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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – No Safe Place

    I find it amusing when a slave tries to be funny.  I find it even more amusing when I already have plans in store for that slave and have the added ability to physically watch over his reactions as I instill fear and adrenaline into him.  The poor little sausage that is slave Taquin, so often the guinea pig for my experimentation, felt every single emotion I wanted him to feel during the week the following report was written!


    Sunday was a difficult day. So difficult in fact that I don’t want to dwell on it too much here. You will have seen already the cause of my distress. It was the blog that I wrote last week concerning my last session (the shopping trip). In hindsight it was a misjudgment on my part to write it as I did. I was trying to be amusing in the way that I told the tale but all I achieved was to make Mistress angry and upset at me. This became very clear to me soon after I had sent her the blog. I have been exchanging texts with Mistress each day, and normally several times a day, for nearly 3 years now. As Mistress knows me to the depths of my fetish soul I too know her pretty well now. She was very angry with me. There was a tone to her texts that I don’t think I had ever experienced before. This actually came as a huge shock to me. I had hoped that I had told the story in a fun way. But in hindsight I realised that I had gone too far. I had not been respectful of Mistress.

    I have to say that I was quite distraught. I get great pleasure from pleasing Mistress. To know that I had upset her was just awful. Yes my fetish world went black, as Mistress disabled every app on my phone apart from messaging, but I didn’t care about that. It was my relationship with Mistress that I cared about. After about 3 hours I sent Mistress a text. It was a ‘heart on my sleeve’ moment. I wanted her to know how terrible I felt for the way that I had made her feel. We exchanged texts for a short while and then she replied to say that she was ‘a natural sadist who likes to have a good reason to punish me’. This was a small ray of sunshine as far as I was concerned. Our conversation was moving away from the emotional responses that I had caused back towards a fetish relationship. Later in the day she sent me a screen shot of the Twitter questionnaire that she had posted asking her audience how long that I should remain in fetish exile. The response had been to recommend the longest ‘sentence’ of 2 weeks. It’s good to know that Mistresses followers enjoy my punishment and pain as much as Mistress does! (and thank you to those kind souls who voted for a shorter sentence).

    And while all of this was going on I had followed up on two outstanding actions that I had to complete. I had fitted and commissioned the security cameras in my workshops and started to wear ‘The Vice’ chastity device. I say started to wear as it has a multitude of possible sizes as far as ring size, gap between ring and cage and anti pullout sizes to chose from.

    On Monday I awoke to find my fetish access restored (although with strict time limits applied). In her morning text Mistress informed me that she required ‘private’ access to my phone. I was to leave it in the workshop whilst I took the dog for her morning work. Mistress can take over my phone using TeamViewer at any time. I could not help but wonder why she wanted it today. I did as instructed and placed the phone on my work bench. As I did so I couldn’t help but wonder if Mistress was watching me through the security cameras. I guess I will always have that question in my mind from now on. I took the dog for her walk wondering all the while what was being done to my phone in my absence. 30 minutes later I returned to the workshop and picked up my phone. I opened it up to find that it was a screen that I didn’t recognise. I assumed that Mistress had completed her changes and that I just needed to return it to the home screen. As my finger moved towards the screen to do so I heard Mistress say in stern and commanding manner ‘leave the phone alone slave. I haven’t finished yet’. I put it back down on the bench as if it had suddenly become red hot. Shit! And I nearly did! It was only then that it first dawned on me what I had let myself in for having cameras in my workshop. In the past when Mistress has snooped on me through my pc camera it has been quite different. This is because I always experienced an anxiety that someone might come into the workshop whilst it was happening and therefore I always had an eye on the door ready to tell Mistress if someone approached. Mistress was herself very respectful of this risk also. But now it is completely different. Mistress knows better than I do whether or not I am alone in the workshop and, as one of the cameras points directly at the entrance door which has a glass panel in it, whether someone approaches it. She is now totally in control of what she might require of me whilst I am alone in my workshop. It is a whole new level of vulnerability.

    It wasn’t until sometime later that I dared to pick the phone up again. This time it had been returned to the home screen. I searched and I flicked, I scrolled and I clicked, but could still not find what had been worth Mistress spending over an hour of her valuable time doing. Time will tell I am sure.

    This week is the when Mistress went away on holiday. It will be over a week until she returns to her slaves. Her intention is to leave her ‘fetish phone’ at home. I think that that is absolutely the right thing for her to do and hope that she has a fabulous and relaxing time. But I will miss her terribly.

    Mistress has given me two instructions for whilst she is away:
    1) Remain locked in chastity for the duration (unless I risk causing physical harm to myself)
    2) Keep a note of feelings and thoughts whilst Mistress is away. (This blog is going to do precisely that.)

    Thursday – This will be the first day in years where I have not exchanged texts with Mistress. I am missing her already! I awoke to find that she had left a lovely ‘thank you’ note on Twitter for me for the money that I had sent her for a nice meal whilst she was away. That was nice. I have had to remove the new chastity device (The Vice) because it was causing some chafing around the area of the back ring hinge. I think that this was largely due to me trying to cope with a ring that was too small for me. It has allowed the demons to start talking to me however. They are whispering two things in my ear currently. Firstly…. ‘go and have a wank. No one will ever know.’ And secondly ‘leave the device off until the day of Mistresses return. Why suffer the discomfort whilst she is away’. I hate this. I don’t like having to cope with such temptations on my own. And so I have a plan. As soon as my soreness has gone I will lock myself up again with a numbered lock and whatsapp a picture to Mistresses fetish phone. She won’t see it until her return, but once I have sent it I will be committed to the cage.

    And then my lock up plan went wrong. I saw a post in the slave group Facebook page from Mistress that was posted by her whilst on holiday. It seemed that she had taken the fetish phone with her after all. Part of me was glad (as it made it seem that she wasn’t quite as far away) and part of me was disappointed (as I think having a total break from slaves like me was a good idea). It also left me with a dilemma as far as what to do with a lock up picture. I certainly wasn’t going to send such a thing to her whilst she was on Holiday. Later that day as I locked up once again (this time with a slightly larger ring) I considered what I should do. I find being locked without having sent Mistress proof a pointless exercise. I could remove the device at any time and no one would ever know. I don’t want to be responsible for my own good behaviour. In all honesty I am not sure that I can be trusted! The moment that the picture of the device, properly secured by a numbered lock, is sent everything changes. I am then under the control of my Mistress, and I feel totally different.

    It was at this point that an alternative plan came to mind. I sent a WhatsApp to my vanilla lady friend and asked if she would mind if I sent her the picture instead. I certainly wasn’t asking her to replace Mistress in any way (I felt that would be asking far too much) but I suggested that she should wait until the following Thurs before sending Mistress the lock up picture or just the lock number. I knew that by doing this I would be committing myself without bothering Mistress whilst on holiday. I should say here that my VLF is just that, a very good friend who enjoys hearing about my servitude to Mistress. Whilst I have always known that she would make a wonderful domme, I am not sure that she would ever fully step over that line into the full time world of Mistress. But she gets it. She has read most of my blogs and knows all about the fetish life that I lead. I did worry however that I might be asking too much of our friendship. A little while later I received a very clear and unequivocal reply. It came as the first of a short series of messages in fact. The gist was something like this:

    ‘Don’t you dare send any such photo to Mistress whilst she is on holiday’
    ‘send me your lock up picture immediately’
    Which I then did….
    ‘also send me proof that you cannot escape from the device’
    Which I then did….
    ‘what lovely clean shaven balls you have’
    ‘you will be severely punished if you release yourself whilst Mistress is away’
    ‘Mistress would torture your balls’
    ‘you’d better stay well and truly locked then…….’

    As you will gather from the above, I got far more than I had bargained for! I seemed that my VLF was enjoying the task that I had asked of her. I am so lucky to have her as a friend. It will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that it actually made me as horny as hell! I knew at that point that I was trapped and sexually controlled once again. And although my VLF was playing a pivotal role in this we both understood that all she was doing was ensuring that I stayed under the direct control of Mistress in her absence. I knew that anything that now happened during Mistresses absence would be reported to her.

    I went to bed that night wearing The Vice. I was a little doubtful if I would survive the whole night in it (I hadn’t done so up until now) but was hopeful that the slightly larger back ring would make it possible. As it turned out I coped without difficulty until 2am. I woke to find Mistresses property throbbing inside its plastic cage. But it was more than that. The point of difference of The Vice is that it has an additional element that locks around the cage that pushes two plastic sections into the base of Mistresses property to prevent any opportunity of escape (pull out). As Mistresses property throbbed I could feel these two sections applying pressure also. I got up and headed for the bathroom. I knew that I needed a pee and I also knew from past experience that this would result in a less intense attempt at an erection. I sat down on the toilet, as any good slave in chastity has to do, and tried to pee. Nothing! The combination of a raging hardon, the cage and the anti pullout sections had made it impossible. But I really did need to go. And this is where the commitment of having sent pictures to my VLF made all the difference. If I hadn’t of done this I would have removed the device and concluded that I was unable to cope with it. I couldn’t imagine trying to explain all of this to my VLF and I was afraid that she would be disappointed in me (and would report my failure to Mistress). And so I persevered. In the end I ran my privates under the cold tap for a while and successfully emptied my bladder. I returned to bed quite pleased with myself but a little scared. Mistress had told me before she left how much she liked that this device was so restrictive. I know that she would never allow me to wear a device that damaged me but that she would enjoy the fact that I had one that would keep me awake during the early hours whilst thinking of her. And it did. Despite having a pee Mistresses property throbbed in its cage until I got up at 5.30 to write this. It is now Friday morning as I write the story of my first night without Mistress. Thankfully with the kind support of my VLF she doesn’t seem so far away after all.

    Now I must email Mousey. She suggested morning emails to each other as a means of mutual support in Mistresses absence. A great idea.
    Later on Friday I received a short email from Princess. An injury that she had picked up some time ago had now healed and she was excited to report that she was able to wrestle again. I know from previous communications how much she enjoys that and so I am really pleased for her. I am sure that one day I will return to the mats with her (if Mistress allows it) I am just not sure how I can incorporate it into my fetish life successfully. Maybe just a ‘standalone’ bout at some point. Just for the fun of it.

    And then I discovered that I had free access to the internet and its entire fetish wonders. Thank you Mistress!
    Saturday morning – another tormented night in The Vice. Most of that torment is of the positive kind that Mistress would approve of whole heartedly but the soreness caused by the hinge of the back ring isn’t improving (nothing too drastic, but past experience tells me I should do something about it today). I think I will follow the advice of Mistress and put a latex sleeve over it. This of course means unlocking and locking once again. If Mistress were here I would always ask her permission first. I don’t feel that I should go through that process with my VLF. She is not my Mistress after all and I don’t want to put her in the position of needing to make the chastity decisions that Mistress has so much experience with. But my VLF has taken up the role of record keeping and monitoring, and I know that she takes that seriously. I have decided therefore to video the process of unlock, apply sleeve, lock in order that my VLF can confirm to Mistress that I did not abuse my freedom. Hopefully that will not put any burden on her and allow her to confirm my chastity to Mistress throughout her absence.

    The video of my chastity device alterations will make very amusing viewing should either my VLF or Mistress ever watch it. My attempts to make changes to The Vice before refitting it failed. In the end I had to turn my back to the camera, waddle over to my device store with my pants and shorts around my ankles to retrieve my trusty metal device, before waddling back in front of the camera and putting it on and clicking shut a numbered lock. At least the video does achieve its primary function of ensuring that I have never had a chance to listen to the wanking Demon sitting on my shoulder whilst unlocked!

    My week finished with me feeling soppy about my Mistress despite the fact that she was so far away. I awoke this morning (Sunday) to find that Mistress had sent me a picture of her wearing the white shoes and holding the white bag that I had bought for her. That was so kind of her to send it to me. It is the little things like this that make Mistress so special. She is such a thoughtful Mistress.

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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – The Vice

    Following on from Slave Taquins chastity escape I decided that he needed a new device.  The vice is what I chose.  This device will prove far more restrictive and will definitely put an end to Taquin Houdini’s escape actions.


    I awoke on Monday morning to discover an instruction sent to me the night before. It was to order a new Chastity device called ‘The Vice’. Whilst I had managed to make changes to my Uberkinky device to make it escape proof the same could not be said for the Bon4. It appeared that Mistress wanted to ensure that I had an effective back up device. Hence my instruction.

    I clicked on the link provided by Mistress and started to read about The Vice. I could see its immediate appeal for Mistress. It claims to be virtually escape proof through the provision of an anti pullout section. For me it has a couple of other features that appeal. Firstly that it is a plastic device. In a world where metal detectors are more widely used I have become concerned about wearing my metal device to events and public venues. A plastic device overcomes this and means that I don’t have to ask to be allowed out of it when flying etc. The other feature that appeals to me is the fact that it uses a hinged back ring instead of my current solid one. The smaller the back ring that can be worn the more secure the device is. I do have big balls (Mistress Real said so in my wonderful double domme session some time ago and so it must be true!) but I have managed to squeeze them into the 45mm solid stainless steel ring on the Uberkinky device that I am currently locked into. (Goodness knows if it will ever come off again!). The hinged back ring should ensure that I can use a smaller back ring still.

    I found that it could be ordered from Amazon and so I went ahead and did so. I also exchanged emails with the chap in America who has developed this device on the subject of a smaller cage. I might have big balls but the same can’t be said for Mistresses property. The smaller cage should be ready in time for xmas. Maybe my Mistress could buy it for me (with my money of course) as a present. Lol.
    I thanked Mistress for her help in maintaining my enforced chastity and she kindly replied ‘Anything to keep you firmly in your place’.
    Having spent a bit of time online investigating the vice I opened up the last remaining doorway to fetish fun on the Internet, YouTube. Mistress has blocked everything else. The thing with YouTube is that it keeps suggesting lots of other similar videos. And so I continued to surf all sorts of fun stuff; that was until 11pm when Mistress turned off my access!

    On Tuesday morning I quickly looked through Twitter before I used up my daily allowance. My Twitter daily allowance seems to be totally random and therefore I have no idea if I have the luxury to start searching for new stuff (as I like to do). Therefore I have to concentrate on the most important stuff. Mistress stuff. I sent my morning text and commented on the fact that I could see from Twitter that she had a new slave upon whom it appeared that she had begun to work her magic (relieving his bank account of £350 in the process). Mistress replied that she had dug up lots of information on him already ‘and so now there’s already no escape for him’.

    A moment later Mistress turned her attention on me and said ‘you have no idea what I’ve done to your pc’. I didn’t reply immediately. Instead I scurried off to determine what had become of my PC. I turned it on. The tell tale TeamViewer session dialogue didn’t appear. I went to file manager and checked the latest files accessed. I checked program manager but didn’t see any new programs. I looked at the desktop but couldn’t see any deletions or additions there. Flummoxed I told Mistress that she was correct; I had absolutely no idea what she had done. All I got back was a wink.

    On Wednesday I emailed the previous weeks blog.
    And then vanilla life took over until now (Sunday evening). This morning Mistress very kindly sent me two of her wonderful custom videos. And still I haven’t watched or listened to them. Mistress also instructed me to order a camera for my workshop (in order that she can watch me whenever she chooses to). I have of course done it and the camera is on its way. But I haven’t really considered the implications yet. I am going to stop now as I am feeling rather vanilla and depressing myself! I think I am just tired and need to get an early night. I am rambling. Sorry.


  • Slave Taquin – Special Blog – Computer Problems

    I will waste no time in bragging about how much of a genius I am when it comes to controlling my slaves.  In this special blog written by slave Taquin, you are going to read about the lengths I will go to, if necessary, to ensure complete compliance with my rules and to enforce chastity where the conventional methods have failed!


    This blog centres around one event. It has marked another important moment in my servitude to Miss Deelight, but should also be noted by others who wish to become as ‘owned’ as I have become.

    The start of the story takes place in my shower. I had an accident that led to me discover, that under certain conditions, it was just possible for Mistresses property to be removed from the steel cage that Mistress keeps it locked in. I can tell you that after more than 2 years of 24/7 chastity at the hands of Miss Deelight it came as something of a shock! I did as I knew I must and confessed to Mistress.

    I took some time to consider the implications of this discovery. Enforced chastity has become an important part of my servitude to Mistress. I had something of a mini melt down over it if the truth be told. This resulted in me sending an ill judged text to Mistress one morning that I regretted the moment that had I pressed ‘send’. I received back a hard slap from my Mistress together with a set of lines on Writeforme that I found myself completing at 4.30am the following morning for fear of further and even more severe punishment! At one point I even considered asking Mistresses permission to pierce her property in order to create an anchorage point for the device to ensure that it never happens again. The expert on the subject as far as I am concerned is one of Mistresses other long term pets, Sissy Mouse. Indeed Sissy Mouse and I exchanged several emails on the subject and I am indebted to her for her good advice. In the end I made some adjustments to my existing device which I believe might have solved the problem.

    Fast forward to about a week ago when I was busy cooking dinner. Mistress sent me a text and asked if my wife knew much about computers. Now that made me prick my ears up! I inquired as calmly as possible why she should be asking that question. Then Mistress asked if I had noticed any windows error messages recently. I asked her which computer she was referring to. I have two. The laptop that I use for work and ‘fun’ stuff and the desktop that is used exclusively for family stuff. Mistress didn’t reply to my question. I rushed to the family desktop computer and started to check any places where I thought a problem might exist. I should say at this point that Mistress only has TeamViewer on my laptop, not on the family PC. She did show me some time ago however how easily she can reverse through the home network onto my family PC if she chooses to. Hence my anxiety. I replied to Mistress that I hadn’t seen any issues with either PC and tried to get on with my evening regardless of the turmoil now gripping my mind.

    And then fast forward to Thursday just gone. I am hogtied and blindfolded on the floor of HOD and Mistress calmly strolls in and starts asking questions like ‘does your wife ever open your emails? What about your post? Would she be suspicious if an unknown woman phoned and wanted to talk to you? I confirmed that my wife is very respectful of my privacy however she can access my emails and would often see them when they arrived being previewed on the screen of our family PC. (I do of course have a separate fun email address that only comes through to my laptop). I was left quivering on the floor wondering why Mistress would ask such things. I concluded that it might be a mind fuck, but if it wasn’t I would find out soon enough. The rest of the session will be covered in a separate blog and so….
    Fast forward again to yesterday. I was in my workshop when my laptop crashed, shut itself down and restarted. It did it 3 times, each time telling me to run scan disk to fix errors identified on the drive. I did momentarily think back to Mistress asking if I had experienced any Windows error messages a few days earlier, but I concluded that even Mistress couldn’t make my pc crash in this manner. I did try to run scan disk but was blocked by the fact that I do not have admin rights to my PC. Mistress does. I sent a text asking Mistress if she would be kind enough to run scan disk for me. She quickly responded with ‘that is hilarious’. At that point I knew that I was in deep trouble. I inquired as to why it was so funny only to be told ‘you will soon find out’. I backed off and wondered what on earth was Mistress planning?
    Later that morning I picked up the post from the post box and looked through it before entering the house. It is not always me who picks it up, but when I do I always have a quick look through it just in case there is something in it that I wouldn’t want others to see. I spotted a brown envelope with my name and address handwritten on it. I quickly opened it and looked at the two sheets of A4 typed letter it contained. My heart missed a beat. In fact several beats. It was from a computer maintenance company acknowledging that I had a problem with my PC and providing some ‘computer code’ to fix it. Normally such a letter would be consigned to the rubbish bin immediately. But I knew better than to do this on this occasion. I had seen the name of the company at the top of the letter. It was CAKIMBALL ELECTRONCS!!!! I knew instantly that the letter was from Mistress. Why? Because cakimball is an anagram of blackmail and CA Kimball is a name that Mistress sometimes uses. I quickly thrust the letter inside my shirt and delivered the rest of the post to the kitchen. As calmly as possible I walked to the workshop and read the letter again. It contained some instructions about going to the PC’s registry and using the code printed on the letter to fix my problems. I read it again and considered its significance. I concluded that all of the code etc was to make it appear genuine and that it was actually a warning to me that Mistress could easily send anything she wanted to my home address (and to my wife) and that I was having my card well and truly marked for some reason. I thanked her for the letter and told her that it had had the desired effect. I then threw the letter into the bottom of the rubbish sack in order to ensure that no one else ever got to read it.
    Mistress responded and asked why I hadn’t read the contents of the letter properly. Eek! I had missed something. I retrieved the letter and read it again. I wondered if there was a message contained in the code provided. The code consisted of 2 full pages worth of 0’s and 1’s broken up into 8 digit blocks. I racked my brains for the term I was looking for. What sort of code was it? And then it came to me. It was binary code. I googled ‘binary translators’ and slowly typed in the first 5, 8 digit blocks of code. I pressed the convert button and it converted it into a word. The word was ‘Hello’. It was a message.

    I looked at the letter further and realised that there must be some way for me to be able to decipher the lines and lines of code without having to enter it all manually. I concluded that Mistress must have placed a file with the code onto my laptop somewhere. I tried to follow the instructions on the letter. But I am no match for Mistress when it comes to finding my way around a PC. I tried the system registry, regedit, windows user locations and many other things that I really don’t understand. In the end I sent Mistress a text to say that I had failed and that I needed her help. Mistress ‘helped’ in just the sort of way that you would expect. Her text in reply read ‘You have until tomorrow. If you don’t figure it out by Midday I am going to tax you by the hour’.

    I went to bed that night defeated by Mistress and the challenge she had set me. I awoke early this morning with just one purpose. Decipher the code. I had one final unsuccessful attempt at finding the file on my laptop before concluding that there was only one option. I would enter it manually into a word document before pasting it into the online decoder. And so that is what I did. It took hours! This is what it translated to:

    Hello slave. Let this serve as a warning that should I ever discover that you have removed my property again, I will send Mrs Taquin a letter through the post just as I’m doing to you right now. I wonder if she will be able to translate code. I don’t think so. I’ll have to write in plain English. You have been warned!!!

    The warning was stark and clear. Whilst I think that the changes I have made to the device have made it even more secure it is the warning from Mistress has ensured that never again will I be careless in the shower. The stakes are just too high.
    (Mistress found it hilarious that I had resorted to entering all of the code manually. In her reply she confirmed that it was indeed saved to my PC and expressed her surprise that I had been unable to find it. Knowing now that it was definitely there I looked one more time – and found it instantly! What a stupid slave I am).


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Gentle Prodding

    I don’t always have to turn it up to maximum when I am teasing my slaves, especially in the case of slaves that I know inside out.  With those slaves I can just as easily invoke a suitably aroused response with just a few words.


    This week will be a short blog. It has been a relatively relaxed week compared to many. I feel like I have been gently prodded by Mistress throughout. I have been reminded frequently of my position but in a way that has allowed me to get on with life in between.
    Sunday was a great example of this. I received three texts, designed I am sure, to let me know that Mistresses control of my phone has left my fetish and vanilla life totally exposed to her. The first said ‘I see you are trying to escape’. It confirmed to me that any attempt that I made to remove the parental software on my phone (yes I was trying to find out if it was possible) is immediately obvious to Mistress. The second said ‘I see you got a Yorkie Easter egg’. It confirmed to me that Mistress was able to read all of my outgoing and incoming texts. And the third was that she had allowed me access to the Dixons electrical online site. It confirmed that Mistress could see all of my internet browsing and would decide what she will and won’t allow me to view.

    On Monday I submitted my blog. This was unusual as Sunday is when blogs are normally required, but Mistress had allowed me some latitude this week. The text I received in return made no reference to my blog. Instead it told me that I was to go and put on my panties. This was a surprise as it is something that Mistress knows doesn’t come at the top of my slave wish list. But that in itself was enough to ensure that I swelled inside the chastity device. (If Mistress only ever told me to do the things I really enjoy then I would never actually feel controlled). It was about an hour later when I received a text that just said ‘proof’. In my relatively relaxed state I had forgotten to provide photographic evidence to Mistress of my compliance. I rectified that very quickly. In response Mistress kindly told me that I looked very pretty!

    On Tuesday I sent Mistress a suggestion for a small investment that I could make for the HOD. I suggested that it might be a good idea to have a padded mat that could be laid on the floor of the dungeon. I confess that there was much self interest involved in this suggestion. My experiences of being made to kneel, sit or lie on the hard wooden floor had previously detracted from the particular torment being inflicted on me at the time.

    It was later that evening that I realised that I could access Twitter. Not through the normal app but by using the mobile.twitter.com site. I had actually found it by accident but once I realised that it was available to me I found myself on the horns of a dilemma. Should I tell Mistress and risk feeling her wrath at the fact that I had found a way of accessing what I believed to be off limits to me or should I just not look at it and forget that the option was there.

    It was the following morning when I plucked up the courage to tell Mistress that I could access Twitter. In actual fact I had come to realise that I didn’t really have any choice. I had realised that Mistress would notice that I had accessed Twitter the previous evening and that honesty was most definitely going to be the best policy. Luckily Mistress told me that she had known that she had left this option available to me and so honesty really did pay. I dived into Twitter to catch up with all that had been going on.
    Towards the end of the week Mistress started to tease me by calling me ‘son’. In return I enjoyed calling her Mummy. I think it came about because I had told her that I had noticed a folder that she had placed on page 3 of my phone front screen called ‘Mummy’s folder’. (It contains all of the parental control shortcuts that I have so far failed to uninstall!) . Whilst I am sure that you don’t have to be a Mum to be a great domme for me there is a similarity between the type of caring (but strict and consistent) skills that a young Mum is forced to learn as a parent as there is to developing a slave like me. I enjoy relating to Mistress in this way.

    Friday was quiet on a fetish front however I did offer my help to Mistress to undertake a practical task that I hope will help her to develop her business further in the future.
    And yesterday Mistress concluded her ‘gentle prodding’ by asking me why I was looking at the Twitter profile of another Domme (or maybe it was the ‘block notice’ that she would have seen when I tried to access the aforementioned Dommes’ website). The text from Mistress concluded with: ‘Hmmmm’. Those that know Mistress will know that anything that makes her thoughtful about her slave is a danger for the slave in the firing line. I did try to appease her with my response of: ‘Because she shares many of the qualities I love about you’. It was a truthful response that I hope was well received.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Simple Things

    It really doesn’t take much for me to switch my subs on and off and Taquin is no exception.  I can kill their arousal and then resurrect it in milliseconds if I want to.  Of course I prefer to make them suffer for a few days wondering what is coming next and then BOOM a simple sentence, phrase, image carefully delivered will make their wilted willies rise like phoenix from the flames!


    On Sunday Mistress decided to have a totally kink free day. I sent my blog in to Mistress before getting on with a busy family day. On Monday Mistress kindly thanked me for the dressing table that I had ordered for her from her Amazon wish list the previous week. By Tuesday I found myself feeling like I really needed a bit of ‘Mistress time’. I always enjoy any attention that Mistress gives me but sometimes I need it more than others. I was particularly pleased therefore that evening when Mistress paid me a visit on my workshop laptop. We had a nice catch up on what we had each been doing before Mistress declared that she had to go.

    Wednesday was the big day for me this week. And all of it happened on Mistresses ‘invitation only’ slaves Facebook group. First of all Mistress posted a copy of her latest YouTube video for all of her slaves to enjoy. And it really got to me. It is all about how Mistress is able to dominate her slaves remotely using technology. Whether that be by taking over there PC’s or phones or even installing cameras in their homes. At one point in the video Mistress describes how she first started to develop her skills in this area. I like to think that she is referring to the small part I played in this when she tells the tale. Most often I helped by being her victim so terribly tormented by her new found skills!

    What followed next was a series of exchanges on Facebook between Mistress and several of her slaves. It felt as if Mistress had cast her mackerel lines in the fetish pool and several of us had been hooked. Mistress then ‘played’ us on the end of her line for the rest of the day. At one point Mistress posted a lovely picture of herself with the line ‘you are all putty in my hands’. And she was right; I was a dribbling mess by the end of it. For the first time since Mistress had made me put it on again the Bon4 chastity device was feeling particularly tight. My balls had swollen significantly by the end of the day and I had taken on the ‘John Wayne’ gait that is forced upon me at such times.

    On Thursday another slave joined the Facebook group which was nice. We really are a very diverse and happy group of slaves. We post updates on how we feel or responses to Mistresses provocations and sometimes even make helpful suggestions about what might be done to make our slaves lives even more fulfilling. For instance Mousey suggested that a spy cam should be fitted in my workshop! I spent some time looking for some software I had heard of that Mistress could put on Mousey’s computer. When I find what I am looking for I will suggest it to her. As Mistress put it ‘it is so nice to see you all playing so well together’.

    At the end of the week Mistress gave me permission to see Princess for an hour before my next session. This had all gone slightly wrong when I last attempted a wrestling session before my ‘proper’ session at the HOD. It will be fun to try again. But the most important thing will be to see Mistress again. It seems so long since I was last at her mercy at the HOD. Less than a week to go…


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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Horny, Desperate and Needy

    Slave Sissy Mouse has not escaped my torment this week either and as a result has felt compelled to share his current state of mind (and body) with me and with all of you! *grins!*


    Horny, desperate and needy.

    Since my last visit to Mistress and the ‘Bloody bath brush challenge’ I have been in the above state. Never before have I found myself in this situation. Yes, I have looked forward to my next visit and yes, I have been turned on by activities but this is a whole new experience.
    After our last session, Mistress even phoned me to insist that if I got any adverse effects from our session (because it was so intense) to contact her immediately. It has had the opposite effect and left me in this wonderful deep submissive state of almost endless arousal. I think this has come about because I have released things to Mistress deep within me at our January session and accepted that I am indeed weak and ruled by Mistress’s pathetic cock. I have read many accounts of Slave Taquin where Mistress has got him in such a state that he was easily and completely manipulated by her. Mistress has now through her brilliance got me into this equally coercive, malleable state. In-fact if you have read recent submissions by Slave Taquin you will see that Mistress has almost cloned us. Me in this horny dribbling state and Taquin delving into the wonderful world of financial domination.

    My current state has also led me to conclude that my belief long-term denial was for me is not the case and probably led to my many well documented ups and downs last year. Yes, denial is a part of any submissive’s journey because you need the control but you also need hope. Hope that good behaviour and adherence to the rules will result in a mind-blowing orgasm. I would very much like to wear a chastity device between sessions but that doesn’t work for me so I have something slightly less uncomfortable but no less effective, Hypnotic mental chastity. This has 2 effects, firstly it puts that little voice in my head that says ‘you will disappoint Mistress if you relieve yourself’ and it won’t be as enjoyable as being teased for hours by Mistress and secondly thanks to the hypnosis it’s not possible for me to keep an erection. I can get almost painfully hard but try to do anything with it and it withers almost immediately. Couple this with my deep submissive state and I have no hope of pleasuring myself. Job well done Mistress.

    I think the other event that has got me in this state is the video Mistress took of her edging me through a nappy whilst sucking on a dummy. This is something that has got my (consensual) blackmail juices flowing because I don’t want anyone to see that video. Nothing Mistress has on me has the leverage possibilities that this holds and ensures I tow the line, I don’t want to be even threatened with its use.

    As for the needy side, it is well documented by Mistress that she always has the best interests of her slaves at heart but! if they get needy then they get put in their place and possibly punished. This has led me to be very quiet and keep my head down because as stated above I don’t want to lose hope of an orgasm. However, Mistress last night messaged me to say that an outside event on the day of our next session will have the final say on whether I get an orgasm or not. How Deelightfully cruel.




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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Special Care

    I pride myself on the care I offer my Slaves.  For me it’s not all about not giving a shit, I do this as a job because it is a natural part of me.  Another part of me is having a caring nature, so whilst I can certainly hurt and humiliate my pets, I will also nurture them too (and if they get too needy then I will hurt them again!).  With respect to my long-term submissives, this level of care is magnified because it is what it is; a long-term relationship.   Sure, some of them have partners and wives but I am undoubtedly the woman who is on their mind the most and with that comes a responsibility to their emotional needs. Taquin has had a few things to deal with recently and so I thought that aside from giving him necessary space, I would also provide just enough interaction to remain in his thoughts and keep him smiling through it where possible.  My long-term subs look after me, and vice versa.


    Some people would feel it appropriate to call this weeks blog a ‘micro’ blog. Other less generous people would just call it mercifully short!

    I think I finally came down following my last session with Mistress almost 2 weeks ago. It wasn’t a big bump, it was just that I had so much on my mind and so many vanilla tasks to get done.

    Mistress was as always really understanding. In fact there were times this week where she actually provided more care and support than family members who I would have expected to be there for me. This has resulted in a week where Mistress has not imposed herself on me as she might normally. She has allowed me to get on with things as she knows that I must.

    Monday set the pattern for the week really. It came in the form of a morning text from Mistress that said ‘you can have your daily dribble by visiting the HODFBG. 😉’ (House Of Deelight FaceBook Group in case you were wondering).

    This was the start of a week full of a wonderful assortment of Facebook posts and photos of Mistress. The first was with Mistress wrapped snugly in a dressing gown. The gown apparently belonged to her boyfriend with whom she had just enjoyed fabulous sex!

    One of the most memorable for me was probably the least glamorous. Mistress had returned home following a long and productive day at the HOD. She was in quite vanilla attire, she was wearing glasses and looking in a matter of fact way into the camera lens (or more precisely into my soul). She accompanied the picture with the simple statement that she was ‘planning her next attack’. For me this is such a powerful image. It is a picture of the naturally beautiful and powerful woman who controls much of my life and occupies so many of my thoughts. It was a picture of the woman who I serve 24/7. Mistress is so much more than a dominatrix who I visit once a month.

    Towards the end of the week I think that Mistress decided that I needed a bit of perking up (she was right) and so she sent me a video of a session where she had strapped me to the cross and then teased, caressed and edged me for more than an hour before making me agree to pay for her new phone! It was the combination of edging and the threat of telling my wife and the rest of the world all about me that seemed to have done the trick! It is such a hot video.

    And then yesterday Mistress allowed me access to Twitter and to her Website. It was such fun to be able to see all that had been going on and to read the blogs from Mistresses other slaves.

    As I sit here ready to press send I am feeling good. Mistress has already set her regular slaves a task to complete today. I do enjoy being given tasks by Mistress. As I do them I am always reminded of who is in charge and that I have no choice but to do whatever Mistress tells me. And that makes me very hot under the collar!



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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Mental Manipulation

    Due to having suffered a really nasty bout of flu, I am waaaaaaaaay behind in updating my blog with my slave’s journals so I am just going to post them in succession in order to catch up properly and for you to all have your dose of ‘I wish it was me’.


    Mistress really got to me at the start of this week. She had well and truly started the process when she had declared that there was going to be a new Facebook group for her distance control slaves. I had been instructed to set myself up with an appropriate identity and as soon as I had done so had received a ‘friends’ invitation from Mistress. I eagerly accepted the invitation and became a small part of diverse group of slaves and sissy’s. It seems quite appropriate that Mistress should have an easy way to communicate with (torment) her regular pets.

    Mistress quickly put this new medium to work by telling us on Sunday morning that she was still in her bed and posting on her Facebook page a picture of her heavenly body in Calvin Klein figure hugging night wear. It was supported by a message to ensure that we all got our blogs in to her that morning. I have to confess to feeling just a little bit smug at that point as I had already sent mine (this is not how I feel as I write this as I know that I will need to send Mistress a text in a moment begging for a little more time today!). Later that day Mistress posted a note thanking us for our blogs together with a picture of her stocking tops and beautifully proportioned bottom.

    I do wonder sometimes if Mistress has studied the art of brainwashing, manipulation and mind control. As time has gone on I have found that she has progressively taken over my fetish life and made me totally reliant on her. Not only has she blocked me from accessing the ‘external’ fetish world except for the occasional rare glimpse provided as a reward for good behaviour but Mistress has at the same time replaced the void created with her own presence. Mistress is my fetish world now. The real skill involved here is that she has groomed me to the point that I know what she is doing to me and yet I love every step of my entrapment.

    Midweek, Mistress asked me if I was still reciting my Mantra morning and night. I answered honestly that I was not. I know some might see this as either a naive and foolish confession or a desire to provoke some horrible punishment. It is neither. I subscribe to the belief that a distance control slave must always maintain 100% honesty with Mistress. Otherwise the whole thing breaks down. I had somehow got out of the habit of reciting my Mantra some weeks earlier. I told Mistress that I would ‘get back into the habit’ from that point on. And that is what I have done. The worry is that Mistress has asked the question in the first place (and then not reacted to my confession). I know that Mistress is very good at keeping records of her slaves’ achievements and misdemeanours to be referred to at some unknown point in the future.

    Today though, Mistress seemed to be in a good mood. So much so that when I found that I could access her website on my phone (the escapologist in me will always try) and told her, Mistress kindly gave me her permission to look at its content. And how I enjoyed it! I love reading the blogs. I enjoy reading the introductions that Mistress writes to my own and I shudder when I read of the torments that Mistress inflicts on others. Although I know that I would not enjoy many of those torments being inflicted on me I do find the fact that Mistress does them to others an illustration of what she could so easily inflict on me if I stepped out of line. And that understanding of the very thin line that I walk is in itself exciting.

    On Monday I discovered that I had missed a visit by Mistress to my PC. She had left two things for me on my desktop. The first was an image for me to use as my Facebook identity and the second was a set of pictures from a previous session. The session in question was the one where I was strapped to the whipping bench before Mistress had inserted a large anal hook and attached it to the ceiling above me. Mistress described it as a fun session that ‘we must do again sometime’. My instant and knee jerk response was to tell her that the fun was only on her side of the equation and that I would be happy never to repeat it! I know that my response to Mistress is totally irrelevant however. The joy of my relationship with Mistress is that I know that she will do whatever the hell she likes to me and I will either enjoy it or grin (wince!) and bear it.

    On Wednesday Mistress asked me to make her a cock and ball torture device (sorry chaps)! I am reasonably practical and there is something particularly submissive involved in making something for Mistress that will give her even more power and an opportunity to exert it. When I said yes she quickly taunted me with the idea that she would enjoy using it on me. The other benefit from my point of view was that it provided me with a legitimate reason to visit sites such as Uberkinky and Fetters to research the best approach.

    The following day Mistress asked if I was securely locked. I instantly responded with ‘yes Mistress’ to which Mistress responded equally quickly with ‘proof’? As I took the necessary picture to prove that her property was indeed still locked it grew within its prison and started to dribble with the realisation that it was being kept captive by an ever present Mistress. I thanked Mistress for keeping me secured.

    On Friday Mistress sent me a teasing picture of her hand pulling down a part of her top to expose a little of her gorgeous pale breast. This teasing did of course start to get me going, but nowhere near as much as the picture that followed. It showed the next stage where her hand had pulled her top down far enough to expose her beautiful nipple. But now the hand was ‘giving me the finger’ and Mistress had annotated the picture with ‘#unobtainable’. Oh how that image and word has got to me since then! I do of course know that she is totally, 100% out of my league and that I can never hope to be more than a friendly and subservient slave to Mistress, it doesn’t stop me from being just a little bit besotted by her. Despite (and probably because) of her cruel taunts it will never stop me from fantasising.

    That evening I found myself working late on a vanilla project for Mistress. This one involved a length of rope. I sent Mistress a progress picture to which she replied ‘oh the many uses for rope! Followed by ‘good boy’. Both of which sent me to bed in pleasant discomfort.

    It was on Saturday morning that I had got up in the early hours for a pee and taken the opportunity to check Facebook. It appeared that I had missed a ‘goodnight message’ from Mistress sent to her distance control slaves the previous evening with a picture of her in a black corset. I didn’t go back to sleep!

    There are only a few days now until I am with Mistress again for two hours of total pleasure. (This is my description not hers!) Mistress just sent me emoji’s of tears of laughter and purple devils when I used this description to her in a text. Despite this I just can’t wait….


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – The Power of Lace

    After Slave Taquin had enjoyed a relaxing break over Christmas, I was determined to start this year off as I mean to go on… with teasingly good torture. And it doesn’t take much to tease my slave; just a carefully placed image here and there is all it takes to make him weak, begging for my attention……


    The beginning of the week started as so many others had with me submitting my blog to Mistress. It was a very long one as it included my return to a submissive state following a relaxation of control over the Christmas period. Mistress had backed me into an inescapable corner with Writeforme. And then it had told the story of the day Mistress had tied me up and left me in the back of her car whilst she enjoyed lunch with my vanilla lady friend. I knew that Mistress had a very busy Sunday ahead of her and therefore told her that I didn’t expect to hear from her that day.

    But hear from her I did. In her own special way! Mistress sent me one of the sexiest images I have ever received. It was a close up of the top of her thigh. Her skirt was hitched up just high enough to show the suspender strap running across a couple of inches of soft, pale skin with a lacy black stocking top attached to it. I should say at this point that I am not ‘a full frontal nude’ sort of chap. But a tantalising glimpse of forbidden pleasures made unreachable through a thin layer of lace can send me quickly insane. And this picture did precisely that. I told Mistress of the effect that it had on me. She replied ‘I wouldn’t have sent it on the off chance now would I’. Mistress knows quite precisely what she does to me.

    I thought about the image, and the fact that Mistress knew how to get to me so easily, for the rest of the day. By the end of it I knew that I had to see Mistress again, and soon. It was only a week since that fateful day tied up on the back seat of her car. I had enjoyed the experience immensely and indeed the orgasm that she had provided me at the end of it. But the lack of intensity and time in the company of Mistress (‘in the company of Mistress’ can mean so many things when you are at the HOD!) had just left me desperate for some one to one time with her. The tantalising glimpse of a stocking top had just pushed me over the edge.

    The following morning I sent Mistress a text and asked her if she would be able to see me for an additional session. (That would be in addition to the 12 that she has already taken the money for to cover 2017). She said she was unsure if she would be able to do it but would get back to me. I resisted the huge temptation to chase for a response. That was until 8.30pm when I couldn’t take it any longer. Mistress replied that she had been so busy over the previous few days that she was exhausted. Even a power house Mistress needs a rest occasionally. We agreed that my additional session would just have to wait.

    Later in the day Mistress set me a task. Her text read as follows: ‘Your task is to write a poem about “the soft delicate pale thigh flesh at the stocking top”. I will accept a story too. The length is only limited by your imagination.’

    Mistress knows that I get so carried away by tasks like this. I decided that a story was called for and started to consider possible plots. But I really struggled. I wanted to come up with something that would be interesting and maybe unpredictable for Mistress. But I found myself constantly returning to familiar ground. I found myself with two options. Either a story based around a TeamViewer encounter or alternatively one based around a woman avenging a wrong perpetrated on her friend through restraint, torture and sodomy! I started to write a TeamViewer story, but it was so dry and predictable, and so I started on the Avenging Angel story. Although it was probably equally predictable it did at least allow me to build in some edge and intensity. I found it uncomfortably easy to write. It’s creation followed a personally predictable course for me. I wrote about stuff that fulfilled many of my fantasies about the natural dominance and power of women but in doing so I knew that I was describing things that I would hate to have done to me. That didn’t stop me from dribbling like mad as each line flowed into the next.
    It was on Thursday that I realised that I might have another opportunity to visit the HOD and therefore suggested a date later in the month. Mistress very kindly agreed to seeing me and I found myself booked in for a ‘13th’ session in 2017, and we weren’t even half way through January yet. The thought of spending 2 hours with (at the mercy of) Mistress excited me greatly. So much so that I could think of little else during a busy day in London.

    Mistress ensured that she stayed very much front of mind by asking me what my current level of access to kink was. I replied honestly (I know that any attempt to lie would end up badly for me) and told Mistress what sites I could and couldn’t access. And then I sent Mistress the story that I had written. Later in the day Mistress asked me if I had enjoyed writing it, to which I had to answer, yes.

    On Friday Mistress told me to set myself up on an app called Circle Pay and to make a test payment on it. I did as instructed and told Mistress that I was ready. 5 minutes later I received a picture of Mistress holding a chastity device and a set of keys together with a request for £5. I accepted the request and £5 was sent to Mistress. It was that easy. Another easy way to submit to my Mistress had been established. I was in deeper still! A couple of minutes later I received a notification from Circle Pay that £5 had been paid to my account by Mistress together with a nice text from Mistress thanking me for helping her to set it up. It will, I am sure, provide a useful and discrete way to pay Mistress in the future.

    It was later that same day when working in my workshop that I turned around and noticed that the screen on my PC had gone black. I walked towards it and then noticed that the blue camera light was on. Mistress had logged in through TeamViewer, disabled my keyboard, black screened me and was watching! I smiled feebly as the surge of adrenaline knotted my stomach. I waited to see if anything was going to happen. I didn’t even know if Mistress was at her computer screen at the other end. She might just as easily have turned on the camera and gone to make herself a cup of coffee. It really is most unnerving. After a couple of moments I decided to point the PC towards where I was working and get on with my jobs. It wasn’t long though before I heard Mistresses voice coming from the PC speaker. I rushed over to it, nervous that my Wife might walk into the workshop at that moment, and plugged in the headphones. This transfers all sound to them, and I put them into my ears. (I do also have a pair of Bluetooth headphones that I sometimes link to the PC for such occasions, but this takes a couple of minutes and I need keyboard access to be able to do it). Mistress started to talk to me and I felt myself begin to melt into the moment. She sounded upbeat and mischievous as she informed me that I was to listen to a song. The next thing I knew I was listening to The Pussycat Dolls rendition of ‘Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me’. I just nodded like a besotted fool. Mistress then unlocked my screen and opened up the Notes screen and I enjoyed a few minutes of light hearted banter. It ended with Mistress calling me ‘Bitch’ as I had to go in to cook the family dinner. I headed back inside dribbling gently.

    And then yesterday I received an instruction to set myself up on Facebook as Taquin. I did as instructed and received an invitation to become friends with Mistress. It seems that she wants a way of communicating with (Tormenting!) her ever growing band of lucky pets. I accepted her invitation and by the time I went to bed had been rewarded with her first post. It was of two pictures of her. They were both stunning, but it was the second one that stayed in my mind, and kept me awake, for much of last night. In it Mistress is sat wearing a tight black latex dress stretched beautifully over her lovely curves looking down at her adoring slave. Oh so powerful!


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Festively Fucked

    I don’t have much to say about the following journal entry other than I always take notes and I always remember, even when you think you are safe and that I have forgotten! *Evil Laugh*


    The period between Christmas and New Year started quietly enough, and rightly so. It provides such a rare opportunity to spend ‘quality’ time with friends and family. I had done as instructed and provided my previous week’s blog to Mistress on the Monday (Boxing Day) and then at midday I had locked up her property once again and provided the photographic proof. Following the great pleasure of 4 orgasms over the previous 2 days I felt satisfied and not in the slightest bit horny. It therefore felt something of an unnecessary action to lock up her property, but I knew that I was just doing what I had been told. And that in itself gave me reassurance and pleasure. It feels so right and almost comforting to have Mistress controlling my sexual world. She understands it so much better than I do! I know I am in safe hands.

    It wasn’t long before I realised that the joys of Twitter and the internet had been taken from me. My phone and PC had been locked down once again and my fetish vision had been obscured. This is when it started to get quite difficult for me. I did wonder if I should include this in my blog as I fear that some might see it as me whingeing or bleating. It is not. Mistress deserves a holiday from needy slaves like me and I am delighted that she takes the few opportunities available to her to do so. It is just that I miss her terribly when she does. It is how it should be of course. If I didn’t miss her attentions then something would be wrong. I had been ok in the run up to Christmas. Mistress had kindly allowed me to entertain myself with Twitter and her website whilst she undertook her preparations’ for the festive period. And then over Christmas itself she had allowed me free access to her property, Joy! But once Christmas was over and I was locked up again (but now without any stimulation and only very vanilla contact with Mistress) I went into the doldrums. I didn’t tell Mistress this. Why would I? I didn’t want her to change anything. It is just an inevitable part of being a long-term slave. I knew that the only thing to do was to wait. And so I did.

    It was on Saturday when things changed. I received a text from Mistress informing me that she had sent me an email. The text was signed ‘Mistress’. This was all that it took for my balls to swell in the chastity device ring and my mind to start racing. Mistress can use words so easily to turn me on or off in an instant. I have no defences any more.

    I looked at my e mails and discovered that Mistress had sent me a writeforme task. It is something that always gets me going. Today more so than ever before. I clicked on the task and an instruction appeared on my screen. It was an instruction from Mistress. I was to remove my device before I started, leave it off for the duration of the task and then lock myself up once I had completed it. I was puzzled but did as instructed. As soon as it was removed Mistresses property grew in anticipation. I read the ‘line’ to be typed. It summed up how I felt perfectly. Mistress knew precisely what I had been going through! The line finished with the best news of all. Mistress was back. It read:

    ‘I have missed my Mistress, Miss Deelight so dearly but I know that she hasn’t gone away and now she is back to toy with me.’

    I knew that I had a bit more than an hour available to complete the task and thought that would be plenty of time, as long as I concentrated hard. But I also knew that, once you start typing there is no going back. If you stop typing for any length of time you are penalised for it and made to write extra lines. I dived in and managed the first couple of lines without any problem. I made an error in the 3rd line and was immediately sent back to do it again. I was half way through the 3rd line again when the screen went black and a message came up that instructed me to stroke myself slowly for the time that it stayed on my screen, but that I wasn’t to cum. And this is where it all started to go terribly wrong. I was already dribbling away before being told to stroke myself. As soon as I did as instructed my mind turned to mush. The message disappeared from my screen and I stopped stroking and resumed typing. And made a mistake, and got kicked back to the beginning of that line again, and made another mistake and another….. I just got my composure back and completed another 3 lines when the stroking instruction appeared again. I did as instructed, with the same result. I persevered and persevered but progress was painfully slow. After about an hour I had completed approximately 40 lines, and the progress bar didn’t appear to have got up to 25% yet. I tried and tried but the awful truth was dawning on me. There was absolutely no way that I could spend a further 3 or 4 hours on the task. I realised I was going to fail. There was no escaping the reality of this or the fact that Mistress would know. I knew that she would receive a full report of my performance from the writeforme site. And all of this just made me more and more horny and less and less able to type without errors. I crumbled and walked away from the machine. Was I really going to send Mistress a text telling her that I had failed the task? I have never, in over two years, failed a task set by Mistress. I returned to my PC to find my worst fears realised. The progress bar had gone backwards. I was now on only 10% completion. I had it. I sent my text to Mistress and apologised profusely for my failure, and awaited the response. There was none. I locked up Mistresses property once again and sent her the required picture. And still no response from her. Oh dear!

    Later that evening Mistress wished me a very Happy New year, but with no mention of the task failure. This unnerved me greatly. I replied and wished her all the best for 2017 and didn’t mention it either. I suspect it won’t go unmentioned for long.


  • A Very Fortunate Slave – Chapter 14

    Chastity Mistress and Expert, South Wales

    My Slave, Pupp has been absent from the House of Deelight for personal reasons however this doesn’t mean that he has been absent from his servitude.  My pupp has remained in contact, on request throughout his time away and I have continued to nurture and gently control him.

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    With a resurgent pupp comes the ability to return to active service. One of pupp’s duties is to provide a blog, here is chastity report number 14 from: “A Very Fortunate Slave – Slave Pupp’s Chastity blog”.

    “Miss Deelight has continued to control and captivate her pupp without needing to be in the same parish, county or country as this toy. For pupp has been indisposed for some weeks and therefore unable to kneel in person before Miss. pupp may have been out of sight but in no sense did this mean that pupp was out of mind. pupp’s progress was monitored and a toy’s appetite piqued through the sassy, saucy and seminal (!) social media posts that Miss Deelight deigned to make public.

    Miss Deelight’s expertise in distance control is famed and whilst pupp’s leash was extended it was still firmly grasped. One of the various pleasures of serving Miss is that her orders are crystal clear. Miss always makes sure that pupp maintains regular contact. Miss then asks pertinent questions to obtain any further information that she requires, providing encouragement and further inspiring her pupp.

    Meanwhile Miss Deelight’s programme is followed: hence a prettily pantied pupp finds itself using specified toiletries only, whilst researching wide-ranging subjects for any number of reasons. For example pupp has researched topics as diverse as French weather patterns, European currency movements and German-made chastity devices. Now and again such knowledge may be proffered to Miss Deelight for her entertainment.

    So, with the advent of December and Christmas almost present, pupp wishes readers well and looks forward to a busy couple of months. Miss has guaranteed that tests are ahead for pupp, with ever greater control being inescapable. pupp woofs and lopes towards the future, collar very much in place.

    Here’s a quotation: “False names are fun,” said Calo. “Call me Beefwit Smallcock.”
    Thank you Miss Deelight x”

    To my Owner, Miss Deelight,
    With respectful love,
    Your pupp Xx


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Another MindFuck

    Tech-Domme, Online and Distance Domination – Mistress Will Control You from Anywhere!

    Another episode of mind-fuckery for my dear devoted pet this week, in the simple form of allowing him some freedom but not telling him it was available.  I am so good at what I do; bending the minds of my slaves!

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    On Sunday afternoon Mistress took the opportunity to wind me up by text about my access to Twitter. I had pointed out in my blog that she had blocked my hope of catching up on the entire goings on from the last few weeks by actually removing the twitter app from my phone. I knew that this would result in my total Twitter exile. I should say to anyone reading this that I do not wish to be cut off from the wonders of Twitter. Just the opposite in fact. I love Twitter and really enjoy being a part of it when I am allowed to. But I only get real pleasure from it these days if Mistress has told me that I am allowed to look at it. Mistress knows that it gets me horny when she allows me to look at it and then I just end up a tormented wreck in the device. Mind you she also knows it makes me horny when she denies me access! The important thing is that it is Mistress who decides, not me.

    Monday was quite quiet but the whole Twitter thing was still going around in my mind. As is frequently the case at times like this I wrote a small piece on the subject and sent it to Mistress. I told her that I did not want a reply (I didn’t want her to think that I was attention seeking) and that she was welcome to blog it if she thought it was worthy or to just file it in the ‘Taquins Drivel’ folder. I am guessing it ended up in the latter!

    On Tuesday Mistress started to ask questions about the apps on my phone. Questions like this always make me a nervous slave. I didn’t think that I had done anything wrong and responded as required. I heard no more on that subject and so hope that I answered correctly. Shortly after however I realised that Mistress had increased further her control of my phone. It was a tweak to one of the settings that resulted in even less opportunity to escape Mistresses grip. The other thing that I noticed on Tuesday was a hardening in the tone of the texts from Mistress. The most obvious example of this was when she ended one text with an ‘x’ and then instantly sent another one telling me that she hadn’t meant to sign off in that way. But it wasn’t just this. Mistress was sounding strict and stern. Whilst I don’t ever like feeling that I have made Mistress angry (that just causes me anguish) I do find ‘strict and stern’ exciting and so Mistresses property had responded accordingly.

    On Wednesday Mistress spent some time telling me about how much she was looking forward to taking the money from my bank account for my next 12 month contract. I know that there is no going back on the decision now, but it still makes my heart pound knowing what I am committing myself to. The rest of the day was pretty quiet. Mistress did ask at one point how much I was looking forward to my wrestling session with Princess. I thought about it, got hot under the collar, and replied accordingly.

    On Thursday I found myself at the receiving end of one of Mistresses mindfucks! By the time I went to bed I was feeling rather grumpy and sorry for myself. My problem is that I know that Mistress is doing it to me but still find it impossible to prevent her from getting into my head and playing with my emotions. It was all to do with PC access. Mistress has had me so completely locked down recently that I have had no access to fun sites through either my phone or PC. I don’t even have any fun files on my PC anymore since Mistress took them and locked them away on her own PC. I have been so bored! There used to be so many times during the day when I could take a moment or two to see what had been going on in fetish land. Now all I can look at is the news app. And that is no fun at all!* Imagine how I felt then when Mistress texted me on Thursday evening and inquired whether I had enjoyed the last 48 hours of PC freedom. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by this. I had noticed that my PC time hadn’t been limited over the previous couple of days, but the time allowance does change all the time and so I hadn’t been that surprised by that. What I hadn’t realised was that Mistress had completely lifted parental controls. I could have looked at anything I liked! Mistress wanted to know why I hadn’t taken the opportunity to do so. I wont lie, the question made me feel quite irate! I replied honestly that the only way that I could have known that the controls had been removed would have been if I had tried to access Twitter or other fun sites. I know that if I did try to do that Mistress would see it on my weekly Microsoft parental controls report and that I feared that I would end up on the whipping bench at the HOD as a result! In other words I am far too much of a coward to try without permission. I also like to think that I am being a good slave and might be rewarded for my good behaviour. Now I found that I was being penalised for it. I felt quite indignant! By the end of the text exchange Mistress had established that it was all my fault. She told me that as soon as I had realised that I had extended PC usage I should have asked her if the restrictions had been lifted. In addition to this I should have thanked her for the additional PC time in the first place. As a result of both of my mistakes Mistress declared that ‘the ship has sailed, and you missed the boat’. I opened up my PC and turned it on, only to find my access blocked once again. And that is why I went to bed that night feeling rather grumpy and not in the slightest bit horny. I know, I am pathetic! Mistress was just playing with me. It was just a tiny thing that she used to wind me up a bit. But she is so good at it. Inevitably though my fetish mind began to process what had happened whilst I slept. By 3am it had concluded that I was being controlled by a tough and uncompromising Mistress who enjoys being able to twist my mind. My grumpiness had begun to slip away only to be replaced by inevitable horniness. I know that I need ‘tough and uncompromising’ as much as I need ‘kind and considerate’.

    The following morning I sent Mistress my morning text to own up to the fact that my little bit of anguish the night before was now inevitable turning into horniness. Her response was to torment me just a little bit more. She asked if I had noticed the files she had placed on my PC desktop. I opened my PC to discover that I had no access at all that day. It was terrible to know that Mistress had put something on the PC for me to look at without then being able to look at them. I texted her again and told her that sometimes she made me feel like stamping my feet like a petulant child! Her response was to tell me that ‘Tantrums don’t work with Mummy’.

    I had to wait until my PC unlocked at 6am on Saturday morning (I was sat watching the clock from 5.45 waiting for 6am to arrive) before I was able to discover what Mistress had put on my desktop for me. And it was worth getting up early for. Mistress had left me two pictures of herself. In both she looked divine and super sexy. I appreciate it when Mistress gives me a gift such as this. I sent her a text of thanks.

    It has been a relatively quiet week this week. But I do now check to see if I am able to access Twitter or MissDeelight.com each day (you will probably read in a future blog of my beating for doing so!) The text that made me most thoughtful was when Mistress told me that ‘you know that you love it’ referring to her winding me up on Thursday. I thought about it and realised it was true. Even when Mistress is torturing my body or my mind I love her attention. I need to feel the ups and the downs and the depth of emotions that she can trigger within me. Mistress makes me feel alive.

    * It seems that the news app on my phone can be fun after all! It has a search facility that I started to play with on Saturday. I tried several words before striking gold with ‘dominatrix’. It seems that the tabloids love running pieces about Mistresses. I am sure I will tire of the ‘shocking revelations’ before too long (that’s if Mistress gives me the opportunity after reading this) but it has provided me with a little light stimulation in the meantime.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Teasing Torment

    Chastity and Control Mistress, South Wales

    This edition was sent to me on the 20th November, so Yes! I am behind in my blogs but fear not.. your dose of Taquin’s torment is here lol. I had spent the week leading up to this blog submission (I do love that my slaves ‘submit’ their journals as well as everything else) teasing Taquin with words.  Yes it really is that easy for me to wind up my pets and turn them into dribbling wrecks, with simple text messages.  I know them all so well!

    (if the image below appears at the wrong orientation, it’s because I am composing this post at 4am and I really can’t be bothered to flip it around!)

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    On Monday and during a short text exchange referring to my session still more than 2 weeks away Mistress used the word ‘domination’ referring to what she does. And it really got to me. Amongst other things it made me think back 22 years!

    My first experience with a dominatrix had been confusing and terrifying in equal measure. It was ‘pre-internet’ as far as most of us were concerned. The World Wide Web had come into existence in 1989 and it wasn’t really until the end of the 90’s that I discovered fetish content online for the first time. The reality was that back in 1994 I didn’t really have a clue what would work for me except that I knew that I wanted to be tied up by a pretty woman. One day I had found myself looking in the small ads of a local paper and saw an advertisement for a massage that ‘you were bound to enjoy’. There were no other clues as to what was on offer but I plucked up the courage and phoned the number on the ad. I remember that first call vividly. I didn’t know what to say or what to ask but somehow through my mumbles I had made an appointment. (Today I still find it hard to actually talk about my fetish even to Mistress. Writing is fine; talking face to face is still a hurdle for me. Back then I found it almost impossible). Later that same day I entered the premises of the dominatrix concerned and was met by the young lady who I had spoken to on the phone. She ushered me into a room with a bondage cross and a massage table. The walls were covered in the implements of her trade, most of which I had absolutely no idea of what their function might be. She instructed me to strip and wait whilst she went to get ready. After what seemed an age she returned, sat on the massage table alongside me and asked what I wanted. My response whispered very quietly was to say that I wanted to be dominated. I know now that was a useless answer! The problem was that I had not a clue what I meant by it, and therefore it was impossible for her to have any idea of what to do with me. She asked if I wanted to be made to crawl around on all fours on the floor. I said no. She asked a couple more questions and still I could give her no useful guidance. The only thing that I knew that I wanted was to be tied up. Again very quietly and self-consciously I told her that I would like my hands tied behind my back. In the end she had given up on trying to extract information from me, ignored my one request for bondage, strapped me to the cross and gave me my first experience of edging and denial. And it was wonderful. It was so tormenting to be brought so close to orgasm by a sexy young lady but to find that she would only allow me to cum when she was happy to do so. She had seemed to take great pleasure in her power over me, and my obvious and desperate need for her to take me over the edge. In that moment I had felt totally dominated and had for the first time begun to understand myself.

    It was many years after that when I next plucked up the courage to visit a dominatrix. Like many of us I suspect that all that I dared to do was to fantasise about such things (now with the benefit of the internet) but it took a series of events to come together and the realisation that you really do ‘only live once’ to bring me to the point today when, on Monday some 22 years later, I received a text from my Mistress telling me that she dominates me. And this is exactly what Mistress does to me of course. She dominates me overtly through physical restraints, punishment or the use of enforced chastity but most of the time through her devastating use of words to control my thoughts and emotions. I am not sure however that she has ever actually said it to me before. There was such a powerful self-confidence in that one text. And how it got to me! I thought about it all of that afternoon and night. I desperately wanted to text Mistress and tell her how I felt but I know that sometimes I text too much and so I went to bed that night to suffer in silence.

    On Tuesday morning, following a night of wonderful torment constrained as I was by the device Mistress makes me wear, I cracked and sent Mistress a long morning text about how she had made me feel. Often in the past this would have been enough for Mistress to know that she had got to me and she would let me simmer gently for the rest of the day. Today was not going to be one of those days! Today she responded by telling me that she had already planned an amazing session for me in December. Mistresses’ property dribbled wildly at the thought of what Mistress might have planned.

    This was followed by the following text:

    ‘I will be dressed to kill and you will die inside because I am out of your league. Mistress.’

    Those few words reminded me how tantalizingly close Mistress sometimes seems to be and yet how totally out of reach she really is. I realised that my balls were swollen and blue. Each time I read the text I felt the adrenaline run through my veins as the truth of the statement hit home. The effect of Mistress piling on the pressure was for me to crave even more attention. Again I resisted the urge to text and tried to work whilst the last text went round and round in my mind.

    Then later in the day she asked me what access I currently had on my PC and phone. Mistress currently has both devices firmly locked down. I have no opportunity to view Twitter, MissDeelight.com or any traditional fetish sites. Mistress knows that I can’t help myself but try to break her hold on me hence her question. In actual fact there was very little wriggle room on my part. My only access seemed to be totally vanilla such as WhatsApp, Gmail etc although I did own up to the fact that there was some mixed wrestling content available to me. At the end of my response I asked for access to Twitter (which Mistress ignored!) and for a picture of Mistress ‘dressed to kill’. In the state that I was in I really felt the need to be able to see my Mistress. Her response made me crumble! Mistress sent me a short video of herself dressed in body hugging black PVC and boots. She ensured that the camera captured all of her curves as I heard her voice laughing at my desperation. As the video came to an end Mistress looked me straight in the eye with a mocking smile and said ‘twitch, twitch’. And that is exactly what her property did endlessly for the rest of the day. Tuesday was one hell of a day for me!

    On Wednesday morning I found myself awake at 4am straining in the confines of the device once again. I dozed through a state of intense horniness until 5.30am before getting up and having a shower. I had not calmed down much by the time I sent Mistress my morning text. Her reply was a set of emoticons that told me of her pleasure at what she had done to me. Her next text didn’t help me much either. Mistress informed me that she would be taking my payment for a further 12 months servitude to her directly from my bank account using TeamViewer to access my PC ‘while you sit hopelessly watching with your input disabled’.

    Thursday & Friday were quiet whilst Mistress dealt with other things in her life. On Friday I asked Mistress if she would be kind enough to allow me to pay for her to treat herself to something over the weekend. Sometimes I worry that she doesn’t spend enough time thinking about herself. I was very pleased therefore that she allowed me to pay for her to have a manicure and pedicure. Hopefully it made her smile.

    Yesterday morning Mistress enquired how her property was but also how it was coping with the device. I told Mistress that her property had relaxed following it period of intense teasing at the beginning of the week. In the past any period of sustained teasing would have led to a little soreness around the device. I was pleased to be able to report to Mistress that this had not happened for some time. It has taken me a long time to get to this point. I have tried different devices during this time and having settled on my current one (Uberkinky stainless steel spiral) and having made a few alterations to its fit over time it seems that I can wear it for as long as Mistress requires me to. This is a somewhat frightening admission to make to Mistress but ultimately I am pleased. I always felt like a bit of a failure having to tell Mistress that she had teased me too much and that I needed to remove my device to recover.

    At lunch time I decided to ask Mistress if she would allow me to access Twitter. She had blocked me from it on both my PC and Phone some weeks earlier and I really wanted to know what had been going on. What I do know is that asking Mistress too frequently just annoys her and leads to an extension of my exile. I think I had only asked once over the previous few weeks and so hoped that I might not get into too much trouble by asking again. I sent a very polite request to Mistress and held my breath. After a few minutes Mistress replied:
    ‘I’ll think about it’ – this was better than ‘no’ which had been the answer last time. 15 minutes went by until her next text:
    ‘On your phone?’ – I answered ‘yes please’ and waited. 20 minutes went by until her next action:
    Mistress hid most of my apps on my phone (including the Twitter that didn’t work even when it was showing). I sent her a sad emoticon. She said:
    ‘Why’ – I explained. She replied:
    ‘Oh dear, Lol.’ – My apps reappeared and Mistress sent her next text:
    ‘Unlocked, make the most of it you don’t have long’ – I thanked her and opened up Twitter on my phone. What did Mistress mean by ‘you don’t have long’? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? I checked messages, I checked notifications, I thought about starting to look at all of the posts of the last few weeks but realised that that was probable unrealistic in the time that Mistress had allowed me. I went straight to Mistresses’ page and saw that she had posted a video. In it she gave viewers a short tour of the HOD and talked of the fact that she had a newbie coming to see her shortly. She oozed power and control as she talked of how she was going to start his training. And then the screen froze. That was it! My phone pinged to tell me a text had arrived:
    ‘That’s long enough!’ – It had probably been no more than two minutes. I sent Mistress a text and thanked her for allowing me just a brief look at Twitter and told her that I had been desperate to see what had been going on.

    The following paragraph was omitted from my first blog submission this morning. Having sent it to Mistress a sense of guilt gnawed away at me. Mistress was probably totally aware of the impact of her actions but I know that honesty is fundamental to an effective distance control relationship and so I have now added it……

    Although Mistress had only allowed me two minutes of access to Twitter I knew that it was going to provide me with much entertainment. The reason for this is that I knew that in that brief moment of access it would have downloaded everything that had happened during my exile. Although I was now blocked from gathering new tweets I knew that I would be able to tap on the Twitter app and spend as much time as I liked trawling through all the fun stuff that had been going on recently. I slid my finger across the screen to move to the screen where all of the fun apps were grouped, and they were hidden! I felt my Mistress squeezing my balls harder still. So much for the hours of fun that I thought she had provided me. It really was only two minutes followed now by an even more complete exile.

    At this point Mistresses’ property lost all self-control once again. Mistress texted twice more:
    ‘And now I’ve added to your desperation’ and ‘my property won’t be quite so relaxed now’.
    Mistress as always was correct. I went to bed last night with swollen balls and awoke at 3am with her property attempting once again to escape its cage.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Weeks 62 and 63

    Distance control journal weeks 62 and 63

    Mistress has continued to be kind and understanding, granting me further time away from distance control but as you will read later that does not mean she has let her grip go completely.

    Week 62

    I start my week as always by messaging Mistress my weight and to wish her a nice day. Even though I am on a break there are still rules to follow and after my well documented ups and downs this year I am following them to the letter. I hear nothing from Mistress today and don’t until Tuesday because it is Halloween on the Monday and I know this is a big thing for Mistress and assumed she would be busy anyway. One of the great joys of getting over myself is not getting angst ridden waiting for a reply. When Mistress did reply, she did indeed have a busy few days and ended the message with 3 smiling devil emoji’s and simply ‘soon be Friday’. I replied that I hoped she had an enjoyable Halloween and that whatever was coming my way on Friday I was most looking forward to it and confirmed that marks would be ok. The reply was a short “That’s good to know” and 2 more smiling devils.

    The following day I messaged Mistress to confirm the Christmas present she had chosen had arrived safely. Mistress was happy and excited to hear that but also enquired if I had checked to make sure they were ok. I hadn’t at that time but I confirmed later that they were fine and fit for a Goddess.

    On Thursday and ahead of our session the next day Mistress messaged me to tell me not to tweet about my visit the following day (it all makes sense now) I confirmed that I wouldn’t but I don’t normally anyway. It turned out that would not be the case anyway because Mistress had once again blocked me from twitter and her website and had reinstalled my pc time restrictions albeit very generous at this point.

    Friday arrives and I message Mistress to confirm our session at 12 noon and that I have my usual offerings to bring. I had no idea what the session would bring but my reply from Mistress including 15 smiling devil emoji’s meant this was going to be one of those days. I now get mega nervous before a session especially after the mild public humiliation a few weeks ago. The morning drags on as usual and eventually I leave with plenty of time to allow for hold ups and arrive nice and early and wait nervously for the clock to tick around.

    The actual session is subject to a separate write up but let’s just say it was beyond anything I could have imagined and over a week later I am still very grateful to Mistress for arranging it. As you can imagine if you have read my session write up I left a few hours later slightly dazed with a sore bum and a big smile on my face.

    Mistress very kindly messaged me later in the evening to check how I was feeling and to tell me that she had enjoyed herself immensely (the laughter coming from downstairs after the big reveal gave it away slightly) so it was another win win session.

    Week 63

    Once again I start my week reporting my weight (which was still the same at 15st 8) and to wish Mistress and her evil genius mind a nice Sunday and that I discovered with great joy that twitter was still working on my phone. Mistress replied that even the scales are dominating me because they kept flashing the 7lb figure up. Mistress also kindly enquired if I had any sub drop after our very intense session? Which I was pleased to report that I had not. Mistress was very kind to check most days that I had not suffered any drop and I was pleased to report that my recent sessions had brought me back to a lovely level of complete submission.

    This week also heralded the return of my pc time restrictions. Mistress informed me of this by sending me a message with the following emoji’s an egg timer, a spanner and a key. This summed it up perfectly. Mistress had also removed twitter from my phone and I now spent the rest of the week checking it every day but it’s gone and when it returns only Mistress knows. This week also saw the arrival of a new laptop and as I was setting it up I got carried away and not only looked on twitter but liked one of Mistress’s tweets which was Mistress looking fabulous in her new shiny catsuit. I knew this was a stupid thing to do because I was banned from twitter and the inevitable message from Mistress enquiring where was I accessing twitter from has led to me handing over my new laptop for Mistress to put her controls on it. This of course is most correct because there is no point having access to things you are denied because you won’t get the joy of them when they are returned to you.

    I was also amused at the time limits Mistress gave me and on what days. I don’t use my pc much on a Saturday and this was the day Mistress gave me the most time. I do love how her evil mind works. I have so far used up 2 day’s time allocation writing this and let’s be honest there isn’t that much in it. I am going to have to allocate and plan my time better when my life calms down and my journals fatten up a bit.

    Another thing that has made me shake my head is the weekly report of my pc usage that Mistress gets and I get a copy and it now shows the websites that Mistress has blocked and there is a button that can unblock them. Of course, only Mistress can operate this and it’s just one more thing to tease me with.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Making Plans

    On Sunday morning I found myself exchanging a few texts with Mistress, which is always a pleasure. It was at about 10 o’clock that she told me she was actually still in bed and was texting from there. This put an image into my mind that was frankly most exciting. I couldn’t help myself but think of how wonderful it would be to be tied up alongside her in bed. So close, so intimate and yet totally so totally unattainable. Mistress had instructed me to lock myself into the Bon4m the previous day and I found the increased weight and more restrictive shape just added to the inevitable torment of the moment.

    Later in the day Mistress instructed me to research a lady wrestler she was aware of from her internet presence. This was very kind of her as she knows that I would like to revisit an enjoyable kink experienced in my past. Mistress also knew that she had instructed me previously to contact a young lady wrestler who is based in South Wales (who I will call Princess for the purposes of this blog), but had not managed to establish contact at that point. I had heard of the wrestler that Mistress was now telling me to do some research on before as she is quite active in the wrestling scene. I quickly found her website and learnt as much of her as I could, and reported back to Mistress. I told Mistress what I had found out and confirmed that a wrestling session with her would be great fun but that I felt it could not work because she was based in London. I have always hoped that anything like this would conclude with me being under the control of Mistress. I would love it to happen as an integral part of a session or if this were not possible as something that I did immediately before attending Mistress at the HOD. I am sure that I had done exactly as Mistress had intended I should. The research had got me very hot under the collar and I had exposed still more of my fetish secrets as a result.

    On Monday morning I received the instruction to remove the Bon4m, check that all was well with Mistresses property and lock myself up again using the more comfortable Uberkinky device. This time I was to lock myself with the metal padlock that Mistress had sent me home with, open and ready to be applied, following my session the previous week. Its spare key was already locked inside the key safe that Mistress had the code for. I did as instructed and sent Mistress a picture as proof. ‘That’s it then’ I thought to myself. I suspected that the lock would not be removed until my next session in four weeks time. Or so I thought…

    It was only 3 hours later that I realised that I had a problem. My problem was that I knew that the following day I had to go to a local Magistrates court. I wasn’t up in front of the magistrate! but someone close to me was. It was a day that I had been dreading for some weeks, but it was only on that Monday afternoon that I started to think about the logistics of the following day. I have never been to a court before and really didn’t know what to expect but the thought crossed my mind that they might have metal detectors. I did a Google search and realised that they did. Disaster! The last thing I needed was to have to explain my stainless steel device to a security guard. I knew that I only had one option. I sent Mistress a text and asked if I could have the code to the key safe. I knew two things in doing so. Firstly I knew that she would provide it as this was a genuine and exceptional situation. But secondly I knew that she would be angry at my lack of forethought. Her response was to send me a short but direct text. All it said was: ‘you didn’t think of that BEFORE you locked yourself up’ Followed by another text with the code. I apologised profusely and unlocked myself. Later that evening I received a text from Mistress that was a screen shot from Twitter (which I had not seen due to my Twitter exile) of a nice tweet from one of her followers congratulating her on my servitude. I recognised it for what it was. Mistress knew that I would be worrying about the day to come and wanted to lift my spirits. Mistress can sometimes be so very cruel, but just occasionally she can be so very thoughtful and kind.

    Tuesday was indeed a very difficult day. It was the rare sort of day when all thoughts of kink and fetish are put to one side. It was around lunch time that I received a text from Mistress that just said ‘thinking of you’. And I really appreciated it. It does make a difference when you are reminded that you are not alone with the traumas of everyday life. I didn’t arrive home until late that afternoon. It had not been a happy day but the outcome had been as good as could have been hoped for and I was relieved that it was over. Now I just wanted to put it behind me. Luckily for me my fetish life came to my rescue. Although Mistress had blocked all PC and phone access to Twitter and the fetish internet I do occasionally see the first few words of Twitter notifications flash across my phone’s screen. That evening I saw that Princess had responded to my Twitter message requesting a wrestling session in advance of my next session at the HOD.

    I sent Mistress a text and asked her if she would allow me a little internet access that evening in order to confirm details. What followed that evening and the following morning was a series on introductory communications between myself and Princess. I discovered that she had been out of the country for a little while and had not had the opportunity to attend to Twitter or her emails in her absence. I also discovered that she was a pleasure to communicate with. She was not at all fazed by my disclosure of my servitude to Miss Deelight or by request that I would like to wrestle wearing nothing but my chastity device. Being something of a fan of CFNM I told her that I would not expect her to do likewise. (I am pretty certain that was never an option anyway). By Wednesday morning everything had been agreed and I sent Mistress a text to tell her the good news and to let her know that my spirits had been lifted following the traumas of the previous day. Her reply was to ask if Princess had my e-mail and text details. I knew full well what this meant. The moment that I responded to Mistress and told her that we were indeed able to communicate outside of the Twitter messaging system all fetish access for me was removed once again!

    On Thursday Mistress asked me how much I was looking forward to the December session. Thoughts of it swirled around in my head, and therefore Mistresses property, all day and all night.

    I woke on Friday morning feeling particularly horny. I had woken several times in the early hours feeling very similar and had had an uncomfortable night because of it. The teasing by Mistress the day before had, as always, lodged in my mind to be replayed over and over in the early hours of the morning. I grabbed a cup of coffee and opened my PC in order to find out what access Mistress was going to allow me that day. I entered the password that Mistress had set up for me on my ‘guest’ account. (Mistress took full control of my PC using TeamViewer a long time ago and has taken it over as ‘Administrator’. I guess I am just the leaseholder these days and Mistress has taken over the freehold and made herself my landlord). Within moments I was looking at the parental controls screen which informed me that I would have to wait until 6am the following day to use it. I felt Mistress gripping my balls and squeezing hard. I sent her a text and told her how I felt. Her response was to send me an emoticon of a clenched fist!

    My torment eased during the afternoon as we realised that we were going to have to change the date of my December session. It wasn’t too big a deal but did mean I needed to amend my plans at home and find another date that worked for Princess also. Therefore I moved into an organisational mind-set rather than a fetish one.

    This still wasn’t resolved by the time I went to bed and so I ended up having a pretty relaxed night on Friday night. It wasn’t until getting up for a pee at 3am on Sunday morning that I saw a reply from Princess to agree the revised date for my wrestling experience in advance of my HOD session. It was a nice note telling me not to worry about having to make the change. I went back to bed and failed to get back to sleep due to the thoughts circulating in my little slave brain. In a text exchange the previous day Mistress had told me that my December session was going to be ‘immense’. All I have to do now is to survive the Mistress controller coaster until then. It is easier said than done!


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A New Kink

    Slave Taquin has been exploring a potential new fetish avenue this week.  It isn’t something I offer so I have instructed my slave to do some research….


    I am struggling to write this blog this week. This is partly because I am away from home again with limited opportunity to type but also because I have been given rare access to the twitter and the internet and all I really want to do is to drive myself insane by spending time on that!
    I will break away from convention and tell you of all the things that have happened this week but not necessarily in the right order.
    The week for me has centred around one area. I often find myself enthused by one particular aspect of this Fetish world for a period of time. The joy of my fetish world is that there seem to be a multitude of different things that get me going. Sometimes new and sometimes revisited. This week has been all about revisiting something that I used to enjoy very much, Mixed Wrestling. And before you all go scurrying off to see if Miss Deelight has added a whole new section to the specialities offered on her website, the answer is no! Mistress has not started to wrestle us chaps. She has far more effective and devastating ways of keeping us under control. But she has decided to use my love of mixed wrestling to torment me. Mistress knows that before I met her I used to enjoy being physically overpowered, pinned and made to submit by a young lady. This week she has proven once again what a generous and understanding Mistress she is. She has given me permission to contact a young lady who enjoys wrestling chaps like me, who is based in Cardiff, in order that I might see her for an hour before my session with Mistress commences. It is of course on the basis that wrestling is all that happens and Mistress has insisted that I will have to do it whilst still locked in the chastity device.
    Therefore on Wednesday I sat down to compose an email to a young lady who I had never written to before. I am always nervous about doing such a thing. Not for myself but for her. Mistress had told me that I was to let her know that I would be locked up whilst wrestling. This meant that I would have to disclose my ‘slave’ status. I feared that I risked shocking or scaring the young lady concerned. This led me to writing a long email of explanation and asking if she would be willing to see me. Despite my nervousness I also found writing an e mail like this, that forced me to confess my need to be dominated, to be such a submissive thing to have to do. It excited me greatly!
    I added Mistress to the distribution and pressed ‘send’. A few minutes passed before I received a message from Mistress. She berated me for making the young lady read such a long e mail and informed me that I was to send her a gift token as a compensation. I of course did exactly as I was instructed! I didn’t receive a response from the young lady concerned and started to fret that I had either upset her or maybe I had been using a redundant e mail address. I really wanted to be allowed onto Twitter to message her directly, but Mistress ignored or denied every request that I made.
    One day I even received an e mail notification of a tweet that Mistress had made. It asked her followers whether or not I should be allowed Twitter access. I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to the 11 followers who said yes. It was very kind of you, but unfortunately it still only represented 42% of the followers who responded, and so my exile continued.
    I was so desperate to be allowed access that, at one point, I sent Mistress a text suggesting that I would like to try to break free from her control of my phone. Her response was straightforward. It was a gif of a character being hit by lightning and a reference that she would go and find a cattle prod. Needless to say I made no attempt to access Twitter without permission.
    On Friday Mistress did allow me onto her website and Twitter, but didn’t tell me! It was getting towards the end of the day before I received a text from Mistress that asked me if I had been enjoying my freedom. It was only at that point that I realised what I had been missing all day. I had a late night that night and went to bed a dribbling mess.
    I awoke on the Saturday morning to start writing this blog, and as I explained at the beginning, found myself dipping into twitter far too often! Before I knew what had happened I was an hour late! I sent my morning text to Mistress and rushed upstairs to shower and get dressed. Within 5 minutes I received a text from an angry Mistress! My morning text to her had been far too ‘matter of fact’ and not in the slightest bit submissive. I re-read what I had sent and realised that she was indeed correct. In my rush I had forgotten my true position in this relationship. I apologised and grovelled, several times. Mistress ignored me. I started to worry, a lot. In the end I sent Mistress a text and begged her not to punish me for my lack of submission. Mistress had got me just where she wanted me once again.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Her Toy

    Slave Taquin, as with all my slaves and pets, is but a toy for my amusement.  I shall pick it up and play with it then put it down as I see fit.  In this edition you will see that I very much played with it this week!

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    On Sunday I submitted my blog and Mistress very kindly told me that she had enjoyed reading it.
    Monday was a day full of contrasts. I should be used to them by now but I wear my fetish heart on my sleeve when it comes to being a slave to Miss Deelight. Having had permission to access Twitter and missdeelight.com the previous week (and knowing that technically speaking other sites had been open to me for all of that time) I plucked up the courage to ask Mistress if I was allowed to look wider than the two sites for which permission had been granted. In my morning text I asked if I was allowed to venture further into sites such as fetlife, adultwork and xhamster. After a little while Mistress responded that she was going to treat me as if I was a child of hers and allow me access to my gadgets as she was going to be far too busy with other things this week. But she also gave me an instruction. I was to send her links to anything that was of particular interest to me. This really did get me thinking and of course dribbling. I still remember the time, very early on in my servitude to Miss Deelight, when she accused me of trying to top from the bottom and punished me accordingly! Whilst she had already extracted from me plenty of information that told her all that she needed to know about my fetish desires it was going to be a very rare treat to be allowed to proactively send her links to things that really got me going. I was very much aware that I was booked to spend two and a half hours with Mistress at the HOD at the end of the week and wondered if she was after ideas for that session. The other angle to this newfound freedom was that, since Mistress had taken control of my PC and started getting reports of my browsing and Google search activity I had stopped searching for stuff in the way that I had previously. Again I was worried that Mistress might think that I was using it as a deliberate way of telling her what I wanted to happen to me, which didn’t seem right (particularly if it was concerning things that I suspected that she really wasn’t in to). Today I decided was going to be different. And so my day went really well until about lunchtime. As Bargain Hunt came to its normal exciting conclusion I received a text from Mistress that pushed me off the cliff and started me tumbling down my very own pit of despair once again. It said two things. Firstly that we would not be able to session at the HOD on Friday but secondly that instead of this I was to meet Mistress in a public car park after which I was to take her to lunch at an Italian restaurant. Mistress had to be back at the car park promptly afterwards as she had other commitments. The fact that we wouldn’t be able to session at the HOD was really disappointing, but these things happen. The replacement plan however filled me with abject horror. I re-read the text from Mistress and realised that it had within it the following phrase ‘this still counts as a session because I am not going to make it easy for you’. Without droning on about it I can confirm that I find anything to do with fetish really difficult outside of home or the HOD. It is not just about being made to make of a fool of myself. I even find things like being made to edge in toilet cubicles (trains and planes being two such examples) quite horrifying. It is another example of me being silly but just knowing that there are people stood close by or probably waiting for me to finish is horrible. But in particular I fear public humiliation (and for me humiliation means doing or being seen to be doing anything out of the ordinary). I had no idea what Mistress had planned for me but the possibility that it might include any amount of performance or public humiliation sent me into a panic. This came only the day after I had read the account of the humiliation that Mistress had inflicted on Sissy Mouse on the streets of Newport. Mistress sent me another text and told me that she knew that I was stood just looking at my screen. And she was right. After a couple of minutes of hesitation I sent a text to Mistress confirming that I understood the revised arrangements and looked forward to seeing her on Friday. I signed it ‘Scared Taquin’ and got on with my day. But as the day progressed I got more and more panicked by the thoughts of what was going to happen. Of course I had not been told what that would be but knew from experience that if Mistress told me that she ‘was not going to make it easy for me’ then something terrible was going to befall me. In all honesty I had a mini melt down over the whole thing and started sending texts to Mistress. She of course was having none of it. The most reassuring thing that she told me was to trust her. And I do. But still the demons played in my mind. In the end I declared that I wanted to accept the fact that not attending my session with Mistress on the Friday would result in it being cancelled altogether and the monies already paid for it would be forfeit. I was that scared! And no, Mistress didn’t let me get away with that either. In the end she used her powers of persuasion to ensure that I agreed to go ahead. I went to bed that night quite unhappy. I was disappointed. I was disappointed that the session at the HOD had been cancelled, I was disappointed that I had reacted in the way that I had and I was disappointed that when Mistress had told me to trust her that I had still wavered. It was that last point that upset me the most. Mistress has always looked after me. Amongst our communications earlier in the day Mistress had sent me a GIF. It was of a pretty young lady driving a car and looking across at her passenger and saying ‘trust me’. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words and it is true. I did have a pretty sleepless night wrestling with the conflict between the fear of what Mistress might subject me to fighting with my steadfast knowledge that I could trust Mistress.
    I awoke the following morning feeling a little better. I sent my morning text to Mistress and made no reference to the communications of the day before. She replied likewise. Later that morning Mistress kindly sent me a picture of herself wearing black lingerie in preparation for her session with a newbie that day. She looked fantastically sexy! By mid afternoon I had got over my melt down. I certainly wouldn’t say that all worry had disappeared but I knew that I was going to be safe in the hands of my Mistress. I sent her a text and told her that I was ok now and apologised for my melt down of the day before. Knowing how vulnerable that I was going to be but also knowing that I was now willing to fully submit and trust Mistresses judgement unequivocally lifted a huge weight from my shoulders.
    Over the next couple of days I found myself looking forward to my lunch with Mistress more and more.
    On Wednesday we exchanged texts and I asked Mistress if I could be allowed to send her the links to the things that had particularly interested me during my rare period of free internet access. There were three main themes to them, and each one, if of interest to Mistress, would probably lead to my deeper submission. But that is the nature of being a submissive chap with a wonderfully dominant Mistress. I do love it when Mistress makes me hang myself like this. I was becoming more and more horny in advance of our Friday meeting. This was made all the more intense on Thursday when I realised that Mistress had taken control of my PC and phone once again. It had taken me about 2 hours to realise that Twitter had stopped refreshing. I sent Mistress a text to let her know that I had realised that she had tightened her grip once again and just received a ‘ha, ha’ in response.
    Friday dawned and the mixture of fear and happy & horny anticipation set in. Just as I had driven away from my home Mistress informed me of a change of plans. We were now going to lunch in a pub closer to the HOD. I cancelled one reservation and made another and set off not knowing what to expect. The good news was that we were now going to go directly to the pub concerned as opposed to a public car park. This was good news as I feared for what the reason might have been for meeting in a car park in the first place.
    I was intentionally very early for our lunch as I wanted some time to write this blog. Although Twitter was blocked from me I could still see notifications of tweets that mentioned me through my e-mail account. One such tweet notification showed Mistress dressed in a sexy trench coat (yes she can even make a trench coat look sexy!) and a scarf on her way out for our lunch appointment. She had said that she was dressed as the ‘girl next door’. I find this a truly wonderful, natural look and sent her a text telling her how much I was looking forward to seeing her. I was straining in my device by this time.
    My straining in my device should not surprise anyone as it was now four and a half weeks since my last visit to the HOD, and since Mistress had sent me away with her property securely in its chastity device! It hadn’t been touched by anything but stainless steel during that time and was pretty desperate for any sort of attention. As I write this I have just realised that this is probably the longest time that Mistress has left me locked 24/7 since my unfortunate injury (I had allowed the device to dig in and had not told Mistress). Since that time I have made some changes to the device that appears to have led to a significant improvement. So much so that even after four and a half weeks of continuous wear (and much teasing) it feels perfectly comfortable with no signs of rubbing or chafing. This is both great news and scary news. A long time ago I foolishly told Mistress that my fantasy was that she would never allow me to touch my property again. The only time that it would come out of its cage would be when I was tied up at the HOD. This week it feels like Mistress is turning another fantasy into reality!
    Mistress arrived at the Pub fashionably late. It had given me time to pre-order a drink for her and to start to fret about how close other diners would be to us. I have never been allowed to take Mistress out before and had no idea of how the dynamics might work out. I feared that Mistress might take the opportunity to ensure that the other diners were left in no doubt as to my subservient position. Once Mistress arrived my fears were totally allayed. During the next 2 hours of our lunch Mistress maintained her natural dominant position in our relationship but in such a way that I was the only person to realise it. We had a thoroughly nice lunch with only a brief time talking of fetish stuff. Eventually Mistress had to leave to attend some lucky chap back at the HOD and we said our goodbyes and left. But just before we left Mistress asked if I was still locked. It seemed a slightly strange question as she had the key to the device, but I responded that yes I was still locked and went on my way. As I drove home I realised at I had missed a potential (but unlikely) opportunity for release.
    When I had left home that morning I had no idea what lay ahead of me. At that point I had believed that I would be required to meet Mistress in a public car park before taking her to lunch. I hadn’t received any instructions as to what I should take with me but Mistress had asked earlier in the week if she had changed the code on the key safe that contained my emergency device key. I had therefore packed a few of the things that would be required for a normal session ‘just in case’. One of the things that I had with me therefore was the key safe. As I had got to the pub first, and now knowing that we would meet inside the pub, I had taken my key safe in with me hidden in my laptop bag.
    As I drove home that afternoon I realised that my reply to Mistress should have been. ‘Yes Mistress I am still securely locked, but I do have the key safe with me. Please will you allow me an orgasm tonight?’ How often do we walk away from having said something knowing that we have missed the opportunity to say something better? I hadn’t even told her that I had the key safe with me. Of course Mistress would probably have said no (mind you that would have been very exciting as well. Being denied by text is one thing but seeing Mistresses eyes sparkle whilst exercising her total control of my pleasure is something else altogether!).
    I drove home with a different feeling to any normal session day. I had enjoyed a really nice lunch with a charming, pretty and supremely dominant woman. I had not been humiliated in any way and I felt eternally grateful for that. There was a part of me that still regretted not being able to have had fun and games at the HOD but I reconciled this tinge of disappointment with the fact that I had been allowed a unique opportunity to enjoy relaxed time with my Mistress. Our relationship is long term and had, I felt, been strengthened further by today’s ‘session’. I stopped on the way home and sent Mistress a ‘thank you’ text. She responded in her own unique way. In it she confirmed how much she had enjoyed our lunch and assured me that, as she had been so kind to me today I should expect double the cruelty at the next session. I thought ahead to my next session in only 2 weeks time and started to dream and fret all at the same time.
    I arrived home happy and relaxed. But as the evening wore on I just couldn’t get the vision out of my mind of Mistress sat opposite me smiling sweetly knowing all the while that I, her slave, was locked up with no chance of release that day. I became very horny indeed! I fought the urge to contact Mistress for a couple of hours before giving in and texting her to ask her to allow me an orgasm that night. At 9.34pm Mistress read my text, but didn’t reply. I should know better but I did just wonder if she might say yes. Just once or twice in the last 2 years Mistress has surprised me with the opportunity to give myself an orgasm. Of course there have probably been another 100 occasions when she has denied me totally. But I still hung on to the slim possibility that she might be merciful, just this once. I therefore reasoned that her lack of response might be that she was just teasing me. Mistress knows that I normally go to bed at 10pm. Maybe she was going to wait until 9.59pm before saying yes. Of course it didn’t happen. 10pm came and went without a reply. I waited up until 10.15 but still nothing. In the end I went to bed denied and horny. It is a sensation that I often enjoy, but I had no doubt that on this occasion it was an orgasm that I really needed.
    I awoke the next day still feeling desperately horny. I thanked Mistress in my morning text for how she made me feel but also referred to the fact that an orgasm would have been wonderful.
    Her response: ‘Well I gave you lots of freedom last week and such nice company yesterday. Don’t be greedy!’
    I responded that I appreciated everything that she does for me. And then felt totally controlled and submissive for the rest of the day.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Sharp Slap!

    In this edition you will read about how I will make no qualms about showing my Slaves what could happen if they forget their places.  Don’t worry if you are just a newbie reading this, I don’t do this to all my pets.  Just the ones I know so well that I know exactly how to get to them.  If you have just found my blog and are reading this, you must know that this relationship with Slave Taquin has developed to this point over a two year period and I know that he loves it when I keep him on the edge in the manner discussed within his journal.original-00_01_46_20-still004


    Miss Deelight had kindly allowed me to write and submit my previous week’s blog on the Friday (as opposed to Sunday when it is normally required). It was a rare concession to my vanilla world and one that I very much appreciated. I knew that I would be spending the next few days on a small boat with a friend and that it was unlikely that I would be able to submit it until I got home the following week. What Mistress had not conceded to however was me removing my chastity device for the duration of my trip – more of this later. I have to say that it was one of the most enjoyable Friday mornings that I had experienced for a long, long time time. It was pouring with rain on that Friday morning and not at all conducive to spending time on a small boat. I had gone on my own to a cafe overlooking the harbour, found a seat in a corner where I could see out across the water but where no one could see my computer screen. I had enjoyed a ‘full English’ and ordered a fresh pot of coffee before opening up my computer screen to start typing. What made it all the more enjoyable was that it was ‘Taquins fetish Friday’. The one day a week where Mistress removes the controls on my access of Twitter, Whatsapp and missdeelight.com. I had arrived just before 8am and left just as the sun broke through the clouds at 12.30. I had submitted my blog and received a kind reply from Mistress telling me that she liked the blog very much, and that she just loved the power that she now has over me. She had gone on to tell me that it was lucky that she still had me locked up as she had obviously saved me from an embarrassing erection whilst inside the coffee house. I left the cafe feeling happy and decidedly damp down below!

    After that Mistress left me largely to my own devices (no pun intended) for the rest of the weekend. I spent a most enjoyable few days boating and coped with being locked in the device by peeing into a container that I had adapted for the purpose. I told my friend that I found it easier doing that and emptying it over the side than just aiming directly towards the ocean waves. Sleeping on board was the biggest issue. Inevitably I need to get up in the early hours. Because of the device I found myself having to open up the cabin at 3am and go on deck rather than using the facilities down below. My friend might have thought it odd, but I really had no other option. Of course he would have absolutely no idea of the real reason for me needing to do this.

    I had returned home on the Sunday evening and the following day had sent my early morning text to Mistress. Her response surprised me and worried me greatly. Mistress told me that she needed to know who I banked with. I replied honestly and then set about fretting why on earth she should ask such a thing. I heard no more from Mistress and so headed outside to take a look at my PC. Following fetish Friday Mistress had blocked me out of Twitter etc once again. This morning when I looked at it I saw that she had actually locked me out of the whole PC, and to make matters even worse, the message on the screen told me that I wouldn’t be allowed to use it at all until Wednesday. I sent one of my ‘should have read it before sending it’ texts to Mistress. In it I used the word ‘harsh’ to describe her approach to PC management. It was of course a mistake of the sort that after 2 years I should know better than to commit. There was no reply from Mistress. These days I often don’t know whether or not Mistress has even read my imessages. She has adopted the approach of turning off and on the ‘display messages as read’ option as she chooses. It is most disconcerting! Mistresses’ earlier question was still concerning me and I was somewhat on my guard when the house phone rang. I picked it up and answered it in my best telephone manner. After just a short pause the phone went dead. It was obviously a wrong number, or was it? I rang 1471 only to be told that the caller’s number had been withheld. My ‘Mistress radar’ was bleeping at me loudly! Would she ever phone the house? The simple answer was definitely yes. I have known for a long time that Mistress has far bigger balls than me (please don’t take offence at that phrase Mistress). I still vividly remember the day when she tied my wrists to my steering wheel in the middle of a busy car park and proceeded to lock up her property for the very first time. I will always crumble and run and hide in situations that will be like a walk in the park to Mistress. But had she phoned? I certainly didn’t intend asking her the question. You don’t give a Tiger the scent of blood unless you truly want to be devoured. I carried on with my day until the phone pinged and I read the text from Mistress. She wanted to know if there had been any unusual calls to my house that morning. There was my answer then! I replied that I had suspected that it had been her and that it was lucky for me that my wife had not picked up the call. (In actual fact my wife is far more likely to answer calls to our house but that day she was out shopping). Mistress texted back to tell me that it wouldn’t have been a problem if she had. Mistress informed me that she was ready to say ‘Hello this is Catherine A Kimball from xyz bank; please may I talk with Mr abc.’ Her name would have been enough for me to know exactly who it was. (I will leave you work out the anagram of CAKimball). Mistress had taken yet another step into my life, and how it excited me. We exchanged a couple more texts during which Mistress informed me that her call was a warning to me not to complain at my lack of PC access. My earlier use of the word ‘harsh’ had annoyed her and I had paid the price. I have spent the rest of the week reflecting on the quite dramatic effect that this has had on me. The truth is that with that one call she has confirmed what I think I have known all along. Mistress doesn’t need to threaten exposure to keep me in line (it is probably not in her nature or her financial best interest anyway). I know that Mistress could easily make my life so unbearably uncomfortable that I would have no choice but to submit long before she would have to take such an extreme action. I think that my balls are getting progressively smaller, when it comes to coping with Miss Deelight, as each week passes.

    Mistress allowed me to digest the call from Monday for the next few days. On Friday I awoke to find that my phone had its apps back again. Fetish Friday was here again! Although the apps now appeared on my phone not all of them worked. I don’t believe that this was Mistresses intention. It is just how it has been since some of the controls have been placed on it. Importantly WhatsApp did work and therefore I knew that I would be able to catch up with my vanilla lady friend. I quickly got dressed and headed out to my workshop to take a look at my PC. It too had been released. I opened up the internet and went to Twitter, it worked. And so did missdeelight.com. Hurrah! I adopted the ‘kid in the sweet shop’ approach and dived randomly between tweets, blogs, looking up my favourite people, entering my favourite searches into Twitter etc. I was having a jolly nice time. Eventually I slowed down a bit and tried something different. I typed in ‘fetlife.com’ into the browser, and it too opened up. This was new territory to me. By that I mean that I had expected to be allowed to access Twitter, missdeelight.com and WhatsApp and nothing else (this was what Mistress had told me I would be allowed in return for my additional payment to her) but it appeared that she had opened up access to other sites as well. What a lucky slave I was I thought. I was particularly pleased to have been able to access Fetlife as I had set up a Teamviewer group several months earlier and hadn’t been able to see if there had been any new contributions to it for such a long time. I opened it up to find an outstanding question from a new contributor. I answered his question as best I could. I had taken the opportunity to promote Miss Deelight within my response which pleased me greatly. So greatly in fact that I copied and pasted it into an email and sent it to Mistress. I didn’t receive a response but thought nothing of it as I knew Mistress was very busy and continued to enjoy my Friday. Inevitably I started to explore Fetlife. I started to enter search words in order to identify interesting groups. Once you find a good group you can start reading the contributions from its members. Some weeks earlier Mistress and I had touched on the subject of internet driven technology for distance control. I found a group on this and started to delve deeper. Most of its content was technically above anything that I could understand but it was interesting nonetheless. I do always enjoy the contributions from Dommes to these groups. To be honest it excites me to see how they go about using fetlife to reinforce their own identities and to gather around them their future slaves. Inevitably I find myself looking at their profiles. Eventually I had enough of fetlife and tried one further search into the address bar. I typed in xhamster.com and it opened. Now this really did feel wrong. Surely Mistress hadn’t meant for me to watch videos all day. I lingered for just a few seconds and then beat a hasty retreat! I spent the rest of the day trying to work whilst watching for new Twitter contributions. It was however a particularly quiet Twitter day and so I took the opportunity to start writing this.

    On Saturday Mistress sent a video link to me via iMessage. As is the case with pictures sent by iMessage my phone steadfastly refused to open the link. My only option was to try to play it through my PC. I sent Mistress a text asking if she would be kind enough to email me the link instead. – SLAP – ‘I am not your slave, do it yourself’ was the perfectly reasonable response from my Mistress. Whoops! I did as I was told and managed to download the file to my PC. I pressed play to be greeted by Mistress dressed in a tight latex dress that showed off her figure superbly. She went on to tell me how much I was under her spell and that as I weakened she became stronger. It lasted for nearly 5 minutes and I watched, listened and dribbled as Mistress knew that I would. I played it several times as the day progressed and inevitably became ever hornier as time went by. Mistress has perfected her technique of turning me into an absolute mess with total ease. It is as if I have been sensitised to her attentions. Having been teased by the video all day I sat down to a curry and a quiet night in front of the TV. Well that is what I had thought. At about 8.30pm I looked at my phone to see that there was a text from Mistress. It read ‘did I give you permission to go on Fetlife yesterday?’ This is not the sort of text that I wanted to receive on what had become a relaxed Saturday night. I looked at it again and knew that it spelt trouble for me. In the past I might have tried to explain and reason with Mistress, but I know better now.  I said that, no she hadn’t, and accepted that I had got a bit carried away. I did take the opportunity to say that I had been trying to promote her services whilst there. I should have known better. Mistress asked if I had been trying to ‘promote her services’ to the FemDom page that I had visited whilst on there. Sometimes I wonder if Mistress looks at my online activity, today I had got my answer. I was in trouble. At some point I had referred to the fact that I had fallen into the trap of making assumptions. Mistress responded by asking me ‘where do assumptions lead you?’ the only sensible answer I could come with was ‘back to the whipping bench Mistress’. I am not sure that this was the answer that she had expected but I hoped that it had bought a smile to those beautiful lips.

    Mistress sent me to bed last night submissive, a little scared and twitching in my device. A state of mind and body not much altered as I write this now (with the addition this morning of swollen and aching balls). I am now faced with needing to ask Mistress another question concerning my internet access but will send her this whilst building up the courage to do so.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 55

    Once again my pet’s journals have been forming an orderly queue in my inbox, with a backlog now mounting up.  I read the journals every week but I don’t always have time to post them least not with a worthy introduction.  However the time for worthy introductions has eluded me and I must begin clearing said backlog! So without further ado here is another humble entry from Slave Sissy Mouse who is, in his words “Firmly buckled into the controller coaster”

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    Distance control journal week 55

    This week I thought it was appropriate to share the benefits that my walks are bringing me and whilst they are still not showing on the scales they are mentally refreshing.

    You will have read over the past few weeks that my challenging behaviour came to a head with Mistress sending me a very frank to the point message. This had proved to be a true catalyst for change and made me look deep into myself as to why I got to that stage. I realised I was overwhelmed by what I had requested from Mistress. None of this was forced on me, I had requested the route of complete control but now I was no longer in control and tried so very hard to wriggle out of it. Luckily for me Mistress didn’t give up because as soon as we started on this new journey my real life kinda imploded. I won’t go into the ins and outs but it had a massive effect and it has taken a long time to sort it all out. Mistress at our last session made a light-hearted comment about what was the point of a financial slave with no money (there are plenty of those around). Because of this I have had very few sessions this year and had to cancel a few because of lack of money, also the ones that I did have were of course great but in the back of my mind all I could think was I can’t really afford this which took the shine off of them a little. I really enjoy the escapism that my sessions with Mistress brings me and hopefully I can now get back into the rhythm of a more regular attendance.

    Another thing that has helped get me back into the grove is the realisation that the chastity hypnosis is working. Many of my past blogs were full of tales of chastity failure. I crave chastity as part of my control but traditional methods don’t work. I think looking back my unauthorised orgasm in July a week after the chastity hypnosis was me trying to break free from that as well. Now with a clearer understanding of what I should be doing the chastity hypnosis is working. I don’t really think about arousal, although there are times when things happen that make me very aroused for example almost every time my pc runs out of time or for the last 3 Wednesdays when I am locked out of my pc, completely stupid things like that. Having adult content removed means I don’t really get chance to look at any kink apart from twitter and very much rely on Mistress to get my kinky motor running as it were.

    Another thing I think I have dealt with was my addiction to Mistress be that the daily contact or our sessions. I craved her attention and this wasn’t good for me and to be honest very out of character. Mistress is a busy woman and as she pointed out to me and wrote recently she is one Mistress amongst many slaves. At the beginning of the distance control I was grateful for any attention I received and to be very fair that was quite a lot with tasks coming in almost daily. However, as Mistress got busier not only with work by her own real life stuff, things got quieter and instead of sitting back and waiting patiently my crazed addiction addled head started to get jealous of the attention that others were getting. Thus started a true cycle of addiction, get attention enjoy it then things go quiet get jealous, bratty and so forth. A terrible and to be honest very unpleasant situation to be in, all generated by me and my mind. I still knew that the deal was I message Mistress every day and I may or may not hear anything from her. I KNEW THAT but still I went through this terrible self-destruction cycle.

    Now I have calmed down and fully accepted my path (its only taken 8 months and a very decisive prod from Mistress) I understand that I am a toy for Mistress to play with when she needs amusing. She can’t play with all her toys at once so I must wait happily in my imaginary box until she has a use for me. Whilst I am there all I need to do is carry on with all my daily tasks which Mistress has been built up over the past year until I am called upon to either be useful or amuse Mistress. If she has no use for me for a day, a week, a month or longer then I must wait patiently until she does have a use for me. As an exemplary slave I should not seek out punishment but do as I am told and fully enjoy the pit of doom that I asked for and got. I am pleased to say that this week I have probably felt more submissive than I have ever felt before.

    Now for a résumé of the last week’s activities.

    I start the week as always on Sunday and my weekly weigh in is the same again 15st 10 I message Mistress this and to wish her a nice day. Mistress replies a little later that “it’s another week denied”. I then finish writing and submit my week 54 journal and then go for a walk. The torture of a walk on Sunday morning is the smell of bacon in the air. On my return I have a message from Mistress who has read my journal and states that it is very ‘insightful’ and enquired if even though I haven’t lost any weight do I feel better from my exercise and healthier eating. I confirm I do and the walks continue to help my mind de-cloud. A little later I send Mistress the daily picture of my lunch (my usual sandwich) and Mistress enquired why I am not having Sunday roast. I explain that I can’t go through ‘Roast potato gate’ every Sunday so I am only having a roast about once a month now.

    On Monday my message to Mistress is replied to later in the afternoon that she has had a trying day and enquired how mine is going and why did there seem to be an extra half sandwich in my lunch photo. I reply that there was in fact half a sandwich less because I now struggle to eat 4 pieces of bread.

    Tuesday arrives and my message to Mistress to outline my plans for the day and then my daily lunch picture is replied to later in the afternoon with Mistress enquiring why today I am having a white bap. The truth is the wholemeal bread sandwich was getting dull so I nipped to the bakers for a tuna bap but they had no wholemeal left so I had to have what was left. Mistress also informed me that our D/s relationship was seriously lacking a collar. Mistress had brought this up before a while ago and had not mentioned it since and because of my ups and downs I thought she may be having second thoughts about it so I haven’t mentioned it again. My next message from Mistress was to enquire of my plans for the following day which was just a day full of work and real life commitments. Mistress replied that I must eat my lunch off of the floor before the week is out and I confirmed that I would do it on Thursday as I knew I would be alone. Mistress informed me that she required video evidence and that I could eat my usual dull sandwich. Mistress also kindly sent me a picture of her looking fabulous as ever wearing a pair of trainers that I bought from her wish list. It has been great this week to be able once again to be able to spoil Mistress with some small gifts.

    Wednesday and I send Mistress my morning message and my early lunch picture because I have a full day. I hear back from Mistress later in the day to say she was leaving me alone today as I was busy.

    Thursday arrives and my message to Mistress to wish her a nice day and to thank her for my lunch off of the floor instructions was replied too with further instructions which were. I am to eat my sandwich off of the bathroom floor and I am to soak the sandwich in my own pee. Mistress also informed me that I would be granted a reward which was very kind of her and most unexpected. So lunchtime arrives I make the sandwich and break it up into small pieces and put them all in a sandwich bag. I go to the bathroom set up my phone to record the event and pee into the sandwich bag. Dump the contents out onto the bathroom floor and press record on my phone and start to eat. I have to say the soggy pee soaked sandwich was disgusting but the degradation of it made me incredibly aroused and I enjoyed every moment of it. Once finished I upload the video which took up most of my allocated pc time and messaged Mistress a picture to confirm I had done it and that it was disgusting. My reply was two emoji’s with face masks on and ‘Good!’ and very shortly after a message to say I could now look at filth. This amused me because the video upload had taken most of my allocated 30 mins and I only had 7 minutes left so I used the time to catch up on the blogs on Mistress’s website and once I had used up all the time moved to my phone to read the remainder. Mistress had already warned me that her introduction to my 1-year blog was quite hard hitting. I however think it was a very fair and correct piece of writing, everything that Mistress wrote was true. I also as always enjoyed the roller coaster weeks of Slave Taquin and the way Mistress really fucks with his mind. I do take my hat off to him and how he copes.

    Friday and my message to Mistress was to inform her of my plans and as always to wish her a nice day. I start the day with my usual allocation of 30 minutes and do my rush in check what I need to check and then sign out. I can now usually make 30 minutes last most of the day and squeeze my work needs into that time. I head out for my walk and when I return I find that I have unlimited pc time until 10pm. I can’t believe my luck and make plans to enjoy some more kink related websites but alas this was not to be because Mistress had once again blocked all access to such sites. So the irony was that yesterday I had the access but not the time and today I had the time but not the access. It’s almost like Mistress plans these things!! I decide that it would be a good idea to crack on with my journal as I have no idea what time I would be allocated in the coming days. I also discovered when I returned for lunch that Mistress had now denied me access to twitter on my pc but it still worked on my phone. I send Mistress my lunch picture and thank her for still allowing me to access twitter on my phone. Mistress replies that I shouldn’t be able to and will get to the bottom of it and remove such a privilege. Once twitter goes I really am in a no kink wilderness.

    Saturday arrives and my morning message is read by Mistress but no reply and why should there be. As Mistress has written many times it is her prerogative if and when a slave gets a message. It is my requirement to send a message to Mistress by 8am what happens after that is out of my hands. I go for my daily walk, do what I need to work wise and return for lunch and send my usual lunch picture. I have another full day of pc access and another busy day of work so can’t enjoy it. I can still view twitter on my phone and will continue to do so until the dreaded message comes up ‘you need to ask an adult in your family if you can visit twitter’ or any other non-adult website Mistress wants to block me from visiting.

    So to sum up I have firmly buckled myself back into the controller coaster and very much looking forward to the ride however bumpy or squirm inducing it may be.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 54

    I’m still playing catch up with getting all these journals onto my blog.  So a brief intro from me – another week of reflection but with positive analysis for Sissy Mouse…..

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    Distance control journal week 54.

    This week has been a relatively quiet week. Which has left me with lots of time to think about my recent actions and behaviour which I will cover after a résumé of the past week.

    My first message of the week to Mistress on Sunday with a report of my weight (which remained the same so no orgasm) was replied to with the good news that Mistress was feeling better after her recent illness and further advice from Mistress on where I am going wrong with my diet and this time it was my love of full fat milk. It’s only when I read the label did I realise how much saturates are in the milk. Mistress suggested that like her I should be having skimmed milk. Yuck was my immediate reaction but as always with a bit of thought if I want to lose weight (which I do) then I need to commit to change. I message Mistress that I will commit to the skimmed milk, this will also tick a control box because from now on every coffee, tea of bowl or cereal will no longer be as enjoyable as before and remind me of my commitment to myself and Mistress. Mistress also informed me that she is going to measure me at our next session to record over time my inch loss as well as my weight loss. At lunchtime I sent Mistress a picture of my lunch as this is a non-negotiable daily requirement.

    Monday’s message to Mistress to inform her of my plans for a very busy day. This included my now daily walk and then later on a picture of my lunch and 4 pints of skimmed milk (I don’t think I will ever get used to it). Mistress replies that she is pleased with my commitment to the milk.

    Tuesday arrives and Mistress informs me to edge myself at lunchtime and that she has a very busy day. I thank Mistress for my task and get on with my day starting with my walk. When lunchtime arrives I go to carry out my edge and an odd thing happens I can get aroused but then just like my orgasm last week and my ruin a couple of weeks before that I can’t maintain an erection. This at the time was quite perturbing and I’m thinking to myself old age is starting to get to me because I have never had this issue before! Anyway with concentration of the mind I manage to carry out the edge and message Mistress to confirm it was done. Mistress enquired ‘was it easy of hard?’ and I reply that whilst the edge was ok because after my orgasm last week my desperation is much lower getting aroused was very difficult. Mistress replies with ‘That’s good’ which leaves me a bit confused and it’s not until Mistress reminds me of the chastity hypnosis that she did in early July did it dawn on me why it’s been so difficult and also why last week’s orgasm was not that enjoyable. My subconscious has been programmed to only enjoy arousal and orgasms whilst either in Mistress’s company or dressed as SHB (although this is currently on the backburner). When I had my unauthorised orgasm in July the hypnosis had no effect but now with a much more accepting clear mind it does. This makes me incredibly happy that the hypnosis is starting to work as the goal is that eventually I will only be able to get aroused with a trigger word from Mistress, negating the need for a chastity device (which always fail).

    On Wednesday I message Mistress to inform her of my plans including a walk. Mistress replies that it certainly was a lovely day for a walk and she hopes I will be wearing panties. I never take my phone with me when I walk so I can have an hour or so of peace so I got Mistress’s messages once I returned home. I confirmed to Mistress that it was indeed a lovely day for a walk (even if the surroundings weren’t very picturesque) and that I was wearing my panties as I did every day. Mistress then asked for proof that I was indeed wearing them. This is the first time I can remember Mistress asking for proof, I wear them every day because Mistress might require proof at any time and I wouldn’t want to get caught out. Mistress has never discussed what the penalty would be for not wearing them but frankly right now I wouldn’t want to find out so I will continue as I have for around a year to keep wearing them every day and enjoying the slight humiliation they bring to me. I send Mistress my picture and as always get an amusing and slightly derogatory reply.

    Thursday was very quiet as its usually Mistress’s day of doing her stuff and I hear nothing from her today.

    Friday was again quiet apart from me sending Mistress a picture of my breakfast-lunch of a bowl of cornflakes (with skimmed milk yuck) as I was going out that evening and wanted to try to keep my calorie consumption down. Mistress replies “should be in a dog bowl” and that summed up Friday!

    My Saturday message to Mistress to inform of my plans for the day was replied to by Mistress asking how my evening out had gone. I had been out for a curry (not diet friendly I know) but I could only manage about half and I drove so could refrain from alcohol easily (not that I drink much the last time being Christmas). Mistress was pleased that I didn’t keep going and reminded me that as you eat less your stomach shrinks.

    Over the last week I have been trying to analyse my poor and challenging behaviour that had took hold of me over most of this year. What I have realised is that I have not been conducting myself as a submissive in the way I approach my business and that is that all of my customers no matter how long they have been my customers are always treated as a new customer. I make sure I try and do the best I can to ensure they return every time. This I have should have carried over as a submissive and ensured that I shouldn’t rely on what I was or had done previously but tried my best to be a great submissive to Mistress every day. Starting every day with a blank sheet of paper, remembering what it was like at the beginning striving to be an excellent submissive and client. With time I think we are all guilty of getting comfortable with any relationship no matter what type of relationship that might be and we forget to try every day to make it special. I certainly forgot to remind myself how special and enjoyable my D/s relationship with Mistress was. I remember reading an article on Fetlife quite a while ago about male submissives and how once they get to a certain level with their chosen Dominant they stop trying to impress and become sloppy. Relating it back to the hunter gatherer, once the prize had been obtained then it was time to move on to gaining the new prize.

    What I have now gleaned from all this is I need to stop trying to get out of things, enjoy every session like it’s the last one. Stop worrying about what might be coming and certainly stop thinking about what other slaves are getting. No matter how good I was yesterday, last week or last month, today I have to prove myself again because the very slippery slope to the exit door is never far away.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – 1 year!

    As Slave Sissy Mouse completed his first full year of distance control he has pretty much done a controller-coaster round trip; soaring to the stars and swimming in the depths of despair and for the most part of 2016 has been subconsciously trying to unbuckle and eject at every turning. This is not because my control is wrong, believe me I have not given him any non consensual or undiscussed control; everything he has been faced with has been of his own request.  The problem is that he lost himself. I believe the chastity failing was the beginning followed by a whole barrage of things going on his personal life. He analysed himself too much and as a result couldn’t figure out head nor tail of what was going on inside that endearing bumbling brain of his.

    Fortunately for my slave, I know him well enough to decide that it is time to draw the line.  Not the line under our D/s relationship but a line under which he has any say in the matter!  Some might say that he should not have had any say in the matter anyway, however submission is when a person gives themselves freely.  With plenty of other slaves in my stable, doing just that I didn’t have the time to enforce a strict regime while he was confused about pretty much everything.  However the penny dropped the other day, in that giving this particular slave his own mind isn’t best for him. It allows for that confusion to grow and spread.

    The simple fact of the matter is that I do not have time for demanding slaves.  I am one Mistress to many submissives, so if you are not going to submit unequivocally then you must leave! I expect my slaves to continuously strive for perfection as I do myself. Now that I have made that point clear, all is well again in the world of Sissy Mouse and the future is looking bright.  To any new slaves reading my website with a view to an ongoing arrangement, you will do well to take note of the points made here.

    I am exceptionally good at my profession, if you want the best you should strive to be your best!

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    Distance control journal week 52.

    I have finally arrived virtually unscathed from a year of distance control. If you have read my ramblings since week 1 you will know it’s been a slightly bumpy ride due to my bumbling brain but it has also been incredibly interesting, I have learnt a lot about myself and this week has certainly focused my mind probably more so than ever before. I am certainly guilty of constantly trying to wonder off the path and look for a gap in the fence. Rather than just say saying “Yes Mistress” I constantly fight things in my head (sometimes for no reason) because no one likes a doormat. Yes, I am submissive but I am no pushover but sometimes the stubborn side of me is too blunt. We are all (as Slave Taquin put it in one of his recent blogs) eclectic and that’s what makes the world of D/s interesting.

    Sunday and the beginning of week 52. My weight is still the same so no orgasm this week. I also have a great dilemma on my hands today. I am having Sunday lunch with my mum. I don’t get to do this that often usually because one of us is busy but today after probably a month I get to just turn up and get fed. This visit however has placed me between a rock and a hard place. Mistress has instructed me to refrain from roast potatoes with my lunch so I phone my mum the evening before and explain (as she herself points out to me on many occasions) that I am trying to eat more healthily and could she cook less roast potatoes because I will have boiled instead. The answer is a swift no followed by you don’t have my roast dinner that often so you will get what you always have. I message Mistress my dilemma on the Sunday morning and Mistress replies that I can have 1 roast potato and I am to send her a picture of my plate before we eat. I reply that I don’t think my mum will have any of it and I may have to take my chances of being in trouble with Mistress rather than annoying my eighty odd year old mother. When we finally get to putting the food on the plate after a small battle I get away with 2 quarters of roast potatoes. I take a picture to which my mum looks at me quite oddly and send it to Mistress. I then enjoy probably the least relaxed Sunday lunch ever. Once we are finished I check my phone and gingerly open Mistress’s reply to my picture and luckily she is pleased I persevered and the scales with thank me and I will then thank Mistress. I go about the rest of my Sunday slightly battle scarred from the experience.

    Monday arrives and my morning message to Mistress is replied to with Mistress enquiring where my previous 2 weeks’ blogs are. I inform Mistress that I sit down and try to write them but my mind goes blank and then I run out of pc time (still trying to wander off the path). Mistress replies that I like Slave Taquin must structure our blog write ups within our allocated pc time. Mistress also explained that the pc time limits is to ensure that we are more productive for her and don’t just sit at the pc when we have spare time. Mistress then very generously grants me access all day to write weeks 50 and 51. I thank Mistress and get a reply that made me consider my behaviour more than ever in the past. Mistress wrote “You should strive to be the best for Mistress, after all you are one of the ones setting a precedence for others to work towards” I thank Mistress for the extra time and sit at the blank page. Written below is what I stared at for about an hour……

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    I don’t think this is for me anymore!

    No matter what I wrote it was all very negative. I had had a great session with Mistress the previous week and other things to write about but try as I might I couldn’t come out with anything positive. I send Mistress a picture of my now heathy lunch and tell her that I am struggling to write the blogs. Mistress in her now understanding way informs me that time is running out and I better get them done. I have my lunch and go back to staring at a blank screen. Eventually I manage to write a very short week 50 summery and get into my stride of writing about week 51 in a (correct) positive way. Once done I message Mistress to confirm they are finished and sent.

    Tuesday arrives and my morning message to Mistress was late because my mum wasn’t feeling well and I was getting some medication she needed. I messaged Mistress around 10 to explain why my message was late and to wish her a nice day. Mistress replied that the only person she will make allowances for is my mum, which was nice. Later I send my daily picture of my heathy lunch and tuck in. Once I finish I check my phone and a couple of messages from Mistress the first enquiring if I had eaten it the second saying don’t eat it and then the last one saying forget the other 2 just eat it. I message back to say that was lucky because I already had. Mistress then replied with my task for the next day. I am to make my sandwich then have a ruined orgasm and use the cum from the ruin as an extra ingredient. I also had to film it. I thanked Mistress for the task and went about my day with this churning over in my mind.

    On Wednesday I messaged Mistress to wish her a nice day and confirm my lunchtime task. Mistress very firmly reminded me that I was to make sure that I did a self-controlled ruin and not get any pleasure from it. Finally, lunchtime arrives and I make the sandwich set up my phone to record it do an introduction for Mistress and then start. This is where something very odd happened I lost my erection. When Mistress sent me the instructions the previous day I was turned on to say the least from that moment until I started to try and edge myself. After about 3 minutes I stopped recording and deleted it. On waiting a few minutes, I got everything back and happy which was easy because this sort of task turns me on its humiliating and degrading. As before got the sandwich pressed record and did my introduction and started and once again I start to lose my erection. So I keep going in an almost mechanical fashion and it does finally come back, maybe it was knowing that it wasn’t for pleasure and that a ruin just leaves you with an unsatisfied painful feeling but anyway finally I got to the point where a few more strokes would have been pleasure but stopped and produced the ruin that I hoped Mistress would be happy with and with it an extra sandwich ingredient. I closed the sandwich and ate it on camera so Mistress could see. It wasn’t the best sandwich I have had but it was still better than the ache from my ruined balls. I message Mistress to confirm I have done my task and her reply was very amusing “Was it yummy?” I replied it was ‘umm not too bad’ Mistress added that she hoped it was suitably painful and degrading? I replied that indeed my balls ached and doing in front the camera wasn’t easy. I then had to joy of uploading the video to send to Mistress, this was the easy bit. The hardest bit was getting it to upload to dropbox so I could share it with Mistress. I had my camera set on the highest quality setting so the file was big and I am sure I could have edited it but being me I would have probably deleted it. So uploading took time and more time than I had been allocated by Mistress that day. I messaged Mistress to say it was still uploading when my pc time ran out and I would share it the next day.

    Thursday morning arrives and my message to Mistress today to wish her a nice day and to inform her of my plans was responded too with a task. It was a nice easy task all I had to do was go for a walk for an hour. Anyone reading this (like me eventually) would think that isn’t a hard task. But not me to start with I went into ‘but Mistress it’s my week off I don’t want to go for a walk’ How fucking childish could I get! Mistress read my message and didn’t reply because frankly it wasn’t worth a reply. About 4 hours later just as I had stopped being a petulant child I was about to message Mistress that I was going for the walk (it had also just started to rain so this was my punishment for not going earlier) when Mistress messaged me to remind me that the walk will help with my weight loss and might also clear my cobwebs. I replied that I was just about to go and I was going to use the time to have a good think about my poor attitude. Off I head and where I live is quite hilly so it was a surprising how knackered I was from it and also how far you can walk in an hour. On my return I messaged Mistress a picture of my lunch and that I have been thinking about my very poor attitude recently and that yes I should be an exemplary pet. Mistress replied with “Good it’s about time”. I was also surprised to find that Mistress had allowed me access to her website. I went to my pc to read them on the big screen to find that when I went out for my walk I had 36 minutes of screen time left on my return I had 6! So I will be reading the blogs on my phone then. It is lucky that the pc screen time isn’t mirrored on my phone but I am sure Mistress will find something that does do that overtime. I really enjoyed reading all the blogs I had missed and especially Mistress’s introductions.

    Friday morning arrived and I awoke to a message Mistress had sent me whilst I was asleep. The message told me that I was to eat my lunch off of the floor today. I messaged Mistress and informed her that I had my mate with me today so I couldn’t do it (this made me wince) of course any other day this week would have been no problem at all. I have no issue eating off of the floor but not in front of my mate. Mistress relied that she thought I was on holiday this week (I am self-employed I’m never really on holiday). I replied that I am and my mates visit was more sociable than work but no doubt some work would pass our way. Mistress didn’t reply to this but what she did was send me a much bigger message she blocked twitter on both my pc and phone and blocked solitaire on my pc. I messaged Mistress to tell her I wish I had taken a picture of my expression when I pressed the twitter button on my phone and the message ‘You will have to ask an adult if you can use twitter’ Mistress has also removed my access to her website again. I now sat there and thought to myself would it be really that bad to eat my lunch off of the floor in front of my mate? He does after all know about my adventures with Mistress and has seen various pictures and videos of me doing stupid stuff. When he arrived I showed him the screen message and told him of my task. He of course then spent the day taking the piss out of me. His regular line of the day was “Have you seen this on twitter?” or hashtag this or hashtag that usually followed by “I’m an adult I can look at twitter” or “I don’t really like twitter but I like it today” and so the day dragged on like that.

    Saturday arrives and I sent my message to Mistress not expecting a reply and that was indeed the case. However, that was nothing compared to what would come a bit later. I made my lunch and took a picture and went to send it to Mistress via WhatsApp as usual and the “ask an adult if you can use WhatsApp” box appeared. This one got to me the most. Twitter and solitaire and to a degree my pc I can live without but I have customers who contact me via WhatsApp. I then panic and think how am I going to send the picture which of course is easy email it duh. I email the picture and press the delete button and then wonder why it didn’t send. I then send it again using the send button so much more useful. I get my first message from Mistress in over a day saying how pleased she is that her app blocking is working. The stakes were getting higher now but the problem with me is I am stubborn and I think to myself ok I can live without WhatsApp as well but oh how wrong I was because all my message with Mistress which I then use as my memory of the week I have no access too now. I have an hour allocated to me today and my journal needs to be in tomorrow and I have no idea how much if any time I have tomorrow so I must get as much done as possible. I begin to write my journal from memory and run out of pc time anyway. So I now have to message Mistress and humbly request access to WhatsApp. Mistress replies to remind her in the morning.

    As you will probably guess from the above Mistress did grant me access but in the process truly reminded me of my place. Mistress also told me she has not been feeling well this week which is never good to hear especially as I have spent some of the week acting like an idiot. I always thought I was a good submissive but this week has taught me that I am currently lacking on a lot of fronts. My attitude recently has left a lot to be desired and I really need to up my game. As always watch this space.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 49

    A rather short entry written by Slave Sissy Mouse during my recent short break.  I decided while I was away that my slave should be as productive as possible and therefore only allocated him 3 hours of PC time….

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    Distance control journal week 49

    With Mistress away on her well-deserved holiday, my write up this week is going to be short.

    My message on Sunday to Mistress was to wish her a nice day and a great time away. I knew Mistress had a busy day sorting everything before she went away and expected to hear nothing more from her. We did in fact exchange many messages into the early afternoon. As I had a friend with me I was planning to write my week 48 journal later in the day as I had lots of PC time. Although Mistress had enquired if I had any admin duties I needed to do whilst she was away so I didn’t expect my unrestricted PC time to last. Around 5pm I was alone so I went and dressed as SHB to write my journal, on returning to my PC Mistress had locked me out for the day so that ended that. Mistress as far as I was concerned was now on holiday so I was not going to ask for extra time. I had no idea what time if any I would be allowed whilst Mistress was away.

    On Monday it was very strange to start my day without messaging Mistress to wish her a nice day and give her my plans for the day. I turned on my PC to find I had been allocated 60 minutes of usage today and thought it was best to save that until I had time later to start writing my journal. Between Monday and Thursday Mistress had allotted me a total of 3 hours of PC time. This was enough to do any minor admin jobs and write my journal and re check it several times for the usual errors. My restrictive pc time does however now mean that I start work earlier. Before Mistress set my time limits I would sit at my pc and browse the net or play games every morning. I now can’t waste the time I am given on none important stuff.

    Thursday evening arrived and I received a message from Mistress informing me of her return. I enquired if she had enjoyed her break which indeed she had. This was great to hear as you will probably know Mistress rarely takes time off of work.

    With Mistress back to work on Friday I send my usual message. Mistress replies that she has been at work since 8am and why had I not been promoting her on twitter whilst she was away. Informing people of my daily pc time limits etc. I apologised and explained that it hadn’t even crossed my mind. I hear nothing more for a few hours and then I read a message from Mistress about 2 hours after she had sent it because whilst Mistress was on holiday I wasn’t glued to my phone and had become sloppy and left it in the workshop. Mistress had enquired if I had had my lunch which of course when she had sent it I hadn’t but by the time I had read the message I had. I once again apologised for my slow reply and didn’t hear anything more. I have to say Friday for me work wise was trying to say the least so not hearing much from Mistress was a great relief. I was also granted a luxurious 4 hours of pc time today but I had such a busy day I used about 15 minutes of it!

    Saturday and apart from a few messages regarding something Mistress has asked me to look in to it was a quiet day. I had a slightly better day work wise but it was still not brilliant and by 3pm I gave up and went home and enjoyed a bit of sunshine in the garden. No pc time today I was locked out.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 47

    pic-83Distance control journal week 47.

    This week Mistress has started taking more control of my online activities. Which came as a complete surprise to me as Mistress was feeling unwell as my week started on Sunday. I messaged Mistress to enquire how she was feeling and that I would be writing my week 46 journal as usual dressed as SHB. Mistress replied a little later that she was still feeling unwell and was also very annoyed that she wasn’t able to work to capacity. It’s never good to hear Mistress is unwell and I wished her a speedy recovery. I duly wrote and submitted my week 46 journal and then to be honest enjoyed the freedom of being able to browse the internet as I chose because Mistress had lifted my adult site blocker. Around 2pm I was on my pc when I noticed on twitter that Mistress had posted my week 44 with a very stern picture to go with it. I clicked on the link and bam no access. Even whilst Mistress was ill she had removed my adult browsing but that was not all within a couple of minutes the pink box of doom came up saying “Times up, this device is locked due to your family settings” Mistress had completely caught me on the hop and all I could do was switch the screen off and walk away. I sent Mistress a “Wahhhhh ” message and got too the point reply “What?” about 2 hours later. I think that said it all.

    Monday morning and I message Mistress to enquire how she is feeling and sadly she is still unwell.  When I wake my pc up I see that the little family icon says I will be locked out at 10.17 which I though was an odd number but I worked out that Mistress had allocated me 90 minutes of pc time. I looked at the box with a smile, thinking I am going to have to be frugal with my pc time today. Later in the day Mistress gives me a task so she could understand better my thoughts on what appeals about chastity and denial to me. I thank Mistress for the task and have a good think before even trying to write anything as it will eat into my pc time.

    Tuesday brought the news that Mistress was feeling only slightly better and I hoped she would feel better soon. Mistress had only allocated me 60 minutes of pc time today so I spent it wisely writing my chastity task and duly sending it. I also shared with Mistress my initial thoughts on having my pc access restricted, which has made me feel very small and humiliated and also having no access to adult sites from either my pc or my phone is very annoying because I go to look at things that are posted on twitter and it just comes back with “Ask an adult if you can view this page”. Mistress reply was simply “I am glad it is having an effect”.

    Wednesdays brings the news that Mistress is still unwell but is working today. I wish Mistress good luck with her day and thank her for the very restrictive 30 minutes of pc time I have been allocated today. Later in the evening I receive a picture from Mistress via WhatsApp and expecting it to be a lovely picture of her I open it to find Mistress had sent me a picture of me slow dancing with Mistress R’eal’s slave Speedy from December 14. The evening of the unforgettable day out with Tammy Tampax! I had forgotten all about that picture and without needing to say anything Mistress reminded me of all the “leverage” she has on me. I also received a message from Slave Taquin telling me how amused he was that I liked his journal that Mistress had announced on twitter even though I couldn’t actually read it due to parental controls. He informed me that he could do the opposite and look at Mistress’s website but not twitter apart from the very small time he had just been allocated.

    Thursday brings some good news that Mistress is starting to feel better and she also shared a lovely picture of herself on twitter wearing a very nice summer dress. I was also reminded that Mistress was feeling better because later that day she sent me some instructions regarding our session on Saturday and reminded me that she had not forgotten my punishment for my unauthorised orgasm! I once again apologised and I fully accept any punishment I am due. I am also allowed a very generous 60 minutes of pc time but still no chance of any adult website viewing.

    Friday arrives and Mistress confirms she is feeling better and has a busy day. I wish her a great day. Mistress has once again only allowed me 30 minutes pc time today. I use all this up by around 2.30pm and the pink box of doom tells me that I can use my pc again at 7am on the 24th which means no pc access whatsoever on Saturday!!

    Saturday arrives and today I have the great pleasure of a session with Mistress. I awake to a message from Mistress requesting I bring Coke, water and some AAA batteries. I confirm I have her shopping list and Mistress replies that I am to do my shopping whilst wearing my jingle bells thong. I thank Mistress for my instructions and go to the local supermarket, luckily it’s busy so I don’t think anyone heard me but it’s still wonderfully humiliating. Finally, it’s time to leave for the HOD and because it is the first weekend of the school holidays I leave earlier and plan on using the old severn bridge because it’s always quieter. Driving along the M4 a sign tells me that the old bridge is closed and to use the new bridge. This turned out to be a nightmare, I was supposed to be at the with Mistress at 12 noon but at that time I was just at the tolls. I hate being late and this is the first time I have ever been late in two and a half years. I have already spoken to Mistress to inform her that the traffic is terrible. However, it was about to get worse because once the other side of the tolls there was an accident which meant I arrived a full 30 minutes late. Mistress was very understanding and we sat and had a catch up but it did mean that our session today was cut short and Mistress could not do everything she had planned. I can’t deny when I first arrived I was feeling almost too stressed to enjoy our session but the sit down and chat got me back in the mood. Once again I enjoyed a brilliant session with Mistress which concentrated on the Sissy Hypnobot training. I don’t think it would be worth writing anything other than that about it because this is something that is ongoing. As ever time flew and in what seemed like a blink of an eye it was time to return to reality. Mistress commented that she was returning home to edit photos and I quipped that I was returning to a blank pc screen to which I only got a wry smile.

    Even though Mistress was sadly unwell this week she has controlled me more than I have ever been before and as always I am truly grateful. I also hope that Mistress continues to feel better and returns to her fun filled and evil self. I have enjoyed greatly being kept on a very short lead which will no doubt tighten even more in the future.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Disjointed Week

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    It has been a rather disjointed week this week, and so this will be an inevitably shorter blog.
    On Sunday I exchanged texts with Mistress to find her beginning to feel decidedly unwell. She was very unhappy about it, and therefore so was I! It is at times like this that you would love the power of healing but alas it is a power reserved for a divine few and that doesn’t include me! Despite (or maybe because of) her illness it didn’t prevent her from threatening to make me take a Viagra whilst wearing my device.
    On Monday I discovered that I had been locked out of my PC. On enquiring about it Mistress disclosed to me that she had set it to lock and unlock at random times. This would probably have got me dribbling in my cage in normal circumstances, but knowing that Mistress was feeling ‘dreadful’ (her word not mine) I just felt concerned for her.
    On Tuesday, and whilst feeling no better, Mistress took the time to send me a picture of her on the new sun lounger that I had bought for her a couple of weeks earlier. She kindly made the time to thank me for it which was very kind. At some point during this exchange I told Mistress that I was meeting up with my vanilla lady friend, who knows all about love of femdom, for lunch the following day. I knew that in telling Mistress of my lunch date that I risked some sort of intervention. It is not something that I wanted to happen, but I knew that Mistress would be angry with me if I only told her of my date after the event.
    On Wednesday I awoke and sent my early morning text to Mistress. It was met with an unusual silence. Mistress is normally kind enough to respond pretty quickly, even if it is to tell me that she is too busy to communicate with me until later in the day. Today there was nothing. As the morning progressed with still no response from Mistress I began to fear that she might be focussing on my lunch date. I became convinced that at approximately 11.30/11.45 I would receive a text from Mistress that would in some way interfere with a lovely relaxed lunch with a very good friend. At 11.45 my phone pinged, and I feared the worst. I picked up my phone to see that I had indeed received a text from Mistress. I nervously opened it, and then breathed a sigh of relief as I realised that it was relatively ‘harmless’ and was just telling me that she would be in contact later that day. I set off for the pub looking forward very much to catching up with my friend. But I really wasn’t comfortable about the whole situation. As I drove down the country lanes I began to fear another possibility. Could Mistress be sitting there with my friend in the beer garden of the pub? Mistress certainly had my friends’ phone number. My friend was certainly wonderfully mischievous enough to conspire with Mistress to make it happen without my knowledge. I could see them, in my mind’s eye, laughing at what was about to happen to me. I arrived at the pub and walked through into the garden, scanning for my friend and fearing the worst. But there she was sitting on her own, as pretty as a picture, in a discreet area of the garden. We said hello and within a couple of moments chat I was pretty certain that there was no conspiracy in place. Within a few minutes my friend and I were chatting and laughing about my adventures. She seems to particularly like the fact that that she is now known in the fetish world as my ‘vanilla friend’. She laughed a lot about that, although she claims to be rather more ‘raspberry ripple’ than vanilla, which is most probably true. Anyway following what turned out to be a lovely lunch I returned home to my everyday life. Later that day I included a reference to my lunch in a text to Mistress. She was not pleased! Apparently she had ‘made plans’ and then totally forgotten about it all. I think it is a measure of how ill she has been this week!
    On Thursday I received a text asking what I was doing on Saturday. I replied that I was going to be stuck at home doing dull vanilla stuff. I didn’t see any response until shortly after lunch time when I looked at my phone to find 5 missed texts from Mistress. I had missed them as I tend to turn off the little switch on the side of my phone when sitting down with my other half. I quickly scanned through them to realise that I was now in some trouble. In summary they said:
    1) That’s a shame, I had wanted to do a mini session with you
    2) You are not responding quickly enough to my texts.
    3) Why did you not ask permission to meet with another woman?
    4) Prove you are locked in chastity – you have 3 minutes
    5) That’s 11 minutes. Tick Tock…
    (at this point of writing this blog on Sunday afternoon Mistress has just opened up team viewer on my PC, opened the camera and talked to me through the speakers on my PC! This has never happened before and it has totally thrown me off balance for writing this blog. It has also brought everything to life down below. How wonderful.)
    I rushed to the bathroom and took a picture of the device still securely in place, and sent it to Mistress. I nervously awaited her response. Apparently it had taken over 30 minutes for me to respond to her final text. Mistress was not impressed. I sent another text and apologised for not asking her permission to meet with my friend. I knew that I had told her about the lunch date, but realise that that is a world apart from asking the permission of my Mistress. I told her that in future I would always ask to be allowed to meet with another woman. (It appears that Mistress had just taken control of yet another part of my life). Mistress really had me dribbling away at this point. But then she obviously decided to bring me back down with a bump! I received a text that informed me that my poor behaviour was going to lead to much pain. The threat of pain always has the same effect on me. Mistress’s property ran and hid.
    On Friday I had to take a quick trip to an A&E with a possible broken wrist. Thankfully all was ok and it was just bruised and swollen. It did rather interfere with my day however.
    On Saturday I found myself with a large group of friends on a campsite on the Somerset levels. It was at some point in the early evening when I received a text from Mistress asking where I was. I replied truthfully and awaited her response (there would never be any point in lying, even if I wanted to, as Mistress can just access my location through my phone if she wants to). But no response was forthcoming. Again Mistresses silence got me fretting. Now that she had confirmed that I was more than an hour and a half from my home I convinced myself that she was about to carry out her threat made a week earlier. The threat was to walk up the drive of my house to inquire of my other half if she had seen Mistresses missing cat. Later that evening when I arrived home I waited to see if my other half mentioned any unusual callers to the house. Fortunately not.
    And so another eventful week is over. How I am looking forward to next week! I am looking forward to Mistress being back to good health, but most of all I am looking forward to seeing Mistress again at my next session. A month seems such a long time without her wonderful touch.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 46

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    Distance control journal week 46. Sailing close to the wind.

    This week is going to be a short write up because I have spent the week keeping my head down after breaking the most fundamental rule of my D/s relationship with Mistress. I had an unauthorised orgasm. I am not in any way going to try and justify it but at least give you some background into why I did it.

    After weeks of little sleep and the endless teasing by Mistress at 3am ish on Saturday 9th of July I had an orgasm. I still can only say it was a total lack of judgement and a weakness on my part. Every night for weeks I have been woken up by a night time erection and last Saturday my patience just snapped and I thought fuck it an orgasm might help me sleep. I realise now that this was utter stupidity on my part and I only had to explain to Mistress how I was feeling. Then she would have helped me either to get my control back or as it turned out was planning to allow me a treat once I was dressed the following day as SHB. As it has now turned out I am going to be punished (and rightly so) for my actions and in the process I annoyed Mistress no end and the message Mistress sent me on the Sunday following my confession says it all “What the actual fuck slave!” and then “You know I could make mincemeat out of you and expose you?” I have never in the past, present or future wished to annoy Mistress. I of course apologised to Mistress but frankly it was too late and it was Mistress’s good grace that I am not in a whole pile of shit right now.

    The following day Monday I messaged Mistress not knowing what to expect and found Mistress in a slightly better mood and she explained to me that whilst my wellbeing is very important to her, my actions would bring with it punishment and what that would be she hadn’t decided. I replied that I fully understood and accept any punishment she deemed fit and that I realise that there is no point asking for her control and then doing what I just did. I then spent the afternoon dressed as SHB writing last week’s journal.

    The rest of the week was spent waiting for what my punishment might be and keeping in touch with Mistress. Checking every day to see if I had been granted permission to visit any adult sites. On Friday an insight into my possible punishment appeared on my PC screen around mid-morning. It was a clip of a slave receiving a thigh and cock caning. I have had my thighs caned and it hurts. My message to Mistress when I saw it was simply “Eeeeeek” as always with Mistress you get nothing back so I don’t know if this is going to be my punishment of not. On the plus side Mistress looked fabulous in the clip in a shiny black latex dress!

    On Friday evening I tried once again to see if I could visit Mistress’s website, all I wanted to do was to read Mistress’s introduction to my week 43 journal as this always gives me a little insight into what might be going through her mind (Mistress plays everything very close to her). To my surprise I could visit her website and read the introduction and also any other slaves journal I had missed (Slave Huw and his inflatable adventures are brilliant). I messaged Mistress to thank her for allowing me access to which I had only been granted so I could watch a public humiliation clip on Pornhub. Mistress told me it would be in my history and to watch that and only that. I duly did as instructed and whilst the clip itself wasn’t that good, the content made me feel very uneasy. It was an outdoor scene of a slave licking and then having to force the Mistress’s feet down his throat so he gagged on them and then lick them clean again. This I have to say made me feel quite queasy and I messaged Mistress to inform her I had watched it and the effect it had on me. Mistress just confirmed it was something we were going to do at some point in the future!!

    The week ends with me messaging Mistress on the Saturday to find she is unwell which is never great to hear and I wish her a speedy recovery.

    I would like to thank Mistress for her understanding this week and not pushing my self destruct button and also to Slave Taquin for messaging me about my stupidity. I have also enjoyed a week of excellent sleep. Mistress did comment that I can deal with the denial (I managed 6 months before) it’s all the teasing that gets me in a state.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Mental Turmoil

    I am rushing through scheduling blog posts for while I am away so this and the next few posts wont have an introduction with them… just the tortured and teased ramblings of my devoted pets!

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    Having submitted my blog earlier in the day I was so pleased to get a text back from Mistress congratulating me on it. My blog had talked of how I had felt having been largely starved of contact or stimulation over the previous 7 days. It had not been easy. In her text Mistress had told me that my blog was just what she had expected and that I could now ‘see how dull your life is without me in it’.

    It is this ability to play with my feelings and emotions knowing all the while precisely the effect that she is having on me that makes Mistress so powerful, dangerous and exciting.

    Mistress had decided to have a couple of well earned rest days on Sunday and Monday and so I did my best not to trouble her. I did have some good personal news on Monday afternoon that I shared with her. She kindly responded to say how pleased she was for me and concluded her text with the words: ‘Now you can lock up!’. Being locked in chastity was one of the things that Mistress had removed from my day to day life the previous week. Being locked up for Mistress provides me with a constant reminder of her power over me. Today putting the device on, securing it with the coded plastic lock and sending the picture to Mistress had a particularly strong effect on me. I suspected that Mistress had been planning for this moment, when she would know that her property was trapped once again in its steel cage. Having been starved of attention the previous week I wondered what Mistress had planned for me now. At least now, I thought, I will get some attention from Mistress….

    On Tuesday morning I sent my morning text to Mistress and waited (checking my phone every 5 minutes for her response as I always do). At 9am a reminder appeared on my phone. It said ‘Be a good boy’. Mistress had obviously been into my IPhone account and set it up for me. I sent her a text and told her that I had no choice but to be ‘a good boy’ as I was now locked in chastity for her. Again there was no response. And this was when my real turmoil and distress started. I realised as the day progressed without any contact at all from my Mistress that I was now locked and helpless, and maybe I would remain in fetish exile until my next session in 2 weeks time! Mistress had my phone and PC firmly under her control. The only fun website I could access was Miss Deelight’s through my phone. I was still locked out of Twitter on my phone and PC.

    Mistress had actually told me that she had lifted the restrictions on Twitter through my phone. When I told her that it still didn’t work at some point in the previous week she suggested that I should delete the Twitter App and then re-install it. I had done as suggested and deleted the App, only to find that Mistress had placed a restriction on my phone that prevented me from installing Apps! And again as was the case the previous week there was no stimulation from Mistress. I really did feel quite desperate.

    I have to confess that being so utterly powerless made me feel very horny indeed. But it also led to much mental turmoil throughout the day. I kept telling myself not to text again. I really didn’t want to annoy Mistress. Twice I wrote texts and twice I deleted them. I checked my phone over and over. Maybe Mistress had sent a text earlier in the day and it had not got through to me? A friend of mine had told me that he had sent a text to me that I had never received. Maybe Mistress had set me a task and was awaiting its completion. But still I didn’t text. At 10pm I went to bed feeling quite proud of myself for not bothering Mistress.

    I woke at 5am on Wednesday morning with Mistresses property straining against its cage. I checked my phone to find a message from Mistress that had arrived after I had gone to bed. She wanted to know how her property was. I replied, and started my ‘phone watch’. I wondered if I might be spared just a little of her time today. To say that I was desperate for some attention would be a gross understatement.

    And in case anyone is wondering, there was no anger from me in any of this. I love what Mistress does to me however difficult things get and however screwed up I feel as a result. It is her absolute control of my fetish world that I have emotionally and financially signed up for until at least the start of 2017. I know that she will take me on whatever journey she chooses for me. And I will remain grateful for every moment of it.

    This morning she did send me a text. She told me that she had deliberately sent me a text after my normal bedtime, knowing that I would read it in the early hours and not be able to return to sleep. She was as always correct. I responded and thanked her and took the opportunity to ask if I could try to escape her grip on my phone. I had found an option that suggested if I pressed the button it would remove her management of it. I am by nature an escapologist. I need to test my bonds to know that I am truly stuck. I guessed that if I did press the ‘remove management’ button I would be blocked by the fact that Mistress had imposed a password restriction on my phone. But I felt compelled to try anyway. Sometimes Mistress will allow me to test my bonds, but not today. I was swiftly informed that if I did try and remove her control of my phone that I would receive 12 strokes of the cane when I next attended the HOD in two weeks time. There is one thing that I am very clear on. If Mistress threatens a punishment, and her slave chooses to disregard that threat, then she will deliver the promised punishment without variation or hesitation. She is like any good Mother in this regard. She knows that hollow threats are counterproductive and that the consistent application of authority is a kindness in the end. As a slave who hates the cane my decision was easy. I will now never know if the ‘remove management’ button does what it suggests!

    What came next really surprised me….

    Sometimes I think that Mistress can see deep into my fetish soul (or maybe it was something to do with my response to her threat of 12 strokes of the cane). The truth is that, whilst such a threat is indeed effective, I have known Mistress long enough now that if she decides that I will benefit from a good beating at the HOD, she will come up with some very good reasons to do so!  It makes me rather fatalistic about it I guess.

    Without me conveying any of this to her Mistress sent me a startling text. It was a screen shot of my phones ‘recent calls’ screen together with a text that told me that Mistress had ‘other ways to control me’ and that I had ‘better not step out of line’. The inference of course was that she could and would phone my friends and family listed on the screen if I pushed the boundaries that she had set for me. I still have no idea of how she managed to access and screen shot my phone. What I do know is that it sent a shiver through my body and her property started dribbling uncontrollably.

    And so this is where the next phase of my torment commenced. It became clear that, over the previous couple of days, Mistress had moved me from a state of desperately missing any form of stimulation, contact or control to one where she had exerted total control through chastity and the risk of exposure to my friends and family. There were moments over the next few hours where I just didn’t know what to do with myself. The feeling of total helplessness and submission were overwhelming. They were overwhelming in a wonderful way but came in waves of intensity that were difficult to bear. I knew that the only way that I could make the intensity subside would be by having an orgasm. But that was made impossible by the device. Of course this knowledge just made matters worse. In my desperation I even considered committing the ultimate sin and removing the device. Would Mistress really check the lock number when I was next at the HOD? I do always have to send her a picture but I wasn’t sure that she ever actually checked it. It was only a fleeting thought and I felt guilty for even considering it. I thought about sending Mistress a text to ask her to allow me to release myself but knew of course that would be rejected and that it would make matters even worse. I coped for about another 5 minutes and then thought that I would ask Mistress one more time if she would allow me back onto Twitter. It had now been over 2 weeks since I had last been allowed on, and how I had missed it. It at least might prove something of a distraction. I sent Mistress a polite text. Well in truth it was more of a humiliatingly, drivelling email begging to be allowed back onto twitter. Her response surprised me, and in a way let me off the hook as far as my torment was concerned. Mistress told me that she had actually released the block on Twitter on my PC the day before and so I should be able to view it. It was as if Mistress had untied my wrists and told me that I was free to go. I instantly calmed down. It is so exciting when I am being controlled by Mistress, but when I came to realise that it was actually something else more mundane preventing me from accessing Twitter it turned into an annoying PC problem. Worse still it was likely that it would result in me having to ask Mistress to help me sort out my PC. I hate bothering Mistress with such things. I hate being a burden to her. I decided that I should try and resolve things myself. I tried all sorts of things but to no avail (and yes I did turn the PC off and on again!). In the end I did have to ask Mistress to take a look at what was preventing me from accessing Twitter. I am still not sure what the problem was but at some point Mistress texted me the following day and confirmed that I was able to look at Twitter again. In truth as soon as I logged on successfully I devoured it! I tried to look at all of the tweets, but there had just been too many. Instead I went onto Mistresses profile and enjoyed all of her tweets and posts. There was one in particular that made me stop and wonder. Apparently Sissy Mouse had had an unauthorised orgasm at home! There but for the grace of god go I, I thought. I had been so close to committing the same offence but the fear of the consequences had stopped me just in time. I wondered what the punishment might be. I am pretty sure we will learn the outcome at some point. That is if Mistress allows Sissy Mouse to live to tell the tale.

    I sent a text to Mistress and thanked her for allowing me back onto Twitter. I also told her of something that has troubled me for some time. To cut a long story short Mistresses property does not always behave as it did when it was in its youthful heyday. Goodness knows I do get horny, and yes it dribbles away as good as any chaps might, but it doesn’t always get hard when it jolly well should. This is particularly true when Mistress has me in front of a camera but it is also true in my day to day existence as well. For me a good erection is a rarity and I really miss it. I asked Mistress if she would give me permission to get a prescription for Viagra. Mistress texted back and told me that as far as she was concerned there was absolutely nothing wrong with her property and that I didn’t need the little blue pills. She went on to point out that she needed to be able to lock me up again before I could leave the HOD, and that it would be no good if she tried to do that whilst I had a drug induced 10 hour hard on! She was of course right on the second point but I have to say that it left me a little disappointed.  I didn’t tell her this of course. As far as I am concerned Mistress does know what is best for me and I had at least opened up about something that hadn’t been mentioned before.

    On Friday I wrote to Mistress and made a different request. This time it was to be allowed to write to a Findom whose Twitter feed I had always enjoyed in order to tell her how much I liked it. I also asked Mistress if it would be ok for me to send this other lady a small gift of appreciation. Mistress kindly gave me her permission to do both things, and so I did. It seems only fair to do so. Some Mistresses put a huge amount of time and effort into what they publish. It seems only right to thank them for doing so. Within a couple of hours the Findom in question had e mailed me to thank me for my thoughtfulness. She instructed me to thank Miss Deelight for allowing me to contact her and to ensure that I served Miss Deelight well. It was something of a ‘feel good moment’ for me, and I hope for her also. I did indeed thank Miss Deelight for allowing me to do this and I know that I will serve her to the best of my abilities for as long as she is willing to put up with me.

    And then on Saturday Mistress sent me another text about Viagra. She did something that happens very, very, rarely. She changed her mind! I had not raised the question or referred to it since Mistress had refused my original request. But here she was texting me to say that I could get some, but that she would decide if and when I could use them. She went on to say that she thought they would provide a great opportunity for ‘fun’. I could almost imagine the wicked smile on her face as she composed the text. My request had been made to try to overcome an embarrassing problem. Now I began to wonder if Mistress had discovered her very own WMD to use against me. I thanked her for her revised decision and set about getting some. I am really looking forward to experiencing proper erections again but can’t help thinking about how they might be used to torment me. It is like so much of my adventure with Miss Deelight, incredibly exciting but frightening at the same time. I did some internet research to discover that I could complete a simple on line questionnaire, which would be reviewed by a doctor who would decide if I should have a prescription. By 5pm I had 16 little blue pills tucked away for future use! I sent Mistress a picture of them and asked if I could remove my device and try one out that night. Mistress totally ignored me, and my request. It was what I deserved. What a ridiculous suggestion. I will just have to wait until Mistress decides that the time is right.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Subtle MindFucking

    I do enjoy twisting the mind of my Slaves and with Slave Taquin it is oh so very easy to do!

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    On Sunday I sent my blog to Mistress as required. Her only response that day was ‘great blog’. That was all I needed to hear. I was happy.
    On Monday Mistress set me a writing task. Writing tasks always get to me as inevitably they lead me to disclose the thoughts in my mind and help to remind me of the hopelessness of my own position. The task was quite straightforward in terms of what was required, but very difficult to actually complete. I was to write a poem about being the Slave of Miss Deelight. I am not sure if I have written a poem in my life before. The problem was not knowing what I wanted to say. That would be easy. The problem was to ensure that my words actually followed the structural requirements of a poem. Following a little google research I decided to use the form known as a Cinquain. It is the sort of format that you might hear being recited by a very earnest young man in a back street bar listened to by an equally earnest audience, nodding appreciatively, but I felt it would work for me. This is what I sent to Mistress.
    The life of a slave to Miss Deelight
    Domination
    Absolute, Total.
    Enslaving, Unwavering, Commanding
    Power stripped away and used without hesitation.
    Suppression
    Chastity
    Inescapable, Control
    Submitting, Enduring, Surrendering
    Total reliance on my Mistress
    Devotion
    Pain
    Controlled, Measured
    Searing, Stinging, Engulfing
    Delivered with compassion
    Torture
    Kindness
    Thoughtful, Tender
    Caring, Nurturing, Enriching
    Warmth guidance and support when most needed
    Selflessness
    Bondage
    Tied, Helpless
    Restricting, Controlling, Enslaving
    All physical power stripped away
    Restraint
    Blackmail
    Fear, Adrenaline
    Consuming, Frightening, Bullying
    No choice but to obey
    Dictate
    Tease
    Seductive, Inaccessible
    Tantalising, Tormenting, Exasperating 
    Beyond reach but close enough to dream
    Torment
    Denial
    Control, Confidence
    Infuriating, Exasperating, Distressing
    An ultimate expression of sovereignty 
    Repression
    Orgasm
    Release, Relief
    Overwhelming, Astonishing, Breath-taking 
    A precious gift from my Mistress
    Climax
    Having submitted it I sent Mistress a text to let her know it was with her in her emails but also took the opportunity to say that if she felt it was a bit too laboured my alternative submission would be:
    There was a young lady in Wales,
    of whom I had heard many tales.
    She tied me up tight,
    and then slept through the night.
    That wonderful young lady in Wales.
    Certainly less earnest but probably no better! Mistress seemed to enjoy them anyway.
    It was later that evening that Mistress sent me the text that, following a day of writing induced torment had the biggest impact on me this week. It was just a short text that informed me that as time went by  Mistress was very slowly and very steadily tightening her grip. As I thought about the truth contained within those words Mistresses property bulged in its cage.
    On Tuesday life got very busy for me for other reasons, but it didn’t prevent Mistress from winding me up by disclosing that she had been ‘thoroughly planning your session’. The session that Mistress referred to was now only 2 days away. And how I looked forward to it. We had had to cancel my last session and it was now almost 9 weeks since I had seen her last. I was pretty damn desperate!
    It was on Wednesday morning that I first noticed an instruction emailed to me the previous day. Mistress had told me that I was to learn my poem off by heart in order that I would be able to recite it to her at my session the following day. My first reaction was that I didn’t have a chance. But then I thought it through. There were 9 verses to learn, each quite short, and I knew that I would be able to break off from a couple of jobs I was working on to spend the time to do it. I set about the task at about 9am. By 3pm I was totally exasperated! I had learnt the first verse, and every single time I started to memorise the second verse I totally forgot the first one. As the day progressed it got more and more difficult. I felt the panic rise up inside me knowing that the outcome would not be pleasant. The more I tried, the worse it got. By 5pm I realised how badly it was all going and emailed Mistress to own up to my inability to complete the task set. The response from Mistress ‘then you will be punished…’ I knew someone who would find this to be very amusing and so I sent a text to my vanilla lady friend who knows all about my fetish life. She is the only vanilla friend who I would  trust with such knowledge. It is not that I don’t trust my other friends, I really do, it is just that I think they would be shocked and (unintentionally) judgemental about it. I sent her a text and explained my predicament. Following a light hearted exchange of texts my friend sent me her final verdict on my situation. It just said ‘you’re doomed’ with a smiley face!
    The following day I walked into the HOD certain of one thing, I was in for a tough time. I had been set a task that for me had proved totally impossible. Mistress was not going to be impressed.
    I locked the door behind me and walked into the dungeon to find Mistress waiting for me. She was, as always, looking stunning. Today she was dressed in a figure hugging black dress with enough of her bra and cleavage showing to get my heart racing. This time I remembered to take the opportunity to compliment her on how wonderful she looked. I wasn’t going to make that particular mistake again. I remembered what happened the last time! I was told to go through into the lounge. Mistress sat in her chair whilst I remained standing on the other side of the room. Mistress wanted to know how I was and so I gave her a quick update. All was good. I then proceeded to give her a couple of gifts. One was in recognition of how wonderful a Mistress she is to me, and particularly to thank her for the time that she had taken recently to take control of my PC and phone. The other was a small gift to apologise for the fact that I had annoyed her during my desperate attempts for attention when she had isolated me from the fetish world and herself. Mistress was pleased with the gifts and thanked me for them. She then took the opportunity to tell me that I was to take part in a custom video that she needed to make. It was to involve cashmere gloves and tickling. The next question was the easiest one for me to answer. Mistress wanted to know if I would be able to cum if she masturbated me whilst wearing cashmere gloves. I hadn’t had an orgasm by Mistresses wonderful hands for more than 8 weeks. That wouldn’t be a problem at all! At least it sounded like I was going to get an orgasm today.
    Once this was done I was told to give Mistress my phone before making my way upstairs into the room with the bed. As I made my way up the stairs I had to make my way past a box on one of the treads. The photo on the outside was of an electric ‘wand’. This was not something this scared slave needed to see at this point. I have learnt at such times that is best not to say anything, and so I didn’t. I was to remain dressed and to sit on the side of the bed. Mistress then bound my hands with bandages in order to ensure that I couldn’t try to undo any shackles, blindfolded and gagged me and told me to lay face down on the bed. Once there she attached leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles and joined them all together with shackles to form a hog tie. And that is where I stayed for the next hour, comfortably bound, unable to escape trying to remember just the first verse of the poem. I was however resigned to my fate and knew that even if I managed to remember that first verse I would face punishment for not knowing more. There really was nothing more I could do about it now and so I relaxed into my situation and even nodded off on a couple of occasions.
    Once the hour was up Mistress came back upstairs and released me. I had to undress, go downstairs (past the electric wand again) and sit on the chair in the middle of the dungeon. Mistress buckled my wrists to the sides of chair, tied my thighs and ankles to the chair and stood in front of me looking so powerful. Normally this wold have turned me into a dribbling mess. Not today however. Much as I enjoyed my predicament I was somewhat distracted by what I knew was going to come next. I knew that I was going to be instructed to recite the poem. Desperately I tried to recite it in my head knowing that the question was about to be asked. Even the first verse had gone! 
    ‘Ok slave, I want to hear your poem now’. As Mistress said the words she leaned forward with her head over my right shoulder and her cleavage just millimetres from my face and repeated her instruction ‘Ok slave, I want to hear your poem now’. I didn’t stand a chance! I managed 4 words ‘Domination. Absolute, total. Enslaving,’ and then blanked. Mistress stood back and told me how unimpressed she was. Over and over she made me try to recite the poem. And over and over I failed. I knew I was now in trouble. And I all I could do was laugh. My attempt was so pathetic it was comical. Luckily Mistress laughed with me, before walking back into the lounge and then returning with my phone. She stood in front of me again with my phone in her hands looked me straight in the eyes and said ‘maybe I should contact your vanilla lady friend to see what she thinks’. I knew that look. It was the look that Mistress gives you before pushing your boundaries that little bit further than you ever thought was possible. Except this was a really big step as far as I was concerned. Mistress knows the first names of several people in my vanilla world but had never threatened to contact one before. All I could say in response was that my friend knew where I was today and had laughed at the task I had been set.
    Mistress found my friend in my contacts and started to compose a text on my phone. I asked her what she was writing but she refused to tell me and just continued to type away with a happy, and rather evil, glint in her eye. Mistress finished typing and pressed ‘send’. ‘Well that should do it’ she said with look of great satisfaction on her face. Again I asked what she had written. Mistress told me that she had said something along the lines of ‘hello I am MD. I thought I would get in touch with you as our mutual friend is a bit tied up at the moment. Would you like a picture?’. Following the session I looked at the text trail that had been left on my phone. There were several texts from both Mistress and my friend. It sounded like they were both enjoying the opportunity to chat! I copied a brief extract below:
    Mistress: Nice to meet you! I wouldn’t say teasing…. More…. Tormenting 😂😂
    Friend: He’s waited a long time for today. The more torment the better. How was his poem??
    Mistress: He’s useless he got stuck on the 4th word!
    Friend: Oh dear….that’s gonna have some repercussions….😅
    The more torment the better!! What sort of friend says that? Answer: the sort who knows you so well, and is happy and relaxed to chat by text to your dominatrix. One in  a million basically!
    Through all of this Mistresses property had failed to show many signs of enthusiasm. It is such a let down sometimes. But we had laughed a lot. But then Mistress did one of my favourite things. She got a length of thin red rope and proceeded to tie my balls up. And things down below sprang to life.
    And then it all went downhill… I fell into a trap. My brain was mush with thoughts of poems, likely punishments, texts with friends and the fact that I was bound helpless to a chair with my testicles tightly bound. Mistress had walked behind me and said: ‘I have a special treat for you today Taquin. As you have been so generous with your gifts recently I am going to give you a blow job’. My ridiculous answer? ‘really?’ said in a way that sounded as if I thought Mistress was serious. A split second later I realised that there was more chance of hell freezing over than Mistress doing what she had suggested. But by then it was too late. Mistress had let out an amazed laugh had walked in front of me and applied the nipple clamps. That horrible pain gripped me as she laughed and laughed at my mistake. Mistress led a rope up through the chain joining the nipple clamps and gently tugged. Oh how it hurt! Readers of my blogs will know that I don’t handle pain well. It can sometimes be used to force me into a state of deep submission, but I still hate the sensation particularly when applied in short sharp doses. And this was hurting like hell. Mistress pulled the rope tighter and threatened to pull the nipple clamps off by tugging on the rope. I begged her not to. Once Mistress felt that I had learned my lesson she kindly removed the clamps. The pain soared and then, thankfully, subsided.
    Shortly after this Mistress declared that we would now do the filming she required. It involved Mistress wearing lovely soft cashmere gloves that she gently ran all over my body, and tickling. Not something that had previously been on my list of fetishes, but enjoyable none the less. I did enjoy this part of the session however I am always so self-conscious in front of the camera that I am not able to relax properly into the scene. Having said that it did conclude with me being given a fabulous orgasm. And how I needed it!
    Mistress checked her recording, released me from the chair and left me to tidy up my mess. I drove home happy. Todays session had been so different to what I had expected. I had expected a session full of punishment, pain and intensity. Instead it was full of laughter and light-hearted banter. You never know what you are going to get at the hands of Miss Deelight. This is one of the many joys of being her slave.
    And this is where my story will need to end. My time on my PC is almost up. Yes, once again Mistress has locked down my phone and PC. Yet again I am isolated from my fetish world and find myself totally reliant on Mistress. It is now Sunday and Mistress has kindly allowed me back onto my PC to write this blog. I haven’t seen twitter for days, have no access to the internet for fun and games and Mistress holds all of my favourite videos and files on her PC.

  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 44

    In this edition of Sissy Mouse’s journal, a stark warning was issued which has since been ignored.  Watch this space in the not too distant future as serious punishment lies ahead.

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    Distance control journal Week 44

    This week starts a new direction with Mistress. As you would have read in last week’s journal Mistress has decided that she would like me to join her Hypnobot scheme. I have a great interest in hypnosis. The power of suggestion and control of the subconscious, coupled with an already deep submission and trust of Mistress ticks a lot of boxes for me, even more so when also encompassing my interest in cross dressing. I had lost interest in being a sissy, I even messaged Mistress in my lost days to tell her it even repulsed me. However, as we know Mistress always knows best and she decided that a smart Hypnosissybot was my calling and she will no doubt be correct. This type of smart dress is so far removed from my normal scruffy appearance, whatever work I am doing it’s usually dirty and messy in some way so this embraces a complete polar opposite of me. I also accept that I will never be able to pull off a convincing female look, like for example Sissy Annie May. However, Hypnobot’s are masked because they are not human so another tick in the box.

    During last week Mistress informed me to purchase a cheap smart skirt suit. This was to gauge size and would help me get a feel for it before the joys of going to buy a much better suit with Mistress and certainly before I can meet any other Hypnobot. I found something online ordered it and it duly arrived in a couple of days. This then completed my instructions for my first day of this week’s distance control. From now on I am to write my distance control journal on a Sunday dressed as Hypnosissybot and will wear the following. The suit with a shirt and tie covering false boobs, a steel chastity belt, butt plug, stockings and heels, with a corset added later to enforce the strictness of being a Hypnobot.

    I duly dress as instructed and immediately the restriction that the clothes bring is quite surprising. I message Mistress (or from now on if dressed like this I have to address her as Commander) that I am dressed appropriately and send a picture to confirm. Mistress replies that she is reasonably pleased with my efforts and that I may begin writing my journal.

    Sitting down to write my journal is a very new experience. The restriction of the suit, the tightness of the shirt collar, the plug being held in by the chastity belt and my legs held together by the skirt all makes this very odd. It does however arouse me greatly and this is one of Mistress’s plans that being a Hypnosissybot will arouse me more than anything I have done before and when I am not I will not feel aroused to further enforce my mental chastity. Once I have written my blog, read and re-read several times to check for spelling and grammatical errors I submit my blog and return to normality. Mistress just after messages me to enquire how it made me feel? I reply that I have never considered the escapism of a fully immersed roleplay scenario on top of my natural submission. Mistress then sends me a link to her Hypnobot clip collection to watch and consider it home work. I thank Mistress and spend the next hour or so watching the clips. I know I said this before but it really is a joy to watch Mistress’s clips and it was very interesting to watch how a fully programmed Hypnobot functions and the control Mistress has over it. Once I have watched them I email Mistress my thoughts and one of the things that will be difficult to overcome is the two sides this will bring to me and how sissy mouse and Hypnosissybot will function and also separate. This I feel will be a process of fluidity.

    On Monday after my usual restless night with all the new ideas running around my head I message Mistress, wish her a nice day and await a reply. Mistress replies that she has considered my email and agrees that we will have to find a place for both sissy mouse and HSB. Later in the day Mistress posts Slave Taquin’s latest journal and I message her to ask how does he cope? Mistress merely replies “I am evil” which I light heartedly reply that I would never had guessed. It is times like this that one realises that through our own email and messages to Mistress you slowly dig yourself an ever bigger hole.

    Tuesdays message to Mistress informed her I have a quiet day and this was replied to with instructions to dress as Hypnosissybot and write the following 50 times “I can’t wait to embrace life as a Hypnosissybot, it is my calling and my destiny”. I thank Mistress for her instructions and inform her I will message her when I am ready to start. Once I have done a few things I dress as instructed and message the Commander. This time the restriction has increased with the arrival of a corset. This does feel so restrictive and within seconds I wonder how Mistress sits down let along carry out session’s whilst wearing one but I guess as with all things you get used to it. I start writing my lines and I am about 15 lines in when the Commander messages me and requests a picture. I duly do this and also hold up the lines I have written so far. Once I have finished the 50 I message the Commander to inform her to which she replies that she hopes her HSB is suitable horny and submissive. I reply that I am indeed and my reply is simply “Wonderful”.

    Wednesday arrives and I awake to a message from Mistress simply saying “I want you to bring your lines with you on Monday” This is my next and very much looked forward to session with Mistress. I thank Mistress for my message and wish her a nice day. Mistress replies that I am to edge 3 times today once with pegs on my balls, she also reminds me that it is less than a week until my Hypnosissybot programming starts. I thank Mistress for my task and confess to her that I have been tempted to pleasure myself and my task will not help my desperate situation. Mistress replies with a very clear and concise message written thus “DON’T YOU DARE SUCCUMB TO TEMPATION EVER!!” I reply “Message fully understood Mistress”. I don’t think I have ever had such a stern message from Mistress! I carry out my edges throughout the day and message Mistress later to thank her my excruciating edges. My reply was simply Hahaha! You are most welcome. I know I don’t have the additional annoyance of a chastity cage but this period of denial is driving me crazy. I understand why Mistress is doing it. It tests my obedience, submission and reminds me of her control. The stupidity of my masochistic side is wondering what this period of teasing and denial would feel like in 6 months or even a year with no orgasm.

    Thursday’s message to Mistress is replied later in the day to inform me she has a very busy and enquired how I am. My day was not going well and Mistress leaves me to it.

    On Friday I message Mistress that I have some domestic things that I will need to attend to over the next few days and Mistress kindly informs me that she is going to be very busy and will leave me to it. Mistress also informs me that she has her new Female Hypnobot attending today. I wish her a great day and get on with mine.

    Because of my domestic duties I am granted permission to write my journal on Saturday. I message Mistress and wish her a good day and dress appropriately to write my journal. Whilst I am writing this I remember something that Slave Taquin wrote in one of his journals about Mistress tweeting messages that you are convinced are aimed at you. On Wednesday Mistress tweeted a picture of her sitting on her throne with the message “Show Mistress how you wank that pathetic piece of skin” My 3 edge day! On Friday Mistress tweets 2 pictures, one of the shiny shoes of her and her 2 Hypnobot’s and the other a gif of her dressed smartly, teasing a dildo whilst saying “I’m your boss, you do things my way. Understood?”

    The mind fuckery continues and I thank you Mistress for it.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 42

    My pet Mousey has his head firmly back in the game now and is tightly buckled, with an inescapable lock, to the controller-coaster. As his Domina I can breathe a sigh of relief that a very good slave has returned to his true, submissive self.  And there is so much more to come!

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    As always my distance control week starts on a Sunday and my message to Mistress was as always to wish her a nice day and this was duly returned from Mistress. No tasks or instructions today. Later in the evening I received an unexpected message from Mistress to inform me she had viewed my lunch off the toilet seat video. This had two consequences; 1, I was wearing a new pink thong I had found which had little bells on it so as you walk it sounds like the bell on a cat collar which Mistress liked very much (read Tuesday) and 2, Mistress thanks me for providing more blackmail leverage. When you read about this being said to someone else it doesn’t have the same effect than when you receive that message yourself. In the past that would have struck me with fear but now all it does is remind me to do as I am told, accept any tasks graciously and everything will be fine (For the avoidance of doubt this is fully consensual). My sleep that night was more fraught than it usually is.
    On Monday my message to Mistress was replied to around 3 hours later with a simple question “Is there a McDonalds near you?” I reply straight away that there was. Mistress then does not reply for around 2 hours. During that time all matter of things are going through my mind including licking a milkshake off the toilet floor or eating a burger off the toilet seat. Mistress’s instructions when they arrived made me wince. I was to video myself stroking my cock for 5 minutes in the toilet cubicle. I have done many things but never have I stroked my cock in a public toilet and the thought of this was quite scary. I thanked Mistress for my instructions and then agonised about when best to go and decided on around 2pm ish. I park up and the car park is worryingly full and head in, look for the toilet and luckily it’s empty. I set my phone to video and place it on the seat and stand in front of it with my trousers and thong around my ankles and I am about to press record when the door to the toilet squeaks open. I stand there quiet for a moment and can’t hear anything, it’s not exactly a very big toilet. The reason for this is I have to say “Hello Mistress” at the start of the video and I can feel myself going red. After about a minute I hear nothing press record and start. Getting it to stand to attention took a few strokes due to the fear of doing what I was doing. I then stroked my cock for what seemed like an eternity as I watched the record timer slowly count to 5 minutes. With the toilet door still squeaking open and closed, added to this the toilets were also being cleaned at the time. Finally, 5 minutes were up and I could put it away. I then had to wait for a bit to get rid of my erection, which was not easy because once I had completed the task I then started to enjoy my situation. After a few minutes of calming thoughts and out I went and made a mistake in treating myself to a Mcflurry. I thought this would be a good way of proving to Mistress that I was at McDonalds and I had done the task. After sending the picture Mistress replied with “Did I say you could get a Mcflurry?” which makes me start to squirm some more and I quickly send a message to apologise. Mistress replies and eases my squirming by asking where was hers? I reply that the one I bought was for her but I couldn’t see her in the car park so couldn’t let it go to waste! A little while after Mistress messages to enquire if I have enjoyed my task. Which of course I have, it’s the mind that makes the tasks much worse than what they are.
    Tuesday arrives with the usual lack of sleep due to my many mind whirring’s an almost constantly aroused cock and yesterday’s task. I message Mistress with my plans for the day and wish her a nice day and also inform of the great amount of mind fuckery she bestowed on me with yesterdays task. Mistress replies that she is pleased I had enjoyed my Mild! Humiliation and duly reminded me that I am her slave. Mistress then asks if I have said my said my mantra today. I reply that I have along with wearing female deodorant and panties. Mistress a little later enquired if I am wearing my thong with the bells attached. I reply that I am not. Mistress tells me that she likes the jingly thong and to put it on at lunch. When I return at lunchtime I find that Mistress has also visited my new pc via TeamViewer and taken over as administrator and left me with a lovely Barbie screen saver and a pink background to everything. I thank Mistress for her pc visit and inform her I have put the jingly thong on. This thong only has two tiny bells but they jingle with gusto and nervously I return to work. I am back at work about 10 minutes when the chap who I share my unit with comes up to me and asks if there is a cat running around because her can hear a cat collar. So standing dead still, I say “I didn’t hear anything” and then have to wait for him to walk off! I message Mistress who of course finds this very amusing.
    Mistress then messages me with an unusual task. I am to DM slave Taquin via twitter and ask him how Mistress had been humiliating him today once he tells me I have to inform him of my McDonalds task. “Double humiliation” said Mistress. I won’t say what his task was, that is for his journal but we collectively squirmed about our tasks over a few messages. I confirm to Mistress that I have done as she instructed to which I then get a message that makes me both very honoured and very nervous. The message read “Sometime in the future you are going to take me out for dinner and you are going to be an incredibly obedient slave”.
    My Wednesday message to Mistress wishes her a nice day and to thank her for taking the time to work on my pc and how much freedom I am still enjoying on it. Mistress replies that she has many other slaves to torment and my freedom will wither all in good time! As Mistress has a busy day my instruction is 4 edges throughout the day. I thank Mistress for my task and spend the day adding to my ever-growing frustration.
    Thursday message to Mistress was replied to with instructions to video myself saying my mantra and to send it to her. I duly send the video and inform Mistress. Mistress replies that she has a busy day but if anything evil pops into her head she might be in touch!
    Friday arrives and I awake to a message from Mistress and some instructions which due to being a bumbling idiot I read completely wrong. Late morning Mistress messages me to ask for my outlook password which I duly send her. I am now at a stage of control with Mistress that there is no point asking why or holding back because Mistress knows best and that is all that matters. When I return to my pc later in the day I am now a child user with all the joy that will bring Mistress in the coming months and the annoyance and frustration it will bring me. What makes it worse is there is a message box that comes up saying “Adults on this computer can see what you are looking at”. No private browsing options although my browsing history will probably be quite dull. I don’t really look at porn. I am in a bad enough state as it is without trying to add to it.
    Later in the day Mistress sends me a message simply saying “Edge yourself asap” more frustration!
    My message on Saturday informs Mistress of my plans for the day and that I am working with my mate. A while later Mistress informs me that when we stop for lunch I am to wear my nipple clamps. I know I have to do the task and all I can think is will they show through my t-shirt because as much as my mate knows about my adventures with Mistress (He has even been on the end of a video from her that made him squirm) this makes it more humiliating. So the time comes I nip to the toilet and put them on and luckily they don’t really show that much and start a slightly painful lunch. I wear them for a total of 47 minutes once lunch has finished and remove them and message Mistress to thank her. She then comes back with “I should have told you to get your friend to remove them”. That made me squirm more than any message I have ever had!
    As another week ends I would like to thank Mistress for her attentions and for making me squirm this week with new adventures.

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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 41

    Sissy Mouse is finally making a come back after far too long with his head up his squeaky little backside.  They all come scurrying back eventually… especially with the right kind of bait……


    Distance control journal week 41 A week of teasing.
    Week 41 the last one I wrote was week 27! The reason for that is Mistress has been very kind and allowed me a massive amount of slack due to the constant ups and downs in my life. I have still had the pleasure of enjoying some great tasks over the last 14 weeks and a couple of sessions that you would have already read about.
    However, this week was a return to the saddle and to Mistress tormenting me like never before.

    Sunday was a quiet day because both me and Mistress had real life stuff to do but come Monday the pressure started to grow. Mistress posted my cp session write up on her website and when I read it my heart sank because I had made some errors despite reading and correcting many things before sending it. I hate making errors as I believe it reflects badly on Mistress and her website. I do suffer from slight dyslexia and have to always re read anything I write many times but I still think it looks sloppy. I messaged Mistress to apologise for the errors and await her response, Mistress knows about my slight dyslexia from the early distance control write ups some of which were riddled with errors and is of course very understanding. However, Mistress does like to keep me on my toes and make me squirm and thus replied that there would be extra punishments at a later date. Later in the day I was lucky to receive a video message from Mistress informing me that the time had come for us to do some more public humiliation. This both thrills and scares me in equal measures added to the fact that Mistress outlined that we would be doing it in normal clothes but with me wearing a cock shock collar to ensure my utter and complete obedience. Mistress also emailed me a link to her latest joi tease clip with the heading “you can look; you can touch but you can’t cum”. I watched it straight away and I don’t know if it’s the fact that I haven’t had an orgasm for about two months but the clip was both mesmerising and torture. Following the instructions but knowing there would be no final release at the end was painful to say the least. This coupled with the video message got me in a right state and some of you reading this may say well you could just have a cheeky orgasm and Mistress wouldn’t know! This is true but this is about trust and I can’t deny that I would like to be in chastity full time but it just doesn’t work for me physically so mental chastity it is, also if I orgasm Mistress will know because I lose my submissive state.
    Tuesday arrives and after a very sleepless night with my mind whirring about public humiliation and being incredibly horny from the video clip I message Mistress to inform her of the state she has got me in. Mistress replies later in the day that I should watch the clip again and stroke myself slowly through out. I thank Mistress for my instructions and all I can think is my balls are going to explode. I watch the clip at lunchtime and message Mistress to thank her for my painful denial to which my reply is simply “You’re welcome”. I hear nothing more from Mistress today.
    Wednesdays message to Mistress is replied later in the day with another video message and more teasing about our public humiliation trip and suggesting that I might be wearing both the shock cock collar and the shock collar around my neck whilst going “walkies” Mistress caps it off by informing me to eat something disgusting for lunch ending with “and you know where to eat it from”. Referring of course to the toilet seat. I thank Mistress for my task and enquire if she would like a photo or video for proof, my very to the point reply was “Video”. As I am not alone at my workshop today I have to do it at home. I was contemplating doing it in a public toilet for the ultimate in degradation but it dawned on me after buying the meal I hate the most (macaroni cheese) that I couldn’t heat it up. So lunchtime comes and as instructed lay my lovely meal out on the toilet seat and record my joy for Mistress. Once I finish I then try to send the video but for some reason it will not upload, In my flapping I manage to delete my entire message history with Mistress, then have a tantrum and throw my phone across the room!! After putting it back together and calming down I manage to send it as a Dropbox link. I await Mistress’s viewing of the video and her comments!
    On Thursday as always I message Mistress but don’t expect to hear anything from her as it’s her day for doing her stuff. Mistress did kindly message me later that day to thank me for a gift I had sent her.
    Friday arrives and my message was returned with instructions for more slow stroking at lunchtime although thankfully not to the joi clip this time.
    I know Mistress has family stuff to do on Saturday however my morning message is still replied to but other than that it is a quiet day task wise.
    As always I am very thankful and grateful for any attention that Mistress bestows on me and hopefully this will be the end of long breaks due to my ups and downs. When you have weeks like this you do realise how much you miss the ebb and flow of one’s life under Mistress’s distance control.


  • My Night with Paris – By Slave Huw

    Slave Huw is a long serving pet of mine with a penchant for all things blow-up.  After some time away from servitude he is once more back in the stable and undergoing a period of distance control before making a return to real time sessions.  Yesterday on discovering he only had an inflatable banana in his overnight bag, I instructed him to go to a sex shop and call me.  He left with a new partner…. Paris!  He enjoyed the fun so much he has written a piece for my blog.


    My dull and uneventful London life took an unexpected twist today when I was given a task by my stunningly beautiful and amazing mistress, Mistress Deelight. I will describe my challenge in my weekly diary however as a side note I wanted to detail my night with Paris.

    Having had my weekly gym session to try to repair my old and battered knee, I sat down to eat my post gym chicken and rice. When I checked what’s app I saw a video from my Mistress. I watched it immediately and got turned on by Mistress looking amazing and by the task I had been set.

    I rushed back to my hotel room and opened the box that contained my new partner Paris. I blew her up slowly and felt the pvc against my body and very erect cock. When she was inflated I sent Mistress a few pictures and then decided on an early night with Paris.

    Now this is where things get difficult as I had only been granted permission to cuddle Paris. My cock was throbbing but I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, I also had this urge to kiss and lick Paris all over however rules are rules.

    I therefore spooned Paris and went to sleep, although I must confess as my hands did grope her breasts a few times and I did also finger her pussy. I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it, I’m sorry Paris I just hope she enjoyed it. I know I did as my cock was dribbling pre cum without even touching it.

    When I woke up in the morning I found Paris on top of me. I gave her a cuddle by squeezing her ass down against my very erect cock which felt amazing. I knew I had to get up to go to work and it was with great sadness that I had to deflate Paris.

    What happens next with Paris only Mistress knows x


  • Slave Jay – Distance Control Journal – Week 5

    Last week my Slave received his new chastity device, a natural progression of course for long term control. This week I had been breaking him in gently to get him used to the new device and the new direction of his journey…..

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    Day 1

    Today was a quiet but nonetheless good day. Mistress tells me she will allow me a release today. She tells me she would have sent a video but did not have access to her laptop, this was wholly unnecessary, I had two weeks of built up teasing.

    Day 2

    Mistress instructs me to think of another fantasy involving my worship of her. It was a little more difficult this time around as I was trying to make it as different from the first as possible. I spent most of my day at work completely distracted.

    When I got home my device had been delivered, Mistress instructs me to try it on and wear it for an hour. It was immediately clear that I had erred in the sizing and should have ordered a shorter size. Mistress reminds me I should have waited for her input before ordering. I felt like I had disappointed her and so set about completing today’s task, hopefully to a standard that pleased her.

    Mistress instructs me to bring the device to work tomorrow, she says I should trial the bigger device but it’s likely I will need to get a shorter one, I’m already sure of this and inform her I will order tomorrow.

    Day 3

    Half way through work Mistress tells me to put my device on. I put it on and try to ignore it as I get on with work but it’s going to take a lot of getting used to. It’s not unbearably uncomfortable but just awkward.

    After a few hours Mistress asks how the device is and informs me she will be testing it soon.

    Not long before I’m due to leave I receive a video from Mistress. It is relentlessly teasing, I was aware to see how her property would cope with being caged.

    Mistress tells me to remove the device but I am to wear it to bed tonight. It was a very difficult night, I woke up 4 or 5 times bursting at the bars of the cage. It was painful and the ill fit did not do me any favours.

    Day 4

    The sleepless night left me extremely tired today. Mistress enquired if it was exciting though, I wasn’t really sure how to reply to that. In my haze I said that the fantasy of chastity may be more exciting than the reality.

    Mistress instructs me to edge to the thought of her teasing me to the point of orgasm and then sitting on my face as she locks me up.

    When I inform her the edge is complete she comments that it didn’t take long. Attempting to be witty I replied saying I like to be efficient at work when I’m not falling asleep. I don’t think it was received as intended by Mistress as she asked if everything was getting too much for me. It’s been testing, no doubt, but I assured her I was ok.

    I’m instructed to edge again in the evening and shortly after I end up falling asleep much earlier than usual, I was exhausted.

    Day 5

    I spent most of the day checking my phone waiting on Mistress’ orders. Late in the evening she sends me a message telling me she has not been well and apologising for the lack of contact. I told her not to worry and to focus on getting better. I’m instructed to wear my chastity device to bed tonight as a reminder of Mistress while she’s not around. The shorter device was delivered today so I put it on before going to sleep. It was a somewhat better night than the previous one, the cage was a lot more comfortable, there was one rogue erection during the night that woke me and kept me up for quite a while but overall an improvement.

    Day 6

    As soon as I wake up I unlock the device for some much needed relief. I enquired how Mistress was feeling today.
    When I get to work Mistress instruct me to put it back on. I’m to lock it with a plastic coded lock and send her a picture. I’m immediately aware that this means I have no idea when I will be allowed out again.

    As with the night it’s much more comfortable but still a little awkward when moving around and needed regular adjustments. Mistress checks in to make sure everything is ok and then sets me a task for when I get home.

    I am to browse the Internet watching porn and send her a link to the five videos I like the most. Maybe she wanted to see what kind of thing gets me going the most but I suspect that might have been immaterial and it was just an exercise in testing the restraint of the device. I spent a couple of hours browsing with varying levels of discomfort before I submitted and sent Mistress what I had.

    With no implicit instruction otherwise I wore the device to bed. It was another difficult night, much more like the first. I woke up several times and struggled to sleep much at all.

    Day 7

    Mistress asks how my night and her property were, after informing her of how it went Mistress mercifully gives me permission to remove the device. She then outline a game she wants to play with me today, it will require me to be ready and waiting all day. In my extreme tiredness I indicate I understand and am ready. It’s only an hour or so later when somebody asks me when I will be picking them up that I remember I had made plans for today. I immediately message Mistress asking if I can postpone the task. Graciously she offers to allow me a rest day and to be ready to continue tomorrow. It’s been a really tough week so I’m very grateful to Mistress for this proposal.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Brief Pause

    After the relentless and merciless teasing of last week, I offered a more relaxed and quiet week for my slave in order for him to recuperate. I haven’t yet allowed him his fortnightly release and it’s important to ensure the well-being of my property at all times. Any more teasing without that release could lead to complications. I didn’t stop entirely though, I made sure things were tricky from his on his return from his fishing trip!

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    It has been a quiet week this week, primarily due to the fact that I was away from home towards the end of it.

    I had submitted my blog as normal on Sunday. Mistress responded that she had found a small error in it and wanted to know if I could find it. I quickly searched through and actually found two small errors. I corrected them both, apologised to Mistress, and re submitted. Mistress sent me a text and informed me that neither of my corrections were the one that she had spotted and that I should try again. Eventually I found the error that Mistress was referring to and submitted my blog for final approval.

    Monday and Tuesday were relatively quiet. By the end of Tuesday I had run into a problem. Over the previous couple of days my balls had got harder and tighter. This had led to the skin behind the ring of my device getting pulled taught and then inevitably getting sore. Sometimes I really don’t understand my own body. It had happened at a time when the teasing had largely stopped. Having said that I had been incredibly wound up the previous week. Maybe this was the result of that. Whatever the reason was I had to text Mistress to ask to be released from the device. I do know that Mistress will never allow me to cause real physical damage to myself. I was not surprised therefore that she quickly responded with the code to allow me to access the key for my device. I unlocked the device and removed it to check for damage. There was none. The area behind the ring was quite red, but nothing more. I thanked Mistress and told her the good news. This was actually the day that Mistress had originally planned to allow me out of my device in order that I could milk myself (this happens once a month in order to prevent precisely the sort of problem that I had experienced). The previous month I had been required to give myself a ruin, and provide video evidence of me doing it. It was at this point that I started to fantasise about Mistress allowing me to give myself a proper orgasm. Unlikely I know, but just occasionally, very occasionally, (how often do you see a blue moon?) she will.

    Wednesday was my most intense day this week. Mistress was incredibly generous to me today. She sent me the full video of her as a police officer blackmailing a chap who had fallen prey to a Findom. It is an incredible video and Mistress knew that it was going to send me into a spin. And it did. I was instructed to watch it 5 times throughout the day. Each time I was to stroke myself slowly throughout its almost 8 minute duration, and not cum. This was really really difficult. By the end of the day I was desperate for any sort of sexual release, but none was allowed.

    Thursday was spent hoping that Mistress might contact me to allow me my orgasm. Of course this turned out to be the last thing on her mind. Instead she was enjoying herself with the creation of a promotional video. And then I was away for a few days.

    It was whilst I was returning home following my long weekend away that I first noticed I couldn’t access anything on my phone. I sent Mistress a text enquiring if it was as a result of her work. The response that I received a few minutes later was a short video clip of the comedian Bill Bailey exclaiming ‘oh no’! Mistress had locked me out of the internet once again. As soon as I got home I looked at my pc in the workshop. It too was locked. One of the things that I had been really looking forward to on my return was catching up on all the twitter activity that had happened over the weekend. Mistress was denying me this, and as happens when Mistress denies me anything, I started to feel owned once again, and the dribbling commenced. I sent Mistress a text requesting access to my PC. My greatest concern was the fact that I hadn’t written this blog, and was unable to do so without it. Mistress ignored my requests for access and left me to suffer in silence.


  • Slave Jay – Distance Control Journal – Week 4

    Once again, I have chosen to push my slave’s limits just that little bit further.  A natural progression of long term distance control and online domination for those of my slaves who crave cock control, is of course Chastity. So I suggested that my slave begin to research devices. Of course I already knew what device I wanted him to purchase but I know that it would spur some excitement in my pet if I got him to look himself. Unfortunately for my overly eager slave, he went one step further and purchased a device. Had he have waited he would have known that his choice was correct but that the size of the cage was important. A costly mistake in more ways than one. My slave also enjoyed some self bondage this week… read his journal below!

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    Day 1

    This week starts with Mistress asking how I feel about chastity. It’s something I have fantasised about before, it seems like a big step though, it’s a little daunting though. Mistress then instructs me to take some measurements of her property and report back.

    Mistress tells me she thinks she wants to try chastity with me and tighten her grip on her property, as I say it’s a little scary but I’m open to the idea, I know Mistress will take good care of me. She tells me she believes it to be the natural progression of my control.

    I’m instructed to stoke continuously for an hour, edging myself to that very thought. It’s been a little while since my last orgasm and my cock is extremely sensitive so I’m basically on the edge as soon as I start. I take it slow to ensure no mistakes are made, it’s intense beyond belief and it’s torture to stop once again without release when the hour is up.

    Day 2

    Mistress instructs me to send her a message when I’m home from work. Mistress tells me to strip and gather some items together – stockings, tape or rope and some lube. I get them together and then Mistress leaves me waiting in anticipation on what is to follow.

    About half an hour later Mistress instructs me to bind my ankles together and await further instructions. She leaves me in this predicament for 10 minutes as my cock grows.

    Mistress then tells me to run the stockings all over my body for 5 minutes imagining it’s her legs running up and down. After the time is up I stop and await further instruction. Another five minutes has passed and Mistress asks how long it’s been and why I didn’t message her back. I apologise and tell her I didn’t realise this was expected and I feared my fate was sealed.

    I’m instructed to put the stockings on, I cut the tape binding my ankles and there’s a sharp pain as I rip it off taking quite a bit of hair with it. When the stocking are on I’m told to live my hand and stroke the head of my cock for five minutes. It’s ridiculously sensitive and when the time is up I ensure I promptly message Mistress this time.

    I’m told no touching for 3 minutes, as my cock bounces around yearning to be stroked. Again I promptly message when the three minutes is up and I’m told to stroke for 5 minutes. I’m then given a choice of heads or tails, I go for tails and there’s a torturous pause before Mistress informs me I will be denied release once again.

    Day 3

    Today began as usual – mantra, message Mistress, tie up her property, get ready for work and await my instructions. But as the day progressed it became clear something was different. Mistress will usually get back to me within a few hours but today I didn’t hear from her for a while. I spent the day constantly checking my phone for messages, even check Mistress’ Twitter for any sign of why I hadn’t heard anything from her. I was starting to wonder if I had done something wrong.

    Just before I was about to leave work I receive a link from Mistress, no accompanying message, no instructions, just a link. I wasn’t sure what to think at this point. I was eager to click but I had messed something up earlier in the day so I thought it best I wait until I get home to find out what was going on.

    When I finally got the chance it was a video of Mistress basically describing every thought That had gone through my head today, it quickly became clear I had been under the control Mistress had desired all day without even knowing, Mistress was engrained within me.

    Day 4

    Today I am instructed to start researching chastity devices. I started by looking at general advice on what I should be considering when looking for a device, including sizing and the pros and cons of the different types available. Once I had processed all that information, which there was an abundance of, I had a few basic ideas of the type of device I was looking for.

    Next I started to look at where I could purchase from and the specific devices that were available. I managed to narrow it down to three or four that met the the criteria I was searching for. Then I began reading user reviews for these devices. Eventually I had pretty much decided on the device I felt I would purchase.

    After giving it some time to ensure I had processed the huge amount of information I had gone through today I decided to take a leap and I ordered the device I had settled on. I sent Mistress a message to let her know thinking she would be pleased to learn her property was a step closer to being locked away and got on With the rest of my evening.

    Day 5

    Mistress messages me while I’m driving in to work. As soon as I read the first line I realise I have made a mistake. She tells me I was not supposed to buy anything without showing her first. I’m not sure if it’s the restless nights or the extra stresses at work this week, but I really should have realised not to make any decisions regarding Mistress’ property without her consent.

    I apologise and send her a link to the device. She tells me that I have made a good choice and that I am going to need some plastic locks, which I purchase straight away, and enquired when it’s due to arrive. She is pleased that her control over me is going to tighten but tells me I will need to be punished for taking bigger steps than instructed and that it is her job to make the decisions. I apologise again and await the fate Mistress decides.

    The waiting was excruciating, I knew it was a long shot but I could only hope that the fact my mistake was due to an over eagerness to please Mistress would draw some leniency. Mistress left me in limbo until the late evening.

    I was instructed to get ten pegs and place them on my balls for at least ten minutes but preferably 15 and to send a photo as proof. It’s painful but I try to block it out as best I can and I know removal is going to be the worst part. It’s a stern reminder of who is in control. I hold off for 15-20 minutes before asking for permission to remove them, which Mistress grants me. I feel the sting for the rest of the night. Mistress asks if I have learned my lesson and I inform her I will be making no decisions without her permission in future.

    Day 6

    Mistress enquired when my lunch break is today. I’m instructed during to perform 150 slow strokes. Just before the time I had told Mistress I received a video, however something had come up and I had to delay for half an hour or so.

    As soon as I got the chance I headed to the toilet to follow my orders. The video is excruciating as Mistress teases me about how desperate I must be and that I will soon be all locked up. I take the strokes really slowly, I’d like to say in order to savour them but at this point it’s just so I don’t over stimulate. When I finish all 150 I thank Mistress for allowing me to touch her property and struggle on in desperation for the rest of the day.

    Day 7

    Mistress asks if my device is due to be delivered today, it doesn’t look like it will be. Mistress seems devilishly pleased that this means some further teasing. Mistress instructs me to perform 50 slow stroke every half hour over a three hour period. I’m so sensitive by now that every stroke is torture.

    After the second round of 50 Mistress gives me an option to send her a video begging for release and if she feels I’ve begged enough she will cancel the task and let me release. This was quite the dilemma for me, I’ve always been camera shy but I found out today just how much. I was unbelievably desperate at this point but I couldn’t manage it, I tried multiple times, but I just ended up freezing.

    I got through to the final 50 strokes and I had to go somewhere immediately after. Mistress asked if I wanted to empty before I went but by the time I received the message I had already left. When I got back I wasn’t sure if I had permission for a release or not and I didn’t want to bother Mistress if she was busy so I remained denied for another day.


  • Slave Jay – Distance Control Journal – Week 3

    Slave Jay is becoming a regular on the Deelight distance control program and because of this it is a natural progression for me to begin pushing his limits. I know what my slave enjoys, but as he is still new to all this he doesn’t yet know his full potential.  This week I gently pushed him into doing things he wasn’t sure he’d enjoy, that I knew he would!

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    Day 1

    Mistress started the day by having me edge myself. Then at random points during the day I was instructed to edge again. Each time the edge came sooner and it was harder to hold back. The last two instructions for the day were accompanied by amazingly sexy pictures of Mistress in lingerie which made it even more difficult to control. I received a final picture but was told to untie her property and no more touching was allowed. A restless night ensued.

    Day 2

    Mistress instructs me to write her name in her property, I rummage around and find a marker pen to do so. It’s good to see her name throughout the day as a gentle reminder of her ownership.

    Later Mistress tells me I will need another pair of stockings. As soon as I get a chance I rush out and purchase some, the process this time is much less uncomfortable. I let Mistress know I have them and she instructs me to put them on my legs and send her a picture. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this, obviously they feel nice and smooth against the skin but I feel a little odd wearing them.

    Mistress instructs me to tie my ankles together with a belt and stroke for half an hour, she informs me if I am to worship her sticking I must get used to wearing them myself. As I stroke with my ankles bound, stocking clad legs, tied cock and balls with Mistress’ name adorned upon I couldn’t help but feel entirely owned at this point. When I’m finished Mistress asks if I wished I could cum to which there’s only one response. And she tauntingly tells me that’s a shame.

    I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to or not but I decided to wear the stockings for the rest of the night.

    Day 3

    Today was a little quiet, I had a lot of work to catch up on and from what I could gather from Twitter so did Mistress.

    Mid morning I receive a picture of Mistress looking spectacular in lingerie, skirt and stockings. She asks me if I can touch myself and get hard at the moment, I wasn’t in the position where I could but I told her that wasn’t stopping me from getting hard.

    Mistress then decides to send me a video teasing me about my busy day at work, it was amazing and an uncomfortable lunch with colleagues followed shortly after and my productivity dipped completely.

    Day 4

    Mistress started the day by asking how brave I felt. I was immediately nervous at the thought of what devious plans she might have. I had to leave before she told me, she wanted me to wear stockings under my trousers at work. It should probably feel strange that I seem to always have a supply of stockings with me now.

    When I got to work I immediately went to the toilet and put them on. Still the actual feeling of wearing stockings itself doesn’t seem to trigger much excitement for me. But the fact that it was something I knew I shouldn’t be doing paired with the fact that with each movement I could feel them and this was an instant reminder of Mistress’ presence stirred some unexpected arousal throughout the day.

    When I got home I decided once again to keep the stockings on for the rest of the day.

    Day 5

    Mistress tells me she is having a pedicure, I am to edge while thinking of her beautiful feet stroking me. As soon as I get a chance I head to the toilet and edge, Mistress tells me I am to edge 5 more times before sunset.

    After lunch I decide to perform my second edge, I have received a video of Mistress teasing me with her freshly pampered feet, it’s intoxicating and almost pushes me over the brink as I struggle to control myself. I edge one more time before heading home.

    I edge three more times in two hours after getting home, Mistress asks if I’m desperate, the only answer to that is extremely. I was left in aching once again.

    Day 6

    Today Mistress instructs me to watch an older video of hers, I am to watch at least 4 times whilst stroking but I am not allowed a release. The video is of Mistress explaining how she likes to make her slaves do things they wouldn’t normally do in order to please her. She highlights the strapon she is wearing and how she would make you lick and suck it and how she would love to make you do this to a real cock. As I reported to Mistress I felt this was a little extreme for me at this point but I was undoubtedly aroused by the thought she could have this much control over somebody.

    Mistress tells me that as I become braver I will submit more and more and she will be making me do things I would never have imagined.

    I watched the video twice while at work and a further twice once I got home. I considered watching some more but at this point I am extremely desperate to release that I feel it’s probably better for me to abstain for now as I have no idea how much longer I am to endure.

    Day 7

    There’s some back and forth between Mistress and myself in the morning but as the day progresses instructions never materialise but I understand that in these cases there will be extenuating circumstances. It’s important on days like today to remember that my role is to be ready to please Mistress whenever she desires and that any time Mistress devotes to toying with me is a privilege.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – By The Balls!

    This entry doesn’t need much of an introduction, I will just leave you with this so you can all join in with the mindset that I put Slave Taquin in, this week!


    This week I had a session with Mistress that deserves a separate blog. The blog below covers the days either side of it. Having said this I do feel that I have to take this opportunity to point out three significant things that I have learned(been taught) as a result of everything that has happened this week.

    1) I have been taught that my sessions are part and parcel of my distance control. I can no longer view sessions and distance control as two separate things. Any failings on my part that happen whilst I am away from the HOD will be remembered and Miss Deelight will punish me for them in what ever way she chooses, when ever she chooses.

    2) As a submissive man it is ok for me to be made to cry by Miss Deelight. It is not easy for me to say this having lived a very stereotypical male life thus far but I can now accept it, and even embrace it, as part of my development as a slave to Miss Deelight.

    3) I had relaxed too much in the comfort of a familiar relationship.

    This weeks blog.

    On Sunday I submitted my blog as normal (not knowing the trouble I was about to be in!). I was still free from the chastity device and the novelty of being out of chastity had worn off. I had begun to feel less controlled as a result.

    Mistress responded to my morning text by telling me that I was to provide her with a list of the most psychologically challenging tasks ever set by her. I started to try to remember all of the tasks that Mistress had set me during the time that I had known her. In doing so I realised that there were also many times when Mistress has done something too me, rather than set me a task, that have had a major impact on me psychologically (like taking over my Facebook account). We therefore agreed that I should list these occasions as well as the tasks. This was a very difficult task and resulted in me spending a lot of time looking back on old blogs to remind me of all of the things that I had been made to do. Mistress had kindly told me that I was allowed a couple of days to complete it. I therefore went to bed that night with too many thoughts of previous torments to allow much settled sleep.

    On Monday I continued to work on task. Mistress instructed me to lock myself back up again. I did as I was told and sent Mistress the photograph to prove it. I then completed my task and sent it to Mistress. These two things combined to ensure that I returned to my rightful submissive state. And then I saw the tweet that was the first indication of the troubles that lay ahead of me. It said ‘Taquin is in trouble for copying humiliation tasks from internet!’ If Mistress tweets that you are in trouble, you had better believe it. Next she tweeted an online questionnaire with 3 choices. All 3 would lead to me having to complete one of the humiliation tasks I had submitted. (Apparently 51 people voted during the next 24 hours. I like to believe that this must be 51 other dommes. I cant believe that any of my fellow subs would take part in such a thing!).

    But when Mistress had set this task a couple of weeks earlier I was certain that she had told me to look for ideas on the internet. This was really unfair! I sent a respectful text to Mistress telling her that she had told me to look on the internet. Her response? ‘you have 10 minutes to prove it’. Panic!! 10 minutes! How did she tell me that it was ok to look for ideas on the internet? Was it e mail or text? It was text. When was it? Time was running out on me. Had I kept the text (I periodically delete all such texts)? I started to frantically scroll back on my texts. I was running out of time. Pages and pages flew across the screen. Had I gone past the text in question? What was the date I was looking for? Should I go to my emails and check what date I submitted the completed task? No I didn’t have time to do that. I kept scrolling. And then I found it! ‘you can search the net for ideas’ followed by ‘if I need to allow access let me know’. Both texts dated 16th April. I copied them and sent them to Mistress with a minute to spare, and held my breath for her response. A minute later it came through. It read ‘well aren’t you a lucky boy!!!!’.  I was sooo relieved. That was until she sent me another text a few minutes later. Ominously it said ‘but I didn’t say that you were allowed to copy and paste’. Another restless night ensued. I got up at 03.45 and realised that Mistress had sent me a text after I had gone to bed it said ‘I have just written a full plan for Wednesdays session’. Now I know that Mistress normally goes into a session with lots of ideas but she normally allows the flow of the session to define what eventually takes place. I wondered why a full session plan was needed this week.

    On Tuesday morning Mistress sent me a video through WhatsApp. When I opened it up on my phone I was greeted by the sight of Mistress dressed in wonderful black lingerie. She took the opportunity to tell me how much she was looking forward to my session. Apparently she was going to increase her grip on me and would have me by the balls. She said that she had been making lots of notes over the last few weeks and that I should be be very afraid. She then blew a kiss and laughed. I recognised the happy look on her face. It told me that my session was going to be ‘challenging’. I watched the video over and over again. Mistress was at her gorgeous, powerful and menacing best. I have watched it many times since then. It acts as a powerful reminder to me when I consider my current predicament.

    My session, that took place on Wednesday, has been covered in a separate blog. All I will disclose here is the fact that, by the time I left the HOD Mistress had taken control of my I Phone. She had loaded on a piece of software called NetSanity. I believed that this would allow Mistress to stop me accessing porn sites (rather like the controls she had already placed on my home PC). I have subsequently found out that she has taken full control of my phone and is able to do so much more than this.

    On Thursday I found myself still reeling from the effects of my session the day before. As a handy reference Mistress kindly sent me a video of one of the more amusing segments from my session. Apart from that and a couple of texts about how well Mistress had recovered from her Marathon I was just left to consider what the future now held for me.

    On Friday I found myself at a customers house for the day. It was quite early when I saw a tweet from Mistress that said that she had disabled the internet access on my phone until 2pm that day. And within 5 minutes of seeing it my phone refused to allow any access to Twitter, E mails, I Messaging or anything else that required connection to the web. It is only at times like these that you realise how much you rely on it. Mistress had, in what I imagined was one easy click of a button at her end, made my phone virtually useless to me. The result, Mistresses property tried to burst through the bars of its cage, and failed miserably and painfully in its attempt. I sent Mistress a text to thank her for allowing me to focus more clearly on my work and telling her of the effect it had had on me. All I got back was a wink. The strange thing was that, although I couldn’t access my personal emails each time one was received I did receive a notification with the subject of the email on my phones screen. I could see Mistress was posting things on Twitter about me, and I could see several ‘likes’ coming through, but I had no way of seeing the content of those emails. It was absolute torture! Of course if I had been in my workshop I would have been able to look at what was going on through my laptop, but I wasn’t and I couldn’t. My internet connection was indeed reconnected as promised at 2pm and I quickly sent Mistress a text to thank her. Just as quickly she sent one back telling me that she had turned it off again and was not going to tell me when I would be able to access it again! I had been plunged straight back into what was now turning into purgatory. I returned to my work whilst Mistresses property dribbled uncontrollably from its cage. A few minutes later my phone beeped and I looked at it only to realise that Mistress was asking it for my location. She was checking up to ensure that I really was away from my workshop. And then a few minutes later my phone started making the loudest alarm noise I had ever heard! I quickly grabbed it and turned the button on the side of it to mute, and the noise continued. I couldn’t silence it. My customer asked what the noise was and I told him that I must have set an alarm incorrectly. I was very flustered. And then the noise stopped and the message ‘you are being watched’ flashed 3 times on my screen. I was in bits by this point. I had no idea that Mistress would be able to do such things.

    As I write this blog today I find myself locked in my chastity device with a steel padlock, with a phone that allows internet access but which has had the internet browser Safari removed from it. I know now that Mistress can reach out a grab me by the proverbial balls when ever she wishes. And following my session earlier in the week I know that my behaviour when I am away from the HOD had better live up to all of Mistresses expectations or that I will suffer in some way as a result.


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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Breather

    I have deliberately given Taquin a breather this week to ensure that he wears his device for as long as possible however I didn’t miss the opportunity to remind him exactly how easy it is for me to switch with his emotions and state of arousal in just a few brief moments.

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    On Sunday I found myself thinking about the future. I had the previous week enjoyed the last of my paid up sessions and needed to provide Mistress a request for future sessions. I had some time previously, in a rash moment of submission, committed to Mistress for distance control until January 2017. Today I needed to consider doing the same for sessions. This would constitute a significant commitment from both a time and money perspective of course. But by far the largest commitment was that of being owned by Miss Deelight for at least the next 8 months. I have been in this situation for long enough now to know that this will inevitably result in some incredible highs, and some unbearable lows. It is this contrast, sometimes deliberately created by Mistress and sometimes just as the result of circumstances, that adds so much to my normal life. In previous femdom relationships I have always taken it a session at a time. I knew that by signing up to the next 8 sessions now that there would be no turning back. Mistress will not allow it. Once we had agreed the terms of my forthcoming servitude and I had transferred money into Miss Delights account she took the opportunity to wind me up about the situation that I now found myself in with texts such as ‘you are well and truly at my mercy for the rest of this year’ and ‘what a shame you cant remove that device for a celebratory wank, lol’. I had as the day  progressed been led into a deep pit of horny frustration. These texts just about finished me off. I went to bed that night with all sorts of emotions swirling around in my head. I was relieved about having finally made a decision about something that I had been debating in my mind for some time, I was excited about the experiences that lay ahead and I was scared by the finality of what I had done.

    Monday morning dawned and I recited my mantra as I knew must. (I am meant to recite it when going to bed and when getting up in the morning but have to confess that I do sometimes forget at bed time). I will continue to try to rectify this. Mistress started to discuss how she is going to install parental controls on my I Phone. It was something that I knew would happen at some point.  Mistress has already taken control of my viewing on my PC. The fact that I can still access porn on my phone has been uncomfortable for me. I always crave absolute control with no possible escape. I don’t like it when I have a potential opportunity to cheat (it is why I always feel most comfortable when locked in a chastity device). Mistress has informed me that she is looking into how best to remove this last temptation from me. She did come up with one alternative solution later in the week. She sent me a video of a slave being whipped on the thighs and explained to me that this would be my fate if she ever caught me watching porn without her permission. This is an effective temporary solution!

    Following on from what was a pretty desperate weekend for me Mistress seemed to ease off for the next few days. She did ask one morning how her property was and I replied that it was relaxed due to something of a break from its normal torments. Mistress replied by informing me that she was deliberately allowing me time to acclimatise to the new device. To me it felt rather like Mistress had put the stabilisers back onto my push bike to prevent me falling off and hurting myself. I know that it has been done with my best long term interests in mind, but it didn’t feel like as much fun. The reality is that Mistress now has me for at least 8 months. I do love the fact that she is totally in control. I also love the fact that she is trying to ensure that she is able to increase my tolerance of the device in order that she can keep me locked up for longer periods.

    It was Friday when Mistress illustrated once again how she is able to turn me on or off like a light switch. All it took was a series of 3 or 4 texts from her to get her property fighting with the device once again. I went to bed that night horny once again. On Saturday morning I woke to find a message left for me on my laptop. Mistress reminded me that if I have to ask her for the code to unlock myself from the chastity device I will face another 6 agonising strokes of the cane the next time I visit the HOD. But if I get sore and don’t ask for the code to release myself I will be given 18 strokes of the cane when I next attend. The phrase damned if I do and damned if I don’t comes to mind. Mistress has made absolutely certain that I wont chicken out of asking to be released if I am becoming sore. I couldn’t possibly risk having to endure 18 strokes.’

    And then later in the day I was given a task that is causing me much angst. Mistress has told me that I must come up with a list of 50 humiliation tasks suitable to be given to distance control slaves. I will apologise here and now if this list results in discomfort to any of my fellow Slaves! In my defense I would like to say that a) I can’t imagine that I will include anything that Mistress has not already incorporated or considered in her domination of her subjects and b) that I doubt I have the imagination to suggest anything particularly devious. My angst is caused in particular by the fact that it could be used against me. Coming up with a list of 50 is really difficult ( I am up to about 30 so far) and doesn’t allow me the luxury of picking and choosing what to include and exclude. There are many things on there that are way outside of my personal limits. As always I will have to trust Mistress to use her best judgment. Of course the thinking process and accompanying fear has created the situation that Mistress will have hoped for. I can think of little else but this task and therefore her. I am as horny as hell again. I just wonder what the next 8 months holds for me.


  • Slave J – Distance Control Journal – Week 2

    My new resident distance pet, Slave J took up a second week of control recently. Though apprehensive when he first started sampling the world of my Deelightful control, he is now another hooked and devoted pet. As he’s totally new to the world of BDSM I have been somewhat kind though mercilessly teasing throughout his second week.

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    Day 1

    Today Mistress tells me she will be going on a four hour run, which is astounding, and my task is to suffer with her. She tells me her four hours will consist of 8 sections of 25 minutes running followed by 5 minutes of walking. I am therefore required to stroke for 25 then rest for 5 eight times over the same time. I knew this was going to be tough but I appreciated the feeling that I would be somewhat connected with Mistress during this time.

    Three hours in and I don’t remember 5 minutes passing so quickly and yet the following 25 seemed like an eternity. I was extremely sensitive and it took all my self control to hold back as Mistress had not given me permission to cum. Each time it felt like it was getting too much I thought about the struggle Mistress must be going through and my torment seemed insignificant in comparison.

    Mistress checked in later to ensure I hadn’t cum to which I confirmed I had not. I kept my eyes firmly on my phone for the rest of the day just in case but I knew it was unlikely I would hear anymore from Mistress today which was perfectly fine, she deserved some rest.

    Day 2

    I enquired how Mistress was recovering from yesterday. When I get to work Mistress replies that she is ok but her feet hurt and that there should be a willing slave to massage and worship them. This immediately gets me hard as I imagine myself at her feet. Mistress tells me that she should be the one at a desk and I should be chained underneath tending to her feet and that has me basically zoned out for the rest of the day as I turn on autopilot at work whist daydreaming about that scenario.

    Around midday Mistress orders me to go and edge with a stocking as a glove and imagine her feet gliding on my cock. The soft nylon against my skin feels amazing and the troubles I had the previous week stroking at work seemed to fade away as I edged myself for Mistress.

    After being home for a while I get a message out of nowhere “go and do it again”, I immediately jump to attention. Mistress tells me to visualise her feet, the taste, the smell, the feel. After yesterday’s exertions and my state of constant arousal throughout the day I’m almost on the edge before I even start. Mistress seems amused by how quickly it is before I tell her I’m struggling to hold back. I edge for as long as I can without causing me to make a mistake. I spend the rest of the evening aching and hoping for more, there’s no orgasm in sight for me once again.

    Day 3

    Mistress tells me we will play a card game today and will be in touch later. My interest is piqued as I consider what this game might be, I imagine the odds will be stacked against me.

    In the evening Mistress lays down the rules, 7 cards, I have to choose if the next is higher or lower, if I’m correct I stroke slowly, if I’m wrong I stroke fast. If by the end I have been correct more times I get to cum.

    My fate comes down to the final card, I have a 3 in front of me and my brain tells me That the next card will surely be a 2, but I’m not thinking with my brain right now and I go with the more likely. Mistress mercilessly shows the final card and tells me there will be no cumming tonight. I’ve been teased and tormented but my queen has spoken and the longing shall continue for another day.

    Day 4

    Today Mistress decides the games are not over. She tells me she’s going to toss a coin every half hour until 9pm. Again if I decide correct more times I get to cum. I already know it’s going to be a long mentally torturous day as my fate is slowly decided.

    I was trading wins and losses most of the day but when I got home a losing streak started. One more wrong choice and I would be denied once more, hope was all but gone. Mistress deviously started teasing me with pictures, it was cruel and yet so captivating.

    I had prepared myself for another aching night but at this point I began winning again, the hope had returned and it came down to the final coin toss. I lost.

    Mistress then threw me a curveball, I could abstain or have a ruined orgasm. The craving for an orgasm was so intense by now I had to give it some consideration. But I decided to play by Mistress’ rules and deny myself. I have no idea when my next opportunity will come but a ruined orgasm would not be worth the trials of this week so far. It was going to be a restless night.

    Day 5

    With a few hours left of work Mistress tells me she has sent me a treat, a link with instructions for when I get home, put on some headphones and listen to the track, I am allowed to follow the whole way through. I strongly hope this means what I think it does. The next few hours pass so slowly as I imagine what it might be. As my luck this week has been its no surprise the traffic on my way home is particularly heavy.

    When I get home I find out Mistress has sent me a hypnosis joi audio clip. I’m not overly convinced with the concept of hypnosis but I definitely found myself in a deep state of relaxation as I listened to Mistress’ seductive voice. It was perfect after a long day at work and my stresses began to drift away and when the final instruction came to cum I exploded in pure ecstasy. I was riding that high for the rest of the evening.

    Day 6

    Mistress very kindly instructs me to watch some video clips of her, I’m allowed to stoke but no orgasm today. Again there is a few more hours left of work and a long drive home before I get the opportunity.

    The clips are of a live session of Mistress tying and teasing a sub. The helplessness and vulnerability paired with Mistress’ power and playfulness is extremely arousing and has me picturing myself being in such a predicament.

    Mistress tells me to imagine just this very thing and her teasing her property with her nylon clad legs. I am told to stroke one more time to this image before bed. It was difficult to sleep with a rock hard cock and the vivid image of Mistress on my mind.
    Day 7

    In the morning Mistress immediately instructs me to edge three times.

    A few hours later I get the succinct instruction “now do it again”. It’s not quite so simple this time, the sensitivity has greatly increased and I find myself struggling to hold back.

    Another few hours later and I’m told to do it again once more. It’s getting really tough at this point, it’s basically just one long edge now but I stroke as long as I can without tipping over then rest for 5 minutes and continue.

    When I get to the end I’m struggling to type out a message because I’m trembling with pleasure when Mistress asks if I finished. She then tells I am to watch another video no earlier than 9pm and follow the instructions. I’m relieved at the slight break in proceedings and very excited to see what Mistress wants me to watch.

    At 9pm I eagerly follow the orders given and begin to watch the video. It is another live session of Mistress giving a sub stroking instructions. I immediately envision myself in this place, on the floor by Mistress’ feet and follow along. The finale of an intense orgasm is a wonderful way to end the week, I feel privileged to have been allowed such pleasure.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control and Session Journal – 6 of the Best!

    Previously I had warned Slave Taquin that an early request for his keysafe code to get the key for his device, would result in a punishment of 6 strokes of the cane. Taquin hates pain so this is an appropriate punishment for him. Unfortunately for him, he needed the code within a couple of days to make further adjustments to his device.  I was not going to let him off but I did also allow myself to enjoy a wonderful session of rope bondage which is something we both enjoy.  See the amazing pictures below.


    I am writing this on the Saturday of what has been an eventful week. The result of the events that have occurred this week is that I am feeling happy, horny and very submissive.

    Vanilla events had led me to request an extension to my normal Sunday morning deadline for blog submission. I had eventually managed to submit it during Sunday evening following which Mistress and I exchanged a few e mail on the subject of running. She had completed a magnificent final long run before commencing the taper down of her training in preparation for the Marathon that would take place 3 weeks later.

    It was on Monday that I felt Mistress start  tighten her grip on me once again. It started with a declaration by her that, seeing as my swelling balls were the reason for my difficulties with the chastity device, that they would have to be emptied regularly between sessions from now on. Naively I conjured up thoughts of meeting Mistress once a week in order that she might provide me with an orgasm. Regrettably the conclusion from a series of texts on the subject is that on day 12 of every month Mistress will provide me with my key safe code in order that I can release myself from the device and give myself a ruin. I will then be allowed 2 days freedom from the device before being locked up again by Mistress via skype. Two weeks after that I will attend the HOD for my monthly session where Mistress will, if I am lucky, release me whilst I am suitably restrained.

    As if this wasn’t enough to make me realise my predicament Mistress then sent me a fantasy that involved me being at the HOD on hands and knees secured to the ceiling by a rope body harness and anal hook whilst having my photograph taken for additional ‘leverage’. My task was to think about this whilst slowly stroking Mistresses property until it was at the very edge of orgasm. I completed the task and still dribbling away confirmed this to Mistress. Her response? ‘Are you wearing your panties’? The truth was that I wasn’t and so I thought about it for a moment before rushing off to put them on. I then replied ‘yes Mistress’ only to receive a one word reply ‘proof’… Thank goodness I had actually put them on I thought as I took a photo and sent it back to Mistress. The picture amused her and her response was positive. I decided that I had better keep them on for the rest of the day.

    I went to bed that night tormented by the events of the day that had just finished but also in the knowledge that I was due at the HOD the following day. My apprehension at having to attend the HOD the following day was heightened by the knowledge that Mistress had told me that I was due 6 strokes of her cane on my next visit for requesting to be released from my chastity device. I consoled myself with the thought that maybe this was just one of Mistresses mind games. I awoke in the early hours and checked my phone. Mistress had sent me a text that read ‘tick tock panty boy’ followed by a series of very distressed emoticons. Maybe this really was going to happen.

    I stopped at Magor services on the way to the