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  • Slave Taquin’s Blog (excerpt). 18th Feb.

    *Being given something is even better than having something taken away. But either way, I am still being controlled and dominated.*

    My week started very much as the last one had concluded. Feeling a bit low. Nothing particularly dramatic just a bit nahhhh.

    Sunday was quiet as was much of Monday. Part of the reason for feeling a bit low was the fact that I was having a rest from chastity to allow a small sore to heal. It has become such an important part of the confirmation of my enslavement to Mistress that I sometimes believe that I can’t feel horny without it. (That is unless Mistress has me securely restrained at the HOD when it is removed). On Monday evening Mistress proved me wrong once again. She sent me to bed a dribbling mess without a chastity device to be seen………..

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  • New Fetish Clip – Traffic Cop Blackmails Cheating, Speeding Husband

    Traffic Cop Blackmails Cheating, Speeding Husband

    As promised, the clip is now available at clips4sale  and on IwantClips

    Excuse me Sir, would you mind winding your window down. Do you know what speed you were doing? This is the second time I have had to pull you over and at this same location too. I think you have done it on purpose just to get attention from a sexy traffic cop. The only problem is, I know your wife! I go to yoga class with her and she is always talking about you and how she suspects you are up to no good with other women. I also happen to know that the lady sat next to you in the passenger seat isn’t your wife either. I have all this as evidence on my body-cam. Your wife told me that if she ever had solid proof of you cheating that she would take you to the cleaners, she would have everything from you, the house, the car, the kids, you wouldn’t be left with a penny to your name. You’d be destitute and on the streets. I don’t think you really want that to happen do you? So now you have a choice; you either accept the three terms of my of the offer I’m about to give you, or I hand over the evidence to your wife. The three terms are as follows:

    You are going to give me access to your bank accounts and credit accounts by adding me as a cardholder, providing me with cards and pin numbers. I know your wife doesn’t manage or look at your accounts, she’s told me you don’t allow her too.
    You are going to learn to use your mouth. Since you like using it so much with your arrogant and gobby attitude, you are are going to dump your lady friends and come work for me in your spare time, at my exclusive glory hole.
    You are going to give me your asshole. You are an asshole after-all, and asshole’s deserve to be used. I am going to train you to take all of my strapons until you can take this huge black one. Once I know you are trained, your spare time is going to be spent as my rent boy!

    It’s either that, or you lose everything to divorce! You have 48 hours to report to me.

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  • 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.


  • Good Slaves Show Appreciation.

    Whilst doing my emails yesterday I arrived at these two sweet messages of appreciation from submissive and polite gentlemen.  The rest of you who regularly follow me on twitter and enjoy my website but don’t show gratitude, would do well to take note.  Below the messages you will find a nice easy way to find and remember how to get to my amazon wishlist.


  • 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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  • 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


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Committed for a Year!

    A couple of weeks ago something happened that proved the ultimate act of submission by a slave, both financially and psychologically.  Slave Taquin committed to serve me on a monthly basis for the next 12 months.  “How did he do this?”, I hear you ask.  I am going to tell you.

    I know slave Taquin very well.  Readers of this blog will recall that I probably know him better than he knows himself.  I know him inside and out.  Every mark on his body and every dark pathway inside his mind. I have explored, controlled and conquered it all. I also know much about his vanilla life too.  All this information has been consensually extracted over the past couple of years and I have used this knowledge to perfectly groom my slave in every way.

    A few months ago, during a session and further through text message conversations, I told my slave that he must commit to serve me for another 12 months starting in January 2017. I told him that he must start saving his spare income and working harder to earn the money to pay for 12 months worth of sessions and distance control in one go. He knew he had no choice because of all that I have on him, and so my slave saved and saved. (Note to reader: the blackmail aspect of this scenario is totally consensual, though my slave would never dare to test it by way of defiance!)

    The ultimate act of submission took place via Teamviewer, where I logged into my slaves internet banking (whilst he had the input disabled on his pc in order that he could not stop me) and transferred a large 4 figure sum of money to my own bank account.  As soon as I finalised the transfer, my slave knew there was no going back.  Well technically there is; he can withdraw from service at any time but I don’t give refunds! lol. He won’t withdraw his service though, because he knows that I have a fantastic year of sessions planned for him! Keep reading to hear Taquin’s account of this event…


    I will concentrate this week on one momentous morning in particular. For those who follow Mistresses Twitter profile you will know already what I am talking about. It was this week that Mistress ensured that I will remain enslaved to her until January 2018. And yes I do mean 2018! Of course it has been done with my total consent. Mistress is totally responsible and professional in everything that she does. But somehow she makes me desperate to submit further and deeper as every day goes by. This week was a perfect example of this. I had known of my fate for some time. I had agreed to prepay for twelve, two and a half hour sessions. I had agreed to prepay for daily distance control, enforced chastity, PC and Phone control. I had agreed to submit to Mistresses total control of my fetish existence. I had agreed to all of this knowing that once completed there would be no know going back. But up until this week I hadn’t actually taken that final step and paid over what is a substantial amount of money.

    It was on Monday that I received a text from Mistress that told me that I was to wear my collar and to bring my butt-plug to my session the following week. But it was in that same text that Mistress informed me that she required me to commit to the next 12 month contract in advance of my session. Apparently she would allow me to watch her transfer the funds from my bank account to hers as she was going to access my PC using TeamViewer. She informed me that I would be unable to stop her doing anything that she wished as she would lock out my keyboard whilst moving the funds. The text sent me into a dithering dribbling state for 3 reasons. Firstly I was conscious that Mistress required payment (and therefore my absolute commitment to her) in advance of my next session. Was this additional leverage going to be used against me in some way? Secondly because Mistress had made it clear that I was going to be powerless to prevent her taking what was now rightfully hers. And thirdly that Mistress had finished her text by telling me that, if I was very good, I might be allowed to remove the device and stroke myself very slowly whilst she transferred the monies. I do of course understand that this is a case of classic conditioning. Mistress allows me pleasure to reinforce my good behaviour. I know this but it makes no difference at all. Mistress allows me to touch her property no more than 3 or 4 times in a year now. It is such a rare treat!

    And as if this wasn’t enough to ensure that thoughts of my submission to Mistress filled every dark corner of my mind she then sent me a gorgeous picture of herself in beautiful black lingerie. I joked with her about the possibility that I might spontaneously cum in my device. Unfortunately this is a physical impossibility as far as I am concerned. The only time that I have ever cum in a device is when Mistress forced me to do so with the use of a large vibrator at the HOD.

    Mistress has ensured my desperation this week by allowing me continued access to Twitter. She knows what it does to me when she uses it as a tool to tease me with. My desperation intensified when I asked for permission to read the blogs that Mistress was posting on her website (I could see from Twitter the titles of what she was posting). Her response was a simple, firm and slightly dismissive ‘Nope’. I am never sure if this is a win, win scenario or a lose, lose! By that I mean that I really wanted to know what Mistress had blogged. I wanted to read what she had said at the beginning of my blogs and I wanted to read those of her other slaves. But I also get so excited when Mistress exerts her authority by denying me. The net result was to leave me a desperate dribbling mess, but I still hadn’t been allowed onto her website.

    By the time I sent my Thursday morning text to Mistress she had me just where she needed me, desperate for even more attention, whatever it entailed. Following a short exchange of texts Mistress tweeted to all her followers that ‘today is the day that Slave Taquin commits financially and mentally to me for 12 long months of torment’. It was around mid morning when Mistress sent me a text to tell me that she was waiting for me. I hurried into my workshop and looked at my PC screen. Mistress had arrived! The notes page was open and the camera was on. I sat in front of it and saw the image of myself staring back at me. As normal Mistress could see me but I wasn’t allowed to see her. The cursor moved on my screen and Mistress started to type instructions on the notes page.

    ‘Ok pet, you may remove your device and start stroking yourself very slowly’. I eagerly did as instructed, put the device down and took hold of Mistresses property for the first time in many months. It responded as it should. It can never feel as good as when Mistress works her magic on it but the sensation was wonderful nonetheless. I looked back up at my screen to find my banking screen open and to see my cursor hovering between my personal vanilla accounts and my business accounts. I typed into the notes page the name of the account where I had been depositing my ‘fetish savings’ over the previous 12 months. It also contained my savings for the tax man and so when Mistress told me that she was about to empty all of its contents with the exception of £200 I told her that would cause me a big problem! It was an illustration of the power she held over me at that moment. Of course I knew that she was just winding me up. Mistress can make me do whatever she wants. She doesn’t need to abuse her position. And apart from that Mistress plays the ‘long game’. She knows that she can keep me as her slave for whatever time she chooses. She would never abuse that position for a ‘quick buck’.

    ‘here we go slave, your commitment starts now…… stroke for me nice and slow while I take my dues’. I tried to type something into notes as a response but found myself frozen out from my PC. This was it!!!
    I just watched and stroked as Mistress moved the cursor quickly and expertly around my screen. I could do nothing now but stroke and watch as Mistress took what was now rightfully hers. I watched as she opened my account, located the payments option, selected her account, entered the amount, hovered briefly over the submit button (teasing me with the finality of it all) and clicked. It was done. My account balance was significantly reduced and I was fucked! OMG!
    It was at this moment that I realised that I had been slowly stroking the whole time, and I was so close to orgasm. Without releasing my precious grip I used the other hand and sent Mistress a text. ‘Please may I cum Mistress?’ in that moment it seemed like a reasonable request. It would have been the most expensive orgasm in my life! Mistress opened up notes again on my screen and typed ‘Nope’. ‘Wait until your boner to go down and then put the Bon4 on’. ‘I want you to feel the full weight of your commitment to me’. ‘and send me a photo as proof’.
    And so within a few minutes I had locked myself up and sent the picture, showing the number of the coded lock, to Mistress. I was trapped once again. Mistress then took the time to put me firmly in my place. She started gently by telling me how proud she was of me. I glowed with satisfaction. And concluded with ‘It gives you so much pleasure because I am the only woman who truly knows you and who truly knows how to expertly use that knowledge to manipulate and control you’. This last point is the ultimate truth. I have told Mistress so much and she has extracted so much from me. This knowledge provides her with the foundation that she needs. But the most important thing is that Mistress has empathy. She understands me and how to control me with my own weaknesses.
    I thanked Mistress for being willing to take me on for another year. I told her how much I was looking forward (desperate!) to seeing her the following week at the HOD. She concluded by telling me that she also ‘looked forward to it in so many ways, and for so many reasons’ – what did Mistress mean by this??!! – and then signed off with ‘happy head fuck’.
    And that is how my week has concluded. I have a session next week. Mistress has gone out of her way to tell me that it is ‘a big day’ for me. She is obviously relishing the prospect of whatever she has planned and I am trembling in terrifying nerve jangling anticipation!


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 57

    This week I decided it was time for me, once again, to take advantage of having access to my Slave’s computer and Amazon account.  Who would spend £20 of their own money on a luxury biscuit hamper for themselves?  Not me! So that’s why I spent his money instead.  What did he get in return?  He got to eat his own toenails!

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    Distance control journal week 57

    The start of this week (as always on a Sunday) is enjoying the afterglow of my session the previous day with Mistress. I tried to put into words the session in last week’s blog but the truth is it was really indescribable and left me with a deeper feeling of submission than I ever felt before. It also left me incredibly drained and as such I had a lazy Sunday lie in. I messaged Mistress my weight (still no change 15st 9lb which to be honest was a surprise because in the last week my appetite has gone through the roof) and got on with writing my week 56 journal. Around midday Mistress replied that she too had enjoyed a lie in and had just woke up. This was great to hear because as we all know Mistress is a very busy lady and rarely gets time for herself. I duly sent my journal and a photo of my lunch and heard nothing more from Mistress today.

    Monday and my message to Mistress was as always to wish her a nice day and inform her that I was still enjoying the afterglow of our session. Mistress was pleased to hear this and apart from sending my required daily picture of my lunch I heard nothing more from Mistress until later that evening when I got an email from Amazon confirming my order. My first thought was my Amazon account had been hacked and then the penny dropped. Mistress had for the first time been shopping on my account via TeamViewer and helped herself without asking or telling me. I can’t deny this did arouse me greatly. I have wondered what it would feel like for quite a while if Mistress just helped herself (we have previously discussed this but quite a while back) and I got my answer incredibly arousing. Mistress messaged me a bit later to inform me that she was feeling peckish and thought she would browse Amazon for luxury biscuits at my expense. I also had no pc access today but to be fair I have been granted a fair amount over the last week, although I have had very little to look at with no twitter or adult access.

    Tuesday arrives and after an unexpected lie in I message Mistress around 40 minutes late. I then open my pc to find a recording of Mistress’s TeamViewer visit, unfortunately it doesn’t work but when I click on twitter I find I have been granted access. I message Mistress to thank her for my twitter access (although not on my phone but that is not a bad thing) and also for helping herself to her gifts. Mistress replied a little later that she had enjoyed helping herself and it helped with her battle of buying herself expensive biscuits. I replied that I had looked forward to her helping herself for quite a while and really enjoyed getting the email last night. Mistress replied by sending me a picture of her looking fabulous and almost bursting out of a red satin blouse I had bought from her wish list a week or so before. Once lunchtime arrived I had a task that Mistress had set me whilst I was strapped to the gyno bench on Saturday. Mistress had noticed that my toenails were quite long and told me to cut them and mix them with my lunch one day this week. So today was the day and I duly trimmed my nails and chopped the nails into small bits as a garnish for my pasta lunch. I sent Mistress the evidence and my reply was some disgusted emoji’s. I do have to worry about my mind and my love of degradation because when Mistress informed me of what she wanted me to do I just said yes Mistress and it doesn’t even register with me that it is slightly disgusting thing to do.

    On Wednesday I hear nothing from Mistress until later in the evening. I sent my morning message and my not so disgusting lunch picture and get on with my day. It is so nice that I now don’t get hung up on what might happen and just flow through the day. I did however suffer a bit of sub drop today but that was to be expected after my session on Saturday. In the evening I have an unexpected email from Mistress to discuss dates for upcoming sessions and confirm times etc. I have been very lavish and have my next session only two weeks after the last one to make up for the massive gaps I have had this year. I also inform Mistress that I have a busy day and early start so my message maybe late tomorrow. Mistress is very understanding and informs me that she too has a busy day.

    As predicted on Thursday I don’t manage to message Mistress until around 9am and then sent a picture of my lunch around 1pm. I hear nothing from Mistress today but I knew she had a busy day.

    Friday and I awake to a surprise message from Mistress wishing me good morning which was nice. I thank Mistress for her message and wish her a nice day and get on with mine. At lunch as always I send my picture of what I am eating. Around 5pm Mistress sends a message enquiring how I am and also asks about my sub drop which I had on Wednesday. I was having a very busy day and didn’t read the message for around an hour. I was pleased to report to Mistress that the sub drop was only temporary.

    On Saturday I message Mistress to wish her a nice day and to inform her that I have once again a very busy and possibly long day. (I am writing this blog at 8pm on a Saturday evening because my Sunday is also very busy). Mistress wished me good luck with my busy day and says that I will need my session next Saturday to relax. So very true I am already looking forward to my alone time chained to the toilet. I send Mistress my daily picture of my lunch and inform her I have had to order new knickers because the old ones are now falling down. Although I don’t seem to have lost much weight I am shrinking in size and I now have to order size 14. I also inform Mistress that I can fit into the SHB outfit without a corset. Mistress replies that she is very pleased and hopes that this will be the inspiration to keep going with the exercise and diet. It also made me remember the first session I had with Mistress almost 3 years ago and me crawling up the stairs behind her and Mistress saying if you want to be my slave you will have to lose weight. At that time is was 18st so yes Mistress has been a great inspiration to me and I hate to think how heavy I would be now.

    As this week has been quiet it has given me time to reflect on a few things that make me both smile and shake my head. I have not had any adult content access for quite a while, (I can’t remember exactly how long) the last time I was granted adult access it was because I had eaten my lunch off of the bathroom floor soaked in my own piss. Once I got adult access all I wanted to do was catch up with the blogs on Mistress’s website not go off and look at all and sundry. As Mistress now gets a weekly report of my online activities I now just check every day if I can view her website and then keep everything very vanilla. Mistress is now my complete kinky world so why do I need to look at anything else? Mistress did comment this week that my weekly report was very boring. I’m still not sure if that meant I have not been trying to look at stuff or that my online world is now very dull with her control. The other effect this has on me is my depraved imagination has been working overtime because if you can’t look at it then you can imagine it.

    I also now spend every day with trepidation when I use any app on my phone. Twitter is still banned on my phone and after Mistress turned my text messages off (albeit by accident) I am now grateful every day that I can have access to my phone. After Mistress shot across my bow so to speak a few weeks ago and duly reminded me of my place coupled with everything she has access to has ensured that I am now behaving myself in a suitably appropriate manner.