Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Dear Reader – I left our story so far with my future Master and I planning to go on our first date, and that first date is what I’ll recount here.

I only had to wait about a week before that date, but it was an eternity to me. He was all I could think of. I wanted to call him all the time, but I was scared of chasing him off. I called my friends who were into D/s and babbled about him incessantly.

And, not knowing how this date would change my life, I kept planning a future with Bear. I remember that week talking on the phone with my future Master as I planted rows and rows of flowers in the backyard of the house I shared with Bear.

Also, I got a last minute order from – I’d just bought a white PVC catsuit from her, but I suddenly realized that that would be too warm! So I special ordered a pink mesh catsuit, and she got it to me in record time! Now, with some thigh-hi black boots with 6 inch heels (or are they 7 inch…?) I was ready. Luck was smiling on the clueless, crushed out, and befuddled me, because one of my Master’s favorite things in the world is skin-tight catsuits, which I didn’t know at the time!

That afternoon he drove over after work, and changed at my place. (He had his leather cardinal outfit, which I had told him made me all gushy.) But before then, the summer evening spread out before us, and we had some time for pre-party play. I was wearing a light pink slip-like top, and pink boy-shorts (like you do) and I remember him coming in the front door, and me trying not to leap on him, holding back and only starting to walk to him after he started walking to me. Then, I leaped on him. He had this cologne on which made me want to hump his leg (he still wears it for me sometimes, and I still always want to hump any of his available body parts.)

I’d been thinking of him spanking me all day, and, without thinking, I breathed: “Oh, I hope you never get tired of spanking me!” He grinned down at me and replied, “That’s not bloody likely!” and then he pulled me over to the sofa, and bent me over his lap, pulled up the slip, and ran his hands along my boy-shorted-bottom. I had been thinking about wanting to call him, “Sir,” but didn’t know if it was rude to just start using that title without permission, so I asked, lifting my head somewhat, “May I call you ‘Sir’?” He paused (eternal micro-seconds passing by) and then said that yes, he’d like that. And then he started spanking me.

It wasn’t enough of course, (it never is enough, when it comes to spankings!) but Bear was coming to the house shortly so that we could all go out for Indian food. So I pulled on a pair of trousers and shoes. Of course Bear was late, and we could have had a much longer spanking, but we got to talk, and touch, and that made it all okay.

Dinner was interminable. I couldn’t stuff myself because A.) I was as jittery as a high-strung show dog on cocaine about the coming date, and B.) I was about to be wearing a mesh catsuit, and I didn’t want a bellyful of Indian food protruding to ruin the “lines.”

Then, we went home and changed. I went to the bathroom, and I think my Master changed while talking to Bear the whole while! I made my dramatic entrance, and then, finally, we were off!

I was nervous in the car as we drove into The City. I wanted to be a font of scintillating conversation, or at least keep a steady, comfortable flow of light chat. I’m not at all sure I managed either.

We got to the club, and he had his camera – oh, and I remember I was working as a go-go dancer that night, too! They didn’t need me right away, so he took me up to the VIP lounge, which was also the dungeon.

We talked for a bit, and then he put me over his lap again and spanked me a bit more. The music, the flashing lights, and the sensation of his hand on my bottom all mingled, and I was high as kite on it all. He stopped for a moment, and I turned my head up and said, “Thank you, Sir,” and he grabbed my hair, pulled up my head and growled into my ear, “You can call me Master.” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him, at first. Really? Seriously? Me? So, stunned, I repeated him, trepidatiously, in case I’d misheard, which seemed more likely. “I can call you Master, Sir?” “Yes,” he confirmed, and then he pushed my head back down and spanked me more!

I was stunned. It was more than I’d ever dreamed. I mean, I figured we’d play a bit, and then he’d move on when he found a single girl he was more interested in. Now, things had just gone up to a new level! And my head was swimming from the spanking and the loud music and the lights, and I just couldn’t take it in.

Then, the girl who was staying with me showed up, with a friend. I had to sit up (although as close to my brand-spankin’-new-Master as possible) and chat with them. They were all very nice, but I just wanted to be alone with my wonderful new Master.

But it was not to be, for then, the guy running the event (who is a very nice fellow) stopped by and told me it was a good time for me to start my go-go dancing shift. Argh!

So I went and danced on the main stage, while he wandered around taking pictures! I always enjoy dancing, but the main stage was super slick under my boots, and I was limited in my movements (the 7 inch heels might also have been a bit of an impediment!) and so I was frustrated in more ways then one. I told the boy go-go-dancer, who I read as gay, that he was beautiful (he was, very lithe and graceful) – and then, oh shit, he turned out to be bi or straight, because then he was seriously hitting on me for hours and hours. More frustration!

There was a fashion show that night, but I don’t remember it at all. I remember being backstage with a gal who wanted to go down on me, and then threw up in a bag, and then continued talking. (Ick!) I remember my left nipple started bleeding for no obvious reason.

I did end up getting a bit tipsy, and later lap-danced for my Master while he sat on a sofa. I drunkenly climbed onto him and kissed him – I was in pure heaven!

Then, we were so ready to leave! Happily, so was my friend, and so we all piled into my new Master’s car. We talked all the way home, but I can’t say that I was all there for the conversation. I was too busy thinking about what might happen when we got home!

When we did get home, my friend wanted to hang out with us and chat. I tried using the Jedi mind trick on her (“You are very tired from your flight and then going nightclubbing. You feel like going to bed right now.”) but I’m just not strong in The Force.

I had changed into a silky shorty nightgown, and was sitting on my Master’s lap. We were sorta talking with her, but his hands started exploring my body, and I remember him reaching down and touching my labia and me nearly expiring on the spot from lust and frustration. Finally, she got the hint, and went to the guest bed. We went to my bedroom.

It was about 2 or 3 AM, and so there was not much time to do stuff. We mostly cuddled and talked, and then gave each other handjobs. (The first time I ever made him come! Happy!) We hadn’t really talked about safer-sex stuff, so that was as far as it was prudent to go.

I didn’t want him to go. I wanted to stay up all night with him! But he had a longish drive back to The City, and so reluctantly we parted.

I went to bed a girl who had a Master. Although I had no idea where it was going to go from there….

[to be continued]

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