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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – From Avocado to Empty Savings

    From avocado to an emptied savings account.

    Following my last session with Mistress I have been blessed with a wonderful amount of attention and tasks. I hope the below can do it justice.

    My first daily task given to me whilst Mistress was shocking my ass was to eat half an avocado with my lunch every day and send photographic or video evidence. Now if you like avocado then it wouldn’t be a problem but Mistress wouldn’t give me a task if I liked or enjoyed something. Mistress gives me tasks to push, degrade or humiliate myself. So, the first day I mashed it into a bacon sandwich and that was just about palatable. The second day was just plain mashed ‘yuk’. The third day was to eat it off a public toilet seat. This I must say made me have a bit of a wobble and I messaged Mistress in the morning to say I couldn’t do it. I heard nothing from Mistress. I found out later that she had left me to stew and this allowed me to remind myself that I enjoy it when Mistress degrades me. So later in the day I messaged Mistress back to apologies for my earlier message and I would indeed carry out her instructions. As I was going away for a few days I had planned where I was going to eat it. I had two choices one was McDonalds and the other was a large supermarket toilet. As if by magic as soon as I sent Mistress the message I got a reply saying, ‘I simply ignored you until you stopped having you flap and would be doing as instructed’.

    I set off for my break and after a few hours reached my destination only to find the junction to access the McDonalds was shut for roadworks so option 2 the supermarket. I park up head inside, locate the toilets and find they are out of order! It is now around 8pm and I have to accept my failure of the task today. Following a message to Mistress, she was kind enough to allow me to eat the avocado off the toilet seat where I was staying. Which I did and duly sent Mistress the video evidence. The next couple of days I was a bit off grid but still carried out my task. The final day Mistress upped the ante and instructed me to mix mud with the avocado. This was a horrible thought but in another way incredibly arousing to be instructed to degrade myself in such a way. Lunch time arrived and I sent Mistress the pictures of the pre- and then mixed avocado and mud. I managed 2 mouthfuls and was almost sick. I just couldn’t eat it. The avocado on its own is just manageable but the mud pushed me over the edge. I messaged Mistress and confessed that I had failed. Mistress was to the point in her reply. Avocado for lunch for another week. Anyone reading this will know if something turns your stomach you just can’t touch it again. I messaged Mistress to plead with her that I couldn’t stomach it for another week. Mistress’s response was simple ‘Are you refusing?’ My reply was that I felt caught between a rock and a hard place.
    The following day I was very in edge but heard nothing from Mistress at all. This made me sooo nervous for the entire day.

    The following few days were quiet as Mistress was busy. Mistress was very kind and set some of her slaves a ‘Write for me’ task. I also requested Mistress’s help in setting up a new payee from my bank account. If you don’t know Mistress has my bank secure key and I can access the account but can’t make any changes or set up anything without her permission, whereas Mistress has full control and could if she chose changed the passwords etc and lock me out.
    The beginning of the week Mistress kindly visited my pc via teamviewer and set up the payee I needed and left me to it.

    The following day Mistress enquired if I had attempted the write for me task (at that point I had managed about 1 line and just wasn’t in the right place mentally) I also had just returned from a walk. I was lying on the sofa the night before contemplating my sloth like life and decided I needed to start walking again as I have let myself go once again. It was by complete coincidence that I received a message from Slave Taquin to say he had asked Mistress if she would help encourage him to get a bit fitter. It was the inspiration I needed and headed out for a walk. I messaged Mistress that Taquin had inspired me to walk. This has led to Mistress setting up a shared exercise plan for both Taquin and myself. We can view each other’s progress (Taquin is doing much better and walking much further than me).
    Later in the day I was writing an email to Mistress when the TeamViewer box opened and the screen went blank. Whenever this happens I walk away and wait for the screen to come back, which it did about 20 minutes later so I went back to writing me email. Then Mistress appeared again, did what she needed to do and replied to my partially written email on the screen and was gone.
    After Mistress’s visit I had quite a few websites blocked to me and none of them adult. Mistress kindly restored a few of them but some are still blocked to me.

    The next day I once again went for a walk and then returned to try and complete my write for me task. I was doing reasonable until the screen went blank with some text written on it saying, ‘you are a bumbling idiot’ which completely threw me and I had to just give up again.

    The following day was another walk and another attempt to finish the write for me task. As I was almost getting into a rhythm my phone rang. So, I had to shut the task and answer the phone but as I got to it, it had stopped ringing. I checked who called and it was Mistress (which was most unusual) I called her back but no answer so I assumed it was by mistake. I sat back down to try the task again and the phone goes again. Once again, I get to it, it stops ringing once again. This time a withheld number. This happens a few times and then I realise as soon as I walk past Mistress’s security camera my phone stops. Walk back in the room it starts ringing again. I decide it is best to go and do some work outside and on my return my phone has another number that has called me several times. Once again, no answer. I learn later via twitter that Mistress had been doing the same to Taquin. Of course, when I asked Mistress she knew nothing about it.

    The following day, Friday it is sad to hear that Mistress is unwell so I wish her a speedy recovery and go about my day not expecting to hear anything further from Mistress today. However later Mistress enquires if I had purchased a dash cam for her boyfriend now known to me as Master Deelight. I confirm I have and Mistress thanks me and sends me a link to some of her video clips for me to watch. Mistress informs me I have until Sunday to watch them. I thank Mistress and have a quick look as I am not alone at the time. Being the kind Mistress that she is, by the time I had some alone time to view them the link didn’t work. I message Mistress and inform her of this and she kindly told me that she had cancelled it because I was too bumbling. Thank you, Mistress.

    Saturday is quite quiet because Mistress is still unwell but it turns out not that unwell to change the Qustodio settings on my pc which results in my screen now going blank at random times during the day. With windows family you knew what access you had but with Qustodio only Mistress knows what access I have. Deelightfully frustrating.
    I am going to skip over the next couple of days because they involved me trying to help a relatively new slave with his obvious neediness. We exchanged a couple of pleasant emails and then later that night he sent Mistress a shitty email about me emailing him and how he didn’t authorise it.

    For the record he emailed me first and I offered my help freely.
    What annoyed me the most was that it made me feel totally shit for two reasons. Firstly because of the shite it brought to Mistress’s door and secondly being a total waste of my time trying to help someone. Both me and Slave Taquin are very approachable people and will try and help anyone in Mistress’s stable whether that be a newbie or someone looking to try things we have. I would like to say that Slave Taquin has helped me immensely through some of my shite and I am truly grateful to him for it.

    Now we come to Wednesday and in the afternoon, I am with someone when my phone lights up and Mistress quiet unexpectedly visiting it via TeamViewer. I pick the phone up to hide what is happening from the person I am with and watch as Mistress opens the web browser and visits Amazon. I don’t have my password saved and a message comes through for me to sign in. I do as instructed and place the phone down screen hidden. After about 20 mins I lift the phone to see the Amazon order page left open and then to my shock (and arousal) see that Mistress has been on a bit of a shop at my expense. This is probably the most Mistress has ever just helped herself too. Mistress has also left me a lovely video telling me I have been had and how she has me by the balls (how delightfully true). I must be honest this has not come at a good time for me financially and that only enhanced my arousal. The video was so mesmerising, every one of the 22 seconds. It certainly made me day.

    The final entry in this three week catch up end with Mistress messaging me saying she couldn’t access my pc. I restarted it and that worked (good ole turn it off and on again). Mistress informed me she was editing some videos and would then be visiting my pc. As always, I never ask why and just leave her to it. Around 9pm I read a message from earlier saying ‘go to your pc’. I do just that and find a YouTube video open with the song ‘We’re in the money’. I message Mistress back to say I have no idea what that means and then the penny drops. I sign into my bank account and find my savings account empty. Now before you all gasp and wonder did Mistress take my entire life savings the easy answer is NO. I have been saving in that account to pay for next year’s sessions up-front. I had asked Mistress to help herself when she wanted it and she knows that the act of helping herself is very arousing to me. To give Mistress the power to help herself to what she wants is a massive turn on for me. It still makes me twitch a bit when I see the zero balance and know it was taken by someone who has more control over my bank account than me.
    I must admit if I wasn’t self-employed and just had a monthly salary I wouldn’t hesitate to pay that into an account that only Mistress had control over and then beg her for spending money. But sadly, that is something for the fantasy department.

    As a footnote I would like to confess that I have still been unable to complete the write for me task. Six attempts and counting


  • Reasons to Visit #17 – Loyalty and Affection

    Sessions build and tighten the bonds of loyalty and affection between D/s participants

    This statement, by one of my most devoted subs, is utterly correct; sessions do build and tighten/strengthen the bonds of loyalty between sub and Domme. When my slaves visit me, or remain in contact with me on a regular basis, they are contributing towards a long standing, ever flourishing mutual understanding and energetic relationship between myself and them, as the sub. I enjoy these kinds of meetings the most. Personal, on a deeper level than just ‘paying for a session and ticking it off the bucket list’.  The regular contact and growth of a D/s relationship not only helps the Sub to develop, but me also. Win Win.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Session Report – Amazing with a small serving of yuk

    Amazing with a small serving of yuk.

    I am writing this a couple of weeks after my session in question because not only did it take a time to sink in but I have also been suffering from my well documented ups and downs. However, this year I have been expecting it so have been managing it better than in previous years. I have once again been having ‘this isn’t for me thoughts’ and then a few hours later ‘this is the best thing in my life’.
    Mistress of course knows this and reminded me at our last session that although it comes and goes from now on my sessions are mandatory. Only illness in my immediate family or Mistress herself being unable to carry out the session will I be excused. This has been a great help to me because the whole concept of no choice appeals greatly to me.

    Anyway, let’s start with my latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight. I message Mistress in the morning to confirm if our session is still ok from her end. Mistress doesn’t reply but about an hour later I receive a very unexpected phone call from Mistress informing me that she is running late and has some shopping for me to do for her lunch today. This always gets me bumbling because I always worry that I can’t get what she wants. So, armed with my list I head to the shops and as predicted the first one doesn’t have what Mistress wants. Luckily the second one does and I fulfil Mistress’s list. This then leaves me a short time to return home gather everything that I need to take with me, not forgetting to put on my chastity belt and collar.
    I arrive with a few minutes to spare and wait around the corner until it is close to 11am. I luckily find a free space at the side of the HOD and gather some of my items and return for the rest. I then lock the door and announce my arrival and I am met by Mistress looking amazing as always, this time in a plunging short black dress. My mistake of course is to start nervously gabbling at Mistress before complimenting her on how fabulous she looks. Mistress reminds me of this in her tongue in cheek yet strict way (duly noted Mistress sorry).

    I unload Mistress’s shopping and pass a comment about how I hate avocado (mistake number 2) and generally gabble some more at Mistress. Mistress notes that I am nervous and sends me off to use the toilet and change into my Sissy Hypnobot outfit. I do as instructed, return and kneel to await Mistress. On Mistress’s return to the room I cheekily compliment Mistress on how fabulous she looks and she gives me one of those looks. Mistress then tells me to recite my SHB mantra which I blunder for the first few times but finally get it flowing in the correct manner. Once Mistress is happy with my recital she instructs me to stand and opens the cage door or the ‘Hypnobot storage facility’. I ask Mistress if I should put my shoes on and for a moment she says no and then changes her mind. Reminding me that I will need to stand in 4-inch stiletto heels for an hour and not disturb her. I have always fancied the challenge of standing that long in heels so gratefully accept Mistress’s instructions. Mistress then squeezes the door closed, padlocks it, puts her hand on my shoulder with the command sleep and leaves me to my storage. The heels are already starting to really hurt my feet and I am less than 5 minutes in but mind over matter must prevail and after a short while I drift off into a very strange trance. I feel like I am floating on my feet they are still killing me but the pain doesn’t transfer. However, I must be shuffling about because Mistress checks that I am ok and I explain my trance like experience which she is most pleased with. I am not sure how much later I suddenly start to feel hot. Mistress comes out and checks on me and I explain that I am feeling hot and with her laser wit fires off ‘you are far from that slave’ which makes me chuckle even now.

    Mistress opens the cage door and tells me to go and remove the SHB outfit, return and kneel facing the fire place. I do as instructed and with that Mistress places over my head the lovely frilly sissy dress I like so much. Mistress also informs me, to my horror, that I have interrupted her lunch, I cannot apologise enough whilst Mistress fits some lovely pink cuffs, collar, lead and bunny ears. Mistress then with a yank of the leash instructs me to follow her into the other room. As I follow on all fours Mistress tells me I should hop like a bunny (which I have no chance of doing). On arrival in the other room Mistress tells me to wait with my head down and then returns with some food on a plate and places it in front of me. Mistress has kindly put on the plate some chewed up avocado, YUK. Mistress then informs me that due to me interrupting her lunch I had better enjoy it and leave a clean plate. In my very submissive state this is not usually a problem, in fact the chance to digest any of Mistress’s waste is an honour. Drinking her golden nectar is an honour but eating avocado no matter how so served is a test for me but with some internal wincing I finally manage it and thank Mistress with as much conviction as possible for my lovely lunch. I remain kneeling over the plate until Mistress has finished her lunch.

    When Mistress has finished she heads out to the dungeon room and starts moving some things around and instructs me to crawl out and join her. Mistress has placed the whipping bench in a strange place and asks me why I think that is. I of course have no idea and await whatever is heading my way. Mistress tells me to climb on the bench and straps me in. She then does something most unexpected, pushes a lubed gloved finger up my bum. I immediately start to worry because I didn’t know this was going to happen and hadn’t prepared myself internally for such things. I explain this to Mistress who’s reply left me somewhat dumb struck “If anything comes out dirty you will lick it clean” I just didn’t know what to say. Mistress then reminded me of an off the cuff remark I had made in a past session where I stated that I was glad that Mistress didn’t partake in hard sports because she has me so over a barrel that I wouldn’t be able to refuse. This remark completely caught me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say.

    Mistress has since got me to confess that I would have done it.

    Anyway, back to me strapped to the bench and Mistress then produces an anal hook and pops it inside and attaches it to by rope to the hook in the ceiling. All I can think at the time is I hope it comes out clean because I didn’t at that time know if Mistress would carry out what she said. With me attached by the hook and Mistress pleased with her work she kindly decides to make a video of my predicament for her onlyfans site. It is always a joy to be present when Mistress does her pieces to camera and this one was suitably light hearted. Mistress then kindly starts to smack my bum and tugging on the rope pulling the hook around inside me. I must admit a very enjoyable feeling. Once Mistress is bored with this she removes the hook and luckily no mention is made about the state of it.

    Mistress then starts of probe something else into me and with great ease in it pops. I have no idea what it is until Mistress informs me she has inserted an electric butt plug. A new experience for me and what an experience it was. Once coupled to Mistress’s much-loved e-stim pebble a whole compendium of internal muscle zapping and contractions took place. The favourite of Mistress being the audio, a combination of the music turned up, Mistress signing and me squealing sent shock-waves to places I didn’t know existed. What a new and incredibly enjoyable experience that was.

    Once Mistress had decided that she had zapped me enough she sent me upstairs to remove everything including the plug and chastity belt and return to her. What then followed was a period of being edged with the vibrating wand and when I reached edge I was caned until I could be edged again. Always wary of going too far and ending up ruined which I was warned would result in a post-orgasm caning. I had one of those and it’s not on my to-do list anytime soon. After what seemed like forever but in truth was no more than 10-15 minutes Mistress stopped and instructed me to kneel and kiss her boots. Mistress doesn’t do this very often but I feel such a heightened sense of submission when I am allowed such a privilege.

    With the session over Mistress instructs me to go and get dressed and I return and we have a nice post session chat before it is time to head off. Leaving Mistress with the joy of heading to the laundrette although she had previously threatened to send me dressed in the frilly pink bunny costume.

    I have been visiting Mistress for nearly 4 years and yet still this was a session of firsts for me and I am, as always, very grateful for the session and experiences contained therein.

    All I had to do now is get through a week of avocado with my lunch but that is for another chapter.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Phone Pest

    This is the week of my first ever 5 hour session. I am of course really looking forward to it but inevitably nervous. I know that Mistress can play with my head, my body and my emotions. I really don’t know how I will cope with 5 hours’ worth of attention.

    At the end of last week Mistress had planted the seed of an idea in my head. By Sunday the inevitable had happened. The seed had not only germinated, but it had grown into a giant evil Triffid in my mind! The seed was the concept of an electric shock device attached to Mistresses property remotely controlled by her through the internet. The Triffid was the email that I subsequently sent her on the subject of how such a device could be used against me whilst alone in my workshop, before then progressing into many other foolish areas that I daren’t repeat again here. As of Tuesday, Mistress had not mentioned anything about it. I really don’t know if that means that she hasn’t yet had time to read it, has read it and consigned it to her ‘Taquins drivel’ folder or is considering its contents.

    And it was on Tuesday morning that I received one of the most exciting instructions from Mistress that I have ever received. It was ‘Today you must go for a 3 mile walk’. I gasped as I read it and Mistresses property went ballistic. To those of you who crave a morning instruction of ‘wrap 4 elastic bands tightly around you balls and beat them 100 times with freshly picked nettles’ or ‘put on your finest summer frock and walk up your local high street’ this might seem odd, lol! But to me this is the ultimate distance control. I had been instructed to do something very simple. There was absolutely no opportunity to do anything but complete the task as instructed. (It was to be recorded by the ‘Map my Walk’ app that Mistress has loaded on my phone). The task had been set by my Mistress as a kindness to help me to get fit. It was a task that was easy for Mistress to set and didn’t mean that I was using up too much of her valuable time. I knew that it was only the beginning and that Mistress would push me to achieve my fitness goals. I knew that Mistress would not let me falter as the cold wet winter days weakened my personal resolve. She was on my side.

    I set off for the horniest morning walk that I had ever experienced! Every step was being done for Mistress and each was a measure of her care for me as her slave. It was really quite blissful. Coincidentally Mousey sent me a ‘how are you’ email as I reached the half way mark. I replied and explained my morning. Within the next hour Mousey was also set some exercise tasks and within the next 24 hours Mistress had created and rolled out ‘Map my Slave’! This is an online tool created by Mistress within which she can set daily and weekly exercise tasks for her slaves

    On Wednesday Mistress made a quick (virtual) visit to workshop in the morning and told me that she would return later to ‘have some fun’ and that i should ‘be very scared’. Whilst Mistress never did come back that day it had the effect that Mistress desired. I was indeed scared all day and even considered going back into the house to do other stuff for the rest of the day.

    On Thursday Mistress decided to play with me. It left me confused and a little scared, just the way that she likes her slaves! I was working alone in my workshop at the time. It started with a ‘private number’ call to my mobile. I picked it up and answered it before I realised that it was probably an annoying spam call. The moment I answered it the call went dead. And then it rang again. I ignored it, and again, and again and again. All in quick succession. At this point I suspected that it was Mistress trying to wind me up. I also suspected that she was enjoying watching me through her spy cameras set up in my workshop. I put the phone to mute and carried on with my work. I could still hear the occasional ‘buzz’ as it vibrated to tell me of yet another call. I got on with my work as best I could whilst glancing across at my phone frequently .

    A moment later the main house phone rang. I have a handset in the workshop but normally leave it to Mrs Taquin to answer any calls in the house. It stopped after two rings and I knew that Mrs Taquin had indeed picked it up. A moment later the house phone rang again. Once again Mrs Taquin picked it up. And again, and again! Next time I was ready and picked it up myself using the handset in the workshop. It went dead immediately just like my mobile had done. I did ‘1471’ only to be told that it was a withheld number. Now I was sure that it must be Mistress. Why else would I be receiving such calls to my mobile and home number at the same time?

    Note to other slaves considering their desired level of control:

    Choose carefully. If you have a ‘no limits’ contract with Miss Deelight as I have then you should be aware that Mistress has balls the size of a testosterone crazed Bull! She will not flinch at making calls to your wife (not to expose you, what use is an exposed slave to Mistress? but to scare you), calling at your house, send you stuff in the post, or doing whatever else she decides is required to impose her will on you. Beware!

    I sent Mistress a WhatsApp telling her that I knew what was going on. The regular calls continued. I talked out loud to Mistress in my workshop suspecting that she was silently watching me. No one answered. I went inside the house to see how Mrs Taquin was coping. As I walked through the door the first thing she said was ‘why is this phone ringing every 30 seconds? Every time I pick it up it goes dead’. We discussed it for a couple of minutes during which time it rang twice! I suggested that it must be one of those automated call center’s that must be having a funny five minutes. Luckily, she went out in the car for about 10 minutes and so I went back to the workshop. The calls continued. I tried to ignore them. At one time both my mobile and the house phone were ringing at the same time. Mrs Taquin returned home just as the house phone rang once again. We had another discussion about it. I carried on with my work. The calls continued. I was worried that Mrs Taquin might be getting really annoyed by it and in the end, I cracked (as Mistress knew I would have to) and sent Mistress another WhatsApp asking her to stop.

    The calls continued for a few minutes and then I finally got the reply from Mistress that read ‘???’. I replied and explained that I was getting multiple nuisance calls and that Mrs Taquin was getting twitchy. Mistress replied that she was having a nice family afternoon and that it was nothing to do with her!!! At this point my stressed slave mind went into minor melt down. I apologised profusely to Mistress and wished her a happy afternoon with her family. She responded ‘I should think so to’. I had been told off and put in my place. I felt guilty. I stood in my workshop and wondered what the hell was going on. The phone continued to ring. But a bit less frequently. I tried to think things through. I concluded that, as it was happening on both of my phones, that it must be something to do with Mistress. Mistress then tweeted that she was having a lovely afternoon of R&R with her family. Like the weak-minded slave that I am, I believed her. I was so confused (or I believe the technical term is mind fucked!). I sought other explanations. Maybe it really was a dysfunctional call center that had both of my numbers. I even considered the possibility that Mousey had been instructed to make the call (sorry Mousey) in Mistresses absence. In the end the calls subsided.

    Eventually Mistress tweeted what fun that she was having winding both myself and Mousey up. Apparently if I had done 1471 on one of the calls I would have heard a number. If I had called that number I would have been transferred directly to Mousey. Now that would have been confusing and amusing in equal measure if we had worked out who we were each talking to.

    Once I realised that I had been mind-fucked by Mistress yet again her property went into overdrive. She really is one ballsy and frightening woman. And I love her for that.

    And then in a perfect example of the highs and lows of servitude I received a terrible text at the end of the evening. Mistress was unwell! This was terrible for two reasons. I felt really sorry for Mistress who had apparently picked up some violent sickness bug and I felt sorry for myself as it meant that my 5 hours session that was due to take place the following day would have to be postponed. How unfair for both of us!

    The following day was spent checking on Mistresses wellbeing and trying to rearrange my session and everything that had been planned around it. By late afternoon I had done just that and had heard that Mistress was feeling a little better. Mousey kindly checked in to see how I was also which was very kind. Mistress decided to ease her boredom by demanding to setup my new app controlled key safe. This she duly did and finished the process by telling me to lock the bon4 device that I had been wearing for some time with a steel padlock and to place the key into the new key safe. As I did both things I started to feel better. Even when Mistress is unwell she still thinks of her slaves and finds new ways to take them even deeper under her control.

    I should say, by the way, that as the week progressed I continued to carry out the walking task set by Mistress. I had been instructed to complete 3 x 3mile walks in my first week. This was actually a significant increase on what I had been doing for the previous year (I had got so lazy!) but was actually less than I could comfortably achieve. And so, like the smart arse lemming that I am, by the end of the week, I had smashed the target set. Instead of doing the 9 miles set I had actually done over 16 miles. This was of course a school boy error of the greatest magnitude.

    On Saturday I exchanged emails with Mousey to discover that she too had placed an order for an app controlled key safe. I look forward to hearing how Mistress decides to use it to make Mouseys life even more challenging.

    I asked Mistress if I could try to break into the key safe using the app located on my phone. She said yes, I found that it had been put under the control of Qustodio and that I was once again easily beaten by the techgoddess.

    I did some work on the mapmyslave spreadsheet to try to help Mistress. She thanked me for it and told me that I would now be required to help her with it each week. And then she set my new walking goals for next week. 5 x 4 mile walks! And 20 stomach crunches a day! My school boy error had come home to roost. Both goals set Mistresses property pulsing. The walking targets are definitely stretching and will help me a great deal. The mapmywalk app will ensure that I have no choice but to complete them. The real surprise was the stomach crunch target. When asking for Mistresses help with my weight and fitness I had deliberately not asked her for any other exercise targets apart from walking. The fact that she is now going to make me do other stuff as well has pushed me into a dribbling dither. I know it will do me good and I know that Mistress knows all about training and fitness having previously pushed herself to the limit. It appears that I have now been stripped of any say in what I will be required to do. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

    This morning I awoke to two communications from Mistress. One was a copy of an email invitation to an ‘invitation only’ xmas party at the HOD. And the other was a WhatsApp telling me that my attendance was mandatory. The first communication filled my mind with horror and the second sent Mistresses property ballistic inside its cage. Mistress knows me so well. She knows that I will find mingling with other slaves difficult (it is not that I am antisocial, honestly! It is just that I have only ever wanted to session with women present) but she also knows that I am at my most submissive and horniest when being told what to do.

    And then to illustrate this point further I have been told that I must complete this blog by 2pm today and to do so with my butt plug in place and wearing my lace panties. Mistress has also confirmed that I must do it in the garage in order that she can check my compliance. I am of course doing just that now, unsure of whether Mistress is reading this as I type it (can she do that? I really don’t know) or maybe she is watching me via the spy camera? All I do know is that I seem to be dribbling so much that I risk dehydration whilst feeling totally submissive and in love with my Mistress. What a nice Sunday it is. And I have a 5 hours session to look forward to in less than a week!


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Spending on Control

    Sunday was blog day as always. But today I was required to do something else. I was required to send Mistress an additional email with any thoughts and ideas I might have for my 5hr session at the end of the month. This is difficult! It is such a rare opportunity to suggest things for a session. I wanted to use it to suggest something new rather than just falling back onto some of the wonderful experiences that Mistress has treated me to previously. It was also an opportunity to suggest a couple of things that I had thought about but never dared to suggest before. In the end, I suggested a piece of equipment that I had not experienced before, but that Mistress seems particularly enthusiastic about currently, an activity that I had always enjoyed watching in my small array of fetish videos and weight loss management!

    I am aware that Mistress has helped other slaves to manage their weight and fitness and had for a long time wanted to ask her to help me. It is a big decision though. I know it will involve a pretty significant change in my diet and will also involve me doing a lot more exercise than I currently do. I also know that Mistress will ensure that I do what is necessary. There is no way out now.

    On Monday Mistress asked which device I had on. I told her which one and then heard no more on the subject until just before bedtime. Mistress sent me a text that just said ‘take your device off’. It is an unusual instruction and set my mind racing. Why? Was I going to be allowed an orgasm? If not what was the plan? You just never know with Mistress. But then I realised that there was one pretty fundamental problem with carrying out the instruction. The device was locked on with a steel padlock and Mistress hadn’t provided me the code to the key safe. I sent Mistress a text asking for the code, but went to bed shortly afterward without hearing back from her.

    Tuesday turned out to be a pretty momentous day for many reasons.

    Firstly, Mistress reminded me that it was the day that she was going to take over my new laptop. It always makes me feel scared and submissive when I watch Mistress lock down my pc, apply her own passwords, take over admin control and start to load on the software that she will use to restrict me.

    Then she instructed me to look at something called a Dreamlover 2000. I discovered that it is an electric shock device that has its electrodes placed inside a chastity device. The website is spectacularly frightening for the male species. It describes its products as a ‘male management system’. In its most expensive versions, it is totally mobile, app-controlled and can do things like sense if it has been removed without permission or even the angle of the wearer’s body. As an example of the potential power, it has, among many other things, something called Canine mode. I have copied and pasted a section of the website that explains what this is….

    The canine mode feature enforces quadrupedal locomotion. Pulses are delivered in quick succession when the receiver is not held horizontal (parallel to the ground) and facing downwards. In combination with a securely fastened waistband, the canine mode allows you to temporarily revoke upright locomotion rights with powerful psychological effect on the male being trained. On the Pro model, Canine mode is preceded by a non-configurable “silent command” to alert the wearer this mode is being entered. The wearer has approximately 3 seconds to assume the canine position before pulse delivery begins.

    I have to confess that the whole concept of such a technology being available to Mistress is a huge turn on. If anyone could use it to force total slave compliance then it is Mistress. I imagined its use whilst Mistress watched the effects whilst I was alone in my workshop. She would have so much fun! But then I looked at the price $1900 dollars!!! It seems that this particular devilish device will have to wait.

    And then Mistress started to talk about linking exercise targets (monitored by an app) with an internet controlled key-safe. The first impact of this was to make me take a deep breath. It meant that she had read my email concerning my next session (oh what have I done!) and that she was going to ensure that I did the necessary exercise to aid my weight loss (again, oh what have I done!!). The second impact was to wonder what Mistress could do with an internet controlled key-safe. I am still not sure.

    And then I had to go and meet Mistress to make my final payment for my submission to her for the whole of 2018. We met and I handed over the remaining £1000 that I owed together with 2 Viagra that she needed for a session the following day. But probably even more significant than this was the fact that I handed over my old laptop. It had died but then miraculously come back to life a few days later. Mistress had told me that she wanted to use it to see if she could break out of the lockdown control that she had put on it, without the use of her passwords. I’m sorry fellow TeamViewer slaves. If Mistress can’t break out of her own technological bonds, then neither will we. What I hadn’t realised though, until after I had handed it over, is that Mistress wants to use it to develop her PC and Network hacking skills. We are truly doomed.

    Before I left her Mistress unlocked my chastity device and told me to remove it. I still didn’t know why but did as I was instructed.

    It didn’t take long to find out. Following a quiet day on Wednesday I received a simple task from Mistress on Thursday morning. I was to edge on the hour every hour for the rest of the day. I was to report to her each successful edge and was reminded that there was to be no cumming!

    To be allowed to touch Mistresses property is indeed a rare treat. But to edge it continuously is both torturous and difficult to do. Knowing that you are not allowed to take yourself to a completed orgasm is really challenging. Past experience told me that there would be a real risk of edging too far and starting to cum. Even just a little cum appearing is forbidden and yet I knew that I had to edge properly. My solution was to tell Mistress that I would be doing it in my garage in a place where the spy camera could see me. I have no desire for Mistress to see me wank (I bet it isn’t her favorite activity either lol), I actually find it embarrassing. I did want to make sure that I didn’t have any accidents, however. The thought that she ‘could’ be watching was actually very effective. I edged 11 times altogether and didn’t cum once. I would like to say that it didn’t get to me too much, but I would be lying through my teeth. It had a spectacular effect on my desire to please! By the end of the day, I had bought Mistress a £80 dash cam, bought ‘myself’ a £170 wifi controlled key-safe as directed by Mistress and sent a £50 voucher to a Findom Goddess who specializes in Blackmail (with Mistresses permission of course). Not only that, I had twice asked Mistress if I would be allowed to complete my final edge at 10pm and take it through to a mind-blowing orgasm. And Mistress had twice ignored my request.

    On Friday my instruction was to lock myself back up this time with the Bon4m. The second I did this and had sent Mistress the picture her property started to dribble uncontrollably. Edging had really got to me the day before but being locked up again had just made it so much worse.

    Later on Friday my laptop screen went black and I thought that Mistress was on there making changes. I stood and watched for ages but nothing happened. I wondered if it had crashed. In the end, I gave the power button a press and the screen sprang to life. On it I saw the settings screen for my household broadband/wifi router. WTF! Mistress was doing something but I really had no idea what she was intent on doing. I watched for a moment and then decided to walk away. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop her and actually didn’t want to know what it was she was doing. I was certain that I would find out soon enough. I went inside the house and tried to get on with another task. A couple of minutes later Mistress requested the Router master passcode. Meekly I sent it to her. During this time the fear was building up inside me. What if Mistress took over the home network? There are several of us who use it for work and for pleasure. What if she disabled it and made demands for its reinstatement? I love being totally at the mercy of Mistress and the whole experience made me even hornier than I had felt at any time the previous day. I sometimes wonder why I love Mistress most when I fear her most. I think it is the fact that, at those times, I am totally dependent on her to look after me and keep me safe. She has my life in her hands and I have no control.

    In the end, Mistress disclosed that she hadn’t completed whatever she had set out to do and so I breathed a sigh of relief
    Her property calmed down a few moments later.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Truly Devoted

    This week’s blog must start on Tuesday, as the preceding few days had been a glorious sunny bank holiday.

    At 7am on Tuesday morning I found myself parked outside an address given to me by Mistress waiting for her to arrive and let me into the property. I was there to lay a laminate floor that I had bought for Mistress several months earlier as part of her birthday present (another slave had bought the underlay, for which I am grateful). My car was full of all the tools that I thought I would need and I knew that I had a tough day’s work ahead of me.

    Mistress arrived soon after and let me into the property. We did a walk around of the job to be done in order that I could ask some questions and then Mistress left me to get on with it. To be trusted to do such a job and to look after her property is an honour. I do take care with any job that I do but I was particularly keen to make sure that I did this one to the best possible standard. Having never laid a laminate floor before it took a while to get going but once underway it became technically easier. But as the day wore on it became physically really, really hard. There is so much kneeling, measuring, standing, cutting, kneeling, fitting etc etc to be done. When the last piece went down at 8.00 pm I rolled over onto my back and lay on the floor and wondered how I would ever summon up the energy to clear up my stuff, load up my tools and drive home. I was exhausted! After about 5 minutes I did just that but instead of driving straight home I knew that I had to drive to meet Mistress to return her keys. On the way to our agreed meeting place I stopped in at Tesco to buy my dinner and noticed the first of a series of texts from Mistress. I clicked on it and beamed with pride as I saw that Mistress had thanked me personally for what I had done for her that day. I then went on to read a series of texts from Mistress that talked about how there were certain pets who she particularly valued for their commitment to her. I knew, that day, that I was being included in that group. It was so kind of Mistress to so publicly acknowledge us. And then better still, when I handed her the keys a few minutes later she handed me a very personal gift to thank me for what I do for her.

    As far as I am concerned there is nothing better than to be truly appreciated by someone you care for and respect. I was feeling quite emotional as I drove home.

    The following day Mistress instructed me to lock up using The Vice chastity device. I had been out of chastity since my session the previous week. Mistresses’ property had needed a bit of recovery time! Strangely for me I hadn’t missed being in chastity at all. Maybe my mind had been taken up with thoughts of bank holidays and floors. I did as instructed and sent the picture to Mistress.

    On Thurs Mistress was very generous indeed and sent me a photograph and a short video gif of her wearing a very sexy leather bra/top. In the video she squeezed and massaged her breasts in a way that had me dribbling in my cage. Being a gif it just repeated for as long as I watched it. I watched it for quite a long time! The image stayed with me for the rest of the day and then kept me awake that night. Mistress is a gorgeous young lady in all regards but I have to say that I have a special weakness for her magnificent breasts particularly when they are beautifully cupped in something sexy. Of course Mistress knows all of my weaknesses and capitalises on each one of them to control how I feel at any time. And that is probably her greatest power. Mistress controls my emotions. She can make me feel happy or sad, angry or elated, guilty or proud, in danger or safe, vanilla or in this case horny.

    And then on Saturday I sent Mistress my morning text to ask if I could be released from The Vice to make some alterations and to ask if I could be allowed to stay unlocked for a few days whilst I went abroad. Mistress very kindly agreed to my requests. And so I have a few days of freedom. I won’t abuse it. I wouldn’t dare! We also agreed my next session date and the fact that it now seemed likely that I would not be able to ‘use up’ all of the sessions that I had paid for to the year end. Those who follow my servitude will know that I have to pay for a full year in advance. It is just one of the many ways that Mistress ensures my loyalty! I had also effectively paid for some additional sessions as the year had progressed by asking for additional session time in lieu of payment when I had paid for things on Mistresses’ behalf. It is a nice problem to have. The solution that we have agreed is that my next session is going to be a 5 hour session. Now that is something to look forward to! And the remaining surplus session time paid for will be converted into intensified distance control to the end of the year. It was actually my suggestion. I certainly didn’t want to suggest rolling my surplus sessions into 2018 and I do love the way that Mistress can dominate me so effectively from afar. She can make it so exquisitely difficult and intense at times. Of course my fetish world is already controlled 24/7 by Mistress. But she has deployed tools and techniques that normally allow her to control my fetish world without having to waste too much time on me. Mistress is after all a very busy woman. The thought that Mistress will now devote some more time to tormenting me in whatever way she chooses fills me with joy and fear in equal measure.

    I felt what might have been the first example of Mistress tightening her grip last night when she sent me a copy of an email that she had received from Qustodio. It told her that I had been trying to access Uberkinky. It appears that ‘Mother Boss’, as she is known to Qustodio, is watching very closely.


  • Slave Taquin – Session Report – Extreme Edging

    This week I have a session. Oh thank goodness! I always look forward to sessions of course. I count down the days, I fantasise, I think back to previous sessions and most of all I wonder what is in store for me this time. This week’s session is another milestone in my servitude to Miss Deelight. This week’s session takes place almost 3 years to the day since my first session. And even after this time, I know that, as I step across the threshold of the HOD, I will have absolutely no idea about what is going to happen.  I looked up what is the traditional gift for a third anniversary to discover that it is leather. How appropriate! I knew that I had to buy something for Mistress to mark the occasion, I did, of course, think about buying some wonderful leather bondage device but in the end settled on something only a little less selfish and ordered Mistress a sexy white leather miniskirt instead.

    Sunday was a particularly tormenting day for me. Mistress had spent some time the day before locking down my laptop and ensuring that, from that point on, she would be able to monitor and control my access to the fetish world. I had only experienced a couple of hours of ‘freedom’ (my phone is already locked) following a crash and rebuild. Once I had submitted my blog I asked Mistress if I was allowed to try to escape from the controls that she had just placed on my laptop. To my surprise, she said yes. I had expected her to threaten punishment should I even try to escape her clutches. Her response demonstrated a confidence in her abilities to constrain and control me that sent Mistresses property bulging against the steel cage. A threat of punishment would have been effective in ensuring that I stayed under her control. But it would not have sent me into the tormented mess that I now found myself in.

    I rushed through my vanilla tasks for the day all the while thinking about how I was going to wriggle free from Mistresses grip. I should say here and now that I am not a computer whiz by any one’s definition. But I do know how to load stuff, remove stuff, set up new identities etc. I really did think that I would have a chance of escape. To be clear, I didn’t want to escape. I would have been really disappointed to discover that it was possible in fact. But as always I needed to know that Mistress had genuinely stripped me of all control. And the only way to be sure is to try to escape. And I tried and I tried. I tried to delete programs, I tried to access the fetish world through alternative browsers, I tried to guess Mistresses passwords, I tried to change Mistresses passwords, I tried loading up in ‘safe mode’ in order to bypass the control software and I tried every other wriggle I could think of. But nothing worked. I don’t think that I ever came close to escape! And by the time I had finished my pathetic attempts I was a tormented wreck. I sent the inevitable WhatsApp to Mistress and conceded what I suspect that we had both known from the start. Once Mistress locks you down, that is how you are going to stay until Mistress decides otherwise.  I was so wound up by the whole process that I asked Mistress if it might be possible to access Twitter for just a little while. It would have acted as something of a safety valve to distract my attention for a while as well as a way for me to voice my gratitude to Mistress for the entire fetish world to hear. As it was Mistress ignored me (I think she was trying to have a day off) and I suffered in silence. It is, I am sure, what Mistress wanted to happen.

    And then, following a couple of quiet days, it was the day of my session. As always I arrived a few minutes early and sent Mistress a text to inform her that I would enter the HOD at the agreed time unless she instructed me otherwise. I walked in, locked the door behind me, removed my shoes, shouted hello to Mistress and walked into the dungeon. I was greeted by the sight of Mistress seated at the desk in her office looking towards me. My eyes were immediately drawn to her new white, satin, figure-hugging top and the cleavage that it framed so beautifully. My eyes also couldn’t help noticing black stockings, ridiculously short skirt and just a glimpse of white panties. I said ‘you are looking lovely today Mistress’. Mistress replied ‘I am, aren’t I slave’. Mistress knows how much I love her gorgeous sexy figure (and the supreme power that it exerts over me!) and so my heart started to crumble immediately.

    I was ordered to go upstairs to the bathroom and to return naked.  I did as instructed and was locked in the cage in the dungeon with my wrists secured by the wooden manacles that I had made for Mistress. Mistress put a Viagra into my mouth, squirted in some water and told me to swallow.  And there I stayed for the next hour. To be perfectly honest I struggled to find my inner slave self in that time. It was only when Mistress came in and briefly teased me, and then when I listened to her making a JOI custom for a very lucky chap, that things started to stir in my chastity device.

    As the time of my session proper approached I heard Mistress attaching manacles to the gyno bench upstairs. Mistress had told me that my session was going to take place in there and that made me very happy. It made me happy because I had only ever had one session in there before and that had involved a lot of lovely teasing.  Little did I know that I was about to experience the most extreme edging that I had ever experienced before!

    Mistress returned downstairs and released me from the cage. She passed me a large roll of black pallet wrap to carry for her (that puzzled me) and told me to go up to the gyno room. Once there I was ordered onto the bench and Mistress started to apply the leather bindings. This for me was the moment when the pleasure started. As each cuff or strap was tightened I felt any chance of escape ebbing away. And as each was tightened Mistresses property grew and grew. It really does know what it likes! I had actually forgotten all about the pallet wrap until I saw Mistress pick up the role that I had put on the wall. Mistress unfurled one end and laid it across my stomach. She then proceeded to unroll it further, pass it under the bench before bringing it up on the other side again. Mistress was going to pallet wrap me to the bench! This was a first. 10 minutes later I found myself totally wrapped up, and totally immobilised. The only parts of me that remained exposed were my lower legs, my caged cock and balls and my nose. In the process of wrapping me, Mistress had needed to reach across me to pass the wrap around me and each time that she did she had pushed her body against mine. It drove me nuts. And so by the end of those 10 minutes, I knew that the slightest touch to Mistresses property was probably going to take me over the edge.

    Mistress gave me strict instructions about what to do should I feel giddy or in distress whilst so confined and then went to work on me. First of all she removed the cage of the device. I love that device. I love the total control that it gives Mistress. But I love the moment that it is removed by Mistress even more. As Mistress took hold of her property for the first time since my session in June (in July Mistress guided my use of The Max masturbator and at my session at the beginning of August the device stayed firmly in place) I realized that her property was incredibly sensitive.  It was so sensitive that it almost hurt! I asked Mistress if she would be kind enough to use lots of lube, and she did. Moments later I was telling Mistress that I was about to cum. And I knew that there was probably at least an hour to go before I had any possibility of a final glorious orgasm (or potentially being sent home denied once again!). Mistress rebuked me and reminded me that I was never to tell her anything; instead, I was to ask her permission to cum. To which the answer would invariably be no. Mistress edged me again and then I heard her move towards the head of the gyno bench. I felt one hand grip my nostrils whilst her other one pushed down on the pallet wrap over my mouth and all possibility of breathing was instantly removed. I wasn’t expecting it and therefore had not taken a breath. A moment later I was struggling to cope. I writhed as much as my bindings would allow. I heard Mistress say ‘that’s good slave, I want to see you struggle’. Mistress released her grip and allowed me to take a gulp of air before once again blocking my airways. I could feel Mistresses property throbbing away and knew that it told the true story about how I feel about breath play. It excited me greatly! So much so that when Mistress reached back down to edge it once again I almost instantly asked for permission to cum. Mistress took her hand away from her property and leaned across me and again prevented any breathing on my part. But this time with her ample and gorgeous breasts. I am surprised that I did not cum there and then. Instead, I just teetered on the edge. Following some more edging and breath control, I heard Mistress leave the room and return shortly afterward. I felt her lay something on my chest and spread it out. I next felt a sensation that I had never felt before. I realised that Mistress was pushing a sounding rod down the inside of her property. This was another first as far as I was concerned. I am by nature a coward and so it did make me a little anxious, but I have to confess that it did result in a pleasurable sensation.  The second, larger, rod, however, started to hurt a little and so Mistress kindly removed it and moved onto the next phase. I felt something being slipped over the end of her property before being maneuvered down its shaft. Soon after I felt the tell-tale tingle as the E-Stim ElectroPebble was turned on. I had experienced this once before and I knew that Mistress was going to use it to tease me further but more particularly that she would use it to totally crush any possibility of a premature ejaculation. I knew I was about to experience something quite extreme. I don’t think I actually realised how extreme it would become. It probably went on for a further 30 minutes. A combination of breath control, edging, verbal teasing and ElectroPebble control made me suffer more than I had ever thought possible. I was taken to the very edge of ejaculation before Mistress would shock her property with the ElectroPebble. And as Mistress hurt me to control me she put a reassuring hand on me and gently explained that she was doing it for my own good. I felt her compassion in that blur of terrible discomfort, and I loved her for her kindness. She was in total control and was caring for me. This went on and on until Mistress decided that I couldn’t take any more. She told me that the next time that I would be allowed to cum. The idea scared the life out of me! I knew that it was going to be a violent ejaculation and I knew that Mistresses property was overly sensitive by this point. I begged her to be gentle with me (I was that scared!). And Mistress was gentle. I really don’t know what she did or how she did it. I do recall feeling her hand gently working her property but all I actually felt was the pressure down below building and building until I knew that it was about to erupt. I asked for permission to cum and heard Mistress reply, ‘let it out slave, let it all out’. And erupt I did with a total lack of control. I spurted cum like never before. I even felt it hitting my exposed nose (I’m sorry. Too much detail I know.)  And I felt it pump and pump. Because Mistress was being particularly gentle with me I think it actually accentuated the sensations as all I could feel was this massive ejaculation. I know that I whelped and I cried and I whimpered and I swore. It was so intense!

    Mistress allowed me to calm down for a few minutes whilst she tidied up around me. I was then released from the gyno bench before being allowed to go and shower. I left the HOD a happy slave.

     
     

  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Short Blog

    This will inevitably be a mercifully short blog as I am on a family holiday and Mistress is very busy. Neither of these things prevent daily contact thankfully. It really would be a huge gap in my life if I didn’t have the opportunity to communicate daily with Mistress. Mistress does tend to give me space to enjoy my family time which is kind of her. In truth I would love it if she continued to control my life whilst away, but Mistress knows best, it is important that I maintain balance in my life.

    This is difficult for me however. To be denied fetish control whilst away from home and also having all access to the fetish internet content blocked to me creates an uncomfortable void. I lasted until Monday before I ‘cracked’. I sent Mistress a message asking if it would be possible to pay her for access to Twitter whilst I was away. Mistress asked ‘how badly I wanted it’. ‘Very badly’ was my response. And then I suggested an amount of money. Mistress sent me a link to a YouTube clip. I tried to access it through my phone, only to be blocked by Qustodio. (YouTube used to be one of the sneaky ways for me to see fun stuff, but Mistress realised this and stopped that also). I sent Mistress a message telling her that I was blocked together with a laughing emoji. Mistress replied ‘you think it is funny?’ Mistress getting stern with me always makes me catch my breath and get hot under the collar. Today was no different and I started to dribble. ‘try again’ she said. This time when I clicked on the link it stayed open just long enough to see that it was a video that said ‘No’. I asked if I had offered enough, Mistress resent the YouTube ‘No’ link. I asked Mistress how much I needed to pay. Mistress read my message (WhatsApp allows you to see when messages are read) and ignored me. I went to bed that night not knowing if I had annoyed Mistress or whether she was just letting me suffer before extracting what she would consider a reasonable payment for my fetish Internet access.

    The next morning Mistress sent me a message that informed me that she was going to ‘let me stew’ without Twitter access along with a photo of her looking happy and radiant.

    I sometimes think that Mistress must be the worst Findom in the world! After all she had just turned down a payment for Twitter access. It made me consider the fact that Mistress never actually forces me to buy anything for her, or give her money (despite the fact that she so easily could). In all honesty I do find it exciting when Mistress proves to me that she can make me do whatever she decides that I should do, but then I remind myself of the thousands of pounds that I have already spent on my servitude to her. She is of course a brilliant Findom. It is just not her style to ‘take’ and anyway it would be wrong for me to be able to simply buy my way out of Mistresses control.

    Oh dear! I wrote the somewhat tongue in cheek paragraph above on Wednesday and awoke this morning (Thursday) to find a message from Mistress saying ‘I need Vista b4 Tuesday for 2 xx’.I fear that Mistress might have read this blog and reacted. I have been on to her amazon gift list and looked for ‘Vista’ but to no avail. Isn’t there a brand of television called a Vista? and Mistress wants 2 of them??!! Hopefully it is all a coincidence.. I will have to wait until I hear from her later.

    Silly Me. I have just exchanged messages with Mistress. Vista was an autocorrect error and should have said something else. Phew!

    The other thing to note in this brief blog is the fact that Mistress allowed me to send her an email to let her know what I might like to happen at my next (long) session. This is a rare treat that always ends up badly for me. I suggest stuff that is far more extreme than I could ever cope with. I really should know better. Thank goodness Mistress knows me well enough to use such an email as a prompt rather than a script!

     

    And then the final thing that happened was that I paid up for a further year of sessions taking my enforced servitude (sessions, distance control and chastity) to the end of Dec 2018! ‘Oh dear’ yet again.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Getting it Wrong, All Week.

    Getting it wrong, for most of the week.

    I thought I would write this brief catch up because as with all our blogs it gives Mistress an insight into what’s going on in our submissive minds.

    Since my last wonderful visit to Mistress, I have been floating on a wave of submissive joy. Mistress has allowed me Twitter access for the last 2 weeks. Although being Mistress she didn’t tell me, I found out in an email from Slave Taquin about a week later. So, I have been enjoying my Twitter access and as it turns out other adult content on my phone and have been catching up with all the blogs on Mistress’s website. Everything has been going swimmingly until I went away for a couple of days last week and as always turn everything off in my man cave/office.

    On my return, I stupidly decided to leave Mistress’s spy camera switched off. There was a genuine reason for this but I foolishly didn’t ask Mistress’s permission to do it. On Sunday (so now 2 days with the camera off) Mistress sends me a message telling me what I already knew that the camera was off. I switched it on about an hour later and informed Mistress why it had been off but this was after the event and not before. A tweet by Mistress made it abundantly clear this was unacceptable.

    The following day I sent Mistress my usual morning message apologising for the camera incident and Mistress was (as always) very understanding on the reasons why and was happy to let it pass this time. This is where something came over me. I don’t know if it was my wonderful feeling of submission or just plain stupidity but my reply was that I didn’t think she should let it pass. Now one thing I have learned (although not on this particular day) is never question Mistress or her decisions. I knew that Mistress had a busy day so didn’t expect a reply but what did dawn on me during the day was that it was a stupid thing to do. Later that day Mistress messaged me and said that she had considered my message during her busy day. I won’t go into the ins and outs but let’s just say the I should have just thanked Mistress for her leniency and not tell her what I should and shouldn’t be allowed to get away with. I have a punishment coming, what that is I have no idea but whatever it is it is duly deserved.
    I, as one of Mistress’s longest-serving pets, should know better. I should have asked permission in the first place and kept my mouth shut when I was granted leniency. Lesson learned.

    I contacted Slave Taquin because he had been doing a DIY job for Mistress on Tuesday (I’m sure you will read about it in his blog) and asked him if Mistress was spitting feathers over the incident. Luckily, she hadn’t although Mistress did point out to him that a punishment would be forthcoming and he also felt that it would be appropriate. He was also kind enough to send me the following bullet points from past email conversations between us….

    Do I wish Mistress was less understanding? Sometimes yes, her tweet certainly made me gulp even though I knew it was ok. (This was regarding the camera being turned off)
    I do sometimes wish for a situation that I am pleading with all my heart and still get a cursory and dismissive ‘No’ from Mistress!
    Blackmail really turns me on so I fully understand your mixed feelings about being in deep poo!
    I do crave the harshness and fear and then have a wobble about it!!

    I was very amused that Taquin also kindly said he would happily tweet them just in case Mistress may have missed them as she has access to both our respective email accounts. We also discussed the fact that whilst are interests at the HOD are at different ends of the fetish spectrum, our distance control interests, however, are very similar.
    My messages from Mistress for the rest of the Tuesday were slightly lighter but I know she won’t forget about this.

    On Wednesday, I didn’t sleep very well and awoke late and gingerly messaged Mistress to wish her a nice day. Mistress breezily replied to my message saying that she was enjoying a relaxed working day after very busy few days. Mistress was in-fact in a very good mood and was overjoyed by the DIY job Taquin had done for her the day previously. I also thanked Mistress for the set of tweets she had posted the night before thanking her pets for doing so much for her. I am honoured to be one of Mistress’s pets and truly adore her and will do anything within my abilities to help her out.

    Later in the day around lunchtime, I am sitting on the sofa when I hear a voice which makes me think I am starting to imagine things. Luckily, I don’t have voices in my head, oh no much worse than that. I discover that Mistress can talk to me through the security camera. It was a joy to chat with a very cheery Mistress albeit with satellite delay and once again caught me completely off guard. Mistress ended by saying she would be installing Grammarly on my pc later to ensure my future blogs would be error free. I am always grateful that Mistress spends her valuable time adding (or removing) things from my pc and phone to help her control me and in return make me feel more controlled, horny and submissive to her.
    Around an hour later I was on my pc when suddenly Mistress bursts in. We have a nice chat via notepad and then Mistress starts doing what she needs to do. Unusually Mistress allows me to watch her in action albeit with the mouse and keyboard locked. Unfortunately, Grammarly turns out to be a no go. Mistress informs me she will continue to check it her end and all errors will be noted. The conversation then turns to reinstalling Qustodio. Mistress installed this back in January when I wasn’t in a very submissive state. This time I was very keen for Mistress to install it. This is because by having Qustodio installed it takes less time for Mistress (who only has to sign into one account) to allow or deny her pets various accesses at her particular whim. If I had Qustodio installed on my pc I would have had fetish access for the last 2 weeks. Because Windows family was my parental control I didn’t have any because it’s extra faf for Mistress. By having Qustodio I was also allowed the Firefox browser back. So far apart from the almost immediate removal of adult access, everything is working well.

    On Thursday, I message Mistress to wish her a nice day. Mistress informs me she has a very long busy day. This turns out to be not too busy to remove all my adult internet access. At least I still have the joy of Twitter. I thank Mistress for my brief pc access and expect to hear nothing more from her today. Very kindly later in the day Mistress sent me a lovely picture of herself in a very fetching leather bra and trousers. This led me to reply that it was very lovely of her to share such a picture although it was not helping my current tease-able submissive state. I felt horny as hell for the rest of the day added to by Mistress then sending me a gif of her fondling her leather bra encased Deelights.
    It reminded me of another conversation that I had with Slave Taquin about our HOD interests. He hates pain where I really enjoy it, nothing turns me on more than being in severe pain and agony. However, I have a great admiration that he can endure a session of being teased by Mistress and her fabulous womanly gifts. I try my hardest to see Mistress as a giver of pain and punishment and not focus too much on how very hot, sexy and attractive she is.

    Friday arrives and I know Mistress has got another working hat on today so I wish her a very successful day and once again make a security camera-related mistake. I inform Mistress that it will be off this evening due to someone staying. Twice in one week, I have failed and Mistress’s reply left in no doubt of that. I apologised, rewrote and resent the message again. The outcome as I write this is awaited……
    After a wait of several hours. I am pleased to announce that my much more subservient, begging for permission message was duly replied too. The short message that Mistress sent not only gave me permission but also left me feeling suitably put in my place. I thanked Mistress for her reply and although it wasn’t my intention to get it so wrong her message today left me in no doubt how much I love being her slave.
    This has also reminded me how much I need and craves Mistress in my life but it needs to be on her terms, not mine!!


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Session Report – Life Lessons

    Life lessons.

    My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight comes a painfully long 6 weeks after the mind-blowing, mind numbing, self-facial, E-stim pebble induced orgasm. Which will forever leave a stamp on my sordid mind.

    Mistress a few weeks before had set out her plans for the session and what I needed to bring with me. As always with Mistress I get the bare basics. What happens on the day is always decided by Mistress. I knew that it would involve Mistress wielding her cane and that she wished to make a couple of clips with me dressed as my alter ego Sissy Hypnobot (subject to her hypnotic programming being successful).

    The day finally arrives and Mistress requests we start the session an hour later than planned at midday. I also receive a good luck email from Slave Taquin which was very lovely of him. As always, the clock ticks around slowly and I get myself ready. I am instructed today to wear my steel chastity belt to the session. I have never worn this out under clothes before and it’s also very cumbersome and uncomfortable but as we know Mistress knows best. I put it on lock it up and then adjust myself to try and get it to not pinch too much. I load the car and then gingerly sit in the driver’s seat. After more adjustment, I feel able to drive safely, with reasonable comfort and I set off. I arrive slightly early as always and wait a few streets away for the clock to slowly tick around to midday.

    As midday approaches I get an unexpected phone call from Mistress to inform me she is not quite ready and gives me my instructions. Which are to let myself in, go straight upstairs and dress in my SHB suit and await Mistress in the dungeon on the new soft kneeling mat (Mistress is very kind to us). After that Mistress informs me that I am to iron and starch her shirt. I inform Mistress that I have never ironed anything in my life and Mistress is shocked at such a revelation and tells me that it will be a good life lesson and that all good sissies should be able to carry out all domestic duties for their Mistress.

    Mistress hangs up and I collect my clothes and other offerings from the car and head to the front door, announce my arrival and then begin to bumble about for the next few minutes. Mistress acknowledges this by placing her phone through the slightly open door and its playing Bamboleo by the Gipsy Kings which sets the scene perfectly. ‘Sing along Mousey’ says Mistress as I bumble about doing what I need to do with Mistress’s very creased shirt hanging menacingly up in front of me. I finally get myself upstairs, change, return, kneel on the mat and await Mistress. Feeling wonderful dressed in my smart navy-blue skirt suit with the chastity belt not allowing Mistress’s property to fully enjoy the feeling. After a few minutes Mistress enters the room still dressed in normal clothes (but still looking fabulous) and inspects me kneeling in front her and instructs me to stand so she can inspect me further and gives me her approval. Now comes the test, can I iron Mistress’s shirt first time to a good standard? Mistress gives me the instructions on how she wants it done with the starch and leaves me to it. Just standing there dressed as a chastised smart sissy feels wonderful and remarkably on Mistress’s return it’s done and to her expected standard. I am then instructed to return to the kneeling mat and await the arrival of a strict suited Mistress. I kneel there with Mistress property trying to burst out of its steel tube (a subsequence of the hypnotic programming and nothing else honest). A few minutes later Mistress enters the room and looks the picture of power and elegance in her smart suit, beautifully ironed shirt (cheeky grin) and new blue silk tie. Mistress then informs me to stand and checks me over, adjusting my tie to her exacting standards and tells me to put on my shoes. In that usual way of me and my bumbling, whilst trying to put the second shoe on I lose my balance and almost crash to the ground.

    Once the shoes are on and I am upright, Mistress gets out her camera and tells me to recite my SHB mantra which is “I am a sissy Hypnobot. My duty is to serve, honour and obey my commander” I repeat this several times and once finished Mistress sends the video to a very expectant Hypnobot one. This may seem very odd but it is his approval that I seek the most. The smart immaculate presentation is his thing and to attain his standards as a usually scruffy mechanic is somewhat of an achievement and honour. Mistress has since informed me that HB1 was indeed pleased with what was presented to him.

    Next task was to shoot a video of Mistress for her strict smart suit fans. This was duly done and thank goodness for image stabiliser because I struggled to stand still in my heels. A good lesson to never take for granted Mistress stood in heels for hours! With that task complete (I’ve said it many times before watching Mistress do her pieces to camera unscripted is mesmerising) it was time to film another clip introducing Sissy Hypnobot. This again was difficult for me to stand completely still and I could feel myself swaying slightly.

    Once again, another brilliant piece to camera by Mistress informing the watchers of her power over her army of Hypnobot’s and drones. It was also great for me to stand there mindless with no thoughts whatsoever apart from listening for a command.

    With filming finished and me back in the room it was time to move on to a more familiar session for me. Mistress wielding her cane. I’m informed to go upstairs remove the SHB outfit (what a relief to get out of those heels) and return wearing just the steel chastity belt. With this done Mistress shoots a video of me wearing the belt for her only fans site (what better reason do you need than that to join?)

    Now for the fun bit. A very welcome caning from Mistress. Before the session Mistress had informed me that she would be drawing blood today and wouldn’t stop until she had. With my well-padded leathery backside, this is not an easy task for Mistress or me.

    All my caning is now done cold with no warm up. This is a testament to Mistress and her coaching to get me to be able to do take this. Mistress informs me that today it will be various canes in sets of 6.

    Mistress invites me to kneel on her whipping bench and because I am wearing the chastity belt it makes my bum cheeks more pronounced. Mistress decides that I don’t need strapping down today as I am a very willing victim. Mistress puts some music on a begins. Whack no fluffy start today and it leaves me breathless as always. I always struggle with the first 8. It seems that is how long it takes for my body and my head to adjust to the pain. I’m not saying the rest were easy but by stroke number eight I can start to cope better. With several sets of 6 completed Mistress changes cane and I am given more sets of 6. Mistress changing from 6 individual strokes to giving me 6 in quick succession. The six in quick succession becomes unbearable and then it’s over. Mistress then moves to the stingy whippy cane and even with a well-warmed bottom that thing hurts especially the 6 in a row. Mistress has been keeping count of how many sets I have been given and asks me how many it is several times over the period? Luckily, I got everyone correct. After around 20 sets of 6 Mistress with her laser-guided caning, accuracy produces the blood she is looking for and decides I can have another 2 sets of 6 just so the blood transfers onto the cane better. I would like to add as always in-between those 132 strokes there was some fun and laughing (I just can’t really remember what it was about). I must say being caned in the belt was a fun experience and it also meant I was safe from a post-orgasm caning.

    Once finished Mistress invites me to stand slowly and join her for a drink and a post-session chat. I am instructed to sit on the hard floor in front of Mistress’s throne so I can easily mop my blood up later and enjoy sitting on a freshly canned bottom. Mistress you are so kind and practical.

    As always, it’s lovely to have a chat about this and that with Mistress and as before I know it time is up. I clean the floor and the bench, go and redress. Return, put my stuff in the car, run an errand for Mistress and leave her to the rest of her busy day feeling just wonderful.

    I am always grateful to Mistress for our sessions but sometimes a session goes way beyond what you expect and even though I have written the above, I cannot put into words the emotional joy that this particular session brought me. I will quote Slave Taquin in a nice email he sent me enquiring after my session. “I also struggle to convey my emotions in words. There are very few readers who will ever be able to understand unless they are lucky enough to be one of Mistress’s slaves.” I think that sums it up perfectly.


  • Reasons to Visit #16 – Cleavage!

    You cannot resist the sight of my heaving breasts pushed up to perfection in lingerie or latex. You can’t take your eyes off my cleavage. Even though you know you should be looking down, you find yourself transfixed on the soft white flesh of my plump pillows.  The perfect resting place for your delicate little head! Come to mama! lol! Try to resist, I dare you.  Try to resist when you are tightly bound to whatever I decide to tie you to and I am towering over you with my curves pushed so close to your face.  You WILL DO ANYTHING! 

    You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.

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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 – Distance Control Journal – An Expensive Punishment

    I command complete honesty from my pets at all times, otherwise the relationships are pointless.  Slave Taquin decided to unburden himself with some interesting confessions this week which resulted in an expensive purchase to make up for it.  Of course, it wasn’t really a punishment because he enjoyed shopping for the lingerie I’d requested and he certainly enjoyed how I used it to weaken him.  With that in mind, and as always, I have taken notes and filed them away for the future when I decide that a real punishment is due.


    I have been a bad slave! Mistress had emerged from a period of illness and I had realised that I had been doing things that I have never done in all the time that I had been her slave.

    Through the Google app on my phone I had enjoyed free access to Twitter and all of the other internet pleasures during her absence. Google was the only way that I could access such things. All other apps had restrictions on them and my PC was locked down as tight as a drum. I was therefore pretty sure that I wasn’t meant to be on the fetish sites, but I went ahead anyway. Once I knew that Mistress was feeling better I had replied to one of her tweets in order to gauge whether or not my access was actually a kind concession from her whilst she was away. Her immediate question ‘what are you doing on Twitter slave?’ confirmed to me that it was not. I replied to her that I had believed that she had allowed my access. That was, as you know, a lie.
    I had stepped over a line and I was not happy about it. The problem was that I knew that, having taken that first step into disobedience (by accessing Twitter) I had taken another, and then another. I decided I had to confess. Below is the start of my email to Mistress:

    Dear Mistress
    I mentioned in a text this morning that I wanted to make a confession. I can assure you that I am not doing this as a result of any new found desire to be punished! It is just that one of the many joys of our relationship is that I have always been 100% honest with you. This morning when you asked about Twitter access I was not totally honest. I am sorry for that Mistress.
    I was pretty sure that you had not allowed me access to Twitter, or your website, or all the other joys that the internet has to offer. But a little while ago I found myself feeling a little down (and frankly a little bloody minded! Lol). I noticed that I could still access things like mobile Twitter through google. In the past I would have asked if I was allowed to. For the first time ever I decided to see if you would notice. And you didn’t. (It was a few days after this that I realised that you were not well. But it was too late by then).

    I then went on to confess two subsequent sins. Firstly that I had taken the opportunity to ‘follow’ a Findom on Twitter. She was someone who had frequently appeared when I did one of my favourite hashtag searches; #blackmail. Now, many very dangerous profiles appear when you do such a search. 95% are probably from the ‘fuck you pay me’ instadomme camp. But this particular Findom appeared to have perfected her craft and had long term pets totally under her control using her undoubted femdom skills supported by all that technology has to offer. Her style is tough and particularly strict and I would imagine her victims fear her and love her in equal measure. (Much as I do Mistress!). Mistress does allow me to follow other dommes but I would always ask her permission to do so. I continued my descent into the world of disobedience by sending the domme in question a small gift and telling her how much I enjoyed her twitter feed. I was very clear in my note that I was already owned by Miss Deelight and the domme in question was kind enough to reply to my note and was respectful of the fact that my only intention was to thank her.

    My second sin was to have enjoyed an exchange of emails with Princess on the subject of a forthcoming wrestling session she had planned. I had previously told her that I would be very happy for her to pick my slave brain if she ever wished to. Her forthcoming session was with someone who’s ‘needs’ appeared very similar to my own and she asked for my feedback on a couple of things. I have always enjoyed being able to help the young ladies who I have come to like who have dominated me over the years. It does give me pleasure to know that our relationships are more than just a financial transaction. I happily provided the feedback that she had asked for and thoroughly enjoyed the email exchange that ensued. Again it was all done with the mutual understanding that I am 100% the property of Miss Deelight. But I had not asked Mistresses permission to enter into such an exchange and so I knew that I had done wrong.
    I have really appreciated the reaction from Mistress. Yes she has told me that I have done wrong. But she has not tried to make me feel bad about it, or myself.
    (she did however publish the following warning to her slaves shortly after my misdemeanours became known: ‘Better watch out because when I’m out the other side of this I’m going to unleash hell and fury onto you all! No more soft Miss Deelight. It’s going to be ruthless bitch Deelight!)

    Her response has been to firstly to close any loopholes that existed in my phone access. And she has been totally successful in that. I now find that I am blocked from any use of the internet on my phone whatsoever. I have even tried one of my favourite tricks and downloaded other browsers such as bing and firefox only to find that they too are blocked. I have now given up trying to escape. I prefer it this way in all honesty. I don’t actually enjoy being a bad slave, it is just that I always have to try to escape to check that I can’t.
    And secondly Mistress has punished me, but in her own unique style. Mistress told me that I would be required to buy for her some expensive white lingerie. The twist was that I was required to research the possible options, and that I was to send them to her in order that she could choose what she liked the look of. Mistress was very clear that I was to provide pictures and internet links for each recommendation. Mistress was also very clear that the cost involved would be over and above any previous discussions or commitments made. The impact of receiving this punishment was instant and profound. It marked the beginning of several days of intense horniness, interrupted sleep and discomfort! The device really did its job over those days. I think I now begin to understand the appeal of Findom. The fact that Mistress could make me spend my money on her as a way of proving her power over me was a real turn on. As indeed was the act of choosing lingerie for her! I have never actually bought lingerie for anyone before. I found the whole process of trawling through all that the internet had to offer; looking for something that I felt might be good enough for Mistress, to be torturous in the extreme. The fact that I might be lucky enough to see her wearing what I was going to buy for her just made the whole thing so intense. After much time in front of my pc and much dribbling I sent Mistress my suggestions. Isn’t nice lingerie expensive! I knew that whichever option was chosen that my misdemeanours in Mistresses absence were going to set me back the best part of £200. Mistress quickly confirmed her choices together with the sizes that would be required to be ordered. I did as instructed, placed the orders and ensured that they were despatched directly to her gift address.

    Fast forward to yesterday at the House of Deelight. I had arrived as agreed at 9am armed with a cup of coffee for Mistress. Mistress was in her vanilla attire but looked stunning as always despite the relatively early start. I was secured to the bed upstairs and was told to stay quiet and keep my eyes shut. This was to be another ‘first’ for Taquin. Normally Mistress would secure me for an hour and leave me alone whilst preparing herself for my session and her day ahead; but not today. Mistress began to speak in soft reassuring tones. I listened as she took me step by slow step to a place of physical and mental peace and tranquillity. This wasn’t hypnosis (I am one of those people who doesn’t believe that he can ever be hypnotised) but it was a very effective approach to making me feel very calm and very relaxed. Once Mistress had ensured that every ounce of tension had left my body her next objective became clear. She told me that she was going to count down from 20 during which time her property would become harder and harder. Up until this point Mistresses property had remained as relaxed as the rest of my body. A moment of worry crossed my mind. It is very rare for Mistresses property to spring to life without some form of physical stimulation. Just for a moment I became self conscious and feared failure. But it was only momentary. Mistress said ’19, you may begin to think about what is going to happen to you in the next couple of hours’. And so I did, and so Mistresses property began to stir from its slumbers. And to my great surprise as Mistress counted down from 19 to zero I became more and more aroused by the time she had got to 10 I was rock hard and desperate for her touch. Mistress didn’t have to place any erotic thoughts in my mind. All that she did was to count down in that wonderful soft, commanding, and controlled voice of hers whilst giving me permission to become aroused and congratulating me as I did. By the time Mistress reached zero I was as horny as hell. Happy in her work Mistress told me that she was now going to leave me and that I was to keep my eyes shut until she told me that I was allowed to open them on her return. And so that is how I stayed for the next 40 minutes; secured to the bed, eyes closed and body relaxed but with Mistresses property hard and dribbling and desperate for her return.

    Mistress re-entered the room and mocked her dribbling property. Mistress so clearly understands, and seems to relish, the effect that she has on me. It is one of the things that makes me feel so helpless around her. All it takes is a word, a look or a momentary touch and I am lost. I was told that I could open my eyes. I was met with the sight of Mistress looking lovely wrapped as she was in a light coloured robe with a material belt holding it closed. She went to the drawers at the foot of the bed and retrieved some silk scarves. One by one she released my wrists and ankles from the restraints that had been applied for the previous hour and replaced them with a silk scarf that was then tied to the bed head or the foot of the bed. And it felt magically sensual as each was applied. Mistress allowed each scarf to caress her property as she tied me to the bed. The feeling as a scarf was placed around each limb and drawn tight was divine. And when Mistress needed to secure the wrist and ankle on the far side of the bed she had to reach across me allowing her body to lightly touch my own as she did it. I gasped at the slightest touch. Once secured Mistress walked to the bottom of the bed and admired her work. She removed her robe and to my absolute joy revealed the fact that she was wearing the white lacy lingerie that I had been made to buy for her. And it was absolutely divine! It fitted perfectly and was so, so feminine and so, so hot! Mistress took two more scarves from the drawer and climbed onto the bed placing one leg either side of my chest. I looked up and realised that I really was in heaven. Mistress took one scarf and used it to gag me. She then looked over her shoulder and used one hand to allow the remaining scarf to gently touch her property and my thighs whilst using her other hand to provide the gentlest of touches to my nipples. By now my head was swimming in a sea of pleasure. For the next hour or so Mistress teased and tormented me with her body and the scarf. She took great pleasure in telling me of what she was capable of doing to me and how weak I was in comparison to her. And she is absolutely correct. I was a total whimpering mess. And it felt so good. Mistress also took great pleasure in telling me that up until that point she hadn’t actually taken hold of her property. She had just used words, visions, thoughts, and the gentlest of touches from a silk scarf and I was in bits. When Mistress did eventually wrap the scarf around her property and take hold of it I was on the very edge of orgasm (I had been there for some time). Mistress edged me mercilessly for a little while until I was begging her to allow me to cum. I was terrified of being taken over the edge and cumming without permission. Eventually Mistress gave me her permission and with the immense relief of a slave who had been taken to breaking point I let go. And it was huge and intense! Mistress continued to work away on her property as I orgasmed uncontrollably. I didn’t know if what I was experiencing was pleasure or pain, I just knew that I had more to cum. In the end it most certainly became post orgasm torture. I writhed unable to escape her grip as Mistress continued to work on her, now hyper sensitive, property. Eventually Mistress stopped, and in a moment of intense silence I began to come to my senses. I felt satisfied, elated and exhausted. Thank you Mistress.


  • Slave Taquin – Session Blog – Phenomenal!

    The title of this blog from Slave Taquin, really does say it all! It sums me up in one word and that is all I need to say on the matter.  Read on!


    I started this week badly. I sent Mistress a short text that told her that I was going to be late sending her my blog for the previous week.

    It is not my place to ‘tell’ Mistress anything!

    I received a text back from Mistress demanding to know why I was sending her a morning text like that and why my blog was not going to be with her until later in the day. I apologised profusely and explained that I suspected that I had been getting far too comfortable in my position as her long term slave. I tend to use the writing of my blog as a safety valve if Mistress has really got to me in some way. It had been a pleasantly relaxed week by comparison to many and so I just hadn’t got round to it. I know that this really isn’t the right attitude for a good slave but I had become complacent. We exchanged texts on the subject and then Mistress left me alone to write my blog.

    My morning texts with Mistress on Monday were all about setting up my next session. And it was going to be soon. Now that really did get me going. And then everything on my phone went dark! I think the only things that I could do was to make phone calls and use the calculator. I suspected that I was being punished for the day before.

    The next morning I found that I could text again (but nothing else had been allowed). I sent my morning text and confirmed what Mistress would already have known. Her actions had resulted in an uncomfortably horny night. Mistress mocked me by return: ‘Ahhhhh one press of a button and I’m back on your mind ‘ And of course she is right. That is all it takes now. But Mistress is the only person who could have this instant effect on me. Yes I become too comfortable in this existence during the times that Mistress chooses to devote her attention to other more important matters, but she has conditioned me to the point now where she can restore my mind to its rightful place with the simplest of actions.

    I was a happy slave that morning especially as the last pieces in my vanilla plans had come together to allow my session to take place in less than a week’s time. I sent a text to Mistress confirming both things. There then ensued a series of texts that turned my happiness to despair. After some confusion we discovered that Mistress had sent two texts that had never actually arrived in my text stream from her. They were both about the date of my session. It now seemed likely that we would have to postpone, as I had arranged vanilla activities on the date she had suggested in the missing texts’. I did my best to put a brave face on it in my communications to Mistress, but inside I was so disappointed.

    I awoke the next morning to a text from Mistress informing me that she would see me at the HOD at 6am on Sunday morning. 6am! That is absolutely fine with me. I would be happy to spend time with my Mistress whenever or wherever she chooses. But it seemed totally unreasonable to think that she should put herself through that. I told her precisely that and told her that I felt that we should postpone my session. But she insisted. What a wonderful Mistress!

    It was around midday on Wednesday that I got a worrying couple of communications from Mistress. The first was a text that asked if I had removed Qustodio from my phone and the second was a Twitter message that demanded to know what I was doing on Twitter (I had replied to one of her tweets). I found myself humming the tune to ‘There may be trouble ahead’ as I considered how best to reply. The truth of the matter was that I had found it impossible to remove Qustodio from my phone (and so I was innocent of that felony) but I had most certainly been accessing Twitter and indeed Mistresses website. I had found that I had got access to both from the moment that Mistress had allowed me back on my phone the day before. I thought that it had been intentional and so had enjoyed the access whilst it was available to me. I explained all of this to Mistress and thankfully she accepted my explanations. I suspect that whatever the problem is with Qustodio will be resolved by Mistress on Sunday, following which her grip will tighten once again.

    Today Sunday….
    It was at 4.46am this morning that my phone pinged to let me know that I had received a text from Mistress. It was a series of emoji’s; Yawns, zzz’s and tears. Up until that moment I had been working on early morning autopilot. All of a sudden things became very real and very imminent. My 6am Sunday morning session really was going to happen!
    As I continued to prepare myself for my journey to Newport I thought back to an unusual exchange of texts that had taken place a couple of days earlier. Mistress had asked if I had any special requests for this morning’s session. In the early days Mistress had sometimes asked, or more often ‘extracted’, my wonderfully twisted thoughts and desires. But not anymore. Once she had got to know me and had worked out how to get to me she took total control. As a result Mistress had made sure that I would never have any idea of what might happen in any sessions. And yet this week she had asked for my input. I was slightly concerned as I wrote some ideas for my session. Was I falling into some sort of trap?

    I entered the HOD at 6am armed with a Skinny vanilla late with sugar free vanilla for Mistress. I was greeted by a Mistress who was looking lovely but I suspected feeling just a little short of sleep. I thanked her for being willing to see me at such an unearthly hour. I was instructed to undress in the bathroom and then to return to the dungeon, place anything that I had brought for Mistress on the whipping bench and then to sit on the wooden chair that had been placed in the middle of the room. I did as instructed and then waited for Mistress to enter the room. I thought about the things that I had asked to happen during the session and wondered if any of them actually would. One request that I had made now troubled me. In the bravado of suggesting session activities I had mentioned that I had not experienced ‘electrics’ for some time. I was now regretting having mentioned it at all! It is true that some of my most intense, memorable and enjoyable sessions have involved electrics, but it is something that I wouldn’t normally have been brave enough to suggest. What had I been thinking!

    Mistress entered the dungeon and took the wooden manacles that I had made for her off the hooks on the walls. She secured my wrists together in front of me and then my ankles. Mistress then went about using rope to bind me firmly to the chair. It was a glorious feeling, particular at those times when she reached around my body and moved her body close to mine. Bliss. Within a few minutes I was totally immobilised and at her mercy. Mistress looked at the items that I had laid out on the whipping bench and asked ‘what is the money for slave?’ Mistress knew that it wasn’t in payment for the session. (She had previously taken all of the money due to her for sessions, chastity and distance control for the whole of 2017). I replied that it was for her birthday present. Mistresses birthday isn’t actually until the end of May but I was conscious that it might not be possible for me to see her again before then and so I wanted to give her the money for it today. Mistress was very pleased as we both knew precisely how it was going to be spent. Next Mistress unlocked my key safe with the code that only she knows. She took from it a Viagra, popped it on my tongue, squirted water in my mouth and told me to swallow. I did as instructed and thought to myself ‘there is no going back now’. This was on my wish list, but it was an addition to my session that we had never previously tried. It made me both excited and apprehensive. Mistress has the ability to work me up into an uncontrollable frenzy at any time. My only problem has been that as soon as she stopped I would very quickly shrivel again. It was often as she brought things back to life again that would result in me cumming without permission, which inevitably resulted in a ruin. I had hoped that a Viagra would overcome this. My worry today however was that it could result in Mistress being able to tease me and edge me to a point where I could no longer cope. As it turned out I was absolutely right to worry!

    Next Mistress removed the padlock from my chastity device and slid off the cage. Her property was free for the first time since I had last visited the HOD. Mistress then picked up the 3rd and last item that I had left on the whipping bench for her. It was my phone. She went into Qustodio and using the password that only she knows she reset everything to where it should be. And whilst she did this I noticed a surprisingly enthusiast sensation in Mistresses property. I looked down to find that it had started to swell in appreciation of the controls that it knew Mistress was imposing through my phone. The Viagra was obviously working even better than I had anticipated. This was even more evident when Mistress told me that she had imposed strict controls using Qustodio and that she had something new to load onto my phone. As she tapped away on my phone and as I felt her grip tighten on my life her property grew harder and harder. So much so in fact that I had to ask Mistress to turn the stainless steel ring that sits behind my balls (that Mistress had left in place) a little as the post to which the cage would normally be attached was digging into the base of her property. Mistress grinned as she turned the ring a little and told me that my balls had swollen so much that she would need lube to remove the ring. Mistress walked into the lounge declaring that she was now going to have her breakfast. Leaving me alone in the dungeon with a cock that was throbbing far more than normal.

    A further 30 minutes passed before Mistress decided that it was time for my session proper to commence. She had been upstairs and had returned having changed into a lacy black top that framed the edges of a beautiful black bra together with black leather shorts. Mistress looked absolutely stunning! It took me a couple of moments to notice what she was carrying. In her left hand was the metal case containing the electrics paraphernalia and in her right hand was a gag. Oh dear! I am pretty sure that Mistress could see the fear in my eyes as she put them both onto the whipping bench. Thankfully her next action was to pick up her phone in order that she could review my session requests. She said: ‘Viagra tick, Electrics tick, Bra tick, Silk scarf – ah, I knew that I had forgotten something’. With which Mistress went back upstairs only to return a moment later with a pretty red silk scarf.

    Mistress put a pair of rubber gloves on, put some lube on them and commenced to smooth it in around the chastity device ring that was still in place behind my balls. By this time my balls had grown to such a size that it took some real effort by Mistress, and some real pain for me, before it was able to be removed. It did eventually come off and as the pain subsided I opened my eyes to see that Mistress had picked up the silk scarf. She waited a moment longer before very very gently allowing the scarf to caress the top of her property.
    What followed next was a full hour of the most divine, intense, phenomenal, teasing that I have ever experienced. Seriously, EVER experienced. I gasped, I whimpered, (I even snorted at one point to Mistresses great amusement). My body shook uncontrollably and I was rendered close to tears. And yet Mistress went on and on. All the time whilst using the silk scarf and her wonderful hands to drive me insane she spoke to me. She filled my mind with thoughts and images of things to come and I found myself living through the present and the potential future as she drove me totally nuts. And then finally, when Mistress decided that the time was right, she turned on the large vibrator and placed its head at the point where the base of her property joins my body and covered the end of her property with the silk scarf and held it in place with her other hand. The intense vibrations reverberated around my genitals until, within no more than 10 seconds, I was asking Mistress if I was allowed to cum. Mistress said ‘yes slave you may cum’. The fear of an imminent ruin was replaced by the ecstasy of knowing that I was allowed to let go. And I did. And it just went on and on. Not with the discomfort that I had sometimes experienced recently at the time of release but just with huge, mind blowing pleasure. It was so intense but in all the right ways.

    Mistress just looked at me as I recovered watching me drifting in and out of the euphoria of the moment. It was that good.
    And as for the electrics and the gag? Thankfully neither were ever used!
    Sitting here writing this just 4 hours later I am wondering what made today so special. Of course the most important answer to that is that it was Mistress who made it so special but in addition to that it was the other elements that fell into place on the day. The Viagra was a success. It made me feel good, gave me confidence, and I suspect made the orgasm itself more pleasurable. I love the sensation of the silk scarf. That was a huge turn on for me. Mistress painted some pictures in my mind about what else she might do with silk scarves in the future. Yes please Mistress! And, as always, the phone control element got to me. The knowledge that Mistress can so easily control my access to everything that relies on technology, and therefore me, when I am away from the HOD really stuck in my mind.
    And so I have to say ‘Thank you Mistress’. For everything, but in particular for being willing to drag yourself out of bed at 4am on a Sunday morning to give so much pleasure to your adoring slave. You are amazing! x




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  • HYPNOBOT ASHTRAY – COMMANDER SMOKING SOBRANIE – New Clip!!

    For the purpose of today’s demonstration with my Hypn0tised human robot, I have decided on a more relaxed appearance in a stunning Reese gray suit with a sleek bobbed hair cut.  I have deliberately painted Chanel red glossy lips.  I am going to enjoy a sobranie cocktail cigarette because I know how much you mindless drones love to watch me smoke.  With your minds cleared and your memories wiped you will not be able to remember seeing me do this so you better make the most of it while you still have control over your own mind

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  • Reasons to Visit #13 – Knowledge is Power!

    Whether you visit me online or in person, any interaction we have will help me to reap a wealth of information that will grow over time.  Things you think I have forgotten will be lodged in my memory ready to be plucked out in the future to use against you for whatever reason I see fit.  That might be a surprise in your session or it might be a further way to lure you in.  The more I learn the harder it becomes for you to escape your addiction to me.

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  • In-case You Missed It – New Haircut!

    That’s right slaves, those of you who don’t follow me on twitter (you should, by the way! @miss_deelight) will probably not have seen my fab new hair cut.  Yes the longer has gone as I’ve opted for a short cut to rid myself of all the dead bleached hair.  Not only has my hair been cut short but now it reveals much more of my natural hair colour – Strawberry Blonde.  Now I’m even sexier (is that even possible) and still as dominant as ever.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Learning the Hard Way

    Sometimes, a Mistress has to step back and allow her slave to experiment with his fantasies for himself.  It had already been discussed that I would not be able to provide Slave Taquin with the wrestling fantasy that he had in his head, however now it seems that I absolutely will.  Slave Taquin did have to learn the hard way though!


    This week was ‘session week’. And how I felt like I needed it! For various reasons my usual session frequency of once every 4 weeks had turned into an 8 week gap. I was desperate for an orgasm, locked as I was in a chastity device, but most of all I knew that I needed something else that only Mistress can properly provide. I desperately needed her control.
    Mistress always uses sessions to ‘top up’ my understanding of the control that she holds over me. They are an opportunity to be praised or to be punished but whatever happens I leave knowing that I am owned by Miss Deelight. As already stated it was now 8 weeks since my last ‘top up’. In addition to this the extent of the distance control that I had experienced had reduced. I think that this was partly due to the fact that Mistress knew that I had a major work project to complete. It felt like she had taken a step back from inflicting the tasks and torments that she would often subject me to in order to allow me the space to get my work done. But my feeling of a lack of control also resulted from me having messed up my phone. As we all know I do have to try to escape. Mistress had locked down my phone several weeks earlier and blocked me from accessing all ‘fun’ sites, with the exception of her Facebook group. To cut a long story short I had somehow broken free. This left me in the horrible position of knowing that I could look at stuff but desperately trying to resist the temptations. And in that same process I had also messed up my Facebook account and so I had to exit the slave group on there.
    That is the back story to why I really needed my session this week. But I didn’t just have 2 and a half hours with Mistress to look forward to on the Saturday. I had also been given permission to have another wrestling session with Princess for an hour beforehand. Saturday was all set to be a brilliant day!
    My week started as most do with me submitting my blog and hoping that Mistress thinks it worthy of publishing. We exchanged emails on the subject of my Facebook account in particular. Mistress tried to help me sort it out in order that I was able to rejoin the group, but it didn’t quite work

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    Mistress had a much needed day off on the Monday. For my part I decided to exchange emails with Princess about our forthcoming session. I had enjoyed my first session with her very much but we both wanted to discuss how the second session could be even better. The major theme was the fact that I am a wimp who can’t deal with pain and that I wanted her to take it easy on me! To an experienced wrestler whose primary mission is to hurt her opponent and make him or her tap out (submit), this provided much opportunity for mirth at my expense.
    On Tuesday I woke feeling particularly flat. I told Mistress that I feared that I had become vanilla. She mocked me and told me that was never going to happen.
    On Wednesday I confessed how easy it was for me to now access Mistresses website through my phone. I went on to tell her that I thought that the only solution would be for her to take a look at my phone during my session on the Saturday. Her response shook me. It was ‘I think that’s a great idea, once I’ve punished you’. It created a response that still surprises me. I became instantly, intensely Horny! The last thing I want is to be punished and yet Mistresses property behaves in a way that proves that I have absolutely no understanding of its needs. I back pedaled like mad. I was after all only guilty of owning up to my freedoms.
    Thursday and Friday were taken up with discussions about Mistresses new puppy and some gentle teasing about my session to come on the Saturday.
    And so session day arrived and I sent my morning messages to confirm that I was fit and well and looking forward to my sessions, one to Mistress and one to Princess. Mistress responded that she wasn’t going to session with me today as ‘she couldn’t be arsed’. Luckily for me it was only a moment later that she said ‘only joking’.
    I made my way to Newport and to my second ever bout with Princess. I thoroughly enjoyed it, in particular because she had taken on board the fact that she could still ‘win’ whilst using less force. Of course I can never gain ‘full satisfaction’ from such a meeting as I am locked in chastity throughout. By the end of the session I was exhausted and through no fault of Princess I had somehow ‘cricked’ my neck. I left however with a smile on my face and very much looking forward to the main reason for my visit to Newport, a session with my Mistress.
    I got into my car and drove the short distance to the HOD. I only had 20 minutes to wait until I was due to see Mistress but in that time I had ‘come down’ following my wrestling and worse still my neck had really started to trouble me. By the time I walked into the HOD I imagine that I must have looked like a bit of a wreck. Mistress sat me down in the lounge and chatted for a while. I am sure that she could tell that I wasn’t in the best shape to start a session. After a little while Mistress ordered me to go upstairs, undress and lay on the bed. Soon afterwards she entered the room, strapped me to the bed, put a pillow under my head, removed my chastity device, blindfolded me and left me to consider my position for the next hour. In normal circumstances this would allow to start to drift into sub space. But I had already been in subspace whilst pinned down on the wrestling mats. The only drifting I was going to do today was into sleep that was rudely interrupted from time to time by the pain in my neck.
    It was only at the end of my hour when things began to perk up a bit. Mistress called up the stairs and told me that she had sorted out my phone and that it was now like Fort Knox. The thought that Mistress had taken the opportunity to reinstate one of her ways of controlling me whilst I laid helplessly strapped to her bed brought her property bouncing back to life. This was reinforced by the knowledge that she was about to enter the room and that my session proper was about to start.
    Mistress came back into the room and commented correctly on how pleased her property was to see her. I still couldn’t see her properly as I was blindfolded. But I could see enough under the bottom of the blindfold to know that Mistress was dressed in black and stood in front of the mirror admiring her curves. She walked over to the bed, released my bindings, made me sit up and removed the blindfold. And there she was. I could see Mistress properly for the first time. She was wearing black boots with fabulous heels, a black lycra bodysuit and a black corset. Mistresses’ figure currently boasts some sumptuous new curves having regained a little weight following her marathon running shape last year. And it suits her. So sexy!
    Mistress made me stand in front of her whilst she secured my wrists behind my back and then proceeded to do one of my favourite things. She got a length of cord and tied my balls up. There is something about the way she pushes everything into shape before winding a cord around and around that gets me going every time. Best of all though is the moment that she forms a knot and draws it tighter and tighter. Bliss. Mistress attached a dog lead to the bindings and led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the dungeon. And that is where I am going to stop telling the tale of my session on Saturday. Things just didn’t work out as either of us would have wanted. My neck hurt so much that it prevented Mistress being able to do anything with me and my brain could not get into the right zone as a result. Also the effect of the physical exhaustion following my wrestling and the coming down after it actually just messed things up rather than improving them. In the end Mistress ordered me into the cage, teased me with her wonderful curvy backside and then treated me to a lovely orgasm.
    I went upstairs and had a shower before returning to Mistress to be locked back into the chastity device. And even that didn’t go to plan! I realised that a modification that I had done to stop me accidentally slipping out of it had come undone and that I would have to do some work on it in my workshop before being able to put it back on and feel secure. Mistress kindly agreed that I should do that. She locked my spare key into the key safe and gave me the open padlock to be attached once the modifications had been completed. (I am now locked again as I write this and the photographic evidence has been sent to Mistress).
    Yesterday Mistress and I exchanged emails and agreed that this week’s session was just a hiccup. It was a good word for it. I have not descended into a pit of despair and self-pity. I am disappointed that the day didn’t go as well as either of us would have liked and have learnt a lesson. I think that having a wrestling session before a HOD session was a mistake. Not just because of the risk of injury to my poor inflexible body but because I should always arrive at the HOD fresh and feeling ready for whatever is about to happen. It is a dilemma for me however. I did enjoy my wrestling session and really appreciated the care that Princess took (the neck thing was due to my ageing body as much as anything). I might ask Mistress if she will allow me to wrestle again at some time when I am not due at the HOD on the same day. I will have to think on that.
    Mistress and I have started to communicate about my next session already. Oh, and my phone….
    I have tried and tried. But I really can’t break free. I think that its ‘ownership’ has fully returned to Mistress now. It does leave me feeling exposed, helpless and vulnerable. Just the way I like to feel!


  • Reasons to Visit #12 – I’ll Take Your Breath Away

    Whether it be with my killer looks, my killer heels, my killer ass or my killer cleavage to name a few of my Deelights; and whether it be in the literal or metaphorical sense, you are guaranteed to leave the House of Deelight feeling fuzzy and lightheaded.


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  • 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 Taquin – Distance Control Journal – A Game of Two Halves

    I know that my slave enjoys trying to escape and I know that he enjoys feeling the weight of my control and thus I always enjoy giving exactly that too him, the full weight of my control with the option to try to escape.  And in the result of an escape, blackmail will be used so as to ensure that it doesn’t happen again while I figure out a way to lock that particular door!


    This has been a decidedly unusual week for me. As a great football pundit once put it, it was definitely ‘a game of two halves’.
    First Half

    Once I had wished Mistress a happy mummies day I had to get on with my own family day. I knew that the following day was session day at the HOD for me (the first in 6 weeks). It was also going to be the day when I finally got to meet Princess on the wrestling mats for the first time. I should have been ‘beside myself’ with nervous anticipation for such a monumental day. But I wasn’t really. I knew that Mistress had been terribly unwell with a cough. I suspected that it was the same cough that had been doing the rounds for the last few weeks. (Indeed I had had to cancel out of the session with Mistress originally planned for two weeks earlier because of it). As we all know I worry about Mistress when she is not well. Even if she tries to tease or torment me during such times it never really gets to me. It came as no surprise therefore that she finally had to give in to her illness and tell me that she was going to be unable to see me on the Monday. It came as no surprise, but was still a huge disappointment. And so it should be. I love to spend time with Mistress at the HOD regardless of what pain or pleasure she has in store for me. It is special time for me. Mistress was hugely apologetic about it but I knew that there was nothing to be done. I reminded her of the fact that only two weeks earlier I had to cancel out for precisely the same reason. It did however put a different slant on the plans for my return to the wrestling mats for the first time in several years. Heading directly from my wrestling session to see Mistress would make the experience complete. It wouldn’t be the same at all without it. But I knew that Princess had sacrificed other work to session with me on the Monday and it would have been wrong for me to cancel out of my first ever session with her at such short notice. Mistress agreed that I should carry on regardless.

    And so on Monday morning I found myself knocking at the door of a property not that far from the HOD to wrestle with Princess. I have no intention of going into any great detail about what happened next. This is a blog about my experiences at the hands of Miss Deelight. All I will say is that Princess is young, attractive, fun company and far tougher than her exterior suggests! I left just an hour later suitably battered and stretched having been taken to pieces on the mats. What fun! Of course I then had to get back into my car and drive home again thinking of what could have followed.

    Mistress and I exchanged several texts that evening on my experiences with Princess and with discussions about a future session date. My challenge was that I knew that work commitments would keep me away for the HOD for at least another two weeks and so it all left me feeling a bit down.

    Second half

    I could tell that Mistress was starting to feel better when she started asking about my access to websites on my new phone. I had owned up in last week’s blog that I was still able to view virtually all websites. Mistress wanted to know if that was still the case.
    What followed were a couple of days where Mistress installed more software onto my phone and I tried to wriggle free as I always will. (I think parental controls software companies should employ me to try to break their software for them. I am quite good at it). In the end Mistress loaded up both Netsanity and Qustodoio on my phone and my fetish world went dark. That was until I discovered a way to disable one of them for just long enough to get a glimpse of what was going on before it came back on again. I told Mistress. I imagine that by then she must have felt like strangling me! I sensed her frustration and backed off.
    Two things then happened. One was that she told me that I was never ever to disable it again PERIOD! And the second was to completely block any use of my phone or my PC for a few hours that evening. Both devices were effectively blank screens. It scared the life out of me! The only option left to me on my phone was ‘emergency calls’. I wondered how my call might be redirected if I dialled 999 and explained my plight. I suspect I would have ended up talking to a caring voice at Childline. Both actions were effective. I am a simple slave. I genuinely find it difficult to deal with any element of ambiguity. It makes me really uncomfortable in all spheres of life. Mistress had been very clear in both her instruction to me and in her illustration of what she could do if I stepped out of line. It was what I needed. It was at this point that Mistress sent me the ‘killer’ text. There is always at least one that stays in my mind for far too long for it to be healthy for me. This week it was:
    ‘I’m so good at this! You’re lucky that today was just a teaser. Wait till I really start fucking with you. You think you’re dependent on me now? Lol’
    At one point during the week I decided to buy Mistress a gift from her wish list. I really wanted to do something to distract her from her illness and to cheer her up a bit. She told me that I had achieved my objective that was nice.

    But the best bit about the second half of the week was that Mistress gave me a treat. It was of the sort that might only happen once or twice a year. One morning she told me that I was allowed to play with her property. I wasn’t really sure what she meant by this, locked away as it is in the chastity device. There is a little access available through the bars but any resultant growth is cruelly constrained by the device. I thanked Mistress for the opportunity and enquired if I might be given the code to remove the device. Her response really surprised me. She said ‘the code is on your phone. It has been there since I locked you up at the end of your last session with me’. My problem was that I had changed phones since my last session. I had transferred across much of its contents but couldn’t for the life of me find a 4 digit numeric code anywhere. I searched and searched and in the end gave up in frustration. I sent Mistress a text to say that I had not been able to find it. And then she ignored me, for hours! She can be such a cruel Mistress sometimes.

    It was only as I walked the dog later that evening that I realised that Mistress had sent me a video via Whatsapp. In it she looked supper sexy as always. Today she was wearing a black top that laced up down the front and as she spoke to me she played teasingly with the lacings. She told me that she felt that she had been rather unkind to leave me hanging as she had earlier in the day (she was smiling coyly enough for me to know that it was no less than she had hoped to do) and that I should look in my contacts folder on my phone for the code.

    And so when I had finished watching the video I did just that and discovered the code hidden away. When I got back home I rushed back into the garage and tried the code. The keysafe opened and there was my key! Within moments the device was off and Mistresses property felt a warm human touch rather than it normally steel cage. It wasn’t the touch of my Mistress (which is what it constantly craves) but that of her slave, but that would have to do for the moment. The big moment however was saved for bedtime that evening. Taquin decided that he needed an ‘early night’ and no more than 10 minutes later Mistresses property erupted like Mount Vesuvius!

    Mistress can be such a kind Mistress sometimes xxx

    Postscript: Having been allowed a moment of wonderful freedom Mistress instructed me to lock up her property once again, but this time in the heavier Bon4. I have done as instructed and sent Mistress the required photograph of the numbered lock in place. For reasons I don’t fully understand I now feel more horny than I did before my orgasm.


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  • Slave Chatterbox – Under Your Skin!

    Slave Chatterbox is very quickly becoming an accredited member of the House of Deelight with his willingness to endure pretty much anything, which on this occasion meant a lengthy class in needlework and not of the sewing variety.

     


    Sometimes, Mistress Delight really gets under your skin!

    At a previous session, Mistress suggested that she might like to try needle play with me. It’s not
    something that I’d ever thought of doing, but anything for Mistress, especially when she said it’s
    something she really enjoys doing :)

    The time of my next session arrived and once I was in my proper position, naked, on my knees at
    Mistress’ feet, she asked “Do you know what I’m going to do to you today slave?”. From my
    position she towered over me, she looked as stunning as ever; in black thigh length high heel
    boots, black leather shorts and a revealing black leather top, tied at the front, showing off her
    perfect cleavage. Angel or daemon? I didn’t know, but I was about to find out.

    “No Mistress” I replied, dreading that I could guess.  “No? Oh I think you do” she laughed, with that cute, yet cruel laugh she uses when she knows she’s going to enjoy herself. And all the time the sole of her high heeled boots was not so gently crushing my balls. “Needle play” she said, and a beaming smile lit her face. A knot formed in my stomach, I’d guessed right and I knew I wasn’t going to enjoy this, but it’s Mistress’ dungeon, so Mistress’ choice and I am her slave to use as she pleases.

    “Front or back” and “With or without a blind fold” Mistress asked. Choices?? That was new, this
    was going to bad. I chose back and with a blindfold (definitely didn’t want to see what was going to
    happen). I lay on a massage table, blindfolded and wondering if I’d be offered a final cigarette as a
    last request, I waited for Mistress to start, with growing trepidation.

    I could hear Mistress getting the equipment ready. Gloves, sterile needles, sharps box and sterile
    wipes. And all the while Amy Winehouse was singing ‘Back to Black’ in the background (definitely
    an ominous sign). Mistress wiped my back with the sterile wipes then gently said “The first couple
    are going to hurt”. No kidding! And when Mistress uses a gentle voice to say that, you know she’s
    right and that she knows by experience.

    Mistress pushed the first needle through my skin. The pain was intense, it’s like being stabbed with
    a needle. Like!!! It was a needle! Sharp intake of breath, breath out slowly. The pain subsided.
    “That’s the first, well done slave, lets see how many we can do”, the pleasure in Mistress’ voice
    was audible, which in turn made the pain more bearable. I’d have to try to do my best for her. A
    second needle entered my back. Pain, sharp intake of breath, breath out slowly, relax. A third, a
    fourth, a fifth, same reactions, but by now the endorphin’s are starting to hit. Adrenaline is flowing
    free. The pain is just as intense, but the release is so much more. Soft music in the background,
    Mistress is happy, I’m light headed and talking to Mistress (talking to Mistress? I never talk to
    Mistress unless she asks me something! Mistress called me ‘Chatterbox’ as one of her a jokes). I
    loose count of the number of needles, but it’s OK (this time), so did Mistress. I’ll count them for her
    when I see the photo.

    By the time Mistress has finish, the needles form a horseshoe down one side of my back and back
    up the other. Mistress takes a photo of her work then slowly starts to remove them. I thought I’d hit
    subspace during previous session, but nothing like this. I’m light headed and floating, it’s going to
    take a while to come down :) Before I leave, Mistress cautions me that I might experience sub drop
    and to contact her any time, not to be to proud to ask for help, if I needed to talk and to eat a good
    quality dark chocolate, which will help. Mistress even checked to see if I was OK the next day.
    (Thank you Mistress).

    See! Mistress Deelight does have a caring side, she just doesn’t show it (at least not too often).
    Was it an erotic and arousing session?No. It’s intense sharp pain, relax and repeat.Yet it was so much more than that, almost a spiritual thing. Will I ever do it again? Definitely.

    Thank you Mistress Deelight for such an interesting and intense experience. I hope you enjoyed it
    as much as me.

    (note: No drugs of any kind were used during this session, just needles)


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  • Double Domme Corporal Punishment with Judge R’eal

    I was recently called for duty as a distinguished but no less sadistic Usher to assist Judge R’eal in the corporal punishment of a repeat offender.  Although they had been anticipated, there were no pleasantries on my part when summoning the reprobate to his hearing.  He was ordered to strip and sit while his plea was read out in front of the Judge and signed by all present before his severe and bloody punishment was inflicted.


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  • Reasons to Visit #8 – Sacrifice Your Soul

    Everyone has their kink, and every one has that tiny little crack in their defences that when penetrated will make everything else come tumbling down until they are reduced to a pile of rubble at my feet.  It isn’t a case of ‘IF’ I find that crack, the thing that really makes you weak, it is a case of ‘WHEN’.  And when I do, I will use it to devour your soul, transforming your entire existence.

    And You will love it.


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  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – #IamNowSoFucked!

    Well what a week it has been for Slave Taquin, and indeed for all of my remote control pets.  (In a moment of further genius I have decided to change ‘distance control’ to ‘remote control’ because that is what I do, control them remotely, pressing the buttons and sitting back with my feet up to watch the show).  I have gotten so deep under his skin and tightened my grip even more than he could ever have imagined.  How?  by being one step ahead of him.  My skills techDomme toolkit is expanding and no devices are safe once you give your consent for total power exchange.


    My week’s blog will start on Thursday. The beginning of the week is best forgotten as it involved me being ill and having to cancel out of my session planned for the Wednesday. Most depressing.
    I should also say that this blog could be considered slightly geekish in places. Indeed if it was the longest tweet in the world it would probably finish with some of the following #teamviewer #techdomme #pccontrol #phonecontrol
    but really it should be #tpe #Iamnowsofucked!

    On Thursday morning I woke to find that Mistress had tweeted a request to her slaves to help pay for her improvements to her ‘woman-cave’ (home conservatory / office). I sent my contribution to Mistress via circle pay and then sent her my morning text. It was lovely to see that her pets dug deep and by the next day Mistress had reached her target and was able to order the things that she required. Well done us!

    I had had my nice new Samsung phone since Monday and it was providing me much pleasure! This was the only good thing about not having had my session with Mistress that had been planned for the previous day. I knew that she would need me to take my phone to the HOD to enable her to install parental control software before she could take full control of my online life once again. Well that is what I thought anyway….

    As I sat watching the TV on Thursday evening I received a text from Mistress with a link to a piece of parental control software. I recognised it for what it was, the beginning of the end for my phone freedoms. What I didn’t realise at the time was it was actually just the beginning of a tumultuous couple of days that last night I described to Mistress as like being strapped helpless to the front of a speeding express train! Whilst pretending to be watching TV I selected the parental control software link in the text from Mistress and watched the software download and commence installation on my phone. And as I watched my freedoms being taken away from me I felt the discomfort in the cage and the inevitable dribbling began. I suspect at such times that I also get a healthy glow in my cheeks as well, but fortunately no one has ever mentioned it. I recognised the software as being the same that Mistress had used on my IPhone. I was pleased as I have come to know its wrinkles over the last couple of years. Regular readers of this blog will know that I just have to try to escape, even though I risk punishment as a result. I just can’t help myself. I have never found out how to escape its grip entirely (Mistress is far too clever for that) but I had come to suspect that it allowed me a little more latitude than Mistress might have intended. But then I went and did a spot of internet research on the new version of the software that I had just downloaded and realised that it was far more restrictive. Indeed the one that I had just installed on my brand new £500 phone was capable of reducing it to no more than a pretty black box! I started to shake a little at the thought of the power that had just passed to Mistress. I sent her a text to confirm that I had loaded the software and that it was live on my phone. Her reply sent a ripple of fear through me. It was ‘Good boy, that’s just the beginning’. Really?! What more was there I wondered. We exchanged a few more texts as the evening wore on. I could tell that she was busy exploring the options that my new phone gave her. And I could sense the joy that it was giving her.

    I spent much, no most, of that night trying to find a way of escaping the software. My morning text the following morning was the one that Mistress subsequently tweeted. During the night I had found a button that suggested that, if I were to press it, would result in me being sent a release code. But none ever appeared. (According to Mistress I must have pressed it about 20 times as this was the number of emails she had received. In the past I had come to believe that my attempts to escape had not been reported to Mistress. This was obviously no longer the case!). Mistress asked in the morning if her property had been uncomfortable it its device. She knew full well that the answer was yes. Mistress then told me that she now planned to lock down Mousey’s phone as well and did I think that was a good idea? I of course responded with a resounding yes! And then came the text that made me most thoughtful. Mistress informed me that she would be able to access my phone by Teamviewer and that she had even better parental control software and then came the phrase that made her property try to burst through its cage ‘So when I’ve got time, you’re going to follow my instructions!’ Of everything that happened this week this was the phrase that got to me most.

    Oh my goodness! what instructions? I didn’t know what to think. The last line of the text was so powerful, so scary and so hot. I could hardly contain myself. I received this text at 8.20am and then Mistress just left me sweating. At 9.43am she told me to load the teamviewer quick support app on my phone. I did as instructed and sent Mistress the ID that it provided. Again I was left to sweat. I had been mindfucked once again. It wasn’t until 4.30 in the afternoon that I heard from Mistress again. By this time I was in a real dither. I was in my workshop when I saw Mistress log into my laptop via teamviewer. Mistress opened the camera and the notes page. She asked me if I was alone and told me to raise my thumb if I was. I did as instructed whilst probably looking like a scared rabbit through my camera lens. Mistress went straight to my browser, removed parental controls and loaded up a video from Xhamster. This was a very pleasant surprise but at this point I really didn’t feel in need of any additional stimulus. The video that Mistress was making me watch was of a young lady looking super hot and super sexy bringing herself slowly and steadily towards orgasm. I could see that it was to last for 11 minutes. This isn’t the type of fun video I would normally watch. But today, knowing that I was being made to watch it by my Mistress, it started to drive me absolutely nuts. It was when it got to about 7 minutes through that I saw my phone spring to life. ‘open the Teamviewer App on this phone’ was the instruction from Mistress. I did as I was told. I picked up the phone and began watching as Mistress started to control it from her computer. She opened up the camera app and changed it to the selfie lens. Instantly I heard the click as Mistress had taken a picture of my startled face. She opened up a text page and typed ‘Now look away and carry on doing what you are doing’. What I was doing at that point was I believe, hyperventilating. I was watching a very steamy video whilst knowing that Mistress was busy doing something to my phone. I am in such deep trouble now I thought. At this point in writing this account of what happened I find myself in one of those situations where I cannot possibly explain to you how helpless and horny I felt at that moment. I knew that my freedoms were being taken away from me and I knew that I was powerless to do anything about it. The xhamster video finished and I looked at my phone. Mistress had left a message on it that just said ‘get on with what you are doing and leave me to do what I need to do’. Again I did what I was told. I fear I might have made a mess of the job I was trying to do at the time. My hands were shaking too much. And then my PC screen went black. Mistress had now moved on to do something to it as well. I felt the ropes being weaved more and more securely around my limbs. After a couple more minutes the screen came back to life and I could see some installation screens for Qustodio. ‘What, more control software?!’ I thought. I took the fact that the screen had come back to life as an ok for me to look to see what was going on. I was wrong! Mistress typed into the noted page that was open ‘I am not able to blackscreen you for this stage. Look away now or your picture gets posted onto Twitter!!!’ I think I probably shrieked and looked away instantly. I didn’t look again for at least 10 minutes. I felt like one of those bank tellers in the movies who has been told to kneel and look at the floor whilst the robbers make their getaway. But for how long? Eventually I did look and I could see that Mistress had signed out of my PC. It was time to try to find out what she had done. I soon discovered that she had loaded up Qustodio on both my phone and laptop. I opened up google on my laptop and started to research its capabilities. It appears that it is the mother of all parental controls. Just some of its capabilities are:

    To monitor all Web usage.
    To implement safe Web filtering and safe searches.
    To monitor all social media usage (not just what you use or how often, but to actually read every text, WhatsApp, Facebook, Twitter message and post).
    To apply time limits to usage.
    To locate and track the ‘child’s’ location.
    To list and potentially block any phone or text contacts.
    To report all ‘unsafe’ activity.
    And probably most devastating of all to produce a report of activity every 30 days.

    The list just went on and on. I couldn’t think of a single thing that I could do on my phone that Mistress wouldn’t know about or be able to read or constrain. I suddenly realised that my phone had become my primary fetish internet tool. I wondered why that was. It was because it provided a bit more wriggle room and access than my laptop, it was because it was there with me for all those moments when a couple of minutes could be spent catching up on all the fun, it was because it sat next to me every evening as I watched the TV. But most of all it was because I felt that Mistress had less visibility of my actions! Not that I wasn’t a good slave when told to be. It was just that I felt a little ‘safer’ pushing the boundaries on my phone than I did my laptop. I wondered why that was. The answer was that I suspected that the old Iphone software (the current version appears to have rectified this) didn’t provide weekly or monthly reporting. The thing that probably kept me most in line on the PC was that it provided to Mistress, and copied to me, a weekly report of my activity. And every week I receive that report, look at its contents, and wonder if this will be the week that Mistress takes me to task if there are any misdemeanours. It appears that Qustodio is going to produce such a handy and potentially damning report. I realised at this point that I was truly fucked. And so there I was stood in my workshop shaking and dribbling. Just when I think that Mistress can’t possibly take more control from me, she does.

    I tried to reassure myself with the knowledge that Mistress could not and would not monitor every call, text, facebook post that I made. Neither would she sit at her PC and track my every movement and location visited. She is far too busy to do that. But I came back to 2 key points. Firstly that I would have no idea of when she was watching or what she was reading and secondly to that damned report. There was now no hiding place.

    My next communication from Mistress sent a fresh burst of shivers down my spine and through her property (that had not been this hard, for this long, for such a long time!). Mistress informed me that she had just ordered the same Samsung phone as me as her new ‘work’ phone and informed me that ‘once I know my way around it you’ll be history’. Oh I was in so much trouble. I decided I should calm myself down a bit by starting to find the inevitable opportunities to find a little ‘wriggle room’ from this new software. The obvious place to start was in the settings folder. It was time for Taquin to do what he does best and try to escape. I found the settings app on the phone and tapped it. And then it happened, the turquoise screen of phone enslavement appeared and declared: ‘Qustodio requires your password to access the settings screen’ WTF! So now it seemed that I couldn’t change the settings of anything on my phone without a code. How is a slave meant to escape his bonds if he can’t reach the knot in the first place? There must be another way to access app settings and controls I thought. I scrolled, I swiped, I tapped, I pressed, I turned on and off, I did everything. Not a hope.

    Later that evening I gave up trying to escape the software and sent a text asking if Mistress would let me have the password to allow me to change a couple of settings. I knew already what the answer would be. No. But it is how she said no that really got to me. It wasn’t the short sharp ‘No’ as I might have just suggested. It actually felt like the sort of response that a young Mum might give to her child who believes that he or she is old enough to cross the road without holding Mummies hand. It was firm, it was unequivocal and it was delivered in such a way that I knew that Mistress was, in her way, caring for me and knew what was best for me. Mistress took the time to explain to me that she wouldn’t give me the password and that from now on that she would be the only person who would make any changes to the settings of my phone.

    I went to bed that night having not had much sleep the night before and mentally exhausted from the days events. I should have dropped off immediately but there was not a hope of that. As I lay there in the darkness and the silence of my room I couldn’t think of anything apart from my wonderful Mistress and the control that she has over my life. Her property filled its cage and its pressure drove me nuts. I even thought about texting Mistress to request that I be released from my device to provide myself an orgasm. It was the only thing in my mind that could ease the intensity of the moment. I composed the text in my mind. It was to refer to the fact that I had not been able to attend my session earlier in the week, it was to refer to the fact that I had been a good slave and allowed Mistress to load up all of the new software (as if I ever had any choice!) and it was to resort to begging for her compassion. I never sent the text. There would have been no point. I just laid there and suffered. It was such wonderful, sweet suffering of the sort that I dream of.

    In my morning text the following day I told Mistress of the effect that she had had on me. I told her that she was the best Mistress ever. And she is. It is not what she does but how she does it. If she chooses to she can push every fetish and emotional button in my mind and my body. And now I have to live with whatever comes next. I have decided that the only thing I can do is to continue to use my phone as if nothing has changed. I have no choice. It is my window to the world. But from now on though I will know that every message that I send, every website that I visit, every step that I take might be watched by my Mistress. In reality everything has now changed. Mistress will decide how to use her new powers and I will just have to tremble at the thought.

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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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  • Saying Thanks – Woman Cave Purchases Complete

    Two days ago I posted about a project I am working on to create a woman cave for myself where I can retreat for peace and quite in order to plot the demise of many of my subs.  Within 24 hours all £600 of items needed were purchased thanks to some devoted pets and also myself for adding more slaves to my digital collection via TeamViewer.

    This is to say a big Thank You to (in no particular order) Sissy Mouse (£100), Taquin (£100), Keith B (£130), OwnedbYMD (£50 and needs a more personal slave name), and Gaz (£25).  All names will go into a stiletto and one picked at random will get to be the first to view the cave when all the items have arrived.

    Nice going pets!




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  • Reasons to Visit #5 – Status Confirmation

    You are a submissive, a slave, beneath women and beneath me in every way. I am too beautiful for you. I am too intelligent for you. I am above you and I will remind you of that at every opportunity.You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.




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  • Reasons to Visit #4 – Sexy As Fuck Footwear

    If you are a submissive with a  love of heels, I have a huge collection of ‘Sexy As Fuck’ killer heels. Knee boots, thigh boots, sandals, peep-toes, ankle boots, pointed toes, trainers, platforms, stilettos, flats, matte, shiny, studded; and all sorts of colours too.  Worship them, feel their weight, feel the pain as they dig into your skin or kick you in the balls if that’s all you deserve.  Whatever type of shoe fetish you have, I have the right heels to weaken your defences and make you dribble.You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.




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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Reminiscing About The First Visit

    Its a little over 3 years ago since Slave Sissy Mouse bumbled across the threshold of the House of Deelight although he had begun showing his devotion much earlier than that by contributing massively to the now infamous bondage/torture chair that so many have encountered since.  I received this well remembered write-up from my slave earlier this week and it was nice to see he could remember it so clearly, but then again, a session with me isn’t something you forget easily!


    My first visit to the House of Deelight.

    Today January 17th 2017 marks the third anniversary of my first meeting with Mistress and session at the house of Deelight and I thought I would share my memories because as the saying goes ‘you ever forget your first time’. At the time, Mistress, didn’t require a write-up for her to read and publish on her website. I would also like to add it took me until March to finish it as things kept reappearing in my mind.

    After having to cancel my original visit back in August 2013, I finally arranged to meet Mistress in January 14. I had been feeling unwell in the days prior to my visit but luckily felt better on the day. As instructed I sent a text message to Mistress to confirm our meeting by 8.30am and duly did this. I received a very nice reply and Mistress also enquired if I was willing to allow her to film some clips with me. I was more than happy to agree on the basis of being hooded. Mistress replied that was fine and added ‘good boy’ this made me feel quite special that already I could assist Mistress. I spent the morning getting ready and very nervously made my way to Newport. I had already had a look on google street view so I had an idea where is was going. I arrived very early and parked close by and waited for the clock in the car to tick around to 1pm. My instructions were to phone Mistress to announce my arrival and she would open the door for me. I remember feeling very nervous just dialling the number and when Mistress answered almost immediately I felt myself bubble a little (nothing has changed there). Mistress confirmed the house number and I made my way down the road and knocked the door. The door opened as if by magic and in I walked. Mistress closed the door behind me and walked in. I will never forget what Mistress was wearing a pvc catsuit and corset and her very ample bosom was spilling out and looked a vision of beauty and dominance, all I could think was keep looking at the face, which was easy with Mistress’s mesmerising green eyes. Just to be in her presence made me nervous and Mistress kindly asked me how I was feeling? “very nervous Mistress” excellent was her reply! I then presented Mistress with some perfume that had been on her wish list for some time, which pleased Mistress and she caught me completely off guard by giving me a hug. Mistress then invited me into the other room and we discussed briefly my interests. Just chatting with Mistress put me at ease.

    With that I was instructed to go to the bathroom use the toilet, undress and return to the dungeon room and present myself in a suitable submissive manner. I thanked Mistress and did as instructed. As D/s was not new to me but visiting a professional dominatrix was, I wanted to make a good impression so remembered the appropriate position to present myself. Kneeling with my head bowed and my hands resting palms up on my thighs. After what seemed like an age Mistress appeared from the other room and with a very authoritative air circled me in a very menacing manner. Mistress commended me on my very appropriate position and asked me what it was called? I had no idea, my mind was blank (very much like every session since). I remember Mistress smiling and saying she couldn’t either at that point and moved on. I remember Mistress pointing at my poor excuse for a cock with her boot and asking why it wasn’t standing to attention for her? Her words did the trick but until that point I thought it would be disrespectful and did my best to keep it down. After some further ribbing about my lack of manhood, Mistress put a collar around my neck and with a sharp tug pulled me behind her into the other room.

    Mistress after pulling me around the room a few times told me I was going to be of use to her and film a foot worship clip. I was more than delighted to assist Mistress and be allowed to film her. Mistress got her video camera and instructed me on what to do and then did her piece to camera. I was utterly mesmerised (and still am) about how she did this amazing clip, completely off the cuff. Once finished Mistress had a look at my filming job and seemed pleased with the result and then instructed me to crawl behind her and up the stairs. I still remember very vividly Mistress saying “I think you are going to need to lose weight if you are going to be one of my slaves” At that time I weighed around 18st and it gave me the kick-start needed to improve myself. After crawling up the stairs Mistress instructed me to stand up in the bedroom and produced some parcel wrap and held it whilst I turned in front of her commenting that she might run out trying to wrap something this big. I remember she kept saying Turn, Turn, Turn and all I could then think of was the Travis song, (when I turned the radio on after my session to drive home it was playing!). Once Mistress had parcelled me up she instructed me to shuffle to the bed and helped me down onto it. With a bit of re-arranging I was just how she wanted me and then informed me she was going to enjoy a spot of lunch, fitted me with an open-mouthed hood and left. Iaid there in slight bemusement at what had happened so far with a certain part of me happy to be there. Mistress called up several times to ensure I was ok and not struggling.

    After a while Mistress returned and started setting something up, which turned out to be a tripod and the video camera. Mistress then commented that she had forgotten to bring an ashtray with her and at that point I thought I would try to be useful and say that I had previously been used as an ashtray and even ate the butt. This from what I remember pleased Mistress and so with a beep of the video camera starting Mistress sat beside me and did another fantastic piece to camera with me eating her ash and eventually the cigarette butt. I remember lying there almost in a trance that I was part of this clip having previously watched some of Mistress’s clips via adultwork. Once Mistress had finished she gave me some water to cleanse my mouth and congratulated me on being true to my word and going through with it.

    Now came the not so nice part of being wrapped in parcel wrap the cutting out because you don’t realise how cosy and warm you get and how cold you are when it comes off, luckily there was a nice warm heater close by, although I still remember getting warm and then Mistress instructing me to go lie in the cold bath which I promptly did and I will still never forget this part. Mistress returned naked apart from a bra, stood on the bath and covered me with her warm fresh champagne. Even now writing this I still feel slightly embarrassed because I just didn’t know where to look, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the image of Mistress standing over me so powerful, scent marking what has turned out to be her devoted property. When this was over, Mistress turned on the shower and instructing me to clean myself up and join her downstairs. The water was momentarily cold and I joked that for a moment I thought I was only getting a cold shower to calm myself down.

    Once showered and clean I return downstairs as instructed to find Mistress in the kitchen looking fabulous in a pink and black latex dress. Mistress then instructed me to shine her dress and I nervously started the task and I still remember the question as I got close to her latex enclosed fabulous breasts “and over the delights Mistress?” Yes, slave all of it was Mistress’s reply. Mistress then told me to do up her zip and I commented on how amazing she looked in her dress, still to this day I remember her looking in the mirror and saying ‘I do don’t I slave?’. Such power and confidence.

    Mistress then informed me that I was going to be the supporting actor in another clip and invited me to stand by the cross whilst she attached my wrists to each side of the top of the cross and my legs to each side of the bottom. Leaving me feeling very exposed. Mistress then placed an open-mouthed hood over me and attached some nipple clamps which really stung and left me there whilst she set up the camera. This clip involved Mistress speaking to the camera whilst tugging on the nipple clamps and flicking my balls (that was so painful) all whilst smoking and flicking the ash in my mouth some of which I missed. I can’t quiet remember how long I was attached to the cross but once Mistress released me she told me to lick the ash up off the floor that I didn’t catch in my mouth during the clip.

    I must be honest there was many little fun bits in-between which I can’t recall but they certainly cemented the fact that I really hoped I had earned myself favour with Mistress for another visit. I also remember being completely surprised that Mistress also gave me a most mind-blowing orgasm. I hadn’t come that hard for a long time and some ended up on my face which was met by a roar of laughter from Mistress.

    Another shower and I was ready to leave and 2 hours had passed in the blink of an eye. I was grateful then and still am for this amazing session, luckily I passed the newbie test and was invited back, which in turn has led to so many more amazing well documented sessions.




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  • Reasons to Visit #3 – Discovery

    As any of my pets (loyal submissives) will tell you, you will discover things about yourself that you never could have imagined. I will be your guide, your mentor and your guardian throughout your exploration into the world of kink and the deepest, darkest corners of your mind.You can visit for a private session, you can serve me on webcam via Skype, you can call me for phone domination or you can order a custom fetish video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.




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  • Reasons to Visit #2 – Ass Worship

    This is the view you’ll have when you are on your knee’s behind me.  Only when you are told to do so, will you be permitted to press your lips onto the soft pale flesh of my buttocks.  You will have to earn that privilege.  My gorgeous round butt will be your motivation.You can visit me in person, you can visit me on webcam, you can chat to me on the phone or you can order a personalised video.  Distance is not an excuse for inability to serve me.




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  • Reasons to Visit #1 – Orgasm Control and Denial

    Once I have you in my literal grip, fate will be in MY hands.  You will have no say other than to beg me for release.  I am highly skilled at orgasm control.  My soft, petite hands have mastered the skill of edging so well that I will have you a hairs-breadth from exploding before you know what’s hit you.




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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 Sissy Mouse – Humiliated and Very Aroused

    When Sissy Mouse confessed one of his lewd thoughts to me under duress during his previous session, I made it quite clear to him that the confession would be stored in my memory and used at a later date against him. Normally what I like to do in these situations is to store the information and use it a much later date when my sub has forgotten all about it, or at the very least hoped I had! So it was with great pleasure and amusement that I used his confession against him at his very next session, knowing that he wouldn’t be expecting me to do so, quite so soon.  Yes, I know! I am an evil genius! That is why you all love me so much.

    I will now follow with an entry from Sissy Mouse (aka Baby Mouse!)


    Humiliated and very aroused.

    I am writing this more than 3 weeks after my last visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight, the reason for this is Mistress took something that I had mentioned in my last session put her own twist on it and made me feel such enjoyable shame that it is only now that I can bring myself to write about it.

    During my last luxurious and indulgent session that Mistress had treated me to I had shared something with her that I never thought would interest me at all and it was prompted by a tweet Mistress had posted before Christmas. The tweet showed a collection of adult baby items laid out and something flashed through my mind that I would feel very humiliated if Mistress put me in such things. This I duly confessed to Mistress at a time when she had me at my weakest, teasing her pathetic cock. My admission of this amused Mistress greatly at the time and with her usual sharp mind got me to repeat in a baby like voice various statements and ended it by saying ‘It will happen one day mousey or maybe it won’t’.

    Now to the day itself and I arrive at the allocated time and feeling slightly under pressure because Mistress had forgotten Mistress R’eals birthday card and sent me a message to purchase one on the way. I reply ‘No pressure then Mistress’ and visited the only shop I know in Newport the local Tesco. I hunt through the cards knowing that I have minimal time but I am certainly not going to choose the first one (if it was not to a reasonable standard Mistress would no doubt take great pleasure in ensuring Mistress R’eal knew it was my fault!). Luckily after a short while I found what I hoped would be suitable and once purchased headed back to the car to wait for the clock to tick around to 11am.

    Heading through the door I am met by Mistress informing me from behind a closed door to lay out the items I have brought and to strip and start chanting my mantra on my knees. I duly do this in my now bumbling way and start to chant. After a few repetitions, Mistress tells me to take a deep breath and start saying it with a greater feeling. I duly do this and at the same time feel myself leave the outside world behind. As usual after a while my knees start to cause me grief and I start shuffling about trying to relieve the pressure, prompting Mistress to enquire what’s wrong from the other room. What I like about that situation is Mistress knows my knees are hurting but leaves me there just a little longer to push me, knowing that I won’t just get up but will do my best to endure the pain. Finally, Mistress enters the room but I don’t see her for a bit because I am still head down reciting my mantra. When Mistress does tell me to stop and look up I am met by the usual vision of Mistress looking fabulous this time wearing Jodhpurs, satin blouse, corset and her Christmas boots. I compliment Mistress on her outfit (one of my favourites) and how wonderful her boots go with it.

    Now for the crunch Mistress goes over to check the card I have purchased (I have never felt so on edge over a Birthday card) and luckily approves my purchase. Mistress then kindly tells me to stand up and offers me the wooden chair to sit on and we have a nice chat whilst Mistress attaches me to the chair with rope and the joy of slowly being ensnared by it. We continue chatting until the point when Mistress gags me places something heavy in one hand to drop if I have difficulties and leaves me to enjoy some wonderful classical music. I sit there enjoying the music but realise after a while that my mind is returning to outside stuff and not floating off like it usually does. Mistress checks on me at various times and then leaves me to it until she returns and tells me she is going to change gags. This was something new to me and thought that maybe Mistress had something new to try. This turned out to be correct but as always in a way that I didn’t expect. Mistress removes the ball gag and placed a very small rubber gag in my mouth, I assumed it was an inflatable gag but oh no that was a big as it got. The reason for this was after much wondering it dawned on me what it was, Mistress had placed a dummy in my mouth. It was quite a shock to me for two reasons, firstly how humiliated I felt and secondly how aroused it made me. Suddenly any outside thoughts had disappeared to be replaced by exquisite shame and arousal. Mistress just left me there trying so hard to not suck on the dummy and feel even more shame but eventually having to give in and swallow both my saliva and my self-pride.

    As time passes in a different dimension at the house of Deelight I had no idea how long I continued to sit there wallowing in the shame of being so aroused but eventually Mistress returned and whilst laughing at me started to write something on my chest with a permanent marker. Further amused Mistress then placed some very plastic feeling shoes on my feet and announced with great glee that I was now wearing some lovely ballet flats. They were very tight and uncomfortable and did nothing to help my arousal subside. Mistress then started to untie me and once finished invited me to stand and once again mocked me for my state of arousal. It was a very rock and a hard place scenario I didn’t want to be so turned on by my situation but it just wouldn’t subside. Mistress then guided me to the bottom of the stairs (as I was still blindfolded) and told me to crawl up the stairs. At the top of the stairs Mistress guided me into the bedroom and onto the bed. My hands were then attached to cuffs and Mistress went out the room and returned informing me to lift my bum off the bed and placed something under me. I didn’t want to think what it was but I knew immediately it was a nappy.

    Thus, began a most intense session of edging. Mistress first places two electrodes on my inner thighs and connected them to the e-stim box and switches it on nice and gently, too gently to begin with but that is soon rectified. Mistress then produces the vibrating wand and starts to work on her very erect cock edging me over and over until the gaps get smaller and stops. Mistress then does up the nappy winds up the e-stim box further and starts with the wand again but this time when I get to the edge I have to say Goo Goo Ga Ga through my still dummied mouth for Mistress to stop which after a while this turns into Goo Goo Ga Ga Mamma. Just writing this makes me wince. As the Goo Goo Ga Ga Mamma get more frequent Mistress stops and writes something else on my chest and I can feel her draw something. With that Mistress returns to the wand and working her very hard cock through the nappy. All the while Mistress has some gentle music playing in the background and then this stops. Which I naively think is the end of the playlist. Mistress then returns with the wand and keeps edging me telling me she can’t decide if she is going to grant me an orgasm, a ruin or nothing. As the Goo Goo Ga Ga Mamma’s get closer Mistress tells me she is going to let me cum in the nappy and then lie in it once she has finished. However, before I cum I have to say ‘I love you mamma’. This happens almost immediately and with such force that Mistress’s cock recoils like a field gun going off. It was that intense that it hurt and I could fell it splurging and spurting inside the nappy and it was probably lucky it was contained because it would have been one hell of a mess to clean up. Mistress carried on teasing her now very sensitive cock with the wand for a bit of post orgasm torture. I have not been given an orgasm by Mistress since October 2014 and the wait was worth it (Although I would not like to wait as long next time please Mistress). Whilst laying in the glow of my amazing orgasm Mistress takes the edge of it by playing a recording of me saying Goo Goo Ga Ga Mamma (hence why the music went off). Oh the shame especially when Mistress tells me it is in fact a video and as she is telling me this I get a running commentary of her saving the video for future use. Mistress always encourages honesty in her slave’s blogs and I must confess that this is the only video and of course pictures that Mistress could use to ensure my utter compliance in the future. Mistress has found the chink in my armour, the one thing that will make me totally compliant.

    Once Mistress has decided I have sat in my own filth for long enough she releases my hands and removes the blindfold. Once my eyes adjust Mistress kindly shows me a picture of me displaying her artwork. At the top of my chest is written “Big Baby” underneath “Goo Goo Ga Ga” and under that a brilliant drawing of a baby face with a dummy. Mistress then invites me to get up and admire myself in the mirror wearing the nappy. I feel very humiliated looking at myself, more so than anything I experienced with Mistress before.

    Mistress then tells me to find a carrier bag to dispose of the nappy, have a shower to try and wash away the shame and join her downstairs for a wind down. After a nice chat about our session and other things it’s time to return to normality and I walk away from the HOD with a carrier containing my shame at being that turned on by something that always seemed a very strange fetish to me but that is the joy of life if you don’t try it you will never know if it’s for you. I have of course looked into it more and following a recent visit to my pc and searching through my bookmarks Mistress knows this and teased me about it, even posting the screen shot on twitter!
    As ever a massive thank you to Mistress for sending me away once again in awe of her skill and brilliant evil mind. Of course, being Mistress she kindly sent me a picture from our session later that day just to remind me of her new leverage!


  • Sissy Pocohontas – Distance Control Journal – Broken

    Not all of my pets can withstand my unrelenting control and high standards, as Sissy Pocohontas found out.  I was in two minds about posting this blog of hers but I am an honest person and I command honesty from all my slaves too, so with that in mind I am going to go right ahead and let you all read about what happens when my pet’s can’t cope.  Sissy Pocohontas is taking a break right now, will she return?  Well she doesn’t have much choice ;) *evil laugh*


    An interesting week that has had highs and lows, but mainly lows.

    Sunday I didn’t do my full morning routine and Mistress called me on it. This resulted in a painful punishment involving clothes pegs. I genuinely don’t get off on pain at all so this was a lesson learned.

    Monday, having still not cum since Thursday I was instructed to lock up Mistresses property. That first day and night with things locked away was hard going. Constantly aware of my situation and erections blocked by the tight confinement of the metal device that was locked in place.

    Tuesday was the hardest of days, waking up with Mistresses property caged and tight because of what normally occurs in the mornings made things a little uncomfortable. The day was tough, really aware of how desperate I was for a release and the device with its firm hold around what no longer belongs to me.

    Wednesday was easier. Although a long session with the hush really drove me pretty crazy and had me acting like a little whore and sucking on a realistic cock dildo.

    On Thursday I had to do some driving and getting in and out the car a bit too quickly caused things to jar a little and there was some discomfort. This led to Mistress telling me to remove the device and check things were OK. There were some red sore spots where the device had rubbed which is normal apparently.

    Saturday Mistress really went to town with teasing and denying. She would text the word SLUT and I had to edge using the wand vibrator and suck my fingers like a cock hungry sissy. By the end of the day I was begging for it to stop. I ended up having to decide between a painful ruined blocked orgasm or no orgasm. I really hate the pain and so opted to not cum at all. I was not in the best of moods and the added frustrations made me speak out of turn. I didn’t sleep well, I was pissed off to be honest and trying to go to sleep with no device locked on after that much teasing and denial… was tough. I know I lay there for over 2 hours listening to some crappy talk show on the radio.

    Sunday…. Crock of shit of a day anyway, I hate the lack of any plans on a Sunday and family stuff just gets sprung on me. But finally at 8:30pm Mistress and I were both available to chat. She asked where my blog was. To be honest… I knew it should have been done in the morning but I was in an “oh fuckit” kind of mood. I don’t usually get them, or at least haven’t had for a while. Perhaps I am just not coping with things too well right now and I am 99% sure I am getting hit by a bug that’s doing the rounds. The sore throat and running a temperature are probably clear signs.

    Mistress told me what my punishment for not getting the blog done is and needless to say it involves pain. Part of doesn’t care. I feel pretty down and despondent right now. I’ve told Mistress this as best I can.

    I was reminded yesterday about having to take the lows with the highs and just knowing Mistress knows best. I am doing a real crappy job of accepting that right now and am questioning whether this is even something I am mentally strong enough to cope with.

    I was hoping writing this might help me figure things out. It has a bit. I am going to get some rest and see how things look tomorrow. Right now this is the longest I’ve gone without cumming apart from when I was in hospital, but then I wasn’t teased and edged a lot! I should be desperate to relieve things, even enough to do the painful ruined thing but this evening it’s like I’m not even a bit horny. Maybe Mistress has broken my bits ;-)


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal and Session Write up

    On Sunday Mistress had let me know that she had enjoyed my blog submitted earlier in the day. She also took the opportunity to ask how I was getting on with the projects that I was working on for her. She seemed particularly pleased when I told her that the cock and ball torture device might be completed in time for me to deliver it to her when I saw her at the HOD later that same week. It came as no surprise to me to hear that I was to christen it!

    I worked on the projects for Mistress right up to the morning of my session. It was a slightly unnerving build up to it. There was the occasional thinly veiled threat of torment and pain however most of my communications from Mistress were relaxed and good-natured. Some even had smiley faces and concluded with an x! Don’t get me wrong, I really like to be in Mistresses good books and to have fear free communications, but I did find it a little unusual. This had been on my mind as I drove to the HOD on the morning of the session. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was being lulled into a false sense of security.

    I arrived outside the HOD and sent a text to Mistress to let her know. She responded by giving me my instructions for when I entered at the prearranged time. I was to go into the dungeon, place on the floor the things that I had bought for Mistress, strip and kneel head bowed facing the fireplace. It concluded with the chilling words: ‘Make sure I can access the whipping bench’. There it was then. Mistress had been so nice to me in the build up to the session just to put me off my guard but now I was going to be punished. Whilst I do pride myself on being the best Slave I can be I do know that if Mistress wanted to punish me that she would be able to come up with plenty of pretty good reasons to do so.

    ‘What will be will be’ I thought and entered the front door of the HOD dead on 11am. Having locked it behind me and carried out Mistresses instructions I called and told her that I was ready. Mistress was in the lounge waiting for this moment. I heard her stand and start to walk my way. She entered the dungeon and stood behind me. My head was bowed and so all that I was able to make out was the wonderful realisation that she must be wearing stockings as I caught a glimpse of her foot to my right hand side. I heard her steps as she walked to the whipping bench behind me and I heard the sound of chain and what sounded like the cuffs being prepared. Mistress then walked to the whip stand and removed an implement from it. This was not good! She walked behind me once more and undid the knot of my collar that has ‘Taquin’ engraved on its plaque, and took it off over my head. She replaced it with a heavy leather collar that was secured it at the back. Mistress then reached around to the front of my neck and attached a heavy chain dog lead. For the first time Mistress stood in front of me, legs slightly apart, and I looked up at her smiling face. I do confess that it took a little while for my gaze to make it all the way to her face as it had so much to take in on its way!

    Mistress tugged on the heavy chain lead and I followed her on hands and knees to the whipping bench. I waited for the inevitable instruction to climb up onto the bench, but instead Mistress turned around to face me before lifting herself up onto it. She positioned herself sitting on the bench with one foot on each of the leg supports, providing a slave eye view of her perfect crotch clad in black lace panties. ‘Put your hands behind your back’ she said. I did as instructed and took in the wonderful sight in front of me as I kneeled in submission to my Mistress. Black stockings, suspenders, panties and bra, all of which contrasting wonderfully with her pale soft skin. Occasionally I would look up into Mistresses face to be met with just the hint of a smile. I don’t think that I had spoken until this point but I just had to tell her how wonderful I thought that she looked. ‘Did I tell you that you could speak slave?’ I said sorry and shut up again. We stayed like that for some time. Mistress looking down on me with a satisfied look on her face and me feeling progressively more submissive and horny. I knew that Mistresses property was trying to escape its cage and was dribbling uncontrollably on the floor. Mistress noticed also. I think it was about now that I started to shake just a little. Mistress waited a few moments longer and then lifted the riding crop selected earlier and started to run its tip gently up the inside of one of my thighs. I shuddered in involuntary appreciation. Over the next 30 minutes or so Mistress reduced me to a quivering wreck by slowly and expertly running the crop over almost every part of my body. There is a spot just at the base of her property, which Mistress knows that if she applies slow steady pressure, will make me buckle in two with pleasure. Mistress pushed the tip of her crop into the spot and grabbed the chain attached to my collar and pulled upwards. I groaned as I found myself unable to buckle in the intensity of the moment. Mistress pulled me closer into her and placed her legs on my shoulders. She squeezed her thighs firmly around my head. My face was just centimetres away from her crotch as she took her fingers and ran them gently and provocatively across her stocking tops and panties. I wanted so desperately to move my head just a little bit further forwards and bury myself in the softness in front of me. I knew that just a hint of that would result in instant and severe punishment and resisted the temptation. I whimpered in total desperation as Mistress moved her perfectly manicured fingers slowly over her body leading my eyes to places that I still feel that a gentleman’s eyes shouldn’t linger. I looked up once again into the face of my Mistress. Knowing exactly what a mess she had made of me she looked back down with more than a hint of satisfaction in her voice and said ‘you are so weak’. And Mistress was right. I am totally feeble in her presence. And it is ok. It is how she makes me feel. At that moment I was in bits! Sometimes it feels that Mistress can release my mind from all of its normal constraints, fears and worries and in that moment of freedom I can just let go. This was such a moment. I was close to tears and it really didn’t matter.

    Mistress released her grip on my head and put her feet back onto the leg supports of the whipping bench and then lent forwards until her breasts were a hairs breadth away from my face. So close in fact that I could feel the warmth and smell the delicate scent of her body. Again I just wanted to lean in that little bit further, but still resisted the temptation. Mistress took the riding crop once again and ran it over every sensitive spot of my body. This time she spent time teasing my nipples before moving the crop once again to the spot at the base of her property. As she pressed against it and drove me crazy she said ‘Do you know something Taquin?’ I whispered ‘no Mistress’. ‘I do believe that you have a clitty!’ ‘I have had you locked in chastity for so long now that you have developed a love button’. Mistress sounded so very pleased with herself. Next she started to turn herself away from me in order that I should be left to admire her wonderful bottom. In the process of turning however her stiletto heels etched a couple of lines into my torso. I obviously failed to stifle my discomfort and Mistress looked back at me to see what the problem was. She looked at the scratches and quite rightly declared that they were nothing. Mistress looked me in the eyes and with a slightly mocking tone said ‘but you do still love me don’t you slave’. I answered ‘Yes Mistress’. And in my way I do. Maybe it is more of an infatuation. But whatever it is the answer is ‘Yes Mistress’!

    Finally Mistress stood up from where she was seated and told me to carry the massage bench into the lounge. Once the bench was erected I was instructed to lie on it and put my wrists out in front of me. Mistress picked up a pair of wooden manacles that she had made me make for her. She locked my wrists in them and then secured them up to my leather neck collar. Once Mistress was happy that I was inescapably secured she picked up the cock and ball torture device that I had made and presented to her at the beginning of the session. It is a board that opens in the middle to allow the slaves bits to be pushed through it and sit exposed above the board. A cord is then used to lace down the slaves cock to the board in order to allow Mistress to do whatever she chooses. And that is precisely what Mistress did.  I found myself trapped in the device which she had bolted shut around my balls and Mistress had laced her property down to the board. I feared what my fate might be but was delighted when I saw Mistress pick up the large vibrator. And so Mistress went to work on her property. And it inevitably grew in its appreciation. And the cords holding it felt tighter and tighter. And after only a few minutes of wonderful edging Taquin yet again left it too long before warning Mistress that he was about to cum! What a stupid slave. I felt things rushing towards a climax and cried out. Mistress stopped what she was doing immediately. My eyes were shut as I felt things building and building. I concentrated as hard as I possibly could just hoping that I would be able to stop, what had a couple of moments earlier felt so inevitable. And then there it was, a single, weak pump of Mistresses property and I feared the worst. I opened my eyes and asked Mistress if I had actually cum. I really didn’t know. Mistress looked at her property and said that I had gone too far and then in an act of great kindness applied the vibrator again and said ‘I had better finish you now’. And she did. She had gone back to work on it soon enough for it to almost instantly explode into a wonderful full-blown orgasm. With Mistresses property laced securely to the board the orgasm was constricted by its bindings. The result however was one of great pleasure and an orgasm that seemed to go on forever as my body tried to expel the cum that had built up over the previous weeks. It went on for so long that I felt the muscles in my back begin to spasm. Luckily my ankles weren’t secured and so I was able to lift my knees to alleviate it. And still I came.

    Mistress allowed me to calm down for a few minutes before declaring that she wanted to see if I was able to orgasm for a second time. To cut a long story short, I wasn’t. I did enjoy the time spent in trying however. It is not every day that a beautiful young lady dressed only in sexy black lingerie has me tied to a massage bench whilst using her hands and a vibrator to give me pleasure! What a lucky slave I was.

    Eventually Mistress decided that I was a lost cause and released me from the bench. Mistress told me that she was going to allow her property freedom from the chastity device for a couple of days to allow it to recover from the rigours of her attention. She presented me with the key safe reset to a new code and an open padlock to be applied when I next locked up. Once showered and dressed we spent a few minutes looking at a gift that I had made for her. I then mended a drawer in the HOD kitchen before saying my ‘goodbyes’ and going on my way.

    By the time I left the HOD I had already ‘come down’ from what had been a wonderful session. (I think the process had started as soon as I had completed my orgasm). I hadn’t come down in a bad way. It was an unusual experience for me. I just felt supremely relaxed. It was a lovely feeling. I knew that I had a few hours to kill in advance of a meeting later that day and so I found a nice cafe overlooking a harbour and started to write this blog. 2 hours, and several cups of coffee, later I was only part way through it when I closed the PC and left for my meeting. I was happy.

    The next few days continued in a very similar vein. Normally I would have a good night’s sleep following a session and then pretty soon afterwards I would start feeling needy again. If not in chastity I would find myself almost begging Mistress to lock me up again. But I didn’t feel any of this. I certainly wasn’t ‘down’ about it at all. I just got on with life whilst exchanging a few vanilla texts with Mistress. Things came to a head when on Saturday morning I awoke to the realisation that I had had a very vanilla, and very sexy, dream during the night. Worse still, Mistress wasn’t the subject of said dream!

    On that Saturday morning Mistress told me that she was going to set me an edging task. I read what she said and realised that I had two problems. The first was a practical one as I knew that I would find it difficult to find enough time to devote to it but my other problem was that I really didn’t have any enthusiasm for such a task. In normal circumstances I would be desperate for such attention from Mistress but I still found myself in a remarkably relaxed vanilla state.

    I sent Mistress a text that explained my practical problems but not my mental ones. I had reasoned that maybe an edging game would help to restore my mental state to where it should be. But as the day went by I came to realise that I was still going to struggle to find the necessary time to do the task. Eventually Mistress sent me a text and asked why I had not told her that I was ready to start.

    I sent Mistress a text and explained that my day had unfortunately become too busy and also took the opportunity to confess to my mental state. I even confessed to my vanilla dream. She demanded more information and asked if there was anything in the session that had bothered me. I replied that the only things that had bothered me were my own stupidity at cumming too soon yet again and then being unable to perform for a second time. I did make a comment however that I fear might come back to haunt me. I said that the session had not had the intensity of some that I had experienced. Mistress reacted strongly to this statement!!! I don’t blame her either. As reported above Mistress had reduced me to tears of frustration whilst my body shook, kneeling as I was at her feet for almost an hour. It was extreme and intense. Sitting here as I am now trying to write this final paragraph to this blog I still don’t know why I felt the way that I did following the session. Relaxed and happy is a really good thing by the way!

    The response from Mistress was I think what I deserved (and probably needed). I was instructed to go and lock up again immediately. I did as instructed and Mistress took pleasure in the lock up picture that I sent her. She noted correctly that the process had brought her property back to life. Mistress also wanted to ensure that we agreed the date for our next session, which we subsequently did. And finally Mistress informed me that the non participation of the edging task constituted a ‘task fail’. This is not something that any slave of Miss Deelight wishes to hear.

    There were no sexy vanilla dreams for Taquin last night. Only thoughts of his Mistress and a realisation that her property was back under her exclusive control.


  • 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….


  • 2 Commanders and 2 Hypnobots

    Recently, both of my Hypnobots (HB1 and HB2) reported to duty at the House of Deelight to serve both myself and my very good friend Commander Real.  Every so often, I will present my Hypnobots to other Commander’s so that the Commanders can take back ideas for the training of their own workforce.  It is a Commanders duty to do as little as possible once their army of Hypnobots have been fully trained because it is then the Hypnobot’s duty to do as much as is required of them.  On this occasion I have instructed Hypnobot 1 to write about the session from its own point of view.  Both myself and Commander R’eal have video clips from this session and those will be released soon.


    ‘Hypnobot 1, property of Commander Deelight, Her hypnotised and robotised servant, reports of its most recent service with Commander. This was also an occasion where service alongside female hypnobot (hypnobot 2) was to be given to Commander R’eal as well, who would be in attendance. Commander R’eal was continuing Her research into the power of hypnosis and its uses with Her own servants.

    Being in a 100% hypnobot state of course only takes place specifically with Commander’s instructions and hypnotic triggers. For most of the time Her servant hypnobot 1 is in its human state, living normally, but very much with Her influence strongly embedded through multiple sessions of hypnosis. Subconscious control of Her slave.

    So in this ‘human’ state the preperations for the upcoming session took place. Commander R’eal was to be presented beforehand with a powerful silk tie to wear and shiny silver cufflinks. The tie was one of hypnobots own, a luxurious gold and navy thick stripe. One of the rules in the Commander and hypnobot relationship is that the mindless hypnobots wear simple and functional plain dark ties, whereas Commanders also exert their power through strong luxurious ties, such as the red tie Commander Deelight often wears (when not in the RAF uniform of course – though the power of that is conveyed through immaculate gold buttons).

    With these gifts in place the hypnobot 1 was also required to purchase gifts for the Commanders from Chanel, and to do so while dressed immaculately, thus serving from afar; demonstrating its obedience to its owner and Commander even in this human state, the process of robotisation would follow when in the presence of Commander.

    The anticipation of the session was great, there hadn’t been a two hypnobots, two Commanders type of session before. I requested permission to enter Commanders chambers and was immediately greeted by both Commander Deelight in Her navy skirt suit with sublime red tie, red lipstick and nails, and hair worn up so strictly that i was instantly aroused by the sight. Commander R’eal stepped forward from behind, Her powerful tie automatically fixing my gaze. Both Commanders looked stunning and powerful.

    Commander Deelight motioned me toward the storage facility, within which i also saw hypnobot 2. Not in her human state as i was in mine, but stood up, head bowed forward, eyes sealed shut, motionless and uncaring , in a hypnotic stasis. My arousal only grew at this sight, the demonstration of Commanders control was awesome.

    At this point i would need to explain, as best i can, what i feel and can recall when i am serving as a hypnobot. Anyone who has watched the videos produced by Commander will see the hypnobot either in trance or awake but mindless. When i watch these myself i see the bits where i am completely hypnotised and i have no recollection of this. When my hypnobot is awoken and performs duties, whatever they may be, the sensation or feeling i have is unique in all my experience of submission and servitude, for before i ever came to serve Commander there were some other Mistresses who i had served, but none as accomplished.

    The uniqueness is a sense of utter peace and calm in this state, but it is a state of mind you do not question or consciously think of, you just exist in a space without emotion and what you are required to do you just obey. It is mindlessness. Yes there can be pain and discomfort, but this is felt from observation only through receiving and obeying Commanders triggers and instructions. Seeing the footage of my hypnobot self, the majority of the work is prepared by Commander when her hypnobots are put into a deep trance and the instructions are ingrained subconsciously. It is, purely when thinking about it afterward and reflecting on it, the most wonderful pure level of submission i have experienced. I base much of this on being able to observe the films and from feedback by Commander.

    With the above in mind, i felt a hand on my shoulder, heard a command, and i would then be placed into the same hypnobot state. I could recall standing at attention next to hypnobot 2 as we both stared forward. Our gazes locked. In fact our Commander took a photograph and showed us later. We all looked immaculate.

    Following the initial inspection of our uniforms (as hypnobots are to maintain incredibly strict and smart standards) we were then put to various tasks. It goes without saying that we simply obeyed whatever we were ordered to do without any conscious thought.

    It also can take a little bit of time for any recollections to be pieced together. Not all of the session is immediately remembered, and as the mind coalesces and recovers from the experience things do recall. The tasks performed that can be recalled did involve worshipping Commander R’eal shoes, and being an ashtray for our Commanders. Hypnobot 1 could also recall receiving the Commanders strapon at both ends and without any objection to it.

    More clear as things stand is when my hypnobot was brought out of this submissive trance state, back to consciousness, able to converse with both Commanders and hypnobot 2, now also back to normal. The Chanel gifts were greatly appreciated by all and i was able to express as well my appreciation of the immaculate attire of all assembled.

    It was truly a privilege to be able to serve.

    Thank You Commanders and hypnobot 2


  • A ‘Cathartic’ Session of Rediscovery – by Slave Sissy Mouse

    I don’t believe this session write-up needs an introduction as Mousey has written a suitable one himself.  So I will hand you straight over to my ‘rediscovered’ slave:

    A session of rediscovery.

    My latest visit to the House of Deelight comes after many rocky months for me in the real world and the belief that I had completely lost my submission because of it. Despite Mistress telling me it was still there and always would be I just couldn’t see it. Once again as always Mistress was correct and drew it out of me with a session that took me deeper into subspace than I have ever been previously. I don’t know if my write-up below will do it justice because it was a very cerebral experience.

    I think it would be correct to start my write-up by rewinding a few weeks to the beginning of January. Over the new year weekend and as well as the exchange of pleasantries Mistress sent me a ‘write for me’ task. The task was to write the following “My name is Slave Sissy Mouse. Though I feel I have lost my submissive side, my mistress knows that it is still within me.” This was to be done whilst Mistress had restored pc time limits (as well as removing access to twitter and all adult content) just after Christmas. My pc allowance at the time was an hour of access then an hour locked out. I also knew that I would constantly make mistakes by mistyping or missing a word, which then adds extra lines. My first attempt tried my patience so much that I had to walk away and mutter to myself ‘this isn’t bringing my submission back’. A little later I tried attempt number 2, now because I didn’t want it to beat me. Once again, I had to walk away and the same with attempt 3. The following day I noticed my pc time limits were lifted and I had access until 10pm. This time I was determined to complete it and after sitting at my pc for 1hr 23 mins I had completed it. At the end, there was a message from Mistress congratulating me on finishing the task and to edge myself 3 times that day. It also informed me that I had a mere 25 lines to write but with my mistakes I had written 98. I messaged Mistress to inform her that I had finally done it and this is when Mistress told me that she had noticed I had failed on 3 occasions and had tweaked things to ensure I completed it. I duly thanked Mistress for assisting me and for my edges which to be honest were very mechanical and a struggle.

    The following Tuesday was meant to be our first session of the year. I message Mistress to confirm our time and to my surprise received a telephone call from her around an hour later. Mistress informed me that she couldn’t make our session and had rung me to rearrange which we duly did for the following Wednesday. This was a blessing in disguise, I really didn’t feel up for a session and was going mainly to present Mistress with her belated Christmas gift that I didn’t get to give her before Christmas because I had to cancel another session due to ill health. Mistress did text me after the call to say that she felt that I was very matter of fact on the phone and not the usual submissive mousey that she expected. I of course apologised but also pointed out I did say I was not feeling submissive. Mistress replied with “I will find it”.

    On the Saturday I turned my pc on to find Mistress had visited and left me a screensaver of a slave all tied up and a Mistress looking like she was treating him quite harshly, the kind of thing I love. Mistress had also installed Qustodio which is another parental control program. I didn’t realise this at first and wondered why everything I tried to look at on the web either didn’t load of took ages. I just turned my pc off and walked away. This in turn led me to forget my place completely and on Monday sending Mistress a message to hope she had a nice weekend and that mine was spent being annoyed with Qustodio and if she would remove it that would be great. Did you spot the mistake?

    Mistress’s reply later was the following “Thank you for taking the time out to apply tighter controls on my pc, but do you think you could do something different because I’m really struggling with it, Mistress” I looked at the message and thought I didn’t say that and replied with that. To which Mistress’s reply was a to the point “Exactly” and repeated my message back to me. This is when the penny dropped that I have gone way past the line and I had better scramble back over it quickly. The last thing I ever want to do is disrespect Mistress and her dominance and that was exactly what I had just done. I apologised to Mistress and assured her that my attitude would change there and now and that I would arrive on Wednesday with a suitable submissive attitude.

    Finally, Wednesday arrives and I message Mistress to check everything is ok her end for our session. Mistress confirms it is and I get myself ready for my trip to Newport. The first thing was to load Mistress’s Christmas present in the car so I don’t forget it and wait for the clock to tick around. Today is slightly earlier start at 11am so much less waiting. I head off just after 10am and arrive with plenty of time and look at my phone to see a message from Mistress asking me to purchase some lighter gas. I go into Tesco and they don’t sell it so head to the garage near to the HOD no luck there either. I call Mistress to inform her I have failed and she tells me to just buy a couple of disposable lighters instead. I do this and arrive at the HOD and I am met by Mistress looking fabulous as always, this time in a shiny black latex dress. I present to Mistress her present, place the usual supplies that I bring in the kitchen and return. Mistress kindly compliments me on how nicely wrapped her present is and informs me to go upstairs, undress and return. When I return, Mistress is wearing her Christmas gift, Leather thigh boots and instructs me to take a few pictures and then allows me the honour of worshipping them. The smell of the fresh leather is divine even more so when they are covering Mistress’s gorgeous legs and feet. After a few minutes, Mistress informs me to stop and follow her into the dungeon room and pulls out the wooden chair and invites me to sit on it.

    Once I am sat comfortably Mistress starts to seal me in as it were. Blindfold, hands and legs tied to the chair and then a ball gag. I realise I am a simple creature because there is nothing I like better than to be tied up, blindfolded and gagged. Today this seemed (after everything that has been happening in my real life) just perfect. Once I was suitable confined in the chair Mistress informs me that she is expecting a visitor and leaves a long enough pause to make me wonder what sort of visitor. Mistress eventually informs me that another of her regular devotees is dropping off a new coat for her. Mistress knows me and knows that I would have no issue with this, in fact I produces a stirring to confirm I would enjoy someone seeing me in my predicament. Mistress doesn’t fail to pick this up and teases me somewhat about that. Mistress then checks my circulation is ok and then goes in the other room and leaves me with some soothing music. What I realise once Mistress has gone is my mind has switched off. I feel completely relaxed, being bound and gagged has released me from everything and I am enjoying the music nicely relaxing when Mistress enters the room and without a word ‘splosh’ throws cold water over me and leaves. I’m left reeling from the shock and trying to clear it from my nose and then sit there as the cold water slowly trickles down over me! A little while later the front door opens and in walks Mistress’s visitor, no mention is made about me and they both go into the other room and shut the door. I have no idea what is being said (neither do I want to, it’s none of my business) and continue to listen to the music and enjoy my escapism. Suddenly something most strange comes over me, I feel myself descending into an almost hypnotic state and this rush of relaxation washes over me and I just sit there enjoying being in the moment and nothing else matters. After a while the door opens and Mistress says goodbye to her visitor, locks the door and on the way back past checks everything is ok with my circulation. I go back to enjoying my dark and pleasant world when suddenly out of nowhere comes another cascade of water over me. Mistress had snuck into the room without a sound and had been just sitting to my right not making a sound until depositing the water and then asks “Do you feel like you are being watched?”.

    The rest of the session is a bit of a blur, the main reason is Mistress truly spoilt me with the things I enjoy the most so I will just let you know what happened but I can’t remember the order.

    Mistress removed my gag and then proceeded to light a cigarette and remind me what an honour it is for me to be her ashtray, whilst slapping my face, Mistress also commented that my demeanor had changed from when I had arrived and that I was sounding much more like submissive mousey. Mistress said something that amused me and her actions really surprised me because she slapped my face and told me she wasn’t there to amuse me. Slowly the ash was flicked into my mouth until the time had come for Mistress to extinguish her finished cigarette on my tongue. This time, Mistress told me to open wide and spat in my mouth she then proceeded to dab the cigarette around my tongue ensuring it burnt all of it and then popped in the butt and told me to chew. I did as instructed and then Mistress offered me a drink to help it down, I was expecting water but it didn’t taste like water and was slightly warm. Mistress was bestowing me the honour of drinking her champagne, Mistress enquired how it tasted? my reply was “divine Mistress”. Of course, it’s divine it’s from your goddess! I have no idea how much I had drunk but it helped the cigarette butt slide down.

    I then sit there in complete silence awaiting what is coming next (this is where it all goes fuzzy so I am not sure what came next). The all so familiar sound of the vibrating wand starts up and Mistress goes to work teasing me and telling me very firmly that I was not permitted to cum. Over the next however long, Mistress teased me with the wand and her hand getting me close to orgasm many times and whilst doing so extracting information out of me. Information that she could use to humiliate me and the information I gave her was used to humiliate and degrade me there and then. I have never squirmed so much with what Mistress got me to repeat. Even writing this I can’t even bring myself to reveal what it was.

    What this did make me realise is that when Mistress teases and strokes my poor excuse for a cock she has such power over me, because only Mistress can make me so aroused which in turn makes me weak and compliant. Only Mistress can hurt, humiliate, degrade and arouse me. She knows me better than I do, she can press the buttons like no one else can.
    Once Mistress had decided she had teased me enough. She left me to sit and contemplate what had just happened. All I could do is drop my head in shame and marvel at the sheer brilliance of Mistress and her craft. Taking me from someone who didn’t feel submissive to this shaking, adrenaline charged deep submissive state.

    Oh, and amongst all the above there were nipple clamps and nipple pain but I have no idea where to add them in. Only to add that my tolerance to nipple pain is not what it used to be.

    As always, I would like to thank Mistress for my session and taking me on such a journey within a 3-hour time frame. The way Mistress executes her skill and dominance always leaves me breathless even if sometimes when my head is filled with real world stuff I may forget it.


  • 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.


  • Luxurious Gifts of Devotion

    Today was a good day for me.  Not only did I receive two beautiful gifts from two different pets but I have also had the opportunity to take a step back and marvel at the magnificent way in which I have commanded the respect and loyalty from my submissives.

    First of all, Slave Sissy Mouse presented me with a gorgeous pair of Italian Leather thigh boots, a belated Christmas gift. After he had christened them by way of worship I rewarded him with a cathartic descent into subspace; a place he wasn’t sure he’d visit any time soon after having his mind well and truly on other things.

    Then a visit from my Hypnobot followed, with the presentation of a stunning new Jasper Conran winter coat.  Hypnobot has acquired several smart items for me now so he knows my size and chose the perfect fit.  During his brief visit he also presented me with a fabulous silk tie for my dear friend Commander R’eal (Mistress R’eal), in advance of a pending future session.   After my Hypnobot had presented the items to me and taken some photos he was permitted leave, and later emailed me a testimony.  It is important to note that Hypnobot has been hypnotised to feel repulsion at the sight of a cleavage.

    Dear Commander,

    It was so wonderful to be in Your presence earlier, although the cleavage did make Hypnobot 1 stomach turn. It cannot help that reaction and thanks Commander for this.

    Hypnobot 1 truly has never experienced such a level of devotion, servitude and obedience to anyone else, as it has to Commander Deelight. HB1 has attended other Mistresses before You, but no other Commanders, and none as perfect as You.

    You have taken control of me and I am Your Hypnobot.

    Thank You Commander, Your servant xx

    Thank you for my gifts Mousey and Hypnobot xx


  • 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.


  • My Shiny New Pet Puppy

    Puppy Play at the House of Deelight, South Wales

    My new Sissy pet Puppy had bought me a gift, a new latex catsuit but it needed shining…20161109_091443661_iosBefore it could be shined, my pet was made to dress, covering my property in frills and bells…. 20161109_093439269_iosThe full suit, sissy catsuit, puppy ears and a gag were ordered…. 20161109_094116607_iosOnce my latex was shined I wanted photo’s of it along with my new killer heels…… 20161109_095000134_ios 20161109_095013994_ios 20161109_095040940_iosThe puppy was caged before its training commenced……. 20161109_100014459_iosPuppy played fetch and received an insufferable amount of teasing….. 20161109_100544619_ios 20161109_100550403_ios 20161109_100558085_iosThe ultimate humiliation… it was to empty its special lunch into his dog bowl…. 20161109_102258585_ios 20161109_102304017_iosBefore gobbling it all up… nom nom! 20161109_102539055_ios


  • Slave Fuzzy – Mistress Controlled Exercise and Weight Loss

    Professional Mistress, South Wales – Weight Loss and Fitness by Reward and Punishment.

    Slave Fuzzy has been visiting me for just over a year.  He first came to me with the request to lose weight under my control, using reward and punishment as motivation.  In that time, my pet has lost a huge amount of weight whilst gaining a fitter, healthier body and more self-confidence.  As with all my regulars, I have asked him to write for me….

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    I was just over a year ago I went looking for a new Mistress, having been badly let down on a number of occasions by a previous Dom it was time to find something new. After much Internet browsing I came across the Website of Mistress Delight and after making an initial enquiry about the possibility of a corporal punishment session, I was delighted to receive a quick response and was soon booked in. Whilst this post is not to dwell on that particular session I will say it was a great success, limits were tested and plans were made.

    I was now under the delightful spell of my new mistress and left that first session promising to book in again soon stick to my newly set fitness and weight targets, I was a happy slave. However, things didn’t pan out quite that way and I will offer no excuses here. I didn’t motivate myself to get things done and therefore would suffer the consequences, see mistress blog post on February 5th 2016 “Spanking Motivation” for more on that. Leaving that session I felt terrible, I had not kept my word to Mistress and had let myself down, the words “Must Do Better” were ringing in my head as well as Mistress’s Batman Paddle and Big Bastard strap.

    So what has happened well today, that is 19th of November, I have once again visited the house of delight and the results are in. The stone and a half I gained in the six months I was away is now gone, as anyone who has tried to lose weight will tell you putting it on is simple, taking it off well that is hard. However, thanks to a lot of self-determination and the promise of reward or punishment sessions (both punishment and reward sessions have been indulged between February and now) from Mistress have been a huge motivator to get my, pardon the pun ass moving.

    So today’s session, although my joy was almost turned to disappointment when Mistress’s scales read 4lbs heavier than mine had that morning, Mistress decreed I have in fact done very well and she was pleased and therefore I could have a reward today but I was to also face some punishment due to a lot of cancelled appointments (I did show Mistress photographic evidence of my scales as well, to help my case). Very soon I was naked, strapped to Mistress’s bench and receiving 120 hard smacks with my new solid wooden hairbrush on my bare bum. This was the punishment part, the reward well that is between myself and Mistress but suffice to say it was worth it.

    So to conclude, if you want to get fit and lose weight this is a great way to do it. The promise of a lovely reward or a very harsh punishment (these are at Mistress’s discretion) are enough now to keep me going. There is still more to do, more weight to lose more targets to hit and I am sure there will be more rewards and punishments in the future but those will be stories for another time.

    Thank you Mistress for your help and support, I recommend this program to anyone who is trying to get in shape


  • 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.