Sissy Mouse would not be Sissy Mouse without his bumbling ways and more than occasional moments of angst and dilemma. However, when a Slave like my longest serving devoted Mousey tells me that he wants to go home midway through a session, that gives me cause for concern. I know for a fact that if I’d let him leave with all his stresses ruining his session he might never forgive himself and I might never hear from him again because of his inner shame. I use the word ‘might’ with emphasis. However, my method of coaching doesn’t apply to just Sissy Mouse. If I found any other slave new or old, in the same predicament then I would deal with them the same way. A simple time out and a chat. A little bit of reassurance or a pep talk does the world of good for anxious pets.
A session of two halves.
My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight started much later in the day than usual and I duly walked through the door at my allotted time of 2pm. On entering Mistress shouted my instructions from upstairs to immediately kneel facing the fireplace and chant my mantra. I left my usual offerings plus Mistress’s birthday gift by the door and did as instructed. After a few chants, Mistress then shouts down to strip off and continue. With this done, I continue until the inevitable dramatic stomp on the stairs as Mistress descends. Mistress says nothing other than to tell me to take a deep breath and put some meaning into my chant (I thought I was but who am I to argue?). I continue for a while longer until Mistress squeezes in front of me giving me the view of spiky platform shoes and latex enveloped legs.
Mistress then tells me to stop and hook her suspender strap to her latex stocking. I, as usual bumble about trying to do as instructed whilst enjoying the view of Mistress’s latex clad bum. Once I have done this Mistress walks behind me and invites me to turn around and on doing so I enjoy the view of Mistress in a bright blue latex bra top, shorts and stockings. Mistress is also sporting her new short haircut which I compliment her on and has in my opinion given her a very youthful look. Mistress wasn’t convinced that it had (I will leave that for you the reader to decide) but either way Mistress looked fabulous as always. Mistress was very pleased that I was wearing her collar that she presented to me at my last visit. The collar is a collection of rings with a pink ribbon running through them. Once attached and the ribbon tightened into a bow it has a nice grip to it. Not enough to strangle me obviously but to remind me of the grip Mistress has on me. I had also attached the tag that Mistress had instructed me to order. On the front, it says ‘Mousey’ on the rear ‘Owned by Miss Deelight’ although the writing is quite small or possibly ‘discreet’.
Mistress then informs me to stand and opens the tall standing cage for me to enter. Once I am inside Mistress closes the door and I realise how much weight I have put back on since I last stood in that cage in November last year. It also doesn’t go unnoticed to Mistress (time to get that back under control). Mistress locks the cage door and leaves me to it. Normally this time helps me to cleanse the outside world but today it won’t go away and I just stand in the cage almost feeling bored with my mind whirring about work and other stuff. After a while Mistress returns and enquires about how long in days I have served her? My answer is 1449 and with that Mistress informs me that this is the amount of the cane I will be receiving today. I laugh nervously and at that point know I wouldn’t even be able to take 10 today with my head as it was right then. Mistress then opens the cage and tells me to stand with my hands on my head and gives me a whack on the bum with the cane and I immediately squat down and steady myself on the bench. I do struggle with being caned standing up but never like this. After some expert coercing from Mistress I stand back up hands on head and Mistress tries again. Once again, I go straight down because it’s too much for me and I don’t know why. Mistress tries several more times but I just can’t, so gives up and tells me to kneel over the bench. This doesn’t work either and Mistress stops and asks me what’s wrong? At this point I had no idea what was wrong and all I could say is ‘I think I want to go home’. Which didn’t best please Mistress. Luckily Mistress knows me better than this and tells me to get a drink and sit on the floor in-front of her throne. Where we have a chat about things which helped immensely and after a little while I feel more engaged with our session. I use the bathroom and return in a completely different frame of mind.
In a scenario like a half time pep talk during a football match I now feel ready for the challenge ahead. Mistress invites me to choose 4 implements, they are (after much bumbling) the Canadian prison strap, the wooden bath brush, a short leather paddle and a thick school cane. I hand these to Mistress and she once again straps me into the bench and whilst doing so informs me that I am to receive 50 of each implement, which I mishear as 15. Mistress quite firmly states ‘FIVE ZERO’ and so it begins. First up the prison strap and after a few trial whacks for aim the rest were delivered with great force and accuracy, leaving me squirming about as we got into the forties. Next the bath brush and once again with a force that I hadn’t felt before, then the leather paddle in blocks of ten with me squirming as the last two of the block were delivered. Finally (or so I thought) the cane. With the 50 delivered I was in such a happy place that I couldn’t believe I was the same person that was in the same spot about an hour ago. Believing this was it I was then slightly shocked to learn that I was now to have 50 of the thin whippy cane that I couldn’t take earlier. However, with my head firmly in the correct place I managed it, helped by a very encouraging Mistress.
Now came something that tested me to my absolute limits, the whip. I can’t stand the whip the sting of it is too much to bare for me and Mistress knows this which is why it came out and because of my announcement earlier that I wanted to go home I knew I had to dig deep and take it. And take it I did until strike number 2 when I begged Mistress to stop and she put me in the biggest rock and hard place ever. Mistress asked me if I was asking for mercy and effectively ‘safe wording’. Over the last 3 years and 4 months this is the closest Mistress has ever got me to such a situation. However, Mistress also knows I am stubborn and giving me the option to beg for mercy leaves me no option but to carry on and take it. Mistress was very kind and did give me some gentle lashes in-between some very hard lashes and I finally took the 50. The most I have ever taken.
Once this was over I led on the bench contemplating what just happened whilst Mistress cleaned the implements she had used. We are both usually quiet for a few minutes after these sorts of sessions to soak up all the energy that has charged the room.
Mistress then unstraps me and tells me to redress whilst she goes and gets changed. I clean the bench as I always like to do almost in homage to what went on there and we both have a nice post session chat before it’s time to return to reality.
As always, I am grateful to Mistress for another fantastic session but more so this time for turning things around for me and getting my head in the right place. It has also provided me with a challenge in the future to take a hard caning standing with hands on head.