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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Under Surveillance

    When I say, “Jump!” My pets say, “How high?”  When I say, “Install security cameras in your home so I can watch your every move”, my pets say, “Yes Mistress”.

    Why?  Because I am their Goddess and they dare not displease me.


     

    Under surveillance.

    I thought I would share my thoughts and feelings about the new tools that Mistress now has in her arsenal, namely a security webcam in my workspace/man cave.
    This came about as always by Mistress planting a small seed in my brain and then letting me cultivate that said seed until I have purchased a security webcam and given Mistress uninterruptible access to it.

    It has now been in action for around 3 weeks and because it is a security camera you have no idea if it’s being monitored or not. Although messages like “you will get fat” as I was sitting there eating an ice cream might give it away. Or a picture or video sent via WhatsApp just to make you realize you really are that fat. What makes my mind whir the most is there may or may not have been many more times I have been watched and I have known nothing about it. This is the scenario that gets my juices flowing because I think deep down I am a bit of an exhibitionist. Earlier in the year, I was having a session with Mistress and once I was firmly tied to a chair Mistress announced that someone was visiting. Mistress paused for long enough for my mind to race as to whom that might be, until finally telling me it was another slave that was coming to present something. Now of course if Mistress didn’t know me well then this would not have happened but the actual feeling of someone you have never met seeing you in such a position turned me on immensely. This now applies to the security camera. I doubt Mistress will show it to anyone else but if she does it will be someone she trusts and she will also know that in turn, it will make me very aroused if she ever tells me.

    In addition to the above a few days later I was sat at my pc when the TeamViewer box appeared on my screen and with that the screen went black, when this happens I just walk away. However, about 5 minutes later I got an unexpected phone call from Mistress. Whatever she had been doing my antivirus software had overridden TeamViewer and shut down her access. Mistress informed me to cancel the antivirus scan and leave her to it. I did as instructed and a while later I had access returned to me. Mistress was on my pc for quite some time but I had been through everything I have access to (having lost admin rights a long time ago) and I cannot find anything new installed. This may be paranoia but I now think Mistress is watching my every move when I am at my pc. The antivirus was blocking a malware program and when I ran a scan after Mistress had finished there was nothing there. No sign of anything in the installed programs. I accept I am not that techie but I can usually root things out. What I did find was a list of allowed .exe files in my antivirus program. I go and try to block these but find Mistress has now placed a password on it and has in effect taken over my antivirus software. I have had this software for years and it has worked very well but I had no idea you could password protect it. As always Mistress being the Tech Goddess that she is found it very quickly.

    Fast forward a couple of weeks and after Mistress had returned from her first holiday I receive a message asking me if I enjoyed my ‘Spag bol?’ I reply a little lost and receive a reply that makes me jump slightly. A video from the security cam (recorded whilst Mistress was away) of me eating a Chinese takeaway with a mate. Since then Mistress has sent me random pictures of me and even sent me a message a couple of days ago to disagree with a conversation I was having. However, the winner so far was a picture Mistress sent me of what I was looking at on my pc at that moment. It appears she now has real time access of what I am doing on my pc at any time. Mistress has informed me that she has installed spyware on my pc and is using me as a Guinea pig to learn all about it. She also told me that if my antivirus wasn’t so sensitive she would have never shown her hand.

    Mistress also caught me completely by surprise whilst being on her second holiday. I have been conversing daily with Slave Taquin whilst Mistress has been on both holidays. We have been giving each other a bit of support and help with the neediness that comes about when you miss the contact with Mistress. Unfortunately, Taquin was suffering quite badly one day and I was writing a very understanding email in return and sharing some tips about how I deal with my neediness without bothering Mistress. Once I had finished and sent the email there was another email in the conversation just below the one I had just sent. This email was not written in a very understanding way and it was telling Taquin how I had been talking with Mistress, how he was going to be in Mistress’s bad books and that I was fine because I had been looking after him. I looked at the email and had a massive flap because I couldn’t for a moment work out how this had been sent. This was explained when I picked up my phone to discover Mistress had accessed my phone and sent the email as me to Tarquin. Worse still I got a reply about 10 minutes later from Taquin asking why I would send such an email and then send an understanding one a bit later. During this time, I received a text from Mistress to say she had a few moments and decided to terrorize her pets. This was duly achieved and I also reported that Tarquin was very confused about the emails. What I didn’t know at that time was that Tarquin’s reply was also from Mistress and she was playing us against each other. I didn’t know this until a few hours later when Tarquin (I think) emailed me to say Mistress had locked him out of his email account on his phone and he didn’t know what had happened until he could get to his laptop. I also learned that Mistress had read our entire email conversation. This was made very apparent to me when Mistress very kindly sent me a smoking JOI clip with her teasing the viewer. She sent this because my email to Taquin told of how I watch one of Mistress’s clips when I feel needy but never a JOI clip unless I’m feeling masochistic. I also wrote in an email of how much Twitter access I had on my phone (my only Twitter access. I have not been permitted any Twitter access on my pc for a few months) on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday (Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday have been a whole minute for a few weeks. This has now changed to roughly about a minute every day, although I have now found a way around it and will have to confess this. Probably right after Mistress has read this!

    What I have learned from all this is I like being watched. Opening yourself up warts and all to someone is scary but also very arousing. It is a very love hate relationship but sometimes I completely forget about the camera and that gives Mistress complete unedited access to me.


  • 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!



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


  • 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 – 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 – 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 – 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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