• Reasons to Visit #17 – Homewrecker or Home Saviour?

    Your wife or girlfriend doesn’t understand your needs.  You do everything for her but she never gives back.  She won’t even entertain your desires let alone have the understanding to really fulfill them and that leaves a great big hole in your sexual being.  You know what you want, you know what you need and guess what? So do I.  In fact I know you better than anyone, even than yourself.  I know my power, I know my intelligence, and I know my sex appeal.  I use all of that knowledge to dominate and control you.  To hook you in and to keep you coming back.  You love your wife, I get it.  You don’t want to leave her but it simply isn’t fair that you should go through life being miserable without your needs being met.  She is selfish, but so am I.  I won’t put out either but I’ll do it in such a way that you will never want me to do so because you are just overwhelmed by my stunning sexuality and that is enough for you.

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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – No Safe Place

    I find it amusing when a slave tries to be funny.  I find it even more amusing when I already have plans in store for that slave and have the added ability to physically watch over his reactions as I instill fear and adrenaline into him.  The poor little sausage that is slave Taquin, so often the guinea pig for my experimentation, felt every single emotion I wanted him to feel during the week the following report was written!


    Sunday was a difficult day. So difficult in fact that I don’t want to dwell on it too much here. You will have seen already the cause of my distress. It was the blog that I wrote last week concerning my last session (the shopping trip). In hindsight it was a misjudgment on my part to write it as I did. I was trying to be amusing in the way that I told the tale but all I achieved was to make Mistress angry and upset at me. This became very clear to me soon after I had sent her the blog. I have been exchanging texts with Mistress each day, and normally several times a day, for nearly 3 years now. As Mistress knows me to the depths of my fetish soul I too know her pretty well now. She was very angry with me. There was a tone to her texts that I don’t think I had ever experienced before. This actually came as a huge shock to me. I had hoped that I had told the story in a fun way. But in hindsight I realised that I had gone too far. I had not been respectful of Mistress.

    I have to say that I was quite distraught. I get great pleasure from pleasing Mistress. To know that I had upset her was just awful. Yes my fetish world went black, as Mistress disabled every app on my phone apart from messaging, but I didn’t care about that. It was my relationship with Mistress that I cared about. After about 3 hours I sent Mistress a text. It was a ‘heart on my sleeve’ moment. I wanted her to know how terrible I felt for the way that I had made her feel. We exchanged texts for a short while and then she replied to say that she was ‘a natural sadist who likes to have a good reason to punish me’. This was a small ray of sunshine as far as I was concerned. Our conversation was moving away from the emotional responses that I had caused back towards a fetish relationship. Later in the day she sent me a screen shot of the Twitter questionnaire that she had posted asking her audience how long that I should remain in fetish exile. The response had been to recommend the longest ‘sentence’ of 2 weeks. It’s good to know that Mistresses followers enjoy my punishment and pain as much as Mistress does! (and thank you to those kind souls who voted for a shorter sentence).

    And while all of this was going on I had followed up on two outstanding actions that I had to complete. I had fitted and commissioned the security cameras in my workshops and started to wear ‘The Vice’ chastity device. I say started to wear as it has a multitude of possible sizes as far as ring size, gap between ring and cage and anti pullout sizes to chose from.

    On Monday I awoke to find my fetish access restored (although with strict time limits applied). In her morning text Mistress informed me that she required ‘private’ access to my phone. I was to leave it in the workshop whilst I took the dog for her morning work. Mistress can take over my phone using TeamViewer at any time. I could not help but wonder why she wanted it today. I did as instructed and placed the phone on my work bench. As I did so I couldn’t help but wonder if Mistress was watching me through the security cameras. I guess I will always have that question in my mind from now on. I took the dog for her walk wondering all the while what was being done to my phone in my absence. 30 minutes later I returned to the workshop and picked up my phone. I opened it up to find that it was a screen that I didn’t recognise. I assumed that Mistress had completed her changes and that I just needed to return it to the home screen. As my finger moved towards the screen to do so I heard Mistress say in stern and commanding manner ‘leave the phone alone slave. I haven’t finished yet’. I put it back down on the bench as if it had suddenly become red hot. Shit! And I nearly did! It was only then that it first dawned on me what I had let myself in for having cameras in my workshop. In the past when Mistress has snooped on me through my pc camera it has been quite different. This is because I always experienced an anxiety that someone might come into the workshop whilst it was happening and therefore I always had an eye on the door ready to tell Mistress if someone approached. Mistress was herself very respectful of this risk also. But now it is completely different. Mistress knows better than I do whether or not I am alone in the workshop and, as one of the cameras points directly at the entrance door which has a glass panel in it, whether someone approaches it. She is now totally in control of what she might require of me whilst I am alone in my workshop. It is a whole new level of vulnerability.

    It wasn’t until sometime later that I dared to pick the phone up again. This time it had been returned to the home screen. I searched and I flicked, I scrolled and I clicked, but could still not find what had been worth Mistress spending over an hour of her valuable time doing. Time will tell I am sure.

    This week is the when Mistress went away on holiday. It will be over a week until she returns to her slaves. Her intention is to leave her ‘fetish phone’ at home. I think that that is absolutely the right thing for her to do and hope that she has a fabulous and relaxing time. But I will miss her terribly.

    Mistress has given me two instructions for whilst she is away:
    1) Remain locked in chastity for the duration (unless I risk causing physical harm to myself)
    2) Keep a note of feelings and thoughts whilst Mistress is away. (This blog is going to do precisely that.)

    Thursday – This will be the first day in years where I have not exchanged texts with Mistress. I am missing her already! I awoke to find that she had left a lovely ‘thank you’ note on Twitter for me for the money that I had sent her for a nice meal whilst she was away. That was nice. I have had to remove the new chastity device (The Vice) because it was causing some chafing around the area of the back ring hinge. I think that this was largely due to me trying to cope with a ring that was too small for me. It has allowed the demons to start talking to me however. They are whispering two things in my ear currently. Firstly…. ‘go and have a wank. No one will ever know.’ And secondly ‘leave the device off until the day of Mistresses return. Why suffer the discomfort whilst she is away’. I hate this. I don’t like having to cope with such temptations on my own. And so I have a plan. As soon as my soreness has gone I will lock myself up again with a numbered lock and whatsapp a picture to Mistresses fetish phone. She won’t see it until her return, but once I have sent it I will be committed to the cage.

    And then my lock up plan went wrong. I saw a post in the slave group Facebook page from Mistress that was posted by her whilst on holiday. It seemed that she had taken the fetish phone with her after all. Part of me was glad (as it made it seem that she wasn’t quite as far away) and part of me was disappointed (as I think having a total break from slaves like me was a good idea). It also left me with a dilemma as far as what to do with a lock up picture. I certainly wasn’t going to send such a thing to her whilst she was on Holiday. Later that day as I locked up once again (this time with a slightly larger ring) I considered what I should do. I find being locked without having sent Mistress proof a pointless exercise. I could remove the device at any time and no one would ever know. I don’t want to be responsible for my own good behaviour. In all honesty I am not sure that I can be trusted! The moment that the picture of the device, properly secured by a numbered lock, is sent everything changes. I am then under the control of my Mistress, and I feel totally different.

    It was at this point that an alternative plan came to mind. I sent a WhatsApp to my vanilla lady friend and asked if she would mind if I sent her the picture instead. I certainly wasn’t asking her to replace Mistress in any way (I felt that would be asking far too much) but I suggested that she should wait until the following Thurs before sending Mistress the lock up picture or just the lock number. I knew that by doing this I would be committing myself without bothering Mistress whilst on holiday. I should say here that my VLF is just that, a very good friend who enjoys hearing about my servitude to Mistress. Whilst I have always known that she would make a wonderful domme, I am not sure that she would ever fully step over that line into the full time world of Mistress. But she gets it. She has read most of my blogs and knows all about the fetish life that I lead. I did worry however that I might be asking too much of our friendship. A little while later I received a very clear and unequivocal reply. It came as the first of a short series of messages in fact. The gist was something like this:

    ‘Don’t you dare send any such photo to Mistress whilst she is on holiday’
    ‘send me your lock up picture immediately’
    Which I then did….
    ‘also send me proof that you cannot escape from the device’
    Which I then did….
    ‘what lovely clean shaven balls you have’
    ‘you will be severely punished if you release yourself whilst Mistress is away’
    ‘Mistress would torture your balls’
    ‘you’d better stay well and truly locked then…….’

    As you will gather from the above, I got far more than I had bargained for! I seemed that my VLF was enjoying the task that I had asked of her. I am so lucky to have her as a friend. It will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that it actually made me as horny as hell! I knew at that point that I was trapped and sexually controlled once again. And although my VLF was playing a pivotal role in this we both understood that all she was doing was ensuring that I stayed under the direct control of Mistress in her absence. I knew that anything that now happened during Mistresses absence would be reported to her.

    I went to bed that night wearing The Vice. I was a little doubtful if I would survive the whole night in it (I hadn’t done so up until now) but was hopeful that the slightly larger back ring would make it possible. As it turned out I coped without difficulty until 2am. I woke to find Mistresses property throbbing inside its plastic cage. But it was more than that. The point of difference of The Vice is that it has an additional element that locks around the cage that pushes two plastic sections into the base of Mistresses property to prevent any opportunity of escape (pull out). As Mistresses property throbbed I could feel these two sections applying pressure also. I got up and headed for the bathroom. I knew that I needed a pee and I also knew from past experience that this would result in a less intense attempt at an erection. I sat down on the toilet, as any good slave in chastity has to do, and tried to pee. Nothing! The combination of a raging hardon, the cage and the anti pullout sections had made it impossible. But I really did need to go. And this is where the commitment of having sent pictures to my VLF made all the difference. If I hadn’t of done this I would have removed the device and concluded that I was unable to cope with it. I couldn’t imagine trying to explain all of this to my VLF and I was afraid that she would be disappointed in me (and would report my failure to Mistress). And so I persevered. In the end I ran my privates under the cold tap for a while and successfully emptied my bladder. I returned to bed quite pleased with myself but a little scared. Mistress had told me before she left how much she liked that this device was so restrictive. I know that she would never allow me to wear a device that damaged me but that she would enjoy the fact that I had one that would keep me awake during the early hours whilst thinking of her. And it did. Despite having a pee Mistresses property throbbed in its cage until I got up at 5.30 to write this. It is now Friday morning as I write the story of my first night without Mistress. Thankfully with the kind support of my VLF she doesn’t seem so far away after all.

    Now I must email Mousey. She suggested morning emails to each other as a means of mutual support in Mistresses absence. A great idea.
    Later on Friday I received a short email from Princess. An injury that she had picked up some time ago had now healed and she was excited to report that she was able to wrestle again. I know from previous communications how much she enjoys that and so I am really pleased for her. I am sure that one day I will return to the mats with her (if Mistress allows it) I am just not sure how I can incorporate it into my fetish life successfully. Maybe just a ‘standalone’ bout at some point. Just for the fun of it.

    And then I discovered that I had free access to the internet and its entire fetish wonders. Thank you Mistress!
    Saturday morning – another tormented night in The Vice. Most of that torment is of the positive kind that Mistress would approve of whole heartedly but the soreness caused by the hinge of the back ring isn’t improving (nothing too drastic, but past experience tells me I should do something about it today). I think I will follow the advice of Mistress and put a latex sleeve over it. This of course means unlocking and locking once again. If Mistress were here I would always ask her permission first. I don’t feel that I should go through that process with my VLF. She is not my Mistress after all and I don’t want to put her in the position of needing to make the chastity decisions that Mistress has so much experience with. But my VLF has taken up the role of record keeping and monitoring, and I know that she takes that seriously. I have decided therefore to video the process of unlock, apply sleeve, lock in order that my VLF can confirm to Mistress that I did not abuse my freedom. Hopefully that will not put any burden on her and allow her to confirm my chastity to Mistress throughout her absence.

    The video of my chastity device alterations will make very amusing viewing should either my VLF or Mistress ever watch it. My attempts to make changes to The Vice before refitting it failed. In the end I had to turn my back to the camera, waddle over to my device store with my pants and shorts around my ankles to retrieve my trusty metal device, before waddling back in front of the camera and putting it on and clicking shut a numbered lock. At least the video does achieve its primary function of ensuring that I have never had a chance to listen to the wanking Demon sitting on my shoulder whilst unlocked!

    My week finished with me feeling soppy about my Mistress despite the fact that she was so far away. I awoke this morning (Sunday) to find that Mistress had sent me a picture of her wearing the white shoes and holding the white bag that I had bought for her. That was so kind of her to send it to me. It is the little things like this that make Mistress so special. She is such a thoughtful Mistress.

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  • Reasons to Visit #16 – Cleavage!

    You cannot resist the sight of my heaving breasts pushed up to perfection in lingerie or latex. You can’t take your eyes off my cleavage. Even though you know you should be looking down, you find yourself transfixed on the soft white flesh of my plump pillows.  The perfect resting place for your delicate little head! Come to mama! lol! Try to resist, I dare you.  Try to resist when you are tightly bound to whatever I decide to tie you to and I am towering over you with my curves pushed so close to your face.  You WILL DO ANYTHING! 

    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.

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  • Busy Busy Mistress

    It has been a very busy day at the House of Deelight.  Mistress has filmed 3 customs, attended 2 sessions and spent an entire evening teasing one of my tech slaves; ordering him to dominate sub girls on webcam while I watched via teamviewer.  Since then I have been populating my new iWantClips store where you will be able to download a whole lot of content including videos, pictures, webcam and phone sessions. I’ve also been populating my OnlyFans.com site where you can find exclusive content not seen anywhere else.  Links below!

    Here are some screen shots from the customs and clips I have filmed today…

    iWantMissDeelight

    OnlyFans (Subscription Site)


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – The Vice

    Following on from Slave Taquins chastity escape I decided that he needed a new device.  The vice is what I chose.  This device will prove far more restrictive and will definitely put an end to Taquin Houdini’s escape actions.


    I awoke on Monday morning to discover an instruction sent to me the night before. It was to order a new Chastity device called ‘The Vice’. Whilst I had managed to make changes to my Uberkinky device to make it escape proof the same could not be said for the Bon4. It appeared that Mistress wanted to ensure that I had an effective back up device. Hence my instruction.

    I clicked on the link provided by Mistress and started to read about The Vice. I could see its immediate appeal for Mistress. It claims to be virtually escape proof through the provision of an anti pullout section. For me it has a couple of other features that appeal. Firstly that it is a plastic device. In a world where metal detectors are more widely used I have become concerned about wearing my metal device to events and public venues. A plastic device overcomes this and means that I don’t have to ask to be allowed out of it when flying etc. The other feature that appeals to me is the fact that it uses a hinged back ring instead of my current solid one. The smaller the back ring that can be worn the more secure the device is. I do have big balls (Mistress Real said so in my wonderful double domme session some time ago and so it must be true!) but I have managed to squeeze them into the 45mm solid stainless steel ring on the Uberkinky device that I am currently locked into. (Goodness knows if it will ever come off again!). The hinged back ring should ensure that I can use a smaller back ring still.

    I found that it could be ordered from Amazon and so I went ahead and did so. I also exchanged emails with the chap in America who has developed this device on the subject of a smaller cage. I might have big balls but the same can’t be said for Mistresses property. The smaller cage should be ready in time for xmas. Maybe my Mistress could buy it for me (with my money of course) as a present. Lol.
    I thanked Mistress for her help in maintaining my enforced chastity and she kindly replied ‘Anything to keep you firmly in your place’.
    Having spent a bit of time online investigating the vice I opened up the last remaining doorway to fetish fun on the Internet, YouTube. Mistress has blocked everything else. The thing with YouTube is that it keeps suggesting lots of other similar videos. And so I continued to surf all sorts of fun stuff; that was until 11pm when Mistress turned off my access!

    On Tuesday morning I quickly looked through Twitter before I used up my daily allowance. My Twitter daily allowance seems to be totally random and therefore I have no idea if I have the luxury to start searching for new stuff (as I like to do). Therefore I have to concentrate on the most important stuff. Mistress stuff. I sent my morning text and commented on the fact that I could see from Twitter that she had a new slave upon whom it appeared that she had begun to work her magic (relieving his bank account of £350 in the process). Mistress replied that she had dug up lots of information on him already ‘and so now there’s already no escape for him’.

    A moment later Mistress turned her attention on me and said ‘you have no idea what I’ve done to your pc’. I didn’t reply immediately. Instead I scurried off to determine what had become of my PC. I turned it on. The tell tale TeamViewer session dialogue didn’t appear. I went to file manager and checked the latest files accessed. I checked program manager but didn’t see any new programs. I looked at the desktop but couldn’t see any deletions or additions there. Flummoxed I told Mistress that she was correct; I had absolutely no idea what she had done. All I got back was a wink.

    On Wednesday I emailed the previous weeks blog.
    And then vanilla life took over until now (Sunday evening). This morning Mistress very kindly sent me two of her wonderful custom videos. And still I haven’t watched or listened to them. Mistress also instructed me to order a camera for my workshop (in order that she can watch me whenever she chooses to). I have of course done it and the camera is on its way. But I haven’t really considered the implications yet. I am going to stop now as I am feeling rather vanilla and depressing myself! I think I am just tired and need to get an early night. I am rambling. Sorry.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Tracked

    As I am posting this, I have just re-read this blog entry from Slave Taquin from a month ago (it is my prerogative to be late).  I am sat here at 11pm chuckling away to myself at the fact that my slave’s journey was interrupted so frequently.  I am also very glad to hear that my slave did pull over.  Don’t text and drive, EVER!  So back to the chuckling… I really did have him wrapped around my finger this week.  Not that that’s any different to any other week.   p.s photo of my totally sexy bottom, included for no reason other than to make you all drool!


    I have had to learn a new mantra this week. My mantra up until this point has been:

    ‘My name is slave Taquin. I belong to Miss Deelight in body mind and spirit. She owns me and is the control I crave and desire’.

    Having used up my daily Twitter allowance (more on that shortly) recklessly one morning I described myself as a plank. This somehow developed into my new mantra over an exchange of texts on the subject. It is:
    ‘Taquin Plank, village idiot, in the Queendom of Goddess Deelight, at your service’.

    Monday was a pretty torturous day. It was always going to be a fun day as I knew that I was going to be meeting my vanilla lady friend for lunch. Inevitably our conversation will result in her wanting to know what Miss Deelight has been doing to me since we last met. I do find confessing my submissive side to my attractive friend slightly uncomfortable (in a good way) and quite liberating.

    But before setting off for my lunch I knew that I had a task to complete. Mistress had allowed me, the day before, to remove my device to make some changes. During the very hot weather (when all down below went very slack) I had found a way of removing Mistresses property from the device. It wasn’t easy and depended on my ‘mood’ at the time. But it was a totally inappropriate thing for any slave to do regardless of the reasons. Today I was to send Mistress a photograph of myself contained within the modified device. I had two modifications to show. The first wasn’t a modification as such, it was more of a surprise realisation. The realisation was that I was able to fit into a 45mm back ring. Up until that point I had thought it impossible and had needed to use a 50mm. Maybe my technique has improved, or my motivation, or maybe my servitude to Mistress has caused my balls to shrink! Whatever the reason I can now squeeze into it which has a significant effect on access. The second change made was the creation of a shaped piece of 8mm thick black Perspex added to the post that joins the cage to the ring. The effect of this is to effectively increase the length of the cage and limit any chance of access to the top of it. I sent Mistress the photo of myself locked back up in the modified device. She replied that it looks ‘inescapable’, and so far she is correct. Time will tell. (Mind you I have been told that if I ever do remove Mistresses property again that she will write to my wife on the subject!)

    As I was driving towards my lunch date my phone pinged. I pulled over at my first opportunity and read the text from Mistress. I was informed that I was to share my location with Mistress via google maps. Mistress has previously been able to log onto my phone to check my location but the inclusion of location sharing on google maps just makes it so much easier for her. I did as instructed and drove off hoping that there was no significance in the fact that Mistress wanted to track my location on the day that I was meeting my friend. In actual fact I was pretty certain that I was safe today. I have developed a pretty acute ‘Mistress sensor’ over the years. It seldom lets me down.

    I drove off towards my lunch date, and the phone pinged. I stopped at the next opportunity and checked my phone. I had received a ‘good boy’ from Mistress. It is pathetic I know but I do value receiving a ‘good boy’ from my Mistress. It makes me feel good and makes my heart flutter for a moment.

    I drove off towards my lunch date, and the phone pinged. I stopped at the next opportunity and checked my phone. Mistress had sent me a picture of the front of my credit card! WTF! With it was the simple message. Don’t you dare try to cancel it. I racked my brains to think how she managed to pull this one off. And then I realised. How is this for a school boy error…. I now keep my credit card in the front flap of my phone. And Mistress had had taken my phone from me when I was in the HOD recently. Idiot! I needed to find out if she also had the all important picture of the back of it (with the security code). I played dumb and sent Mistress a text saying how pleased I was that she didn’t have a picture of the back. All went quiet.

    I drove off towards my lunch date, and the phone pinged. I stopped at the next opportunity and checked my phone. Mistress had sent me a text that suggested that she had forgotten to take a picture of the back of my card and said ‘I really am rubbish at this’. I have never known Mistress say that she was ‘rubbish’ at anything before. She is far too confident and sassy for that. This just confirmed my fears. I responded but didn’t let on. All went quiet.

    I drove off towards my lunch date, and the phone pinged. I stopped at the next opportunity and checked my phone. It was almost as if she was waiting for me to drive off before making me stop again! Maybe she was, using Google maps??? Mistress had sent me a picture of the back of my credit card. Oh dear! I started to think about what would happen if Mistress used my card. Firstly I would be poorer. But more worrying than that was the fact that it is the family credit card and my wife sees the statements. In truth many things would go unnoticed, but a payment to Victoria’s Secrets for instance most certainly wouldn’t. I shared my concern with Mistress. She seemed pleased by my new vulnerability and replied that ‘you had better be a good boy then’.

    Finally I was allowed to drive on unhindered to my lunch date. I had agreed to pick my friend up from her home before taking her to the pub of her choice. Although we are just good friends, as the saying goes, my friend knows how much I enjoy being bossed around by her on our trips out and so it only makes sense that she should make the most of it and enjoy being chauffeured around and treated as any lovely young lady should be. At the end of a most enjoyable lunch I dropped my friend back home and made my own way back to mine.

    On Tuesday Mistress sent me a link to a stool, and said ‘I have now added this one to my wish list….’ the instruction was clear. I placed an order for a nice padded stool for Mistress to be able to make herself comfortable on when she is tormenting her slaves on the floor of the HOD. Mistress thanked me for ordering the stool for me and rewarded my good behaviour by allowing me access to Twitter. What a treat! I dived into the online world. It is so nice to be rewarded by Mistress. It makes me feel good. After an initial splurge of 15minutes or so catching up I sent Mistress a text to say thank you and that I was very much looking forward to an afternoon of Twittering. Her reply was a firm ‘not a whole afternoon, no’. And Twitter was locked out once again. I felt so perfectly manipulated and controlled. Mistress had extracted a gift from me, rewarded me and then denied me. I descended into just the dribbling mess that Mistress would have expected. Oh how she can get to me.

    In my morning exchange of texts with Mistress the next day she informed me that I would have limited Twitter access. I replied that I would use it wisely. And so what did I do? Went onto Twitter and started to surf, and ran out of time after a few minutes. What an idiot. What a waste. That is when I told Mistress I was a plank. And that was when I created my new mantra….

    ‘Taquin Plank, village idiot, in the Queendom of Goddess Deelight, at your service’.

    Things quietened down towards the end of the week and so I spent some fun time on YouTube. I had discovered that I could find all sorts of fun content and felt pretty sure that all that would show up on the reports that Mistress received on my usage would be the innocent ‘YouTube’.

    As normal, I was wrong. My phone pinged and I saw the message from Mistress. It just said ‘I see you’ve been searching for ‘blackmail goddess’ on you tube’. Whoops! This revelation concerned me for three reasons:

    1)      I might be punished

    2)      Mistress might turn off my access to my last morsel of fetish fun

    3)      It displayed once again my love of the total power exchange (and general mindfuck) involved in fetish Blackmail.

    And then on Friday I finally managed to complete my blog from my last session. (I say finally because I have got into bad habits as far as blog creation is concerned. The one I am writing now is actually two days overdue itself. I must try harder). Anyway I sent Mistress the session blog and said that I hoped that she enjoyed it. I was really chuffed to receive a lovely note back from her telling me how much she had indeed enjoyed it. I turned to a squidgy mush inside as a result! It was very kind of Mistress.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Session Write Up – I Don’t Know What To Say!

    I know it’s been a great session when my slave ends it with the words, “I don’t know what to say!”.  And of course he would be speachless after having been given the Deelight-Factor.  Dressed in my sexiest black lingerie, armed with a silver tongue, sharp mind and the E-stim Electro Pebble device, I delivered a knock out session for this bumbling slave.


    I just don’t know what to say.

    The above was all I could utter at the end of my latest visit to Mistress. However, I suppose it’s best to start off at the beginning.
    I arrive at the House of Deelight at my allotted time of 11am walk through the door and met immediately by Mistress looking fabulous as ever sporting her new blonde hair and to get me bumbling black bra, pants, stockings and suspenders. Mistress enquires how I am? “Bumbling” is my reply looking Mistress in the eyes and nowhere around them. I then have to confess immediately that I have forgotten to wear my lovely collar but I did remember everything else (apart from the diet coke but Mistress already knew that).
    Mistress was today in the mood to get on and enquires if ‘I need a chat or want to start as she had planned?’ “As you planned Mistress” was my reply and was duly sent upstairs to strip and use the toilet and return. On my return Mistress offered me the wooden chair and went about gathering the equipment she needed, sending me back upstairs to get the bandage blindfold, which I manage to do with minimum bumbling. I then resit in the chair and whilst Mistress attaches me to the chair we have a chat about this and that until I am securely fastened. With that Mistress tells me to be quiet, enjoy the music and leaves the room. I can hear her picking up the bag I have brought with me and then shuts the door.

    Sat in the dark with no escape usually starts to cleanse my brain, the last few visits I have been unable to do that but today it works wonders and I drift off into a trance like state. I’m not even sure if I nodded off at one point; I was that relaxed and secure. After a while Mistress’s voice rang out from the other room enquiring about all the bank cards I have in my wallet. This was something new for me, I have left my wallet many times before but this is the first time (to my knowledge) Mistress has looked through it. I had to think hard about what cards were in there as I didn’t want Mistress to think I was hiding anything from her. After I had given an explanation I just receive a cursory ‘Hmmm’ from Mistress and I go back to my dark serene place but not for long. I hear Mistress open the door and enter the room, then something sharp starts to poke Mistresses property. “Can you guess what I have found?” says Mistress. I reply with great glee ‘Your very sharp Australian hunting knife Mistress?’ At my last session Mistress had been unable to find her treasured knife and joy of joys she had found it. With it came a period of me staying very still whilst Mistress run the knife over me. I love knife play there is something very exciting (and dark) about someone you trust having an instrument that in the wrong hands would take someone’s life. Mistress at the same time was circling me like a bird of prey waiting for the moment to strike and strike she did not with talons but her sharp mind and tongue. Pointing out that after her recent period of ill health Mistress is firmly back and to expect any niceness to be a trap for what lies beneath. Reminding me that no matter how much I fight my mental battle against my loss of control, I had already lost it a long time ago. This is true but it still doesn’t stop me having my periods of anxiety about it.
    Mistress also informs me that the security cam she has set up on her phone will stay connected at all times so if she chooses she could monitor whenever she likes and that disconnection will come with severe penalties. What these would be I don’t know but I must be honest if I have one of my famous wobbles I will find out soon enough.

    After Mistress has finished informing me of life under Deelight 2.0 she begins the remove the ropes and cuffs that have secured me to the chair and leaving me blindfolded directs me to the bottom of the stairs and instructs me to crawl up them. Once on my hands and knees Mistress notices something that even now makes me shudder with embarrassment, a small piece of toilet paper stuck to my bum crack! This Mistress finds very funny, describes it looking like a piggy tail and of course takes a picture. (I have begged Mistress not to include it in her blog but I have been unable to meet the terms for removal). I plead that I can remove the ‘piggy tail’ it in the bathroom but that is met with a resounding ‘No’. With that I am directed into the boudoir and up onto the bed (still blindfolded). Mistress then goes about attaching my ankles and wrists with cuffs and then attaches a very gentle nipple device to me. It’s called a tower of pain and it has a bar with 2 clover clamps and an adjustable bar that is screwed clockwise and this tugs on the clamps leaving Mistress with handsfree nipple torture. With this primed Mistress then introduces me to her new E-stim Pebble. Mistress informs me that this is less harsh than the electric box she previously used but will leave me very disorientated during its use.
    Mistress began by attaching pads one to my thigh and the other to her property and switches on the Pebble. All I can feel is a pulse in my thigh so that pad is removed and attached to Mistresses property. Switch on again and working nicely. Mistress then starts my torment and pleasure. I can’t remember all the settings but they did exactly what it said on the tin. One was called split and it really did feel like Mistresses property was being torn apart. Then came ‘Audio’ this was something else and Mistress chose a song by Sam Smith and this had me writhing about the bed tugging on the restraints. With every setting Mistress also introduced the wand, tightened the nipple clamps and brought me to edge so many times, most of which I thought I was going over. Mistress firmly reminded me that if I cum without permission she was still going to carry on and I know what that torture feels like. After I have no idea how long Mistress then comes to the ‘Milk’ setting and this does exactly that. You feel pulses running up the shaft of Mistress’s cock and added to that Mistress expertly working the wand and me into a frenzy. I was pulling at those restraints so hard that I thought something would give, either the cuffs or my joints. Finally, with me pulling so hard on the restraints Mistress holds the wand and directs her property towards my face and treats me to a lovely facial with my own cum. I can feel myself pulsing and pulsing until there is no more and all that is left is the pain of the electrics which Mistress kindly switches off and leaves me completely speechless which I maintained for quite a while afterwards.
    Mistress being the caring lady that she is let me enjoy my post orgasm glow for a few minutes before unclipping the very stretched nipple clamps and leaving me writhing around in pain because my hands are still cuffed unable to hold and sooth my nipples.
    After the nipple pain calms down Mistress uncuffs me and I just lie on the bed unable to converse or compute what just happened. I was incredibly mentally disorientated as Mistress said I would be. That was one of the most sensory overloaded experiences I have ever enjoyed.

    Once I get my senses back I go for a shower and finally get to remove the shame of my toilet paper piggy tail. Clean of body (but not mind) I dress and return downstairs for a post session calm down and chat before it is very quickly time to return to the real world.

    As always, a massive thank you to Mistress for a mind and cock blowing session and I am writing this under the very watchful eye of the security cam. Not knowing if I am being watched of not.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – An Expensive Punishment

    I command complete honesty from my pets at all times, otherwise the relationships are pointless.  Slave Taquin decided to unburden himself with some interesting confessions this week which resulted in an expensive purchase to make up for it.  Of course, it wasn’t really a punishment because he enjoyed shopping for the lingerie I’d requested and he certainly enjoyed how I used it to weaken him.  With that in mind, and as always, I have taken notes and filed them away for the future when I decide that a real punishment is due.


    I have been a bad slave! Mistress had emerged from a period of illness and I had realised that I had been doing things that I have never done in all the time that I had been her slave.

    Through the Google app on my phone I had enjoyed free access to Twitter and all of the other internet pleasures during her absence. Google was the only way that I could access such things. All other apps had restrictions on them and my PC was locked down as tight as a drum. I was therefore pretty sure that I wasn’t meant to be on the fetish sites, but I went ahead anyway. Once I knew that Mistress was feeling better I had replied to one of her tweets in order to gauge whether or not my access was actually a kind concession from her whilst she was away. Her immediate question ‘what are you doing on Twitter slave?’ confirmed to me that it was not. I replied to her that I had believed that she had allowed my access. That was, as you know, a lie.
    I had stepped over a line and I was not happy about it. The problem was that I knew that, having taken that first step into disobedience (by accessing Twitter) I had taken another, and then another. I decided I had to confess. Below is the start of my email to Mistress:

    Dear Mistress
    I mentioned in a text this morning that I wanted to make a confession. I can assure you that I am not doing this as a result of any new found desire to be punished! It is just that one of the many joys of our relationship is that I have always been 100% honest with you. This morning when you asked about Twitter access I was not totally honest. I am sorry for that Mistress.
    I was pretty sure that you had not allowed me access to Twitter, or your website, or all the other joys that the internet has to offer. But a little while ago I found myself feeling a little down (and frankly a little bloody minded! Lol). I noticed that I could still access things like mobile Twitter through google. In the past I would have asked if I was allowed to. For the first time ever I decided to see if you would notice. And you didn’t. (It was a few days after this that I realised that you were not well. But it was too late by then).

    I then went on to confess two subsequent sins. Firstly that I had taken the opportunity to ‘follow’ a Findom on Twitter. She was someone who had frequently appeared when I did one of my favourite hashtag searches; #blackmail. Now, many very dangerous profiles appear when you do such a search. 95% are probably from the ‘fuck you pay me’ instadomme camp. But this particular Findom appeared to have perfected her craft and had long term pets totally under her control using her undoubted femdom skills supported by all that technology has to offer. Her style is tough and particularly strict and I would imagine her victims fear her and love her in equal measure. (Much as I do Mistress!). Mistress does allow me to follow other dommes but I would always ask her permission to do so. I continued my descent into the world of disobedience by sending the domme in question a small gift and telling her how much I enjoyed her twitter feed. I was very clear in my note that I was already owned by Miss Deelight and the domme in question was kind enough to reply to my note and was respectful of the fact that my only intention was to thank her.

    My second sin was to have enjoyed an exchange of emails with Princess on the subject of a forthcoming wrestling session she had planned. I had previously told her that I would be very happy for her to pick my slave brain if she ever wished to. Her forthcoming session was with someone who’s ‘needs’ appeared very similar to my own and she asked for my feedback on a couple of things. I have always enjoyed being able to help the young ladies who I have come to like who have dominated me over the years. It does give me pleasure to know that our relationships are more than just a financial transaction. I happily provided the feedback that she had asked for and thoroughly enjoyed the email exchange that ensued. Again it was all done with the mutual understanding that I am 100% the property of Miss Deelight. But I had not asked Mistresses permission to enter into such an exchange and so I knew that I had done wrong.
    I have really appreciated the reaction from Mistress. Yes she has told me that I have done wrong. But she has not tried to make me feel bad about it, or myself.
    (she did however publish the following warning to her slaves shortly after my misdemeanours became known: ‘Better watch out because when I’m out the other side of this I’m going to unleash hell and fury onto you all! No more soft Miss Deelight. It’s going to be ruthless bitch Deelight!)

    Her response has been to firstly to close any loopholes that existed in my phone access. And she has been totally successful in that. I now find that I am blocked from any use of the internet on my phone whatsoever. I have even tried one of my favourite tricks and downloaded other browsers such as bing and firefox only to find that they too are blocked. I have now given up trying to escape. I prefer it this way in all honesty. I don’t actually enjoy being a bad slave, it is just that I always have to try to escape to check that I can’t.
    And secondly Mistress has punished me, but in her own unique style. Mistress told me that I would be required to buy for her some expensive white lingerie. The twist was that I was required to research the possible options, and that I was to send them to her in order that she could choose what she liked the look of. Mistress was very clear that I was to provide pictures and internet links for each recommendation. Mistress was also very clear that the cost involved would be over and above any previous discussions or commitments made. The impact of receiving this punishment was instant and profound. It marked the beginning of several days of intense horniness, interrupted sleep and discomfort! The device really did its job over those days. I think I now begin to understand the appeal of Findom. The fact that Mistress could make me spend my money on her as a way of proving her power over me was a real turn on. As indeed was the act of choosing lingerie for her! I have never actually bought lingerie for anyone before. I found the whole process of trawling through all that the internet had to offer; looking for something that I felt might be good enough for Mistress, to be torturous in the extreme. The fact that I might be lucky enough to see her wearing what I was going to buy for her just made the whole thing so intense. After much time in front of my pc and much dribbling I sent Mistress my suggestions. Isn’t nice lingerie expensive! I knew that whichever option was chosen that my misdemeanours in Mistresses absence were going to set me back the best part of £200. Mistress quickly confirmed her choices together with the sizes that would be required to be ordered. I did as instructed, placed the orders and ensured that they were despatched directly to her gift address.

    Fast forward to yesterday at the House of Deelight. I had arrived as agreed at 9am armed with a cup of coffee for Mistress. Mistress was in her vanilla attire but looked stunning as always despite the relatively early start. I was secured to the bed upstairs and was told to stay quiet and keep my eyes shut. This was to be another ‘first’ for Taquin. Normally Mistress would secure me for an hour and leave me alone whilst preparing herself for my session and her day ahead; but not today. Mistress began to speak in soft reassuring tones. I listened as she took me step by slow step to a place of physical and mental peace and tranquillity. This wasn’t hypnosis (I am one of those people who doesn’t believe that he can ever be hypnotised) but it was a very effective approach to making me feel very calm and very relaxed. Once Mistress had ensured that every ounce of tension had left my body her next objective became clear. She told me that she was going to count down from 20 during which time her property would become harder and harder. Up until this point Mistresses property had remained as relaxed as the rest of my body. A moment of worry crossed my mind. It is very rare for Mistresses property to spring to life without some form of physical stimulation. Just for a moment I became self conscious and feared failure. But it was only momentary. Mistress said ’19, you may begin to think about what is going to happen to you in the next couple of hours’. And so I did, and so Mistresses property began to stir from its slumbers. And to my great surprise as Mistress counted down from 19 to zero I became more and more aroused by the time she had got to 10 I was rock hard and desperate for her touch. Mistress didn’t have to place any erotic thoughts in my mind. All that she did was to count down in that wonderful soft, commanding, and controlled voice of hers whilst giving me permission to become aroused and congratulating me as I did. By the time Mistress reached zero I was as horny as hell. Happy in her work Mistress told me that she was now going to leave me and that I was to keep my eyes shut until she told me that I was allowed to open them on her return. And so that is how I stayed for the next 40 minutes; secured to the bed, eyes closed and body relaxed but with Mistresses property hard and dribbling and desperate for her return.

    Mistress re-entered the room and mocked her dribbling property. Mistress so clearly understands, and seems to relish, the effect that she has on me. It is one of the things that makes me feel so helpless around her. All it takes is a word, a look or a momentary touch and I am lost. I was told that I could open my eyes. I was met with the sight of Mistress looking lovely wrapped as she was in a light coloured robe with a material belt holding it closed. She went to the drawers at the foot of the bed and retrieved some silk scarves. One by one she released my wrists and ankles from the restraints that had been applied for the previous hour and replaced them with a silk scarf that was then tied to the bed head or the foot of the bed. And it felt magically sensual as each was applied. Mistress allowed each scarf to caress her property as she tied me to the bed. The feeling as a scarf was placed around each limb and drawn tight was divine. And when Mistress needed to secure the wrist and ankle on the far side of the bed she had to reach across me allowing her body to lightly touch my own as she did it. I gasped at the slightest touch. Once secured Mistress walked to the bottom of the bed and admired her work. She removed her robe and to my absolute joy revealed the fact that she was wearing the white lacy lingerie that I had been made to buy for her. And it was absolutely divine! It fitted perfectly and was so, so feminine and so, so hot! Mistress took two more scarves from the drawer and climbed onto the bed placing one leg either side of my chest. I looked up and realised that I really was in heaven. Mistress took one scarf and used it to gag me. She then looked over her shoulder and used one hand to allow the remaining scarf to gently touch her property and my thighs whilst using her other hand to provide the gentlest of touches to my nipples. By now my head was swimming in a sea of pleasure. For the next hour or so Mistress teased and tormented me with her body and the scarf. She took great pleasure in telling me of what she was capable of doing to me and how weak I was in comparison to her. And she is absolutely correct. I was a total whimpering mess. And it felt so good. Mistress also took great pleasure in telling me that up until that point she hadn’t actually taken hold of her property. She had just used words, visions, thoughts, and the gentlest of touches from a silk scarf and I was in bits. When Mistress did eventually wrap the scarf around her property and take hold of it I was on the very edge of orgasm (I had been there for some time). Mistress edged me mercilessly for a little while until I was begging her to allow me to cum. I was terrified of being taken over the edge and cumming without permission. Eventually Mistress gave me her permission and with the immense relief of a slave who had been taken to breaking point I let go. And it was huge and intense! Mistress continued to work away on her property as I orgasmed uncontrollably. I didn’t know if what I was experiencing was pleasure or pain, I just knew that I had more to cum. In the end it most certainly became post orgasm torture. I writhed unable to escape her grip as Mistress continued to work on her, now hyper sensitive, property. Eventually Mistress stopped, and in a moment of intense silence I began to come to my senses. I felt satisfied, elated and exhausted. Thank you Mistress.


  • Reasons To Visit #15 – Cuckold Fetish

    You pay for the shoes that I wear out on my date with my Alpha Male and you worship them before I leave. You purchased the dress that he’s going to pull off of me in a fit of lust. As the beta male you can only imagine what that would be like.  You want me so much.  You fantasie daily about what it would be like to fuck me.  Your orgasms when permitted are intensified by the very thought of the fact that you will NEVER have me.  


  • Your Addiction Will Cost You! – New Fetish Clip #Smoking #Findom

    Well Hello again! Yes it’s me, your favourite smoking Domme, Mistress Deelight. I thought I would bring you a new smoking clip now that I have a fab new hair cut. What do you think? It doesn’t matter what you think about my hair. All that matters is how weak you become when I do that dangerously addictive thing that you love so much. That very very expensive habit you’ve got. Mmmmmmm. OH yes! You’re not a smoker but you are addicted to smoking and your addiction is going to cost you. You can try and resist all you want but it’s not going to work. You see, resistance is futile as I draw on this cigarette and the end of it glows, I am drawing you deeper, deeper into addiction. Addicted to me! And as I blow that smoke back in your face, you become more seduced. So turned on! So Intoxicated! So VERY HARD for me!

    My words just melt into your brain and it drives you insane. Becoming more addicted. And the deeper your addiction grows, the more costly it’s going to become. Just like if you actually smoke, it’s a very expensive habit. BUt watching me smoke is even more so. You are feeling yourself drawn into my eyes and drawn to my lips and drawn to me drawing on this cigarette. That’s it.. As I exhale, you become mine! I am becoming your drug. And I am the only dealer there is. I can see you stroking. I can see you rubbing it up and down. Go on! Stroke for me, because you are going to watch this video again and again because the orgasm you are going to get by the end of it is going to blow your fucking mind. MMMM, deeper! I like to tease you with little drags before I take a big long pull. The big ones make you super hard, they make you jerk faster and faster. Go on, do it! You are becoming so fucking addicted to me right now. And do you know what I am going to do? Just like any dealer would, I’m going to keep supplying this special drug and I’m going to drain you as I draw on this cigarette. Stroke and tribute, tribute if you want more. Stroke if you want me to suck harder on this cigarette, sucking all your money out of you and that gives you the same kind of rush that I get from filling my lungs with this smoke, knowing that you are going to fill my bank account. Come closer, get ready to spunk it all out. Hit that tribute button. That’s a good boy, wank it hard and fast. Last one now. This drag makes you MINE! Oh good boy! Look at that mess. You are now officially addicted. Now go and buy this clip again and again.


  • Slave Taquin – Session Report – E-stim ElectroPebble @estimsystems

    Slave Taquin – E-Stim ElectroPebble

    Since the acquisition of theE-stim ElectroPebble many of my regulars have been introduced to its amazing capabilities, may favourite of which being the ability to keep a slave on the edge through a variety of awesome controls.  Taquin was one of the first to experience the intensity of this electro play instrument.  Read on for his report….


    It was the day of my session and I was most excited! But also a little anxious. Mistress had mentioned in a text a couple of days earlier that she wanted to use the large wrestling mat that I had bought for the floor of the dungeon and her new electrics toy. I have enjoyed electrics before but also I had had it used against me in an interrogation once. It is a devastating tool in the right hands, and Mistress has shown in the past what an expert she is with it. (I should say that being interrogated by Mistress remains as one of the most wonderfully intense sessions that I have ever experienced).

    I entered the HOD locking the front door behind me and removed my footwear in the lobby. Mistress called me through into the lounge. She was wearing black lingerie and looked fabulous. I was instructed to take the large mat that was stood up behind the vac bed in the corner of the room and put it on the floor of the dungeon, strip and wait for Mistress. I did as instructed. A few moments later Mistress entered the room and demanded to know what I had got in my bag. I started to present her with its contents. The first item was a Boots gift card that Mistress was pleased with. There then followed my key safe for the chastity device, my phone, a Viagra pill and lastly the ‘Max’ remote control electric vibrator that Mistress had made me buy some weeks earlier. Mistress asked why I had bought the Max with me. I cheekily replied that I thought she had said that this was going to be an ‘electrics’ session, and that I hoped that the Max was the sort of electrics that she was referring too. She did laugh at my pathetic attempt at humour, which made me happy. She then told me that I would be punished for my cheekiness, which made me scared!

    Mistress picked up the leather bondage mittens and strapped them to my wrists. She popped a Viagra into my mouth and made me swallow it with the water she provided. Mistress looked down at my device and teased me with whether or not she would remove it or make me suffer further with her Viagra enthused property. Not surprisingly the device stayed on. I was instructed to lie face down on the mat and Mistress clipped the mittens together behind my back. This was my first experience of the mat. It is actually made to be used for judo, wrestling and martial arts. It is very firm but provides just enough ‘give’ to make it possible for a slave to be laid on the floor for a whole session (as I was about to find out). Mistress asked if I was comfortable to which I replied ‘yes thank you Mistress although the device is pushing up into me a little’. Mistress responded ‘that’s good’ and sat down on my arse to make it significantly more uncomfortable! Mistress put leather cuffs on my ankles and linked ankles and wrists together to form a hog tie. Having observed that I had absolutely no chance of escape (the bondage mitts prevent any of my bad habits) Mistress selected a lockable leather blindfold, applied it, picked up my phone and left the room. I was left alone in the darkness wondering what fate awaited me today.

    As always I lay and I listened. I love to hear Mistress going about her work safe in the knowledge that her slave is secured ready for her whenever she chooses to return. And I always feel safe as well. It is the moment when I can become immersed 100% in my fetish world knowing that I am totally at the mercy of my Mistress and her needs. I have no decisions to take and no influence on what might happen. Bliss.

    Today Mistress was particularly quiet doing whatever it was she was doing. I guessed that she was catching up with her world online. Sometimes she will use this time to make changes to my phone in order to close any loopholes that I had discovered. But this wasn’t necessary today. I had found it totally impossible to access anything fetish related on it for some time (or on my PC for that matter). I did hear Mistress giggle at one point. I inquired what she was laughing at. Sometimes such a question would be met with ‘it’s none of your business slave’ but today Mistress replied ‘I am enjoying reading your emails’. I wondered what it was that had amused her. I thought about a recent exchange that I had had with Princess (Mistress had given me permission to email with her and so that was ok) and all of my communications with Sissy Mouse on the subject of chastity devices. I am sure that there were lots of opportunities for mirth in those.

    I heard the slow purposeful steps of Mistress as she entered the dungeon. My body tensed involuntarily as it knew that it inevitably faced some form of torment. Luckily for me it was hogtied on the floor or the HOD and had no chance of escape. My fetish mind always longs for the return of Mistress. Luckily Mistress has total control of it and every other part of me. I felt the hands of Mistress unclip the link between my wrists and my ankles. I felt the muscular relief as I was able to lower my feet back down to the mat. I then felt Mistress lower herself back down onto my arse putting pressure back on to the device, and me. Mistress leaned forwards and cupped her hands over my mouth, and pulled back towards herself. My back arched as the pressure was applied and my ability to breathe through the discomfort was severely limited. I loved the feeling of Mistress taking ‘hands on’ physical control of me, particularly as there was absolutely no opportunity to resist her as my hands were secured behind my back. After a little while Mistress released her grip and reached down to the mat for something that she had bought into the dungeon with her. In my blindfolded darkness I could not know what it was. I felt a sharp point begin to etch its way across my back. It didn’t really hurt, but I winced and twitched as only someone who fears physical pain ever would. ‘I wouldn’t move if I were you slave. We wouldn’t want an accident now would we’ were the words from my Mistress. I enquired as to what it was that was now being run across the small of my back causing it to twitch involuntarily. ‘It is the tip of a hunting knife slave. And it is very, very sharp!’ Mistress ran the tip of the knife across the soft and sensitive parts of my body. I lay as still as I could and as always had to put my complete trust in Mistress.

    Mistress stood up and I heard her footsteps as she made her way upstairs. Of course she had gone to get something from the bedroom, but I had no idea as to what it might be. But I did know that I was about to find out! A couple of moments later Mistress returned and I felt her unclip my wrists from behind my back. ‘turn over onto your back slave’. I did as instructed and placed my arms down by my side. Mistress climbed onto my chest facing towards my feet and pinned my arms to my side with her knees. I jumped as I felt the first splat of hot wax drop on my stomach. Mistress laughed at the effect. The dripping of hot wax, and the twitching continued, all around her property. Eventually I heard Mistress blow out the flame and her say ‘well I think you had better lay very still for the next bit slave.’ She sounded so very happy as she went to work with her hunting knife shaving the wax and any adjoining hair from my body. Luckily for me I am clean shaven down below. (I have been clean shaven ever since one of my very first sessions with Mistress when she had made me stand in the bath with my hands tied behind my back whilst she shaved off all of my pubic hair). Having removed each and every drop of wax from my body Mistress stood up and declared that she had better secure my hands for the next part of the session. This came as both a concern and a relief. A concern about what might be coming next and a relief because I find it difficult to submit completely if I am not restrained.

    My wrists were tightly bound in a cross formation across my chest with chains. Mistress had removed my blindfold and I saw her walk across the dungeon and pick up her box of electrics. She informed me that it was a new toy for the House of Deelight by the name of an E-stim ‘ElectroPebble’. As Mistress went about the task of applying the electrode rings around my balls and the base of her property she explained that the E-stim ElectroPebble would allow her to use up to 8 different modes. In the following 40 or so minutes I was introduced to each of them. There was Pulse, Flo, Split, Bounce, Audio, Milk, Squeeze, Tease and Torment. But it is not the number of modes that is important. It is how Mistress uses them. The levels of intensity, the timing and most devastating of all, the edging in between.

    Mistress started off gently enough. The E-stim ElectroPebble was turned onto Pulse and I felt the tingling sensation ripple through Mistresses property. Interestingly the point of sensation in my mind was about 2/3rds up the shaft although I knew that the electrodes were placed at the base of it. Mistress increased the intensity further until she was happy that I was experiencing that physical and mental confusion that is created by the space between pleasure and pain. And as the pain and discomfort intensified to a level that was difficult to cope with Mistress gently took hold of her property and started to work away at it. And so pleasure would take over and it felt like the electrics had been turned down (it hadn’t). Mistress can bring me to the edge of orgasm as quickly or as slowly as she wants but once there I fear going too far, being made to endure a ruin and being sent away early from my session. There was absolutely no risk of that happening today. The moment that I reached that point Mistress would zap me with a jolt of electricity and all possibility of an orgasm was crushed in a moment. This for me is what makes electrics such a devastating tool. It gives Mistress the ultimate control of her property, and how she used it against me today. We moved from one E-stim ElectroPebble mode to the next, and each time the intensity became too much Mistress would edge me to almost to the point of no return before crushing me with the next shock. Edging and crushing, edging and crushing. At one point mistress moved the Pebble into sound activation mode. The louder the sound the higher the intensity. Mistress placed the Pebble next to her sound deck and started to play a piece of classical music that I know well. Its name escapes me but I know that it starts quietly but builds over time to a deafening crescendo. I tensed in the knowledge of what was to come. As the piece progressed the jolts running up and down Mistresses property became more and more intense. By this point I was losing it. I didn’t know what I was feeling. So much pleasure, so much discomfort, so much intensity and so much mindfucking joy. Mistress had returned to moving through the E-stim ElectroPebble modes. Edging and crushing, edging and crushing. I opened my eyes briefly and looked up at this gorgeous woman standing over me in stockings and suspenders looking down on me and felt totally and completely helpless and controlled. All I could think was ‘what a magnificent woman she is’. And then I think I passed out. I say ‘I think’ because I am not really sure what happened. It has certainly never happened before but the next thing I knew was that Mistress was standing in a different part of the dungeon saying ‘and where did you just go slave?’ I had totally lost it for a few moments. But then I was back and the process continued on and on. Eventually I found myself being edged once again and getting close to orgasm. Yet again I cried out that I was going to cum. But this time there was no shock, just the soft kind words of Mistress telling me to let it all out as she continued to work on her property.

    And I did.

    Mistress. You are truly Magnificent!


  • Another Happy Custom Clip Customer

    Yesterday I and my Hypnobot filmed a custom clip in which Hypnobot (in his human form) was my Boss but he hadn’t paid me on time.  He was rich and powerful but I slowly seduced him, draining his wallet in the process until he was left with nothing.  I took his keys, his watch and finally I took his tie.  Claiming my position as Boss and leaving him penny-less. The clips main focus was the smart shirt and tie along with wallet draining.  As it is a custom clip and overpriced, I can’t share it but I will share a couple of screen shots along with his response…..

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  • Reasons to Visit #14 – Financial Domination

    Whenever you pay for one of my services or any of my content, you are already being financially dominated whether you realise it or not.  The very fact that you part with your cash for me gives me power over you.  That power I have will grow in time until you find yourself addicted and helpless.  It is then that I will begin extracting from you and draining your wallet. You will find yourself on a journey that you didn’t know you had begun, you will find yourself obeying my every command and paying for the privilege, lavishing gifts on me until eventually you just hand over cash to me because that act alone, excites you.

    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.

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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Wonderful Week

    All it takes is a little seed planted in the mind of a slave.  It doesn’t need water or light.  It just needs to be planted then TOLD to grow.  And grow it will!


    With the morning’s 6am session so fresh and vivid in my mind I stopped in the motorway services and spent a couple of hours writing about it before including it in last week’s blog and then submitted the whole glorious tale to Mistress for her approval.

    I continued my journey home still marvelling at the intensity of the session I had just experienced. Mistress had instructed me to go home unlocked and then to lock up again that evening using the padlock that had been left open for me for the purpose. There were two reasons for this. Firstly that there was a little redness under Mistresses property that she felt should be given a few hours to subside and secondly that she thought that it would be a good idea to allow the Viagra to work its way out of my system before caging her property again. This was the first time that I had been made to take a Viagra before a session and so Mistress wanted to ensure that she understood its effects on me. She is such a caring and thoughtful Mistress.

    In actual fact Mistresses property remained relaxed for the rest of the day and I suspect that Mistress could have locked it away safely enough following the huge orgasm that it had experienced. I did as instructed however and waited until 6pm, locked up and sent the photographic proof to Mistress via WhatsApp. I then got on with my evening at home. It was about 20 minutes later that I looked at WhatsApp again to see if the two grey ticks had turned to blue (therefore indicating that Mistress had read my message and seen the picture). They hadn’t. What was really odd was the fact that I could see that, just after I had sent Mistress the lock up photograph, I had also sent her an audio recording. I concluded that I must have somehow inadvertently pressed record and send whilst still in the app. I had a quick melt down as I wondered what I had accidentally recorded and sent to Mistress. I rushed to a ‘quiet spot’ and pressed play. All I could hear was the rustling of a phone in my pocket and the faint sounds of the TV programme that I was watching at the time. I relaxed a little and continued with my evening. I decided not to message Mistress about my audio recording as she would realise that it was a mistake on my part, and it was Sunday after all.

    On Monday I sent my morning text to Mistress as required and then opened up my laptop to do some work. Instantly I saw the tell tale ‘Teamviewer end of session’ notice and realised that I had missed a visit from Mistress the night before. The other clue to the fact that Mistress had been on my laptop was the notes page that was open on my screen that informed me that I was to order a Lovense Max male masturbator (which can apparently be operated remotely by an app!) and 7 large silk scarves.

    I have to say that both purchases filled my mind with a myriad of happy kinky thoughts. I did however caution myself to remember that even if Mistress was able to control the Max from the comfort of her own home it most certainly didn’t guarantee me a wonderful orgasm as a result. In fact it could bring with a whole new world of torment. As far as the silk scarves were concerned my mind was drawn back to my session the day before. As Mistress had teased me to the point of tears with just one silk scarf she had used softly whispered words to describe a scene where she would abduct me in my own home and use silk scarves to gag me, bind my wrists behind my back, take me to a bedroom and hog tie me. She would be wearing gorgeous white lingerie and I would be able to feel the warmth of her sweetly scented body only inches away from mine as she tied me up. I have to tell you that this is just about the most powerful image that I can imagine. Mistresses property tried to jump to attention at these thoughts, but was as always it was thwarted by the steel cage.

    I sent Mistress a text to thank her for her instructions and to say that I had placed the orders. Her reply shook me slightly. She told me that not only had she been on my PC the day before but that she had also been on my phone, done a sound recording and then sent it to herself, via my WhatsApp! It appears that Mistress can now sign into my phone whenever she wants without leaving a trace of evidence of her visit. At least I always know that she has been on laptop when she pays a visit in my absence. The fact that she can record my every word is somewhat disconcerting, as is the fact that she can send a WhatsApp (or anything else I imagine) that anyone else receiving it would believe was written by me. Now that is rather scary! But I do believe that I am protected by the ultimate ‘force field’. She is actually a nice person! I feel safe under her control. I have confessed to Mistress that I sometimes wish that she was less ‘ethical’ and that I didn’t feel safe at all. But Mistress gets what she wants from me in her own way. She doesn’t have to take. All she has to do is to get me into the right frame of mind and she knows that I will become desperate to give.

    This week was the perfect example of this. The combination of thoughts of remote control masturbators, silk scarves and the laptop and phone intrusions made me do what I always seem to do at such times. I felt a huge need to submit to Mistress further. And so I did. I sent Mistress a text that asked her to take full control of my CirclePay account that is an app on my phone. In it sits nearly £300 that I have saved to pay Mistress for any costs she might incur on my behalf (control software, toys, gorgeous white lingerie etc etc.). It is also directly linked to my business bank account which acts as a source of funds if it needs topping up. Mistress seemed very pleased at my attempt to submit even further.

    On Tuesday I started a wonderful exchange of messages with my lovely vanilla lady friend. Or maybe not so vanilla after all! She has struck up a friendship with a chap who it seems has a decidedly masochistic streak in the bedroom. He had said that he would like to be subjected to some pretty serious CBT and so she wanted to pick my brains for any good ideas. I soon found out that Mistress had already provided her with hints and tips (she didn’t tell me what they were though). I did the best that I could to provide thoughts and ideas as well. On the morning of my friends next ‘meeting’ with this chap she sent me a text telling me of how nervous she was and how she wished that she had had the opportunity to practice some of the things that she planned to do with him beforehand. I of course did what any true friend would do in the circumstances and suggested that she should seek Mistresses permission to use me to practice on! As it happens my friend was at work all that morning and so she wasn’t able to take me up on the offer. I was a little relieved as CBT at the hands of an enthusiastic ‘newbie’ might have hurt even more than it should. I explained this to her in a follow up text to. In her reply to me she pointed out that she knew that I was actually disappointed. She was of course correct. It could have been a lot of fun!
    And then on Wednesday I had a fun exchange of emails with Princess. She had a wrestling session coming up with someone whose needs appeared to be pretty similar to mine and so she wanted to pick my brains for thoughts on how to approach the session. I had, in a previous email, told her to contact me if she thought it might be useful to do so. And so I was delighted that she did.

    On Thursday I found myself realising what a lucky slave I am. I had started the week with a simply stunning session with Mistress. She had continued to build on it during Monday. And then on Tuesday and Wednesday I had spent much of my time exchanging fetish texts with two lovely ladies. And all of this whilst being able to be a part of Mistresses terrific group of Pets. It really doesn’t get much better than this.
    The rest of the week was quiet as Mistress took a couple of days off to catch up on other things and I got on with necessary vanilla tasks.


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  • A Happy Little Cum Dump

    Yesterday my trainee cum dump visited to experience a session of humiliation, degradation, cuckold fantasy and best of all….. his first cock suck.  Obviously with him doing the sucking, all the way to completion.  I’m so kind to give my worthless little runts such a delicious meal.  Here he is, prepped and ready to serve his Master.  I have other images but they will go into my private gallery on Adultwork.  He did such a good job, not surprisingly with my training and persuasion.  His master left happy, and thus so did he.

    And here is the lovely feedback I received; my little cuck slave really enjoyed his first time with me…….


  • Hypnobot Mannequins

    I had a great session today with my Male and Female Hypnobots; HB1 and HB2.  I have installed deep into their subconscious minds, a trigger that makes them become mannequins.  At first they stand to attention when the trigger is given but they are not rigid.  They are physically manipulable and flexible so that I may have my own private fun with them, moving them into various positions to my amusement.  I intend to build upon this newly programmed command so that I can humiliate them without them even being aware that they are being humiliated.

    First of all I had them facing each other, totally unaware of what I was doing to them.  I put HB1’s finger up his nose and in his ears, while I placed HB2’s hands on her own bottom.  I have footage of this entire scene which will go live on my clips sites soon.  I then decided bend HB2 over, her hands still placed on her bottom but now facing her rear towards HB1 who was placed in a kneeling position with his hands gripping her.  I can honestly say that I don’t know where I was going with this but that I had a lot of fun doing it!

    Next I positioned HB2 on the floor with her hands on her head.  I decided I would like to own a worshiped female mannequin, so I raised her leg towards HB1 who had been placed hands flat on the floor with his head in a kissing position to HB2’s foot.  I liked this pose.  I like how smart and immaculate my human robots are presented.  I kept them in this position for some time!

    This is Commander Deelight reporting.  Footage will follow soon.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – A Session of Two Halves

    Sissy Mouse would not be Sissy Mouse without his bumbling ways and more than occasional moments of angst and dilemma. However, when a Slave like my longest serving devoted Mousey tells me that he wants to go home midway through a session, that gives me cause for concern.  I know for a fact that if I’d let him leave with all his stresses ruining his session he might never forgive himself and I might never hear from him again because of his inner shame.  I use the word ‘might’ with emphasis.  However, my method of coaching doesn’t apply to just Sissy Mouse.  If I found any other slave new or old, in the same predicament then I would deal with them the same way.  A simple time out and a chat.  A little bit of reassurance or a pep talk does the world of good for anxious pets.


    A session of two halves.

    My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight started much later in the day than usual and I duly walked through the door at my allotted time of 2pm. On entering Mistress shouted my instructions from upstairs to immediately kneel facing the fireplace and chant my mantra. I left my usual offerings plus Mistress’s birthday gift by the door and did as instructed. After a few chants, Mistress then shouts down to strip off and continue. With this done, I continue until the inevitable dramatic stomp on the stairs as Mistress descends. Mistress says nothing other than to tell me to take a deep breath and put some meaning into my chant (I thought I was but who am I to argue?). I continue for a while longer until Mistress squeezes in front of me giving me the view of spiky platform shoes and latex enveloped legs.
    Mistress then tells me to stop and hook her suspender strap to her latex stocking. I, as usual bumble about trying to do as instructed whilst enjoying the view of Mistress’s latex clad bum. Once I have done this Mistress walks behind me and invites me to turn around and on doing so I enjoy the view of Mistress in a bright blue latex bra top, shorts and stockings. Mistress is also sporting her new short haircut which I compliment her on and has in my opinion given her a very youthful look. Mistress wasn’t convinced that it had (I will leave that for you the reader to decide) but either way Mistress looked fabulous as always. Mistress was very pleased that I was wearing her collar that she presented to me at my last visit. The collar is a collection of rings with a pink ribbon running through them. Once attached and the ribbon tightened into a bow it has a nice grip to it. Not enough to strangle me obviously but to remind me of the grip Mistress has on me. I had also attached the tag that Mistress had instructed me to order. On the front, it says ‘Mousey’ on the rear ‘Owned by Miss Deelight’ although the writing is quite small or possibly ‘discreet’.

    Mistress then informs me to stand and opens the tall standing cage for me to enter. Once I am inside Mistress closes the door and I realise how much weight I have put back on since I last stood in that cage in November last year. It also doesn’t go unnoticed to Mistress (time to get that back under control). Mistress locks the cage door and leaves me to it. Normally this time helps me to cleanse the outside world but today it won’t go away and I just stand in the cage almost feeling bored with my mind whirring about work and other stuff. After a while Mistress returns and enquires about how long in days I have served her? My answer is 1449 and with that Mistress informs me that this is the amount of the cane I will be receiving today. I laugh nervously and at that point know I wouldn’t even be able to take 10 today with my head as it was right then. Mistress then opens the cage and tells me to stand with my hands on my head and gives me a whack on the bum with the cane and I immediately squat down and steady myself on the bench. I do struggle with being caned standing up but never like this. After some expert coercing from Mistress I stand back up hands on head and Mistress tries again. Once again, I go straight down because it’s too much for me and I don’t know why. Mistress tries several more times but I just can’t, so gives up and tells me to kneel over the bench. This doesn’t work either and Mistress stops and asks me what’s wrong? At this point I had no idea what was wrong and all I could say is ‘I think I want to go home’. Which didn’t best please Mistress. Luckily Mistress knows me better than this and tells me to get a drink and sit on the floor in-front of her throne. Where we have a chat about things which helped immensely and after a little while I feel more engaged with our session. I use the bathroom and return in a completely different frame of mind.

    In a scenario like a half time pep talk during a football match I now feel ready for the challenge ahead. Mistress invites me to choose 4 implements, they are (after much bumbling) the Canadian prison strap, the wooden bath brush, a short leather paddle and a thick school cane. I hand these to Mistress and she once again straps me into the bench and whilst doing so informs me that I am to receive 50 of each implement, which I mishear as 15. Mistress quite firmly states ‘FIVE ZERO’ and so it begins. First up the prison strap and after a few trial whacks for aim the rest were delivered with great force and accuracy, leaving me squirming about as we got into the forties. Next the bath brush and once again with a force that I hadn’t felt before, then the leather paddle in blocks of ten with me squirming as the last two of the block were delivered. Finally (or so I thought) the cane. With the 50 delivered I was in such a happy place that I couldn’t believe I was the same person that was in the same spot about an hour ago. Believing this was it I was then slightly shocked to learn that I was now to have 50 of the thin whippy cane that I couldn’t take earlier. However, with my head firmly in the correct place I managed it, helped by a very encouraging Mistress.

    Now came something that tested me to my absolute limits, the whip. I can’t stand the whip the sting of it is too much to bare for me and Mistress knows this which is why it came out and because of my announcement earlier that I wanted to go home I knew I had to dig deep and take it. And take it I did until strike number 2 when I begged Mistress to stop and she put me in the biggest rock and hard place ever. Mistress asked me if I was asking for mercy and effectively ‘safe wording’. Over the last 3 years and 4 months this is the closest Mistress has ever got me to such a situation. However, Mistress also knows I am stubborn and giving me the option to beg for mercy leaves me no option but to carry on and take it. Mistress was very kind and did give me some gentle lashes in-between some very hard lashes and I finally took the 50. The most I have ever taken.

    Once this was over I led on the bench contemplating what just happened whilst Mistress cleaned the implements she had used. We are both usually quiet for a few minutes after these sorts of sessions to soak up all the energy that has charged the room.

    Mistress then unstraps me and tells me to redress whilst she goes and gets changed. I clean the bench as I always like to do almost in homage to what went on there and we both have a nice post session chat before it’s time to return to reality.
    As always, I am grateful to Mistress for another fantastic session but more so this time for turning things around for me and getting my head in the right place. It has also provided me with a challenge in the future to take a hard caning standing with hands on head.


  • Slave Taquin – Session Blog – Phenomenal!

    The title of this blog from Slave Taquin, really does say it all! It sums me up in one word and that is all I need to say on the matter.  Read on!


    I started this week badly. I sent Mistress a short text that told her that I was going to be late sending her my blog for the previous week.

    It is not my place to ‘tell’ Mistress anything!

    I received a text back from Mistress demanding to know why I was sending her a morning text like that and why my blog was not going to be with her until later in the day. I apologised profusely and explained that I suspected that I had been getting far too comfortable in my position as her long term slave. I tend to use the writing of my blog as a safety valve if Mistress has really got to me in some way. It had been a pleasantly relaxed week by comparison to many and so I just hadn’t got round to it. I know that this really isn’t the right attitude for a good slave but I had become complacent. We exchanged texts on the subject and then Mistress left me alone to write my blog.

    My morning texts with Mistress on Monday were all about setting up my next session. And it was going to be soon. Now that really did get me going. And then everything on my phone went dark! I think the only things that I could do was to make phone calls and use the calculator. I suspected that I was being punished for the day before.

    The next morning I found that I could text again (but nothing else had been allowed). I sent my morning text and confirmed what Mistress would already have known. Her actions had resulted in an uncomfortably horny night. Mistress mocked me by return: ‘Ahhhhh one press of a button and I’m back on your mind ‘ And of course she is right. That is all it takes now. But Mistress is the only person who could have this instant effect on me. Yes I become too comfortable in this existence during the times that Mistress chooses to devote her attention to other more important matters, but she has conditioned me to the point now where she can restore my mind to its rightful place with the simplest of actions.

    I was a happy slave that morning especially as the last pieces in my vanilla plans had come together to allow my session to take place in less than a week’s time. I sent a text to Mistress confirming both things. There then ensued a series of texts that turned my happiness to despair. After some confusion we discovered that Mistress had sent two texts that had never actually arrived in my text stream from her. They were both about the date of my session. It now seemed likely that we would have to postpone, as I had arranged vanilla activities on the date she had suggested in the missing texts’. I did my best to put a brave face on it in my communications to Mistress, but inside I was so disappointed.

    I awoke the next morning to a text from Mistress informing me that she would see me at the HOD at 6am on Sunday morning. 6am! That is absolutely fine with me. I would be happy to spend time with my Mistress whenever or wherever she chooses. But it seemed totally unreasonable to think that she should put herself through that. I told her precisely that and told her that I felt that we should postpone my session. But she insisted. What a wonderful Mistress!

    It was around midday on Wednesday that I got a worrying couple of communications from Mistress. The first was a text that asked if I had removed Qustodio from my phone and the second was a Twitter message that demanded to know what I was doing on Twitter (I had replied to one of her tweets). I found myself humming the tune to ‘There may be trouble ahead’ as I considered how best to reply. The truth of the matter was that I had found it impossible to remove Qustodio from my phone (and so I was innocent of that felony) but I had most certainly been accessing Twitter and indeed Mistresses website. I had found that I had got access to both from the moment that Mistress had allowed me back on my phone the day before. I thought that it had been intentional and so had enjoyed the access whilst it was available to me. I explained all of this to Mistress and thankfully she accepted my explanations. I suspect that whatever the problem is with Qustodio will be resolved by Mistress on Sunday, following which her grip will tighten once again.

    Today Sunday….
    It was at 4.46am this morning that my phone pinged to let me know that I had received a text from Mistress. It was a series of emoji’s; Yawns, zzz’s and tears. Up until that moment I had been working on early morning autopilot. All of a sudden things became very real and very imminent. My 6am Sunday morning session really was going to happen!
    As I continued to prepare myself for my journey to Newport I thought back to an unusual exchange of texts that had taken place a couple of days earlier. Mistress had asked if I had any special requests for this morning’s session. In the early days Mistress had sometimes asked, or more often ‘extracted’, my wonderfully twisted thoughts and desires. But not anymore. Once she had got to know me and had worked out how to get to me she took total control. As a result Mistress had made sure that I would never have any idea of what might happen in any sessions. And yet this week she had asked for my input. I was slightly concerned as I wrote some ideas for my session. Was I falling into some sort of trap?

    I entered the HOD at 6am armed with a Skinny vanilla late with sugar free vanilla for Mistress. I was greeted by a Mistress who was looking lovely but I suspected feeling just a little short of sleep. I thanked her for being willing to see me at such an unearthly hour. I was instructed to undress in the bathroom and then to return to the dungeon, place anything that I had brought for Mistress on the whipping bench and then to sit on the wooden chair that had been placed in the middle of the room. I did as instructed and then waited for Mistress to enter the room. I thought about the things that I had asked to happen during the session and wondered if any of them actually would. One request that I had made now troubled me. In the bravado of suggesting session activities I had mentioned that I had not experienced ‘electrics’ for some time. I was now regretting having mentioned it at all! It is true that some of my most intense, memorable and enjoyable sessions have involved electrics, but it is something that I wouldn’t normally have been brave enough to suggest. What had I been thinking!

    Mistress entered the dungeon and took the wooden manacles that I had made for her off the hooks on the walls. She secured my wrists together in front of me and then my ankles. Mistress then went about using rope to bind me firmly to the chair. It was a glorious feeling, particular at those times when she reached around my body and moved her body close to mine. Bliss. Within a few minutes I was totally immobilised and at her mercy. Mistress looked at the items that I had laid out on the whipping bench and asked ‘what is the money for slave?’ Mistress knew that it wasn’t in payment for the session. (She had previously taken all of the money due to her for sessions, chastity and distance control for the whole of 2017). I replied that it was for her birthday present. Mistresses birthday isn’t actually until the end of May but I was conscious that it might not be possible for me to see her again before then and so I wanted to give her the money for it today. Mistress was very pleased as we both knew precisely how it was going to be spent. Next Mistress unlocked my key safe with the code that only she knows. She took from it a Viagra, popped it on my tongue, squirted water in my mouth and told me to swallow. I did as instructed and thought to myself ‘there is no going back now’. This was on my wish list, but it was an addition to my session that we had never previously tried. It made me both excited and apprehensive. Mistress has the ability to work me up into an uncontrollable frenzy at any time. My only problem has been that as soon as she stopped I would very quickly shrivel again. It was often as she brought things back to life again that would result in me cumming without permission, which inevitably resulted in a ruin. I had hoped that a Viagra would overcome this. My worry today however was that it could result in Mistress being able to tease me and edge me to a point where I could no longer cope. As it turned out I was absolutely right to worry!

    Next Mistress removed the padlock from my chastity device and slid off the cage. Her property was free for the first time since I had last visited the HOD. Mistress then picked up the 3rd and last item that I had left on the whipping bench for her. It was my phone. She went into Qustodio and using the password that only she knows she reset everything to where it should be. And whilst she did this I noticed a surprisingly enthusiast sensation in Mistresses property. I looked down to find that it had started to swell in appreciation of the controls that it knew Mistress was imposing through my phone. The Viagra was obviously working even better than I had anticipated. This was even more evident when Mistress told me that she had imposed strict controls using Qustodio and that she had something new to load onto my phone. As she tapped away on my phone and as I felt her grip tighten on my life her property grew harder and harder. So much so in fact that I had to ask Mistress to turn the stainless steel ring that sits behind my balls (that Mistress had left in place) a little as the post to which the cage would normally be attached was digging into the base of her property. Mistress grinned as she turned the ring a little and told me that my balls had swollen so much that she would need lube to remove the ring. Mistress walked into the lounge declaring that she was now going to have her breakfast. Leaving me alone in the dungeon with a cock that was throbbing far more than normal.

    A further 30 minutes passed before Mistress decided that it was time for my session proper to commence. She had been upstairs and had returned having changed into a lacy black top that framed the edges of a beautiful black bra together with black leather shorts. Mistress looked absolutely stunning! It took me a couple of moments to notice what she was carrying. In her left hand was the metal case containing the electrics paraphernalia and in her right hand was a gag. Oh dear! I am pretty sure that Mistress could see the fear in my eyes as she put them both onto the whipping bench. Thankfully her next action was to pick up her phone in order that she could review my session requests. She said: ‘Viagra tick, Electrics tick, Bra tick, Silk scarf – ah, I knew that I had forgotten something’. With which Mistress went back upstairs only to return a moment later with a pretty red silk scarf.

    Mistress put a pair of rubber gloves on, put some lube on them and commenced to smooth it in around the chastity device ring that was still in place behind my balls. By this time my balls had grown to such a size that it took some real effort by Mistress, and some real pain for me, before it was able to be removed. It did eventually come off and as the pain subsided I opened my eyes to see that Mistress had picked up the silk scarf. She waited a moment longer before very very gently allowing the scarf to caress the top of her property.
    What followed next was a full hour of the most divine, intense, phenomenal, teasing that I have ever experienced. Seriously, EVER experienced. I gasped, I whimpered, (I even snorted at one point to Mistresses great amusement). My body shook uncontrollably and I was rendered close to tears. And yet Mistress went on and on. All the time whilst using the silk scarf and her wonderful hands to drive me insane she spoke to me. She filled my mind with thoughts and images of things to come and I found myself living through the present and the potential future as she drove me totally nuts. And then finally, when Mistress decided that the time was right, she turned on the large vibrator and placed its head at the point where the base of her property joins my body and covered the end of her property with the silk scarf and held it in place with her other hand. The intense vibrations reverberated around my genitals until, within no more than 10 seconds, I was asking Mistress if I was allowed to cum. Mistress said ‘yes slave you may cum’. The fear of an imminent ruin was replaced by the ecstasy of knowing that I was allowed to let go. And I did. And it just went on and on. Not with the discomfort that I had sometimes experienced recently at the time of release but just with huge, mind blowing pleasure. It was so intense but in all the right ways.

    Mistress just looked at me as I recovered watching me drifting in and out of the euphoria of the moment. It was that good.
    And as for the electrics and the gag? Thankfully neither were ever used!
    Sitting here writing this just 4 hours later I am wondering what made today so special. Of course the most important answer to that is that it was Mistress who made it so special but in addition to that it was the other elements that fell into place on the day. The Viagra was a success. It made me feel good, gave me confidence, and I suspect made the orgasm itself more pleasurable. I love the sensation of the silk scarf. That was a huge turn on for me. Mistress painted some pictures in my mind about what else she might do with silk scarves in the future. Yes please Mistress! And, as always, the phone control element got to me. The knowledge that Mistress can so easily control my access to everything that relies on technology, and therefore me, when I am away from the HOD really stuck in my mind.
    And so I have to say ‘Thank you Mistress’. For everything, but in particular for being willing to drag yourself out of bed at 4am on a Sunday morning to give so much pleasure to your adoring slave. You are amazing! x




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  • Good Slaves Show Appreciation.

    Whilst doing my emails yesterday I arrived at these two sweet messages of appreciation from submissive and polite gentlemen.  The rest of you who regularly follow me on twitter and enjoy my website but don’t show gratitude, would do well to take note.  Below the messages you will find a nice easy way to find and remember how to get to my amazon wishlist.


  • HYPNOBOT ASHTRAY – COMMANDER SMOKING SOBRANIE – New Clip!!

    For the purpose of today’s demonstration with my Hypn0tised human robot, I have decided on a more relaxed appearance in a stunning Reese gray suit with a sleek bobbed hair cut.  I have deliberately painted Chanel red glossy lips.  I am going to enjoy a sobranie cocktail cigarette because I know how much you mindless drones love to watch me smoke.  With your minds cleared and your memories wiped you will not be able to remember seeing me do this so you better make the most of it while you still have control over your own mind

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  • Slave Taquin – Special Blog – Computer Problems

    I will waste no time in bragging about how much of a genius I am when it comes to controlling my slaves.  In this special blog written by slave Taquin, you are going to read about the lengths I will go to, if necessary, to ensure complete compliance with my rules and to enforce chastity where the conventional methods have failed!


    This blog centres around one event. It has marked another important moment in my servitude to Miss Deelight, but should also be noted by others who wish to become as ‘owned’ as I have become.

    The start of the story takes place in my shower. I had an accident that led to me discover, that under certain conditions, it was just possible for Mistresses property to be removed from the steel cage that Mistress keeps it locked in. I can tell you that after more than 2 years of 24/7 chastity at the hands of Miss Deelight it came as something of a shock! I did as I knew I must and confessed to Mistress.

    I took some time to consider the implications of this discovery. Enforced chastity has become an important part of my servitude to Mistress. I had something of a mini melt down over it if the truth be told. This resulted in me sending an ill judged text to Mistress one morning that I regretted the moment that had I pressed ‘send’. I received back a hard slap from my Mistress together with a set of lines on Writeforme that I found myself completing at 4.30am the following morning for fear of further and even more severe punishment! At one point I even considered asking Mistresses permission to pierce her property in order to create an anchorage point for the device to ensure that it never happens again. The expert on the subject as far as I am concerned is one of Mistresses other long term pets, Sissy Mouse. Indeed Sissy Mouse and I exchanged several emails on the subject and I am indebted to her for her good advice. In the end I made some adjustments to my existing device which I believe might have solved the problem.

    Fast forward to about a week ago when I was busy cooking dinner. Mistress sent me a text and asked if my wife knew much about computers. Now that made me prick my ears up! I inquired as calmly as possible why she should be asking that question. Then Mistress asked if I had noticed any windows error messages recently. I asked her which computer she was referring to. I have two. The laptop that I use for work and ‘fun’ stuff and the desktop that is used exclusively for family stuff. Mistress didn’t reply to my question. I rushed to the family desktop computer and started to check any places where I thought a problem might exist. I should say at this point that Mistress only has TeamViewer on my laptop, not on the family PC. She did show me some time ago however how easily she can reverse through the home network onto my family PC if she chooses to. Hence my anxiety. I replied to Mistress that I hadn’t seen any issues with either PC and tried to get on with my evening regardless of the turmoil now gripping my mind.

    And then fast forward to Thursday just gone. I am hogtied and blindfolded on the floor of HOD and Mistress calmly strolls in and starts asking questions like ‘does your wife ever open your emails? What about your post? Would she be suspicious if an unknown woman phoned and wanted to talk to you? I confirmed that my wife is very respectful of my privacy however she can access my emails and would often see them when they arrived being previewed on the screen of our family PC. (I do of course have a separate fun email address that only comes through to my laptop). I was left quivering on the floor wondering why Mistress would ask such things. I concluded that it might be a mind fuck, but if it wasn’t I would find out soon enough. The rest of the session will be covered in a separate blog and so….
    Fast forward again to yesterday. I was in my workshop when my laptop crashed, shut itself down and restarted. It did it 3 times, each time telling me to run scan disk to fix errors identified on the drive. I did momentarily think back to Mistress asking if I had experienced any Windows error messages a few days earlier, but I concluded that even Mistress couldn’t make my pc crash in this manner. I did try to run scan disk but was blocked by the fact that I do not have admin rights to my PC. Mistress does. I sent a text asking Mistress if she would be kind enough to run scan disk for me. She quickly responded with ‘that is hilarious’. At that point I knew that I was in deep trouble. I inquired as to why it was so funny only to be told ‘you will soon find out’. I backed off and wondered what on earth was Mistress planning?
    Later that morning I picked up the post from the post box and looked through it before entering the house. It is not always me who picks it up, but when I do I always have a quick look through it just in case there is something in it that I wouldn’t want others to see. I spotted a brown envelope with my name and address handwritten on it. I quickly opened it and looked at the two sheets of A4 typed letter it contained. My heart missed a beat. In fact several beats. It was from a computer maintenance company acknowledging that I had a problem with my PC and providing some ‘computer code’ to fix it. Normally such a letter would be consigned to the rubbish bin immediately. But I knew better than to do this on this occasion. I had seen the name of the company at the top of the letter. It was CAKIMBALL ELECTRONCS!!!! I knew instantly that the letter was from Mistress. Why? Because cakimball is an anagram of blackmail and CA Kimball is a name that Mistress sometimes uses. I quickly thrust the letter inside my shirt and delivered the rest of the post to the kitchen. As calmly as possible I walked to the workshop and read the letter again. It contained some instructions about going to the PC’s registry and using the code printed on the letter to fix my problems. I read it again and considered its significance. I concluded that all of the code etc was to make it appear genuine and that it was actually a warning to me that Mistress could easily send anything she wanted to my home address (and to my wife) and that I was having my card well and truly marked for some reason. I thanked her for the letter and told her that it had had the desired effect. I then threw the letter into the bottom of the rubbish sack in order to ensure that no one else ever got to read it.
    Mistress responded and asked why I hadn’t read the contents of the letter properly. Eek! I had missed something. I retrieved the letter and read it again. I wondered if there was a message contained in the code provided. The code consisted of 2 full pages worth of 0’s and 1’s broken up into 8 digit blocks. I racked my brains for the term I was looking for. What sort of code was it? And then it came to me. It was binary code. I googled ‘binary translators’ and slowly typed in the first 5, 8 digit blocks of code. I pressed the convert button and it converted it into a word. The word was ‘Hello’. It was a message.

    I looked at the letter further and realised that there must be some way for me to be able to decipher the lines and lines of code without having to enter it all manually. I concluded that Mistress must have placed a file with the code onto my laptop somewhere. I tried to follow the instructions on the letter. But I am no match for Mistress when it comes to finding my way around a PC. I tried the system registry, regedit, windows user locations and many other things that I really don’t understand. In the end I sent Mistress a text to say that I had failed and that I needed her help. Mistress ‘helped’ in just the sort of way that you would expect. Her text in reply read ‘You have until tomorrow. If you don’t figure it out by Midday I am going to tax you by the hour’.

    I went to bed that night defeated by Mistress and the challenge she had set me. I awoke early this morning with just one purpose. Decipher the code. I had one final unsuccessful attempt at finding the file on my laptop before concluding that there was only one option. I would enter it manually into a word document before pasting it into the online decoder. And so that is what I did. It took hours! This is what it translated to:

    Hello slave. Let this serve as a warning that should I ever discover that you have removed my property again, I will send Mrs Taquin a letter through the post just as I’m doing to you right now. I wonder if she will be able to translate code. I don’t think so. I’ll have to write in plain English. You have been warned!!!

    The warning was stark and clear. Whilst I think that the changes I have made to the device have made it even more secure it is the warning from Mistress has ensured that never again will I be careless in the shower. The stakes are just too high.
    (Mistress found it hilarious that I had resorted to entering all of the code manually. In her reply she confirmed that it was indeed saved to my PC and expressed her surprise that I had been unable to find it. Knowing now that it was definitely there I looked one more time – and found it instantly! What a stupid slave I am).


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Gentle Prodding

    I don’t always have to turn it up to maximum when I am teasing my slaves, especially in the case of slaves that I know inside out.  With those slaves I can just as easily invoke a suitably aroused response with just a few words.


    This week will be a short blog. It has been a relatively relaxed week compared to many. I feel like I have been gently prodded by Mistress throughout. I have been reminded frequently of my position but in a way that has allowed me to get on with life in between.
    Sunday was a great example of this. I received three texts, designed I am sure, to let me know that Mistresses control of my phone has left my fetish and vanilla life totally exposed to her. The first said ‘I see you are trying to escape’. It confirmed to me that any attempt that I made to remove the parental software on my phone (yes I was trying to find out if it was possible) is immediately obvious to Mistress. The second said ‘I see you got a Yorkie Easter egg’. It confirmed to me that Mistress was able to read all of my outgoing and incoming texts. And the third was that she had allowed me access to the Dixons electrical online site. It confirmed that Mistress could see all of my internet browsing and would decide what she will and won’t allow me to view.

    On Monday I submitted my blog. This was unusual as Sunday is when blogs are normally required, but Mistress had allowed me some latitude this week. The text I received in return made no reference to my blog. Instead it told me that I was to go and put on my panties. This was a surprise as it is something that Mistress knows doesn’t come at the top of my slave wish list. But that in itself was enough to ensure that I swelled inside the chastity device. (If Mistress only ever told me to do the things I really enjoy then I would never actually feel controlled). It was about an hour later when I received a text that just said ‘proof’. In my relatively relaxed state I had forgotten to provide photographic evidence to Mistress of my compliance. I rectified that very quickly. In response Mistress kindly told me that I looked very pretty!

    On Tuesday I sent Mistress a suggestion for a small investment that I could make for the HOD. I suggested that it might be a good idea to have a padded mat that could be laid on the floor of the dungeon. I confess that there was much self interest involved in this suggestion. My experiences of being made to kneel, sit or lie on the hard wooden floor had previously detracted from the particular torment being inflicted on me at the time.

    It was later that evening that I realised that I could access Twitter. Not through the normal app but by using the mobile.twitter.com site. I had actually found it by accident but once I realised that it was available to me I found myself on the horns of a dilemma. Should I tell Mistress and risk feeling her wrath at the fact that I had found a way of accessing what I believed to be off limits to me or should I just not look at it and forget that the option was there.

    It was the following morning when I plucked up the courage to tell Mistress that I could access Twitter. In actual fact I had come to realise that I didn’t really have any choice. I had realised that Mistress would notice that I had accessed Twitter the previous evening and that honesty was most definitely going to be the best policy. Luckily Mistress told me that she had known that she had left this option available to me and so honesty really did pay. I dived into Twitter to catch up with all that had been going on.
    Towards the end of the week Mistress started to tease me by calling me ‘son’. In return I enjoyed calling her Mummy. I think it came about because I had told her that I had noticed a folder that she had placed on page 3 of my phone front screen called ‘Mummy’s folder’. (It contains all of the parental control shortcuts that I have so far failed to uninstall!) . Whilst I am sure that you don’t have to be a Mum to be a great domme for me there is a similarity between the type of caring (but strict and consistent) skills that a young Mum is forced to learn as a parent as there is to developing a slave like me. I enjoy relating to Mistress in this way.

    Friday was quiet on a fetish front however I did offer my help to Mistress to undertake a practical task that I hope will help her to develop her business further in the future.
    And yesterday Mistress concluded her ‘gentle prodding’ by asking me why I was looking at the Twitter profile of another Domme (or maybe it was the ‘block notice’ that she would have seen when I tried to access the aforementioned Dommes’ website). The text from Mistress concluded with: ‘Hmmmm’. Those that know Mistress will know that anything that makes her thoughtful about her slave is a danger for the slave in the firing line. I did try to appease her with my response of: ‘Because she shares many of the qualities I love about you’. It was a truthful response that I hope was well received.


  • Reasons to Visit #13 – Knowledge is Power!

    Whether you visit me online or in person, any interaction we have will help me to reap a wealth of information that will grow over time.  Things you think I have forgotten will be lodged in my memory ready to be plucked out in the future to use against you for whatever reason I see fit.  That might be a surprise in your session or it might be a further way to lure you in.  The more I learn the harder it becomes for you to escape your addiction to me.

    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.

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  • **Important – Holiday Dates for Mistress Deelight**

    It is very rare that I go on holiday however this summer I am going away not once, but twice!  So make note of these dates….

    Thursday 13th July to Wednesday 19th July – Inclusive.  Emails will be answered on the evening of Wednesday 19th.

    I will be available for bookings from the 20th-23rd July.

    Next holiday 24th to 29th July inclusive.  Emails will be answered on Sunday 30th July.

    Although I will likely be scheduling twitter and blog posts for my time away, I will not be available to answer emails or DM’s etc.

     


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Session Report – BOOM!

    Not only do I know how to control and manipulate my submissives, I also know exactly how to work them up into a frenzy until they explode! I am amused by Mousey’s description of the recoil before his orgasm being painful!  Bitter Sweet!


    Boom

    My latest visit to visit Mistress at the House of Deelight as seems the way recently starts with a catch up of the goings on since my previous visit.

    I was very lucky that just after my last visit on a Wednesday I was invited back by Mistress the following Saturday to assist in an adult baby session with another client. I found myself to be quite nervous about this because apart from the (always fun) joint sessions with Mistress R’eal and slave speedy, I have never been in this situation before. I was mainly nervous because this wasn’t my session and I wanted to do my best to enhance the other person’s session and I am also representing Mistress. Anyway, let’s just say it went well and everyone had fun.

    Mistress then had some tasks for me to complete afterwards which again went well and I duly did these whilst Mistress was enjoying some time on webcam. I can say this categorically because there was a lot of laughing coming from the room that Mistress was working from. Once Mistress had finished she kindly check my work and apart from a few minor details (that I swiftly rectified) was happy with the job. Then came a very strange situation where Mistress granted me an orgasm as a reward for me turning up and doing everything she asked (what a good slave), but try as Mistress might a certain part of me wasn’t responding today. After much trying Mistress gave up. I still don’t know why it didn’t respond, I’m not sure if it was due to me being there to be useful to Mistress and not for my benefit or pleasure. Maybe it was because I had an orgasm a few days earlier, who knows!
    Following my failure to perform. It was time to load my car and Mistress’s and head off into the real world again. Pleased in the knowledge that I had been useful with minimal bumbling.

    Between this visit and my latest visit I had the usual work stuff that had completely zapped my horny, needy and desperate self. So much so that I almost cancelled my visit, but luckily reminded myself that a session with Mistress always gets me back in a good place and gives me some escapism for a few hours. Mistress as ever reminded me of such and I duly arrive at my allotted time of 11am having been messaged my instruction before arrival. These were: to come in place any offerings that I had brought with me and then strip, take a deep breath and chant my mantra. I arrive, greet Mistress, place my offerings and get off to a poor start by informing and not asking Mistress if I can use the toilet. With me feeling suitably chastened I head off use the toilet strip and return downstairs and take some deep breaths. So many in-fact that Mistress asks from the other room why I wasn’t chanting my mantra. My response was that I was still trying to breathe and cleanse my mind. As I started to chant my mantra I felt a certain amount of stress leave me and after 5 or 6 repetitions (mindful of the last time where I didn’t put as much feeling into it) Mistress entered the room and I continued to chant with my head down until Mistress told me to stop and look up. I am met by Mistress looking just fabulous (as always), this time in shiny red figure hugging leggings and top. I can’t remember what we spoke about until Mistress told me to stand and offered me the wooden chair to sit on.

    Mistress blindfolds me and then went about securing me to the chair with rope knowing it is one of my happy places. Also, reminding me that I should have left my shite at the front door and I can collect it on the way out. We have a chat about this and that whilst Mistress ties me in to the chair and finally gags me, gives me something to drop if I have any issues and leaves me too it. As much as I try my mind is still whirring with real world stuff and I just can’t switch off. At one point I almost drop my alert item because I just wanted to leave. However, on having a mental chat with myself I manage to switch my brain off and enjoy my surroundings. Mistress even relays a message from Slave Taquin and I respond a gagged muffled Hello back.

    Mistress later returns and makes sure I am ok and then goes upstairs and I hear her gathering items and return downstairs. The sting of nipple clamps announces her arrival and then Mistress starts complaining about tangled wires, which I assume is the e-stim box wires and my heart sinks. However, it turns out it’s the wand lead (phew).

    With the nipple clamps attached my head just drops and Mistress notes that I appear to have a much more submissive pose. With that there is a whack on my thigh. The sting of which takes my breath away. Then starts a period of being whacked on the thighs, nipple clamps tugged and Mistress teasing her very keen cock both with her hand and the wand. At one point Mistress grabs my head and pushes it into her lovely soft breasts and all I can breathe is the scent of her perfume and think I could die happy right here, right now.

    After teasing and edging her property for I have no idea how long. With me trying my very best to not let things go over the edge. The gaps to edge get closer and closer, more so when Mistress is speaking to me in her lovely soft voice. Mistress announces that it’s time to let it go and (luckily) stands out of the way. As I get past the point of no return something builds up inside me and Mistress’s property recoils like I have never experienced before and BOOM. I can feel the cum surging out of me. However, I felt it would be a puddle on the floor but no apparently, I have shot across the room.

    Mistress removes my blindfold and gag and allows me to look at the mess I have made and leaves me to enjoy my clear-thinking time. I mention to Mistress that she should add her details to the ‘erectile dysfunction’ leaflets you see in chemists. I don’t think I cum this hard even as a teenager.

    Mistress slowly unties me and I clear up my mess. Go and redress mop the dungeon floor and sit down for a nice catch up with Mistress before once again it’s time to collect my shite at the door and back to it.

    Not a massive amount to write about this time but it was a lovely relaxed enjoyable session and as always, I am most grateful to Mistress for the session.


  • In-case You Missed It – New Haircut!

    That’s right slaves, those of you who don’t follow me on twitter (you should, by the way! @miss_deelight) will probably not have seen my fab new hair cut.  Yes the longer has gone as I’ve opted for a short cut to rid myself of all the dead bleached hair.  Not only has my hair been cut short but now it reveals much more of my natural hair colour – Strawberry Blonde.  Now I’m even sexier (is that even possible) and still as dominant as ever.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Learning the Hard Way

    Sometimes, a Mistress has to step back and allow her slave to experiment with his fantasies for himself.  It had already been discussed that I would not be able to provide Slave Taquin with the wrestling fantasy that he had in his head, however now it seems that I absolutely will.  Slave Taquin did have to learn the hard way though!


    This week was ‘session week’. And how I felt like I needed it! For various reasons my usual session frequency of once every 4 weeks had turned into an 8 week gap. I was desperate for an orgasm, locked as I was in a chastity device, but most of all I knew that I needed something else that only Mistress can properly provide. I desperately needed her control.
    Mistress always uses sessions to ‘top up’ my understanding of the control that she holds over me. They are an opportunity to be praised or to be punished but whatever happens I leave knowing that I am owned by Miss Deelight. As already stated it was now 8 weeks since my last ‘top up’. In addition to this the extent of the distance control that I had experienced had reduced. I think that this was partly due to the fact that Mistress knew that I had a major work project to complete. It felt like she had taken a step back from inflicting the tasks and torments that she would often subject me to in order to allow me the space to get my work done. But my feeling of a lack of control also resulted from me having messed up my phone. As we all know I do have to try to escape. Mistress had locked down my phone several weeks earlier and blocked me from accessing all ‘fun’ sites, with the exception of her Facebook group. To cut a long story short I had somehow broken free. This left me in the horrible position of knowing that I could look at stuff but desperately trying to resist the temptations. And in that same process I had also messed up my Facebook account and so I had to exit the slave group on there.
    That is the back story to why I really needed my session this week. But I didn’t just have 2 and a half hours with Mistress to look forward to on the Saturday. I had also been given permission to have another wrestling session with Princess for an hour beforehand. Saturday was all set to be a brilliant day!
    My week started as most do with me submitting my blog and hoping that Mistress thinks it worthy of publishing. We exchanged emails on the subject of my Facebook account in particular. Mistress tried to help me sort it out in order that I was able to rejoin the group, but it didn’t quite work

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    Mistress had a much needed day off on the Monday. For my part I decided to exchange emails with Princess about our forthcoming session. I had enjoyed my first session with her very much but we both wanted to discuss how the second session could be even better. The major theme was the fact that I am a wimp who can’t deal with pain and that I wanted her to take it easy on me! To an experienced wrestler whose primary mission is to hurt her opponent and make him or her tap out (submit), this provided much opportunity for mirth at my expense.
    On Tuesday I woke feeling particularly flat. I told Mistress that I feared that I had become vanilla. She mocked me and told me that was never going to happen.
    On Wednesday I confessed how easy it was for me to now access Mistresses website through my phone. I went on to tell her that I thought that the only solution would be for her to take a look at my phone during my session on the Saturday. Her response shook me. It was ‘I think that’s a great idea, once I’ve punished you’. It created a response that still surprises me. I became instantly, intensely Horny! The last thing I want is to be punished and yet Mistresses property behaves in a way that proves that I have absolutely no understanding of its needs. I back pedaled like mad. I was after all only guilty of owning up to my freedoms.
    Thursday and Friday were taken up with discussions about Mistresses new puppy and some gentle teasing about my session to come on the Saturday.
    And so session day arrived and I sent my morning messages to confirm that I was fit and well and looking forward to my sessions, one to Mistress and one to Princess. Mistress responded that she wasn’t going to session with me today as ‘she couldn’t be arsed’. Luckily for me it was only a moment later that she said ‘only joking’.
    I made my way to Newport and to my second ever bout with Princess. I thoroughly enjoyed it, in particular because she had taken on board the fact that she could still ‘win’ whilst using less force. Of course I can never gain ‘full satisfaction’ from such a meeting as I am locked in chastity throughout. By the end of the session I was exhausted and through no fault of Princess I had somehow ‘cricked’ my neck. I left however with a smile on my face and very much looking forward to the main reason for my visit to Newport, a session with my Mistress.
    I got into my car and drove the short distance to the HOD. I only had 20 minutes to wait until I was due to see Mistress but in that time I had ‘come down’ following my wrestling and worse still my neck had really started to trouble me. By the time I walked into the HOD I imagine that I must have looked like a bit of a wreck. Mistress sat me down in the lounge and chatted for a while. I am sure that she could tell that I wasn’t in the best shape to start a session. After a little while Mistress ordered me to go upstairs, undress and lay on the bed. Soon afterwards she entered the room, strapped me to the bed, put a pillow under my head, removed my chastity device, blindfolded me and left me to consider my position for the next hour. In normal circumstances this would allow to start to drift into sub space. But I had already been in subspace whilst pinned down on the wrestling mats. The only drifting I was going to do today was into sleep that was rudely interrupted from time to time by the pain in my neck.
    It was only at the end of my hour when things began to perk up a bit. Mistress called up the stairs and told me that she had sorted out my phone and that it was now like Fort Knox. The thought that Mistress had taken the opportunity to reinstate one of her ways of controlling me whilst I laid helplessly strapped to her bed brought her property bouncing back to life. This was reinforced by the knowledge that she was about to enter the room and that my session proper was about to start.
    Mistress came back into the room and commented correctly on how pleased her property was to see her. I still couldn’t see her properly as I was blindfolded. But I could see enough under the bottom of the blindfold to know that Mistress was dressed in black and stood in front of the mirror admiring her curves. She walked over to the bed, released my bindings, made me sit up and removed the blindfold. And there she was. I could see Mistress properly for the first time. She was wearing black boots with fabulous heels, a black lycra bodysuit and a black corset. Mistresses’ figure currently boasts some sumptuous new curves having regained a little weight following her marathon running shape last year. And it suits her. So sexy!
    Mistress made me stand in front of her whilst she secured my wrists behind my back and then proceeded to do one of my favourite things. She got a length of cord and tied my balls up. There is something about the way she pushes everything into shape before winding a cord around and around that gets me going every time. Best of all though is the moment that she forms a knot and draws it tighter and tighter. Bliss. Mistress attached a dog lead to the bindings and led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the dungeon. And that is where I am going to stop telling the tale of my session on Saturday. Things just didn’t work out as either of us would have wanted. My neck hurt so much that it prevented Mistress being able to do anything with me and my brain could not get into the right zone as a result. Also the effect of the physical exhaustion following my wrestling and the coming down after it actually just messed things up rather than improving them. In the end Mistress ordered me into the cage, teased me with her wonderful curvy backside and then treated me to a lovely orgasm.
    I went upstairs and had a shower before returning to Mistress to be locked back into the chastity device. And even that didn’t go to plan! I realised that a modification that I had done to stop me accidentally slipping out of it had come undone and that I would have to do some work on it in my workshop before being able to put it back on and feel secure. Mistress kindly agreed that I should do that. She locked my spare key into the key safe and gave me the open padlock to be attached once the modifications had been completed. (I am now locked again as I write this and the photographic evidence has been sent to Mistress).
    Yesterday Mistress and I exchanged emails and agreed that this week’s session was just a hiccup. It was a good word for it. I have not descended into a pit of despair and self-pity. I am disappointed that the day didn’t go as well as either of us would have liked and have learnt a lesson. I think that having a wrestling session before a HOD session was a mistake. Not just because of the risk of injury to my poor inflexible body but because I should always arrive at the HOD fresh and feeling ready for whatever is about to happen. It is a dilemma for me however. I did enjoy my wrestling session and really appreciated the care that Princess took (the neck thing was due to my ageing body as much as anything). I might ask Mistress if she will allow me to wrestle again at some time when I am not due at the HOD on the same day. I will have to think on that.
    Mistress and I have started to communicate about my next session already. Oh, and my phone….
    I have tried and tried. But I really can’t break free. I think that its ‘ownership’ has fully returned to Mistress now. It does leave me feeling exposed, helpless and vulnerable. Just the way I like to feel!


  • Miss Deelight’s Birthday

    You’ve followed me for ages but never shown your appreciation, or you are already one of my devoted and worth pets who do show me how much my hard work means to you (in which case you’ll already know about my birthday and/or have already got me a gift!) either way, my birthday is coming up on the 31st May and you all know how much I love receiving presents!  To help you along I’ve set up a birthday wishlist which contains items to suit all budgets.  The items on this wishlist are things that I want, things that will make me happy and thus will make you happy! Be a good boy… go treat your Goddess!

    AMAZON WISHLIST




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  • Reasons to Visit #12 – I’ll Take Your Breath Away

    Whether it be with my killer looks, my killer heels, my killer ass or my killer cleavage to name a few of my Deelights; and whether it be in the literal or metaphorical sense, you are guaranteed to leave the House of Deelight feeling fuzzy and lightheaded.


    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me. 

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  • Reasons to Visit #11 – For My Enjoyment

    All I need from you is to know your hard limits and the rest is up to me.  I often find that even the best session plans can all go out of the window at the time of a session if my mood changes, and often the best sessions are those that are improvised.  After all, unless you are coming to visit to act out a very specific fantasy, you are visiting as a submissive guy wanting to be controlled and dominated, which means that I call the shots! I always enjoy myself at your expense.


    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.

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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Simple Things

    It really doesn’t take much for me to switch my subs on and off and Taquin is no exception.  I can kill their arousal and then resurrect it in milliseconds if I want to.  Of course I prefer to make them suffer for a few days wondering what is coming next and then BOOM a simple sentence, phrase, image carefully delivered will make their wilted willies rise like phoenix from the flames!


    On Sunday Mistress decided to have a totally kink free day. I sent my blog in to Mistress before getting on with a busy family day. On Monday Mistress kindly thanked me for the dressing table that I had ordered for her from her Amazon wish list the previous week. By Tuesday I found myself feeling like I really needed a bit of ‘Mistress time’. I always enjoy any attention that Mistress gives me but sometimes I need it more than others. I was particularly pleased therefore that evening when Mistress paid me a visit on my workshop laptop. We had a nice catch up on what we had each been doing before Mistress declared that she had to go.

    Wednesday was the big day for me this week. And all of it happened on Mistresses ‘invitation only’ slaves Facebook group. First of all Mistress posted a copy of her latest YouTube video for all of her slaves to enjoy. And it really got to me. It is all about how Mistress is able to dominate her slaves remotely using technology. Whether that be by taking over there PC’s or phones or even installing cameras in their homes. At one point in the video Mistress describes how she first started to develop her skills in this area. I like to think that she is referring to the small part I played in this when she tells the tale. Most often I helped by being her victim so terribly tormented by her new found skills!

    What followed next was a series of exchanges on Facebook between Mistress and several of her slaves. It felt as if Mistress had cast her mackerel lines in the fetish pool and several of us had been hooked. Mistress then ‘played’ us on the end of her line for the rest of the day. At one point Mistress posted a lovely picture of herself with the line ‘you are all putty in my hands’. And she was right; I was a dribbling mess by the end of it. For the first time since Mistress had made me put it on again the Bon4 chastity device was feeling particularly tight. My balls had swollen significantly by the end of the day and I had taken on the ‘John Wayne’ gait that is forced upon me at such times.

    On Thursday another slave joined the Facebook group which was nice. We really are a very diverse and happy group of slaves. We post updates on how we feel or responses to Mistresses provocations and sometimes even make helpful suggestions about what might be done to make our slaves lives even more fulfilling. For instance Mousey suggested that a spy cam should be fitted in my workshop! I spent some time looking for some software I had heard of that Mistress could put on Mousey’s computer. When I find what I am looking for I will suggest it to her. As Mistress put it ‘it is so nice to see you all playing so well together’.

    At the end of the week Mistress gave me permission to see Princess for an hour before my next session. This had all gone slightly wrong when I last attempted a wrestling session before my ‘proper’ session at the HOD. It will be fun to try again. But the most important thing will be to see Mistress again. It seems so long since I was last at her mercy at the HOD. Less than a week to go…


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  • Sissy Daisy USA – Distance Control Journal

    Monday March 27th

    Today was a lovely introduction this is going to be more legit than i thought. Having to put in and take out a plug all day made for some interesting transitions in between clients. At the end of the day i believe i really started my training to be completely service orientated. Waking up at 5am to make coffee…. something feels very right about that. A bullet point of the day was the strap on video… it started off making sure i knew my place and ended up letting me know i could end up sucking a real cock. This does not upset me the way i would think it should. Somehow i decided to mention electronic domination, i have definitely got to stop that. my mind is going 100 miles an hour

    Tuesday March 28th

    Today everything started into action. Making the morning coffee and a portion of my wife’s lunch, kissing her feet when she arrived home, doing so in a similar maids outfit while wearing heels, what is very nice is my wife is going along with it all very well and really enjoying it. Huge bonus. Plus i got to wake up to a foot worship video, a small slice of heaven. Today i had to punish myself however having never done that before i did it wrong. Definitely not something i want to do again. If i ever do swats ever again definitely bare bottom from now on. i got to beg for a spanking tonight, and got the acceptance. we are scheduled for saturday night that should be very interesting

    Wednesday March 29th

    So today i got to pack MM’s lunch today that gave me a sense of accomplishment. Then i learned i was going to be dressing up as my female self on my way to the office that day and wearing the same outfit while having lunch, OUT IN PUBLIC. Fantastic and horrible all at once. my heart races like mad just thinking about it. Lunch went better than i anticipated. i even stopped for lipstick and the shop girl was nice to me.I NEED TO STOP BRINGING UP MY PHONE. Came home and rubbed MM’s hands because she was too tired for anything else. Shaved off most of my masculine beard and my pits and legs tonight.

    Thursday March 30th

    The morning wake ups are getting easier. The more i serve the better it feels and the more i wish to do.Today was all about becoming who i was meant to be my better female self. The male part of my personality is gruff and largely irritating and no one that fun to be around so this is soooo much better for me and i am super lucky to have Mistress to guide me there. i got to wear my more natural clothes again this evening and made dinner for MM in them such a lucky day. i also learned a small amount about lipstick. my favorite phrase of the day is “sophisticated lady sluts”. That is what i am letting out of her prison from my subconscious. It feels pretty amazing.

    Friday March 31st

    Everything today was great. my female self got to be way more out! even wearing a plug to the gym, along with my sports bra and panties. Then Mistress asked for an email of my chore list…… HOLY SHIT. I rushed to get the list sent, i am afraid i know what this turn of events has in store for me. Will i become nothing but a service sissy? Once again not even not as upset as i thought i would be, but not upset. Period. i am kinda hoping Mistress sets me a chore list. my female self seems to be a better worker than he ever was, but i do so much better and faster when Mistress tells me things. Now i get to wear a service collar. MM loves it and greatly approves. The best part of today is when Mistress sends me a video!!!! Talking directly to me. It was significantly special.

    Saturday April 1st

    Today was a busy day out and about all day. i got my toes all pretty and pink!! Not a lot going on today working on the balance of my female self and letting her stay in control. Until i ended up having a very silly conversation on twitter… once again about giving up control of my phone. It really is a thrilling idea. So very extremely tempting. A way to actually completely lose control of something. i wonder though… what then…? When that rush fades, where do you go from there. What is the step up from there. A large part of my concern is that is how i run my business and that is in the medical profession all of my clients names are in there and by giving up access to them i would be breaking HIPPA and could have many other legal problems. Also i use my phone to keep me from being bored while actually performing my job so that would be extra unpleasant to not have it available. This will definitely require some actual deep thought. my big task for today was to write a story….. i hate writing so this actually more of a punishment than Mistress probably realized. i do believe i did a pretty good job though. i guess i will find out on monday. Now…. on to serve MM and then receive my first spanking in 30 years

    Sunday April 2nd

    Last night was great. That is a story for another time. i actually got my goatee died pink today that is rather a nice touch. But it was the only thing fun that happened today. i spent all day working on my taxes, no fun at all way more complicated this year. My service shoes did show up. That was nice.

     

     


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – A Ringside Seat

    I know that Sissy Mouse has always enjoyed being an observer of me in action and that he also enjoys being ignored, with that in mind I decided to use his time to film some custom fetish videos for other slaves while my slave sat helplessly bound to the bondage chair in a needy twitchy state!  Before I humiliated him with his brand new outfit!


    A ringside seat.

    My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight arrived a luxurious 2 weeks after my last visit. This was due to my current neediness and the inability to last the usual 3 to 4 weeks without a session. Before I go into the session itself I will recap on happenings since my last visit.
    A couple of days after my last session where Mistress had installed Qustodio on my shiny new phone I worked out how to remove it. This I must be honest brought me a degree of sadness because I like no escape. It’s like being locked up and then given the key, what’s the point? So, a message to Mistress to say I think I might be able to remove Qustodio and with a message returned saying ‘I doubt it but you can try’. 30 seconds later it’s gone. This brought annoyance to both of us and the messages ended with Mistress saying, ‘I will investigate that’.
    The next few days are quiet apart from me requesting some session date changes and responding to Mistress’s request for some further items to enhance her serene ‘Woman cave/pet control centre’. However, this all changed on Tuesday when I received a message containing a link and a message from Mistress to inform me to install the link. I do as instructed and what I had done was allow Mistress to install Netsanity on my phone. Whilst no quite as intrusive as Qustodio I did my research and this cannot be removed without a code. I thanked Mistress for my update and after some tweaking by Mistress later in the day I was now able to use my phone but now unable to view any adult sites. Mistress also informed me I was keeping this until she had worked out Qustodio. I spent that evening reminded of many of Slave Taquin’s blogs where I felt like I was being watched from afar.

    The rest of the week passes quietly apart from Mistress sending me messages that kept me in a high state of horny and neediness, including a TeamViewer visit leaving me with a video of a slave being ruthlessly caned resulting in him cowering on the floor begging for mercy. I do love Mistress’s mind and that whole scenario get me even further flustered.
    On the Sunday evening Mistress had managed to make me squirm without even realising it. I had no internet access on my phone and twitter had stopped updating for around 2 hours. I messaged Mistress around 8.30pm but didn’t get a reply (well it was Sunday evening). Mistress replied in the morning to say she had taken Sunday off so there was no tinkering with my phone, ending the message in true Mistress style with ‘that I can remember lol’. I confirmed it was now working ok but it still made me squirm.

    Finally, we arrive at the day of my session with Mistress. I duly message Mistress to confirm the time and Mistress replies and confirms as such and enquired if I am in a suitable submissive state? I confirm that I indeed am in such a state (I am constantly in that state now). As ever the morning drags along until it is time to leave for Newport. I arrive a little early as always and wait around the corner for the clock to tick around to 11am and duly walk through the door carrying my usual offerings. I lock the front door open the inner door to be met by Mistress looking fabulous as ever, this time wearing the lace playsuit I had bought from her wishlist, her well received shiny tights and thigh boots. Mistress knowing the state I am now constantly in did a little twirl and a teasing wiggle before instructing me to kneel in front of her there and then. Mistress enquired what I have brought in the bag and listened with great glee to some of the items. We have a lovely catch up with me barely through the door still on my knees looking up at a vision of lace enveloped beauty. Mistress then instructs me to unpack the bag, leave my phone on the kitchen worktop and present what I have brought, which is some money for advanced sessions, some stamps that Mistress wanted and something that will no doubt make me squirm later in life, my bank account secure key. I present the money in the appropriate manner, held between my lips for Mistress to remove and count. Once checked (always with my heart in my mouth) Mistress orders me upstairs to use the toilet, strip and return.

    With Mistress’s orders carried out. I return and Mistress informs me that our session today is going to be very relaxed, then instructs me to unbuckle the straps on the bondage chair and invites me to sit. Whilst strapping me in Mistress informs me that she has made a video clip of what she offers with regard to pc and phone domination and that whilst I am sat in the chair Mistress will make good use of my time by catching up on custom clips. As Mistress is about to buckle the blindfold, she holds it steady by pushing her fabulous breast against the leather giving me a smell of her lovely perfume and teasing me about how close my face is to them. Once this is done and I can’t see, Mistress ties a spare strap around her pathetic cock and tightens it to ensure if it gets happy it’s going to hurt.

    Mistress then goes about setting up for her first piece to camera and we share a little joke about pressing record after Mistress filmed some clips last time I was restrained and ignored upstairs and Mistress filmed both clips on pause (Mistress wasn’t best pleased at the time and whipped my cock for it I believe). Mistress then starts doing her piece to camera and as always, I am incredibly impressed how she does these clips off the cuff. Once finished Mistress goes through her list and finds one that she really wants to do in front of me, an adult baby humiliation clip. Mistress once again does her piece to camera and whilst doing so the strap around Mistress’s property clamps her growing cock with vigour due to the content of the clip. I also hear her mention a new frilly dress and hear her remove it from the bag.

    Once finished Mistress returns her attention to me and notices I feel slightly cold and comments that she has something for me to wear to keep warm, Removes the blindfold and shows me the frilly dress that she mentioned in the clip and teases me on what a pwetty baby sissy I will look. Mistress then removes the straps and invites me to stand slowly and offers me the dress to put on. It fits lovely and with that Mistress catches me out by popping a dummy in my mouth and leaves me to look in the mirror at the state of me whilst she goes upstairs and gathers some other items. Mistress then returns with some satin frilly knickers, a bright pink wig and my glasses so I can look at myself clearly to really soak up the shame. Once I am wearing everything Mistress instructs me to stand still and only look at myself in the mirror whilst she enjoys some lunch. Mistress says something and I look at her to reply only to be told quite sharply ‘Did I say stop looking in the mirror’. I must say words will never describe how humiliated and aroused looking at myself in the mirror made me. Even worse once Mistress had finished her lunch she decided she should share the moment with a video via twitter pointing out in the video my state of arousal. With the video posted, Mistress takes the customary ‘leverage’ shot and invites me back in the chair and buckles me in. Whilst doing so Mistress asks me to recall the things that have happened over the last three years whilst I have been in the bondage chair. I go through a list of the stand out moments, the creation of sissy mouse, the surprise double domme session with Mistress R’eal having their kebab order written on my arms and sent out to find a shop open, Mistress once changing outfits just out of view but pointing out she was naked and the one Mistress pointed out that she particularly liked was a ruin one hot day in July 14. Oh happy days all of them.
    Once Mistress has me secure once again in the chair she goes to the kitchen and collects my phone and sits down in front of me and starts going through it. I have known Mistress a long time and trust her implicitly but it still makes me nervous now she has this much access. Mistress kindly reads me a text from someone and then goes about setting up Qustodio once again. We also discuss what will happen once Mistress has my bank secure key. With this in Mistress’s possession I will have to ask her permission before I can make any new payments and why I want to make that payment. As it will be kept in Mistress’s chastity key safe at home I will have to wait for a time that is convenient for Mistress. Above all, I won’t be able to change any passwords on my own account only Mistress can do this and if she chooses can completely lock me out. Another tool Mistress has, to keep me compliant along with assigning my phone to TeamViewer so she can access it anytime she wants. With all this done Mistress heads upstairs to collect some toys and returns with the wand and the electrics case. Mistress plugs in the wand and starts working on her aroused cock and as I still have the dummy in my mouth it’s not ‘edge Mistress’ it’s of course ‘goo goo ga ga’. Once again after many goo goo ga ga’s with Mistress teasing me about this and that and me confessing that I have been looking at a lot of tease and denial femdom porn on Pornhub. This surprises Mistress because she thought I had my adult content blocked on my pc and it turns out she had forgot to reinstate and I should have asked if it was ok to watch such things oops. Mistress then tells me I am going to squirt in my satin panties, this adds further to my humiliation but also makes Mistress’s cock even more aroused. Added to that Mistress tells me to stare at her fabulous, expensive breasts when I cum. I look her in the eye and plead that this is not me but Mistress is having none of it and reminds me that she now has me so weak and needy that I will do as instructed and I stare at her lovely soft ample breasts and cum so hard it’s painful and make a terrible mess in my panties. Mistress of course mocks me immediately for soiling my panties and joy of joys takes a picture of my state. Then leaves me to ‘enjoy’ my soiled state. I just sit there looking in the mirror thinking what have I become and not only that but how will I last another 2 weeks until our next session. I also breathe a sigh of relief that there were no electrics today. Me and that fire button do not get on. Mistress whilst I am sat in my soiled state has a clear up of all the equipment needed to make her custom clips still insisting I look in the mirror which in my empty balls (clear thinking) state is very difficult and makes me feel even more humiliated.

    Once Mistress is satisfied I have sat in my own mess long enough she gives me instructions to go upstairs rinse out the panties, have a shower, empty the laundry bin and return downstairs. On my return, Mistress hands me the vacuum with instructions on what needs cleaning. Once done Mistress allows me to redress and join her for a wind down and a chat before heading off into the real world with another spring in my step.

    Later in the day I am looking at my phone when it opens itself up because Mistress is trying out her new access and is very pleased that she doesn’t need my permission unlike TeamViewer quick support. We have a quick chat through the memo app and then Mistress leaves me, once again in a horny and needy state. Only hours after that almighty orgasm.
    Once again, I am very grateful to Mistress for providing me with another outstanding session. I would also like to add that I saw a tweet by someone on twitter saying that it would be amazing to be restrained whilst watching Mistress lock down his laptop. If you are reading this then trust me it will be, so book that session.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Game of Two Halves

    I know that my slave enjoys trying to escape and I know that he enjoys feeling the weight of my control and thus I always enjoy giving exactly that too him, the full weight of my control with the option to try to escape.  And in the result of an escape, blackmail will be used so as to ensure that it doesn’t happen again while I figure out a way to lock that particular door!


    This has been a decidedly unusual week for me. As a great football pundit once put it, it was definitely ‘a game of two halves’.
    First Half

    Once I had wished Mistress a happy mummies day I had to get on with my own family day. I knew that the following day was session day at the HOD for me (the first in 6 weeks). It was also going to be the day when I finally got to meet Princess on the wrestling mats for the first time. I should have been ‘beside myself’ with nervous anticipation for such a monumental day. But I wasn’t really. I knew that Mistress had been terribly unwell with a cough. I suspected that it was the same cough that had been doing the rounds for the last few weeks. (Indeed I had had to cancel out of the session with Mistress originally planned for two weeks earlier because of it). As we all know I worry about Mistress when she is not well. Even if she tries to tease or torment me during such times it never really gets to me. It came as no surprise therefore that she finally had to give in to her illness and tell me that she was going to be unable to see me on the Monday. It came as no surprise, but was still a huge disappointment. And so it should be. I love to spend time with Mistress at the HOD regardless of what pain or pleasure she has in store for me. It is special time for me. Mistress was hugely apologetic about it but I knew that there was nothing to be done. I reminded her of the fact that only two weeks earlier I had to cancel out for precisely the same reason. It did however put a different slant on the plans for my return to the wrestling mats for the first time in several years. Heading directly from my wrestling session to see Mistress would make the experience complete. It wouldn’t be the same at all without it. But I knew that Princess had sacrificed other work to session with me on the Monday and it would have been wrong for me to cancel out of my first ever session with her at such short notice. Mistress agreed that I should carry on regardless.

    And so on Monday morning I found myself knocking at the door of a property not that far from the HOD to wrestle with Princess. I have no intention of going into any great detail about what happened next. This is a blog about my experiences at the hands of Miss Deelight. All I will say is that Princess is young, attractive, fun company and far tougher than her exterior suggests! I left just an hour later suitably battered and stretched having been taken to pieces on the mats. What fun! Of course I then had to get back into my car and drive home again thinking of what could have followed.

    Mistress and I exchanged several texts that evening on my experiences with Princess and with discussions about a future session date. My challenge was that I knew that work commitments would keep me away for the HOD for at least another two weeks and so it all left me feeling a bit down.

    Second half

    I could tell that Mistress was starting to feel better when she started asking about my access to websites on my new phone. I had owned up in last week’s blog that I was still able to view virtually all websites. Mistress wanted to know if that was still the case.
    What followed were a couple of days where Mistress installed more software onto my phone and I tried to wriggle free as I always will. (I think parental controls software companies should employ me to try to break their software for them. I am quite good at it). In the end Mistress loaded up both Netsanity and Qustodoio on my phone and my fetish world went dark. That was until I discovered a way to disable one of them for just long enough to get a glimpse of what was going on before it came back on again. I told Mistress. I imagine that by then she must have felt like strangling me! I sensed her frustration and backed off.
    Two things then happened. One was that she told me that I was never ever to disable it again PERIOD! And the second was to completely block any use of my phone or my PC for a few hours that evening. Both devices were effectively blank screens. It scared the life out of me! The only option left to me on my phone was ‘emergency calls’. I wondered how my call might be redirected if I dialled 999 and explained my plight. I suspect I would have ended up talking to a caring voice at Childline. Both actions were effective. I am a simple slave. I genuinely find it difficult to deal with any element of ambiguity. It makes me really uncomfortable in all spheres of life. Mistress had been very clear in both her instruction to me and in her illustration of what she could do if I stepped out of line. It was what I needed. It was at this point that Mistress sent me the ‘killer’ text. There is always at least one that stays in my mind for far too long for it to be healthy for me. This week it was:
    ‘I’m so good at this! You’re lucky that today was just a teaser. Wait till I really start fucking with you. You think you’re dependent on me now? Lol’
    At one point during the week I decided to buy Mistress a gift from her wish list. I really wanted to do something to distract her from her illness and to cheer her up a bit. She told me that I had achieved my objective that was nice.

    But the best bit about the second half of the week was that Mistress gave me a treat. It was of the sort that might only happen once or twice a year. One morning she told me that I was allowed to play with her property. I wasn’t really sure what she meant by this, locked away as it is in the chastity device. There is a little access available through the bars but any resultant growth is cruelly constrained by the device. I thanked Mistress for the opportunity and enquired if I might be given the code to remove the device. Her response really surprised me. She said ‘the code is on your phone. It has been there since I locked you up at the end of your last session with me’. My problem was that I had changed phones since my last session. I had transferred across much of its contents but couldn’t for the life of me find a 4 digit numeric code anywhere. I searched and searched and in the end gave up in frustration. I sent Mistress a text to say that I had not been able to find it. And then she ignored me, for hours! She can be such a cruel Mistress sometimes.

    It was only as I walked the dog later that evening that I realised that Mistress had sent me a video via Whatsapp. In it she looked supper sexy as always. Today she was wearing a black top that laced up down the front and as she spoke to me she played teasingly with the lacings. She told me that she felt that she had been rather unkind to leave me hanging as she had earlier in the day (she was smiling coyly enough for me to know that it was no less than she had hoped to do) and that I should look in my contacts folder on my phone for the code.

    And so when I had finished watching the video I did just that and discovered the code hidden away. When I got back home I rushed back into the garage and tried the code. The keysafe opened and there was my key! Within moments the device was off and Mistresses property felt a warm human touch rather than it normally steel cage. It wasn’t the touch of my Mistress (which is what it constantly craves) but that of her slave, but that would have to do for the moment. The big moment however was saved for bedtime that evening. Taquin decided that he needed an ‘early night’ and no more than 10 minutes later Mistresses property erupted like Mount Vesuvius!

    Mistress can be such a kind Mistress sometimes xxx

    Postscript: Having been allowed a moment of wonderful freedom Mistress instructed me to lock up her property once again, but this time in the heavier Bon4. I have done as instructed and sent Mistress the required photograph of the numbered lock in place. For reasons I don’t fully understand I now feel more horny than I did before my orgasm.


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  • Slave Chatterbox – Under Your Skin!

    Slave Chatterbox is very quickly becoming an accredited member of the House of Deelight with his willingness to endure pretty much anything, which on this occasion meant a lengthy class in needlework and not of the sewing variety.

     


    Sometimes, Mistress Delight really gets under your skin!

    At a previous session, Mistress suggested that she might like to try needle play with me. It’s not
    something that I’d ever thought of doing, but anything for Mistress, especially when she said it’s
    something she really enjoys doing :)

    The time of my next session arrived and once I was in my proper position, naked, on my knees at
    Mistress’ feet, she asked “Do you know what I’m going to do to you today slave?”. From my
    position she towered over me, she looked as stunning as ever; in black thigh length high heel
    boots, black leather shorts and a revealing black leather top, tied at the front, showing off her
    perfect cleavage. Angel or daemon? I didn’t know, but I was about to find out.

    “No Mistress” I replied, dreading that I could guess.  “No? Oh I think you do” she laughed, with that cute, yet cruel laugh she uses when she knows she’s going to enjoy herself. And all the time the sole of her high heeled boots was not so gently crushing my balls. “Needle play” she said, and a beaming smile lit her face. A knot formed in my stomach, I’d guessed right and I knew I wasn’t going to enjoy this, but it’s Mistress’ dungeon, so Mistress’ choice and I am her slave to use as she pleases.

    “Front or back” and “With or without a blind fold” Mistress asked. Choices?? That was new, this
    was going to bad. I chose back and with a blindfold (definitely didn’t want to see what was going to
    happen). I lay on a massage table, blindfolded and wondering if I’d be offered a final cigarette as a
    last request, I waited for Mistress to start, with growing trepidation.

    I could hear Mistress getting the equipment ready. Gloves, sterile needles, sharps box and sterile
    wipes. And all the while Amy Winehouse was singing ‘Back to Black’ in the background (definitely
    an ominous sign). Mistress wiped my back with the sterile wipes then gently said “The first couple
    are going to hurt”. No kidding! And when Mistress uses a gentle voice to say that, you know she’s
    right and that she knows by experience.

    Mistress pushed the first needle through my skin. The pain was intense, it’s like being stabbed with
    a needle. Like!!! It was a needle! Sharp intake of breath, breath out slowly. The pain subsided.
    “That’s the first, well done slave, lets see how many we can do”, the pleasure in Mistress’ voice
    was audible, which in turn made the pain more bearable. I’d have to try to do my best for her. A
    second needle entered my back. Pain, sharp intake of breath, breath out slowly, relax. A third, a
    fourth, a fifth, same reactions, but by now the endorphin’s are starting to hit. Adrenaline is flowing
    free. The pain is just as intense, but the release is so much more. Soft music in the background,
    Mistress is happy, I’m light headed and talking to Mistress (talking to Mistress? I never talk to
    Mistress unless she asks me something! Mistress called me ‘Chatterbox’ as one of her a jokes). I
    loose count of the number of needles, but it’s OK (this time), so did Mistress. I’ll count them for her
    when I see the photo.

    By the time Mistress has finish, the needles form a horseshoe down one side of my back and back
    up the other. Mistress takes a photo of her work then slowly starts to remove them. I thought I’d hit
    subspace during previous session, but nothing like this. I’m light headed and floating, it’s going to
    take a while to come down :) Before I leave, Mistress cautions me that I might experience sub drop
    and to contact her any time, not to be to proud to ask for help, if I needed to talk and to eat a good
    quality dark chocolate, which will help. Mistress even checked to see if I was OK the next day.
    (Thank you Mistress).

    See! Mistress Deelight does have a caring side, she just doesn’t show it (at least not too often).
    Was it an erotic and arousing session?No. It’s intense sharp pain, relax and repeat.Yet it was so much more than that, almost a spiritual thing. Will I ever do it again? Definitely.

    Thank you Mistress Deelight for such an interesting and intense experience. I hope you enjoyed it
    as much as me.

    (note: No drugs of any kind were used during this session, just needles)


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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Spoilt

    With the acquisition of my new phone and a failed attempt to take control of Mousey’s Windows phone I instructed my pet to fetch a new one similar to my own for the purpose of tightening control and to monitor all aspects of his digital world.  It was also session week for my bumbling bondsman in which I made sure that both sets of his cheeks were rosy!


    Spoilt.

    My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight saw me receiving both pain and immense pleasure. Both of which I am very grateful.

    As is the case with my recent visits they start some days before, this time on the previous Friday with a short message from Mistress to wish me good morning and instructing me to install TeamViewer support on my phone. I duly do as instructed and message Mistress to confirm it has been done and the access code, I am also now feeling very nervous. As ever with Mistress I am left to stew for the next few hours until I see a message flash up that Mistress wishes to connect to my phone. I allow this and with that Mistress opens one note and types a message instructing me to place the phone face down and with that opens the camera to ensure I have complied with her instructions. I leave the phone and go about what I was doing. I have since read in Slave Taquin’s blog that Mistress had asked him if she should lock down my phone which he had agreed to wholeheartedly. I had seen a tweet the previous evening about Taquin and his new Samsung phone whilst looking at new phones myself and deciding that the level of control this gives Mistress would best be avoided at all costs. Anyway, back to my phone and after about 30 mins I gingerly lifted my phone to see Mistress had left it with a message to say ‘Your phone has evaded my clutches for now. I am going to have to insist you get a Samsung phone.’ Mistress had been trying to install Qustodio on my windows phone but it was not compatible. My phone is linked to my pc but this app gives Mistress much greater control. I message Mistress to confirm I will do as instructed. Nowadays mindful that none compliance with instructions won’t be tolerated by Mistress.

    Later that day with phone duly purchased I message Mistress to confirm this and set about trying to work it out. The main thing being notifications on the lock screen. Mistress is amused how utterly compliant I have been with her request due to the goo goo ga ga video. I spend the next couple of days trying to set everything up and then message Mistress the TeamViewer access code and await my fate.

    The next few days are quiet and finally the day of my session, Wednesday, arrives and I message Mistress to confirm my attendance and log into the House of Deelight Facebook page to see a post from Mistress saying ‘It’s doomsday for Mousey (in a nice way) which gets my bumbling self going with the fear of the unknown. The only thing I do know today is an outside event will decide if I am granted an orgasm. As always, the clock is slow to tick around until it’s time to leave for Newport. I arrive early and park a few streets away, what is odd today is I don’t feel nervous just very pleased to be there and quite relaxed.

    Eleven on the dot I walk through the door to be met by Mistress looking amazing as always this time in her latex catsuit with yellow and black corset. A true feast to the eyes and slightly distracted I place my offerings in the kitchen along with my new phone. Today, compared to my last visit, has a very nice relaxed air about it. We have a quick chat about this and that and then Mistress informs me to go upstairs use the bathroom and strip and wait in the bedroom but before I go Mistress asks for the pin for my phone. I am still surprised that I give this over without any hesitation but what’s the point in delaying the inevitable, Mistress will get the code one way or another. I am rewarded with the always coveted ‘Good boy’.

    I do as instructed go upstairs strip and use the toilet and then kneel and wait in the bedroom. Taking a few calming breaths before announcing to Mistress I am ready. A few moments later Mistress comes up the stairs and glides into the bedroom in all her latex glory and instructs me to crawl to the bed and sit on the edge, then proceeds to bandage my eyes to form a blindfold and then instructs me to lie on the bed. Mistress then attached my arm and legs with cuffs and comments about what she can do to make me feel humiliated and with that returns and tells me to open wide for my ‘dum dum’. As soon as it goes in there comes a stirring from Mistress’s cock which prompts Mistress to conclude there must be an invisible link between the two. Just to add to it Mistress then goes downstairs and returns and puts some lovely music on for me. A collection of nursery rhymes and counting songs! Telling me that in need to be able to count to 36 before she returns. With that Mistress leaves me to it with the customary ‘enjoy’. I lie there listening to the songs contemplating my coming fate whilst sucking on the dummy.

    A little while later Mistress enters the room and enquired how I am doing and then starts taking some items from the cock cabinet. At this point, Mistress’s cock comes back to life as I wonder what she is doing and Mistress mocking me in a baby voice that its nothing for me and leaves the room. I go back to ‘enjoying’ the music and after sometime Mistress returns and asks if I have enjoyed my counting songs and can I now count to 36. I reply that they only go up to 10 but they have still been educational. Mistress then sits down on the bed beside me and starts working her needy, horny, desperate cock into life. It has been a long time since Mistress had kindly put a latex gloved hand around her cock and it was very grateful even if it was for a pre-caning edging session. Mistress did mock me for the state she had got me in recently and the edging wasn’t doing anything to help that, neither was the thought of going over the edge and enduring another post ruin caning. Once Mistress had got me in a suitable (greater) horny place she untied me removed the blindfold and instructed me downstairs and onto the whipping bench.

    The previous week on the House of Deelight Facebook group Mistress had posted a picture of a slave’s bum after a hard post 36 caning. I commented on the picture and apologised to Mistress that my bum never bruises like his, to which Mistress replied that she saw it as a challenge to bruise me when I next visited.

    Anyway, back to the bench and with me kneeling over it Mistress enquired if I wish to be strapped in or if I am just going to kneel and take it. I requested being strapped in because I just didn’t know how I was going to handle this today. Mistress duly strapped me in chose some music and started by quite surprisingly warming me up with hand spanking. I marvel in the fact that those same petite hands that had edged me minutes before now spanked me with such force. 40 ish spanks later and Mistress is ready and asks me if I am? As I will ever be and with that whack the first comes in and as always it takes my breath away and my expected response was so slow that Mistress asked I we weren’t counting that one. From there Mistress whacks me with such force that everyone takes my breath away and I am struggling to get myself relaxed. At 19 Mistress had a very unusual miss hit just at the top of my leg and that bloody hurt so much so I lost count and thought it was 20. What happens when I lose count? Mistress starts again. I remember a song coming on ‘Dirty Diana’ with Mistress singing ‘Dirty Deelight’ and then starts again. This time I have relaxed into it, more so than I have ever before. I am so calm that my whole body is floppy. Now at no point am I saying they didn’t hurt because feck me they did and I didn’t squirm a bit at some of the strokes, but I have never been in this very serene place before. Mistress I know doesn’t like caning a sack of spuds and needs to see she is inflicting pain but also knows when she has her victim in a place where she can let loose.

    With the 36 duly counted, Mistress decides it’s now time for 12 of the heavy wooden paddle. I have a love hate relationship with this because the impact of a well-placed hit is unbearable but the sound is intoxicating. And that is what I got 12 almost perfectly delivered whacks and I was glad when they were over. Mistress decided to follow this up with a further 12 of the cane but by that time I was in such a deep trance that it could have been 200. Once finished Mistress is once again left with the sight of a slightly rosy bum with no hints of a bruise. I was left with the lovely souvenir of 3 cane welts just where my bum meets the thighs, however, this was much to Mistress’s annoyance that it was due to poor aim.

    Once finished Mistress instructed me to return to the bedroom and reattached me to the bed and then went about edging me some more whilst enquiring if I had any other confessions I would like to share. I had emailed Mistress recently to say that I didn’t believe I could do anymore public humiliation because it makes me too anxious but Mistress believes that is not the case and we need to do subtle public humiliation, suggesting a trip to Mothercare for a look around with me wearing my butt plug harness. I also confessed to Mistress that she had got me to a point where she could coerce me into anything and I was certainly glad she didn’t partake in Hard sports. Mistress however was happy to plant a seed and brought me to edge almost instantly. Mistress then brought out the big guns so to speak and attached nipple clamps and fired up the vibrating wand. I have no defence against these and Mistress continued to edge me further. Although there was no news of the outside event that was the key to Mistress granting me an orgasm she kindly gave me permission to cum and cum I did, although Mistress was slightly annoyed that I didn’t manage to cum over my face and luckily, she jumped out the way because I spurted very close to her. Mistress then allowed me to bask in the joy of my orgasm before untying me and sending me for a shower.

    Once clean of body but not mind I joined Mistress downstairs for a drink and a quick chat before it was time to return to reality. With everything that had been going on I had completely forgot about my phone and when I checked after I got back in the car there was the icon of doom the Qustodio app. Now Mistress would be able to see who I called, read all my text messages, decide what apps I could look at, where I am, even with location turned off, what internet time I could have (It will even turn it into just a phone, no access to anything else. The worse thing was I couldn’t access the settings and now if I need to change anything I must message Mistress to do it and I must start the message with ‘Please Mummy’. The bizarre feeling of all this is I feel safe. I feel completely cocooned in an inescapable bubble which will over time become even more inescapable which in turn makes me feel even safer. As I looked at my phone later and tried to do things on it and the password screen of doom kept coming up, my horny, desperate and neediness returned with a bang along with arousal of the situation.

    I message Mistress the next morning to inform her of my state and at the fact that I had never craved a locked cock more than right now. Mistress was pleased at her work but also firmly reminded me it doesn’t work for me.
    So once again another brilliant session come and gone and I am also happy to report that I could send to Mistress a picture of my slightly bruised bum a couple of days later. Nothing like the one she had posted however. Sorry Mistress.


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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Android Control

    Slave Taquin decided to buy himself a shiny new phone, I am convinced it was so that he could evade my clutches.  However, since many of my subs are using android I decided it was time that I did the same so I bought a nice new Galaxy S7 which I promptly set about familiarising myself with before ensuring that my slave knew that I am onto him!


    It is now 7.40pm on Saturday night and I am a nervous slave. As always it is Mistress who has the greatest impact on my moods and my feelings. I am happy but also nervous. My nervousness is driven by the fact that Mistress has allowed me to have a quiet week this week. It has been a week free from tasks, activities or significant events. It has felt like the lull before the storm, or maybe Mistress has been giving me enough rope… If she wished to she could leave me for weeks on end like this. I am her slave, she has her property safely locked in a steel device and enough information to keep me in line for as long as she wants. I have had lots of contact with Mistress as always. I value this and enjoy it very much. I think my apprehension is largely due to two things. Firstly that Mistress has allowed me free access to anything I want through my new phone. This includes Mistresses web site. (I haven’t looked at it as I don’t know if I am allowed to look at her website. I have asked a couple of times but not been given an answer). This has led to an unusual situation. I have been freely accessing everything apart from missdeelight.com. In the past Mistress has locked me out of all external sites whilst ensuring that the only entertainment that I can receive is from her. This week has felt like it is the other way around. The second thing that makes me nervous is the fact that I have a session planned with Mistress for early next week. As much as I am looking forward to that session I am inevitably nervous about what might happen at it. My last session was my first ever ‘punishment’ session. It is not something that I am going to forget in a hurry!
    At the beginning of the week Mistress was setting up and getting to know her new phone. It wasn’t long before she was telling me about stuff that she could do on it that I barely understood!
    Mistress had very kindly continued to allow me access to Twitter during this time. I do tend to ‘like’ tweets that are particularly appealing to me. I do this for 2 reasons: Firstly that my likes folder is a treasure trove of pleasures! but secondly because I hope that it lets the person who creates the tweet in the first place know how much what they produce is appreciated. (I am probably being slightly naive in that hope but I hold it none the less). It was whilst looking through my likes folder that I realised that I had been enjoying the output of Mistress but also of one particular Domme based in the USA. On Tuesday morning I asked Mistress for permission to send a small gift to the Domme in question to thank her for what she does. Mistress kindly gave her permission and a gift and an email was sent.
    Later in the day Mistress told me that she would resolve a minor issue on my phone for me. I am so reliant on Mistress for so many things now. I have to confess that I sent Mistress a slightly sloppy text as a result. It basically said that I like the fact that she has made me rely on her so much. I said that it makes me feel cared for when she does things for me. It feels like the sort of Domme / Sub relationship I have often craved.
    On Wednesday I sent my morning text to Mistress as she requires. A little later she responded and told me that she had read my text via Qustodio before actually opening up the text itself. It served to remind me that Mistress has sight of everything that I do through my phone. Much of our communication this week has been to do with setting up our new phones. Mistress has helped me a lot with that and I really appreciate it.
    The other thing to report is the fact that the possibility of my vanilla lady friend attending a session has been raised. It is currently ‘under consideration’. To be clear it is being considered by Mistress, I have absolutely no say in the matter whatsoever!


  • Slave pupp – A Very Fortunate Slave Part 15

    Further continuing its service to me, pupp was ordered to participate in a session of filthy bi slut fun.  Here is his report which has provided me with a new favourite word for you all; Factotums


    Here is chastity report number 15 from: “A Very Fortunate Slave – Slave Pupp’s Chastity blog”.

    “A crisp 2017 morning found Miss Deelight requiring pupp, both for training and to assist her.

    First up the small matter of sexual control and obedience; during training Miss demonstrated her control over pupp’s physical responses: swiftly taken under by Miss pupp came round to find that Miss must have created a huge need in pupp for an orgasm and then denied pupp. Miss’s refusal to allow pupp to sate left pupp with a willy bobbing up and down, leaking, a tool controlled. Miss declared herself well satisfied with her ability to control pupp’s physical responses and then set pupp to work cleaning the bathroom.

    As pupp cleaned, polished, obtained good cleanliness ratings from Miss Deelight and continued to work Miss struck up a conversation. Her subs will know that Miss is direct and that conversational topics tend to lead to positive outcomes…..within moments pupp had agreed to assist with a little bi-training Miss Deelight had in mind. pupp was required to present in a week’s time, dressed in smart business attire (Over panties) for Miss to use with another slave.

    At the further audience, Miss introduced pupp to a third party and her forced-bi training. pupp was locked away with some improving reading until summoned for playtime by Miss. Of course Miss was already in full swing, toying and punishing her submissive before introducing pupp to events, whereupon pupp’s clear stimulation and stiffened resolve was apparent for all to see. Miss was ready to use both of her subs for her entertainment, so we began. Firstly pupp, fully clothed, was asked to rub a keen erection against the bound sub and then to rub it against his rosy-tinged cheeks where Miss had clearly been paddling recently with some abandon! Within seconds the subs were both moving together, thrusting and taking – ready for any sort of congress under Miss’s watchful eye and strict orders.

    After amusing herself with this scene Miss freed her slut only to order the immediate sucking-off of pupp, providing a spell of pleasure and humiliation for both subs without doubt. Miss looked on, providing encouragement, stimulation, laughter, pain….her skills aplenty as her boys united, pupp receiving a blowjob of some affection and skill. Miss encouraged us to demonstrate our obvious enjoyment further and her laughter continued throughout a lascivious session.

    So, here’s to 2017, onwards and obediently upwards….following Miss Deelight’s pathway.

    Here’s a thought: is Miss susurrant, strident or both?

    Answers from factotums are welcome (Ah factotum, “A servant employed alike in all kinds of business…” – per the burlesque French definition).

    Thank you Miss Deelight x”

    To my Owner, Miss Deelight,

    With respectful love,

    Your pupp Xx


  • One Mistress, Many Subs

    I wanted to write a little piece about the demands on my time after some comments and behaviours from a number of sub guys this week.


    It is important that you know that I do not sit on Twitter all the time and I can’t always respond to my emails every single day.   I am a Mistress in high demand and most of my real time and online sessions are booked up in advance.   I have a small waiting list for my distance control and teamviewer sessions.  There are only so many hours in a day and I, like many others, have to find a balance between being a business woman and having a life of my own.  This is why I rarely take same day bookings for any of my services.  My diary is carefully planned and organised which means that on a daily basis it is full.  You are probably thinking that I don’t have time for you, that is not true.  If you are a sub who does their research, reads my website and books my time in the correct fashion, I will make time that is mutually convenient.   By making persistent daily demands, not reading all the information that I have taken the time to provide for you on my website or by not making your intentions clear, you are not going to get off to a good start and you certainly won’t be a priority.  It really grates my cheese when potential subs ask questions that are already answered within my informative internet offerings.   If you truly seek the real thing, a dominatrix who really knows every aspect of her business, you’ll show some respect and patience.  If you want a very quick fix then I’m probably not the right Domina for you. Although I do occasionally log into direct cam on adultwork for that reason when I have a little time, in which case I will tweet then you’ll have to get in there quick before everyone else does.   
    I don’t just manage all my slaves, everything you see from my photos, videos, editing, twitter, Facebook, website, accounting, emails and all my bookings are all managed by myself.  I put in a lot of hours behind the scenes too.

    I don’t often post writing like this, (getting things off my chest) but on this occasion I’m going to do so in order that I don’t have to keep repeating myself in emails and on Twitter.

    Thank you for reading.

    Part of me suspects that those who should be reading this will only see the attached photo and click ‘like’, LOL.

    Mistress Deelight x 


  • Reasons to Visit #10 – Strap Ons

    I have them in all shapes and sizes and I know how to use them in just the right way to make you squirm, moan and even scream! Whether I choose your mouth or your boi pussy, I’m going in and I’m not coming out until I’m satisfied that you’ve had your fill.  Cock for breakfast, cock for lunch, cock for tea and for desserts.  Nom Nom!


  • Sissy Mouse’s Virtual Public Humiliation

    Earlier today I posted a snippet of a video of my pathetic little fat bloke in a dress, Sissy Mouse! I had ordered him a vewwy special dwess full of frills and bows then I posted his humiliation on Twitter.  For those of you who missed it and for those who enjoyed it, alike; here is the full mini clip!


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  • OwnedbyMD First Visit – Rinsed and Abused

    My distance control Slave, OwnedbYMD visited last week for the first time.  He has been under my control for ages, proving to be a worthy sub by sending a respectable weekly tribute with which I can choose to buy things for myself, send something to him or even give him the odd surprise teamviewer drop in. It doesn’t matter what I do, he loves me for it and loves me to enjoy my life.  The order of the day was to include a trip into the city, so I dressed accordingly wearing a top he’d purchased for me some months ago…..

    When he arrived he was immediately inspected and found to be wearing MY panties, that I’d sent him previously.

    What was lacking, was the extra security of a chastity device with the keys securely hidden in my tight jeans….

    Once I had him locked up, he chauffeured me into town in his red Porsche, drawing plenty of attention.  Even more so when I stepped out of the car.  Knowing that he isn’t short of a bob or two, I made sure that our trip to the cashpoint was worth my time…

    We had coffee, browsed around in Ann Summers and a strolled through the town with him nervously wondering whether I’d subject him to some public humiliation, before driving back to the House of Deelight, where my pet was locked into a bigger cage while I stripped down to the top (which also doubled up as a sexy jumper dress) and changed into my Italian made thigh boots.

    Because I know that my slave very much loves my bottom, I set about teasing him through the bars of both cages until he was a dribbling mess…

    Then when he was totally mesmerised by the teasing, I took him out of the cage, strapped him to my fuck bench, and mounted him with my strap on.  He received a good hard fucking as I ploughed my rubber cock deep inside his slut hole.  Once I had finished using him, I ordered my pet to masturbate in front of me while I teased him visually and audibly until he made a sticky mess all over the floor!


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  • Double Domme Corporal Punishment with Judge R’eal

    I was recently called for duty as a distinguished but no less sadistic Usher to assist Judge R’eal in the corporal punishment of a repeat offender.  Although they had been anticipated, there were no pleasantries on my part when summoning the reprobate to his hearing.  He was ordered to strip and sit while his plea was read out in front of the Judge and signed by all present before his severe and bloody punishment was inflicted.


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  • Reasons to Visit #9 – To Feel Alive

    A session with Mistress makes my senses jingle and makes me feel so alive!

    You are going to feel sensations that you never even imagined. You will feel alive inside and out.  Every touch, every word, every infliction of suffering or humiliation is going to awaken you and leave you desperate for more.


    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.

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  • Reasons to Visit #8 – Sacrifice Your Soul

    Everyone has their kink, and every one has that tiny little crack in their defences that when penetrated will make everything else come tumbling down until they are reduced to a pile of rubble at my feet.  It isn’t a case of ‘IF’ I find that crack, the thing that really makes you weak, it is a case of ‘WHEN’.  And when I do, I will use it to devour your soul, transforming your entire existence.

    And You will love it.


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