Slave Taquin – Distane Control Journal – Most Amazing Session

Whilst it is all very well and good, me accommodating the fantasies of my slaves; my slaves must also realise that they are ultimately there to serve me in whatever way I desire.  So, if a slave does not like pain but I am in the mood for it, then my slaves (especially my long-term ones)  should suck it up and take it.  Of course with my expert guidance. Read on to discover how I got Slave Taquin through something (else) he would have never considered possible…..


I was not able to provide a blog last week as I had a family bereavement & some personal health problems to deal with. Mistress has done what she can during this difficult time but ultimately I needed to find my own peace with it in my own way. By Monday of this week I felt like I was ready to return to the fetish world. In fact Mistress kindly allowed me a little more time to come to terms with all that had happened and it wasn’t until Wednesday afternoon that she asked me during the afternoon if all was still ‘dangling free’. She was of course asking whether or not I had locked myself back into chastity following a trip abroad the previous week. The truth was that I hadn’t locked up again. When I had got back from my trip I had not felt like it. Even once my mind had started to return to its natural submissive state I had not locked up again. It doesn’t feel right to do so without receiving a direct instruction from Mistress. It is after all not for me to decide when I should or should not be locked. I did know however that I needed to be locked. Without some form of tangible control from Mistress I feel a little empty and rather lost.
I replied to Mistress and told her that I was indeed still dangling free. The next text from Mistress did not surprise me at all. It was ‘well I think the dangling should be replaced by the bon4!’ Mistress normally only makes me wear the bon4 for a few days at a time as it is even heavier and more restrictive than my normal stainless steel device. This made sense as I was due at the HOD on Saturday. I started to walk towards the safe hiding place for such things when I felt a wave of rash bravery washed over me. I decided to refuse to do as I was told! Why would I even think about doing such a thing? I guess that I felt the need to feel mistresses power. I wanted to know that she could make me do whatever she wanted, and that I had no choice.
I sent her the following text ‘Just occasionally I think it would be fun to say ‘No Mistress’. Yes I know this is not the outright defiance that my words a moment ago suggested. That is because I am a coward! But yet I still doubted my sanity. I watched the text page on my IPhone to see when Mistress read my text. 3 minutes later it showed that she had indeed read it. And my mind went into a small panic. What had I done?! I hadn’t actually said no, but Mistress could interpret it that way if she chose to. I sent another text that said ‘but then I get scared and change my mind’. I watched to see when it was read. But it wasn’t. Gulp! A vision came into my mind. It was of Mistress having put her phone to one side whilst accessing the copious data files that she has on her computer concerning me to gather up whatever she needed to respond to my (mildly) defiant response to being told to lock up. What would she do? At times like this I have agreed with Mistress that I have no limits. I just have to cope with whatever might happen. I thought it was quite possible that she would phone my house (she had done this once before pretending to be from my bank) hoping to scare the life out of me by talking to my wife. Or maybe she would post something innocuous on my social media in order to remind me of her access and power. Or maybe she was on her way to my home to ‘look for her lost cat’. Or maybe she would withdraw any possibility of an orgasm at my forthcoming session. Or maybe she would just torture the hell out of me once I got there. My brain is a terrible place sometimes!
I went to the cupboard where I keep such things, retrieved the bon4, locked it in place, took a picture and hastily sent it to Mistress with the words ‘and then I cave in before something terrible happens’. Again I watched my phone to check that Mistress had received and read my text but she didn’t. After a few more minutes of phone watching and worrying I realised it was time to take the dog out for a walk. I did so reluctantly as I was still fearful of repercussions. It was a quick walk for the dog (she wasn’t pleased) and 30 minutes later I walked back into the house and removed my boots. As I did so my wife said to me in passing ‘a lady from PlusNet called and wanted to talk to you about our internet package’. Alarm bells rang loudly in my head. I asked if this lady had left a number, but apparently not. As soon as I was alone I dialled 1471 expecting to either get a number withheld response or the number of my Mistress. I actually got a 0114 (Sheffield) number instead. The call had been genuine after all.
Some minutes later I got a text from Mistress that just said ‘lol, back in your place’. This was her response to my texts and my ‘lock up’ picture. I had proved once again that my mind is my biggest weakness and my worst enemy!
Later that evening Mistress posted several things on Twitter. She has been absent from it during a period of illness and so I was really pleased to see her return. I hoped it indicated a start of a return to good health. One tweet grabbed my attention in particular. Mistress had tweeted about a lovely silk dressing gown that she would like. Now I do enjoy buying pretty things for my Mistress. In particular I like to buy pretty things that are personal and for her. I have been known to be slightly shallower sometimes and buy Mistress lingerie that I would like her to wear at a session, but I prefer it when the gift is less selfish. I looked at the price of the silk gown and hesitated. It was more than £100. I wondered if I should actually be saving my pennies already for the moment that Mistress takes her 2018 fee from me. But December seems such a long way off and so I threw caution to the wind and bought the gown for Mistress instead. And it made me very horny having done so. I wanted to text Mistress and ask if, as a reward, I could remove the device and provide myself an orgasm. But that would be ridiculous. I had only been wearing it for a couple of hours! And I had a session on the Saturday. And I knew that Mistress would think that I was just trying to get her to deny me with a ‘no’. It would have appeared blatantly manipulative on my part and so I just basked in the knowledge that I had made Mistress happy and went to bed feeling a lot better about myself.
This next section will have to be rather to the point. Having a session on a Saturday does not allow much writing time before blog submission is required on a Sunday! Please excuse its brevity therefore.
Saturday morning arrived and I sent my morning text to Mistress. At that time there was no indication of the challenges that would face me later in the day. By 10.35am I found myself naked (apart from the Bon4 weighing heavily on my privates) and kneeling on the floor of the HOD dungeon. Mistress had come down stairs and was stood in front of me. There were no stockings and suspenders or soft lacy bras today. Instead I looked up to find Mistresses firm shapely body shimmering in black shiny latex; she had fishnet tights on leading down those slim legs to black high heeled shoes. She looked magnificent! She looked down on me briefly before walking behind me and tying my slave collar in place. ‘Step into the cage’ was her instruction. I did as I was told and Mistress locked the cage door shut before making me place my hands through the bars and strapping and padlocked a leather bondage mitt onto each of them. She linked them together and walked away confident in the knowledge that there was no escape for me now. I was left in silence. The arousal that I had felt when Mistress was with me eventually evaporated and I was left alone with my thoughts for a while.
A little while later Mistress returned and gathered up the phone, key safe and the Uberkinky device that I normally wear long term. She stood behind the whipping bench and pushed it to the middle of the room. This didn’t bode well at all. Mistress didn’t say a word but just went back into the lounge shutting the door behind her. It was at this point that I started to fret a little! Mistress has been very kind during what has been a difficult time for me and has allowed me free access to the fetish internet. During much of this time I have not actually been that interested in it, but just occasionally it proved a welcome relief to be able to trawl through Twitter and all sorts of fun internet sites. Now though I was beginning to worry about what Mistress would find on my phone. Thinking about it as I write this I realise that there wouldn’t be any surprises for her. For instance if she looked at the hash tags most often searched against in Twitter she would have found:
#TPE (that I only recently discovered stands for Total Power Exchange)
#Blackmail
#Chastity
#Teamviewer
#Mixedwrestling
No surprises to be had there then!
The other thing that worried me (and made me very hot at the same time) was the fact that I suddenly realised that I had a ‘notes’ page on my phone onto which I had written all of my vanilla social media and email passwords. I thought it would be useful whilst I was abroad. I imagined Mistress copying them to her own files in order to increase her leverage even further. It sent a shiver of fear down my spine that she could post on my social media sites if I stepped out of line. But in my TPE world it also made me as horny as hell. The silence was unnerving.
A few more minutes went by before Mistress came into the dungeon again. She stood in front of the cage and for the first time touched my naked body. Briefly she ran her fingers up and down my chest. She smiled as she gently tweaked my nipples, looked me in the eyes and said ‘today Taquin I am probably going to make you cry’. – And do you know what? I really didn’t mind. It was such a powerful & dominating thing for her to say. I thought about protesting or asking for mercy but my heart wouldn’t have been in it. I need Mistress to stimulate my emotions. She makes me feel alive.
Mistress left the dungeon once more and I found that all vanilla thoughts had left my mind. Instead I realised my situation for what it truly was. I was held captive by a beautiful, powerful woman who could do whatever she wanted to me. I had no control of the situation whatsoever. Mistresses property was fighting with its cage and dribbling more than it had done for a long time.
A few minutes later Mistress returned, and I knew that the session was about to start. She told me that today was going to be my first ever ‘punishment session’. Now I have to say that at that point I did think to myself that I had had punishment sessions before. Sitting here uncomfortably on a sore bum writing this at 5am on a Sunday morning I can confirm that what I had in the past was a ‘mild telling off’. Yesterday was indeed my first ever (with Miss Deelight or anyone else for that matter) ‘punishment session’. Mistress explained to me precisely what was about to happen and how she was going to help me get through it. She also explained that if I did successfully cope with it she would remove my chastity device and provide me with an orgasm. That was one thing that I desperately needed at that point!
Mistress released me from the cage and directed me to the space under the stairs where many of the tools of her trade are stored. I was to choose two implements and Mistress would choose 4 more. (She had explained to me that my punishment session would consist of 12 strokes each from 6 different implements). I reasoned in my mind that I should choose implements that were short and provided her with less leverage. I therefore chose the short wooden paddle with the ‘batman’ motif on it and a short-handled implement with multiple soft rubber strands. Mistress on the other hand took the opposite approach and chose long implements with plenty of leverage. I was later to discover the difference between big, wide bodied bats that ‘pounded’ my backside with weight and force and the thin but light cane that stung like nothing had ever before.
Moments later I found myself strapped to the bench with Mistress telling me all about breathing through the pain, the chemicals that would be released through my body and how she was going to help me through the next 45 minutes to an hour of punishment. Mistress explained that she would prepare me and warm me up with a hand spanking before commencing the punishment. And so she did. And it was at this point that I started yelping! I did think to myself that if this was the warm up I was in deep trouble. I was right. After the ‘warm up’ Mistress started on the first implement. It was my rubber stranded whip and as short as it was Mistress still managed to get enough purchase on it for it to hurt like hell. After each stroke I was to state how many strokes of that set I had had and to thank Mistress. And so I did. And this is how the session progressed. Each set of strokes getting progressively harder (or maybe my bum was getting progressively more sore) and with me counting and thanking Mistress for what she was doing to me. Several times Mistress demanded that I repeat my slave mantra to her. This made it even more difficult to remember which stroke of a set we were on, but I maintained focus. And all the way through Mistress coached me on coping techniques; she encouraged me and supported me and she used her hands to sooth away the pain between sets. After the third device and therefore 36 strokes I thanked Mistress for looking after me. That’s how it felt. She was doing something to me that was in my own best interest but caring for me and helping me get through it.
After the fourth implement my body started to shake and I felt a warm flush spread through me. Mistress told me that I had entered Sub Space as she went to work with number 5 (a large wide bat). I am still not sure if it was sub space or shock! It all finished with, what is for me the most fearful implement of all, the cane.
And then it was over. Mistress released me from the bench and allowed me to sit up. I was shaking and dizzy. Mistress allowed me to come to my senses whilst congratulating me for what I had achieved. I felt triumphant in my success but decidedly shaky as I made my way upstairs for my reward. Mistress told me to sit on the side of the bed and fed me sweet chewy sweets until I had properly regained my senses. Once she knew I was ready she made me lie down, secured my wrists to the bed head, removed the device and provided me with a lovely orgasm. I showered, dressed and went back downstairs. Mistress told me to put my uberkinky device on and secured it shut with a padlock before providing me with a much-needed sweet cup of tea and allowed me to chat with her for a few minutes to allow me to come down from the whole experience.
I feel I have rather rushed through the telling of the tale. But I need to spend just a little while explaining how I felt after the session and now as I write this. As always this helps me to reconcile my experiences and emotions.
After the session I got back into my car drove a little way and then parked to eat a sandwich, bought on my way to the HOD, and to check to see what had been posted on Twitter. I saw the Tweet from Mistress posted when I was already caged in the HOD. It said…
‘I’m in the mood for punishment but I doubt slave Taquin is. He hates it. Who cares? Not me!’
Despite the fact that I had been allowed a lovely orgasm only a few minutes earlier I felt things coming back to life in the chastity cage.
And so this is how I feel about what happened yesterday. I still don’t like pain. I might have reached ‘sub space’ but I didn’t feel any euphoria in that moment. I will forever be a wimp! It was however a wonderful session. There were many things that I loved about it. I loved the fact that Mistress was so assertive. She wasn’t at all aggressive. She was just strict and matter of fact and so totally in control. I loved the fact that she sent me away from the session locked. I loved the fact that Mistress did what she wanted to do. (It is important to me that she gets some pleasure from my submission to her). I think most of all I loved the fact that Mistress continues to make her own decisions about what is right for me. Yesterday proved to me that I need a Mistress who is just as capable of providing me ‘softer pleasures’ as she is to make me do things or to endure things that I would, given a choice, put on my hard limits list. In doing so she ensures that I never feel safe and that I properly understand who is really in control. It will therefore go down as one of my best sessions ever.
I can confirm that after the session I did feel relaxed and happy. Mistress was very kind and more than once sent me texts to ensure that I had not ‘come down with a bump’. My vanilla worries had been pushed to the back of my mind and had thankfully been replaced by thoughts of a Mistress who controls and cares for me. Sitting here this morning I know that my Mistress owns me.

 


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