Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Putty In Her Hands

Slave Taquin found himself the recipient of subtle grooming that resulted in the purchase of a latex dress for myself and a new-found love of Findom for him.  I have posted about my own personal take on findom before. You can view the video HERE.  I’m not out to ruin slaves, that’s just not my thing to be honest. I prefer to groom and subtly manipulate my slaves to realise that they get a thrill from not just purchasing something for me but by the way I went about it; in a sophisticated, seductive and non bratty manner. Clever.  The type of ‘consensual’ manipulation that blossoms over time in a long-term D/s relationship and with a professional dominatrix.  He was, of course, rewarded for his gift of devotion with the allowance of kink world access. Something that I had taken away from him to assist my goal.

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Putty in her hands

On Sunday I submitted my blog during which I had referred to the torment of not being able to read Mistresses blog intros. This seemed to please her as her response to me was: ‘you have played so perfectly into my hands’. I wasn’t really sure what this meant but suspected that I would suffer in some way as a result!

Later that day I sent a text and asked for permission to do 3 things:
1) To remove my device for a couple of days as I was going to be away and knew that I would not be able to hide it (for reasons I won’t bore you with here).
2) To be allowed to take my vanilla lady friend out for the morning and then lunch.
3) Due to my level of desperation I asked if I could bring forward the date of my next session.

The first response that I received was ‘I will think about your requests’, and then I received the following:
1) Yes
2) ‘Yes, take your key safe
3) ‘Don’t know, I might just make you suffer’

I was relieved by 1), worried by 2) and terribly teased by 3)

On Monday Mistress told me that Sissy Mouse had blogged that she appeared to have a harder edge now. I had to agree that he was absolutely correct, and I also had to confess to Mistress that I really liked it. The result of this confession was to make me incredibly hard and horny. It is always the same when I tell Mistress something like this. I think it is just another way for me to submit to Mistress. I find myself telling her something that my brain tells me is not sensible to disclose but results in me handing over even more knowledge, and therefore power, to Mistress.

Later that day I realised for the first time that my time allowances on the PC were just that, an allowance. I could see that it was due to lock out again an hour later, but if I only used it for 5 minutes and then signed off, I could sign back on an hour later and I would still have 55 minutes left. It was a revelation that resulted in me logging in and out multiple times and staying in touch with all the Twittering for most of the day. What fun.

Tuesday was a quiet day with a couple of texts exchanged at the beginning of the day and then nothing.

On Wednesday morning Mistress told me that she would be busy with one of her other interests and so I made a mental note not to contact her and got on with vanilla life. Having been out on a job until early afternoon I returned to my workshop to find that my PC access time had been and gone (so much for it being a more flexible ‘time allowance’). This really disappointed me as I needed my daily dose of Twitter. I thought about sending Mistress a text but remembered that she might still be busy. In the end I decided to click on the button on my PC screen that would send a request to the ‘adults in my household’ for additional PC time. I reasoned that Mistress would only see this if she was back in Mistress mode in front of her PC. A few minutes later my phone pinged and I saw a text from Mistress that just said ‘why?’ I explained that I had missed my opportunity to go onto my pc to look at Twitter. I also took the opportunity to ask if I would be allowed to look at Mistresses web site as I still hadn’t been allowed to read any recent blogs or their intro’s. Mistress told me that I would ‘hate her’ once she did eventually allow me to look at the blogs. I responded truthfully that that would never happen and started to fret about what she had meant by that.

The next text I received was unusual. Mistress sent me a picture of a lovely pink latex dress and told me that she thought it was very ‘her’. I looked at the text and knew it for what it was. Mistress was telling me (very nicely of course) that I was to buy it for her. I looked at the price. Just over £100, a lot of money. Unsure of what my response was going to be I quickly replied that I thought that she would look wonderful in it. I tried to access my PC once again and found that I had been allowed onto it. I quickly opened up the internet and typed in ‘Missdeelight.com’. Blocked! I typed in ‘Twitter.com’. It opened! Wonderful. I looked for any posts from Mistress, and there it was. Mistress had tweeted that she wanted the pink latex dress. I thought about it again. Mistress is so kind to me. She looks after me and gives me so much pleasure. She has given me permission to remove my device this weekend and is going to allow me to spend time with my vanilla friend. And she had just allowed me onto Twitter. I reasoned that I really should show my appreciation. I sent her a text asking her if she would allow me to buy the dress for her. Mistress responded that she was surprised that it had taken me so long to offer and that she hoped that it would arrive in time for her to wear at my next session. My heart raced at the thought. Within a couple of minutes Mistress had thanked me publicly on Twitter. It made me feel good. And a couple of minutes later I discovered that Mistress had allowed me to access her website for the first time in ages. I knew that I was being rewarded for my good behaviour. Throughout this whole exchange I had been feeling more and more horny. I was now beside myself with the need for release. I sent Mistress a ridiculous text asking her permission to remove my device and provide myself an orgasm. Her response will not surprise anyone reading this. It was ‘Hahahaha’. Mistress asked me why I was so horny all of a sudden. I had to confess that it was because she had ‘encouraged’ me to buy her something. It really was a confession for me as I have always said that Findom was not my thing. Mistress explained that I had enjoyed it because it showed her control over me and that she had allowed me to access her website as a reward. She went on to say that I was ‘wrapped around her finger’. All I can say is that it was a wonderful feeling that has caused me to feel differently about Findom. I have now been taught the joy of Findom the Miss Deelight way!

The next morning I sent my required text to Mistress and told her how ridiculously horny I had been all of the previous evening and night. I told her that I had even found myself trying to play with her property through the gaps in the bars of the device. This obviously amused her as she quickly copied it and posted it on Twitter for all to see. What she didn’t tweet was the fact that she was also telling me off by text for even trying to play with her property. Mistress told me that she wasn’t sure now that I could be trusted to be released from the device for the forthcoming weekend. Not being released would have been a big problem for me and so I was forced to make all sorts of guarantees and promises about how I would not abuse the freedom if granted it.

This wasn’t good enough for Mistress however. She demanded to know the name of who I was going to be with over the weekend. I responded with his name. Mistress knows of him and that he is a good mate who is totally unaware of my Fetish interests, and that I would like to keep it that way. Mistress then sent me some sort of image file by text with an additional text that told me that if I did abuse my freedom from the device that she would make sure that my friend got to hear all about me. For some reason I was unable to see the image that Mistress had sent me on my phone but I was pretty sure that it was either a screen shot of my contact information for my friend from my phone or possibly his Facebook page. It didn’t really matter too much either way. I was going to have to be a good pet during my short lived freedom.

The weekend arrived and I removed the device. I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to try to cope with it for the next few days. Whilst Mistress can be relied upon to be totally unreasonable and demanding at times she does understand that just occasionally vanilla life does need to be accommodated. She is very good at differentiating between what is important and what is not. I trust her judgement at such times and appreciate her all the more for it.

Whilst we did keep in touch over the next few days I was largely left to enjoy my few days of freedom and vanilla fun. I was required on one day to edge myself twice. I did as instructed but actually found it really difficult to raise the enthusiasm having well and truly dropped out of sub-space. On another occasion Mistress referred to the fact that she hadn’t forgotten that I was meeting with my vanilla lady friend next week. It worries me! And then on the morning of my return home I awoke to find that Mistress had hidden many of the apps on my phone. I texted her to say that I could tell that I was on my last day of freedom. Her response was two winking and two evil emoticons.

I returned home, locked myself up again and confirmed the lock number to Mistress. Life had begun to return to normal.


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