For those of you who are avid readers of my blog and of Slave Taquin’s journey, you will probably have assumed that the proverbial noose couldn’t get much tighter. Your assumption is wrong. I am slowly but surely squeezing the life out of my slave, he is now starting to choke on his own lewd fantasies. Will I ever allow him some air? Of course! But only so’s that I can revel in tightening my grip again and again!
Today I don’t know which way to turn. I have been allowed (having paid my emotional and financial dues – more on that shortly) access to my fetish world through my PC and Phone for the first time in weeks. I haven’t even been allowed access to the only app through which I am able to talk with my vanilla lady friend for some time. It has left me void of fetish fun, but so desperate to have it.
And so here I am knowing that I must take the opportunity to write this blog but whilst being compelled to contact my lady friend, find out if Sissy Mouse is ok, read all of the blogs on Mistresses website and bury myself in the joys of Twitter. I am like a child looking under the tree on Christmas morning! But here goes on the blog….
‘I will discuss it with you tomorrow’
It not so much what Mistress says but how she says it that really gets to me. It could just have easily been ‘we will talk about it tomorrow’ or even ‘let’s chat it over during your session’. But no, it was enough for me to know what the outcome was going to be. And I was going to lose. The subject in question was whether or not I would be allowed to remove my device during a weekend away on a small boat with a mate. Dealing with the need to pee whilst wearing a device in such situations is so difficult hence my request to remove it. At the end of a short exchange on the subject I received the ‘I will discuss it with you tomorrow’ text. As is often the case my poor slave head was confused. Fetish Taquin wanted Mistress to be tough and to make sure I remained locked and denied, vanilla Taquin worried about how he would manage to conceal the device from his friend. This morning I read a blog intro where Mistress said that she knew a particular slave well enough to make decisions for him. It feels like Mistress has adopted that approach with me also, and deep down I am pleased. How can I crave a lack of control and then try to set boundaries? It wouldn’t be real. I didn’t respond to Mistresses text for some time but just before going to bed I sent her the text that conceded. I asked her not to release me. Her reply? ‘I didn’t intend to’.
The following day was one that I had looked forward to for many weeks. My previous session had had to be cancelled and so today was going to be the first time that I had seen Mistress in over 6 weeks. Better still it was going to be my first ever 5hr session. I actually worried whether or not I would be able to cope with Mistresses attentions for that long. But as far as I was concerned it was a fabulous worry to have.
I arrived at the HOD to be welcomed by Mistress looking stunning in a beautiful summer dress. Being dominated by a pretty young lady rather than a ‘dominatrix’ is so exciting. The dress that Mistress had chosen (kindly purchased by another slave if I remember correctly) is the perfect complement to her perfect curves.
I was instructed to enter the lounge and present Mistress with whatever I had brought with me. Firstly I gave her a small gift of appreciation to acknowledge two years under her control. I then gave her my key safe and my normal chastity device. It is just as secure as the Bon4 I was wearing currently but more comfortable for extended wear. Following my text exchange the previous day I suspected that I would find myself locked in it for some time to come! Whilst stood in front of me Mistress placed her hand on my locked crotch and enquired if I was dribbling yet. Oh how I started dribbling at that moment!
Mistress told me to sit on the settee and then produced the leather bondage mitts that I had bought for her a few weeks earlier. She had previously told me that she would like some and I had thought that I would like to try them. It was another ‘win win’, that inevitably proved rather expensive for me. I put my hand inside the first mitt, clenched my fist, and Mistress tightened the leather strap around my wrist and buckled it in place. Each mitt has the facility to add a padlock for added security. Mistress strapped my other hand into its mitt and then padlocked both before shackling my wrists together. Next she taped my ankles in place and bandaged my eyes in order that I could see nothing around me. And there I stayed for the next hour. It is the first time that Mistress has allowed me to spend my first hour in her company. I did my best not to abuse the privilege by speaking unless I felt it was appropriate. Mistress was obviously busy on her computer and I didn’t want to interrupt.
The end of my first hour of gentle pleasure was approaching when Mistress informed me that she was going to go and put on the latex dress that I had bought her a few weeks earlier. She informed me that there was a problem to be resolved. Apparently it was covered in talc and needed to be polished. Really! Polished?! I hardly dared to ask the next question, but I did. ‘Mistress, will you be wearing it whilst I polish it?’ I asked. ‘Yes slave I will’ was the reply. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I started to physically shake at the thought.
Mistress left the room for a while. I could hear her upstairs and knew that she was changing. A couple of minutes later I heard her come back into the room and she started to release me from my bonds. Mistress removed the blindfold from my eyes, turned away from me and instructed me to do up the zip on her pink latex dress. I eagerly did as instructed and Mistress manoeuvred the dress into position and turned towards me. Oh what a sight! I have never before been a great latex fan, but I am now a convert. Mistress handed me a small sponge and some liquid polish and instructed me to apply it all over and to ensure that I removed every bit of talc. And so I did, slowly and deliberately, whilst ensuring that I was not considered to be abusing such a huge privilege. I have started shaking again whilst writing about the experience. Mistresses’ curves are breathtaking. It is yet another moment under the control of Mistress Deelight that will always be treasured.
Once completed to her satisfaction Mistress instructed me to put on a blue full body zentai suit. I have never worn such a thing before and didn’t really know what to expect as a result. But like so many new things that Mistress has introduced me to it is now on my favourites list. Having put the suit on Mistress started to gently rub her hands over my entire body. It felt wonderful through the suit. She put the leather mitts on me again and took me through into the dungeon where she strapped and chained me standing against the bondage cross on the wall. Finally I was blindfolded and I found myself to be in a constrained and helpless heaven. Mistress ran her hands over me for a little longer before declaring that she would unzip the crotch on the suit and remove the device. The moment that Mistress knew that I had longed for was about to arrive. I felt the snip on the plastic lock off the device and Mistress gently removed it. As I suspect normally happens I gasped as the device was removed and started to whimper as Mistress took hold of her property and started to ensure that it became hard and erect for the first time in so many weeks. Just wonderful! What then ensued was a full hour of continuous, unrelenting teasing and edging. I love being edged so much! It is excruciatingly erotic. So much power in the hands of my Mistress combined with a ridiculous desire to cum that you know will not be permitted until Mistress gives her permission. But after a full hour of this I felt mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted.
It was at this point that Mistress decided to strike! She got me to the very edge of orgasm and then held me there slowly and gently manipulating her property on the very edge of the cliff. It was at this point that she said that she wanted to discuss my new found love of FinDom. She reminded me that I had offered to start paying for access to fetish fun on the internet. Apparently this was the moment where she had decided that she wanted to discuss it further. Mistress knew that I was at my weakest point and that she held all of the trump cards. What then ensued was a ‘discussion’ around how much I should pay, how frequently and for how long. I agreed to everything. I was unable to do anything else. I had been totally overpowered and overwhelmed by pleasure, not pain. I knew that I was being totally manipulated but despite (or because of) this had no defence whatsoever.
It wasn’t until Mistress declared that it was time for a break that she revealed that she had been videoing the whole episode. Not only that, she had also been live streaming everything to those willing to pay through adult work. I had been pimped without even knowing it. In the circumstances I really didn’t mind at all. I was pleased if Mistress was able to make a little extra from my torments. We took a breather and I completed a small DIY job for Mistress whilst she had her lunch.
It wasn’t long before Mistress declared our break to be over and with a devilish glint in her eyes she ordered me to return to the dungeon. It looked like she was preparing the whipping bench. This wasn’t good at all. As Mistress put the bondage mitts back onto my shaking hands and proceeded to strap me to the bench I feared for what came next. My last session ended with Mistress writing into my records, held on her computer, that I was owed 37 strokes of the cane for being slow to respond to her texts. My ‘excuse’ had been that I had been watching bargain hunt had done nothing to help my cause. Once inescapably secured to the bench Mistress declared that this was indeed about to happen. Worse still she picked up a gag and placed it beside me. It produced one of the reactions in me I still consider to be something of a contradiction. It excited me to think that Mistress would add to her control of the moment by preventing me from calling out in pain whilst scaring me that she was about to hurt me so badly that she was going to need to apply it.
Mistress brought her head down to that of mine on the bench and looked me in the eyes and told me in no uncertain terms that if I ever chose to renege on my Findom agreement that she would expose me on her website, her twitter and would put posters up on the lampposts around my home. She then went on to explain that today she was going to be kind to me. She explained that we both knew that it was necessary that I should be punished for my misdemeanours. (I actually agree with her on this point. I do need to be genuinely punished for mistakes made. My submission to Mistress would not be complete without it). But she went on to tell me that as I had been such a good slave for agreeing her FinDom terms that she would use the riding crop on me instead of the cane. I had to concede that this was truly a kindness. I HATE the cane. I don’t look forward to a riding crop either for that matter, but knew it would be just a little more bearable. But 37 strokes? I doubt I have ever taken more than 15 of anything in the past. This was going to be really difficult, and it was. All I will say is that Mistress administers a beating with great care and understanding. She is precise and measured. She taunts and she plays with your mind as she inflicts pain. Although I really don’t like the pain it almost feels as if Mistress is doing it out of a greater kindness. I survived the 37 strokes without too many tears and tensed for a moment as Mistress ran her nails over my now very sore bum. It was over.
Mistress released me from the bench and told me to go upstairs and lay on the bed. I was so happy to hear this instruction. I suspected that I was about to be strapped to the bed to be treated to a happy ending to a wonderful session. If ever a session is going to end with a happy ending this is where I can enjoy it most. It allows the rest of my body to relax whilst gaining maximum pleasure where it matters most! And this is what almost happened… I was indeed secured spread-eagled to the bed. Mistress had by this time changed back into her wonderful summer dress and appeared happy with her days work. And after several more minutes of teasing and edging Mistress did indeed treat me to one of the most wonderful happy ending imaginable. The only problem was that at the point that Mistress believed that there was no more cum to be produced and she had moved onto just gently stroking the end of her property I realised that there was still a great deal of cum waiting to be produced. The result therefore was half a proper orgasm and half a terribly painful ruin. I am not sure which Mistress enjoyed the most. I suspect the latter.
I went home that afternoon totally exhausted! I think Mistress probably was too. 5hrs is a long time whichever side of the equation you are on. It was a fabulous session. Thank you Mistress. You are incredible at what you do both during and outside of sessions.