Sometimes, a Mistress has to step back and allow her slave to experiment with his fantasies for himself. It had already been discussed that I would not be able to provide Slave Taquin with the wrestling fantasy that he had in his head, however now it seems that I absolutely will. Slave Taquin did have to learn the hard way though!
This week was ‘session week’. And how I felt like I needed it! For various reasons my usual session frequency of once every 4 weeks had turned into an 8 week gap. I was desperate for an orgasm, locked as I was in a chastity device, but most of all I knew that I needed something else that only Mistress can properly provide. I desperately needed her control.
Mistress always uses sessions to ‘top up’ my understanding of the control that she holds over me. They are an opportunity to be praised or to be punished but whatever happens I leave knowing that I am owned by Miss Deelight. As already stated it was now 8 weeks since my last ‘top up’. In addition to this the extent of the distance control that I had experienced had reduced. I think that this was partly due to the fact that Mistress knew that I had a major work project to complete. It felt like she had taken a step back from inflicting the tasks and torments that she would often subject me to in order to allow me the space to get my work done. But my feeling of a lack of control also resulted from me having messed up my phone. As we all know I do have to try to escape. Mistress had locked down my phone several weeks earlier and blocked me from accessing all ‘fun’ sites, with the exception of her Facebook group. To cut a long story short I had somehow broken free. This left me in the horrible position of knowing that I could look at stuff but desperately trying to resist the temptations. And in that same process I had also messed up my Facebook account and so I had to exit the slave group on there.
That is the back story to why I really needed my session this week. But I didn’t just have 2 and a half hours with Mistress to look forward to on the Saturday. I had also been given permission to have another wrestling session with Princess for an hour beforehand. Saturday was all set to be a brilliant day!
My week started as most do with me submitting my blog and hoping that Mistress thinks it worthy of publishing. We exchanged emails on the subject of my Facebook account in particular. Mistress tried to help me sort it out in order that I was able to rejoin the group, but it didn’t quite work
Mistress had a much needed day off on the Monday. For my part I decided to exchange emails with Princess about our forthcoming session. I had enjoyed my first session with her very much but we both wanted to discuss how the second session could be even better. The major theme was the fact that I am a wimp who can’t deal with pain and that I wanted her to take it easy on me! To an experienced wrestler whose primary mission is to hurt her opponent and make him or her tap out (submit), this provided much opportunity for mirth at my expense.
On Tuesday I woke feeling particularly flat. I told Mistress that I feared that I had become vanilla. She mocked me and told me that was never going to happen.
On Wednesday I confessed how easy it was for me to now access Mistresses website through my phone. I went on to tell her that I thought that the only solution would be for her to take a look at my phone during my session on the Saturday. Her response shook me. It was ‘I think that’s a great idea, once I’ve punished you’. It created a response that still surprises me. I became instantly, intensely Horny! The last thing I want is to be punished and yet Mistresses property behaves in a way that proves that I have absolutely no understanding of its needs. I back pedaled like mad. I was after all only guilty of owning up to my freedoms.
Thursday and Friday were taken up with discussions about Mistresses new puppy and some gentle teasing about my session to come on the Saturday.
And so session day arrived and I sent my morning messages to confirm that I was fit and well and looking forward to my sessions, one to Mistress and one to Princess. Mistress responded that she wasn’t going to session with me today as ‘she couldn’t be arsed’. Luckily for me it was only a moment later that she said ‘only joking’.
I made my way to Newport and to my second ever bout with Princess. I thoroughly enjoyed it, in particular because she had taken on board the fact that she could still ‘win’ whilst using less force. Of course I can never gain ‘full satisfaction’ from such a meeting as I am locked in chastity throughout. By the end of the session I was exhausted and through no fault of Princess I had somehow ‘cricked’ my neck. I left however with a smile on my face and very much looking forward to the main reason for my visit to Newport, a session with my Mistress.
I got into my car and drove the short distance to the HOD. I only had 20 minutes to wait until I was due to see Mistress but in that time I had ‘come down’ following my wrestling and worse still my neck had really started to trouble me. By the time I walked into the HOD I imagine that I must have looked like a bit of a wreck. Mistress sat me down in the lounge and chatted for a while. I am sure that she could tell that I wasn’t in the best shape to start a session. After a little while Mistress ordered me to go upstairs, undress and lay on the bed. Soon afterwards she entered the room, strapped me to the bed, put a pillow under my head, removed my chastity device, blindfolded me and left me to consider my position for the next hour. In normal circumstances this would allow to start to drift into sub space. But I had already been in subspace whilst pinned down on the wrestling mats. The only drifting I was going to do today was into sleep that was rudely interrupted from time to time by the pain in my neck.
It was only at the end of my hour when things began to perk up a bit. Mistress called up the stairs and told me that she had sorted out my phone and that it was now like Fort Knox. The thought that Mistress had taken the opportunity to reinstate one of her ways of controlling me whilst I laid helplessly strapped to her bed brought her property bouncing back to life. This was reinforced by the knowledge that she was about to enter the room and that my session proper was about to start.
Mistress came back into the room and commented correctly on how pleased her property was to see her. I still couldn’t see her properly as I was blindfolded. But I could see enough under the bottom of the blindfold to know that Mistress was dressed in black and stood in front of the mirror admiring her curves. She walked over to the bed, released my bindings, made me sit up and removed the blindfold. And there she was. I could see Mistress properly for the first time. She was wearing black boots with fabulous heels, a black lycra bodysuit and a black corset. Mistresses’ figure currently boasts some sumptuous new curves having regained a little weight following her marathon running shape last year. And it suits her. So sexy!
Mistress made me stand in front of her whilst she secured my wrists behind my back and then proceeded to do one of my favourite things. She got a length of cord and tied my balls up. There is something about the way she pushes everything into shape before winding a cord around and around that gets me going every time. Best of all though is the moment that she forms a knot and draws it tighter and tighter. Bliss. Mistress attached a dog lead to the bindings and led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the dungeon. And that is where I am going to stop telling the tale of my session on Saturday. Things just didn’t work out as either of us would have wanted. My neck hurt so much that it prevented Mistress being able to do anything with me and my brain could not get into the right zone as a result. Also the effect of the physical exhaustion following my wrestling and the coming down after it actually just messed things up rather than improving them. In the end Mistress ordered me into the cage, teased me with her wonderful curvy backside and then treated me to a lovely orgasm.
I went upstairs and had a shower before returning to Mistress to be locked back into the chastity device. And even that didn’t go to plan! I realised that a modification that I had done to stop me accidentally slipping out of it had come undone and that I would have to do some work on it in my workshop before being able to put it back on and feel secure. Mistress kindly agreed that I should do that. She locked my spare key into the key safe and gave me the open padlock to be attached once the modifications had been completed. (I am now locked again as I write this and the photographic evidence has been sent to Mistress).
Yesterday Mistress and I exchanged emails and agreed that this week’s session was just a hiccup. It was a good word for it. I have not descended into a pit of despair and self-pity. I am disappointed that the day didn’t go as well as either of us would have liked and have learnt a lesson. I think that having a wrestling session before a HOD session was a mistake. Not just because of the risk of injury to my poor inflexible body but because I should always arrive at the HOD fresh and feeling ready for whatever is about to happen. It is a dilemma for me however. I did enjoy my wrestling session and really appreciated the care that Princess took (the neck thing was due to my ageing body as much as anything). I might ask Mistress if she will allow me to wrestle again at some time when I am not due at the HOD on the same day. I will have to think on that.
Mistress and I have started to communicate about my next session already. Oh, and my phone….
I have tried and tried. But I really can’t break free. I think that its ‘ownership’ has fully returned to Mistress now. It does leave me feeling exposed, helpless and vulnerable. Just the way I like to feel!