On Sunday Mistress had let me know that she had enjoyed my blog submitted earlier in the day. She also took the opportunity to ask how I was getting on with the projects that I was working on for her. She seemed particularly pleased when I told her that the cock and ball torture device might be completed in time for me to deliver it to her when I saw her at the HOD later that same week. It came as no surprise to me to hear that I was to christen it!
I worked on the projects for Mistress right up to the morning of my session. It was a slightly unnerving build up to it. There was the occasional thinly veiled threat of torment and pain however most of my communications from Mistress were relaxed and good-natured. Some even had smiley faces and concluded with an x! Don’t get me wrong, I really like to be in Mistresses good books and to have fear free communications, but I did find it a little unusual. This had been on my mind as I drove to the HOD on the morning of the session. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was being lulled into a false sense of security.
I arrived outside the HOD and sent a text to Mistress to let her know. She responded by giving me my instructions for when I entered at the prearranged time. I was to go into the dungeon, place on the floor the things that I had bought for Mistress, strip and kneel head bowed facing the fireplace. It concluded with the chilling words: ‘Make sure I can access the whipping bench’. There it was then. Mistress had been so nice to me in the build up to the session just to put me off my guard but now I was going to be punished. Whilst I do pride myself on being the best Slave I can be I do know that if Mistress wanted to punish me that she would be able to come up with plenty of pretty good reasons to do so.
‘What will be will be’ I thought and entered the front door of the HOD dead on 11am. Having locked it behind me and carried out Mistresses instructions I called and told her that I was ready. Mistress was in the lounge waiting for this moment. I heard her stand and start to walk my way. She entered the dungeon and stood behind me. My head was bowed and so all that I was able to make out was the wonderful realisation that she must be wearing stockings as I caught a glimpse of her foot to my right hand side. I heard her steps as she walked to the whipping bench behind me and I heard the sound of chain and what sounded like the cuffs being prepared. Mistress then walked to the whip stand and removed an implement from it. This was not good! She walked behind me once more and undid the knot of my collar that has ‘Taquin’ engraved on its plaque, and took it off over my head. She replaced it with a heavy leather collar that was secured it at the back. Mistress then reached around to the front of my neck and attached a heavy chain dog lead. For the first time Mistress stood in front of me, legs slightly apart, and I looked up at her smiling face. I do confess that it took a little while for my gaze to make it all the way to her face as it had so much to take in on its way!
Mistress tugged on the heavy chain lead and I followed her on hands and knees to the whipping bench. I waited for the inevitable instruction to climb up onto the bench, but instead Mistress turned around to face me before lifting herself up onto it. She positioned herself sitting on the bench with one foot on each of the leg supports, providing a slave eye view of her perfect crotch clad in black lace panties. ‘Put your hands behind your back’ she said. I did as instructed and took in the wonderful sight in front of me as I kneeled in submission to my Mistress. Black stockings, suspenders, panties and bra, all of which contrasting wonderfully with her pale soft skin. Occasionally I would look up into Mistresses face to be met with just the hint of a smile. I don’t think that I had spoken until this point but I just had to tell her how wonderful I thought that she looked. ‘Did I tell you that you could speak slave?’ I said sorry and shut up again. We stayed like that for some time. Mistress looking down on me with a satisfied look on her face and me feeling progressively more submissive and horny. I knew that Mistresses property was trying to escape its cage and was dribbling uncontrollably on the floor. Mistress noticed also. I think it was about now that I started to shake just a little. Mistress waited a few moments longer and then lifted the riding crop selected earlier and started to run its tip gently up the inside of one of my thighs. I shuddered in involuntary appreciation. Over the next 30 minutes or so Mistress reduced me to a quivering wreck by slowly and expertly running the crop over almost every part of my body. There is a spot just at the base of her property, which Mistress knows that if she applies slow steady pressure, will make me buckle in two with pleasure. Mistress pushed the tip of her crop into the spot and grabbed the chain attached to my collar and pulled upwards. I groaned as I found myself unable to buckle in the intensity of the moment. Mistress pulled me closer into her and placed her legs on my shoulders. She squeezed her thighs firmly around my head. My face was just centimetres away from her crotch as she took her fingers and ran them gently and provocatively across her stocking tops and panties. I wanted so desperately to move my head just a little bit further forwards and bury myself in the softness in front of me. I knew that just a hint of that would result in instant and severe punishment and resisted the temptation. I whimpered in total desperation as Mistress moved her perfectly manicured fingers slowly over her body leading my eyes to places that I still feel that a gentleman’s eyes shouldn’t linger. I looked up once again into the face of my Mistress. Knowing exactly what a mess she had made of me she looked back down with more than a hint of satisfaction in her voice and said ‘you are so weak’. And Mistress was right. I am totally feeble in her presence. And it is ok. It is how she makes me feel. At that moment I was in bits! Sometimes it feels that Mistress can release my mind from all of its normal constraints, fears and worries and in that moment of freedom I can just let go. This was such a moment. I was close to tears and it really didn’t matter.
Mistress released her grip on my head and put her feet back onto the leg supports of the whipping bench and then lent forwards until her breasts were a hairs breadth away from my face. So close in fact that I could feel the warmth and smell the delicate scent of her body. Again I just wanted to lean in that little bit further, but still resisted the temptation. Mistress took the riding crop once again and ran it over every sensitive spot of my body. This time she spent time teasing my nipples before moving the crop once again to the spot at the base of her property. As she pressed against it and drove me crazy she said ‘Do you know something Taquin?’ I whispered ‘no Mistress’. ‘I do believe that you have a clitty!’ ‘I have had you locked in chastity for so long now that you have developed a love button’. Mistress sounded so very pleased with herself. Next she started to turn herself away from me in order that I should be left to admire her wonderful bottom. In the process of turning however her stiletto heels etched a couple of lines into my torso. I obviously failed to stifle my discomfort and Mistress looked back at me to see what the problem was. She looked at the scratches and quite rightly declared that they were nothing. Mistress looked me in the eyes and with a slightly mocking tone said ‘but you do still love me don’t you slave’. I answered ‘Yes Mistress’. And in my way I do. Maybe it is more of an infatuation. But whatever it is the answer is ‘Yes Mistress’!
Finally Mistress stood up from where she was seated and told me to carry the massage bench into the lounge. Once the bench was erected I was instructed to lie on it and put my wrists out in front of me. Mistress picked up a pair of wooden manacles that she had made me make for her. She locked my wrists in them and then secured them up to my leather neck collar. Once Mistress was happy that I was inescapably secured she picked up the cock and ball torture device that I had made and presented to her at the beginning of the session. It is a board that opens in the middle to allow the slaves bits to be pushed through it and sit exposed above the board. A cord is then used to lace down the slaves cock to the board in order to allow Mistress to do whatever she chooses. And that is precisely what Mistress did. I found myself trapped in the device which she had bolted shut around my balls and Mistress had laced her property down to the board. I feared what my fate might be but was delighted when I saw Mistress pick up the large vibrator. And so Mistress went to work on her property. And it inevitably grew in its appreciation. And the cords holding it felt tighter and tighter. And after only a few minutes of wonderful edging Taquin yet again left it too long before warning Mistress that he was about to cum! What a stupid slave. I felt things rushing towards a climax and cried out. Mistress stopped what she was doing immediately. My eyes were shut as I felt things building and building. I concentrated as hard as I possibly could just hoping that I would be able to stop, what had a couple of moments earlier felt so inevitable. And then there it was, a single, weak pump of Mistresses property and I feared the worst. I opened my eyes and asked Mistress if I had actually cum. I really didn’t know. Mistress looked at her property and said that I had gone too far and then in an act of great kindness applied the vibrator again and said ‘I had better finish you now’. And she did. She had gone back to work on it soon enough for it to almost instantly explode into a wonderful full-blown orgasm. With Mistresses property laced securely to the board the orgasm was constricted by its bindings. The result however was one of great pleasure and an orgasm that seemed to go on forever as my body tried to expel the cum that had built up over the previous weeks. It went on for so long that I felt the muscles in my back begin to spasm. Luckily my ankles weren’t secured and so I was able to lift my knees to alleviate it. And still I came.
Mistress allowed me to calm down for a few minutes before declaring that she wanted to see if I was able to orgasm for a second time. To cut a long story short, I wasn’t. I did enjoy the time spent in trying however. It is not every day that a beautiful young lady dressed only in sexy black lingerie has me tied to a massage bench whilst using her hands and a vibrator to give me pleasure! What a lucky slave I was.
Eventually Mistress decided that I was a lost cause and released me from the bench. Mistress told me that she was going to allow her property freedom from the chastity device for a couple of days to allow it to recover from the rigours of her attention. She presented me with the key safe reset to a new code and an open padlock to be applied when I next locked up. Once showered and dressed we spent a few minutes looking at a gift that I had made for her. I then mended a drawer in the HOD kitchen before saying my ‘goodbyes’ and going on my way.
By the time I left the HOD I had already ‘come down’ from what had been a wonderful session. (I think the process had started as soon as I had completed my orgasm). I hadn’t come down in a bad way. It was an unusual experience for me. I just felt supremely relaxed. It was a lovely feeling. I knew that I had a few hours to kill in advance of a meeting later that day and so I found a nice cafe overlooking a harbour and started to write this blog. 2 hours, and several cups of coffee, later I was only part way through it when I closed the PC and left for my meeting. I was happy.
The next few days continued in a very similar vein. Normally I would have a good night’s sleep following a session and then pretty soon afterwards I would start feeling needy again. If not in chastity I would find myself almost begging Mistress to lock me up again. But I didn’t feel any of this. I certainly wasn’t ‘down’ about it at all. I just got on with life whilst exchanging a few vanilla texts with Mistress. Things came to a head when on Saturday morning I awoke to the realisation that I had had a very vanilla, and very sexy, dream during the night. Worse still, Mistress wasn’t the subject of said dream!
On that Saturday morning Mistress told me that she was going to set me an edging task. I read what she said and realised that I had two problems. The first was a practical one as I knew that I would find it difficult to find enough time to devote to it but my other problem was that I really didn’t have any enthusiasm for such a task. In normal circumstances I would be desperate for such attention from Mistress but I still found myself in a remarkably relaxed vanilla state.
I sent Mistress a text that explained my practical problems but not my mental ones. I had reasoned that maybe an edging game would help to restore my mental state to where it should be. But as the day went by I came to realise that I was still going to struggle to find the necessary time to do the task. Eventually Mistress sent me a text and asked why I had not told her that I was ready to start.
I sent Mistress a text and explained that my day had unfortunately become too busy and also took the opportunity to confess to my mental state. I even confessed to my vanilla dream. She demanded more information and asked if there was anything in the session that had bothered me. I replied that the only things that had bothered me were my own stupidity at cumming too soon yet again and then being unable to perform for a second time. I did make a comment however that I fear might come back to haunt me. I said that the session had not had the intensity of some that I had experienced. Mistress reacted strongly to this statement!!! I don’t blame her either. As reported above Mistress had reduced me to tears of frustration whilst my body shook, kneeling as I was at her feet for almost an hour. It was extreme and intense. Sitting here as I am now trying to write this final paragraph to this blog I still don’t know why I felt the way that I did following the session. Relaxed and happy is a really good thing by the way!
The response from Mistress was I think what I deserved (and probably needed). I was instructed to go and lock up again immediately. I did as instructed and Mistress took pleasure in the lock up picture that I sent her. She noted correctly that the process had brought her property back to life. Mistress also wanted to ensure that we agreed the date for our next session, which we subsequently did. And finally Mistress informed me that the non participation of the edging task constituted a ‘task fail’. This is not something that any slave of Miss Deelight wishes to hear.
There were no sexy vanilla dreams for Taquin last night. Only thoughts of his Mistress and a realisation that her property was back under her exclusive control.