My long term devoted slaves are so lucky to have me in their lives. I know them inside out and I know exactly how to get to them. However, I can’t always fulfil their fantasies directly but that doesn’t mean I wont fulfil them! Many of my slaves come to me because they can’t get what they crave and desire at home. Often it is the case that their wives and partners would be freaked out if they knew the true scale of deviance in the minds of their husbands and boyfriends. And they’d 100% be jealous and unaccepting if they discovered that said partners were visiting me. Fortunately for my slaves, I am not a jealous Mistress! It is only right that my slaves worship and adore me because I will go that extra mile for them, which includes bringing in the assistance of my amazing Mistress friend, when there is something I am unable to provide myself.
Slave Taquin has always been a fan of breath play and face sitting and has expressed his desire to be pushed to the limits using a combination of both activities. I have tried and failed to do this to this slave on a number of occasions because my bottom isn’t the right shape and size to do this to the full extent and Slave Taquin’s face doesn’t fit in it snuggly enough for me to restrict his breathing. So I enlisted the help of a woman who’s ass is famous for taking the breath away from any man; Mistress R’eal. Slave Taquin had no idea what was coming to him and when he realised what was going on… it was all too much for him to contain himself! *evil laugh*
Sunday was blog submission day as normal. What was much more important however was that it was only 24 hours to go until my final session of the year. Mistress had been winding me up about this session like never before. I could feel her excitement at whatever it was that she had planned for me growing as each day had gone by. If she had set out to mindfuck me it was certainly working! I love my sessions at the HOD. What I really mean by that is that I love time spent with Mistress. Whatever she decides to do to me, whether that is tormenting, painful, teasing, uncomfortable or pleasurable it is wonderfully personal and intimate. It is always special. But that doesn’t prevent me from becoming very apprehensive about what might happen. This week was no different.
The only disappointment about the day of my session was that I had been unable to go ahead with the planned wrestling session with Princess. It was a great shame as I had been looking forward to it very much. I am hoping that Mistress might allow me to try again sometime in the New Year.
I arrived at the HOD and was told to enter the lounge. Mistress was dressed in black leggings and a very sexy black bra. Her expression and stance was powerful and commanding. Mistress told me to show her what I had in my bag. I gave her my key safe, normal chastity device (I was currently locked in the Bon4), mobile phone and a Christmas card containing a Christmas gift for Mistress. She had previously received one gift from me. It was what she had asked for. It was a DVD burner that cost just £25. I didn’t think that that was sufficient to thank her for all that she does for me and so today was an opportunity to rectify that. Mistress put all of the items to one side to deal with later and ordered me upstairs to get undressed and then to go to the bedroom.
I removed all of my clothes and was naked with the exception of the Chastity device firmly locked around Mistresses property. Mistress entered the bedroom and I detected a sparkle in her eyes. It is a sparkle that I love to see although I never know what it means for me (the last time I had seen her so happy with anticipation was the occasion when she had led me to the whipping bench to inflict a good thrashing!). What it does say to me is that Mistress is going to enjoy herself, and that makes me happy. I was told to sit on the side of the bed. Mistress put Lady Gaga on the Bose sound dock and started to dance enticingly in front of me as she unwound the bandage material that I knew was about to be used to block my vision. Mistress wrapped the bandage around my head until only darkness existed; she buckled the leather bondage mitts on my hands and told me to lie on my back on the bed as she chained my hands down to the sides and my ankles to bottom of it. And there I lay for the next 40 minutes or so listening to Lady Gaga and hoping desperately to hear the sound of Mistress coming back up the stairs. She had called up a couple of times to make sure that I was ok before eventually I heard the sound of her footsteps approaching. She spoke briefly as she entered the room and I twitched and moaned involuntarily as she ran her fingers so gently up and down the inside of my thigh and then oh so briefly across my balls. ‘You are sensitive today slave’ was all she said. I told her that I was absolutely desperate for her touch. I detected a warmth in her voice as she left the room saying ‘ don’t worry pet I will be back shortly’. I was so excited! It seemed to me that Mistress had acknowledged my plight and was going to be kind to me today. I just wanted to melt into that moment.
Approximately ten minutes passed before I heard the sound of Mistress coming up the stairs once more. I heard the door open and in my blindfolded darkness heard Mistress ask if I was OK. I told her that I was now that she had come into the room. I felt Mistress place one knee alongside my shoulder as she started to climb onto the bed. Her other knee skimmed my chest as she straddled me. I felt her hands press down on my legs just above my knees, and realised that she must be facing down the bed. How wonderful. She leaned forward increasing the pressure downwards on her hands as I sensed her manoeuvring her hips up over my face. And then she sat down right on top of my nose and mouth. I realised that I could not breathe. Mistress has done this to me previously, and it is a sensation I enjoy, but she has never managed to completely prevent me from breathing. I always put it down to her beautifully pert backside! But today was different. I realised that she must be wearing something different today to form a better seal. This all sounds very rational, but it wasn’t really. I was struggling for air as Mistress waited for me to attempt to wriggle free, allowed me a snatched breath, and then sat back down again. I was intensely aroused and yet increasingly confused. I knew that something was different today but in my horny oxygen starved confusion I could not work out what was happening to me. Next came one of the singularly most exciting moments in my long slave life. I felt another pair of hands take hold of, and start to remove the chastity device! And instantly I recognised the touch of Mistress Deelight. And instantly I understood what was happening. I was under the control of two gorgeous dommes and the person so completely preventing me from breathing could only be Mistress R’eal. I should say at this point that I have never had the pleasure of sessioning with Mistress R’eal previously and most certainly hadn’t expected her to be teaming up with Miss Deelight today. I just managed to say ‘hello Mistress R’eal’ and to hear her reply ‘hello slave Taquin’ before she sat back down again and as Mistress Deelight started to stimulate the end of her property. It is impossible for me to express the tidal wave of excitement that hit me at that moment. I have always fantasised about being dominated by two powerful women, particularly if it was orchestrated by Miss Deelight. I have often fantasised about the total forced submission that is the result breath control and I constantly fantasise about the wonderful touch that only Miss Deelight can provide. All of these things came together in one moment of exquisite pleasure and I felt myself almost on the edge of orgasm. Mistress R’eal lifted herself briefly and allowed me to gasp a breath and then sat back down. As time had gone on she was progressively preventing my breathing for longer and longer. There are few things more exciting than the desperate need to take a breath being met by a Mistress who will make her own decisions about when she will allow you a brief gasp. I fought for breath but was powerless to resist. Mistress R’eal pushed down still harder; she was going to take me further this time. Miss Deelight started to work on the end of her property once again. And it was all too much for me. I wanted to tell her that I was about to cum but Mistress R’eal made that impossible. I felt it build and build, but could do nothing. Mistress R’eal lifted herself off my face, I took a huge gasp of air and said that I was about to cum. Miss Deelight removed her hand and told me not to. I tried to hold on but it was too late. It started to pump, and the Mistresses laughed and laughed. I had broken the golden rule of cumming without permission and had suffered the inevitable punishment of a ruin. And yes it hurt, but today it really didn’t matter.
Miss Deelight and Mistress R’eal chatted between themselves and decided that they were going to go downstairs for 10 minutes for a quick break and would then return again. I lay on the bed alone once again and still constrained by the cuffs and chains and still blindfolded. My head was spinning from what had just happened. I knew what had just happened but didn’t understand how or why. The presence of Mistress R’eal had come as a wonderful surprise but a total shock. Whilst my mind spun my body had relaxed. As far as it was concerned it had had the orgasm that had been building up for the last 4 weeks regardless of it being a ruin. But my mind knew that a full on orgasm provided by Miss Deelight’s wonderful hands would be a spectacular experience and so I was thrilled to hear the sound of two wonderful dommes chatting happily as they came back up the stairs. I felt once again the sensation of Mistress R’eal straddling my chest before working herself up the bed to lower herself onto my face and prevent any chance of air entering my lungs unless she chose to allow it. I also felt the wonderful sensation of Miss Deelight getting onto the bed and sitting on my thighs in order that she could go to work on her property with a vibrator. It was of course slave heaven, but whether it was my body stating that one orgasm was all that it was capable of providing within a relatively short period of time, or my mind feeling some pressure to perform, the required erection never materialised. It was a shame after all of the trouble that had been gone to on my behalf but incredibly enjoyable and so memorable nonetheless. After a few more minutes the session was over. Mistress R’eal left the room and Miss Deelight released me from the cuffs and chains, told me to sit on the side of the bed and started to unwrap the blindfold from my head. As she did so she told me that today had been her Christmas present to me and that she had split the session fee with Mistress R’eal in order to make it happen. Mistress went on to tell me something that I know to be true from my own experience of her. She told me that she is not a jealous Mistress and that she knows that she can’t always give me just what I wanted. She did have a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face as she said it. In actual fact Mistress knows that she can exceed any expectations that I might ever have but there was some truth in it as well. Her actions today were totally selfless. (And it is an approach that most men can only dream of their wives or partners practicing on their behalf’s!) Mistress has reduced me to tears before through fear and pain but never before through kindness. Today as I muttered some totally inadequate words to try to express my gratitude I did feel a little tearful. And, as if what had just happened to me wasn’t enough, Mistress revealed one further kindness to me. She told me that she was going to allow me to go home today unlocked. That evening I was to go to bed, and with the thoughts of today’s session still fresh in my mind, I was to provide myself an orgasm. I would be allowed to sleep without a device on for the first time in many months before locking myself up again the following morning.
And so I drove home just repeating the word Wow over and over. Wow for the whole experience, Wow for the moment when I felt the hands of my Mistress removing the device whilst her friend took my breath away (quite literally) but mostly Wow for the thoughtfulness of my Mistress. What an extraordinary thing to do for her slave. I did as I was instructed at bedtime and enjoyed an orgasm with the day’s events still swirling around in my mind.
Despite this I still found myself woken in the early hours by an erection that just refused to go away! I think Mistresses property was making the most of its freedom. Once back in my workshop that morning I carried out my final instruction from the day before and locked myself back into the chastity device with the steel padlock provided by Mistress. (She had sent me home the day before with the emergency key locked away in the code controlled key safe as normal). Mistress told me that I was a ‘good boy’ when she saw the picture proving that I was locked once again. I enjoyed the moment and then tried to get on with my days work. My phone pinged and I could see that Mistress had sent me a video via WhatsApp. I eagerly clicked on the link and waited impatiently whilst it downloaded. After a couple of minutes the video started to play. I watched enthralled as a video of yours truly appeared on my screen. There I was strapped to the bed blindfolded and oblivious to what was about to happen. A couple of moment later Mistress R’eal came into shot and climbed up onto my chest. Mistress had, unbeknown to me, filmed those wonderful first few minutes of total mindfuck of this simple slave. Mistress R’eal looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I watched it over and over again and became intensely horny. It normally takes a couple of days for such energy to return down below but not today!
My phone pinged once again and this time it was a text from my vanilla lady friend wanting to know how my session had gone. We agreed a time to talk over the phone and later that morning we spoke. After a bit of time catching up about normal life I could tell that she could hardly contain herself any longer. ‘And so how was your special surprise?’ she asked. WTF! Did she know already? After a couple of minutes I realised that not only did she know what had happened, but more to the point she had known before it actually happened. It seems that my lovely vanilla friend and Mistress had been communicating in advance of my session. I am still not sure why this gets to me but it does. It feels like I am just being used as a plaything for the entertainment of two gorgeous, powerful women. What a lucky slave I am! She wanted to know everything. What exactly had happened, when I had realised what was going on, how it made me feel, everything. I explained as best I could and we laughed and marvelled at the ingenuity of Mistress. The one thing I didn’t say was that there was a video. As far as I am concerned if Mistress ever sends me a video it is a special gift for me alone. I knew that if I had mentioned it my vanilla friend would have wanted to see it and I would have had to explain that I could not pass it on without permission.
And so when we finished our call I sent a text to Mistress. I explained my phone conversation with my vanilla friend and told her that I hadn’t divulged the existence of the video, but that I would like permission to send it to her. Mistress responded. ‘Lol. Oh she does! I sent it to her straight away.’ My friend had had the video all along, and not told me! I thought that this was very funny and rather hot.
Mistress allowed me time to reflect for most of the rest of the week. We chatted quite a lot via text but on quite vanilla stuff. The thing that has come to the front of my mind this week is that it is not a contradiction for a Femdom Mistress to show kindness. Whilst some slaves might thrive on pain and suffering others like me need more of a nurturing Mistress (I too need to suffer for Mistress, but often in other ways). The risk is that I occasionally forget the fact that I am a slave and powerless in this relationship. But it doesn’t take much to remind me of my place. As I type these final words to you this week Mistress has just sent me a text to tell me that my Twitter access has been revoked. I have looked at my phone to find that Mistress has removed Twitter, safari and many other apps. Mistress has exerted her control once again.