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  • Slave Taquin – Chastity/Distance Control Week 13 Diary

    I have you by the balls Slave


    By the end of this week I will be half way through my distance control contract with Miss Deelight. As is the case with all good things, time is passing too quickly for my liking. If however the second half is as wonderful as the first, I will be a very lucky slave indeed.

    My first text of the week to Mistress confessed the fact that after two weeks of denial I was now getting somewhat desperate. Her response was to to send a series of texts that just played with my mind, and my cock. All I wanted to know was whether or not I was permitted to touch myself at bedtime that night. Mistress seemed to enjoy making me wait for an answer. Eventually I was given the OK to have a stroke before bed time. I consider myself to be very lucky if I am allowed to do this. My cock does now belong to Mistress and I consider such permission to be a gift from her. It is something of a ‘double edged sword’ however as once I have stroked it means that I am even hornier and desperate than before. This is both good and bad!

    The following day commenced with the bad news that Mistress was unwell. She had picked up some winter virus that would not go away. Whilst I continued to receive instructions from Mistress, that were followed as always, I found myself too concerned for her well being to feel the benefit of them. I like to think that it is a truth of human nature that we care for the well being of others. Therefore if Mistress is unwell I am concerned for her and inevitably the nature of our relationship is effected temporarily. I guess I know longer felt under her control. I stopped texting for instructions and got on with life again.

    On Friday night I could tell that Mistress had begun to improve. I was on a packed train on my way back from a nice meal with friends in London. It was the last train back and so I had been very relieved to jump aboard just before it left Paddington station. I settled in to one of the last remaining seats in cattle class. My fellow passengers either looked weary after a long week at the office or pleasantly refreshed after a night on the town. I was just drifting off to sleep when the first text came through from Mistress. She wanted to know where I was. I told her. She inquired why I had been to London. I told her. She reminded me of the fact that trains contained toilets. Oh dear! I was instructed to go to the toilet cubicle and edge myself straight away. When I receive a message like this to do something immediately it almost seems like Mistress is there with me. Therefore I made my way past standing passengers, and the guy who is inevitably sat on the floor outside the cubicle, locked myself in the cubicle, and did what I was told. Surprisingly it didn’t take long. I say surprisingly as I hate doing anything like this in a public environment. It is a real turn off for me. It worked for me in this instance as I had the instructions from Mistress fresh in my mind. I returned to my seat and reported my success to Mistress. She told me that it had seemed too quick, and that I was to wait 10 minutes and go and do it again. This time with photographic evidence! The discomfort of doing such a thing again played on my mind for the next 10 minutes. At the required time I went to the toilet cubicle at the other end of the carriage (therefore hoping that my fellow travelers would not notice another trip to the toilet – I don’t know why it concerns me but it does). As hard as I tried to edge myself nothing was happening. This was partly due to the people who kept trying the toilet door to see if it was really engaged. I  took a photo of a very limp cock, returned to my seat and sent it to Mistress. I was worried that Mistress might be angry at my failure, but fortunately she just seemed to find it very funny. Needless to say I never did get any sleep on my return home. Mistress was starting to re-impose herself on my life.

    The following day was pretty straightforward. I went fishing and therefore only exchanged texts with Mistress in the early evening. She asked how many fish I had caught. I said ‘2’. She said that that was crap and imposed an instant 4 day ban on touching myself!! I do get so horny when Mistress is tough and uncompromising. I became instantly hard.

    Following a restless nights sleep thinking about Mistress I sent my morning text. As part of this I asked when she will  allow me to meet with her again. I have been hoping for many weeks that the meeting will take place, but it has not been possible up until now. I am actually quite proud of the fact that I have not asked this question for a while now, but this morning I feel that I really need to be with her. Mistress responds that she is working it into her schedule. Thank goodness. But then she asks for ‘my availability over the next 2 weeks’. 2 weeks! I text her and suggest that she is teasing me. Her response puts me firmly back into my ‘sub’ space. Although she understands that I have been a good boy by being so patient I am to suffer with the fact that the meeting might not happen for a fortnight. Mistress informs me that she is enjoying torturing me. If I felt that I had regained any power in our relationship earlier in the week, it has well and truly been taken away from me now. I am totally helpless again and Mistress is driving me absolutely nuts!

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  • Slave Taquin – Chastity/Distance Control Week 9 Diary

    Poor Slave Taquin had his heart ripped out this week in what was a very skilfully delivered act of genius on my part; a true forced orgasm.  Someone on twitter asked me how any orgasm could possibly be bad; you’re about to find out…..

    I started the week with something of an epiphany! Up until the point when Mistress took control of my orgasms I had thought that my degree of hornyness and general desperation to cum was largely driven by the length of time that I had been without release. Indeed when I commenced this distance control contract with her I had gone as far as to believe that, it was likely that the more often that she took me through the cycle of tease, denial and suffering followed eventually by the opportunity to cum, I would in some way become accustomed to it. The belief being therefore that I would need to be denied for longer each time for it to have the same effect. This has proved in practice to be total bollocks! The reality has been that Mistress has managed to get me in a total mess earlier and earlier in each cycle. I am writing this on day 4 of my current period of denial by Mistress. All it took today was for Mistress to send me one brief text enjoying my predicament and teasing me about the future, and as a result I feel quite desperate. I am not even sure what I am desperate for? I know that an orgasm would feel fantastic at the moment and it would certainly relieve the pressure building up in my balls, but at the same time I yearn to be put into the chastity device that Mistress has for me in order that she can torment me to new levels of desperation. So what is the promised epiphany? It is simply this. The better that Mistress gets to know me, the easier it is for her to drive me nuts, and the sooner it is in each cycle that the red mist of desperation descends. I am contracted to Mistress for a further 4 and a half months. I hate to think what she will be able to do to me by then.

    As each day went by I was either instructed to stroke, edge or abstain from touching altogether. Mistress would also tease me in her daily texts with what it would feel like to be in Chastity and with the promise that it was going to happen very soon. The days went by and Mistress filled my thoughts. I felt increasingly excited but also scared. The fear in this situation is a positive reminder of the situation I find myself in. It is driven by the genuine discomfort in the fact that all of the power in this relationship sits with Mistress. I have never been in such a relationship before whether that be personal or work related. Even at work I had some ‘power’ over my boss. With Mistress I have to accept being totally powerless. I knew that being put into a chastity device would make this absolute.

    Finally the day arrived. I sent my morning text to Mistress confirming that I was looking forward to our session and she replied confirming details. The die was cast. I really was going to go through with it. The day was spent in much the same way as those previously, trying to get on with earning a living whilst sneaking the occasional look at a picture, text or Vine clip of Mistress and dreaming of what was to come. As the day progressed my excitement and trepidation grew. At this point I should mention a daily occurrence that I have to deal with. Each day I battle with myself not to trouble Mistress with unnecessary texts. Sometimes I manage to go a whole day with only texting first thing in the morning and sometimes I just have to give in, either to tell her how I feel or with the need to hear from her just one more time. Well as the day of my session progressed I found that I had to send just one more text before getting ready to depart for our session. It was a short text telling Mistress that I felt that the clock that I had been watching all day was turning much more slowly than normal. I sent the text and awaited a response. Several minutes later my phone ‘dinged’ to tell me that Mistress had responded. I picked it up and eagerly went to the messages to see what she had said. I stood shocked and horrified as I read….

    ‘I have changed my mind Slave. I have decided that I don’t want to lock you up today. Instead I want you to go to the bathroom and masturbate and orgasm at the time that we were meant to be meeting. That is all’.

    With my mind in turmoil I read and re-read the text from Mistress. I know that any instruction from Mistress is normally final. But was I being tested or teased today? I sent a text telling Mistress how much I wanted to see her today and how I really, really was ready to be locked in a chastity device. She sent me a You Tube clip of a bleating lamb! I told her that I had enjoyed the clip but hoped that our session would progress as previously planned. She told me to refer to the earlier text that told me that it wasn’t going to happen. This exchange continued briefly. My pleading was to no avail. Mistress was absolutely serious. The session was off. So dear reader, how did I feel at this point? In truth many of my emotions could be compared to a 10 year old having a long awaited trip to the theme park cancelled at the last-minute! I was devastated, very upset, and in some ways angry (I had after all told a work colleague that I did not need him to work with me that day and provided myself with a cover story for my absence for those that needed to be told). I did also consider the possibility that something had happened to Mistress during the day and that the session cancellation was a ‘cover’ for her misfortune. As the afternoon progressed and the time for my masturbation neared my disappointment grew. I had believed that this day was the one where Mistress was going to make my denial complete with the application of the device. Instead I was not going to be with her and worse still I was to release the tension in my balls by having an orgasm!

    I am ultimately a well-behaved Slave. I have agreed that I will do whatever I am told. Therefore when the time of our cancelled session arrived I went to the bathroom to masturbate as instructed. After several minutes of trying it became obvious that all attempts to cum were proving futile. My mind was totally enveloped in the disappointment of the day. I stopped trying further and sent Mistress a text telling her of my failure. Within my text I did ask why she was doing this to me today. Was she OK? Was I being punished? Or was she just being terribly mischievous? The response received was stern and unequivocal. She was not pleased that I had failed the task and was to go a complete it, and NOW. I returned to the bathroom with Mistresses displeasure fresh in my mind and wanked. It was not easy, it was not particularly pleasurable but eventually I had the required orgasm. I sent Mistress my text informing her that I had completed the task. She asked how I felt and I replied honestly that I felt deflated and disappointed. Her response was clear. In summary it said that she had wanted to make me endure a forced orgasm (where every part of my mind and body did not want to cum, but where I had to anyway). She informed me that she knows how to control my cock. How to make it tick and how to make it, and me, suffer. She would at all times decide what was best for me. Pleading and begging just prolongs my suffering. I am helpless.

    As I woke the following morning I was reminded of the epiphany referred to at the beginning of this blog. Despite all that had happened the day before I had woken early, hard and horny. I did not realise in the moment that I sent my morning text to Mistress that I would, by the end of the day, be so desperate once again. The task that I was set for the day was new to me. I was to tie my cock and balls for the whole day but it was to be on the basis that they would be tied for one hour and released for one hour. Each time I released myself I was to stroke my cock for 1 minute. (I was soon to realise that each time I released myself I would instantly become hard and that a minute of stroking would be sufficient to take me close to the edge). This meant therefore that there were 7 times that I tied my cock and balls, 7 times that I released myself and 7 times that I stroked myself for one minute. 21 occasions to be forced to remember yesterday, 21 occasions to be taken close to the edge, 21 occasions be reminded of the total control that Mistress now has over me. 

    The roller coaster of emotion that Mistress is taking me on continues and I have no idea of what twist or turn awaits me. Whatever happens I know that my cock (and therefore much of my being) is being controlled by a wonderful, but totally uncompromising Mistress. As she has become tougher with me I have had to accept my true position in this relationship. This is the first genuine Dom / Sub relationship that I have experienced and it is one that I am learning to accept and embrace. I have sent my morning text and await my instructions.

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  • Slave Taquin – Chastity/Distance Control Week 8 Diary

    It was only a week and a half since my last proper orgasm. I say ‘proper’ as Mistress has been enjoying teasing me with card games recently. To start with a win was a win and I got to cum. More recently though a win has either been a timed wank challenge that inevitably I lose (it seems that I am unable to make myself cum when the clock is ticking down) or NOT having to endure a ruin. Therefore winning is now no fun and losing is far worse!

    In reality it is no time at all to have been denied. This is what I keep telling myself, but for some reason I have found the early days of this week to be quite difficult. Since my session with Mistress I now have a better understanding of what I have signed up for and it continues to thrill me. Indeed I think that Mistress has, at times, allowed my own imagination to flourish whilst only needing to embellish and guide where necessary. There was one task set by Mistress at the beginning of the week that totally dominated my thinking thereafter. I was to research & select a Chastity device and send my recommendation to Mistress for approval.

    Those of you who have followed this Blog from the beginning will know that the wearing of a Chastity device was not part of my plan! And yet by Tuesday  I found that I could think of nothing else. My mind was totally filled with the vision of Mistress locking it in place. It is an amazing contradiction that I still don’t understand. I am desperate to cum because I am being teased and denied and yet my ‘solution’ is to ask Mistress to make me suffer still further. I can only compare it to the wonderful moment when stripped naked at the HOD I put my hands behind my back and feel Mistress pull the rope tight around my wrists and tie the knot. I have allowed myself to be put in this predicament, but as the knot tightens, I know that I am totally helpless, and it feels so good! By Tuesday afternoon I had sent the text almost begging Mistress to lock me in a Chastity device. We agreed the specification and Mistress placed the order.

    The following morning I sent Mistress my morning text requesting my days instructions as normal. The response came as a surprise. Firstly because Mistress informed me that the device had arrived (the wonders of Internet shopping I guess) and secondly that Mistress was giving me permission to cum that day. The permission was on the basis that I should make the absolute most of it because ‘things were about to get serious’! The combination of the pent up desire built up over the previous days combined with the anticipation and spine tingling fear of what was to come provided the backdrop to one of the best self delivered orgasms of all time.

    The next morning was New Years day and Mistress commenced her next campaign of torments. I was sent a picture of the device, told to tie up my cock and balls, and instructed to imagine what it was going to feel like to be locked up. Apparently this was ‘day one of my torturous denial’. It was being made pretty clear to me from this and other communications received that Mistress was about to make me suffer like never before. In the past it has taken me a few days to build up again following an orgasm. Not any more, day one and already I feeling really horny.

    And so here I am at 5am on Sunday morning completing my blog for Mistress as instructed. Why 5am? Well yesterday Mistress turned up the heat. Those of you who follow Mistress on Twitter will have seen that she decided to taunt me with a vine video of my chastity device. What you wont have seen are the texts received to back this up. In particular the wonderful picture of Mistress together with the instructions that I must not even stroke myself anymore, and that she is going to enjoy every second of my suffering! I awoke this morning at around 4am with a hard on that I was not allowed to enjoy in any way. This really is most frustrating. Once I have completed this blog I will send my morning text to Mistress asking for my daily instructions. Mistress has told me that she will only give me 24hrs notice of when she is going to lock me in the device. In doing so she has ensured that I spend all day every day waiting for that fateful text to arrive. As I write this I really do question my own judgment in taking this next step. I am feeling so horny today and yet I haven’t even been locked up yet. I really don’t know what to expect once I am, but fear that I might be made to regret the day that I pleaded with Mistress to make it happen.


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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control/Chastity Week 6 and 7

    Due to the lead up to and wind down from Christmas, as well as having that ghastly bug going around, I’m a little behind in my blog posts and updates .  I do hope you all had a good Christmas, now enough slacking let’s get back to it!

    Slave Taquin visited me during his 5th week into his distance control contract.  As my devotees will be aware, he endured his longest spell of denial ever leading up to this.  During one of his daily text instructions previously, I had asked him to share a fantasy with me.  At that precise time, although it became apparent afterwards, I wanted to delve into his mind to obtain some ideas for his next real-time session. Note, I said “ideas”.  I never had any intention of following Slaves fantasy word for word, because where would the fun be in that?  And poor Slave Taquin, in all his excitement, didn’t even stop to consider which parts I would see through and which ones I wouldn’t. I’m going to hand you over to Taquin for his review of the session and his following week of distance control.  What I would like to point out, is that I had every intention of leaving my slave hog-tied for a LONG time, and because of certain health indications, I deliberately tied his hog tie so that he would not endure unnecessary pain.  I did not expect for him to behave like a ‘brat’ and escape the binds; and he didn’t expect the punishment he received!


    This weeks blog must inevitably concentrate on my session with Miss Deelight. I arrived at the HOD comforted in the knowledge that Mistress had pushed me to new limits in the previous 4 weeks. Not once had I been allowed to cum. Instead I had endured a series of challenges and torments. Mistress had threatened the possibility of a session that didn’t finish with a wonderful orgasm. This had really worried me, but deep down I knew that these threats were provided to excite me with the possibility of further denial. I was sure that Mistress would make me a very happy slave indeed. It was Christmas after all…. 

    I stepped through the door of the HOD and locked it behind me. Mistress opened the inner door. She was wearing fabulous red lingerie that enhanced every wonderful curve of her body. I greeted her with a smile that was not returned. I was instructed to go to the bathroom, get undressed and return downstairs to present my tribute. Her strict countenance suggested that I had better do as instructed without further comment. This completed I was instructed to kneel whilst my hands were bound in front of me. It wasn’t long before I found myself with my wrists pulled up above my body and secured to a hook in the ceiling, ankles tethered together, gagged and completely helpless. What followed was a wonderful session of tease and denial obviously aimed at increasing my pent-up desire still further. It worked! After some time my arms were released from the ceiling and re-secured behind my back. Only once this was done were my ankles released and I was instructed to go upstairs.

    Once upstairs I was made to lay face down on the bed whilst Mistress hog tied me. Following some further teasing Mistress informed me that she was going to go downstairs for a few minutes. At first I was disappointed to realise that the wonderful Miss Deelight was no longer tormenting me with my need to cum. But then I started to enjoy the opportunity to consider my predicament further. I was bound and gagged and had been teased to my limits by a beautiful and powerful women. When she returned I was going to be treated to the most wonderful, full on, mind-blowing orgasm. What more could I wish for? What followed next can only be described as a moment of total insanity on my part.

    I find that trying to struggle free from my bonds is really exciting. Being unable to escape re-enforces the fact that I am helpless and at the total mercy of my Mistress. In struggling as I was I realised that the rope around my right wrist was slightly looser than that of my left. Mistress had left a large enough gap between my wrists to allow me to manipulate the coils of rope further still towards my left wrist. I was finally able to extract my right wrist from its bonds. I was free. I removed the gag, which had become more and more uncomfortable as the session had progressed, and lay on the bed waiting for Mistress to return. I knew that she would see the funny side before continuing with the session. And I was right. How we laughed. Mistress was I think still laughing as she manacled me spread eagle to the bed, replaced the gag (but even tighter now) and placed a hood over my head.

    It was only at this point that I began to realise what was happening. In the previous few weeks I had been required to supply Mistress with my fantasies. As time had gone on I had become more and more forthcoming with things that I found exciting. However a fantasy can be just that. It can consist of a situation that I might not have tried before and it might actually be more than I can handle! One particular fantasy that I had shared was that, during a session, Mistress had decided that I deserved to be punished and had used nipple clamps to prove who was in charge. In the darkness of my hood, and unable to protest because of my gag, I started to whimper. The next sensation shocked me. I had been whipped hard on the testicles and my legs tried to
    free their bindings at the bottom of the bed. My balls ached as the whipping continued. I tried to tell Mistress that I was sorry for escaping the hog tie, but she ignored my gagged mumblings. Next I heard Mistress reach past me to the wall behind my head and pick up something that sounded like a small chain. Within a moment Mistress was attaching what felt like a set of nipple clamps, with very sharp teeth. The pain was intense. This was made worse still as Mistress attached the chain that joined the nipple clamps to the cord that was around my balls. The increased pressure was made worse still when Mistress started whipping my balls and therefore the chain to my nipples. I was getting close to my pain threshold and wanted to cry out for release. It seemed that Mistress knew this as she released the clamps from my nipples and I relaxed as the pain began to subside. Thank goodness it was over! Before I knew it Mistress was re attaching the clamps whilst telling me calmly that I was never to try to take control in a session again. The pain returned, but worse this time. Through the gag I tried to tell Mistress how sorry I was and to beg her forgiveness. I was trying to ask her to stop, but she wouldn’t. After still further punishment my nipples were released again. I had just realised that I had started to shake when the clamps were attached for the third time and the pain intensified yet again. In the pain induced blur of this moment I finally understood that I was truly helpless and subservient. My relationship with Mistress would never be the same again. Eventually it was over. Mistress had taught me a lesson that I will never forget. (In a moment of quiet reflection later that day I found myself thankful to Mistress for ensuring that I clearly understood the nature of our relationship. I should expect to be punished for my mis-demeanors. Mistress will decide how severe that punishment should be, and I will be thankful for it. I also concluded that I never wanted to experience that pain again and that I would be far more respectful to Mistress in the future).

    I realised that my punishment was finally over when I heard Mistress apply some lotion to her hands and felt her start to caress my cock. This was how the session had started and now it was about to come to its wonderful conclusion. I have never known anyone before who has been able to build up my desire to orgasm to such a desperate intensity. Over and over again I thought that I would be allowed to cum only for Mistress to stop at the last possible moment. And then it happened. Mistress took me past the point of no return. My first orgasm for over 4 weeks commenced in earnest – and Mistress removed her hands and laughed. My cock convulsed in an attempt to find the necessary stimulation. It pumped and pumped. The pain intensified as it failed to unload what had been pent-up inside for so long. Mistress seemed to enjoy every moment of my pain, frustration and disappointment!

    And so my session finished. I returned home to think about what I had experienced, and more importantly what I had learned. I emailed
    Mistress that same evening and confessed that I had underestimated her, and that I was sorry. I explained that I had been certain that I was to receive a full on orgasm. I told her that I now fully understand that I have no control over what happens and that I am being driven to my limits by a women who will make me live by her rules. I get it. I also explained that I did not think for a minute that she would punish me in the way that she did, and that I would be far more respectful in our future sessions. I will certainly never try to escape from my bonds again,  unless Mistress challenges me to do so! Mistress did show me some pity in the end and allowed me to provide myself with an orgasm that evening. It could never be as good as the one that I had craved to receive from Miss Deelight, but it was needed and enjoyed nonetheless. Particularly with the memories of such a powerful and extraordinary session fresh in my mind. And so my next period of chastity begins. Hopefully Mistress will find herself overcome with Christmas good cheer and allow me a release from it a little sooner this time.


    Week 7 Write Up

    The days following my session with Mistress were unexpected and somewhat disorientating. On the first day I was instructed to have an orgasm at my earliest opportunity, on the second I was to abstain from all touching, on days 3 & 4 I was to edge as many times as possible during the day leaving no less than 30 minutes and no more than 2 hour intervals. And then on day 5 the text arrived in the morning telling me that I was to be allowed an orgasm that night together with a wonderful picture of Mistress as ‘something to help’. It was all a bit of a roller coaster. To be told that I was to be allowed to cum again so soon, into what I thought was my next period of Chastity, was to put it mildly, surprising. The picture received ensured that I spent the day dreaming of what I was to be allowed to do that evening. I was to put it mildly ‘hot under the collar’. This was however somewhat tempered by the realisation that I was probably being teased by Mistress. My suspicion was that I was to receive a text just before bed time telling me she had changed her mind! I was wrong. I was indeed allowed an orgasm that night and following a game of red or black cards via text the following night I found myself being allowed yet another orgasm! All very odd indeed. Maybe Mistress really was filled with Christmas spirit all of a sudden? And then I received the text that stopped me in my tracks. It read ‘Enjoy it while you can. You have no idea what’s coming…’ In an instant my relaxed state evaporated.

    At this point the wonders of Christmas took priority and quite rightly both Mistress and I allowed the festivities to take center stage. I am not quite sure when it happened, but I did at some point find myself exchanging e mails with Mistress about how desperate I was to be denied again. Although I enjoyed the orgasms that Mistress had allowed (or should I say demanded!) it was not really what I had signed up for. I still didn’t understand what was going on. This led me to further fantasies shared with my Mistress about being put into a chastity device. I am finding that Mistresses actions are helping me to learn things about myself that would otherwise have gone unrecognised. However I got to this point I have come to the realisation that surrendering myself to Mistress in this way and providing her with the ability to torment me further, and for as long as she wants, is incredibly exciting. It has led to us exchanging ideas on the subject and I have agreed as always that Mistress should decide what is best for me.

    Last night all became much clearer to me. Following a day of not being allowed to touch myself I told Mistress that my balls had started aching. I was surprised at this fact as I had only been denied an orgasm for a couple of days so far. Mistress explained to me that she had allowed me to cum several times to get everything functioning again. Now that it was I was to be denied and tormented. This was why my balls had started to ache so soon. I do find it disconcerting, but also very exciting, when I am reminded of the fact that Mistress understands my body better than I do!

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