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    Due to my worsening health, and the demands of my life in general, I have decided to take a real and indefinite step back from the adult service provider industry. However, I am not quite making a full exit; due to my many archives, I will possibly have someone to continue to maintain my Adultwork.com profile, my clips4sale site, and my onlyfans site. But I haven’t decided on this for sure yet.  So if they disappear you know that I have gone for good.

    Any others will be closed and discontinued. I will no longer be seeing slaves for sessions, conducting phone chats or generally communicating with slaves at all. This is a decision that has taken me a long time to reach, however, I believe the time has now come for me to pursue my creative passions, and allow myself quality time with my family since they have come second to Miss Deelight’s slaves for far too long.

    As well as that, I must commit to my mental health recovery (boy oh boy is that going to be a lot of work haha), as it has transpired that depression and low self-esteem was merely a symptom of some more serious issues from the long distant past that have been left undealt with.

    By the way, in the hope that this might actually help someone out there who is wondering what the hell is wrong with them, and I know there will be, I will openly share the physiological symptoms I started experiencing:

    I first started losing my energy, then I developed a brain fog which clouded my memory, blocked my creativity and reduced my vocabulary to a point where I could not remember the simplest of words and worse still I couldn’t remember important information like my friends’ spouses or kids names! At it’s worst I pretty much lost the ability to form a sentence without it taking forever to find the words. Eventually, my energy levels depleted to the point where I couldn’t get out of bed on many days. I was cancelling sessions all the time. Because of the brain fog, there would be days where I couldn’t even figure out how to get dressed. I felt unexplained pain all over my body which made doing simple tasks, like showering and getting dressed, incredibly difficult and on some days, impossible. I lost interest in EVERYTHING and I simply could not find any positives in life at all, even though they were all around me.

    Then it got worse still as I began comparing myself to others in the industry. While I was losing my mind and gaining weight, everyone else seemed to be so effortlessly flaunting themselves with skill, earning all that lovely money that I once earned. (Yep, that part destroyed my self-confidence). I was convinced that I had a brain tumour (LOL), which is what prompted me to visit the doctor and thus begin this long journey of recovery.

    In more recent times it has transpired that there some dominant ladies out there who have been experiencing mental health issues of their own, and their honesty at the time was both admirable and incredibly inspiring and helpful, in my opinion. Especially since I had been on the rather brutal receiving end of judgement from those who simply didn’t understand the suffering I felt. As I begin to flourish once more, I am likely to devote a little time to the crusade against the stigma of mental illness. I guess this post is already forming the start of that process.

    To any other ladies or gents, working in the industry who may be finding themselves beginning to struggle with its demands, or feel they are losing their confidence, their spark or even (like I did) their memory! My advice would be to allow yourself a little breathing time to reassess the situation. Yes, let’s all agree that the money is incredible but having a nice (overinflated) income (and ego) can certainly come at a much larger cost than people realise. Be honest with yourself and please don’t be afraid to be honest with your clients too. Sure there will be the odd person who will advise against doing so, as they believe it shows weakness. But that is, in my opinion, utter bullshit. What your honesty will actually show is that you are human and that you are real. Most of the responses I have received over the past few months has been in favour of realism. Take NO notice of anyone who tries to tell you how to conduct your affairs or live your life. You do what you feel is best for you it’s your life! Believe me when I say that once I started listening to my heart instead of the opinions of others, I began to feel the weight lifting off my shoulders and gathered some much-needed perspective.

    Guess what? It is Okay to not be Okay!

    We are all human at the end of the day, we all have real lives and for people suffering from mental illness, all the smoke, mirrors and ‘ACTING’ mighty and powerful can add a huge amount of extra pressure. If you wake up in the morning and think, “My stomach cannot take watching another man eat his own cum today”, that is a pretty good sign in my opinion that there is much more to life than money. And there is another subject; MONEY!

    The harder you work in this industry, the more you earn, the more you earn, the greater your spending. Nice house, nice car, nice bag, nice shoes, nice bling etc. The perks are amazing too, I could click my fingers and have anything I wanted. Wonderful! Until you fall ill, and by ill, I am not just talking mental illness. There are plenty of physical illnesses that can very quickly reduce our ability to work or ‘perform’. Once illness of any kind strikes, the fear of losing all that lovely material stuff and falling into financial difficulties, is horrendous. I am not going to lie. It is the reason it has taken me so long to admit to myself that my profession is no longer right for me. And that financial crash can happen in a heartbeat, causing intolerable anxiety. But it isn’t the end of the world. Material possessions are just that, so what if you can’t have that new designer handbag for £300 because you can only just about cover the basic living costs. There is help out there. I did go to Citizens advice first but after discovering that whilst they know their stuff, I certainly did not like hearing words like IVA or Bankruptcy or Debt Relief Orders, plus the waiting list to speak to the debt team was 2-3 months, by which time I would have defaulted on payments which something I did not want to do. So, instead, I wrote to my bank and credit card companies directly. I explained my situation and am now in the process of working out a suitable repayment plan, whilst all interest, charges and fees have now been frozen indefinitely or until I am back in a greater financial position. As long as you contact them BEFORE things get out of hand and explain that you do not want to write your debts off, they are really empathic and helpful. I know that paying my dues will give me a greater sense of achievement and boost my self-confidence down the line, there is no shame in struggling because of illness. Just act as soon as you know that your finances are going to go into decline.

    Wow, I really did go into one there didn’t I? What began as a little insight into my personal life has grown into a full-on self-help guide to fucking up while working in the adult industry! LOL.

    If you are still waiting for custom clips from me, please do accept my apologies. You WILL get these, I am not intending on being dishonourable and I will contact you individually regarding this. Once I have tied up any loose ends, I will no longer be responding to emails. Your only way of reaching me will be via my onlyfans.com website.

    Thank you to everyone who has supported me during my time as Miss Deelight, and especially those who have done so during my health conditions and life changes. You will have already been contacted by me directly before I have even posted this message.

    A small percentage of my clients, I will now regard as friends. You will know who you are, you have been supportive and kind and generous. Many of the people I have met via the industry over the past 6 years have been interesting people who have really given me some experiences I will never forget.

    I have also dealt with more than my fair share of desperate wankers, time wasters and free-loaders who have almost certainly contributed to my lack of interest and low mood. I’m sure you probably do the same to plenty of other adult service providers who are working so hard to keep you guys happy. And it IS hard work. It’s bullshit that we wake up looking flawless and a million dollars. Staying in shape and maintaining physical appearance to look hot and sexy for you lot, takes up so much time. An hours session is never just an hour. Some of you guys turn up stinking of B.O. with god awful breath and cheesy stinking bell ends, while us ladies have put in hours to look stunning and beautiful and every bit, your fantasy. All of you whom this paragraph relates to, the freeloaders, time wasters and smelly cunts should be ashamed of yourselves. You have always disgusted me. THIS TOTAL HONESTY IS SO LIBERATING!!

    The nice guys, who show respect in every way they can, the ones who show their appreciation and boost the ladies they worship, you are the ones who deserve the time and attention in this two way street. And in my case, you’re part of the reason I tried to keep going. Keep it up, the industry needs you just as much as you need us ladies
    So this is pretty much goodbye. Mistress Deelight is handing over the reins to whoever the real person inside of me, is.

    Love, Respect and A Big Thank you, from me.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – When Things Don’t Go to Plan

    Sometimes things just don’t go to plan.

    I awoke in the darkness of a 6am morning to the sound of wind and rain lashing against the bedroom window. I should have realised then that this was a bad omen for today’s session. The next sound that I heard was Mistress sending me a WhatsApp telling me to purchase her a skinny sugar free vanilla latte on my way to the HOD. I got up quickly washed, dressed and made my way to my car. I had actually been staying away from home that night and made my way to my car that was parked in the accommodation’s compound. I drove up to the electric gates and placed the key fob against the sensor. I heard it click but the gates didn’t move. Shit! I tried again and the same thing happened. I started to panic. It was 7am in the morning. Mistress would soon be on her way. The car-park I was in was miles from nowhere and unattended. I sent Mistress a message and explained my plight, and received no reply. I tried my fob again and still nothing. In the end I got out of my car in the, still pouring, rain and grabbed hold of the gate and pulled. I felt it give a little. I fiddled with the hydraulics and thought that I heard something click into place. I gathered up my feeble frame to attempt an escape, I grabbed hold of the gate and within one huge effort managed to open one side of it. I sprinted back to the car, jumped in and hared through the still open gate fearing that it would close on me the whole time. I was out. Hooray. I sent Mistress a WhatsApp to give her the good news.

    I pulled into Costa Coffee and ordered the required brew, only to be told that they didn’t do sugar free. I bought what they had on offer anyway in case it was all I could get. I just had time to stop in at another coffee chain and this time managed to get the skinny sugar free vanilla latte that Mistress desired.

    Luckily, I just arrived at the HOD in time for my appointment with Mistress. It is never a good idea to keep Mistress waiting for anything! I went in dead on 8am (yes it was that early) to find Mistress looking lovely and smiling sweetly. I was sent upstairs to get un-dressed and as I did so I sighed a breath of relief. I was here, on time, with a skinny sugar free vanilla latte and about to enjoy 5 hours in the company of a gorgeous, dominant woman. What else could possibly go wrong? It didn’t take long to find out the answer…

    ‘Kneel on the mat and recite your mantra’ came Mistresses voice from the lounge. I knelt as instructed and took a breath, and froze! I could not for the life of me remember my Mantra. Yes, it was partly because of the situation I found myself in, but far worse was the truth that it exposed. I had got out of the habit of saying it both morning and night and now I was about to be found out. I started to recite a shortened and incorrect version of it over and over. I tried to do it quite quietly hoping beyond hope that Mistress didn’t notice. Mistress was in the lounge area and I could hear her doing stuff whilst I mumbled away. ‘If I get away with this the first thing I am going to do is learn it again when I get home’ I thought to myself. All of a sudden it went quiet in the lounge, Mistress was listening. I was doomed! And a moment later Mistress said ‘what the hell is that Slave? That isn’t your mantra’. I apologized profusely as she told me to do it again, but correctly this time. I failed yet again. And again, and again, and again. Mistress told me that for every 2 minutes that passed I would receive 50 whacks with her new favorite Grateful Pain paddle (I had told Mistress that I would love to try the Grateful Pain humbler one day but certainly didn’t want to experience the paddle). The effect of this added incentive is entirely predictable. My brain turned to mush and I repeatedly failed this one simple task. In the end Mistress had to tell me the first line in order for me to remember the rest. Oh dear, my day was going from bad to worse!

    Things did improve significantly a few minutes later however when Mistress told me to sit in the chair, that was placed in the middle of the room, in order that she could secure me to it. Mistress used rope to secure my chest to the back of the chair, put the leather mitts on my hands and secured them behind the back of the chair and used wooden manacles to secure my ankles. I was going nowhere, and the dribbling commenced. Next, I was totally blindfolded before being gagged. Once happy with her work I heard Mistresses footsteps as she went into the lounge and shut the door behind her. Over the next hour or two (it is so difficult to keep track of time) Mistress could be heard getting properly ready for her day before doing some custom videos for some lucky chaps. As the time progressed however I could hear Mistress becoming progressively more agitated that things weren’t going right in her day either. From the snippets I heard there were some things that Mistress needed that she couldn’t find, some she could find but that were not working or technical issues with camera’s or scripts, stockings with ladders or such like. But despite all of this Mistress would return to me frequently in order to check that I was ok, and to tease and to tantalise me in the ways that only she knows how. Once, after she had completed her custom videos and was too hot, she came back in and declared that she was now naked! Of course, I had no vision and could not be sure if this was true, that was until she briefly pressed her naked body against mine. Oh bliss! Next Mistress went and got dressed into her new white skirt and corset. She removed my blindfold and allowed me to soak in the wonderful vision in front of me.


    Gorgeous! Mistress decided that I should return to a state of helpless blindness and blindfolded me once again. I heard her rummage in a drawer behind me. I sensed her move in front of me once again and felt her gentle touch as she squeezed a nipple. At the same time I heard the jangle of a small chain, and feared the worst, nipple clamps! Mistress has used them several times before to control and torment me. There have been times where in hindsight that I have been pleased she has done so. But I fear the pain. Today was no different. I tensed waiting for the inevitable jolt of pain as each was applied, but instead I felt Mistress gently apply one and then the other with some sort of screw fastening. These were not the spring loaded crocodile clips that I feared so much but some other far more sensual version. Yes their application hurt a little as they were applied, yes the weight of the chain pulled down and added to my discomfort, but the overall effect of these was to add yet another positive sensation to my already overstimulated brain. The fog of pleasure that Mistress can create in my head becomes quite impenetrable sometimes. Words remain her most formidable weapon. Mistress was walking out of the room at one time and said something (possibly about the teasing to come or the predicament I now found myself in) and her words resulted in a spontaneous spasming of my body. No one else has ever been able to do this to me. It is as if a force, like static electricity, has been building up inside of me and her words touch it acting as a conductor and my body jolts uncontrollably. Mistress heard this sound, as my body arched against my bindings and I jolted the chair, and turned around and demanded to know what had happened. I tried to explain but probably only mumbled through my own confused thoughts.

    It was then that inevitable happened in the midst of an extra long session such as this. I could feel the need to have a pee taking over from the wonderful sensations that Mistress had been treating me to. Luckily Mistress does seem to understand the needs of an old fart like myself and released my bindings for the chair, took off one of the leather mittens and told me to go and sort myself out. This still left the matter of one leather mitten and a pair of leg braces to be coped with whilst making my way upstairs to the bathroom. It was a difficult ascent and decent of said staircase. So difficult in fact that Mistress felt compelled to photograph and video my demise for her online army of fans.

    Once down the stairs again Mistress noticed that I was shivering. I had not noticed just how cold I had become whilst secured naked to the chair in the dungeon. Mistress undid my shackles took me through to the lounge taped my arms to my side, zipped me into a latex sleep sack, blindfolded me and sat me down on the settee. She is such a kind and considerate Mistress! Mistress unzipped the bottom section of the sleep sack to access her property. It was then that the edging began, both with her hands and with the vibrator. Within moments I was close to the edge (and Mistress hadn’t even removed the Bon4 at that point!). And when she did, and Mistresses property felt her tender touch for the first time in 5 weeks, what followed became something of an inevitability. Mistress applied the vibrator one more time. I asked her to stop but was too late, I had gone too far! The orgasm started and I could do nothing about it. I erupted and Mistress did what Mistress must. An orgasm that happens without her permission can end only one way. A ruin. Mistresses property pumped away desperate to be stimulated more to allow it to enjoy the experience, but all stimulation had been removed and all that was left was the pain and discomfort.

    That was it the session was over. In actual fact I think we were both a little disappointed. Me because I always look forward to a full, wonderful, mind blowing orgasm (my visits to the HOD are my ONLY chance for this to happen as I am locked in chastity at all other times) and Mistress because I don’t think that was what she had planned to happen. I know from past experience that there is nothing more fun for her to do to a slave than give him a painful ruin and send him away from the HOD unfulfilled and desperate for her continued attentions. But this was not her intention today. At the HOD there is only one way that things normally happen, that is the Mistress way. I had spoilt this today and am sorry Mistress. I hope you will allow me to try again before too long.


    It is with much consideration and heartfelt regret that I have decided that, apart from a small handful of my most loyal and trusted slaves, I will be ceasing real time sessions from the 1st January. I have mentioned on a few occasions and many of you have had to have sessions rescheduled, because I have had some quite debilitating health problems which, in the grand scheme of things have been worsened by physical activity. I do not wish to hang up my whips and boots forever, so I have decided to go a little more ‘underground’ and work on my own terms when I feel able to. I will most certainly be offering custom clips and maintaining my clip sites, and I am sure that when time allows, you will find me online on either adultwork or via IWANTCLIPS. I’m very grateful to have had the success that I’ve experienced in the past 6 years but I also find myself getting stressed out when I’m unwell and unable to meet the demands of all you horny little fuckers. I will gradually be moving all my website content over to my Onlyfans.com profile, so you an still get your fix of me but alas, no freebies! If you keep following me on twitter, you will be notified when I am available for phone chat, webcam and teamviewer sessions. My aim will be to establish more of a routine. As well as being a Mistress, I also wear many other hats and my time needs to be delegated in a way that keeps us all happy.

    There are no hard feelings, there will be no regrets. This is purely something that I need to do for me, so that I can maintain a good balance with fetish and vanilla life.

    So let’s just say, this isn’t “GoodBye”, it is just more of a “See you around” xxxx


    I have decided to put my Casa Padrino Baroque Throne, Giant Majestic Armchair up for sale.  You can view its details and *the for new* price on Amazon here. I am asking for £600 for it but I will consider sensible offers.

    Slaves, Piggies and Devoted Submissives of other Dominatrices, this is a great opportunity for you to impress, so read on!  This will make a beautiful, Smoking Chair, Fetish Worship Chair, Erotic Furniture addition to any Femdom Chambers.

    I had every intention of keeping it and using it in what will be my ‘Black Room’, however, since then my plans for the room have changed and I have my eye on 3 different, slightly smaller items that will all add to the fun and glamour of the darkest room and my dark mind. 

    The throne has been the pinnacle object at the start of many of my real-time sessions over the years. Sitting upon it grandly, while my slaves’ dribble, slither and worship at my feet after having made their entrance and stripped off their clothes in front of me.  It really is a beautiful, robust and eye-catching piece of furniture that will compliment any professional dungeon or kinky playroom.  It has many stories that it keeps secret and will keep all of your secrets too!  

    Now here are few things you MUST consider and take note of if you are interested:

    1. It isn’t called a GIANT throne chair for no reason! The measurements are as follows:
      • Height about 190 cm
      • Width about 95 cm, I would say that it seems much wider than this with the armrests.
      • Depth about 72 cm
      • Seat height about 51 cm
      • Slave Sissy Mouse had to remove the patio doors to get the chair into my old chambers.  (He probably could have taken the chair apart but didn’t want to risk fucking it up).
      • It certainly WON’T fit through a normal sized door. If that is your only option, then you would have to take it apart for sure.
    2. The Throne weighs around 60kg and is made from Solid Wood, with a beautiful gold finish.
    3. It is covered with a fine, soft velvet fabric which has been steam cleaned, along with the rest of the item.
    4. There are slightly faded patches on the armrests and seat at the moment, however, I will be refurbishing those before it leaves me.
    5. If you would like to come and see the item you are welcome to do so, I am just down the road from Bristol in North Somerset. Either way, if you intend to take it away with you I will expect immediate payment and you will most certainly need a van!
    6. If you would like your MISTRESS to view it via face-time, rather than travelling distance to view it, then I am happy to speak to her by that method.
    7. If you are unable to collect the throne in person, it is your responsibility to arrange a courier to do so but bear in mind that I won’t have the packaging needed to protect it.  Couriers will be arranged by you at your own risk.   As a last resort, I do have access to a van and may be able to deliver to, providing full payment has been received in advance and a sensible delivery fee negotiated, but if you live outside of England or Wales, this will not be an option.

    I am also going to be selling me beloved Fetters of Warick, Tall Cage as I’ve had the most amazing idea for turning a small room into a cage in itself!

    If you are interested in either item, please email me MISSDEELIGHT@OUTLOOK.COM and put ‘interested in items’ as your subject line.

    Thank you for reading!

  • Work Update


    As many of you know, I have been in the process of renovating a building partly for personal gain and partly as a play space for my most loyal and trusted of submissives.  I had felt that renovations were far enough along to start seeing my loyal subs in person, but I’ve had to admit that the renovations are taking far longer than was originally planned, and when things are progressed, it results in mountains of clearing up after each stage.  For me, a messy environment is like really loud noise.  I simply can’t abide mess.  I have decided that my best course of action is to complete the renovation before making any solid commitments to those waiting for my attention.

    When I am both available and organised you all certainly know about it with my sexy updates.  So please just bear with me a little longer so I can get everything just perfect.  An organised environment, clear mind and lovely surroundings all amount to one thing: A very happy, sexually dominant Mistress!  (The best version of me!)

    One final note, I am fully aware that I have a growing number of emails waiting for answers, they are almost at the top of my to-do list.  If you have a really urgent, can’t wait for enquiry, you’ll probably already have my phone number in which case an SMS is acceptable.  If you don’t have my number, you can use the SMS system at the bottom of my Adultwork.com profile.  So, in the meantime, keep your cocks under control and your typing fingers, patient! Seeing 20 emails from the same person, just makes me want to hit delete!

  • Updates and a Message to Derek H….

    While I have been consciously aware of the fact that I am immensely behind in posting distance control journals and sessions write-ups, from my slaves, it has been brought to my attention and reminded me (with thanks to YOU,  Derek H, who also happened to drop Slave Taquin in the proverbial shit, when he told me about the messages he’d received on Twitter from you) that there are great fans of this website and the contained writings.  With that in mind, what will follow over the coming days, will be a thorough catch up of the missing entries.  However, since I’ve been too busy to post the updates because I like to include an introduction, I am even less likely to find the time to post them with introductions now as that will require reading over all the reports again, therefore I will be posting them as they are.  No introductions and no grammatical checks. I like to think that this will start me with a clean sheet so that I can continue in future, with posting my own comments in addition to the reports.  (Again, probably unlikely due to aforementioned busy schedule! – Are there any slaves out there with WordPress knowledge who would like to be my blog admin slave?)

    Derek H, you really should introduce yourself to me and not to my lowly slaves!  Afterall, were it not for me, they would have nothing to report.


  • Important Info Regarding Private, In-Person Sessions

    Please note that due to a change in my personal circumstances, as of Friday 20th October 2017, I will only be taking bookings for real-time sessions on a Mondays and Fridays.

    Availability between midday and 7 pm on Mondays and Midday to 9 pm on Fridays. 

    Before making a booking please ensure you are able to attend on either of these days.


  • Custom Clip Filming Day with TV Jessica Dee

    I am DEELIGHTED to announce that TV Sissy Slut Jessica Dee and I will be joining forces in a Bitch vs Brat filming extravaganza on Monday 9th October.  Ever wanted to direct your own custom fetish clip with a Superior, Experienced Dominatrix and a Submissive Sissy Slut Brat?  Now is your chance! £100 will buy you around 10-15 minutes of exclusive, just for you, content, where you call the shots (within limits).  Well, actually, I call the shots but you get a say in it ;)

    Custom content filming time is limited, so get your orders in ASAP.  You will receive a full HD 10-15 minute, exclusive custom fetish clip, tailored to your requests and fully edited.  Orders will be sent within 1 month (the best things come to those who wait) of filming via wetransfer.com, directly to your inbox.

    To order your clip, email me directly: MissDeelight@outlook.com with your name, and content requests.  Payment accepted through various, regular, methods.



  • Testing the Humbler and Paddle from @GratefulPain

    A few emails ago, GratefulPain.Co.UK  contacted me and asked if I would like to work with them to promote their wonderfully hand crafted BDSM implements.  Of course, I said, “Yes!” and agreed to be a tester and reviewer of their products.  The day after I gave my address,  I received a parcel from them.  I opened it today to discover a lovely hand crafted humbler and a wooden paddle.  My first thoughts were “These are really well made but the paddle doesn’t look too destructive”.  I was right about the quality of the goods but I was wrong about the damage the paddle could do!

    Normally I would wait for a session to try these items out, however I suggested to my lovely Boyfriend that we test theM together.  He was reluctant as he prefers to give the pain rather than receive it, but after a bit of gentle persuasion (teasing) from me, he  agreed to participate in the experiment.  The humbler was quite tricky to put on initially.  Most humblers have their own unique way of being applied.  After a couple of trial and error attempts we succeeded in applying the device without the fear of castrating him! (note to grateful pain, I would suggest for those less experienced that you include instructions with this device).  Once the device was in place, nom nom! Balls were looking very juicy indeed and I felt it only appropriate to nibble at them as sensitive as they were ;)  I didn’t go so far as hurting my other half but were he one of my slaves, even the slightest slap would have made him drop to his knees.  They will add some sadistic fun to my future sessions and I will post back here as I introduce my submissive boys to them.

    The next item, the paddle was intense.  I gently tapped my other halfs bottom with it and he flinched to the other side of the sofa! I told him he was being a baby so he offered to return the favour.  Of course, I agreed and OMG, a gentle tap was really all it took to make me wince!   2 Gentle whacks each and we both have reddened bottoms.  I simply cannot wait to bring this into a session and use it at full force!   The paddle is smooth and beautifully carved.  It looks too pretty to be painful but it is most definitely a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Miss Deelight’s Birthday

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


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  • Slave Chatterbox – Under Your Skin!

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


    Sometimes, Mistress Delight really gets under your skin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  • Saying Thanks – Woman Cave Purchases Complete

    Two days ago I posted about a project I am working on to create a woman cave for myself where I can retreat for peace and quite in order to plot the demise of many of my subs.  Within 24 hours all £600 of items needed were purchased thanks to some devoted pets and also myself for adding more slaves to my digital collection via TeamViewer.

    This is to say a big Thank You to (in no particular order) Sissy Mouse (£100), Taquin (£100), Keith B (£130), OwnedbYMD (£50 and needs a more personal slave name), and Gaz (£25).  All names will go into a stiletto and one picked at random will get to be the first to view the cave when all the items have arrived.

    Nice going pets!

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  • My Woman-Cave Project 

    I’m in the process of converting my conservatory into a gorgeous little, woman cave/office. So far I’ve lavished it in voile and drapes which has taken days.  I have a basket of items ready to purchase totalling £566 which will complete the transformation, giving me somewhere I can shut myself away in peace and quiet to plan and plot ways in which to devour your souls.  I have £230 in amazon vouchers left so I’d like for you to send me more. Whatever you can afford will contribute, the bigger the better but as always, when it comes to my devoted subs, size doesn’t matter. *laughs*

    Everyone who sends me amazon.co.uk gift vouchers towards the cost will have their name put into one of  my stiletto shoes, I’ll pick one at random to ‘christen’ the finished project with a Skype webcam sesh. 

    You’re always telling me how much you love me and my work. Now’s the time to show it. 

    Send amazon.co.uk gift cards to missdeelight@outlook.com and don’t forget to include whatever you want to be called to go into the draw. 

    Thank you in advance for contributing to my area of deviant zen. 


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Reminiscing About The First Visit

    Its a little over 3 years ago since Slave Sissy Mouse bumbled across the threshold of the House of Deelight although he had begun showing his devotion much earlier than that by contributing massively to the now infamous bondage/torture chair that so many have encountered since.  I received this well remembered write-up from my slave earlier this week and it was nice to see he could remember it so clearly, but then again, a session with me isn’t something you forget easily!

    My first visit to the House of Deelight.

    Today January 17th 2017 marks the third anniversary of my first meeting with Mistress and session at the house of Deelight and I thought I would share my memories because as the saying goes ‘you ever forget your first time’. At the time, Mistress, didn’t require a write-up for her to read and publish on her website. I would also like to add it took me until March to finish it as things kept reappearing in my mind.

    After having to cancel my original visit back in August 2013, I finally arranged to meet Mistress in January 14. I had been feeling unwell in the days prior to my visit but luckily felt better on the day. As instructed I sent a text message to Mistress to confirm our meeting by 8.30am and duly did this. I received a very nice reply and Mistress also enquired if I was willing to allow her to film some clips with me. I was more than happy to agree on the basis of being hooded. Mistress replied that was fine and added ‘good boy’ this made me feel quite special that already I could assist Mistress. I spent the morning getting ready and very nervously made my way to Newport. I had already had a look on google street view so I had an idea where is was going. I arrived very early and parked close by and waited for the clock in the car to tick around to 1pm. My instructions were to phone Mistress to announce my arrival and she would open the door for me. I remember feeling very nervous just dialling the number and when Mistress answered almost immediately I felt myself bubble a little (nothing has changed there). Mistress confirmed the house number and I made my way down the road and knocked the door. The door opened as if by magic and in I walked. Mistress closed the door behind me and walked in. I will never forget what Mistress was wearing a pvc catsuit and corset and her very ample bosom was spilling out and looked a vision of beauty and dominance, all I could think was keep looking at the face, which was easy with Mistress’s mesmerising green eyes. Just to be in her presence made me nervous and Mistress kindly asked me how I was feeling? “very nervous Mistress” excellent was her reply! I then presented Mistress with some perfume that had been on her wish list for some time, which pleased Mistress and she caught me completely off guard by giving me a hug. Mistress then invited me into the other room and we discussed briefly my interests. Just chatting with Mistress put me at ease.

    With that I was instructed to go to the bathroom use the toilet, undress and return to the dungeon room and present myself in a suitable submissive manner. I thanked Mistress and did as instructed. As D/s was not new to me but visiting a professional dominatrix was, I wanted to make a good impression so remembered the appropriate position to present myself. Kneeling with my head bowed and my hands resting palms up on my thighs. After what seemed like an age Mistress appeared from the other room and with a very authoritative air circled me in a very menacing manner. Mistress commended me on my very appropriate position and asked me what it was called? I had no idea, my mind was blank (very much like every session since). I remember Mistress smiling and saying she couldn’t either at that point and moved on. I remember Mistress pointing at my poor excuse for a cock with her boot and asking why it wasn’t standing to attention for her? Her words did the trick but until that point I thought it would be disrespectful and did my best to keep it down. After some further ribbing about my lack of manhood, Mistress put a collar around my neck and with a sharp tug pulled me behind her into the other room.

    Mistress after pulling me around the room a few times told me I was going to be of use to her and film a foot worship clip. I was more than delighted to assist Mistress and be allowed to film her. Mistress got her video camera and instructed me on what to do and then did her piece to camera. I was utterly mesmerised (and still am) about how she did this amazing clip, completely off the cuff. Once finished Mistress had a look at my filming job and seemed pleased with the result and then instructed me to crawl behind her and up the stairs. I still remember very vividly Mistress saying “I think you are going to need to lose weight if you are going to be one of my slaves” At that time I weighed around 18st and it gave me the kick-start needed to improve myself. After crawling up the stairs Mistress instructed me to stand up in the bedroom and produced some parcel wrap and held it whilst I turned in front of her commenting that she might run out trying to wrap something this big. I remember she kept saying Turn, Turn, Turn and all I could then think of was the Travis song, (when I turned the radio on after my session to drive home it was playing!). Once Mistress had parcelled me up she instructed me to shuffle to the bed and helped me down onto it. With a bit of re-arranging I was just how she wanted me and then informed me she was going to enjoy a spot of lunch, fitted me with an open-mouthed hood and left. Iaid there in slight bemusement at what had happened so far with a certain part of me happy to be there. Mistress called up several times to ensure I was ok and not struggling.

    After a while Mistress returned and started setting something up, which turned out to be a tripod and the video camera. Mistress then commented that she had forgotten to bring an ashtray with her and at that point I thought I would try to be useful and say that I had previously been used as an ashtray and even ate the butt. This from what I remember pleased Mistress and so with a beep of the video camera starting Mistress sat beside me and did another fantastic piece to camera with me eating her ash and eventually the cigarette butt. I remember lying there almost in a trance that I was part of this clip having previously watched some of Mistress’s clips via adultwork. Once Mistress had finished she gave me some water to cleanse my mouth and congratulated me on being true to my word and going through with it.

    Now came the not so nice part of being wrapped in parcel wrap the cutting out because you don’t realise how cosy and warm you get and how cold you are when it comes off, luckily there was a nice warm heater close by, although I still remember getting warm and then Mistress instructing me to go lie in the cold bath which I promptly did and I will still never forget this part. Mistress returned naked apart from a bra, stood on the bath and covered me with her warm fresh champagne. Even now writing this I still feel slightly embarrassed because I just didn’t know where to look, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the image of Mistress standing over me so powerful, scent marking what has turned out to be her devoted property. When this was over, Mistress turned on the shower and instructing me to clean myself up and join her downstairs. The water was momentarily cold and I joked that for a moment I thought I was only getting a cold shower to calm myself down.

    Once showered and clean I return downstairs as instructed to find Mistress in the kitchen looking fabulous in a pink and black latex dress. Mistress then instructed me to shine her dress and I nervously started the task and I still remember the question as I got close to her latex enclosed fabulous breasts “and over the delights Mistress?” Yes, slave all of it was Mistress’s reply. Mistress then told me to do up her zip and I commented on how amazing she looked in her dress, still to this day I remember her looking in the mirror and saying ‘I do don’t I slave?’. Such power and confidence.

    Mistress then informed me that I was going to be the supporting actor in another clip and invited me to stand by the cross whilst she attached my wrists to each side of the top of the cross and my legs to each side of the bottom. Leaving me feeling very exposed. Mistress then placed an open-mouthed hood over me and attached some nipple clamps which really stung and left me there whilst she set up the camera. This clip involved Mistress speaking to the camera whilst tugging on the nipple clamps and flicking my balls (that was so painful) all whilst smoking and flicking the ash in my mouth some of which I missed. I can’t quiet remember how long I was attached to the cross but once Mistress released me she told me to lick the ash up off the floor that I didn’t catch in my mouth during the clip.

    I must be honest there was many little fun bits in-between which I can’t recall but they certainly cemented the fact that I really hoped I had earned myself favour with Mistress for another visit. I also remember being completely surprised that Mistress also gave me a most mind-blowing orgasm. I hadn’t come that hard for a long time and some ended up on my face which was met by a roar of laughter from Mistress.

    Another shower and I was ready to leave and 2 hours had passed in the blink of an eye. I was grateful then and still am for this amazing session, luckily I passed the newbie test and was invited back, which in turn has led to so many more amazing well documented sessions.

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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – The Bloody Bathbrush Challenge

    Always expect the unexpected. I’ve said it before and I will continue to say it at every given opportunity and especially after taking any of my subs by surprise.  When Slave Sissy Mouse gave me a request (something that he rarely does) to dust off his school boy outfit, I knew what he’d be expecting from the session and so I put another twist on it.  Actually I gave the session more twists than a Curly Wurly bar. I never cease to amaze myself with my ingenious creativity when it comes to roleplay sessions. I decided that this session would begin the second Mousey walked through the door, even if he didn’t realise it.

    The bloody bath brush challenge.

    My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight was unusual because I knew what was coming and what the theme would be because I had requested it and set myself up for a hard time in the process. What I forgot was I’m not very experienced in role play whereas Mistress is very accomplished in such things and put me on the spot from the moment I walk through the door.
    For this visit I had requested that I dust off the schoolboy outfit that Mistress had instructed me to buy for a cp session back in August 14. I can’t remember the details of that session but what I do know is it was nothing like this one. On my way to the HOD Mistress messaged me to inform me to change in the small hallway and knock on the entrance door. This leaves you with just a full frosted glass door for privacy. I arrive early to calm my nerves a bit and wait by the local Tesco, usually in case Mistress has any last-minute item requests, and wait for the clock to tick around to 11am. With a couple of minutes to go I drive off and park near to the HOD get my stuff and enter the open door. Immediately I am met by Mistress’s voice asking me if I got her text message? I ask if it’s the one about changing in the hall way and it’s not. The message Mistress sent me (which I received at 7pm that evening, nothing like technology letting you down) said Buy an A4 pad and for every minute you are late will result in 1 stroke of the cane. I stand frozen in the hall waiting for Mistress to then say ‘oh don’t worry’ but the reply I got was ‘that’s one stroke already’. With that I get my bumbling self to Tesco and I hate to admit it in a piss to the point where I almost just got in my car and left! What my bumbling brain had not worked out is the session had started already. Mistress had started the roleplay by making me late and as such a valid reason to punish me. Luckily, I found a pad, paid, returned to the HOD, got changed, took a deep breath and knocked on the door as instructed.
    When (Head) Mistress opened the door, what happened next completely caught me out. I wasn’t expecting Mistress to grab me by the ear and drag me in front of the school desk tell me to pull my trousers down and bend over it. I didn’t expect Mistress to tell me I was 14 minutes late, I didn’t expect Mistress to cane me so hard that I got myself in such a state that I stopped counting at 4 and Mistress carried on until 6 with me whimpering and begging her to stop.
    This is not how we start sessions, we start sessions with me being tied somewhere to relax from the outside world and have a nice chat before being left alone.
    Mistress told me to calm down, control my breathing and because I had stopped counting, I was still getting the 14 from the beginning and every time I stopped counting she would start again. I composed myself and Mistress started again with no let-up in the severity of the strokes until I counted to 14. Mistress then told me to pull my pants and trousers up and chastised me for the pink panties I was wearing and the pink stripy tie which was clearly not school uniform. I just stood there with my head held in shame still trying to get my head around what was happening. Mistress then went on the tell me that I was just a closet sissy faggot and that I had been sent to her for touching my male peers inappropriately. I was feeling so utterly small and humiliated that I thought I might start to cry! (Head) Mistress then told me to pull the chair up to the desk, opened the pad that I had bought and instructed me to write the following “I must not touch my male peers inappropriately” and to continue to do so until I was told otherwise. With that Mistress left the room and closed the door. I sat there, wrote that line repeatedly with my mind a blur at what had already happened and I had never been more pleased to be left alone in a session.
    I think I had reached line 115 when Mistress returned and sat very provocatively on the bench in front of me and enquired while my already terrible handwriting had got worse? I replied I was feeling slightly uneasy and trying my best to concentrate. I also told Mistress that I had brought her some offerings that were in a bag in the hall and that the dog had ate the apple I had got her (this earned me an extra 10 strokes for lying). Once I had reached line 134 Mistress told me to stop and put my hands on my head. This would be the number of strokes I would be getting plus the 10 for applegate. We then had a bit of a chat about this and that whilst my hands were firmly on my head (I do smile at the bizarre nature of a day in the life of Mistress).
    As always Mistress after a while brings the chit chat to a halt and instructs me to put away the desk and chair and pull the whipping bench out into the position Mistress likes it. Mistress then instructs me to go upstairs and fetch the vibrating wand and return. On my return, Mistress invites me to place myself on the bench and straps me in. Once strapped in (Head) Mistress starts and it’s no nice warm up today,12 very hard whacks with the ‘beg for it’ strap and everyone made me wince. Once finished Mistress does something completely new she fires up the wand and starts working it into her pathetic cock until I reach edge. I try and last as long as possible to put off the inevitable hard whacks that will be coming my way once I reach edge. I have no defence against the wand and having reached edge, I then endure 24 very hard whacks with another implement which I have no idea what it was but it hurt and then back to the wand. Once at edge another 12 with another implement and then the wand again. This was a real struggle for me, I have never been whacked with this amount of force before and the stopping and edging wasn’t helping but that was what Mistress wanted.
    Today was never going to be an ‘nice’ experience it was amount testing and pushing me!
    This repeated several more times until and I was just about coping when a terrible thing happened at the next round of edging after I had begged Mistress to stop I felt the inevitable feeling of what was the worst case possible, I orgasmed. A massive gushing ruin that spelt disaster for me because now Mistress informed me I would not only have to endure post orgasm punishment but also post orgasm torture. The next 12 were difficult and there was still more to come. Once those 12 were finished it was the wand again and that on Mistress’s very sensitive cock made me squeak repeatedly but worse still it was starting to get hard again just to punish me even more.
    It was just after this where the wheels almost fell off the session, Mistress got the cane out again and we had reached number 9 when I suddenly felt sick (because I was not regulating my breathing and getting in a panic) and with all the clothes on I was overheating and sweating. Mistress stopped, released me from the bench and with the clothes removed and a short break (including the offer of water which I turned down) it was back down to accept the rest of my allocation. With a very determined ‘9 thank you Head Mistress’ it was the final 3 strokes of the cane and then the crescendo 24 of the bath brush (12 on each cheek). I have been whacked with this before but never with the same vigour and determination that Mistress had that day. Once it was over Mistress had achieved her goals, which was to get the bath brush very bloody (tick) and to put me through a very challenging session (tick).
    I was left shaking with adrenaline and I am truly grateful to Mistress for putting me through a very challenging session. After I had calmed down and felt able to stand I got dressed and cleaned up the mess I made (which luckily Mistress didn’t make me lick up as she threatened when I had the accident). We ended with a nice chat and Mistress insisting I look after myself and contact her if I have any adverse reaction to the session (which I haven’t) and then it was time to return to the real world. I must say I felt very odd for the rest of the day and a very early night beckoned. It was the next day that I could really grasp the full enjoyment of the session and marvel at Mistress’s skill in not only her craft but her incredible role play abilities and treating me to another ‘I wasn’t expecting that’ sessions.

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    I have just updated my phone number.  If you are one of my distance pets or you have visited me before you will need my new phone number.  Send me an email and providing I know you or remember you then I will let you have it! If I don’t reply then it means that I don’t remember you and therefore you have no need for it at this time!

  • New Military Trench Coat

    I just had a visit from my loyal, smart and obedient servant, Hypnobot No1.  He didn’t come for a session. His only duty today was to present me, his Commander,  with 2 new military style trench coats that he had meticulously chosen; one for myself and one for his female colleague, Hypnobot No2. For myself, a Karen Millen coat had been acquired. For Hypnobot No2, a Hobbs coat was the brand purchased.  I haven’t looked at the coat for Hypnobot No2 as I wish to pass it on to her, still sealed for her surprise.  But I was very eager to try on my own new acquisition. Already wearing the beautiful tailored suit purchased for me by HB1 previously, I set about unwrapping, dressing (assisted by HB1) and fastening those glorious buttons.  The coat is impeccable quality and gives me a sense of even greater power over my servants.

    Thank you for your gift and your care attention, Hypnobot 1.

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