Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

I had the most amazing dream last night — since I’ve got a pretty bad cold, I think this was one of those “fever dreams,” and if so, getting sick might have some pretty serious silver linings!

I was at this very dark, gothic carnival. The dream started with me getting dressed in a darkened tent in long black flowing skirts, and putting on a hip-belt of glowing bones. There were lots of other people, all looking very much like we were in an MTV video for some very goth song, and we were all talking and laughing, the carnival spirit very obvious. People were putting on costumes rather like those really weird European traditional folk costumes.

I don’t remember how it all came about, but I ended up on a St. Andrews Cross with a very sexy older man whipping my back. In the dream it was the most delicious agony, and it was so amazingly sexual and intense.

Sadly, this dream beating didn’t last half long enough, and then we all went on a Wild Hunt with horses and dogs. The dogs were all golden retrievers (not exactly one’s first choice for a Hell Hound, but maybe my subconscious knows something I don’t!) and it ended with everyone, including the dogs, jumping into this huge hot-tub.

I woke up after that, but one hopes that after the Wild Hunt/hot tub, all the girls would birched for good luck — that’s what all those folk festivals were all about, right?!

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