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  • Slave Taquin – Session Report – What the Fuck Happened?

    Slave Taquin has been good to me in recent weeks however I have also noted his errors.  The errors were all recorded in a document and I decided because I was feeling sadistic that day, that he was going to pay for his errors in this session.  I really did unleash my inner beast onto him and he left not knowing what the fuck had hit him.  Guess what? He still loves me ;)


    I left the HOD disorientated and shocked. I had just realised that this weeks session had been carefully planned to hurt, humiliate and punish me. Even the ‘good bits’ had been part of the overall plan to result in my eventual despair. The timing of such a session was perfectly planned. It happened when I least expected it. In my mind I had been such a good slave recently. I had contributed financially (in a small way) to both of Mistresses holidays, I had bought her gifts, I had delayed my session by a week in order to spend a day doing an urgent vanilla task for her and only the night before my session I had agreed to buy Mistress an expensive outfit that she had fallen in love with. Of course, my relationship with Mistress is not ‘transactional’. I wouldn’t want or expect a genuine sub domme relationship to work that way. It is a long term relationship where I have to accept and come to terms with whatever Mistress thinks is best for me, or happens to please her on a given day. As she reminded me yesterday, I need to learn to take the rough with the smooth. I can never know what comes next. I know from past experience that it won’t be long before I find myself referring to this weeks session as a positive experience. It is just that today it still hurts!

    I am writing this section of my blog 2 days after the session. You will tell from it that the events are still vivid and raw in my mind. But I should also say that Mistress has been looking after me ever since, building me back up piece by piece. She is a genuine, dominant and powerful Mistress and she cares for me in her unique and wonderful way. I love being her submissive slave. This weeks session was tough for me. As part of my ‘recovery’ from it I felt the need to write about it now as I know that it will be difficult for me.

    On parking close to the HOD I checked my phone to find that Mistress had left me a message. It was the sort of message that inevitably excites me. It was a set of clear instructions as to what I was to do on entering the HOD. There is little better than being ‘bossed about’ by Mistress as far as I am concerned. 10 minutes later I found myself naked (apart from my slave collar and chastity device), kneeling on the dungeon floor, facing the fireplace, head down with the items that I had bought with me laid out neatly in front of me. I had bought my key safe containing the key to the chastity device, Viagra, ‘The Vice’ chastity device and £210 cash for Mistress to buy her outfit. (The cash had been removed from the money I am saving up for another 12 months as Mistress Deelight’s slave – I will just have to work/save harder!).

    Mistress entered the room and immediately blindfolded me. She made me stand, take 2 steps back and sit on the hard wooden chair she had placed behind me. My arms and wrists were gaffer taped to the chair back. My thighs were then gently but firmly tied to the chair. I love the feeling of soft rope bindings and this combined with the moments when I felt Mistresses body lean in against mine ensured that her property grew and dribbled in its cage. Mistress then gaffer taped my ankles to the chair, made me swallow a Viagra, checked that I had no possible means of escape and left the room. Over the next hour Mistress occasionally returned to the room, chatted about the music she was playing me and treated me to the very occasional tantalising torment of her touch on my body. I was drifting gently into subspace when I heard Mistresses steps approaching once again. This time I could tell that she was wearing heels and therefore that my session proper was about to start. As always I had no idea what lay ahead. Mistress had talked earlier of ‘fun and games’ and ‘surprises’. Both comments had worried me as I always consider that my needs are quite basic and straightforward. Mistress has a history of pushing my boundaries to ensure that I am never too comfortable or complacent.

    The session started so well. Mistress teased and tormented my securely bound body with her hands and her body. Very quickly her Viagra fuelled property was trying to burst out of its stainless steel cage. But the cage stayed firmly in place.

    Mistress cut through the gaffer tape bindings on my wrists and replaced them with some cuffs. They felt light and soft, not like any other cuffs that I had experienced before. She then did the same with my ankles. I was told to open wide whilst Mistress tried to apply a gag, but this gags ball was too large for my mouth and so Mistress just applied it sitting on the outside of my mouth. I thought this was odd as she would normally get the smaller gag to make sure that it did its required job effectively. It was only as Mistress was applying a collar around my neck, that also felt soft and comfortable’ that I realised what was happening. I had seen a tweet from Mistress only a few days earlier that displayed a photo of a set of pink, light bondage items that I assumed would be used on the Sissies within her ever growing stable (or should that be Harem?). I muttered past the gag that I guessed that I now looked ‘pretty in pink’. Mistress didn’t reply. I heard her go upstairs and return a few minutes later. She lifted my arms in front of me and fitted a bra on me. Next, the bandage blindfold that had been obscuring my vision since the beginning of the session was replaced by a lightweight elasticated blindfold. And finally, I felt Mistress put a wig on my head. I should say at this point that wearing women’s clothes is not my ‘thing’ (in the same way that many chaps wouldn’t find anything remotely exciting about having their tackle locked in a stainless steel device – which is definitely one of my ‘things’). And neither is humiliation. And so when I felt Mistress sit on my lap, in a way that told me that she was taking a selfie of the two of us for online publication, and I heard the click of the photo being taken I was far from excited. But what happened next was even worse. Mistress removed my blindfold, stood in front of me and started to video me. Mistress made me say things that I didn’t want to say and made me feel terrible. I was mortified. I wondered if this was being done to punish me or was her way of playing to my Blackmail fetish. I still don’t know the answer to that question although I have concluded that it was the former rather than the latter. (If Mistress really wants to blackmail me she has already illustrated the fact that she can do all sorts of things that would scare me sufficiently to ensure my compliance without resorting to the ‘nuclear’ option).

    Once happy that she had completed her video Mistress began to tease me. It was lovely of course. It is one of the things that I enjoy most and Mistress is so good at it. I allowed the horrors of the humiliation and video to start to drift into the background as the sensations of touch, smell and vision (Mistress was wearing a fabulous black body suit and looked every past the magnificent woman that she is) filled my body and soul. After a little while Mistress sat on my lap facing away from me and started to read from her phone. It started ‘May the 15th. Today I sent an e mail to Princess without Mistresses permission’, or something similar. I really can’t remember the content but basically Mistress had stored up all of my confessional emails or blogs and was reading each one back to me. And as she concluded each confession (and there were lots of them) she would slap my legs, hard. I hate pain (how many times have you heard me say that) but I know that it is something that I have to endure. It is a true punishment for me in a relationship that I want to be 100% genuine. Today Mistress really hurt me. She slapped and slapped until I could not bear it any longer and then she pinched the area of sore skin before moving onto the next confession and the next part of my soft exposed flesh. In between each set of slaps, she would tease me with her body and her touch. She then stood in from of me and admonished me further whilst whipping my legs with a lightweight but effective tawse. And again in between each session of excruciating pain she teased me. By the time that she had finished I was shaking uncontrollably. Mistress slowly removed my bindings and teased me as she did it. I began to calm down and cheer up a bit as despite the pain I was desperately in need of an orgasm. The device had remained on until this point and so I so looked forward to it being removed for just a little while. Mistress looked me in the face and said ‘go upstairs and get dressed’. I looked back at her feeling totally shocked and confused. I asked if my session was really over. She repeated her instruction. I staggered to the bottom of the stairs disorientated by what had happened and the fact that I was going to be sent home without an orgasm. I had waited so long and suffered so much in the anticipation of this one kindness from Mistress. I looked back at Mistress as I was about to climb the stairs hoping that she would say ‘only joking’. Instead, she mocked me and told me to get on with it. 5 minutes later I heard Mistress laughing at me as I left the HOD still disorientated and confused by what had happened. I was in something of a state!

    Mistress has been kind to me since my session. She has shown genuine concern for my well being. I have subsequently found out that Mistress had become increasingly annoyed by some of my behaviours and had decided to ensure that I remembered her dissatisfaction. She also told me that my session happened to fall on a day when she was feeling particularly sadistic and that she had decided to enjoy the opportunity that my bad behaviour had offered up to her.

    This is what I have signed up to. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I am picking myself up again and still consider myself to be the luckiest slave alive. I will just have to have better behaved in future.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Session Write Up – I Don’t Know What To Say!

    I know it’s been a great session when my slave ends it with the words, “I don’t know what to say!”.  And of course he would be speachless after having been given the Deelight-Factor.  Dressed in my sexiest black lingerie, armed with a silver tongue, sharp mind and the E-stim Electro Pebble device, I delivered a knock out session for this bumbling slave.


    I just don’t know what to say.

    The above was all I could utter at the end of my latest visit to Mistress. However, I suppose it’s best to start off at the beginning.
    I arrive at the House of Deelight at my allotted time of 11am walk through the door and met immediately by Mistress looking fabulous as ever sporting her new blonde hair and to get me bumbling black bra, pants, stockings and suspenders. Mistress enquires how I am? “Bumbling” is my reply looking Mistress in the eyes and nowhere around them. I then have to confess immediately that I have forgotten to wear my lovely collar but I did remember everything else (apart from the diet coke but Mistress already knew that).
    Mistress was today in the mood to get on and enquires if ‘I need a chat or want to start as she had planned?’ “As you planned Mistress” was my reply and was duly sent upstairs to strip and use the toilet and return. On my return Mistress offered me the wooden chair and went about gathering the equipment she needed, sending me back upstairs to get the bandage blindfold, which I manage to do with minimum bumbling. I then resit in the chair and whilst Mistress attaches me to the chair we have a chat about this and that until I am securely fastened. With that Mistress tells me to be quiet, enjoy the music and leaves the room. I can hear her picking up the bag I have brought with me and then shuts the door.

    Sat in the dark with no escape usually starts to cleanse my brain, the last few visits I have been unable to do that but today it works wonders and I drift off into a trance like state. I’m not even sure if I nodded off at one point; I was that relaxed and secure. After a while Mistress’s voice rang out from the other room enquiring about all the bank cards I have in my wallet. This was something new for me, I have left my wallet many times before but this is the first time (to my knowledge) Mistress has looked through it. I had to think hard about what cards were in there as I didn’t want Mistress to think I was hiding anything from her. After I had given an explanation I just receive a cursory ‘Hmmm’ from Mistress and I go back to my dark serene place but not for long. I hear Mistress open the door and enter the room, then something sharp starts to poke Mistresses property. “Can you guess what I have found?” says Mistress. I reply with great glee ‘Your very sharp Australian hunting knife Mistress?’ At my last session Mistress had been unable to find her treasured knife and joy of joys she had found it. With it came a period of me staying very still whilst Mistress run the knife over me. I love knife play there is something very exciting (and dark) about someone you trust having an instrument that in the wrong hands would take someone’s life. Mistress at the same time was circling me like a bird of prey waiting for the moment to strike and strike she did not with talons but her sharp mind and tongue. Pointing out that after her recent period of ill health Mistress is firmly back and to expect any niceness to be a trap for what lies beneath. Reminding me that no matter how much I fight my mental battle against my loss of control, I had already lost it a long time ago. This is true but it still doesn’t stop me having my periods of anxiety about it.
    Mistress also informs me that the security cam she has set up on her phone will stay connected at all times so if she chooses she could monitor whenever she likes and that disconnection will come with severe penalties. What these would be I don’t know but I must be honest if I have one of my famous wobbles I will find out soon enough.

    After Mistress has finished informing me of life under Deelight 2.0 she begins the remove the ropes and cuffs that have secured me to the chair and leaving me blindfolded directs me to the bottom of the stairs and instructs me to crawl up them. Once on my hands and knees Mistress notices something that even now makes me shudder with embarrassment, a small piece of toilet paper stuck to my bum crack! This Mistress finds very funny, describes it looking like a piggy tail and of course takes a picture. (I have begged Mistress not to include it in her blog but I have been unable to meet the terms for removal). I plead that I can remove the ‘piggy tail’ it in the bathroom but that is met with a resounding ‘No’. With that I am directed into the boudoir and up onto the bed (still blindfolded). Mistress then goes about attaching my ankles and wrists with cuffs and then attaches a very gentle nipple device to me. It’s called a tower of pain and it has a bar with 2 clover clamps and an adjustable bar that is screwed clockwise and this tugs on the clamps leaving Mistress with handsfree nipple torture. With this primed Mistress then introduces me to her new E-stim Pebble. Mistress informs me that this is less harsh than the electric box she previously used but will leave me very disorientated during its use.
    Mistress began by attaching pads one to my thigh and the other to her property and switches on the Pebble. All I can feel is a pulse in my thigh so that pad is removed and attached to Mistresses property. Switch on again and working nicely. Mistress then starts my torment and pleasure. I can’t remember all the settings but they did exactly what it said on the tin. One was called split and it really did feel like Mistresses property was being torn apart. Then came ‘Audio’ this was something else and Mistress chose a song by Sam Smith and this had me writhing about the bed tugging on the restraints. With every setting Mistress also introduced the wand, tightened the nipple clamps and brought me to edge so many times, most of which I thought I was going over. Mistress firmly reminded me that if I cum without permission she was still going to carry on and I know what that torture feels like. After I have no idea how long Mistress then comes to the ‘Milk’ setting and this does exactly that. You feel pulses running up the shaft of Mistress’s cock and added to that Mistress expertly working the wand and me into a frenzy. I was pulling at those restraints so hard that I thought something would give, either the cuffs or my joints. Finally, with me pulling so hard on the restraints Mistress holds the wand and directs her property towards my face and treats me to a lovely facial with my own cum. I can feel myself pulsing and pulsing until there is no more and all that is left is the pain of the electrics which Mistress kindly switches off and leaves me completely speechless which I maintained for quite a while afterwards.
    Mistress being the caring lady that she is let me enjoy my post orgasm glow for a few minutes before unclipping the very stretched nipple clamps and leaving me writhing around in pain because my hands are still cuffed unable to hold and sooth my nipples.
    After the nipple pain calms down Mistress uncuffs me and I just lie on the bed unable to converse or compute what just happened. I was incredibly mentally disorientated as Mistress said I would be. That was one of the most sensory overloaded experiences I have ever enjoyed.

    Once I get my senses back I go for a shower and finally get to remove the shame of my toilet paper piggy tail. Clean of body (but not mind) I dress and return downstairs for a post session calm down and chat before it is very quickly time to return to the real world.

    As always, a massive thank you to Mistress for a mind and cock blowing session and I am writing this under the very watchful eye of the security cam. Not knowing if I am being watched of not.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – A Ringside Seat

    I know that Sissy Mouse has always enjoyed being an observer of me in action and that he also enjoys being ignored, with that in mind I decided to use his time to film some custom fetish videos for other slaves while my slave sat helplessly bound to the bondage chair in a needy twitchy state!  Before I humiliated him with his brand new outfit!


    A ringside seat.

    My latest visit to Mistress at the House of Deelight arrived a luxurious 2 weeks after my last visit. This was due to my current neediness and the inability to last the usual 3 to 4 weeks without a session. Before I go into the session itself I will recap on happenings since my last visit.
    A couple of days after my last session where Mistress had installed Qustodio on my shiny new phone I worked out how to remove it. This I must be honest brought me a degree of sadness because I like no escape. It’s like being locked up and then given the key, what’s the point? So, a message to Mistress to say I think I might be able to remove Qustodio and with a message returned saying ‘I doubt it but you can try’. 30 seconds later it’s gone. This brought annoyance to both of us and the messages ended with Mistress saying, ‘I will investigate that’.
    The next few days are quiet apart from me requesting some session date changes and responding to Mistress’s request for some further items to enhance her serene ‘Woman cave/pet control centre’. However, this all changed on Tuesday when I received a message containing a link and a message from Mistress to inform me to install the link. I do as instructed and what I had done was allow Mistress to install Netsanity on my phone. Whilst no quite as intrusive as Qustodio I did my research and this cannot be removed without a code. I thanked Mistress for my update and after some tweaking by Mistress later in the day I was now able to use my phone but now unable to view any adult sites. Mistress also informed me I was keeping this until she had worked out Qustodio. I spent that evening reminded of many of Slave Taquin’s blogs where I felt like I was being watched from afar.

    The rest of the week passes quietly apart from Mistress sending me messages that kept me in a high state of horny and neediness, including a TeamViewer visit leaving me with a video of a slave being ruthlessly caned resulting in him cowering on the floor begging for mercy. I do love Mistress’s mind and that whole scenario get me even further flustered.
    On the Sunday evening Mistress had managed to make me squirm without even realising it. I had no internet access on my phone and twitter had stopped updating for around 2 hours. I messaged Mistress around 8.30pm but didn’t get a reply (well it was Sunday evening). Mistress replied in the morning to say she had taken Sunday off so there was no tinkering with my phone, ending the message in true Mistress style with ‘that I can remember lol’. I confirmed it was now working ok but it still made me squirm.

    Finally, we arrive at the day of my session with Mistress. I duly message Mistress to confirm the time and Mistress replies and confirms as such and enquired if I am in a suitable submissive state? I confirm that I indeed am in such a state (I am constantly in that state now). As ever the morning drags along until it is time to leave for Newport. I arrive a little early as always and wait around the corner for the clock to tick around to 11am and duly walk through the door carrying my usual offerings. I lock the front door open the inner door to be met by Mistress looking fabulous as ever, this time wearing the lace playsuit I had bought from her wishlist, her well received shiny tights and thigh boots. Mistress knowing the state I am now constantly in did a little twirl and a teasing wiggle before instructing me to kneel in front of her there and then. Mistress enquired what I have brought in the bag and listened with great glee to some of the items. We have a lovely catch up with me barely through the door still on my knees looking up at a vision of lace enveloped beauty. Mistress then instructs me to unpack the bag, leave my phone on the kitchen worktop and present what I have brought, which is some money for advanced sessions, some stamps that Mistress wanted and something that will no doubt make me squirm later in life, my bank account secure key. I present the money in the appropriate manner, held between my lips for Mistress to remove and count. Once checked (always with my heart in my mouth) Mistress orders me upstairs to use the toilet, strip and return.

    With Mistress’s orders carried out. I return and Mistress informs me that our session today is going to be very relaxed, then instructs me to unbuckle the straps on the bondage chair and invites me to sit. Whilst strapping me in Mistress informs me that she has made a video clip of what she offers with regard to pc and phone domination and that whilst I am sat in the chair Mistress will make good use of my time by catching up on custom clips. As Mistress is about to buckle the blindfold, she holds it steady by pushing her fabulous breast against the leather giving me a smell of her lovely perfume and teasing me about how close my face is to them. Once this is done and I can’t see, Mistress ties a spare strap around her pathetic cock and tightens it to ensure if it gets happy it’s going to hurt.

    Mistress then goes about setting up for her first piece to camera and we share a little joke about pressing record after Mistress filmed some clips last time I was restrained and ignored upstairs and Mistress filmed both clips on pause (Mistress wasn’t best pleased at the time and whipped my cock for it I believe). Mistress then starts doing her piece to camera and as always, I am incredibly impressed how she does these clips off the cuff. Once finished Mistress goes through her list and finds one that she really wants to do in front of me, an adult baby humiliation clip. Mistress once again does her piece to camera and whilst doing so the strap around Mistress’s property clamps her growing cock with vigour due to the content of the clip. I also hear her mention a new frilly dress and hear her remove it from the bag.

    Once finished Mistress returns her attention to me and notices I feel slightly cold and comments that she has something for me to wear to keep warm, Removes the blindfold and shows me the frilly dress that she mentioned in the clip and teases me on what a pwetty baby sissy I will look. Mistress then removes the straps and invites me to stand slowly and offers me the dress to put on. It fits lovely and with that Mistress catches me out by popping a dummy in my mouth and leaves me to look in the mirror at the state of me whilst she goes upstairs and gathers some other items. Mistress then returns with some satin frilly knickers, a bright pink wig and my glasses so I can look at myself clearly to really soak up the shame. Once I am wearing everything Mistress instructs me to stand still and only look at myself in the mirror whilst she enjoys some lunch. Mistress says something and I look at her to reply only to be told quite sharply ‘Did I say stop looking in the mirror’. I must say words will never describe how humiliated and aroused looking at myself in the mirror made me. Even worse once Mistress had finished her lunch she decided she should share the moment with a video via twitter pointing out in the video my state of arousal. With the video posted, Mistress takes the customary ‘leverage’ shot and invites me back in the chair and buckles me in. Whilst doing so Mistress asks me to recall the things that have happened over the last three years whilst I have been in the bondage chair. I go through a list of the stand out moments, the creation of sissy mouse, the surprise double domme session with Mistress R’eal having their kebab order written on my arms and sent out to find a shop open, Mistress once changing outfits just out of view but pointing out she was naked and the one Mistress pointed out that she particularly liked was a ruin one hot day in July 14. Oh happy days all of them.
    Once Mistress has me secure once again in the chair she goes to the kitchen and collects my phone and sits down in front of me and starts going through it. I have known Mistress a long time and trust her implicitly but it still makes me nervous now she has this much access. Mistress kindly reads me a text from someone and then goes about setting up Qustodio once again. We also discuss what will happen once Mistress has my bank secure key. With this in Mistress’s possession I will have to ask her permission before I can make any new payments and why I want to make that payment. As it will be kept in Mistress’s chastity key safe at home I will have to wait for a time that is convenient for Mistress. Above all, I won’t be able to change any passwords on my own account only Mistress can do this and if she chooses can completely lock me out. Another tool Mistress has, to keep me compliant along with assigning my phone to TeamViewer so she can access it anytime she wants. With all this done Mistress heads upstairs to collect some toys and returns with the wand and the electrics case. Mistress plugs in the wand and starts working on her aroused cock and as I still have the dummy in my mouth it’s not ‘edge Mistress’ it’s of course ‘goo goo ga ga’. Once again after many goo goo ga ga’s with Mistress teasing me about this and that and me confessing that I have been looking at a lot of tease and denial femdom porn on Pornhub. This surprises Mistress because she thought I had my adult content blocked on my pc and it turns out she had forgot to reinstate and I should have asked if it was ok to watch such things oops. Mistress then tells me I am going to squirt in my satin panties, this adds further to my humiliation but also makes Mistress’s cock even more aroused. Added to that Mistress tells me to stare at her fabulous, expensive breasts when I cum. I look her in the eye and plead that this is not me but Mistress is having none of it and reminds me that she now has me so weak and needy that I will do as instructed and I stare at her lovely soft ample breasts and cum so hard it’s painful and make a terrible mess in my panties. Mistress of course mocks me immediately for soiling my panties and joy of joys takes a picture of my state. Then leaves me to ‘enjoy’ my soiled state. I just sit there looking in the mirror thinking what have I become and not only that but how will I last another 2 weeks until our next session. I also breathe a sigh of relief that there were no electrics today. Me and that fire button do not get on. Mistress whilst I am sat in my soiled state has a clear up of all the equipment needed to make her custom clips still insisting I look in the mirror which in my empty balls (clear thinking) state is very difficult and makes me feel even more humiliated.

    Once Mistress is satisfied I have sat in my own mess long enough she gives me instructions to go upstairs rinse out the panties, have a shower, empty the laundry bin and return downstairs. On my return, Mistress hands me the vacuum with instructions on what needs cleaning. Once done Mistress allows me to redress and join her for a wind down and a chat before heading off into the real world with another spring in my step.

    Later in the day I am looking at my phone when it opens itself up because Mistress is trying out her new access and is very pleased that she doesn’t need my permission unlike TeamViewer quick support. We have a quick chat through the memo app and then Mistress leaves me, once again in a horny and needy state. Only hours after that almighty orgasm.
    Once again, I am very grateful to Mistress for providing me with another outstanding session. I would also like to add that I saw a tweet by someone on twitter saying that it would be amazing to be restrained whilst watching Mistress lock down his laptop. If you are reading this then trust me it will be, so book that session.


  • 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!


  • Mousey, Speedy and a Double Domme Surprise!

    My very good friend Mistress R’eal and I were discussing our most devoted pets one day when we came up with the genius idea of giving them both a surprise double Domme session.  We arranged the date with our slaves as if each respective slave was coming to see their Mistress for a normal session.  We cleverly devised a cunning plan to ensure that neither slave would know the other was there nor would either slave be aware that another Mistress was there until just the right moment. Each stage of our plan was masterfully delivered with skill because both myself and Mistress R’eal know our slaves so well and also work in great harmony together.  The day could not have gone any better!  I instructed Mousey to write a full account of the session from his point of view……..

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    Miss Deelight and Mistress R’eal an evil genius duo.

    My latest visit to the HOD brought about a session that I most certainly never expected and I am most grateful to Mistress for all the planning that went into it. I would also like to add that I may have missed some things out due to the intense nature of the session.

    I arrive at my allotted time to be met by Mistress just the other side of the door looking fabulous in her lovely Pandora deluxe latex outfit, holding a cane and a manner that said she wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. This immediately turned me into my usual bumbling self as Mistress instructed me to strip and I almost fell over trying to get my shoes off. Once I had safely managed to present myself naked to Mistress and inform her of what I had brought with me, Mistress immediately informed me crawl up the stairs behind her making a squeaking noise (which sounded more like a pig than a mouse) and this caused Mistress to pause turn around and ask “What the fuck was that?” Once I got my squeaking right I continued to crawl up the stairs and into the bathroom. Mistress had today already removed the bathmat so I could enjoy the chilly floor of the bathroom and today provided me with some very nice classical music to listen to whilst chained to the toilet. As Mistress was fitting the mitts to my hands I realised that I had not complimented her on how delightfully shiny she looked today. Mistress responded with “Compliments won’t save you today mousey” and once finished with the mitts began fitting the bandage that forms a very effective blindfold. I quipped that Mistress didn’t look very shiny now. Mistress went to great lengths to ensure that I was completely blinded and could not see anything, she then helped me onto the floor and attached my wrists to the chain around the toilet. Mistress before leaving said that she wanted me in a very good headspace and relaxed before the session that she had planned whilst grinding her boot into my cock. This took me back to my message earlier in the day that Mistress had sent saying “boy oh boy have I got a session planned for you”. Mistress closed and locked the bathroom door and turned up the music a little more and there I lay for some time enjoying the music. A little while later the door opened and Mistress walked in and proceeded to crop my nipples and balls. Because I couldn’t see anything it seemed much harder than normal but I guessed that was how today was going to be. A short while later Mistress returned and fitted a bit gag in my mouth and then started to dig the heels of her boots into me, again seeming harder than she had ever done before and once again left. I was left to enjoy the music once again (which now seemed louder) and the garage across the road trying to get something to move on a car with a very big hammer.

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    When Mistress returned the next time, she removed my blindfold and because it was so effective it took me a while to readjust my eyes and when they did I had a massive shock for stood in the landing was a very stern looking Mistress R’eal and attached to the bannister was a slightly worried looking slave speedy. As I didn’t get my mouth and brain in gear my gagged mouth let out “oh shit”. I had heard nothing as to what was going on. Mistress then came back into the bathroom and sat on the toilet above me removed the gag and explained that Mistress R’eal had been there all along and that it was Mistress R’eal that had gagged me, ground her heels into me and cropped my balls. (This explains the different feeling). I was shaking inside as Mistress explained all this and it also emerged that speedy had no idea that Miss Deelight or me were going to be at his session and it was Mistress that had tied him to the bannister not Mistress R’eal. Apparently both Mistress’s had been planning this for weeks and because neither myself or speedy had recognised that it wasn’t our relevant Mistress’s doing things to us we were going to be punished. Both Mistress’s pointed out that we had better not let either of them down, there would be no talking without permission and with that left us attached to consider our fates. Once downstairs all I could hear was the sound of both Mistress’s laughing at the success of their cunning plan. Both me and speedy remained very tight lipped not wanting to add further to what was about to come our way. All I could do was lie there and shake in fear thinking “Oh fuck”.

    When both Mistress’s had composed themselves the inevitable sound of determined heels returned up the stairs where we were both released from our bonds and both instructed to wait on our hands and knees in the bathroom as our punishment was explained to us. This was quite simple one slave would choose an implement and an amount that the other slave was going to receive and vice versa. To avoid any slave comradery the Mistress would give the choosing slave the choice of implement and the number of strokes. We were both then instructed to crawl down the stairs backwards pausing for photos and then kneel in front of the whipping bench.

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    Too choose who went first it was heads or tails. (I chose Heads and lost) Speedy was then placed in the cage and I had to kneel in front of him and look each other in the eye whilst he chose between a nasty looking double strand whip, a cane or a wooden paddle. I looked up at speedy in a pleading way and he chose the cane for me (a few months ago the thought of taking the cane cold would have scared me but now I was very happy with his choice. Well done Speedy). Then it was a choice of strikes either 6,12 or 18. This would be administered by both Mistress’s so in effect 12,24 or 36. Speedy chose 12 which was kind. So, over the bench for Mistress to administer the first set and I had to thank speedy for each one. I struggled with the first 4 but after that I got my head around it and the 12 were duly delivered.

    20161104_125738840_iosThen came the hard bit the next set delivered by Mistress R’eal (I don’t want to take anything away from Mistress but Mistress R’eal wielding a cane scares me) First blow and this time I had to count back from 12 and thank speedy. The 12 were duly delivered and fortunately I didn’t lose count.

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    It was then my turn to stand in the cage and chose for speedy. Mistress R’eal didn’t give me as much of a choice it was either the Senior Dragon cane or a thin stingy cane (I feel very lucky Mistress didn’t offer that up for me), I chose the Senior Dragon. Then the choice was either 18 or 24 so I chose the least I could 18 and then stood back and watched as each Mistress metered out speedy’s allocation, it was also interesting to watch the different techniques used by both Mistress’s and explains why the sensation on the bum feels different.

    20161104_131039026_ios 20161104_131046473_ios-editOnce it was over I was released from the cage and speedy was released from the bench and we were both instructed to kneel to hear our next activity. I would also like to mention that throughout the time I was constantly told off for having a smile or smirk on my face, this was more nervous hysteria than disrespect and I just want to laugh at the hopeless situation I am in. No matter how much the pain is or how horrible the humiliation I just want to laugh as this is my way of dealing with it. This can however look like I am making light of the situation but I am not.

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    Our next challenge was a nipple clamp tug of war. Both of our hands were tied behind our backs and our respective Mistress’s attached nipple clamps crisscrossed between our nipples. We were then told to tension them for a picture and then instructed to walk sideways into the other room do a 360 degree turn and then walk back for the final tug. Luckily for me Mistress attached them to my nipples and not behind them and once the tug happened whilst not exactly without pain they do slide off much easier leaving speedy with them still attached to his nipples.

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    The next challenge which is boot licking, the only boot licking I have done is mud off of Mistress’s boots in a wet muddy field nearly two years ago. Mistress R’eal had just won an award for one of her boot licking films and speedy was the boot licker. I get off to a bad start because I am kissing not licking but to be fair this is only the second time I’ve licked Mistress’s boots and I’m already very nervous and probably do a rubbish job and as Mistress said at the time she doesn’t want me and my germs that near to her. We then swap Mistress’s and of course speedy does the best job and to be fair boot licking isn’t really my thing (being kicked in the balls and trampled by then is).20161104_133554636_ios

    Both Mistress decide that both our bums are not red enough and decide to now give us a paddling so with speedy on the cross and me on the bench aided by some music playing at a fast beat we both get 6 each in quick succession and then the Mistress’s swap over. I have no idea how many sets there were but each set hurt and there was no let up until the song finished. It was a long 3 or 4 minutes that’s for sure and nothing gentle about it. Once it was over we were both instructed to crawl back upstairs grab a towel each and place them on the bondage bed and kneel waiting either side. 20161104_134700393_ios 20161104_134642850_ios

    It was probably only a few minutes until that thump of boots on the stairs signalled more doom. Speedy was attached at one end of the bed and me the other with us both very close to each other in certain areas. Mistress then produced 2 sets of scissor clamps one set on my balls and one set on speedy’s and joined them with rope. Mistress R’eal thought we weren’t making enough noise until Mistress pointed out that she hadn’t clamped them tight yet. With the inevitable click that immediately got us both squirming both Mistress’s were happy and then Mistress R’eal very kindly lit a candle but not to enhance the mood but to dribble over our (slightly to close to each other) cock and balls. Because we were both coping with it quite well both Mistress’s upped the pain level until we were both squirming around and both Mistress’s thought it would be amusing if we then started calling out each other’s names as if in the throes of passion. With the candle wax dripping, almost none stop it certainly had some effect. I’m not sure if the candle ran out but finally it stopped and both Mistress’s retreated downstairs and left us to ‘enjoy’ being so close to each other.

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    When both Mistress’s returned a little while later dressed in normal clothes and announced we were going out I had a bit of a panic. We were released from the bed and instructed to get dressed. I needed the toilet and Mistress told me to be quick or hold it in. Try as I might the nerves prevented me from going and I had a bit of a panic about what was coming next and didn’t want to leave the bathroom. Mistress shouting up the stairs to get on with it made me give up and go downstairs. Mistress then produced 3 cable ties, put one around speedy’s right wrist and one around my left wrist and then joined them both together.

    20161104_140838790_ios We were then informed we were going for a walk and told to head out the door and head in the same direction I had trodden only weeks before. Luckily it was a Friday and it was much quieter today. When we caught up with both Mistress’s who had taken a shorter route speedy and I were told to hold hands and walk down the road. I find it amazing that we walked past quite a few people and no one gave us a second look. We just kept on walking and heard a whistle and looked around to be beckoned back, we turn around still holding hands and then I decide it would be fun to skip past the Mistress’s holding hands. Speedy however didn’t think this was a good idea but I was off and he had to follow. He of course was proved correct because as we merrily skipped past both Mistress’s, Mistress R’eal pointed out that we seemed to be enjoying it too much. As we walked back to the HOD speedy said “I told you it wasn’t a good idea, don’t give Mistress R’eal any reason to make it harder” too late it was done and we returned safely to the HOD and cut free from our ties. Speedy went off for an orgasm and I got another 12 of the cane from Mistress (It may seem strange but the cane brings me greater enjoyment than an orgasm). It was funny to hear Mistress R’eal telling speedy that whilst he was getting relief I was having more pain and with that I could hear speedy moaning not in pleasure but pain.

    I was then instructed to help tidy up whilst speedy had a shower and then it was great to all have a laugh about the events and how much planning and skulduggery had gone on between both Mistress’s, including hiding Mistress R’eal’s car so I had no idea she was there. Mistress R’eal did warn me that I should be careful about enjoying things too much in her company and to be sure that both Mistress’s will be plotting something much worse if or when there is a next time (GULP).

    I would like as ever to thank Mistress and Mistress R’eal for their planning and execution (pun intended) of the day and going about it with great vigour. I would also like to thank Slave Speedy for enjoying the torment as much as I did.


  • Paris – The Gift That Keeps On Giving

    2 Weeks ago I had an hilarious session with Slave Sissy Mouse, following on from a session with my inflatable slave, Huw.  Huw wasn’t able to take his inflatable toys with his so I put them to use with my bumbling devoted slave which ended up being a double Domme session with a difference……. pink-latex-dress


    Paris, the gift that keeps giving.

    My latest visit to Mistress was for a very unexpected and much-needed CP session, it also turned into one of those day of days with fun and laughter enjoyed by Mistress and myself and still coming away with a sore bum. I doubt I can put into words the absolute joy of the session, it was one of those you had to be there sort of sessions.

    I arrive and park up the road from the HOD with just a few minutes to spare due to the motorway being busy and thus negotiating my way through the side streets of Newport ensured at least I arrived just in time. I go through the door at my allotted time to be met by Mistress sat on her throne, busy on her phone looking fabulous as ever (luckily not wearing her new latex this time because that would make me a bumbling mess). I unload my usual offerings in the kitchen so not to disturb Mistress. Mistress immediately asks why I have not immediately crawled to her to present my tribute? I do this straight away (whilst still wearing my normal clothes) and apologise because I thought she was busy and didn’t want to disturb her. Mistress takes the money from my lips and starts to count it and this always makes me nervous that it’s all there. Luckily all present and correct and Mistress informs me that her last session ran late and she has not had time for a power nap and might just lock me in the bathroom and use my time to have a siesta. My reply is what Mistress chooses to do in our sessions is down to her (although I was looking forward to a caning but I am not in charge). Mistress then offers me her boots to kiss and whilst I am kissing them tells me that they have been rubbing against 2 cocks today and how lucky I am to get to worship them after. Once Mistress decides I have kissed them enough she tells me to strip and crawl behind her upstairs to the bathroom/mousey cage. Mistress tells me to go into the bathroom and roll up the bathmat because some ‘helpful person’ pointed out to Mistress that the last time I was lying on the bathroom floor I looked too comfortable on the mat. Whoever that was I hope you get the joy of lying on that cold floor one day soon! Mistress tells me to lie on my back and locks the fist mitts she has placed over my hands to the chain around the toilet, once she has done this Mistress informs me that I am going to have some company today. This induced a slight sphincter tightening moment as I have no idea what’s going to happen next. Mistress leaves the bathroom and returns with something I recognise Paris the inflatable doll along with an inflatable elephant. Mistress places Paris over my groin and the elephant on my chest, leaves once again and now returns with an inflatable banana, beach ball and ring. Mistress’s previous session was with Slave Hugh and Mistress thought I should be introduced to the wonders of an inflatable fetish. Just before Mistress leaves she also informs me that they have been used and abused so I could feel suitably degraded and reminded me that even inflatable toys are above me in the House of Deelight. So, there I lie looking up at Paris and her friends hoping nothing is going to dribble on me whilst trying to think up a catchy title for my write up. A short time later Mistress returns and takes a picture (see twitter) and makes sure I am not trying to have sloppy seconds Paris. Mistress leaves once again and I can hear her stomping around downstairs moving things about and whooshing canes. Mistress returns sometime later as is disappointed that I couldn’t smell her lunch that she had cooked and removes my inflatable friends to the bath and unties me.

    This then begins the next stage of the session. Mistress reminds me that my message to her stated that I would very much like a caning and nothing else so that is what I will be getting. Since our last CP session when I experienced my first ever cold caning I am hooked, the challenge of dealing with it at the beginning is massive but once into it the place it takes me is indescribable. Mistress tells me she will only cane me if I beg her convincingly which I try to do but I just sound pathetic and just makes me burst out laughing at the futility of my situation. Mistress then gives me a scenario which works, which was if I don’t beg her convincingly the next time she public humiliates me it will be with me naked (I don’t want to do that or get a criminal record for public indecency) my begging was very much from the heart. Mistress then tells me that she will cane me today anywhere she chooses and with any cane she chooses in blocks of 12 and then after each block I will sit on the floor for 5 minutes and at the end I must tell Mistress how many sets and how many strokes in total and she has decided that if I get the total number of stokes and sets wrong at the end I will be taking Paris home fully inflated in the passenger seat of my car. I explain to Mistress that I have parked a long way up the road because there were no spaces close by. Even more humiliating for you then slave says Mistress! Mistress then sends me downstairs to the lie over the whipping bench and wait. The wait and the anticipation makes me very nervous. Mistress comes down the stairs with her an almost operatic entrance stomp puts some music on and tells me that she has put her entire music playlist on random so she could cane me to anything today and begins. The first 4 strokes of the can are unbearable and I think (as I always do) I can’t do this but I then remember I only must endure another 8 and this makes me relax into it. Once the first 12 are done Mistress takes a picture of her work and tells me to sit on the floor. Slightly painful but not too bad, it sit almost like a naughty school boy on the floor not daring to look up and just have the sight of Mistress walking up and down. Then Madness and the House of fun comes on and I start to do the madness dance whilst still sat down and this starts the whole fun and games of the rest of the session. Once the 5 minutes is up its back on the bench for another 12 and because of the gap I struggle again, more so this time because I suddenly need the toilet. Once completed I sit back on the floor and almost feel like I should raise my hand and ask Mistress if I can use the toilet. Mistress I convinced I am trying to get out of the caning (I wasn’t I was just busting for a pee) Mistress grants me permission and I must kiss her boots before I can go to the bathroom with the words ‘stay in the head space mousey don’t go into your bumbling self’ as I head upstairs. I duly return, thank Mistress for my bathroom break and sit back down on the floor. Once again its back on the bench for the next 12. Once finished Mistress tells me to go in the other room and sit on the floor. Mistress sits on her throne and we have a chat about this and that which allows me more than 5 minutes. Mistress is no fool and realises this and tells me to get up immediately and bend over the desk. This is a first for me I have never been caned bending over anything and wonder how I will cope. The next 12 are delivered with slight struggling from me and I sit back down again. The sitting down on a cold floor is quite soothing but it’s the getting off the floor that is now much more painful. I also admit to Mistress that I find the whole inflatable doll thing very humiliating which of course Mistress had guessed that and that was why she was doing it. For the next 12 Mistress tells me to stand at the cross but because there is not enough room for a swing the 12 are quite gentle. This time Mistress tells me to get the wooden chair and sit on that, Mistress then very kindly pushes on my shoulders just to help me enjoy my ever-increasing sore bum. For the next 12 Mistress tells me to stand in the door way and put my feet to each side with my hands up. This is when it goes wrong because I feel a bit light-headed and lose count. You may remember from previous sessions when I lose count Mistress starts again luckily we are only at 9. Mistress tells me to put my feet together and bring my arms down and makes sure I am feeling ok before starting again. I manage to count to 12 this time and Mistress tells me to sit on the floor and goes upstairs to use the bathroom. When Mistress returns, she is carrying Paris and tells me that Paris was wondering what was going on. Mistress then says she is thinking I should clean out Paris after her recent seeing too, I can only shudder and once again start laughing at the horror of it. Mistress then starts putting on a squeaky voice holding up Paris saying mousey take me up the bum. I forget my place slightly in the stupidity and say “that’s so not for me” and Mistress very firmly says “If I say you will take Paris up the bum you will” Yes Mistress sorry was my immediate reply. Mistress then reminds me that even an inflatable woman is still above me. It’s then back on the bench for the next 12 and Mistress places Paris in front of me so she can watch. Once the 12 is over Mistress tells me to sit on the chair and hands me Paris to cuddle and whilst cuddling her tells me to put a finger up her bum. Mistress then returns with her phone and takes a lovely ‘leverage’ photo of the happy couple and shows me it. I don’t know if it was the humiliation of cuddling a blow-up doll or the word leverage but at that moment I was very aroused! Once that 5 minutes is up its back on the bench and this time Mistress puts Paris in front of me once again and tells me to hold her hand for support. This stupidity of this makes us both laugh so much that Mistress starts to get neck and jaw ache and me waving goodbye to any chance of sub space (I really wish I could put into words how much laughter there was from our session) the next 12 duly delivered and Mistress props Paris at the bottom of the stairs and I sit back on the chair (now getting very uncomfortable) and I am met with the sight of a cane draped over one of Paris’s arms and Mistress standing the other side giving me the view of a most unusual double domme session and me asking Mistress if I need to give Paris a £100 for her participation? (cue more laughter). Mistress tells me to go back on the bench for what will be the last set and with the 12 duly delivered asks me how many sets and strokes. I reply 10 sets and 120 strokes plus the failed set and 9 strokes so a total of 129. Mistress asks me again if this is my answer and I say yes. Mistress of course has a different amount and of course Mistress is correct so I now face the prospect of carrying Paris out of the HOD and a long way up the road. As I count them now I can see it was 9 full sets so 108 strokes plus the 9 so a total of 117!! Mousey still bumbling!

    After the final set Mistress tells me to clean the whipping bench of my filth and get dressed. I duly do so and wash up Mistress’s lunch dishes and contemplate the thought of taking Paris home. When Mistress returns after changing into her normal clothes she informs me I must take Paris home but I can deflate her because she has thought of a task for me (all will be revealed soon). With the then arrival of Mistress R’eal to be informed of the mayhem of our session. I load Mistress’s car with her bags and say my goodbyes to both Mistress’s and return to the real world with an inflatable doll stuffed into a carrier bag.

    As always I would like to say a massive thank you to Mistress for another great session. Her imagination makes every session so different even if the theme is the same. Words will never be able to describe the fun this session was and most definitely added to by the presence of Paris.




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  • 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.


  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Distance Control Journal – Week 56

    Now that Slave Sissy Mouse is firmly back in the game, it was time for me to test out the Chastity Hypnosis from previous sessions.  Under hypnosis my slave has been conditioned to only feel arousal with certain triggers.  One of those triggers is that he would only be able to maintain an erection when permitted to do so. I also gave him a very special treat when he visited the House of Deelight for his session.  Read on!

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    This week has seen Mistress turn the electronic thumb screws a few notches and take a little more control over me.

    On Sunday after wishing Mistress a nice day I was able to report that I had at last lost another pound in weight and as such Mistress confirmed I would be receiving an orgasm but I was to seek permission every day and Mistress would decide how and when I would be granted one. I went for my daily walk enjoying the still nice weather and Mistress informed me she would be going for a run. I’m not a runner, I think my early blogs will tell you that it nearly broke me trying. The walks are still bringing me a pleasant amount of exercise and brain cleansing.

    Monday arrives and my morning message to Mistress felt very strange because I have never asked Mistress for an orgasm. In the early days of visiting Mistress she would grant me a mind blowing orgasm but since October 2014 I have I think had about 2 or 3 orgasms granted whilst visiting Mistress. A few more as part of the distance control and a few unauthorised. The messaging Mistress and asking for one however was most odd. Mistress replied and asked me if it felt weird and odd to be forced to ask. I replied as I said above it just felt strange added to the kicking in of the chastity hypnosis which whilst I get aroused I no longer equate that to an orgasm and now I seem to have a mental block or even worse the fear of disappointing Mistress with an unauthorised orgasm doesn’t bear thinking about. A little later and after a message from Mistress simply saying ‘6 hours on twitter’ referring to the weekly report that Mistress receives about my online activity lead to the inevitable ‘You need to ask an adult if you can visit twitter’ now came up on my phone. I am now blocked from twitter until Mistress decides otherwise (so if you are reading this, follow me on twitter and think I have been quiet this is the reason). The worst however was yet to come because about an hour later I was waiting for a text message regarding something quite important and go to check my messages and that damn message came up again. Mistress had now blocked me from seeing my text messages. I had only just messaged Mistress to thank her for taking more control and would be waiting patiently for her to allow me access to twitter again when this happened. Mistress did find this funny and had no idea the button she pressed would block my messages and very kindly turned them back on. Mistress did however enjoy the thought of having another weapon to control me further. I messaged Mistress later to say I was very amused at what she had done and the look on my face would have been priceless to see. Mistress was most pleased with herself that she had performed an impeccably timed accident. I also had no pc time today locked out completely but I have to say Mistress had been very generous over the last few days and had granted me full days of access.

    Tuesday arrives and my message to Mistress was to wish her a nice day and her boyfriend a happy birthday. I once again had to request permission for an orgasm (still feels very odd). I had gone out for my walk but was waiting for some news so took my phone. During the walk Mistress sent me a message to say she was accessing my pc via TeamViewer to arrange an exchange on a pair of trainers I had purchased for her boyfriend. When I returned and tried to log into my pc I couldn’t use my pin. Mistress had changed it but luckily I remembered one of Slave Taquin’s blogs from many months ago when Mistress had changed his pin number. The number Mistress had used then was his chastity key safe code. I still have the last code on mine from many months ago when Mistress decided that normal chastity wasn’t for me. I put in the code and bingo it worked. So thank you Slave Taquin otherwise I would never have had any idea where to start. Mistress was very surprised that I had cracked the code after I messaged her to say “Nice try Mistress” and then informed her how I had done it. Probably won’t be so easy if there is a next time.

    On Wednesday my message to Mistress was replied to later in the day with instructions to edge myself twice with one of them being before bed. Mistress also informed me to remember a time when I was in her company and felt incredibly aroused and to use these thoughts with her permission to edge myself. I thanked Mistress and did the first one straight away. As you may have read previously with the chastity hypnosis I can get aroused but once I start stroking myself I lose my arousal however with Mistress giving me specific permission I stayed completely aroused and completed my edge with no loss of arousal. Following on from that my bedtime edge worked exactly the same with no loss of arousal although trying to sleep after an edge is never easy. Never during each edge was there any temptation to go further and orgasm.

    On Thursday I was so keen to inform Mistress of the edge success that I completely forgot my daily requirement to ask for an orgasm. Mistress replied that she was very pleased that the chastity hypnosis does seem to be working. I managed today to get a good long walk in as this was only the second one of the week. Later I sent my lunch picture to Mistress who was pleased that my sandwich intake has now halved and checking that I had changed to whole-wheat pasta, I confirmed I had and supplied a picture. Mistress replied with “Good boy” which always makes me smile because I imagine Mistress patting me on the head whilst looking at me with one of her mocking smiles.

    Friday and my message to Mistress was replied to with news that she had a busy day and I was to message her later to ask permission to cum. As I too had a busy day I managed to completely forget to do so.

    Saturday arrives and today I am seeing Mistress for a much missed and looked forward to session. It has been 6 weeks since our last session and a lot longer than that since I felt in the right place for our session. I message Mistress in the morning to confirm the time and that I will be turning up with diet coke and an utter subservient attitude. Mistress replies that she was pleased to hear it and to bring some bottled water. As always the time before a session always drags for me but today I filled some of the time with a walk which this week had not been so daily as this was only my third of the week. Finally, the time arrived for me to head to the HOD and luckily I left a little earlier than usual because the last 2 visits I had arrived late which was lucky because the traffic was rubbish. I arrive with my shopping request to be met by Mistress looking lovely as ever but in normal clothes which always makes me nervous because that might mean a trip out. Luckily that wasn’t the case but what was surprising today was the lack of chit chat. Mistress informed me to bring her my tribute in the correct manner (on all fours holding it in my mouth) I then laid the money out in front of Mistress’s feet but because I was really nervous I couldn’t lay the money out in a nice line and faffed about trying to sort it out. While I was doing this I noticed Mistress was wearing the trainers I had purchased from her wish list and commented that her new trainers looked nice, Mistress replied that once I had stopped faffing about I could worship them. Finally, I got the money laid out in a reasonable order and Mistress checks it and picks it up. This part always makes me nervous because I keep thinking did I count it correctly. Mistress then offers me her shiny new trainers to kiss and enquired if I had worshiped her trainers before, which I haven’t. After a few minutes Mistress tells me to stop before I infect her trainers with my filth and informs me to strip, kneel down and put my hands on my head and wait for further instructions. Mistress goes off upstairs and I can hear her setting something up in the bathroom. This is where I now begin all my sessions. After a while Mistress returns and instructs me to stand and bend over the desk, once I do this Mistress inserts a small butt plug (which was a surprise) and ties a rope harness to keep it in. Mistress then produces some fist mitts for my hands and buckle’s them up. You really have no chance of escape with these not that I ever seek to escape. Mistress then tells me to crawl upstairs behind her and into the bathroom. As a crawl into the bathroom I notice a chain around the toilet and a dog bowl on the toilet lid. Mistress attached the mitts to the chain and makes sure I can move my legs etc and then tells me how lucky I am that Mistress has left me some special refreshment a dog bowl of her pee. Mistress informs me I am to drink it all before she returns much later and with the usual ‘enjoy’ she leaves me too it. As you will have probably read before I like degradation and to be left like this with Mistress’s pee to drink was heaven for me. I have no idea how long I was there but enjoyed every moment of it and drunk every drop of my special drink. It was also nice to be able to just enjoy the situation I was in without work and other stuff running around my mind.

    When Mistress returned (making sure I had drunk all my refreshment’s before opening the door) she had changed into the very nice pink latex dress that Slave Taquin had bought Mistress previously. Mistress looked suitably stunning in it (but then what doesn’t she look stunning in). Mistress removed my hands from the mitts and the rope harness keeping the butt plug in place and instructed me to remove and clean it along with the dog bowl. Once I had done this Mistress invited me into the medical room and onto the medical chair. It has been a while since I had sat in this and Mistress went about strapping me in and once secured produced the scissor clamps that I had purchased from Mistress’s wish list. Mistress then clamped them onto my ball sack and stretched and tied them off with rope. Mistress then added the electrics to them and switched the estim box on. I do struggle with electrics and the sensation the bow was making with the clamps felt like I was being stabbed with pins. This amused Mistress greatly and over the next what felt like 5 minutes but was in fact over half an hour slowly turned the power up with the sensations changing from quite pleasant to painful stabbing. Then Mistress mentions the most hated word for me ‘the fire button’. Mistress turns everything off and then you just lie there waiting for the inevitable sting when Mistress presses that button. I have no idea why I can’t deal with the headfuck of the fire button but it makes me so jumpy and it’s not long before I am begging Mistress to stop. Mistress is amused that I have never begged her with such pleading before and she liked it very much. After a few more shocks Mistress brought proceedings to a halt and then it was time to endure the removal of the clamps. Mistress untied the rope in a not too careful manner all the while pulling on the clamps with the rope until it was time for them to come off. Mistress very kindly squeezed the clamps one more notch before removing them and then kindly massaged the clamp bites once she had removed them. This all made me squeal nicely. Mistress then unbuckled me and gave me some Dettol wipes to clean the chair. Once this was done it was time for the final chapter of the session more chastity hypnosis.

    The last time I had a chastity hypnosis session at the beginning of July my head was still all over the place due to real life shite going on and it didn’t seem to work. This week it proved that it has had an effect on me and today the idea of the hypnosis was to enforce that initial session further. I have had a few hypnosis sessions with Mistress initially to deal with sub drop and then the SHB programming which again is taking a back seat but this time because of my very clear head the state of trance and relaxation from the hypnosis was greater than I have ever experienced. I would like to share more but to be honest I can only recall snippets and they wouldn’t make sense let’s just say time will tell how it goes with further sessions. Once finished and back in the room so to speak I was so relaxed that I struggled to leave the bed and could have laid there for hours.

    Once I did manage to get up it was time to redress and enjoy a quick catch up with Mistress before heading back into the real world and once back home a very enjoyable nap.

    I would like to end by thanking Mistress for a great session and for allowing me a massive amount of pc time this week. Even though I can’t look at anything fun it did help me get a lot of much-needed admin done at a much more relaxed pace.