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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Real Fear

    If you even make the slightest suggestion that you want to experience real fear, you can guarantee that I am going to make the hairs on your arms stand up like the quills of a threatened porcupine.   You’ll go to bed sweating, you’ll be watching your back and you’ll be fearing every single ping of your phone notifications.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Be careful what you wish for!


    Another week without Mistress has started. She came back from her previous holiday, scared the living daylights out of me, and then headed off for a well-earned break with her family.

    I sent Mistress my blogs for the previous 2 weeks on a Sunday morning and then didn’t hear from her for the rest of the day. I was not at all surprised by this as I knew that she had a lot of catching up to do before setting off once again. I also knew that Mistress was departing the following morning and therefore it was likely that I might not hear from her for another week. For the first time in our relationship, I was actually relieved by the prospect of a quiet week. My experiences a few days earlier when Mistress had hacked into my vanilla Facebook page and posed as me and posted messages and pictures had shaken me. I felt that I had got away with it this time having bluffed my way through the inevitable questions from those who know me well. I was terrified by the prospect of another ‘innocent’ post being made. But it was more than that. I sensed that Mistress was going to embrace this whole new opportunity to torment me that had resulted from the note I had drafted on the subject of Blackmail (I think I referred to it as consensual bullying in my draft!). I even discovered that Mistress had been discussing my fate with my vanilla lady friend. I didn’t ask her the nature of the exchange. She would never tell me anyway.

    In actual fact I awoke on Monday morning to find that Mistress had sent me a late night message that informed me that she would have her phone and laptop with her this time and that I was required to suggest some possible dates for my next session. She also enquired which device I was in and wanted to know why I had troubled my VLF with holding the lock up pictures whilst she had been away (I was instructed to email them to Mistress in future). I still feel very reluctant to do this however as I don’t want to interrupt Mistresses well earned break in any way. I quickly looked at my calendar, identified some possible dates soon after her return from holiday and sent them to Mistress. I also took the opportunity to swap devices. I wanted to try The Vice once again. I had been too ambitious (trying to squeeze a quart into a pint pot – lol!) with it previously and had become rather sore. I now felt that my skin had recovered. I had also taken the opportunity to make some minor changes to the device. I put it on. I took a photo of the plastic lock that now secured the device and waited for Mistress to reply about my next session. I had decided that I would send my lock up picture to Mistress at the same time as thanking her for the opportunity to come to the HOD once again when we confirmed a date.

    My experience of The Vice on that Monday night was a largely positive one. Having adopted a slightly less restrictive set of components I was pleased to find that I was actually able to pee when I inevitably woke in the early hours. I went back to bed with a view of returning to sleep for a couple of hours before the alarm sounded. It wasn’t to be however. I found myself beset by an erection that just wouldn’t go away. I suspect that it is the effect of the pressure being applied by the anti pull out a component of The Vice. Or maybe it was the fact that I couldn’t get Mistress out of my mind. The last time I had been at the HOD Mistress had tied my wrists behind my back with a silk scarf. It felt sublime. It was that memory that ensured that sleep was impossible.

    Tuesday was a difficult day for me. I had a fairly relaxed day from a work perspective and so I spent most of it checking my phone in case Mistress had replied to my suggested session dates (I think that knowing that Mistress might contact me is so much more difficult to cope with than knowing that she won’t) and a fair bit of time on Twitter as my time allowance appeared to be pretty generous. I just felt super needy all day. But that is how I should feel whilst my Mistress is away. That might explain why I did what I did. I think the best way to summarise what I did is to show you a copy of the email I sent to Mousey on Wednesday morning.

    Good morning Mousey
    A difficult time yesterday, last night and this morning.
    V needy yesterday.
    Bought Mistress R’eal a couple of gifts to thank her for her Twitter posts without asking Mistresses permission. (I won’t send her such a request whilst away).
    Got worried by vanilla friends appearing on fetish Facebook again. Deleted account.
    Still didn’t send Mistress my lock up photo from a couple of days ago despite being told to email it to her if i wanted. Mistress told me to do that rather than bother my vanilla friend. (I can’t bring myself to send it to Mistress whilst she is on holiday).
    Got an erection that wouldn’t go away at 3am this morning, and removed the device!
    Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
    Will lock up again this morning (using a different anti pull out component) and confess all in my blog.
    I jolly well hope that you are faring better than me!
    Taquin

    After sending my email to Mousey I left home and went to work in a customer’s house. I hadn’t been there long when my phone pinged with a notification that I had signed into my Google account from a Samsung S7 (which is what I have). I assumed it was checking because I was now in a different location. A couple of minutes later I received another similar notification. I thought maybe it was because I had been changing settings on Facebook prior to deleting my accounts. And then it did it again. This time I started to worry. Could it be Mistress? Surely not, she was after all on Holiday. One more notification about someone signing into my Gmail and I cracked. I sent Mistress a text and asked if it was her. Her reply set my heart racing. She had seen that I had been communicating with Mistress R’eal and was interested to know why. She also told me that she had read all of my communications with Mousey! I thought back to my series of confessions in this morning’s email and shuddered. Would she understand my plight or would she just be pleased that she now had another good reason to punish me? My phone pinged to tell me I had received a Gmail. I went to the app only to find that Mistress had blocked Gmail on my phone. I went to Twitter, but that was blocked, I went to Google to find that blocked also. And as I worked on in my customers house, isolated as I was from my fetish world, my phone pinged away merrily reporting further Gmails had been received.
    It was only when I got home that I was able to boot up my PC to access my Gmail account to find out what I had missed. The first Gmail I read horrified me. It was Mousey’s reply to my morning confessional. It read:

    Good morning

    I have just spoken to Mistress and she said you have been naughty. I just thought I would give you the heads up that she is going to be on the warpath when she returns. That thought makes me squirm but I’m in her good books because I’ve been looking after you. I’ve also decided that I won’t make a point of leaving things lying around on my computer because I wouldn’t like to feeĺ her wràth or risk being exposed. Shudders. Though if I know Mistress I think she probably sees a lot more than she let’s on.

    It seemed that I was in real trouble! Mousey and I then exchanged several further Gmails during which we both realised that Mistress had posed as each of us on each other’s accounts! Mousey never wrote ‘his’ reply above. (His actual reply to me was kind, considerate and supportive). And indeed one of ‘my’ replies to Mousey wasn’t me at all. Mistress must have been having so much fun as we descended into our personal turmoil’s.

    Later that day I did indeed send my latest lock up picture to Mistress and we agreed a date for my next session early the following week. I am hoping very much that my deviations from the path of true servitude might have been forgiven by then.

    I did receive one message from Mistress that appeared totally innocent but actually made me shudder and wonder, in that order.

    Shudder – Mistress asked whether or not I had orgasmed after removing the device the previous night. It was asked so innocently. But it was a much bigger deal than the simple question suggested. It really is the ultimate ‘golden rule’. A slave does not orgasm unless given permission. (The other golden rule is to always tell the truth regardless of the consequences). I answered truthfully that I had not. It made me shudder because I knew that, if I had provided myself an orgasm, Mistress would have punished me terribly.

    Wonder – I had told Mistress that I was going away for a long weekend. Mistress asked if I was going to remain locked. It was a question so out of character for Mistress. It was after all Mistress who insisted that I remained locked during the most difficult of circumstance whilst away for weekends with my friends. I have been forced to devise coping strategies for such times and am now never unlocked except for when I am bound and helpless at the HOD or as a result of medical necessity. It made me uneasy therefore to be asked whether or not I intended to remain locked. Since when has it been my choice? I replied that I would remain locked unless I ran into a genuine (soreness / potential injury) problem with The Vice. It was, I am sure, the right answer.

    I awoke on Thursday still successfully locked in The Vice. It had at times been a challenging night as the device seems to torment me (without injury) in a way that no other device ever has. I had remained locked as a result of sending Mistress my lock up picture. It stopped the gremlin on my shoulder from telling me in the early hours that I should release myself ‘because Mistress will never know’. I turned on my phone to find that Mistress had sent me a Whatsapp instructing me to describe a dream that I had told her that I had had a couple of nights earlier. I did as instructed and got on with my day. I received a text later telling me to take off The Vice and replace it with the Uberkinky device. I was actually a little relieved as I knew that there was a risk of not being able to cope with The Vice whilst I was away and that this change would prevent another ‘fail’ on my part. She really is a very wise Mistress. I changed devices, using the smallest back ring that I can squeeze into and this time locked the device with the metal padlock that Mistress had given me when I was at the HOD several weeks earlier. I did hear myself take a breath as I clicked it shut. It is so final and inescapable with a metal lock. Mistresses property responded to the situation as would be expected. I put the key safe into the car in case of emergencies. (I knew it would have to be a genuine emergency for Mistress to ever give me the code to it allowing me access to the spare key!)

    I awoke on Friday morning feeling just a little sorry for myself. I thought that today Mistress was back at home following her holiday. This morning however I had to set off for a family weekend away. It was the way that the last few weeks had gone. Me away, Mistress away, Me away, Mistress away etc etc. The other thing that had unsettled me a bit was the fact that I had agreed to do some DIY for Mistress. To be absolutely clear about this; I want to help Mistress. I would feel jealous if I knew she had asked someone else. It gives me pleasure. My problem is that I always feel rather vanilla when discussing or carrying out such tasks. This is not how I ever expect or want to feel where Mistress is concerned! It is also difficult to find the time / ‘home excuse’ to work for Mistress. Due to the urgency of the task and my own circumstances I had chosen to do it on the morning of my session. My fear was that I might struggle to find my inner ‘Slave Taquin’ when it was required later in the day.

    Although I thought that Mistress was back home I wasn’t sure if I was meant to be sending her a morning text, and so I didn’t. Twitter was blocked to me. I had deleted my Facebook profiles a couple of days earlier and so I wrote this blog and got on with my preparations for the family weekend ahead.

    Note: I have just reminded myself that I have had a good deal of contact with Mistress over the last few days, am bound to have a fair bit of contact over the weekend and that I will be spending almost a whole day with Mistress next week. I am such a lucky slave. I have mentally slapped myself accordingly!

    Saturday turned into one of those days where I assess my situation. I get them from time to time. Sometimes it is to remind myself of how lucky I am. Sometimes it is to consider if my servitude is genuine. Sometimes it is to try to think of a way out! Today’s assessment was triggered by Mistress posing as me once again on my vanilla Facebook page. It had sent me into a real spin a week earlier and I had hoped that Mistress would provide me some respite from difficult questions from my Facebook friends. Today’s post was targeted directly at me. It made a clever, but disguised, reference to my new Facebook password. I had put a new password on my account as I had forgotten my old one (it always auto logs in from my home PC). I did tell Mistress that I was going to change it and made no effort to create something that Mistress would find difficult to crack. (I did think about making it impossible for her to work out but realised that she could extract it from me very easily and that the consequences would be most unpleasant). But on Saturday she obviously took great pleasure in illustrating to me that she had already found my new password. Her post resulted in me being asked about it by a close friend. I felt most uncomfortable once again. I wondered if there was any way that I could prevent my current perilous situation from descending into a world of pain for me. I thought about everything that Mistress knows about me, I thought about the fact that my servitude helps to pay her bills (and therefore that she is not likely to let me go), I thought about how much I love being her slave, I thought about the fact that there is a stainless steel cage locked around my privates by a padlock to which only Mistress can provide access and most of all I thought about that unsent email on the subject of femdom bullying and blackmail that Mistress had discovered on my laptop. The outcome of my assessment? I am in a lot of trouble and have no realistic way out. Yes that did make me very horny, yes I found myself dribbling uncontrollably in my cage, yes I did find myself looking at a picture of Mistress and feeling like she was the most wonderful woman in the world. But also I felt a real fear and worry for the situation I find myself in. Today I can hardly think straight. Mistress has so (too?) much power over me now.

    Later that evening I received a WhatsApp. It said ‘so now you have had a taste of what REAL FEAR feels like’. The most frightening thing about it for me is how ridiculously horny it made me feel, fuelled as it was by my total dependence on Mistress.

    #totalpowerexchange


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Hacked and Blackmailed

    Hacked and Blackmailed

    Poor Slave Taquin had been missing his Mistress while I was on holiday.  It just goes to show that when you have me in your life, you will notice a great big gap during my absence.

    I knew how much he had missed me so I decided to log into his computer to find out what he had been up to. Of course I have parental control software on it but that doesn’t show all the other stuff that a computer is capable of.  So I browsed his files and found a very interesting word document.  A draft email that he had written and probably decided not to send to me.  I made use of the information within it to a mind blowing degree.


    This is my second blog during Mistresses absence. So far I have been coping pretty well I think. I have been supported in this by my vanilla lady friend who has kindly taken the responsibility of holding my chastity device lock up photos until Mistresses return and by Mousey with whom I have been exchanging daily emails.

    It is Monday morning and I am suffering from something of an empty feeling. I have sent my morning e mail to Mousey in which I noted that we were now on the home stretch. Having sent, what I hope was a pretty upbeat email, I suddenly feel rather down. Emotions are such a strange thing. I have a busy day ahead of me. I think I will go and immerse myself in that before I descend into a pit of self-pity!

    I awoke on Tuesday morning hopeful that, today, I would feel a bit more upbeat. And Mistress ensured that I did. In the morning she posted a compilation of holiday pictures thanking her slaves for contributing towards it. It was just what I needed. Following an exchange of emails with Mousey, I got on with my day. Later that day Mistress tweeted twice from her holiday in the Lake District. Today it felt like Mistress was starting to think about her return to her slaves. That made me happy. Mistress has allowed me free Twitter and Internet access during the latter part of her absence. I really appreciate that. It does help me to cope. I know that I spend too long on it and that sometimes it stimulates thoughts and ideas that, if acted upon, I might later regret (more of this later!) but it does help the time go by.

    Wednesday – Mistress returns today. Hurrah! I knew full well how my day would go. I would be thinking of Mistress all day whilst just wondering if she might message me once she got home. But knowing full well that that would not happen until Thursday or possibly even Friday. I knew this because this is precisely what Mistress had told me. But still, it didn’t stop me from checking my phone continuously as the day went on. I did suffer one disappointment early on in the day. In my morning exchange of emails with Mousey, she reminded me that Mistress departs on phase 2 of her summer holidays on Monday. I had forgotten all about this! Most disappointing for me was the fact that I was going to ask Mistress for a session on Tuesday. Dohhh! I started to think about how I would cope. I will, of course, manage somehow.

    It was at about 9 pm that I took the opportunity to look at Twitter one last time. I was met with a Qustodio blue screen telling me that my daily allowance had expired. I went to Google and discovered that access was denied to that also.

    I went to bed soon after, happy in the knowledge that, in her own unique and caring way, Mistress had returned and was thinking of me.

    I awoke on Thursday to see that Mistress had posted an ‘I’m back’ picture on her slaves Facebook page. She looked relaxed and radiant. It was a good start to the day. I ‘liked’ it (well actually I ‘loved’ it as I was feeling a bit soppy at the time) and made a comment, but I didn’t send Mistress a morning text. I had told her that, once she had returned from holiday, I would not contact her until she contacted me. And so instead I wrote this blog instead.

    Friday is when things changed. I almost said ‘went wrong’ but as I write this (on Saturday morning) I really don’t know how I feel. In truth, I am feeling a huge range of emotions. I feel the excitement, I feel fear, I feel horny, I feel elated, I feel so so scared, I feel so many things. And it is making me shake, just a little, as I write this.

    Please bear with me as I recount the tale. On Friday morning I went to my home, totally vanilla, PC. I opened up emails, I opened up Twitter and I opened up Facebook. I spotted that I had received 3 Facebook notifications during the night. This surprised me. I hardly ever receive any notifications. I am not an active vanilla Facebook user (the last time I posted anything was about a year ago). I clicked on the notification icon and saw that I had received 2 ‘likes’ for my post and 1 ‘like’. For the picture, I had posted. ???? But I knew that ‘I’ hadn’t posted anything. I clicked on the link to the post in question and the adrenaline started to course through my veins. There it was, a post from ‘me’ talking about my hobby. It was instantly obvious to me that Mistress had hacked into my vanilla Facebook account and was pretending to be me. That in itself would be enough to send any distance control slave into a panic (Mistress had never done this to me before) but I realised that it was worse than this. Far, Far Worse.

    I will explain…. Two days earlier I had started to compose a potential email to Mistress. I say ‘potential’ because I most certainly hadn’t decided whether or not I would ever be brave enough to send it. It is what I do. Sometimes if something is on my mind I write it down. But I know that I am sometimes too impulsive and so I make a conscious effort to write it, think about it, amend it and then either send or delete. In the void that had been left in my life by Mistress being away on holiday (and because Mistress had been kind enough to leave Twitter and the internet open to me for most of that time), I had spent far too much time fantasising about what for me might be the ultimate submission. By this, I am talking about Femdom Blackmail. I had for some time been drawn to the concept of being genuinely blackmailed. The first step, of course, has to be consensual in the sense of giving enough information in order to be at genuine risk but after that, I was incredibly turned on by the concept of a no limits agreement with someone who would show me no mercy. I will say at this point that I have no desire to see my current vanilla relationships damaged in any way and I have no desire to be left penniless and living in debt. This, therefore, makes me a perfect victim! The potential email that I had composed was to Mistress and raised the possibility of her taking me to this next stage in my submission to her. But the concept terrified me. This is serious stuff and my past experiences tell me that Mistress is not only capable of doing anything that she chooses to do but that it always far exceeds what I might ever have originally have thought. Two examples from my early days of knowing Mistress would be:

    a) The day that I wrote to her and asked her to lock me in chastity. Here I am today writing this blog still locked securely in a steel cage some 2 and a half years on from that day.
    b) The day that I wrote to Mistress and told her that I fantasised about escaping my bindings whilst she was out of the room during a session resulting in her coming back in and torturing me with nipple clamps as a punishment. To this day I remember my cries of panic and pain as she taught me the lesson of my life. From that point on I have feared (and therefore loved) Mistress as the dominant life force that she is.

    I knew therefore that asking her to Blackmail me was a one-way street, potentially to hell.

    I had deliberately written the piece that I was thinking about sending in Microsoft Word. I did it on my ‘fetish’ PC but hid the saved document in amongst all of my blog files. Within the piece, I used an example of an online Domme bullying her slave into submission by hijacking his vanilla Facebook page and making, seemingly innocent posts, on his behalf.

    Therefore on that fateful Friday morning, I knew instantly that Mistress had found my potential email. I was terrified!

    I thought back to the document that she must have read. It was in its raw state. It was devoid of any caveats or softening of corners. It talked of total domination through genuine Blackmail. It talked of slaves being bullied into submission by a ruthless Mistress. It talked about my desire for a ‘no way out’ agreement that I might never be released from. I was horrified at what Mistress had found. I could not imagine a situation where I would ever have actually sent it to her in its current form. It was just too honest and just too dangerous.

    I looked at the Facebook page in front of me on my home PC. I looked at the ‘post’ that Mistress had made in my name and started to think of how I might explain it to my friends. Whilst it was ‘on subject’ the way that it was worded was not something that I would ever have penned. (My closest friend asked me today if I was ‘tripping’ when I posted it.). I sat and watched my screen as more people ‘liked’ the post. And whilst I saw more and more people like the post, or reply to it I realised that I was now trapped by the word document that Mistress had discovered.

    Since then I have been away camping. Mistress has continued to tighten the knot by confirming the perilous situation that I find myself in. One text, that told me about how easy it would be for her to accidentally expose me, concluded with the chilling phrase ‘you’ve opened up a big can of worms’.

    And finally, I have returned home from my weekend away to find that Mistress has replied to a couple of my Facebook friends who had commented on ‘my’ post a couple of days ago. I have so far managed to bluff my way through the comments I have received from those people who know me well enough to question ‘my’ post a couple of days ago. I am however feeling very uncomfortable about the perilous position I now find myself in and am particularly nervous about what might come next. I fear that I might have released a particularly wicked genie from its bottle. This time I might have bitten off wayyyy more than I can chew!



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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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  • 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 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.  


  • 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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  • 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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  • 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.


  • 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!


  • 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 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 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 Taquin – Distance Control Journal – #IamNowSoFucked!

    Well what a week it has been for Slave Taquin, and indeed for all of my remote control pets.  (In a moment of further genius I have decided to change ‘distance control’ to ‘remote control’ because that is what I do, control them remotely, pressing the buttons and sitting back with my feet up to watch the show).  I have gotten so deep under his skin and tightened my grip even more than he could ever have imagined.  How?  by being one step ahead of him.  My skills techDomme toolkit is expanding and no devices are safe once you give your consent for total power exchange.


    My week’s blog will start on Thursday. The beginning of the week is best forgotten as it involved me being ill and having to cancel out of my session planned for the Wednesday. Most depressing.
    I should also say that this blog could be considered slightly geekish in places. Indeed if it was the longest tweet in the world it would probably finish with some of the following #teamviewer #techdomme #pccontrol #phonecontrol
    but really it should be #tpe #Iamnowsofucked!

    On Thursday morning I woke to find that Mistress had tweeted a request to her slaves to help pay for her improvements to her ‘woman-cave’ (home conservatory / office). I sent my contribution to Mistress via circle pay and then sent her my morning text. It was lovely to see that her pets dug deep and by the next day Mistress had reached her target and was able to order the things that she required. Well done us!

    I had had my nice new Samsung phone since Monday and it was providing me much pleasure! This was the only good thing about not having had my session with Mistress that had been planned for the previous day. I knew that she would need me to take my phone to the HOD to enable her to install parental control software before she could take full control of my online life once again. Well that is what I thought anyway….

    As I sat watching the TV on Thursday evening I received a text from Mistress with a link to a piece of parental control software. I recognised it for what it was, the beginning of the end for my phone freedoms. What I didn’t realise at the time was it was actually just the beginning of a tumultuous couple of days that last night I described to Mistress as like being strapped helpless to the front of a speeding express train! Whilst pretending to be watching TV I selected the parental control software link in the text from Mistress and watched the software download and commence installation on my phone. And as I watched my freedoms being taken away from me I felt the discomfort in the cage and the inevitable dribbling began. I suspect at such times that I also get a healthy glow in my cheeks as well, but fortunately no one has ever mentioned it. I recognised the software as being the same that Mistress had used on my IPhone. I was pleased as I have come to know its wrinkles over the last couple of years. Regular readers of this blog will know that I just have to try to escape, even though I risk punishment as a result. I just can’t help myself. I have never found out how to escape its grip entirely (Mistress is far too clever for that) but I had come to suspect that it allowed me a little more latitude than Mistress might have intended. But then I went and did a spot of internet research on the new version of the software that I had just downloaded and realised that it was far more restrictive. Indeed the one that I had just installed on my brand new £500 phone was capable of reducing it to no more than a pretty black box! I started to shake a little at the thought of the power that had just passed to Mistress. I sent her a text to confirm that I had loaded the software and that it was live on my phone. Her reply sent a ripple of fear through me. It was ‘Good boy, that’s just the beginning’. Really?! What more was there I wondered. We exchanged a few more texts as the evening wore on. I could tell that she was busy exploring the options that my new phone gave her. And I could sense the joy that it was giving her.

    I spent much, no most, of that night trying to find a way of escaping the software. My morning text the following morning was the one that Mistress subsequently tweeted. During the night I had found a button that suggested that, if I were to press it, would result in me being sent a release code. But none ever appeared. (According to Mistress I must have pressed it about 20 times as this was the number of emails she had received. In the past I had come to believe that my attempts to escape had not been reported to Mistress. This was obviously no longer the case!). Mistress asked in the morning if her property had been uncomfortable it its device. She knew full well that the answer was yes. Mistress then told me that she now planned to lock down Mousey’s phone as well and did I think that was a good idea? I of course responded with a resounding yes! And then came the text that made me most thoughtful. Mistress informed me that she would be able to access my phone by Teamviewer and that she had even better parental control software and then came the phrase that made her property try to burst through its cage ‘So when I’ve got time, you’re going to follow my instructions!’ Of everything that happened this week this was the phrase that got to me most.

    Oh my goodness! what instructions? I didn’t know what to think. The last line of the text was so powerful, so scary and so hot. I could hardly contain myself. I received this text at 8.20am and then Mistress just left me sweating. At 9.43am she told me to load the teamviewer quick support app on my phone. I did as instructed and sent Mistress the ID that it provided. Again I was left to sweat. I had been mindfucked once again. It wasn’t until 4.30 in the afternoon that I heard from Mistress again. By this time I was in a real dither. I was in my workshop when I saw Mistress log into my laptop via teamviewer. Mistress opened the camera and the notes page. She asked me if I was alone and told me to raise my thumb if I was. I did as instructed whilst probably looking like a scared rabbit through my camera lens. Mistress went straight to my browser, removed parental controls and loaded up a video from Xhamster. This was a very pleasant surprise but at this point I really didn’t feel in need of any additional stimulus. The video that Mistress was making me watch was of a young lady looking super hot and super sexy bringing herself slowly and steadily towards orgasm. I could see that it was to last for 11 minutes. This isn’t the type of fun video I would normally watch. But today, knowing that I was being made to watch it by my Mistress, it started to drive me absolutely nuts. It was when it got to about 7 minutes through that I saw my phone spring to life. ‘open the Teamviewer App on this phone’ was the instruction from Mistress. I did as I was told. I picked up the phone and began watching as Mistress started to control it from her computer. She opened up the camera app and changed it to the selfie lens. Instantly I heard the click as Mistress had taken a picture of my startled face. She opened up a text page and typed ‘Now look away and carry on doing what you are doing’. What I was doing at that point was I believe, hyperventilating. I was watching a very steamy video whilst knowing that Mistress was busy doing something to my phone. I am in such deep trouble now I thought. At this point in writing this account of what happened I find myself in one of those situations where I cannot possibly explain to you how helpless and horny I felt at that moment. I knew that my freedoms were being taken away from me and I knew that I was powerless to do anything about it. The xhamster video finished and I looked at my phone. Mistress had left a message on it that just said ‘get on with what you are doing and leave me to do what I need to do’. Again I did what I was told. I fear I might have made a mess of the job I was trying to do at the time. My hands were shaking too much. And then my PC screen went black. Mistress had now moved on to do something to it as well. I felt the ropes being weaved more and more securely around my limbs. After a couple more minutes the screen came back to life and I could see some installation screens for Qustodio. ‘What, more control software?!’ I thought. I took the fact that the screen had come back to life as an ok for me to look to see what was going on. I was wrong! Mistress typed into the noted page that was open ‘I am not able to blackscreen you for this stage. Look away now or your picture gets posted onto Twitter!!!’ I think I probably shrieked and looked away instantly. I didn’t look again for at least 10 minutes. I felt like one of those bank tellers in the movies who has been told to kneel and look at the floor whilst the robbers make their getaway. But for how long? Eventually I did look and I could see that Mistress had signed out of my PC. It was time to try to find out what she had done. I soon discovered that she had loaded up Qustodio on both my phone and laptop. I opened up google on my laptop and started to research its capabilities. It appears that it is the mother of all parental controls. Just some of its capabilities are:

    To monitor all Web usage.
    To implement safe Web filtering and safe searches.
    To monitor all social media usage (not just what you use or how often, but to actually read every text, WhatsApp, Facebook, Twitter message and post).
    To apply time limits to usage.
    To locate and track the ‘child’s’ location.
    To list and potentially block any phone or text contacts.
    To report all ‘unsafe’ activity.
    And probably most devastating of all to produce a report of activity every 30 days.

    The list just went on and on. I couldn’t think of a single thing that I could do on my phone that Mistress wouldn’t know about or be able to read or constrain. I suddenly realised that my phone had become my primary fetish internet tool. I wondered why that was. It was because it provided a bit more wriggle room and access than my laptop, it was because it was there with me for all those moments when a couple of minutes could be spent catching up on all the fun, it was because it sat next to me every evening as I watched the TV. But most of all it was because I felt that Mistress had less visibility of my actions! Not that I wasn’t a good slave when told to be. It was just that I felt a little ‘safer’ pushing the boundaries on my phone than I did my laptop. I wondered why that was. The answer was that I suspected that the old Iphone software (the current version appears to have rectified this) didn’t provide weekly or monthly reporting. The thing that probably kept me most in line on the PC was that it provided to Mistress, and copied to me, a weekly report of my activity. And every week I receive that report, look at its contents, and wonder if this will be the week that Mistress takes me to task if there are any misdemeanours. It appears that Qustodio is going to produce such a handy and potentially damning report. I realised at this point that I was truly fucked. And so there I was stood in my workshop shaking and dribbling. Just when I think that Mistress can’t possibly take more control from me, she does.

    I tried to reassure myself with the knowledge that Mistress could not and would not monitor every call, text, facebook post that I made. Neither would she sit at her PC and track my every movement and location visited. She is far too busy to do that. But I came back to 2 key points. Firstly that I would have no idea of when she was watching or what she was reading and secondly to that damned report. There was now no hiding place.

    My next communication from Mistress sent a fresh burst of shivers down my spine and through her property (that had not been this hard, for this long, for such a long time!). Mistress informed me that she had just ordered the same Samsung phone as me as her new ‘work’ phone and informed me that ‘once I know my way around it you’ll be history’. Oh I was in so much trouble. I decided I should calm myself down a bit by starting to find the inevitable opportunities to find a little ‘wriggle room’ from this new software. The obvious place to start was in the settings folder. It was time for Taquin to do what he does best and try to escape. I found the settings app on the phone and tapped it. And then it happened, the turquoise screen of phone enslavement appeared and declared: ‘Qustodio requires your password to access the settings screen’ WTF! So now it seemed that I couldn’t change the settings of anything on my phone without a code. How is a slave meant to escape his bonds if he can’t reach the knot in the first place? There must be another way to access app settings and controls I thought. I scrolled, I swiped, I tapped, I pressed, I turned on and off, I did everything. Not a hope.

    Later that evening I gave up trying to escape the software and sent a text asking if Mistress would let me have the password to allow me to change a couple of settings. I knew already what the answer would be. No. But it is how she said no that really got to me. It wasn’t the short sharp ‘No’ as I might have just suggested. It actually felt like the sort of response that a young Mum might give to her child who believes that he or she is old enough to cross the road without holding Mummies hand. It was firm, it was unequivocal and it was delivered in such a way that I knew that Mistress was, in her way, caring for me and knew what was best for me. Mistress took the time to explain to me that she wouldn’t give me the password and that from now on that she would be the only person who would make any changes to the settings of my phone.

    I went to bed that night having not had much sleep the night before and mentally exhausted from the days events. I should have dropped off immediately but there was not a hope of that. As I lay there in the darkness and the silence of my room I couldn’t think of anything apart from my wonderful Mistress and the control that she has over my life. Her property filled its cage and its pressure drove me nuts. I even thought about texting Mistress to request that I be released from my device to provide myself an orgasm. It was the only thing in my mind that could ease the intensity of the moment. I composed the text in my mind. It was to refer to the fact that I had not been able to attend my session earlier in the week, it was to refer to the fact that I had been a good slave and allowed Mistress to load up all of the new software (as if I ever had any choice!) and it was to resort to begging for her compassion. I never sent the text. There would have been no point. I just laid there and suffered. It was such wonderful, sweet suffering of the sort that I dream of.

    In my morning text the following day I told Mistress of the effect that she had had on me. I told her that she was the best Mistress ever. And she is. It is not what she does but how she does it. If she chooses to she can push every fetish and emotional button in my mind and my body. And now I have to live with whatever comes next. I have decided that the only thing I can do is to continue to use my phone as if nothing has changed. I have no choice. It is my window to the world. But from now on though I will know that every message that I send, every website that I visit, every step that I take might be watched by my Mistress. In reality everything has now changed. Mistress will decide how to use her new powers and I will just have to tremble at the thought.

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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Horny, Desperate and Needy

    Slave Sissy Mouse has not escaped my torment this week either and as a result has felt compelled to share his current state of mind (and body) with me and with all of you! *grins!*


    Horny, desperate and needy.

    Since my last visit to Mistress and the ‘Bloody bath brush challenge’ I have been in the above state. Never before have I found myself in this situation. Yes, I have looked forward to my next visit and yes, I have been turned on by activities but this is a whole new experience.
    After our last session, Mistress even phoned me to insist that if I got any adverse effects from our session (because it was so intense) to contact her immediately. It has had the opposite effect and left me in this wonderful deep submissive state of almost endless arousal. I think this has come about because I have released things to Mistress deep within me at our January session and accepted that I am indeed weak and ruled by Mistress’s pathetic cock. I have read many accounts of Slave Taquin where Mistress has got him in such a state that he was easily and completely manipulated by her. Mistress has now through her brilliance got me into this equally coercive, malleable state. In-fact if you have read recent submissions by Slave Taquin you will see that Mistress has almost cloned us. Me in this horny dribbling state and Taquin delving into the wonderful world of financial domination.

    My current state has also led me to conclude that my belief long-term denial was for me is not the case and probably led to my many well documented ups and downs last year. Yes, denial is a part of any submissive’s journey because you need the control but you also need hope. Hope that good behaviour and adherence to the rules will result in a mind-blowing orgasm. I would very much like to wear a chastity device between sessions but that doesn’t work for me so I have something slightly less uncomfortable but no less effective, Hypnotic mental chastity. This has 2 effects, firstly it puts that little voice in my head that says ‘you will disappoint Mistress if you relieve yourself’ and it won’t be as enjoyable as being teased for hours by Mistress and secondly thanks to the hypnosis it’s not possible for me to keep an erection. I can get almost painfully hard but try to do anything with it and it withers almost immediately. Couple this with my deep submissive state and I have no hope of pleasuring myself. Job well done Mistress.

    I think the other event that has got me in this state is the video Mistress took of her edging me through a nappy whilst sucking on a dummy. This is something that has got my (consensual) blackmail juices flowing because I don’t want anyone to see that video. Nothing Mistress has on me has the leverage possibilities that this holds and ensures I tow the line, I don’t want to be even threatened with its use.

    As for the needy side, it is well documented by Mistress that she always has the best interests of her slaves at heart but! if they get needy then they get put in their place and possibly punished. This has led me to be very quiet and keep my head down because as stated above I don’t want to lose hope of an orgasm. However, Mistress last night messaged me to say that an outside event on the day of our next session will have the final say on whether I get an orgasm or not. How Deelightfully cruel.




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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Mistress Wants/Gets

    This week I had a brainwave, I have lots of brainwaves actually but this particular one relates to a promotional campaign that I have decided to create for myself.  Then I had a second brainwave; I can share the workload with my most devoted pets. After all, I will be doing the hard work in creating the relevant images, I shouldn’t have to do all the thinking too.  My thinking is best saved for coming up with inventive ways to control my subs. Anyway, I set my subs a task and Slave Taquin, in his absolute fear of punishment took it one step further whilst also taking one for the team (his fellow subs).

    Here is your reward, Slave!

    On Sunday, having submitted my blog for the previous week, I set about the task that I had been given for that day. I, along with Mistresses other long-term pets, had been instructed to send her 10 reasons why ‘you must session with Miss Deelight’.
    After some thought I penned my response and emailed it to Mistress and, as instructed, also posted it on Mistresses private Facebook group. I think it was actually before 8am as I had a very busy day ahead of me. Mistress thanked me for my response and told me that as I was the first to respond that she would allow me to continue to access Twitter and her Website as a reward. I felt very grateful indeed. As the day progressed I looked out for the other pets’ submissions to appear on the Facebook site.
    (I used the word ‘submissions’ intentionally as it works in terms of providing a response and also in the fact that writing such a list is a totally submissive thing to do. I like it anyway! Lol).

    As each was posted throughout the day I enjoyed very much what Mistresses other pets responded with. It is interesting to get an insight into other pets’ motivations and thoughts. On a practical level it was soon apparent that the task set had been interpreted differently in terms of the style of reply. Later in the afternoon Mistress came onto the Facebook group and thanked us all for our inputs and told us that Sissy Mouse was the only pet to have interpreted the task correctly. Doh!!! Mistress told us that she was debating whether or not to reward Sissy Mouse or to punish the rest of us. I suggested that I felt it was appropriate that Sissy Mouse get a very nice treat as a reward! I then suggested in my best ‘teacher’s pet’ slimy manner that I should rewrite the incorrect submissions for her. It never fails to amaze me how the threat of punishment can motivate me.

    Later in the day I received a text from Mistress. It just said ‘Do you have any Amazon codes?’. It was not a totally random question of course. They never are as far as Mistress is concerned. Mistress is aware that from time to time I have some codes for £20 Amazon vouchers. Looking back on it now my response makes me smile. Without a moment’s hesitation I replied ‘I think I still have 3 or 4. How many would you like?’ the thing that makes me smile is the fact that I didn’t think about my response in terms of monetary value at all. I knew that Mistress would only take what she needed, and I could afford.
    Her response was ‘just a £20’ she accompanied it with a couple of emoji’s. I sent Mistress the codes and didn’t think any more of it until the middle of that night.

    At 3am in the morning I found myself awake and with Mistresses property bulging in its cage. I quickly realised that it was as a result of Mistress taking money from me. It was not the reaction I would have predicted at all. (I have frequently said that I am not into Findom!) I think I felt ‘used’. Not in any sort of dirty or unpleasant way. It was just that in that short exchange between us Mistress had demonstrated her position over me. She had said jump (give) and I had said how high? (how much?) Any traditional barriers to such an interaction have been removed by Mistress over time. I now find it exciting that Mistress has so much natural power that she can just take from me without me feeling the need to receive any form of justification. It just reinforces her dominant status further. How scary is that!

    In actual fact my morning text from Mistress the following day did provide a hint of an explanation. Mistress thanked me for the voucher and said that ‘I’m buying something for us’. Words are such powerful things. Sometimes I realise that I take too much from them but I also know that Mistress is very careful with her use of them and that they are probably her most potent weapon. I rather liked the phrase ‘something for us’. For me there was an intimacy in them. The inference was that it was something for both of us to share in, and hopefully enjoy.

    The rest of the week was pretty quiet. I was still away from home working dawn to dusk on an important job and Mistress was doing her accounts for much of it. We kept in touch throughout as always.

    Mistress did provide me and her regular pets with a fabulous ‘gift’. She posted onto her private Facebook group a video montage of all of her pictures that had been published the previous week. It is a stunning selection, many of which are my favourite pictures of all time. I found myself watching it far too much! Once I somehow managed to reduce it down in size to play continuously in the bottom right hand corner of my phone screen. Because I didn’t know how I had done it in the first place I couldn’t actually get rid of it. In the end I actually had to ask Mistress to help me. Her first response was to mock me for the fact that I didn’t want to do anything except see images of my Mistress (so true). Mistress did eventually provide me the phone guidance I required and the miniature version of the video was removed from my screen.

    Mistress did send out one more video that I was aware of. It was a short video of her inflicting a beating on my backside at my last session. The recipient was my vanilla lady friend! I asked her what she thought. Her reply was that she had enjoyed it but it was far too short. She also taunted me that there were full length videos of me available on Mistresses web site and that she might just buy one of those. Oh how our friendship has developed over the last year or so.


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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Special Care

    I pride myself on the care I offer my Slaves.  For me it’s not all about not giving a shit, I do this as a job because it is a natural part of me.  Another part of me is having a caring nature, so whilst I can certainly hurt and humiliate my pets, I will also nurture them too (and if they get too needy then I will hurt them again!).  With respect to my long-term submissives, this level of care is magnified because it is what it is; a long-term relationship.   Sure, some of them have partners and wives but I am undoubtedly the woman who is on their mind the most and with that comes a responsibility to their emotional needs. Taquin has had a few things to deal with recently and so I thought that aside from giving him necessary space, I would also provide just enough interaction to remain in his thoughts and keep him smiling through it where possible.  My long-term subs look after me, and vice versa.


    Some people would feel it appropriate to call this weeks blog a ‘micro’ blog. Other less generous people would just call it mercifully short!

    I think I finally came down following my last session with Mistress almost 2 weeks ago. It wasn’t a big bump, it was just that I had so much on my mind and so many vanilla tasks to get done.

    Mistress was as always really understanding. In fact there were times this week where she actually provided more care and support than family members who I would have expected to be there for me. This has resulted in a week where Mistress has not imposed herself on me as she might normally. She has allowed me to get on with things as she knows that I must.

    Monday set the pattern for the week really. It came in the form of a morning text from Mistress that said ‘you can have your daily dribble by visiting the HODFBG. 😉’ (House Of Deelight FaceBook Group in case you were wondering).

    This was the start of a week full of a wonderful assortment of Facebook posts and photos of Mistress. The first was with Mistress wrapped snugly in a dressing gown. The gown apparently belonged to her boyfriend with whom she had just enjoyed fabulous sex!

    One of the most memorable for me was probably the least glamorous. Mistress had returned home following a long and productive day at the HOD. She was in quite vanilla attire, she was wearing glasses and looking in a matter of fact way into the camera lens (or more precisely into my soul). She accompanied the picture with the simple statement that she was ‘planning her next attack’. For me this is such a powerful image. It is a picture of the naturally beautiful and powerful woman who controls much of my life and occupies so many of my thoughts. It was a picture of the woman who I serve 24/7. Mistress is so much more than a dominatrix who I visit once a month.

    Towards the end of the week I think that Mistress decided that I needed a bit of perking up (she was right) and so she sent me a video of a session where she had strapped me to the cross and then teased, caressed and edged me for more than an hour before making me agree to pay for her new phone! It was the combination of edging and the threat of telling my wife and the rest of the world all about me that seemed to have done the trick! It is such a hot video.

    And then yesterday Mistress allowed me access to Twitter and to her Website. It was such fun to be able to see all that had been going on and to read the blogs from Mistresses other slaves.

    As I sit here ready to press send I am feeling good. Mistress has already set her regular slaves a task to complete today. I do enjoy being given tasks by Mistress. As I do them I am always reminded of who is in charge and that I have no choice but to do whatever Mistress tells me. And that makes me very hot under the collar!



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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Feeling Wonderful

    Slave Taquin has, to his surprise, been feeling all warm and fuzzy like all contented and accomplished slaves should feel.  I left him for a few days post-session to come down from the high and to process what he’d endured, knowing full well that he would enjoy every single moment of his memories from the day. Mistress always knows best.


    Last Saturday I had enjoyed (yes I can use that word now!) my first ever ‘punishment session’. I did of course blog about it on Sunday morning. I am still not sure that I enjoyed the sensation whilst it happened but I certainly felt the benefit of it afterwards. Having submitted my blog I realised that I felt incredibly aroused. To feel as I did the day after a session where Mistress had been kind enough to give me an orgasm was unheard of previously. It was the result of Mistress doing exactly as she wanted to me. She had hurt me and yet I had felt her care and compassion as she had done it. In doing so she had proved to me that I had no control or influence over my fetish world. She had given me a reward for what I had endured and then locked me up again. Mistress has ensured that she maintains complete control whilst I am away from her. On that Sunday afternoon I felt (and still do) totally, helplessly, owned. It is a wonderful feeling.

    Later on that day Mistress sent me a YouTube video of the very sexy Rihanna performing the song S&M. It contains some great imagery. This was soon followed by a picture of the implements that Mistress had used on my backside the day before together with a picture of the effect that they had on it. Whilst it didn’t rival many ‘post punishment’ pictures I had seen previously it certainly explained to me why it was so difficult for me to sit comfortably that day.
    I think it was on the Monday that Mistress tweeted a picture of a Leather journal that she had fallen in love with. In my state of feeling huge gratitude to Mistress I bought it for her immediately. It seemed to make her happy which made me happy too. Later in the day I sensed that my vanilla lady friend needed some cheering up, and so I sent her the pictures of my bum that Mistress had kindly let me have. This might not be the sort of thing that you would ordinarily do to cheer up a friend. But there again my vanilla lady friend is no ‘ordinary’ friend. She is extraordinary; she found them hilarious and requested a video of my beating! I think Mistress has sent it to her but I am not sure. Unfortunately both of my very special female friends have had problems to deal with this week. Mistress has taken a bit of time away from her slaves to cope with hers and I have spent a fair bit of time trying to support my vanilla lady friend through some difficult times.

    I did feel the grip of my Mistress tighten at one point as my access to Twitter and missdeelight.com was blocked. I sent a note to Mistress thanking her for her generosity in allowing me access to them for so long. Of course a slave does still need some stimulation and so I found myself spending time on my pc searching for mixed wrestling content on YouTube and Vimeo in particular. It doesn’t make up for my normal fetish pleasures but is exciting nonetheless.
    It did in part lead to an enjoyable couple of days exchanging emails with the female wrestler who is based in South Wales who I know as Princess. Before I met Mistress I enjoyed the pleasures of mixed wrestling with a young lady from Guilford (by pleasures I mean being physically overpowered and made to suffer at the hands of a beautiful young woman). If the woman concerned is young, fit and skilful then this becomes very ‘real’ as far as I am concerned. The reality comes from two things. Firstly that my days of being able to leap nimbly around on a set of wrestling mats have long passed and secondly from the fact that I could never ever try to overpower or hurt a lady. This means that the most I can do is to try to defend myself, and I am pretty rubbish at that as well!

    Mistress had given her permission for me to spend an hour being softened up by Princess immediately before a session at the HOD once last year, but unfortunately that had to be cancelled. This week Mistress gave me her permission to try again and so my emails to Princess were to try to organise an hour in advance of my March session. As we have never met before I have done my best to explain a bit about me. I do still find it slightly uncomfortable to do this. I have explained that I would like to be naked whilst wrestling (with the exception of a chastity device!) and I have tried to explain what for me are the best bits of such an experience and given her an insight into my fetish mind. It is a difficult balance for me as I never want to try to ‘script’ anything in my fetish life. But I do recognise the need to communicate my motivations effectively. Princess has made it so very easy for me to do this which I have really appreciated. I think that she understands.

    The other thing that happened this week that was fun was that I found myself exchanging Facebook messages with a couple of Mistresses other long term pets. The Facebook group has provided a nice ‘safe space’ for us to be our fetish selves. I even found it rather hot when one pet suggested setting up a suggestion box of what Mistress should do to me. (I hesitated a long time before including that confession in this blog). I did play out in my mind the concept of such a thing where all of the outcomes would be strictly enforced by Mistress. Eventually I came to the conclusion that my fetish is about submitting to the will and power of my Mistress and it is only her who should determine my fate. I also concluded that a suggestion box from her other pets would very quickly descend into outcomes far too extreme for me to be able to cope with.
    However it did make me cast my mind back more than a year to a journey over to the HOD for a session. I have never really understood why but 9 times out of ten such a journey is surprisingly calm and collected. I always look forward to a session but somehow I go into a vanilla zone on the morning itself. It is only once I am parked outside the HOD and I receive my entry instructions that things start to stir down below. But on the morning in question over a year ago I can still vividly remember driving along the M4 with Mistresses property trying to burst out of its cage. I felt so totally desperate and wondered how I would possibly cope once I got to Newport. I had never felt like that before (or since) on my way to a session. The thing that drove me nuts that morning was that Mistress had asked her followers whether or not I was to be allowed a full orgasm that day or whether it should be ruined. I felt so out of control as I drove along listening to the ‘pings’ as the responses came back in over twitter. (I do still remember how some of you voted! But you are totally forgiven now x). I did know that Mistress would ultimately make up her own mind up on the subject but I also suspected that she was enjoying playing with me in front of her pets and followers. I feared therefore that she would accept the result of the poll and go with ‘ruin’. In all honesty I can’t actually remember how my session finished but I do still remember the drive over there.

    Anyway I politely turned down the kind offer of a ‘suggestion box’ but did conclude that in Mistresses absence we all played together very nicely!

    The best bit of the week for me was last night. First of all Mistress posted some pictures on the pets Facebook page of the things we had bought for her recently. Included within this were two tantalising pictures of Mistress in the silk dressing gown I bought for her. Mistress looks absolutely stunning in it. And then she posted a very teasing video of her wearing it and thanking us for her gifts. It ensured that I went to bed a dribbling mess and then spent some time awake from 2.30am desperate for an orgasm that was an impossibility whilst locked in the device. Sigh….

    Today I have woken to discover that I am locked out of my PC until midnight tonight. My balls have tightened up accordingly. Today for me will be about trying to discover some ‘wriggle room’ on my phone. I suspect I will also be revisiting pictures and videos of Mistress wearing figure hugging silk. Gorgeous!


  • Slave Taquin – Distane Control Journal – Most Amazing Session

    Whilst it is all very well and good, me accommodating the fantasies of my slaves; my slaves must also realise that they are ultimately there to serve me in whatever way I desire.  So, if a slave does not like pain but I am in the mood for it, then my slaves (especially my long-term ones)  should suck it up and take it.  Of course with my expert guidance. Read on to discover how I got Slave Taquin through something (else) he would have never considered possible…..


    I was not able to provide a blog last week as I had a family bereavement & some personal health problems to deal with. Mistress has done what she can during this difficult time but ultimately I needed to find my own peace with it in my own way. By Monday of this week I felt like I was ready to return to the fetish world. In fact Mistress kindly allowed me a little more time to come to terms with all that had happened and it wasn’t until Wednesday afternoon that she asked me during the afternoon if all was still ‘dangling free’. She was of course asking whether or not I had locked myself back into chastity following a trip abroad the previous week. The truth was that I hadn’t locked up again. When I had got back from my trip I had not felt like it. Even once my mind had started to return to its natural submissive state I had not locked up again. It doesn’t feel right to do so without receiving a direct instruction from Mistress. It is after all not for me to decide when I should or should not be locked. I did know however that I needed to be locked. Without some form of tangible control from Mistress I feel a little empty and rather lost.
    I replied to Mistress and told her that I was indeed still dangling free. The next text from Mistress did not surprise me at all. It was ‘well I think the dangling should be replaced by the bon4!’ Mistress normally only makes me wear the bon4 for a few days at a time as it is even heavier and more restrictive than my normal stainless steel device. This made sense as I was due at the HOD on Saturday. I started to walk towards the safe hiding place for such things when I felt a wave of rash bravery washed over me. I decided to refuse to do as I was told! Why would I even think about doing such a thing? I guess that I felt the need to feel mistresses power. I wanted to know that she could make me do whatever she wanted, and that I had no choice.
    I sent her the following text ‘Just occasionally I think it would be fun to say ‘No Mistress’. Yes I know this is not the outright defiance that my words a moment ago suggested. That is because I am a coward! But yet I still doubted my sanity. I watched the text page on my IPhone to see when Mistress read my text. 3 minutes later it showed that she had indeed read it. And my mind went into a small panic. What had I done?! I hadn’t actually said no, but Mistress could interpret it that way if she chose to. I sent another text that said ‘but then I get scared and change my mind’. I watched to see when it was read. But it wasn’t. Gulp! A vision came into my mind. It was of Mistress having put her phone to one side whilst accessing the copious data files that she has on her computer concerning me to gather up whatever she needed to respond to my (mildly) defiant response to being told to lock up. What would she do? At times like this I have agreed with Mistress that I have no limits. I just have to cope with whatever might happen. I thought it was quite possible that she would phone my house (she had done this once before pretending to be from my bank) hoping to scare the life out of me by talking to my wife. Or maybe she would post something innocuous on my social media in order to remind me of her access and power. Or maybe she was on her way to my home to ‘look for her lost cat’. Or maybe she would withdraw any possibility of an orgasm at my forthcoming session. Or maybe she would just torture the hell out of me once I got there. My brain is a terrible place sometimes!
    I went to the cupboard where I keep such things, retrieved the bon4, locked it in place, took a picture and hastily sent it to Mistress with the words ‘and then I cave in before something terrible happens’. Again I watched my phone to check that Mistress had received and read my text but she didn’t. After a few more minutes of phone watching and worrying I realised it was time to take the dog out for a walk. I did so reluctantly as I was still fearful of repercussions. It was a quick walk for the dog (she wasn’t pleased) and 30 minutes later I walked back into the house and removed my boots. As I did so my wife said to me in passing ‘a lady from PlusNet called and wanted to talk to you about our internet package’. Alarm bells rang loudly in my head. I asked if this lady had left a number, but apparently not. As soon as I was alone I dialled 1471 expecting to either get a number withheld response or the number of my Mistress. I actually got a 0114 (Sheffield) number instead. The call had been genuine after all.
    Some minutes later I got a text from Mistress that just said ‘lol, back in your place’. This was her response to my texts and my ‘lock up’ picture. I had proved once again that my mind is my biggest weakness and my worst enemy!
    Later that evening Mistress posted several things on Twitter. She has been absent from it during a period of illness and so I was really pleased to see her return. I hoped it indicated a start of a return to good health. One tweet grabbed my attention in particular. Mistress had tweeted about a lovely silk dressing gown that she would like. Now I do enjoy buying pretty things for my Mistress. In particular I like to buy pretty things that are personal and for her. I have been known to be slightly shallower sometimes and buy Mistress lingerie that I would like her to wear at a session, but I prefer it when the gift is less selfish. I looked at the price of the silk gown and hesitated. It was more than £100. I wondered if I should actually be saving my pennies already for the moment that Mistress takes her 2018 fee from me. But December seems such a long way off and so I threw caution to the wind and bought the gown for Mistress instead. And it made me very horny having done so. I wanted to text Mistress and ask if, as a reward, I could remove the device and provide myself an orgasm. But that would be ridiculous. I had only been wearing it for a couple of hours! And I had a session on the Saturday. And I knew that Mistress would think that I was just trying to get her to deny me with a ‘no’. It would have appeared blatantly manipulative on my part and so I just basked in the knowledge that I had made Mistress happy and went to bed feeling a lot better about myself.
    This next section will have to be rather to the point. Having a session on a Saturday does not allow much writing time before blog submission is required on a Sunday! Please excuse its brevity therefore.
    Saturday morning arrived and I sent my morning text to Mistress. At that time there was no indication of the challenges that would face me later in the day. By 10.35am I found myself naked (apart from the Bon4 weighing heavily on my privates) and kneeling on the floor of the HOD dungeon. Mistress had come down stairs and was stood in front of me. There were no stockings and suspenders or soft lacy bras today. Instead I looked up to find Mistresses firm shapely body shimmering in black shiny latex; she had fishnet tights on leading down those slim legs to black high heeled shoes. She looked magnificent! She looked down on me briefly before walking behind me and tying my slave collar in place. ‘Step into the cage’ was her instruction. I did as I was told and Mistress locked the cage door shut before making me place my hands through the bars and strapping and padlocked a leather bondage mitt onto each of them. She linked them together and walked away confident in the knowledge that there was no escape for me now. I was left in silence. The arousal that I had felt when Mistress was with me eventually evaporated and I was left alone with my thoughts for a while.
    A little while later Mistress returned and gathered up the phone, key safe and the Uberkinky device that I normally wear long term. She stood behind the whipping bench and pushed it to the middle of the room. This didn’t bode well at all. Mistress didn’t say a word but just went back into the lounge shutting the door behind her. It was at this point that I started to fret a little! Mistress has been very kind during what has been a difficult time for me and has allowed me free access to the fetish internet. During much of this time I have not actually been that interested in it, but just occasionally it proved a welcome relief to be able to trawl through Twitter and all sorts of fun internet sites. Now though I was beginning to worry about what Mistress would find on my phone. Thinking about it as I write this I realise that there wouldn’t be any surprises for her. For instance if she looked at the hash tags most often searched against in Twitter she would have found:
    #TPE (that I only recently discovered stands for Total Power Exchange)
    #Blackmail
    #Chastity
    #Teamviewer
    #Mixedwrestling
    No surprises to be had there then!
    The other thing that worried me (and made me very hot at the same time) was the fact that I suddenly realised that I had a ‘notes’ page on my phone onto which I had written all of my vanilla social media and email passwords. I thought it would be useful whilst I was abroad. I imagined Mistress copying them to her own files in order to increase her leverage even further. It sent a shiver of fear down my spine that she could post on my social media sites if I stepped out of line. But in my TPE world it also made me as horny as hell. The silence was unnerving.
    A few more minutes went by before Mistress came into the dungeon again. She stood in front of the cage and for the first time touched my naked body. Briefly she ran her fingers up and down my chest. She smiled as she gently tweaked my nipples, looked me in the eyes and said ‘today Taquin I am probably going to make you cry’. – And do you know what? I really didn’t mind. It was such a powerful & dominating thing for her to say. I thought about protesting or asking for mercy but my heart wouldn’t have been in it. I need Mistress to stimulate my emotions. She makes me feel alive.
    Mistress left the dungeon once more and I found that all vanilla thoughts had left my mind. Instead I realised my situation for what it truly was. I was held captive by a beautiful, powerful woman who could do whatever she wanted to me. I had no control of the situation whatsoever. Mistresses property was fighting with its cage and dribbling more than it had done for a long time.
    A few minutes later Mistress returned, and I knew that the session was about to start. She told me that today was going to be my first ever ‘punishment session’. Now I have to say that at that point I did think to myself that I had had punishment sessions before. Sitting here uncomfortably on a sore bum writing this at 5am on a Sunday morning I can confirm that what I had in the past was a ‘mild telling off’. Yesterday was indeed my first ever (with Miss Deelight or anyone else for that matter) ‘punishment session’. Mistress explained to me precisely what was about to happen and how she was going to help me get through it. She also explained that if I did successfully cope with it she would remove my chastity device and provide me with an orgasm. That was one thing that I desperately needed at that point!
    Mistress released me from the cage and directed me to the space under the stairs where many of the tools of her trade are stored. I was to choose two implements and Mistress would choose 4 more. (She had explained to me that my punishment session would consist of 12 strokes each from 6 different implements). I reasoned in my mind that I should choose implements that were short and provided her with less leverage. I therefore chose the short wooden paddle with the ‘batman’ motif on it and a short-handled implement with multiple soft rubber strands. Mistress on the other hand took the opposite approach and chose long implements with plenty of leverage. I was later to discover the difference between big, wide bodied bats that ‘pounded’ my backside with weight and force and the thin but light cane that stung like nothing had ever before.
    Moments later I found myself strapped to the bench with Mistress telling me all about breathing through the pain, the chemicals that would be released through my body and how she was going to help me through the next 45 minutes to an hour of punishment. Mistress explained that she would prepare me and warm me up with a hand spanking before commencing the punishment. And so she did. And it was at this point that I started yelping! I did think to myself that if this was the warm up I was in deep trouble. I was right. After the ‘warm up’ Mistress started on the first implement. It was my rubber stranded whip and as short as it was Mistress still managed to get enough purchase on it for it to hurt like hell. After each stroke I was to state how many strokes of that set I had had and to thank Mistress. And so I did. And this is how the session progressed. Each set of strokes getting progressively harder (or maybe my bum was getting progressively more sore) and with me counting and thanking Mistress for what she was doing to me. Several times Mistress demanded that I repeat my slave mantra to her. This made it even more difficult to remember which stroke of a set we were on, but I maintained focus. And all the way through Mistress coached me on coping techniques; she encouraged me and supported me and she used her hands to sooth away the pain between sets. After the third device and therefore 36 strokes I thanked Mistress for looking after me. That’s how it felt. She was doing something to me that was in my own best interest but caring for me and helping me get through it.
    After the fourth implement my body started to shake and I felt a warm flush spread through me. Mistress told me that I had entered Sub Space as she went to work with number 5 (a large wide bat). I am still not sure if it was sub space or shock! It all finished with, what is for me the most fearful implement of all, the cane.
    And then it was over. Mistress released me from the bench and allowed me to sit up. I was shaking and dizzy. Mistress allowed me to come to my senses whilst congratulating me for what I had achieved. I felt triumphant in my success but decidedly shaky as I made my way upstairs for my reward. Mistress told me to sit on the side of the bed and fed me sweet chewy sweets until I had properly regained my senses. Once she knew I was ready she made me lie down, secured my wrists to the bed head, removed the device and provided me with a lovely orgasm. I showered, dressed and went back downstairs. Mistress told me to put my uberkinky device on and secured it shut with a padlock before providing me with a much-needed sweet cup of tea and allowed me to chat with her for a few minutes to allow me to come down from the whole experience.
    I feel I have rather rushed through the telling of the tale. But I need to spend just a little while explaining how I felt after the session and now as I write this. As always this helps me to reconcile my experiences and emotions.
    After the session I got back into my car drove a little way and then parked to eat a sandwich, bought on my way to the HOD, and to check to see what had been posted on Twitter. I saw the Tweet from Mistress posted when I was already caged in the HOD. It said…
    ‘I’m in the mood for punishment but I doubt slave Taquin is. He hates it. Who cares? Not me!’
    Despite the fact that I had been allowed a lovely orgasm only a few minutes earlier I felt things coming back to life in the chastity cage.
    And so this is how I feel about what happened yesterday. I still don’t like pain. I might have reached ‘sub space’ but I didn’t feel any euphoria in that moment. I will forever be a wimp! It was however a wonderful session. There were many things that I loved about it. I loved the fact that Mistress was so assertive. She wasn’t at all aggressive. She was just strict and matter of fact and so totally in control. I loved the fact that she sent me away from the session locked. I loved the fact that Mistress did what she wanted to do. (It is important to me that she gets some pleasure from my submission to her). I think most of all I loved the fact that Mistress continues to make her own decisions about what is right for me. Yesterday proved to me that I need a Mistress who is just as capable of providing me ‘softer pleasures’ as she is to make me do things or to endure things that I would, given a choice, put on my hard limits list. In doing so she ensures that I never feel safe and that I properly understand who is really in control. It will therefore go down as one of my best sessions ever.
    I can confirm that after the session I did feel relaxed and happy. Mistress was very kind and more than once sent me texts to ensure that I had not ‘come down with a bump’. My vanilla worries had been pushed to the back of my mind and had thankfully been replaced by thoughts of a Mistress who controls and cares for me. Sitting here this morning I know that my Mistress owns me.

     


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Mental Discomfort

    This journal doesn’t need much of an introduction as my slave has written all that needs to be said.  I will just add that I enjoyed making my pet squirm!


    I was pretty nervous when I sent last week’s blog to Mistress. This was because I feared that I might have annoyed her with my revelations about feeling vanilla and a comment I had made about my session during that week. My blog was as always honest in its content and so I waited anxiously for Mistress to reply. I was therefore very relieved to hear from her how much she had enjoyed the blog and to be told that I was now back where I belonged (under her control in chastity).

    Mistress had been quite stern with me the night before. At times like that I sit at home feeling very vulnerable. It reminds me that Mistress has the ability to make my life so uncomfortable (or worse) in so many different ways and with that fear comes the realisation that I am completely at her mercy. As always this had put me back into my ‘slave space’ and had left me as horny as hell.

    Later on the Sunday morning I had logged into the Facebook group that Mistress has established for her regular slaves. She had posted a picture of herself that was titled ‘Feeling Powerful’. Mistress was stood in front of a full length mirror. She was in high heels, wearing a short skirt that left the top of her stockings and suspenders in plain sight, a tightly fitting black corset and a stunning red satin top buttoned just low enough to draw the eye. And my eyes were ‘drawn’ to admire the picture on many occasions that day. But it was none of the elements that I have mentioned so far that kept making me open up the picture ‘just one more time’. No, the thing that made me keep coming back for more was Mistresses expression. Mistress looked oh so dominant. Her expression was strict, stern and almost cold in its intensity. Her eyes bored into my very soul! Sometimes I feel that I need a warm and caring Mistress. But last Sunday I fantasised about a Mistress who would rule me with a rod of iron and who would crush any thoughts of a life without her.

    And as so often happens when I feel this way I sat down and wrote Mistress an email that I later regretted. There were two parts to it. The first was a thank you for the Facebook picture and the second was a fantasy, that won’t be repeated here (or anywhere else for that matter)! It was most certainly submissive but I ‘overstepped the mark’ in its content. In my defence it was the product of how desperate Mistress makes me feel. The response from Mistress confirmed my fears. It was ‘thank you for your largely preposterous ramblings’. Oh dear!

    I therefore spent the next two days grovelling. I suspect that Mistress was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort as she didn’t make life any easier for me. It wasn’t until Tuesday evening that I finally received the text from Mistress that I had been hoping for. It contained the words ‘you are forgiven’. This was not the first time (and I fear that it won’t be the last!) that I had said or done something that I shouldn’t have. Normally it is in the heat of a moment and ‘more heart than head’. Mistress is always so much more ‘grown up’ about it than I am. She always ensures that I know what I have done wrong, she will punish me appropriately for the situation (often just knowing that I have angered her or overstepped a mark is sufficient to make me feel terrible for what I have done) and then she will let me know, once I have served my penance, that we are going to put it behind us. And she does. If the cause of her displeasure is ever mentioned again it will only be in moments of good humour and not as some awful recollection that is brought up over and over again to undermine a long term relationship. (Ah – I have just thought of one other time when it might be mentioned again. It will inevitably end up on Mistresses ever growing list of Taquins misdemeanours! Hopefully Mistress will lose the USB stick or whatever it is held on before she decides to ‘discuss it’ with me at the HOD).


  • Sissy Pocohontas – Distance Control Journal – Broken

    Not all of my pets can withstand my unrelenting control and high standards, as Sissy Pocohontas found out.  I was in two minds about posting this blog of hers but I am an honest person and I command honesty from all my slaves too, so with that in mind I am going to go right ahead and let you all read about what happens when my pet’s can’t cope.  Sissy Pocohontas is taking a break right now, will she return?  Well she doesn’t have much choice ;) *evil laugh*


    An interesting week that has had highs and lows, but mainly lows.

    Sunday I didn’t do my full morning routine and Mistress called me on it. This resulted in a painful punishment involving clothes pegs. I genuinely don’t get off on pain at all so this was a lesson learned.

    Monday, having still not cum since Thursday I was instructed to lock up Mistresses property. That first day and night with things locked away was hard going. Constantly aware of my situation and erections blocked by the tight confinement of the metal device that was locked in place.

    Tuesday was the hardest of days, waking up with Mistresses property caged and tight because of what normally occurs in the mornings made things a little uncomfortable. The day was tough, really aware of how desperate I was for a release and the device with its firm hold around what no longer belongs to me.

    Wednesday was easier. Although a long session with the hush really drove me pretty crazy and had me acting like a little whore and sucking on a realistic cock dildo.

    On Thursday I had to do some driving and getting in and out the car a bit too quickly caused things to jar a little and there was some discomfort. This led to Mistress telling me to remove the device and check things were OK. There were some red sore spots where the device had rubbed which is normal apparently.

    Saturday Mistress really went to town with teasing and denying. She would text the word SLUT and I had to edge using the wand vibrator and suck my fingers like a cock hungry sissy. By the end of the day I was begging for it to stop. I ended up having to decide between a painful ruined blocked orgasm or no orgasm. I really hate the pain and so opted to not cum at all. I was not in the best of moods and the added frustrations made me speak out of turn. I didn’t sleep well, I was pissed off to be honest and trying to go to sleep with no device locked on after that much teasing and denial… was tough. I know I lay there for over 2 hours listening to some crappy talk show on the radio.

    Sunday…. Crock of shit of a day anyway, I hate the lack of any plans on a Sunday and family stuff just gets sprung on me. But finally at 8:30pm Mistress and I were both available to chat. She asked where my blog was. To be honest… I knew it should have been done in the morning but I was in an “oh fuckit” kind of mood. I don’t usually get them, or at least haven’t had for a while. Perhaps I am just not coping with things too well right now and I am 99% sure I am getting hit by a bug that’s doing the rounds. The sore throat and running a temperature are probably clear signs.

    Mistress told me what my punishment for not getting the blog done is and needless to say it involves pain. Part of doesn’t care. I feel pretty down and despondent right now. I’ve told Mistress this as best I can.

    I was reminded yesterday about having to take the lows with the highs and just knowing Mistress knows best. I am doing a real crappy job of accepting that right now and am questioning whether this is even something I am mentally strong enough to cope with.

    I was hoping writing this might help me figure things out. It has a bit. I am going to get some rest and see how things look tomorrow. Right now this is the longest I’ve gone without cumming apart from when I was in hospital, but then I wasn’t teased and edged a lot! I should be desperate to relieve things, even enough to do the painful ruined thing but this evening it’s like I’m not even a bit horny. Maybe Mistress has broken my bits ;-)


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal and Session Write up

    On Sunday Mistress had let me know that she had enjoyed my blog submitted earlier in the day. She also took the opportunity to ask how I was getting on with the projects that I was working on for her. She seemed particularly pleased when I told her that the cock and ball torture device might be completed in time for me to deliver it to her when I saw her at the HOD later that same week. It came as no surprise to me to hear that I was to christen it!

    I worked on the projects for Mistress right up to the morning of my session. It was a slightly unnerving build up to it. There was the occasional thinly veiled threat of torment and pain however most of my communications from Mistress were relaxed and good-natured. Some even had smiley faces and concluded with an x! Don’t get me wrong, I really like to be in Mistresses good books and to have fear free communications, but I did find it a little unusual. This had been on my mind as I drove to the HOD on the morning of the session. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was being lulled into a false sense of security.

    I arrived outside the HOD and sent a text to Mistress to let her know. She responded by giving me my instructions for when I entered at the prearranged time. I was to go into the dungeon, place on the floor the things that I had bought for Mistress, strip and kneel head bowed facing the fireplace. It concluded with the chilling words: ‘Make sure I can access the whipping bench’. There it was then. Mistress had been so nice to me in the build up to the session just to put me off my guard but now I was going to be punished. Whilst I do pride myself on being the best Slave I can be I do know that if Mistress wanted to punish me that she would be able to come up with plenty of pretty good reasons to do so.

    ‘What will be will be’ I thought and entered the front door of the HOD dead on 11am. Having locked it behind me and carried out Mistresses instructions I called and told her that I was ready. Mistress was in the lounge waiting for this moment. I heard her stand and start to walk my way. She entered the dungeon and stood behind me. My head was bowed and so all that I was able to make out was the wonderful realisation that she must be wearing stockings as I caught a glimpse of her foot to my right hand side. I heard her steps as she walked to the whipping bench behind me and I heard the sound of chain and what sounded like the cuffs being prepared. Mistress then walked to the whip stand and removed an implement from it. This was not good! She walked behind me once more and undid the knot of my collar that has ‘Taquin’ engraved on its plaque, and took it off over my head. She replaced it with a heavy leather collar that was secured it at the back. Mistress then reached around to the front of my neck and attached a heavy chain dog lead. For the first time Mistress stood in front of me, legs slightly apart, and I looked up at her smiling face. I do confess that it took a little while for my gaze to make it all the way to her face as it had so much to take in on its way!

    Mistress tugged on the heavy chain lead and I followed her on hands and knees to the whipping bench. I waited for the inevitable instruction to climb up onto the bench, but instead Mistress turned around to face me before lifting herself up onto it. She positioned herself sitting on the bench with one foot on each of the leg supports, providing a slave eye view of her perfect crotch clad in black lace panties. ‘Put your hands behind your back’ she said. I did as instructed and took in the wonderful sight in front of me as I kneeled in submission to my Mistress. Black stockings, suspenders, panties and bra, all of which contrasting wonderfully with her pale soft skin. Occasionally I would look up into Mistresses face to be met with just the hint of a smile. I don’t think that I had spoken until this point but I just had to tell her how wonderful I thought that she looked. ‘Did I tell you that you could speak slave?’ I said sorry and shut up again. We stayed like that for some time. Mistress looking down on me with a satisfied look on her face and me feeling progressively more submissive and horny. I knew that Mistresses property was trying to escape its cage and was dribbling uncontrollably on the floor. Mistress noticed also. I think it was about now that I started to shake just a little. Mistress waited a few moments longer and then lifted the riding crop selected earlier and started to run its tip gently up the inside of one of my thighs. I shuddered in involuntary appreciation. Over the next 30 minutes or so Mistress reduced me to a quivering wreck by slowly and expertly running the crop over almost every part of my body. There is a spot just at the base of her property, which Mistress knows that if she applies slow steady pressure, will make me buckle in two with pleasure. Mistress pushed the tip of her crop into the spot and grabbed the chain attached to my collar and pulled upwards. I groaned as I found myself unable to buckle in the intensity of the moment. Mistress pulled me closer into her and placed her legs on my shoulders. She squeezed her thighs firmly around my head. My face was just centimetres away from her crotch as she took her fingers and ran them gently and provocatively across her stocking tops and panties. I wanted so desperately to move my head just a little bit further forwards and bury myself in the softness in front of me. I knew that just a hint of that would result in instant and severe punishment and resisted the temptation. I whimpered in total desperation as Mistress moved her perfectly manicured fingers slowly over her body leading my eyes to places that I still feel that a gentleman’s eyes shouldn’t linger. I looked up once again into the face of my Mistress. Knowing exactly what a mess she had made of me she looked back down with more than a hint of satisfaction in her voice and said ‘you are so weak’. And Mistress was right. I am totally feeble in her presence. And it is ok. It is how she makes me feel. At that moment I was in bits! Sometimes it feels that Mistress can release my mind from all of its normal constraints, fears and worries and in that moment of freedom I can just let go. This was such a moment. I was close to tears and it really didn’t matter.

    Mistress released her grip on my head and put her feet back onto the leg supports of the whipping bench and then lent forwards until her breasts were a hairs breadth away from my face. So close in fact that I could feel the warmth and smell the delicate scent of her body. Again I just wanted to lean in that little bit further, but still resisted the temptation. Mistress took the riding crop once again and ran it over every sensitive spot of my body. This time she spent time teasing my nipples before moving the crop once again to the spot at the base of her property. As she pressed against it and drove me crazy she said ‘Do you know something Taquin?’ I whispered ‘no Mistress’. ‘I do believe that you have a clitty!’ ‘I have had you locked in chastity for so long now that you have developed a love button’. Mistress sounded so very pleased with herself. Next she started to turn herself away from me in order that I should be left to admire her wonderful bottom. In the process of turning however her stiletto heels etched a couple of lines into my torso. I obviously failed to stifle my discomfort and Mistress looked back at me to see what the problem was. She looked at the scratches and quite rightly declared that they were nothing. Mistress looked me in the eyes and with a slightly mocking tone said ‘but you do still love me don’t you slave’. I answered ‘Yes Mistress’. And in my way I do. Maybe it is more of an infatuation. But whatever it is the answer is ‘Yes Mistress’!

    Finally Mistress stood up from where she was seated and told me to carry the massage bench into the lounge. Once the bench was erected I was instructed to lie on it and put my wrists out in front of me. Mistress picked up a pair of wooden manacles that she had made me make for her. She locked my wrists in them and then secured them up to my leather neck collar. Once Mistress was happy that I was inescapably secured she picked up the cock and ball torture device that I had made and presented to her at the beginning of the session. It is a board that opens in the middle to allow the slaves bits to be pushed through it and sit exposed above the board. A cord is then used to lace down the slaves cock to the board in order to allow Mistress to do whatever she chooses. And that is precisely what Mistress did.  I found myself trapped in the device which she had bolted shut around my balls and Mistress had laced her property down to the board. I feared what my fate might be but was delighted when I saw Mistress pick up the large vibrator. And so Mistress went to work on her property. And it inevitably grew in its appreciation. And the cords holding it felt tighter and tighter. And after only a few minutes of wonderful edging Taquin yet again left it too long before warning Mistress that he was about to cum! What a stupid slave. I felt things rushing towards a climax and cried out. Mistress stopped what she was doing immediately. My eyes were shut as I felt things building and building. I concentrated as hard as I possibly could just hoping that I would be able to stop, what had a couple of moments earlier felt so inevitable. And then there it was, a single, weak pump of Mistresses property and I feared the worst. I opened my eyes and asked Mistress if I had actually cum. I really didn’t know. Mistress looked at her property and said that I had gone too far and then in an act of great kindness applied the vibrator again and said ‘I had better finish you now’. And she did. She had gone back to work on it soon enough for it to almost instantly explode into a wonderful full-blown orgasm. With Mistresses property laced securely to the board the orgasm was constricted by its bindings. The result however was one of great pleasure and an orgasm that seemed to go on forever as my body tried to expel the cum that had built up over the previous weeks. It went on for so long that I felt the muscles in my back begin to spasm. Luckily my ankles weren’t secured and so I was able to lift my knees to alleviate it. And still I came.

    Mistress allowed me to calm down for a few minutes before declaring that she wanted to see if I was able to orgasm for a second time. To cut a long story short, I wasn’t. I did enjoy the time spent in trying however. It is not every day that a beautiful young lady dressed only in sexy black lingerie has me tied to a massage bench whilst using her hands and a vibrator to give me pleasure! What a lucky slave I was.

    Eventually Mistress decided that I was a lost cause and released me from the bench. Mistress told me that she was going to allow her property freedom from the chastity device for a couple of days to allow it to recover from the rigours of her attention. She presented me with the key safe reset to a new code and an open padlock to be applied when I next locked up. Once showered and dressed we spent a few minutes looking at a gift that I had made for her. I then mended a drawer in the HOD kitchen before saying my ‘goodbyes’ and going on my way.

    By the time I left the HOD I had already ‘come down’ from what had been a wonderful session. (I think the process had started as soon as I had completed my orgasm). I hadn’t come down in a bad way. It was an unusual experience for me. I just felt supremely relaxed. It was a lovely feeling. I knew that I had a few hours to kill in advance of a meeting later that day and so I found a nice cafe overlooking a harbour and started to write this blog. 2 hours, and several cups of coffee, later I was only part way through it when I closed the PC and left for my meeting. I was happy.

    The next few days continued in a very similar vein. Normally I would have a good night’s sleep following a session and then pretty soon afterwards I would start feeling needy again. If not in chastity I would find myself almost begging Mistress to lock me up again. But I didn’t feel any of this. I certainly wasn’t ‘down’ about it at all. I just got on with life whilst exchanging a few vanilla texts with Mistress. Things came to a head when on Saturday morning I awoke to the realisation that I had had a very vanilla, and very sexy, dream during the night. Worse still, Mistress wasn’t the subject of said dream!

    On that Saturday morning Mistress told me that she was going to set me an edging task. I read what she said and realised that I had two problems. The first was a practical one as I knew that I would find it difficult to find enough time to devote to it but my other problem was that I really didn’t have any enthusiasm for such a task. In normal circumstances I would be desperate for such attention from Mistress but I still found myself in a remarkably relaxed vanilla state.

    I sent Mistress a text that explained my practical problems but not my mental ones. I had reasoned that maybe an edging game would help to restore my mental state to where it should be. But as the day went by I came to realise that I was still going to struggle to find the necessary time to do the task. Eventually Mistress sent me a text and asked why I had not told her that I was ready to start.

    I sent Mistress a text and explained that my day had unfortunately become too busy and also took the opportunity to confess to my mental state. I even confessed to my vanilla dream. She demanded more information and asked if there was anything in the session that had bothered me. I replied that the only things that had bothered me were my own stupidity at cumming too soon yet again and then being unable to perform for a second time. I did make a comment however that I fear might come back to haunt me. I said that the session had not had the intensity of some that I had experienced. Mistress reacted strongly to this statement!!! I don’t blame her either. As reported above Mistress had reduced me to tears of frustration whilst my body shook, kneeling as I was at her feet for almost an hour. It was extreme and intense. Sitting here as I am now trying to write this final paragraph to this blog I still don’t know why I felt the way that I did following the session. Relaxed and happy is a really good thing by the way!

    The response from Mistress was I think what I deserved (and probably needed). I was instructed to go and lock up again immediately. I did as instructed and Mistress took pleasure in the lock up picture that I sent her. She noted correctly that the process had brought her property back to life. Mistress also wanted to ensure that we agreed the date for our next session, which we subsequently did. And finally Mistress informed me that the non participation of the edging task constituted a ‘task fail’. This is not something that any slave of Miss Deelight wishes to hear.

    There were no sexy vanilla dreams for Taquin last night. Only thoughts of his Mistress and a realisation that her property was back under her exclusive control.


  • Sissy Pocohontas – Distance Control Journal – Denial

    When a slave says to me that denial isn’t their thing, I will undoubtedly take it upon myself to make it their thing, because I like pushing limits!


    Week 2 in the control of Mistress.

    This week has been full of surprises. The first came on Monday when Mistress sent me a picture of a chastity device and told me it was to be my next purchase.

    It’s worth noting at this point that I’ve never been into denial in a big way., instead finding the thrill from the control over how good (or bad) any given orgasm might be.

    And yet despite that, I find the hold and power Mistress has got over me just makes me go along with her wishes and I ordered the device without hesitation.

    Tuesday I get told I am to go on a “road trip” and when I got to a car park or lay-by I was to phone Mistress. At this point it was like shit suddenly got very real. Contact had only been by email and text message up until then.

    It wasn’t easy to get away but I managed it and when I got to a grubby lay-by I called and Mistress answered. I followed some instructions and was left with the most filthy thoughts in my head for the rest of the day.

    Later that day the chastity device arrived. However it became apparent over the next day or so that this particular device was a little too fiddly to be practical for me.

    Mistress had me look for alternatives and I ended up suggesting one that was only two parts, had great reviews but was also massively restricting. In fact once locked inside, erections are a thing of the past. But as Mistress quite rightly pointed out… Sissy’s don’t have erections, we have little clitties.

    I gave it a test wearing on Thursday and it is really quite comfortable and easy to wear (unless I get excited, then I feel a lot of extra pressure). Because of the design and it being rounded metal, there is no catching of skin or hair and it doesn’t show or bulge through clothing.

    This weekend Mistress caught me failing to apply my toe nail polish which is part of my daily routine and I was punished using clothes pegs. I honestly don’t understand why some get off on pain as it’s never been my thing and Mistress knows it!

    But I took my punishment like a good girl and I have learned a lesson.

    So at the end of just two weeks under the control of Mistress I now own a chastity device which I know at some point in the near future will be getting snapped on with a numbered lock. I also have learned how Mistress can demand proof of things at any time and so once locked there is going to be no cheating it.

    Mistress had already begun making me wait a little for releases and now she is going to have the power to prevent full erections.

    She did let me have one last man style masturbation on Thursday and told me to say goodbye to Andy! I now know that all future orgasms are going to be done like a sissy and only when Mistress decides. My little clit really has become fully her property and I have accepted it like the addicted little sissy I am becoming.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Mental Manipulation

    Due to having suffered a really nasty bout of flu, I am waaaaaaaaay behind in updating my blog with my slave’s journals so I am just going to post them in succession in order to catch up properly and for you to all have your dose of ‘I wish it was me’.


    Mistress really got to me at the start of this week. She had well and truly started the process when she had declared that there was going to be a new Facebook group for her distance control slaves. I had been instructed to set myself up with an appropriate identity and as soon as I had done so had received a ‘friends’ invitation from Mistress. I eagerly accepted the invitation and became a small part of diverse group of slaves and sissy’s. It seems quite appropriate that Mistress should have an easy way to communicate with (torment) her regular pets.

    Mistress quickly put this new medium to work by telling us on Sunday morning that she was still in her bed and posting on her Facebook page a picture of her heavenly body in Calvin Klein figure hugging night wear. It was supported by a message to ensure that we all got our blogs in to her that morning. I have to confess to feeling just a little bit smug at that point as I had already sent mine (this is not how I feel as I write this as I know that I will need to send Mistress a text in a moment begging for a little more time today!). Later that day Mistress posted a note thanking us for our blogs together with a picture of her stocking tops and beautifully proportioned bottom.

    I do wonder sometimes if Mistress has studied the art of brainwashing, manipulation and mind control. As time has gone on I have found that she has progressively taken over my fetish life and made me totally reliant on her. Not only has she blocked me from accessing the ‘external’ fetish world except for the occasional rare glimpse provided as a reward for good behaviour but Mistress has at the same time replaced the void created with her own presence. Mistress is my fetish world now. The real skill involved here is that she has groomed me to the point that I know what she is doing to me and yet I love every step of my entrapment.

    Midweek, Mistress asked me if I was still reciting my Mantra morning and night. I answered honestly that I was not. I know some might see this as either a naive and foolish confession or a desire to provoke some horrible punishment. It is neither. I subscribe to the belief that a distance control slave must always maintain 100% honesty with Mistress. Otherwise the whole thing breaks down. I had somehow got out of the habit of reciting my Mantra some weeks earlier. I told Mistress that I would ‘get back into the habit’ from that point on. And that is what I have done. The worry is that Mistress has asked the question in the first place (and then not reacted to my confession). I know that Mistress is very good at keeping records of her slaves’ achievements and misdemeanours to be referred to at some unknown point in the future.

    Today though, Mistress seemed to be in a good mood. So much so that when I found that I could access her website on my phone (the escapologist in me will always try) and told her, Mistress kindly gave me her permission to look at its content. And how I enjoyed it! I love reading the blogs. I enjoy reading the introductions that Mistress writes to my own and I shudder when I read of the torments that Mistress inflicts on others. Although I know that I would not enjoy many of those torments being inflicted on me I do find the fact that Mistress does them to others an illustration of what she could so easily inflict on me if I stepped out of line. And that understanding of the very thin line that I walk is in itself exciting.

    On Monday I discovered that I had missed a visit by Mistress to my PC. She had left two things for me on my desktop. The first was an image for me to use as my Facebook identity and the second was a set of pictures from a previous session. The session in question was the one where I was strapped to the whipping bench before Mistress had inserted a large anal hook and attached it to the ceiling above me. Mistress described it as a fun session that ‘we must do again sometime’. My instant and knee jerk response was to tell her that the fun was only on her side of the equation and that I would be happy never to repeat it! I know that my response to Mistress is totally irrelevant however. The joy of my relationship with Mistress is that I know that she will do whatever the hell she likes to me and I will either enjoy it or grin (wince!) and bear it.

    On Wednesday Mistress asked me to make her a cock and ball torture device (sorry chaps)! I am reasonably practical and there is something particularly submissive involved in making something for Mistress that will give her even more power and an opportunity to exert it. When I said yes she quickly taunted me with the idea that she would enjoy using it on me. The other benefit from my point of view was that it provided me with a legitimate reason to visit sites such as Uberkinky and Fetters to research the best approach.

    The following day Mistress asked if I was securely locked. I instantly responded with ‘yes Mistress’ to which Mistress responded equally quickly with ‘proof’? As I took the necessary picture to prove that her property was indeed still locked it grew within its prison and started to dribble with the realisation that it was being kept captive by an ever present Mistress. I thanked Mistress for keeping me secured.

    On Friday Mistress sent me a teasing picture of her hand pulling down a part of her top to expose a little of her gorgeous pale breast. This teasing did of course start to get me going, but nowhere near as much as the picture that followed. It showed the next stage where her hand had pulled her top down far enough to expose her beautiful nipple. But now the hand was ‘giving me the finger’ and Mistress had annotated the picture with ‘#unobtainable’. Oh how that image and word has got to me since then! I do of course know that she is totally, 100% out of my league and that I can never hope to be more than a friendly and subservient slave to Mistress, it doesn’t stop me from being just a little bit besotted by her. Despite (and probably because) of her cruel taunts it will never stop me from fantasising.

    That evening I found myself working late on a vanilla project for Mistress. This one involved a length of rope. I sent Mistress a progress picture to which she replied ‘oh the many uses for rope! Followed by ‘good boy’. Both of which sent me to bed in pleasant discomfort.

    It was on Saturday morning that I had got up in the early hours for a pee and taken the opportunity to check Facebook. It appeared that I had missed a ‘goodnight message’ from Mistress sent to her distance control slaves the previous evening with a picture of her in a black corset. I didn’t go back to sleep!

    There are only a few days now until I am with Mistress again for two hours of total pleasure. (This is my description not hers!) Mistress just sent me emoji’s of tears of laughter and purple devils when I used this description to her in a text. Despite this I just can’t wait….


  • OwnedbyMD – Distance Control Journal – Breaking in Gently

    OwnedbyMD is being introduced into the world of distance control in a gentler way.  He is sending me a weekly tribute and these ‘credits’ build up towards either a session, online play or for me to treat myself and my slave if I so wish.


    This is my second blog for Mistress after the second week of the year and after having decided that my commitment to her should be more substantial. Here I am on a sunday afternoon watching the rugby, wearing panties, my cock (her property) in a cage and a very tight rubber corset under my clothes. We have also swapped some texts this morning on subjects including the size of her property (I think I know what that means and it’s not what I wished it meant!!!) and whether I may be allowed to have sex in my vanilla life.

    Mistress continues to go the extra mile. I knew last Sunday that she was tired so I said I didn’t mind her not logging on to play with me. But she did and, seeing her in her underwear and listening to how she might use me in the future and instructing my orgasm …… it was an amazing moment to have been a part of.

    Mistress continues to be understanding. Mid-week for me is quite vanilla so not much interaction. However, when i got home on Friday and powered up my laptop she was immediately on Teamviewer. And I mean Immediately. Again … not much interaction but the way she just hopped on to chat is amazing.

    Yesterday she was busy and I was incredibly horny so I requested an orgasm. She was fine with this although I was told how I was to cum and with whom. Simple text this morning …. ‘how as your wank?’. Who else would ask this out of the blue?
    I genuinely think (and hope) that Mistress sees me and her other slaves as equals at times. I dont mean in a sub/domme way … I mean in a human way. We are both driven by the same thing …. us serving a supremely sexy woman who knows (and enjoys) manipulating us. Making us hornier for her all the time.

    Mistress has the control.

    I am now so incredibly horny so will have to take my mind of things. I will see how Mistress may want me to serve in the future. I will definitely fix a date for a real-time session (February some time) and how i could be of use in her professional life. Possibly by being the subject of some film clips. I think it is important for Mistress to gain benefit in using me as i know she is very tolerant of my wants and kinks.


  • Sissy Pocahontas – Distance Control Journal – Week 1

    I would like you all to offer a warm welcome to the latest contributor to my blog; my new Sissy, Pocahontas.  Pocahontas contacted me requesting a TeamViewer lockdown but got a whole lot more than she bargained for.  Like a bird a prey, I swept down upon my latest victim and whisked it up to great heights so that it feared being dropped more than being devoured.


    My first week under the control of Mistress.

    My name is Andy, well actually my name WAS Andy. I am now Sissy Pocahontas after entering into the control of Mistress.

    I have spent the last two years playing around with various so-called femdommes online but as we were approaching the new year I knew it was time to get serious and quit playing.

    I spent a lot of time researching and reading the web sites of various online Mistresses and the one that stood out as super professional and has the advantage of being in the UK was Miss Delight.

    It’s fair to say that I only thought I knew what I wanted going into this. When everything to this point hasn’t involved any real commitment you only have a rough idea of what your kinks and fetishes are. I nervously sent an email detailing what I was seeking and Mistress came back telling me that was fine.

    Stage one was to have Mistress lock down my computer. Because of the nature of my work I have access to other computers which I cannot for business security reasons let anyone have access to. I was totally up front about this with Mistress. I also cannot let her restrict my phone as that too is heavily used in my line of work.

    But my personal laptop, which is the one I use for recreational stuff… that’s different.

    Mistress got to work locking it down and making a sissy computer. I can now only play video games suitable for the fairer sex. I certainly am missing the first person shooter games, especially as it turns out games about riding stables and animals all suck. Hopefully I will be able to find some better sissy suitable games in the future.

    Through the week I’ve given Mistress feedback and thoughts which on one hand is a mistake as these will be used against me as we progress, but this has been important especially as I’ve discovered some things that I thought were a big deal for me aren’t and other things are getting unlocked as my inner sissy is being released.

    Mistress is also amazingly good at pushing buttons and making little throw-away comments that trigger things in your mind and then she grabs the feedback you and stashes it away for later use.

    One example of this was her threat of putting me on some female hormones. Something I’d not considered before but now is firmly planted in my mind. I am in no doubt that as the months go on I will be developing some bigger breasts.

    Coming into this I had not had an orgasm for getting on for 10 days, which is almost the longest I’ve ever gone. I’ve never been into denial much, my kink has always been more for the ruined orgasm. The 10 day spell had really been because I had a back problem after Christmas and pain like that tends to cripple an libido. Then because I was about to enter an arrangement with Mistress I thought it best to wait for the first time she let me release.

    The end result of this is that I have not stroked like a man this year. Mistress has kindly allowed me to cum a few times but only touching it like a girl and certainly no stroking action. This means all my orgasms have really been ruined ones.

    The best thing out of this is the discovery that just placing a vibrating wand against my little clit, even through panties is enough to get me off and it’s so much like I imagine a girls playing would be too. I just writhe about and squirm and the orgasm builds and little wet patch appears with none of the feeling of shooting a man load.

    The other thing about that is back in my man days of wanking I could rub one off and that was enough relief for a 2-3 days. Don’t get me wrong, I’d probably still go again the next day but more because I wanted to and not because I needed it.

    With this vibration only and no pressure on the clitty as it releases… I am horny again very quickly.

    Mistress had me purchase a Lovense Hush, this is a bluetooth controlled butt plug which she can control long distance. The software it comes with is a bit buggy at the moment but yesterday I was treated to a 5 hour spell with it inserted and occasional vibrations, one vibrating session lasting 17+ minutes and leaving me breathless. I also experienced some form of anal orgasm, where my butt began to clench and spasm uncontrollably. Sadly no actual cumming and since its now been a few days I am becoming increasing desperate and I suspect pliable.

    I realised that having long distance control on a week by week basis was not enough of a commitment. I felt I could pretty much reach the end of a week and walk away if I wanted to. I discussed this with Mistress and have now signed up for the next 4 weeks and will probably make top up payments every couple of weeks so I am always in a place where I would have two full weeks to go if I did want out. This makes the consensual blackmail thing far more effective and means I find myself feeling out of control.

    Having said that I also note how I am becoming totally addicted anyway and am pretty sure I am getting hooked and wouldn’t be able to walk away even if I wanted to.

    I am already finding myself choosing to do sissy things over and above the routine I have been put onto which involves painting my toenails, inserting a plug, wearing panties and female deodorant every day.

    It’s been an incredible journey so far and it’s exciting to thing this is just the start.

    Sissy Pocahontas.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – The Power of Lace

    After Slave Taquin had enjoyed a relaxing break over Christmas, I was determined to start this year off as I mean to go on… with teasingly good torture. And it doesn’t take much to tease my slave; just a carefully placed image here and there is all it takes to make him weak, begging for my attention……


    The beginning of the week started as so many others had with me submitting my blog to Mistress. It was a very long one as it included my return to a submissive state following a relaxation of control over the Christmas period. Mistress had backed me into an inescapable corner with Writeforme. And then it had told the story of the day Mistress had tied me up and left me in the back of her car whilst she enjoyed lunch with my vanilla lady friend. I knew that Mistress had a very busy Sunday ahead of her and therefore told her that I didn’t expect to hear from her that day.

    But hear from her I did. In her own special way! Mistress sent me one of the sexiest images I have ever received. It was a close up of the top of her thigh. Her skirt was hitched up just high enough to show the suspender strap running across a couple of inches of soft, pale skin with a lacy black stocking top attached to it. I should say at this point that I am not ‘a full frontal nude’ sort of chap. But a tantalising glimpse of forbidden pleasures made unreachable through a thin layer of lace can send me quickly insane. And this picture did precisely that. I told Mistress of the effect that it had on me. She replied ‘I wouldn’t have sent it on the off chance now would I’. Mistress knows quite precisely what she does to me.

    I thought about the image, and the fact that Mistress knew how to get to me so easily, for the rest of the day. By the end of it I knew that I had to see Mistress again, and soon. It was only a week since that fateful day tied up on the back seat of her car. I had enjoyed the experience immensely and indeed the orgasm that she had provided me at the end of it. But the lack of intensity and time in the company of Mistress (‘in the company of Mistress’ can mean so many things when you are at the HOD!) had just left me desperate for some one to one time with her. The tantalising glimpse of a stocking top had just pushed me over the edge.

    The following morning I sent Mistress a text and asked her if she would be able to see me for an additional session. (That would be in addition to the 12 that she has already taken the money for to cover 2017). She said she was unsure if she would be able to do it but would get back to me. I resisted the huge temptation to chase for a response. That was until 8.30pm when I couldn’t take it any longer. Mistress replied that she had been so busy over the previous few days that she was exhausted. Even a power house Mistress needs a rest occasionally. We agreed that my additional session would just have to wait.

    Later in the day Mistress set me a task. Her text read as follows: ‘Your task is to write a poem about “the soft delicate pale thigh flesh at the stocking top”. I will accept a story too. The length is only limited by your imagination.’

    Mistress knows that I get so carried away by tasks like this. I decided that a story was called for and started to consider possible plots. But I really struggled. I wanted to come up with something that would be interesting and maybe unpredictable for Mistress. But I found myself constantly returning to familiar ground. I found myself with two options. Either a story based around a TeamViewer encounter or alternatively one based around a woman avenging a wrong perpetrated on her friend through restraint, torture and sodomy! I started to write a TeamViewer story, but it was so dry and predictable, and so I started on the Avenging Angel story. Although it was probably equally predictable it did at least allow me to build in some edge and intensity. I found it uncomfortably easy to write. It’s creation followed a personally predictable course for me. I wrote about stuff that fulfilled many of my fantasies about the natural dominance and power of women but in doing so I knew that I was describing things that I would hate to have done to me. That didn’t stop me from dribbling like mad as each line flowed into the next.
    It was on Thursday that I realised that I might have another opportunity to visit the HOD and therefore suggested a date later in the month. Mistress very kindly agreed to seeing me and I found myself booked in for a ‘13th’ session in 2017, and we weren’t even half way through January yet. The thought of spending 2 hours with (at the mercy of) Mistress excited me greatly. So much so that I could think of little else during a busy day in London.

    Mistress ensured that she stayed very much front of mind by asking me what my current level of access to kink was. I replied honestly (I know that any attempt to lie would end up badly for me) and told Mistress what sites I could and couldn’t access. And then I sent Mistress the story that I had written. Later in the day Mistress asked me if I had enjoyed writing it, to which I had to answer, yes.

    On Friday Mistress told me to set myself up on an app called Circle Pay and to make a test payment on it. I did as instructed and told Mistress that I was ready. 5 minutes later I received a picture of Mistress holding a chastity device and a set of keys together with a request for £5. I accepted the request and £5 was sent to Mistress. It was that easy. Another easy way to submit to my Mistress had been established. I was in deeper still! A couple of minutes later I received a notification from Circle Pay that £5 had been paid to my account by Mistress together with a nice text from Mistress thanking me for helping her to set it up. It will, I am sure, provide a useful and discrete way to pay Mistress in the future.

    It was later that same day when working in my workshop that I turned around and noticed that the screen on my PC had gone black. I walked towards it and then noticed that the blue camera light was on. Mistress had logged in through TeamViewer, disabled my keyboard, black screened me and was watching! I smiled feebly as the surge of adrenaline knotted my stomach. I waited to see if anything was going to happen. I didn’t even know if Mistress was at her computer screen at the other end. She might just as easily have turned on the camera and gone to make herself a cup of coffee. It really is most unnerving. After a couple of moments I decided to point the PC towards where I was working and get on with my jobs. It wasn’t long though before I heard Mistresses voice coming from the PC speaker. I rushed over to it, nervous that my Wife might walk into the workshop at that moment, and plugged in the headphones. This transfers all sound to them, and I put them into my ears. (I do also have a pair of Bluetooth headphones that I sometimes link to the PC for such occasions, but this takes a couple of minutes and I need keyboard access to be able to do it). Mistress started to talk to me and I felt myself begin to melt into the moment. She sounded upbeat and mischievous as she informed me that I was to listen to a song. The next thing I knew I was listening to The Pussycat Dolls rendition of ‘Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me’. I just nodded like a besotted fool. Mistress then unlocked my screen and opened up the Notes screen and I enjoyed a few minutes of light hearted banter. It ended with Mistress calling me ‘Bitch’ as I had to go in to cook the family dinner. I headed back inside dribbling gently.

    And then yesterday I received an instruction to set myself up on Facebook as Taquin. I did as instructed and received an invitation to become friends with Mistress. It seems that she wants a way of communicating with (Tormenting!) her ever growing band of lucky pets. I accepted her invitation and by the time I went to bed had been rewarded with her first post. It was of two pictures of her. They were both stunning, but it was the second one that stayed in my mind, and kept me awake, for much of last night. In it Mistress is sat wearing a tight black latex dress stretched beautifully over her lovely curves looking down at her adoring slave. Oh so powerful!


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Kidnapped and Ignored!

    Early in December I enlisted the help of Slave Taquin’s vanilla friend to help me to act out one of his fantasies that he’d envisioned months ago at a time when I had led him to believe, through very skilful mind fuckery, that I was going to interrupt his regular dinner date with his female vanilla friend and confidant. I asked her to arrange to have dinner with him on the first Wednesday in January, knowing that my slave would more than likely want to book a session with me on that date, so she had to get in there first!  I resolved that my pet would then book a session the week following their dinner date which of course would be a pretend booking on my part!  His friend and I, plotted and schemed.  Everything went perfectly to plan, which of course it would because I am an evil genius!


    Having sent my morning text to Mistress and having submitted my blog I went about my day as I normally do on a Sunday. Normal for me is to try to get on with stuff whilst constantly watching my phone hoping to hear from Miss Deelight. And despite the fact that it is a Sunday I nearly always do hear from her within an hour or two. Today was New Years day and so I feared that it might take a bit longer than normal, but I was wrong. After about an hour I received a nice text from Mistress telling me how much she had enjoyed my blog and a little of her New Year’s celebrations the night before. I felt great.

    I had work to do that day and so a little later on I headed out to the workshop and tried to concentrate on the task in hand. I opened up the PC to check e mails (and to see if by some miracle Mistress had allowed me fetish access) only to find my PC screen not working. I could tell that it was functioning from the sound of the fan but could see nothing. I thought it might be installing an update and so I plugged in my phone to the USB cable and walked away. When I looked at it next I could see that the action of plugging my phone in had brought the screen to life showing the ITunes page. I went to open up e mails but my cursor wouldn’t move. I tried the keys but to no avail. And then the cursor moved on its own accord, and for the first time I noticed the TeamViewer label was showing on the bottom right hand corner of the screen. Mistress was on my PC and doing something. The screen went black again and I could see and do nothing. Mistresses’ property started to dribble. I sent her a text, which she ignored. I stood and waited for something to happen. It is very nerve-racking to know that Mistress is on your PC without being able to see what she is doing. Was there anything on there that shouldn’t be there? Had I accessed or saved something without permission? After a couple of minutes the screen came back on and I could see that Mistress had released my computer and had gone. But what had she done? Sometimes Mistress will leave a video of her time on my PC, but not today. I went to the folder within file explorer that shows recently accessed files, but could not see that anything had been accessed. I looked at my internet browsing history and had slight palpitations’ at the fact that I hadn’t deleted it for some time and it does show a certain ‘pattern of behaviour’ on my part. But then I reasoned that Mistress gets a full weekly report of my attempts to browse fun sites and so there wouldn’t be any surprises for her there. I couldn’t see anything that she had done in the time that she had locked me out. But then I saw an icon on the desktop that I didn’t recognise. I clicked on it and discovered that Mistress had very kindly sent me a JOI video. I played it and got very hot under the collar watching and listening as Mistress guided me through every step of teasing and torment culminating in the instruction to wank hard and fast to climax. But of course there was no chance for me to actually do that as I was firmly locked in the chastity device. I knew this for what it was, a torturous tease. I watched the video once more, and then just listened to Mistresses words through my Bluetooth headphones whilst trying to work. It was then that I made a mistake. I have to confess that, whilst I certainly felt horny I had not actually been feeling submissive to Mistress for some time. Most of our contact over the festive period had been vanilla and I think I had forgotten my place. My next text to Mistress was a good example of this. I was feeling mischievous and rather feisty. I sent Mistress a text that thanked her for sending me a wonderful JOI video and inquiring if I should lock her property up again now. The inference was of course that I had interpreted her gift of the video as an instruction to release myself and provide myself with an orgasm. Her response was a very rapid ‘you better be kidding!’ followed swiftly by ‘are you begging for a punishment?’ (at which point I started to panic. No I didn’t want to be punished! Oh no what had I done!!!? I was only joking, EEEK! ) and then it was followed by ‘you still have a writing task to complete. There will be punishment incurred for every day that it goes unfinished’. This was really bad news. Mistress was referring to the writing test that she had set me the previous week and that I had failed to complete. I had failed to complete it because I estimated that I would need to find about 4 hours of uninterrupted PC time to have a chance of completing it. I could not envisage any time in the next week where I would be able to find such an opportunity (unless I got up in the middle of the night to do it). Now Mistress was telling me that I was going to be punished for every day that passed without its completion. If Mistress tells me that I will be punished I know that she is serious. Mistress had done it. On the very first day following her Christmas break she had reduced me to a quivering wreck. Mistress had me trapped. She had reminded me of the ultimate power that she holds over me. There really is no way out for me. And it made me feel ridiculously horny. I cannot truly describe how I felt at that moment. Mistress had made my submission real once again and she had me just where she wanted me. I sent Mistress a text and asked her if she would be kind enough to do something to make the lines task more manageable. I received no response and went to bed that night feeling the most submissive that I had in a long time.

    It was at 4.30am the following morning that I was awoken by Mistresses property trying to break out of its stainless steel cage. I lay for a moment thinking of the corner that Mistress had backed me into. I got up, made myself a cup of coffee and opened the laptop. I reckoned that I had at least two hours until the rest of the household got up. I had to try to complete my task. I clicked on Writeforme, found the task that Mistress had set me and started to type. Initially it didn’t appear that Mistress had changed any of the parameters of the task. It was only after writing 3 lines successfully that I noticed the progress bar had moved further that I had expected. Hurrah! It looked as if Mistress had reduced the number of lines required. A moment later and the screen went black and I found myself reading the instruction to stroke myself whilst the instruction was on the screen. I started to do so, fearing that I would lose all concentration as I had on my previous attempt. But then the message disappeared again, and so I got on with the task. I was on a real mission to complete it. I was totally focussed by the threat of punishment. But in a good way. I felt controlled and enslaved. I typed and typed and before I knew it the progress bar was nearly at the end. A couple more lines and I had finished. On my screen came a nice message from Mistress congratulating me on my achievement. There was also a report informing me that I had finished the task in just 30 minutes and 10 seconds. Next appeared a box for me to complete and to send a message to Mistress. I took the opportunity to thank Mistress for setting me the task and giving me the opportunity to complete it. I pressed send and my message disappeared and a new message appeared on my screen. It said ‘As a reward for good performance, if you completed this task in less than 30 minutes you are allowed to provide yourself an orgasm’. What! I went back and checked my finishing time. 30 minutes and 10 seconds. How unfair was that. One less mistake or one fewer pause for a sip of coffee and it would have been so different. I locked up, sent Mistress a picture and shared with her a little of my anguish. She revelled in it of course.

    Something else happened on Monday that was rather strange. I received a text from my vanilla lady friend concerning our lunch appointment for that Wednesday. In it she told me that she was going to meet me there, that I should book a table for 1pm and that we might only get the opportunity for a light lunch. Now I know her very well (and I also know that she and Mistress communicate from time to time). Her text was strange because:

    a) she had not taken up the opportunity of the lift I had offered her that would have allowed her to have a glass of wine.
    b) we would normally meet at 12 in order to have maximum gossip time.
    c) why a light lunch?

    I also noted that the venue that she had chosen was quite convenient for anyone coming from the direction where Mistress lived. My mind raced with the possibilities. I thought back to when I had first asked Mistresses permission to meet with my friend for lunch. She had told me that she had sessions that day at the HOD and therefore that I would be able to enjoy a relaxed lunch without interference (unlike my last one!). And I also know how easy I am to mind fuck. I wouldn’t put it past either of the ladies concerned just to give a hint of something knowing that it would send me into a spin. Even if there was nothing planned at all. I really didn’t know how to respond to my friends’ text. It seemed that my best option was to say nothing. I agreed to book the table and meet her there and left it at that. But the text had lodged in my mind. I read it again and again looking for clues. I wanted to start a dialogue about it but knew that I would find absolutely nothing out that I wasn’t meant to know. And maybe I would just make a total fool of myself because it was a totally innocent text with good reason for each of the oddities. Whether intentional or not the mind fuck had worked. I got on with my day pretty sure that something was going on (or was I? I had been here before and nothing had happened. Mind fuck, mind fuck, mind fuck!).

    On Tuesday things changed. My vanilla friend sent me a text saying that her plans for the day had changed and that she would like to take me up on my offer of a lift after all. A small change but in my paranoid state I thought maybe the possible, maybe, could be, plans had now been cancelled. I replied that I would happily pick her up and enquired if she wanted to meet at an earlier time. But no, she wanted to maintain a 1pm start. I didn’t know what to make of this.

    I awoke on Wednesday morning and sent Mistress my usual text. I told her my plans for the day which of course included a reference to my lunch with my vanilla friend. She asked me to pass on her kind regards and went on to describe her own plans for the day which involved helping someone clear out a flat. Mistress had previously told me that she would be at the HOD that day. But that was sometime before Christmas. I reasoned that plans (and session appointments) change all the time. The fact that she had now been asked to help clear out a flat sounded perfectly plausible. I concluded that whatever had been planned for today (if there was anything at all) had now been cancelled or postponed because Mistress was helping others elsewhere. I was 99% convinced of that.
    The whole of the section above is a perfect example of what it is like to be a distance control slave of Miss Deelight. I live my life unsure of what is hidden in the shadows or what comes next. I know that Mistress is capable of anything. A simple and often innocent text has the ability to snowball in my mind to a point when I start questioning everything. I set off to pick up my friend that morning having finally concluded that something had been planned but it had had to be called off due to a change of plans for Mistress. And that I would probably never know the truth.

    I picked up my friend and we chatted about all sorts of vanilla stuff all the way to the pub. Only once did I think of the fantasies that had been conjured up in my mind a couple of days earlier. (It was the one where my vanilla friend instructs me to stop in a lay-by on the way only to discover Mistress waiting for me to throw me in the back of the car and tie me up and take me away.) But it was a fleeting thought as we drove along. After 30 minutes or so we reached the pub and I pulled into the car park. We were still chatting as we drove in and my friend pointed to a spot towards the back of the car park. The car park was actually pretty busy but there were a couple of vacant spaces closer but I did as I was instructed and parked behind a large blue pick-up. We each started to get out of the car as another drove in quickly alongside us. Out of instinct I looked across to see the driver looking at me, menacingly. It was Mistress!!! I could see my friend looking really pleased with herself as I walked around the back of my car to do whatever I thought I was going to do at that point. I think that I was going to say ‘Hello Mistress, I thought you were clearing out a flat today’. But before I could say anything Mistress said ‘do not say a word, go around to the other side of the car’ She was looking smart, dressed as she was in her cream trench coat, powerful, and determined. She met me on the other side of the car, opened the rear door, said ‘get in’ and slammed the door shut behind me. I had just a moment to think ‘this can’t be happening; I am in a busy pub car park shut in the back of my Mistresses car with my vanilla friend just feet away’. (I am not sure where she actually was at that point. I think she had probably headed for the pub to find a nice table for Mistress and herself to enjoy their lunch). Mistress had by this time walked back around the car and got in to the rear seat alongside me. ‘Give me your phone and your car keys’ I did as instructed ‘Now give me your hands’ she said as she pulled a roll of black gaffer tape out from a bag. She taped my 4 fingers together on each hand before taping the thumbs securely to them. Next she taped my wrists together. They were quite tightly bound but still allowed plenty of room for decent blood flow. I sensed I was going to be like this for some time. Next I was instructed to swing my legs up onto mistresses’ lap in order that they too could also be bound with gaffer tape. Finally Mistress took one more piece of tape and stuck it over my mouth. Whilst all of this was happening I could see Mistress was enjoying herself, she had a wicked and gleeful glint in her eye. Mistress appeared happy with her work and got out of the car. As she did so she told me that this was my January session (the one that was in my diary for a week’s time was never actually ever going to take place) ‘Now lie down on the seat’ she said before covering me in a blanket. I heard her opening the windows a crack, like I was some dog about to be left in the car for a moment whilst its owner popped into the shops, before locking the car and walking away. The next thing I heard was the sound of my own car being opened and then a couple of moments later being shut again. This was quickly followed by the sound of the locks clicking open on the car that I was in and the back door being opened once again. ‘OK slave I have your credit cards but I would like cash, where is it?’ I mumbled through my gaffer tape gag that I had some in my back pocket. In actual fact I had about £80 in my pocket. I felt Mistresses hand reach in and take it all. ‘That should keep us going for the day’ followed by ‘if the car alarm goes off it should stop after a little while’. She locked the car and I heard her footsteps walking away across the car park.
    And so there I was. Bound by my Mistress lying on the back seat of her car, hidden from the world by a blanket, whilst my Mistress and my vanilla lady friend introduced themselves to each other over a lunch being paid for by me. It was that thought that had the most impact on me for the hour and a quarter that I lay there. I knew that they had communicated by text previously but had always thought that they would probably get on well if they ever met. The idea that they should somehow share in my submission always excited me and so I dribbled away happily knowing that they had proved an awesome team. I did think briefly about the options for escape. But only very briefly! I thought through the options but quickly realised that my situation was hopeless. And most of it was due to my fear of humiliation and exposure. I suspected that I could wriggle free from the gaffer tape that bound me. But I knew that the movement sensing car alarm would go off before I had fully completed the task. The last thing I could possibly cope with was being spotted by passers-by whilst escaping my bonds in the back of a car. What if they called the police on my behalf?! And would I be able to unlock the car from the inside? I thought so but wasn’t certain. And even if I did manage to get out of the car what was I going to do? Was I going to walk into the crowded pub and ask Mistress for my car keys and credit cards? Because she sure as hell wasn’t going to give them to me! No, I was hopelessly trapped. I just lay there and wondered what those two wonderful women were talking about. I suspected that there would be a great deal of laughter at my expense. Was I enjoying my situation? Of course I was. But it was tempered by my fear of discovery and humiliation. I didn’t dare move a muscle for fear of setting off the car alarm. I heard every sound as people walked by. One chap stood by the car for several minutes trying to make himself heard on his mobile phone which was obviously struggling to find a signal. I found myself laughing out loud as he said ‘This phone is shit’ followed by ‘ I said that this phone is SHIT’ followed immediately by ‘I SAID THIS PHONE IS FUCKING SHIT’ at the top of his voice. I heard him storm off in a huff.

    After what seemed an age I heard the car locks click and the rear door was opened. I heard the voice of my Mistress say ‘are you still alive slave’ in a mocking tone. ‘Yes Mistress’ was my response. I felt her reach in under the blanket and tear the gaffer tape securing my ankles. ‘Sit up slave’ I did as I was told. Mistress got into the car with me and shut the door behind her. She seemed happy and upbeat as she told me what a nice lunch she had had at my expense. Whilst doing so she untied my wrists and then reached into her bag and took out some gloves, some lotion and a pair of scissors. Oh joy! ‘Pull your trousers and pants down slave’. Eagerly I did as I was told. Mistress cut the coded plastic lock and told me to remove the device. My shaking hands did as instructed. Mistress applied the lube and took hold of her property and went to work. But just as she did so I spotted a workman just the other side of car park fence. I could see him quite clearly but he certainly hadn’t seen us. Not yet anyway! Mistresses’ property ran for the hills. I didn’t say anything and tried to ignore the fact that he was there. Mistress realised something was wrong and so I explained. Mistress said ‘shut your eyes, don’t worry about him. I will make sure that no one sees us’. I really liked that. Mistress was in total control. She was making sure I was safe whilst allowing me to enjoy the moment. She is so nice to me sometimes. And so I shut my eyes and relaxed into the moment. Mistress worked her magic with her hands whilst telling me how much she and my vanilla friend had enjoyed talking about me, and many other things, whilst I was bound in the back of her car. I came quickly, and long and hard. Oh it felt so good.
    After a moment to recover Mistress said ‘come on then, there is a drink waiting for you inside’. I cleaned up, got dressed and walked with Mistress across the car park. We chatted about how much we had both enjoyed today’s session. Walking into the pub was a very strange experience indeed. Mistress walked in front of me and I followed meekly behind. Several men looked across and in my paranoid state I was sure that they knew what had been going on. In reality they must have been enjoying the sight of a gorgeous young woman walking through the bar. They probably hadn’t even noticed the old chap walking behind her. We continued through to the dining area to where my vanilla friend was sat with a huge grin across her face. There was a cup of coffee waiting for me on the table. And so I sat at a table with my Mistress and vanilla lady friend and we chatted. Well they chatted in a relaxed way whilst I tried to join in the conversation whilst feeling totally overawed by the whole situation. After 20 minutes of conversation we all realised that time had flown and that we needed to be on our way. Mistress told me that my friend had my things and said her goodbyes. My friend handed me my car key, credit cards and the change from their lunch. They had not been too extravagant! My friend and I got back into my car and started the journey back to her house. We laughed about what had just happened and in particular when we both realised that we had been thinking exactly the same thing. It was this….
    If someone had said to us 5 years ago that we would one day find ourselves driving back from a pub where I had been tied up and left in the back of a car by a Mistress who had then sat down to enjoy a lunch with my friend, then we would have said that they were out of their tiny little minds!

    Life has changed for me in such a big way, but I do really like the fact that some of my fun is also being enjoyed by my lady friend (although I know that her enjoyment is very different to my own). It makes it so special. I also like the fact that my friend and Mistress obviously enjoyed each other’s company as much as they did.

    And if you have read every word of this blog then thank you for your perseverance. I know it was rather long but the experiences that Mistress has given me this week have been worth every word.
    Thank you to my wonderful Mistress and thank you to my wonderful friend. You are each, in your own different ways, such an important and special part of my life.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Festively Fucked

    I don’t have much to say about the following journal entry other than I always take notes and I always remember, even when you think you are safe and that I have forgotten! *Evil Laugh*


    The period between Christmas and New Year started quietly enough, and rightly so. It provides such a rare opportunity to spend ‘quality’ time with friends and family. I had done as instructed and provided my previous week’s blog to Mistress on the Monday (Boxing Day) and then at midday I had locked up her property once again and provided the photographic proof. Following the great pleasure of 4 orgasms over the previous 2 days I felt satisfied and not in the slightest bit horny. It therefore felt something of an unnecessary action to lock up her property, but I knew that I was just doing what I had been told. And that in itself gave me reassurance and pleasure. It feels so right and almost comforting to have Mistress controlling my sexual world. She understands it so much better than I do! I know I am in safe hands.

    It wasn’t long before I realised that the joys of Twitter and the internet had been taken from me. My phone and PC had been locked down once again and my fetish vision had been obscured. This is when it started to get quite difficult for me. I did wonder if I should include this in my blog as I fear that some might see it as me whingeing or bleating. It is not. Mistress deserves a holiday from needy slaves like me and I am delighted that she takes the few opportunities available to her to do so. It is just that I miss her terribly when she does. It is how it should be of course. If I didn’t miss her attentions then something would be wrong. I had been ok in the run up to Christmas. Mistress had kindly allowed me to entertain myself with Twitter and her website whilst she undertook her preparations’ for the festive period. And then over Christmas itself she had allowed me free access to her property, Joy! But once Christmas was over and I was locked up again (but now without any stimulation and only very vanilla contact with Mistress) I went into the doldrums. I didn’t tell Mistress this. Why would I? I didn’t want her to change anything. It is just an inevitable part of being a long-term slave. I knew that the only thing to do was to wait. And so I did.

    It was on Saturday when things changed. I received a text from Mistress informing me that she had sent me an email. The text was signed ‘Mistress’. This was all that it took for my balls to swell in the chastity device ring and my mind to start racing. Mistress can use words so easily to turn me on or off in an instant. I have no defences any more.

    I looked at my e mails and discovered that Mistress had sent me a writeforme task. It is something that always gets me going. Today more so than ever before. I clicked on the task and an instruction appeared on my screen. It was an instruction from Mistress. I was to remove my device before I started, leave it off for the duration of the task and then lock myself up once I had completed it. I was puzzled but did as instructed. As soon as it was removed Mistresses property grew in anticipation. I read the ‘line’ to be typed. It summed up how I felt perfectly. Mistress knew precisely what I had been going through! The line finished with the best news of all. Mistress was back. It read:

    ‘I have missed my Mistress, Miss Deelight so dearly but I know that she hasn’t gone away and now she is back to toy with me.’

    I knew that I had a bit more than an hour available to complete the task and thought that would be plenty of time, as long as I concentrated hard. But I also knew that, once you start typing there is no going back. If you stop typing for any length of time you are penalised for it and made to write extra lines. I dived in and managed the first couple of lines without any problem. I made an error in the 3rd line and was immediately sent back to do it again. I was half way through the 3rd line again when the screen went black and a message came up that instructed me to stroke myself slowly for the time that it stayed on my screen, but that I wasn’t to cum. And this is where it all started to go terribly wrong. I was already dribbling away before being told to stroke myself. As soon as I did as instructed my mind turned to mush. The message disappeared from my screen and I stopped stroking and resumed typing. And made a mistake, and got kicked back to the beginning of that line again, and made another mistake and another….. I just got my composure back and completed another 3 lines when the stroking instruction appeared again. I did as instructed, with the same result. I persevered and persevered but progress was painfully slow. After about an hour I had completed approximately 40 lines, and the progress bar didn’t appear to have got up to 25% yet. I tried and tried but the awful truth was dawning on me. There was absolutely no way that I could spend a further 3 or 4 hours on the task. I realised I was going to fail. There was no escaping the reality of this or the fact that Mistress would know. I knew that she would receive a full report of my performance from the writeforme site. And all of this just made me more and more horny and less and less able to type without errors. I crumbled and walked away from the machine. Was I really going to send Mistress a text telling her that I had failed the task? I have never, in over two years, failed a task set by Mistress. I returned to my PC to find my worst fears realised. The progress bar had gone backwards. I was now on only 10% completion. I had it. I sent my text to Mistress and apologised profusely for my failure, and awaited the response. There was none. I locked up Mistresses property once again and sent her the required picture. And still no response from her. Oh dear!

    Later that evening Mistress wished me a very Happy New year, but with no mention of the task failure. This unnerved me greatly. I replied and wished her all the best for 2017 and didn’t mention it either. I suspect it won’t go unmentioned for long.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Christmas Splendour

    Even though my slave made a request to be allowed some fetish freedom over Christmas, I had already decided in advance that I was going to grant my Teamviewer slaves such a privilege. I granted full access to all the joys of porn, twitter and my website… just for a few days.


    So this is Christmas and what have you done?

    It is indeed almost Christmas and I am feeling its magic as I begin this. Inevitably it has been a quiet week as everyone, Mistress included, turns their attentions to the most important things in life; friends and family. But despite this Mistress has managed to find time for me and her other faithful slaves.

    I suspected that the magic of Christmas hadn’t quite arrived in the Miss Deelight household at the beginning of the week and so I did the only thing possible to try to cheer her up a bit. I sent her a picture of an unfortunately proportioned carrot just dug up from the garden. As far as I am concerned there is nothing quite as effective as a rude vegetable to bring a smile to a ladies lips. (This explains why I have never been more successful with the opposite sex I am sure)! Mistress kindly humoured me in her response and gave me a ‘LOL’.

    Soon after the carrot episode I found myself suggesting to her that if she had any remaining tension or frustration that she should take it out on one of her lucky slaves at the HOD that day. She responded by telling me that she never sees me volunteering for such a sacrificial role. As everyone knows I genuinely hate pain. I am such a coward. But at that moment I had two overwhelming emotions ruling my responses. Firstly I really did want to do something to make Mistress happy and secondly I was desperate for attention. I didn’t tell Mistress that. I am sure that I didn’t need to. Mistress had blocked me from any online fetish fun more than a week earlier and had only really communicated with me on a vanilla level for some time also. These two emotions combined to make me fantasize about being strapped down at the HOD, gagged and totally unable to resist whilst Mistress took pleasure in venting her frustrations on me. I find the idea of forced and enforced submission to be a real turn on. But it results in me fantasising about being forced to endure things that I know I would hate in reality. In the end I thought better about sharing too much of these conflicting thoughts with Mistress.

    Instead I asked her a question about her own motivations where pain and submission were concerned. This is something that fascinates me. I don’t have it in me to physically hurt someone and therefore I have little comprehension of why it should give Mistress the pleasure that it obviously does on occasion. I find it particularly confusing as I also know her to be caring and compassionate. This was the response that she gave me….

    ‘I enjoy the submission and the slave’s ability to endure and progress under my expert guidance’.

    I tried to consider this in my own context and came to the conclusion that Mistress has many other slaves far better suited to this. Mistress has made me submit to her in so many ways. In particular I feel the need for my submission to be choreographed by Mistress. It has to be active, not passive. It wouldn’t feel right just to stand at the HOD to receive a punishment. Mistress will always restrain me first. It wouldn’t feel right to just tell Mistress that I had put on the Chastity device. Mistress will always demand photographic proof. It wouldn’t feel right to be asked by Mistress where I was if it was not for the fact that I know that I can never lie. Mistress can so easily check my location by accessing my phone. But however I get there; submitting to Mistress just feels right. But I do not consider myself very good at ‘enduring’ pain. I thanked Mistress for her response and left it at that.

    On Thursday I was getting into the Christmas spirit and thought that I should make a tongue in cheek suggestion to Mistress. I told her that I had an idea, with only her best interests in mind of course. I suggested that she would find things easier if she didn’t have to put up with me wittering on at her over the Christmas period. I suggested that she should release me from the device and reinstate my internet access so that I could remind myself of what life would be like without her control in my life. She just laughed at my ridiculous suggestion and got on with her day.

    On Friday I was surprised to find that Twitter worked on my phone. This didn’t seem right. I next checked Mistresses’ web site, and that opened up as well. Now that really was strange. I wondered if there was some glitch in the control software that Mistress uses to dominate my online existence. I didn’t look at any of the content of either site and sent Mistress a text asking if the access was deliberate on her part. After 15 minutes of waiting for a response a thought came to my mind. I wondered if the controls on my PC had been released. This involves a different sort of software and so I thought it would answer my question for me. I booted up my PC to find all controls had been removed. Happy days!!! I sent Mistress a quick text of thanks and dived into several weeks of fetish internet backlog. What fun!

    And then on Saturday (Christmas Eve) came the real surprise. Mistress provided me the code to allow me to access my chastity lock key. She told me that I had free access to stroke and cum as often as I like until locking myself up again at Midday on Boxing Day. Wow, Wow, Wow!!!! This dear reader has never, ever, happened before. Having been feasting on the wonders of the internet for the previous day I thought that I should rush off immediately and take advantage of my new-found freedom. But I stopped myself. I asked myself the question ‘what would Mistress do to make this mind-blowing?’ I can never hope to make it feel as good as when Mistress does it to me but I did know that she wouldn’t rush into it. She would taunt and she would tease. She would take the time to drive me nuts. She would wait until I was ready to scream in frustration before finally, if I was very lucky, bring me to a thundering orgasm. I decided that I would spend the rest of the day doing everything that I could to make the most of this wonderful early Christmas present from my Mistress. I wasn’t going to have that precious orgasm until bed time that night. That was until I read Mistresses introduction to my blog that described the day that she took the money from my bank account for another 12 months of devotion and servitude. I read the words that she had written that so clearly described the power she holds over me, and crumbled. I rushed inside, locked myself in the bathroom and within 5 minutes had enjoyed my first orgasm! Oh it was so good. I did indeed have a more leisurely orgasm that night and slept like baby.

    Christmas Day was all about family and festivities. But at 9pm I realised that my opportunities to make the most of my freedom were quickly ebbing away. I knew that I would be driving for most of the following morning and that I was required to lock up again at Midday. Tonight was my last proper opportunity. It was then that an idea struck me. To cut a long story short my age and my health has taken its toll on the degree of vigour that Mistresses property is capable of. I had with the permission of Mistress invested in Viagra some months earlier, but had never had the opportunity before now to try it. (I am of course normally constrained by a device). I decided that in that last evening of freedom I would give it a try. On any other day of the year I would have asked the permission of Mistress but I certainly wasn’t about to send her a text on Christmas evening. With some trepidation I took a pill and waited to see what happened.

    I am pleased to report that it did ‘what it said on the tin’. I didn’t get a raging hard on as I sat watching Christmas Day TV (there wasn’t any stimulation in anything that we were watching) but when the time came to go to bed and to provide myself with an orgasm I found that my erection was better and lasted for longer than it would otherwise have. The sensation was slightly different to what it would otherwise have been, and if anything, slightly less sensitive. Probably a good thing. All in all a great success! The other thing to report, sat here as I am typing this on Boxing Day morning, is that it didn’t result in a night enduring a hard on that wouldn’t go away. I had my orgasm and happily drifted off to sleep.

    And so in answer to the question posed at the beginning of this blog: What have I done? I have experienced and hugely enjoyed another year under the expert control of Miss Deelight. I am locked into another 12 months of sweet torment. I have had a fantastic Christmas for all the right reasons. Today marks the beginning of the next phase. The device will be put on. The picture will be sent to Mistress showing the coded lock and I will have returned to my rightful place.

    Thank you Mistress for making my Christmas even more wonderful than it would otherwise have been.


  • OwnedbyMD – My Not So New, Plaything

    I’ve been playing with this slave on and off for quite some time now, at least since April last year (that is when my file on him was first created anyway!).  I took over his PC using TeamViewer and he has dipped in and out of playing with me and has always had free reign and sometimes explicit instructions to play with others (I have watched him via his webcam on occasion while he does so).  But now things are stepping up a level.  My slave has not found total fulfilment in having the freedom to play at his own leisure so now he asked me to trial him as one of my owned submissive pets.  I have agreed to this and have instructed him to write an introductory journal for my blog…. Read on!


    This is my first attempt at a blog for MissDeelight and it’s difficult to know where to start. So I should come straight to the here-and-now and explain why I’m sat here, on my day off, wearing panties with my cock (her property) locked in a metal cage

    I’ve been a fan of fetish and dominance for quite a while. There’s something so horny about watching sexy women (who are unobtainable) think nothing about wearing latex and doing all sorts of kinky things to those who go and visit them. I’ve had a few real time sessions which have been great although I am increasingly turned on by the psychological aspect of domination. MD has both the physical appeal (drop dead gorgeous and mind-blowing in her pictures) and mental control that make her someone that I want to be considered as ‘hers’. As in – she owns me

    (Quick interlude – MD has just tweeted what I’m wearing right now – hasn’t helped the comfort of the cock cage!!)
    Where was I …….
    So why did I ask MD to trial me as becoming one of her submissives;
    – because she is stunning, sexy, kinky and a little deviant. Which means she gets my kinks and plays them out expertly
    – because she goes the extra mile. She doesn’t just take a tribute and play out a request, she puts her own spin on it. I cant imagine many Mistresses that would interact with a slave’s vanilla friend to add some spice, that would make a slave park her car, that would take selfies in slaves own cars whilst they’re all tied up in her dungeon, etc, etc
    – because she takes the effort to get to know here slaves. I didn’t ask for today’s task but she took the time to give it to me. I also got home from the shops to find her spying on me via my cam – something quite vulnerable about that thought
    – because she is fair and can be trusted. It scares and excites me that she has a file on me … knows my names/address and various passwords. I don’t think I can be controlled to the same extent as some of her other slaves and this is understood by her. She understands there are times when I can play (and feel very vulnerable) and times when I need to go about my vanilla life
    – because I think she enjoys (as opposed to tolerates) my kinks. I hope, one day soon, to be taken and used by her strapon. She can film it if she wants or she can just use me in private. She can also stalk me in the future so that she knows I know she has the power
    I’ll leave it at that for now. I know i can go and look at her twitter pictures or chat online but if touching her property means I just feel a metal cage …. I should save myself for when she wants me to ‘make a mess’

    Thank you thus far Mistress. Sexy and kinky. Perfect


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Full Weight Surprise with @mistressreal !

    My long term devoted slaves are so lucky to have me in their lives.  I know them inside out and I know exactly how to get to them. However, I can’t always fulfil their fantasies directly but that doesn’t mean I wont fulfil them! Many of my slaves come to me because they can’t get what they crave and desire at home.  Often it is the case that their wives and partners would be freaked out if they knew the true scale of deviance in the minds of their husbands and boyfriends. And they’d 100% be jealous and unaccepting if they discovered that said partners were visiting me.  Fortunately for my slaves, I am not a jealous Mistress! It is only right that my slaves worship and adore me because I will go that extra mile for them, which includes bringing in the assistance of my amazing Mistress friend, when there is something I am unable to provide myself.

    Slave Taquin has always been a fan of breath play and face sitting and has expressed his desire to be pushed to the limits using a combination of both activities.  I have tried and failed to do this to this slave on a number of occasions because my bottom isn’t the right shape and size to do this to the full extent and Slave Taquin’s face doesn’t fit in it snuggly enough for me to restrict his breathing. So I enlisted the help of a woman who’s ass is famous for taking the breath away from any man; Mistress R’eal.  Slave Taquin had no idea what was coming to him and when he realised what was going on… it was all too much for him to contain himself! *evil laugh*


    Sunday was blog submission day as normal. What was much more important however was that it was only 24 hours to go until my final session of the year. Mistress had been winding me up about this session like never before. I could feel her excitement at whatever it was that she had planned for me growing as each day had gone by. If she had set out to mindfuck me it was certainly working! I love my sessions at the HOD. What I really mean by that is that I love time spent with Mistress. Whatever she decides to do to me, whether that is tormenting, painful, teasing, uncomfortable or pleasurable it is wonderfully personal and intimate. It is always special. But that doesn’t prevent me from becoming very apprehensive about what might happen. This week was no different.

    The only disappointment about the day of my session was that I had been unable to go ahead with the planned wrestling session with Princess. It was a great shame as I had been looking forward to it very much. I am hoping that Mistress might allow me to try again sometime in the New Year.

    I arrived at the HOD and was told to enter the lounge. Mistress was dressed in black leggings and a very sexy black bra. Her expression and stance was powerful and commanding. Mistress told me to show her what I had in my bag. I gave her my key safe, normal chastity device (I was currently locked in the Bon4), mobile phone and a Christmas card containing a Christmas gift for Mistress. She had previously received one gift from me. It was what she had asked for. It was a DVD burner that cost just £25. I didn’t think that that was sufficient to thank her for all that she does for me and so today was an opportunity to rectify that. Mistress put all of the items to one side to deal with later and ordered me upstairs to get undressed and then to go to the bedroom.

    I removed all of my clothes and was naked with the exception of the Chastity device firmly locked around Mistresses property. Mistress entered the bedroom and I detected a sparkle in her eyes. It is a sparkle that I love to see although I never know what it means for me (the last time I had seen her so happy with anticipation was the occasion when she had led me to the whipping bench to inflict a good thrashing!). What it does say to me is that Mistress is going to enjoy herself, and that makes me happy. I was told to sit on the side of the bed. Mistress put Lady Gaga on the Bose sound dock and started to dance enticingly in front of me as she unwound the bandage material that I knew was about to be used to block my vision. Mistress wrapped the bandage around my head until only darkness existed; she buckled the leather bondage mitts on my hands and told me to lie on my back on the bed as she chained my hands down to the sides and my ankles to bottom of it. And there I lay for the next 40 minutes or so listening to Lady Gaga and hoping desperately to hear the sound of Mistress coming back up the stairs. She had called up a couple of times to make sure that I was ok before eventually I heard the sound of her footsteps approaching. She spoke briefly as she entered the room and I twitched and moaned involuntarily as she ran her fingers so gently up and down the inside of my thigh and then oh so briefly across my balls. ‘You are sensitive today slave’ was all she said. I told her that I was absolutely desperate for her touch. I detected a warmth in her voice as she left the room saying ‘ don’t worry pet I will be back shortly’. I was so excited! It seemed to me that Mistress had acknowledged my plight and was going to be kind to me today. I just wanted to melt into that moment.

    Approximately ten minutes passed before I heard the sound of Mistress coming up the stairs once more. I heard the door open and in my blindfolded darkness heard Mistress ask if I was OK. I told her that I was now that she had come into the room. I felt Mistress place one knee alongside my shoulder as she started to climb onto the bed. Her other knee skimmed my chest as she straddled me. I felt her hands press down on my legs just above my knees, and realised that she must be facing down the bed. How wonderful. She leaned forward increasing the pressure downwards on her hands as I sensed her manoeuvring her hips up over my face. And then she sat down right on top of my nose and mouth. I realised that I could not breathe. Mistress has done this to me previously, and it is a sensation I enjoy, but she has never managed to completely prevent me from breathing. I always put it down to her beautifully pert backside! But today was different. I realised that she must be wearing something different today to form a better seal. This all sounds very rational, but it wasn’t really. I was struggling for air as Mistress waited for me to attempt to wriggle free, allowed me a snatched breath, and then sat back down again. I was intensely aroused and yet increasingly confused. I knew that something was different today but in my horny oxygen starved confusion I could not work out what was happening to me. Next came one of the singularly most exciting moments in my long slave life. I felt another pair of hands take hold of, and start to remove the chastity device! And instantly I recognised the touch of Mistress Deelight. And instantly I understood what was happening. I was under the control of two gorgeous dommes and the person so completely preventing me from breathing could only be Mistress R’eal. I should say at this point that I have never had the pleasure of sessioning with Mistress R’eal previously and most certainly hadn’t expected her to be teaming up with Miss Deelight today. I just managed to say ‘hello Mistress R’eal’ and to hear her reply ‘hello slave Taquin’ before she sat back down again and as Mistress Deelight started to stimulate the end of her property. It is impossible for me to express the tidal wave of excitement that hit me at that moment. I have always fantasised about being dominated by two powerful women, particularly if it was orchestrated by Miss Deelight. I have often fantasised about the total forced submission that is the result breath control and I constantly fantasise about the wonderful touch that only Miss Deelight can provide. All of these things came together in one moment of exquisite pleasure and I felt myself almost on the edge of orgasm. Mistress R’eal lifted herself briefly and allowed me to gasp a breath and then sat back down. As time had gone on she was progressively preventing my breathing for longer and longer. There are few things more exciting than the desperate need to take a breath being met by a Mistress who will make her own decisions about when she will allow you a brief gasp. I fought for breath but was powerless to resist. Mistress R’eal pushed down still harder; she was going to take me further this time. Miss Deelight started to work on the end of her property once again. And it was all too much for me. I wanted to tell her that I was about to cum but Mistress R’eal made that impossible. I felt it build and build, but could do nothing. Mistress R’eal lifted herself off my face, I took a huge gasp of air and said that I was about to cum. Miss Deelight removed her hand and told me not to. I tried to hold on but it was too late. It started to pump, and the Mistresses laughed and laughed. I had broken the golden rule of cumming without permission and had suffered the inevitable punishment of a ruin. And yes it hurt, but today it really didn’t matter.

    Miss Deelight and Mistress R’eal chatted between themselves and decided that they were going to go downstairs for 10 minutes for a quick break and would then return again. I lay on the bed alone once again and still constrained by the cuffs and chains and still blindfolded. My head was spinning from what had just happened. I knew what had just happened but didn’t understand how or why. The presence of Mistress R’eal had come as a wonderful surprise but a total shock. Whilst my mind spun my body had relaxed. As far as it was concerned it had had the orgasm that had been building up for the last 4 weeks regardless of it being a ruin. But my mind knew that a full on orgasm provided by Miss Deelight’s wonderful hands would be a spectacular experience and so I was thrilled to hear the sound of two wonderful dommes chatting happily as they came back up the stairs. I felt once again the sensation of Mistress R’eal straddling my chest before working herself up the bed to lower herself onto my face and prevent any chance of air entering my lungs unless she chose to allow it. I also felt the wonderful sensation of Miss Deelight getting onto the bed and sitting on my thighs in order that she could go to work on her property with a vibrator. It was of course slave heaven, but whether it was my body stating that one orgasm was all that it was capable of providing within a relatively short period of time, or my mind feeling some pressure to perform, the required erection never materialised. It was a shame after all of the trouble that had been gone to on my behalf but incredibly enjoyable and so memorable nonetheless. After a few more minutes the session was over. Mistress R’eal left the room and Miss Deelight released me from the cuffs and chains, told me to sit on the side of the bed and started to unwrap the blindfold from my head. As she did so she told me that today had been her Christmas present to me and that she had split the session fee with Mistress R’eal in order to make it happen. Mistress went on to tell me something that I know to be true from my own experience of her. She told me that she is not a jealous Mistress and that she knows that she can’t always give me just what I wanted. She did have a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face as she said it. In actual fact Mistress knows that she can exceed any expectations that I might ever have but there was some truth in it as well. Her actions today were totally selfless. (And it is an approach that most men can only dream of their wives or partners practicing on their behalf’s!) Mistress has reduced me to tears before through fear and pain but never before through kindness. Today as I muttered some totally inadequate words to try to express my gratitude I did feel a little tearful. And, as if what had just happened to me wasn’t enough, Mistress revealed one further kindness to me. She told me that she was going to allow me to go home today unlocked. That evening I was to go to bed, and with the thoughts of today’s session still fresh in my mind, I was to provide myself an orgasm. I would be allowed to sleep without a device on for the first time in many months before locking myself up again the following morning.

    And so I drove home just repeating the word Wow over and over. Wow for the whole experience, Wow for the moment when I felt the hands of my Mistress removing the device whilst her friend took my breath away (quite literally) but mostly Wow for the thoughtfulness of my Mistress. What an extraordinary thing to do for her slave. I did as I was instructed at bedtime and enjoyed an orgasm with the day’s events still swirling around in my mind.

    Despite this I still found myself woken in the early hours by an erection that just refused to go away! I think Mistresses property was making the most of its freedom. Once back in my workshop that morning I carried out my final instruction from the day before and locked myself back into the chastity device with the steel padlock provided by Mistress. (She had sent me home the day before with the emergency key locked away in the code controlled key safe as normal). Mistress told me that I was a ‘good boy’ when she saw the picture proving that I was locked once again. I enjoyed the moment and then tried to get on with my days work. My phone pinged and I could see that Mistress had sent me a video via WhatsApp. I eagerly clicked on the link and waited impatiently whilst it downloaded. After a couple of minutes the video started to play. I watched enthralled as a video of yours truly appeared on my screen. There I was strapped to the bed blindfolded and oblivious to what was about to happen. A couple of moment later Mistress R’eal came into shot and climbed up onto my chest. Mistress had, unbeknown to me, filmed those wonderful first few minutes of total mindfuck of this simple slave. Mistress R’eal looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I watched it over and over again and became intensely horny. It normally takes a couple of days for such energy to return down below but not today!

    My phone pinged once again and this time it was a text from my vanilla lady friend wanting to know how my session had gone. We agreed a time to talk over the phone and later that morning we spoke. After a bit of time catching up about normal life I could tell that she could hardly contain herself any longer. ‘And so how was your special surprise?’ she asked. WTF! Did she know already? After a couple of minutes I realised that not only did she know what had happened, but more to the point she had known before it actually happened. It seems that my lovely vanilla friend and Mistress had been communicating in advance of my session. I am still not sure why this gets to me but it does. It feels like I am just being used as a plaything for the entertainment of two gorgeous, powerful women. What a lucky slave I am! She wanted to know everything. What exactly had happened, when I had realised what was going on, how it made me feel, everything. I explained as best I could and we laughed and marvelled at the ingenuity of Mistress. The one thing I didn’t say was that there was a video. As far as I am concerned if Mistress ever sends me a video it is a special gift for me alone. I knew that if I had mentioned it my vanilla friend would have wanted to see it and I would have had to explain that I could not pass it on without permission.

    And so when we finished our call I sent a text to Mistress. I explained my phone conversation with my vanilla friend and told her that I hadn’t divulged the existence of the video, but that I would like permission to send it to her. Mistress responded. ‘Lol. Oh she does! I sent it to her straight away.’ My friend had had the video all along, and not told me! I thought that this was very funny and rather hot.

    Mistress allowed me time to reflect for most of the rest of the week. We chatted quite a lot via text but on quite vanilla stuff. The thing that has come to the front of my mind this week is that it is not a contradiction for a Femdom Mistress to show kindness. Whilst some slaves might thrive on pain and suffering others like me need more of a nurturing Mistress (I too need to suffer for Mistress, but often in other ways). The risk is that I occasionally forget the fact that I am a slave and powerless in this relationship. But it doesn’t take much to remind me of my place. As I type these final words to you this week Mistress has just sent me a text to tell me that my Twitter access has been revoked. I have looked at my phone to find that Mistress has removed Twitter, safari and many other apps. Mistress has exerted her control once again.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Committed for a Year!

    A couple of weeks ago something happened that proved the ultimate act of submission by a slave, both financially and psychologically.  Slave Taquin committed to serve me on a monthly basis for the next 12 months.  “How did he do this?”, I hear you ask.  I am going to tell you.

    I know slave Taquin very well.  Readers of this blog will recall that I probably know him better than he knows himself.  I know him inside and out.  Every mark on his body and every dark pathway inside his mind. I have explored, controlled and conquered it all. I also know much about his vanilla life too.  All this information has been consensually extracted over the past couple of years and I have used this knowledge to perfectly groom my slave in every way.

    A few months ago, during a session and further through text message conversations, I told my slave that he must commit to serve me for another 12 months starting in January 2017. I told him that he must start saving his spare income and working harder to earn the money to pay for 12 months worth of sessions and distance control in one go. He knew he had no choice because of all that I have on him, and so my slave saved and saved. (Note to reader: the blackmail aspect of this scenario is totally consensual, though my slave would never dare to test it by way of defiance!)

    The ultimate act of submission took place via Teamviewer, where I logged into my slaves internet banking (whilst he had the input disabled on his pc in order that he could not stop me) and transferred a large 4 figure sum of money to my own bank account.  As soon as I finalised the transfer, my slave knew there was no going back.  Well technically there is; he can withdraw from service at any time but I don’t give refunds! lol. He won’t withdraw his service though, because he knows that I have a fantastic year of sessions planned for him! Keep reading to hear Taquin’s account of this event…


    I will concentrate this week on one momentous morning in particular. For those who follow Mistresses Twitter profile you will know already what I am talking about. It was this week that Mistress ensured that I will remain enslaved to her until January 2018. And yes I do mean 2018! Of course it has been done with my total consent. Mistress is totally responsible and professional in everything that she does. But somehow she makes me desperate to submit further and deeper as every day goes by. This week was a perfect example of this. I had known of my fate for some time. I had agreed to prepay for twelve, two and a half hour sessions. I had agreed to prepay for daily distance control, enforced chastity, PC and Phone control. I had agreed to submit to Mistresses total control of my fetish existence. I had agreed to all of this knowing that once completed there would be no know going back. But up until this week I hadn’t actually taken that final step and paid over what is a substantial amount of money.

    It was on Monday that I received a text from Mistress that told me that I was to wear my collar and to bring my butt-plug to my session the following week. But it was in that same text that Mistress informed me that she required me to commit to the next 12 month contract in advance of my session. Apparently she would allow me to watch her transfer the funds from my bank account to hers as she was going to access my PC using TeamViewer. She informed me that I would be unable to stop her doing anything that she wished as she would lock out my keyboard whilst moving the funds. The text sent me into a dithering dribbling state for 3 reasons. Firstly I was conscious that Mistress required payment (and therefore my absolute commitment to her) in advance of my next session. Was this additional leverage going to be used against me in some way? Secondly because Mistress had made it clear that I was going to be powerless to prevent her taking what was now rightfully hers. And thirdly that Mistress had finished her text by telling me that, if I was very good, I might be allowed to remove the device and stroke myself very slowly whilst she transferred the monies. I do of course understand that this is a case of classic conditioning. Mistress allows me pleasure to reinforce my good behaviour. I know this but it makes no difference at all. Mistress allows me to touch her property no more than 3 or 4 times in a year now. It is such a rare treat!

    And as if this wasn’t enough to ensure that thoughts of my submission to Mistress filled every dark corner of my mind she then sent me a gorgeous picture of herself in beautiful black lingerie. I joked with her about the possibility that I might spontaneously cum in my device. Unfortunately this is a physical impossibility as far as I am concerned. The only time that I have ever cum in a device is when Mistress forced me to do so with the use of a large vibrator at the HOD.

    Mistress has ensured my desperation this week by allowing me continued access to Twitter. She knows what it does to me when she uses it as a tool to tease me with. My desperation intensified when I asked for permission to read the blogs that Mistress was posting on her website (I could see from Twitter the titles of what she was posting). Her response was a simple, firm and slightly dismissive ‘Nope’. I am never sure if this is a win, win scenario or a lose, lose! By that I mean that I really wanted to know what Mistress had blogged. I wanted to read what she had said at the beginning of my blogs and I wanted to read those of her other slaves. But I also get so excited when Mistress exerts her authority by denying me. The net result was to leave me a desperate dribbling mess, but I still hadn’t been allowed onto her website.

    By the time I sent my Thursday morning text to Mistress she had me just where she needed me, desperate for even more attention, whatever it entailed. Following a short exchange of texts Mistress tweeted to all her followers that ‘today is the day that Slave Taquin commits financially and mentally to me for 12 long months of torment’. It was around mid morning when Mistress sent me a text to tell me that she was waiting for me. I hurried into my workshop and looked at my PC screen. Mistress had arrived! The notes page was open and the camera was on. I sat in front of it and saw the image of myself staring back at me. As normal Mistress could see me but I wasn’t allowed to see her. The cursor moved on my screen and Mistress started to type instructions on the notes page.

    ‘Ok pet, you may remove your device and start stroking yourself very slowly’. I eagerly did as instructed, put the device down and took hold of Mistresses property for the first time in many months. It responded as it should. It can never feel as good as when Mistress works her magic on it but the sensation was wonderful nonetheless. I looked back up at my screen to find my banking screen open and to see my cursor hovering between my personal vanilla accounts and my business accounts. I typed into the notes page the name of the account where I had been depositing my ‘fetish savings’ over the previous 12 months. It also contained my savings for the tax man and so when Mistress told me that she was about to empty all of its contents with the exception of £200 I told her that would cause me a big problem! It was an illustration of the power she held over me at that moment. Of course I knew that she was just winding me up. Mistress can make me do whatever she wants. She doesn’t need to abuse her position. And apart from that Mistress plays the ‘long game’. She knows that she can keep me as her slave for whatever time she chooses. She would never abuse that position for a ‘quick buck’.

    ‘here we go slave, your commitment starts now…… stroke for me nice and slow while I take my dues’. I tried to type something into notes as a response but found myself frozen out from my PC. This was it!!!
    I just watched and stroked as Mistress moved the cursor quickly and expertly around my screen. I could do nothing now but stroke and watch as Mistress took what was now rightfully hers. I watched as she opened my account, located the payments option, selected her account, entered the amount, hovered briefly over the submit button (teasing me with the finality of it all) and clicked. It was done. My account balance was significantly reduced and I was fucked! OMG!
    It was at this moment that I realised that I had been slowly stroking the whole time, and I was so close to orgasm. Without releasing my precious grip I used the other hand and sent Mistress a text. ‘Please may I cum Mistress?’ in that moment it seemed like a reasonable request. It would have been the most expensive orgasm in my life! Mistress opened up notes again on my screen and typed ‘Nope’. ‘Wait until your boner to go down and then put the Bon4 on’. ‘I want you to feel the full weight of your commitment to me’. ‘and send me a photo as proof’.
    And so within a few minutes I had locked myself up and sent the picture, showing the number of the coded lock, to Mistress. I was trapped once again. Mistress then took the time to put me firmly in my place. She started gently by telling me how proud she was of me. I glowed with satisfaction. And concluded with ‘It gives you so much pleasure because I am the only woman who truly knows you and who truly knows how to expertly use that knowledge to manipulate and control you’. This last point is the ultimate truth. I have told Mistress so much and she has extracted so much from me. This knowledge provides her with the foundation that she needs. But the most important thing is that Mistress has empathy. She understands me and how to control me with my own weaknesses.
    I thanked Mistress for being willing to take me on for another year. I told her how much I was looking forward (desperate!) to seeing her the following week at the HOD. She concluded by telling me that she also ‘looked forward to it in so many ways, and for so many reasons’ – what did Mistress mean by this??!! – and then signed off with ‘happy head fuck’.
    And that is how my week has concluded. I have a session next week. Mistress has gone out of her way to tell me that it is ‘a big day’ for me. She is obviously relishing the prospect of whatever she has planned and I am trembling in terrifying nerve jangling anticipation!