900-1920′s that is — outfits, just to add to the fun…!)

When we got home we were pretty exhausted from a weekend with little sleep, and lots of partying, so a nap was in order! But as soon as we roused from our late afternoon “disco nap,” his cock was hard, and soon I was astride him, moving faster and faster as we talked about the study and the library of that house, about me bent over the desk or the library steps, and him using the strap or the cane mercilessly upon my bottom….

My how time has flown! But they say time flies when you’re having fun, and boy golly, are we ever having fun!

Back on the 15th, Miss Maggie Mayhem came over for a long awaited day. Both “work” (haha) and play were on the schedule. The “work,” as you can see, was us recording some videos. Since Maggie had just had a big adventure, we talked about that, first. Then, I realized we needed an opening for all the videos we’ll be doing together … and I know this will surprise you, but the first thing that came to my mind was a spanking!

After the intro was shot, I asked what we wanted to all do next: work or play? Maggie pouted prettily and said, “I don’t want any more work!” (If she’d been standing up I imagine she would have stomped her foot, as well!) and thus it was decided to put the video camera away and get to it.
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Kaya did a very teasing post today, and since I like to blame everything on kaya (in hopes of increasing her punishments, because I love reading about them!) I shall be a terrible tease today as well … which will not only be fun for me, but will make you all want to spank me, and I can only imagine that having lots of people thinking spanko thoughts at me can bring nothing but goodness to my day! [Please just assume that I am grinningly teasingly throughout this whole post]

Yesterday, a certain young lady came to our abode. We shot some video and stills of various activities. I’ll be working on processing them today (which might be a more concrete reason for keeping this post short…. Or not, and I’m just being a tease because I can!)

I will say that one of my favourite moments of yesterday (of which there were many) was when my Master was coming in my mouth, whilst I was being finger-fucked and pussy-spanked by the hot schoolgirl behind me. And to see the whole tableaux, all I had to do was glance to my left, where the floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding closet doors are!

How did it all start? Who possibly got the cane, and who may have gotten the tawse on her palms? How did it all end…? Feel free to beg, plead, or threaten to get more details!

As you lot all know from recent somewhat maudlin posts of mine, my Master has been away. Well, he got home late Saturday night—which did leave me time to have Miss Maggie Mayhem over for flirting and planning world domination and Indian take-away—and after he got home we all hung out a bit, before she had to go catch the last train.

My Master was exhausted from travel, and he plunked down in front of the TV to unwind before bed. He looked through the recorded shows on our DVR, and discovered that the box had become full, so had deleted some shows. The ones it deleted were our entire saved-up Season Two of Skins.

I had said that while he was gone, I’d watch the Tess of the d’Urbervilles that was taking up space on it, but I totally forgot, having become entirely caught up in Coupling.

Now, he has at least six Top Gears on there, but he is the Master, so it’s Tess’ and my fault that the Skins were deleted. He was really angry about it, which I would get if it was episodes of Dr Who, but while I enjoy Skins, it wasn’t life-or-death to me. I went and hid in the bathroom for a little while, and overcame my feelings of resentment for being snapped at for something I considered so trivial.

Here’s where being a slave is so good for me: instead of snapping back at him when he snapped at me, I went off, licked my wounds, and came back, well, if not bouncy and effervescent, at least quietly accepting of my fault and ready to move on if he was. Happily he was, and I ended up snuggled against him as we watched … something, I don’t even remember what. And then we went to bed and there was more snuggling and everything was okay … and it was okay because I didn’t snap back at him and turn it into a fight (and how awful would that have been?! “Welcome home—now let’s have a fight about something stupid!”). I let go of my hurt feelings and accepted his. Sadly, the only way I’ve been able to accomplish this consideration and emotional intelligence is to become a slave and not have carelessness, selfishness, and stupidity as options anymore. (Well, they are an option, but they inevitably lead to the paddle, and perhaps some kneeling on rice, so they become considerably less attractive as options!)

The next day, after our usual leisurely Sunday morning, I asked if I should go have a bath and do my shaving. He said yes, and I went off to go splash and soak and generally enjoy myself while making myself all smooth. When I came out, squeaky clean and moisturised to supple perfection (I’m a wee bit fanatical about personal maintenance), he was in bed with a book. Wheeeeee! I thought, and headed right to join him, naked as a jaybird.
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