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  • Sexy Spike Heels….

    I’ve just added 4 pics of some killer heels to my OnlyFans profile. Food for thought; Worship them or feel the pain they can deliver.  The choice is yours!

     


  • Reasons to Visit #17 – Loyalty and Affection

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

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


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

    Amazing with a small serving of yuk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Slave Taquin – Session Report – Extreme Edging

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     
     

  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Session Report – Life Lessons

    Life lessons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Slave Taquin – Session Blog – Phenomenal!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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  • In-case You Missed It – New Haircut!

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

    Second half

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

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

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

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

    Mistress can be such a kind Mistress sometimes xxx

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


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  • Slave Chatterbox – Under Your Skin!

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

     


    Sometimes, Mistress Delight really gets under your skin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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  • Double Domme Corporal Punishment with Judge R’eal

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


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  • Reasons to Visit #9 – To Feel Alive

    A session with Mistress makes my senses jingle and makes me feel so alive!

    You are going to feel sensations that you never even imagined. You will feel alive inside and out.  Every touch, every word, every infliction of suffering or humiliation is going to awaken you and leave you desperate for more.


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  • Reasons to Visit #8 – Sacrifice Your Soul

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

    And You will love it.


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  • Reasons to Visit #5 – Status Confirmation

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




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  • Reasons to Visit #4 – Sexy As Fuck Footwear

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




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  • Reasons to Visit #3 – Discovery

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




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  • Reasons to Visit #2 – Ass Worship

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




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  • Slave Sissy Mouse – Humiliated and Very Aroused

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

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


    Humiliated and very aroused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Sissy Pocohontas – Distance Control Journal – Broken

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal and Session Write up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Slave Fuzzy – Mistress Controlled Exercise and Weight Loss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Sissy Jenny – a Developing Sissy

    Sissy Slut Training, South Wales and South West

    I’ve had a slave visiting me for a while now, having sessions on and off.  He came to me as a complete Novice, and as you all know, I do love to groom my newbies.  I like to experiment with all the different fetishes in order to help them discover the activities they love.  In some cases, when the slave has no idea where to start, I tread carefully and cover the basics before starting to really push limits.  I don’t have any photo’s for this particular session but I did ask my flourishing sub to start writing an account of his session which will follow.  I like to encourage my regulars to write for me because it helps them to relive their experiences whilst helping to strengthen the bond between Domme and Sub.

    Introducing Sissy Jenny.  I hope you will all welcome my emerging pet and enjoy his revelations.

     


    The other Friday was either my fifth or sixth visit to the HOD. You would think it is easy to keep count, but with such a mind-bending experience on offer within those four walls, it isn’t. As a complete newbie back in May 2015, I had no idea that a mere 18-odd months later I’d be in the early stages of becoming Mistress’ latest feminized sub.

    In my five/six visits I have experienced sensory, deprivation, caging and being subjected to some incredible ruined orgasms by Mistress. This all remains a surreal element outside of my life outside of mistress’ chambers. But recently a passing mention to ‘dress up’ (something I never thought I would do) was written in an email by me and seized upon by Mistress.

    So, in my last two visits to the HOD I have tasted the touch of tights, stockings, suspenders and a little French Maid number. I’ve been forced to courtesy, twirl and shine mistresses’ amazing, body smothering Latex with Autoglym. The best and worst thing about all this is how comfortable and arousing the garments feel.

    My recent visit saw the addition of a blonde wig, but my 5 o’clock shadow put paid to any make up. Mistress informed me that during my next visit I must be clear shaven. She also made it clear that wouldn’t be the only shaving that would take place…

    In my mind, the mind of a novice to the world of BDSM, generally submitting to being naked and at the mercy of a powerful and beautiful woman as well as my new way of dressing seemed to be enough of a learning curve.

    …but then came the electrics.

    In two sessions, feminized and ‘hooked up to the grid’ Mistress expertly introduced me to the incredible painful…then explosive feeling of electrical charges being fired into my cock and balls. The whole thing, even now over a week later, leaves me dazed and distracted. Mistress is a perfect and most stunning guide.

    After I’d regained my senses, and before driving home she outlined that next I would be put to work and as well as being a fully made up, heeled slut, and trained to take her strap on…

    Once I can take her length at her will, she also made it clear that chastity won’t be far away…

    No going back now…

    Sissy Jenny


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – Making Plans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • 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.


  • Slave Taquin – Distance Control Journal – 30 Seconds to Explode

    This week I have been gently squeezing my grip on Slave Taquin.  He has had a lot of ‘internet’ freedom because I wanted him to realise just how special that freedom can be and equally how special it is when it is removed. I also, during our session, reminded my slave of just how well I do know him and what makes him tick, dressed to kill and leading him to the point of ecstasy very quickly once I decided the time was right. Mistress knows best!

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    Having been told off by Mistress for my ‘un-submissive’ text the day before I awoke on Sunday morning thinking about the times when I feel submissive and the times that I don’t. And inevitably I wrote Mistress an email on the subject. Mistress is very used to this by now. It is just my way of processing what is going on in my head and sharing it with the only person in the world who has ever really understood it. I picture Mistress opening these emails, rolling her eyes, and smiling at my naivety. As always I felt better and more submissive as a result.
    On Sunday evening Mistress sent me a text that informed me that she would be in touch again the following day and that she would be ‘tightening her grip’ on me further. It sent me into a bit of a dither as I had no idea what she had planned. It led to two strong emotions. First and foremost the concept of even more power and control being taken away from me sent Mistresses property into overdrive but it was tempered somewhat by the fear of what might actually be involved. Mistress has so much power over me already that it is difficult to imagine what I actually have left! I slept fitfully on Sunday night and woke the following morning and sent Mistress a very submissive text!
    I spent all of Monday fearing what Mistress had planned for me but in the end she contacted me and told me that her vanilla world had taken priority that day. And quite right to. This actually came as no surprise to me as it was Halloween. This I know is a big deal in the Miss Deelight household.
    On Wednesday I sent my morning text to Mistress confirming how much I was looking forward to seeing her later that day. It was actually an earlier session than would normally be the case as I had to go out first thing and Mistress had kindly agreed to me heading straight over to her once I was ready. Mistress had warned me however that she would probably still be dressed casually when I first arrived. As always I confirmed that I love the ‘girl next door’ look and would not be in the slightest bit disappointed.
    I arrived at the HOD at the agreed time and was immediately dispatched to go and buy light bulbs for some of the upstairs lighting. Once I had returned with the required bulbs Mistress came down the stairs to check that I had succeeded in my mission. She was indeed dressed in jeans and a casual top but looked no less sexy for that! I was instructed to undress and step into the cage in the dungeon. Once locked inside the cage I was told to put my wrists out through the bars in order that Mistress could manacle them together. And once secured, that was how I stayed for the next hour. I always enjoy this first hour as it allows me to settle into my predicament and begin to leave the trials and tribulations of the vanilla world behind me. Sometimes I am left to my own devices upstairs and I have even drifted off to sleep on occasion! But not today. For some reason I was particularly horny and desperate for Mistresses attentions. Occasionally Mistress would come into the dungeon to prepare for her day ahead. Sometimes she would talk to me and sometimes she would not. Occasionally she would taunt me with my predicament. Once she walked past me without saying a word. She looked me in the eyes as she passed without a hint of a smile or twinkle in her eyes. It was quite chilling and very exciting; a shiver went straight up my slave spine. Mistresses’ property dribbled gently during all of this. Eventually she went upstairs and I knew that she was getting changed. After, what felt like an eternity, I heard the footsteps of my Mistress coming down the stairs. She walked into the dungeon smiling at my obvious pleasure in what I could now see. Mistress was dressed in the most divine black lingerie including stockings and a very sexy corset.
    I complimented Mistress on her appearance and she stood in front of me for just long enough to ensure that she had implanted yet another powerful image into my brain. Once she was satisfied that she had made me suitably desperate she went back into the lounge to find the key for my chastity device. After a little while Mistress came back with my key having taken it from my key safe that I had brought with me to the HOD. It was only at that point that I was told of the near disaster (for me). Mistress had sorted out her keys a couple of days earlier and for the first time ever had left my key at her home for some reason. If I hadn’t brought my key safe to the HOD I would have remained locked up! It was a terrible thought. Mistress moved towards me key in hand, and then thought better of it. She had noticed my visible desperation at still being locked in the chastity device and decided to see how much worse she could make it. Mistress placed the key on the mantelpiece where I could see it and stood in front of the cage looking divinely powerful. She started to run her fingers gently up and down my body. I found myself quivering with every touch. And as my mind turned to mush she stopped, stood back, and told me to recite my mantra – panic! – When Mistress has me like this I can barely remember my name let alone a mantra. I stammered and hesitated. Mistress just stood and looked at me. And then it came to me. To my surprise and relief I recited it perfectly. Mistress nodded in approval and then said ‘have you experienced my claws yet’. My answer was an honest but fearful ‘no mistress’. Mistress walked to the trolley that holds many of her favourite implements and applied something to her fingertips. In all honesty I couldn’t bring myself to look. It was rather like being in the dentists’ chair. I can never bring myself to look at the hypodermic needle as it is being prepared either. Mistress stood in front of me and started to run something very sharp gently down my chest. I felt it move around the chastity device and up under my balls. It tingled pleasantly and just added to my torment. And then Mistress drew the claws back up my body and onto my left nipple. She steadily increased the pressure and the pain started to build. I moved my body away from the claw but felt myself pushing my back up against the bars of the cage that I was locked in. Mistress pushed the claw still harder into my nipple, looked down and laughed. She had noticed that my knees had buckled involuntarily as a reaction to the stinging pain in my left nipple. Her glee at my reaction could only mean one thing, and it wasn’t good for me. She moved the claw to my right nipple and repeated the process. I buckled at the knee and Mistress laughed loudly. She repeated the experiment several times with the same result. How she enjoyed herself! After a few more goes Mistress tired of this particular game and decided it was time to torment me in a different way. She removed the manacles from my wrists, unlocked the confinement cage and ordered me to step outside. I was then made to crawl up the stairs on my hands and knees and to follow Mistress into the bedroom. Once there I was instructed to lie on my back whilst Mistress secured my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Mistress stood at the bottom of the bed looking pleased at the state I was in. It was yet another wonderful image implanted in my brain. Mistresses’ property was still locked helplessly in its chastity cage absolutely desperate to feel her wonderful touch. Mistress asked how much I would like her to take it off. I confirmed very, very much indeed. She laughed and said ‘no’ as she came around from the base of the bed and climbed slowly onto my chest facing down the bed away from me. I had felt her stockings slide across my chest as she did so, and it sent me wild. To be allowed to feel Mistresses body, separated only by the thinnest layer of nylon or lace, is a huge honour and normally only a distant dream. Today it came true as Mistress moved her body over mine. Sometimes touching it and sometimes just out of reach. She slowly turned herself around and I now found her on top of me looking down into my eyes in order that she could see the combination of pleasure and suffering in mine. She leant down until I could feel the soft shape of her breasts through her lacy bra. Her body moved up and down over mine which was now so sensitive to every slightest touch. At that point and without any conscious intention on my part my hips did something that I thought they had forgotten how to do long ago. They thrust upwards. Not hard, but enough for Mistress to instantly stop what she was doing, sit up and say ‘what the hell was that?’. I had no reasonable reply as Mistress raised her right hand and landed an angry slap across my right cheek. As it stung I apologised profusely for what had happened. Mistress got off me and stood by the bed and reached for her phone.
    Mistress started to tell me what was on there. She started to describe the heading of the files that she holds relating to me. It was a chilling reminder of her ruthless efficiency when it comes to managing her long term slaves.
    She had headings such as psychology, blog exerts, slave ramblings, future sessions and several others. I have given so much away to Mistress. The combination of having to write a weekly blog together with my texts sent whilst at the depths of my deepest torment or peak of my greatest elation have provided Mistress with a knowledge of me that no one else could ever match. Realising that Mistress holds so much of it at her fingertips just reinforces the hopelessness of my position. Mistress then moved onto another section on her phone. It listed out all of my recent misdemeanours. I thought that I had been a good slave since my last session, but apparently not! Mistress read from her phone…
    ‘Looking at another domes website’
    ‘Turning off the controls on phone to look at twitter without permission’
    ‘sending Mistress lines for her to complete via the writeforme website’
    ‘taking pleasure in Mistresses typo of tench instead of trench’
    etc, etc
    The list went on. We laughed through much of this but experience told me that just because we laugh together about stuff it doesn’t make any difference as to whether or not Mistress unleashes a horrible punishment on me. My laughter was more hysterical than jovial therefore. Luckily Mistress turned off her phone and told me that I wasn’t going to be punished today, but that the list would remain on her phone for another day. I fear that I will have added to it by the time it is actively used against me.
    Mistress went to the mantelpiece and picked up the key for my chastity lock and asked me again how much I wanted her to unlock me. As she did so she gently ran the key over my thighs and around the device. This time I was in such a trance that I had not even heard the question asked. Mistress had to repeat herself, which did not please her. Eventually she unlocked the padlock removed it and put it onto the mantelpiece. But still the device was in place. Mistress stood at the end of the bed looking at the desperation in my eyes. She asked me how long I thought it would take me to cum today. ‘no time at all’ was my honest reply. She walked to the side of the bed and removed the device. Before I had time to gather my thoughts she took hold of her property and started to go to work on it. I thanked her for her kindness as she started to pump it towards completion. Within 30 seconds I was cumming with such a ferocity that it hurt. Mistress continued to pump her property and it continued to cum. So much pent up frustration was released so quickly that I didn’t know if I was experiencing extreme pain or extreme pleasure. And then it was over. Mistress released her grip and I just lay there with my eyes shut until I was able to relax my body and enjoy the moment. Mistress released me from the bed and as she walked away she gave me my instructions for the rest of the day. I was to go home and masturbate to orgasm 4 more times that day. This was to happen at 4pm, 6pm, 8pm and 10pm. As I sat on the edge of the bed in that moment I thought to myself that there was not a hope in hell of succeeding in the task set. But of course I didn’t say that to Mistress. She really does understand my body better than I do myself and if she thinks that I could do it then I would jolly well do my best.
    I returned home and carried out the instructions to the letter. 4pm was difficult but successful. 6pm took longer but with much focus on the images from earlier in the day was, eventually, successfully achieved. 8pm proved totally impossible. Mistresses’ property refused to function any longer. I could do nothing to encourage it. I gave up and sent a text of apology to Mistress. She responded and gleefully declared that I was now ‘fully drained’.
    On Thursday Mistress allowed me the day to recover. Friday dawned with me sending Mistress my morning text and telling her that her property had regained much of its vigour. My instruction for the day was straightforward. At bedtime I was to lock myself in the Bon4m using a plastic coded lock. I was to stay locked in this device for the following 48 hours. I spent the day anticipating the inevitable lack of freedom that was due to commence that evening. I actually find it uncomfortable these days to be out of a chastity device. My privates have become so used to the way that a device positions them that they are better off once confined. My slave brain prefers that I remain locked also. It knows that I will struggle with the terrible torment at times but it always feels happier once all choice is taken away from me.
    But much more importantly on Friday I started to think about what might happen after my final contracted session in December. During my session on Wednesday Mistress had told me that she hoped that I had been saving up my pennies for the next contract. I had told her that I had and that I was delighted to know that she might consider allowing me to be her slave during 2017. Mistress had kindly responded that she enjoyed making me suffer. Apparently I am so easy to manipulate now. And so on Friday I started to seriously consider asking Mistress if she would take me on for another 12 months. I contacted my vanilla lady friend to get her thoughts on the subject. Her response was unequivocal. She told me that I needed the control that only Mistress could provide and that I should commit myself without hesitation. I had indeed been saving all year for this moment. My greatest hope was that we would be able to continue as we had for 2016. This means a two and a half hour session each and every month, distance control (including PC and phone control) and enforced chastity. I sent Mistress a text telling her of how much I would be able to transfer to her before the end of the year to cover my enslavement during 2017. I received no reply. At bedtime I locked myself up in the Bon4m and sent Mistress the photographic evidence. I went to bed wondering whether or not Mistress was having second thoughts about putting up with me for another 12 months.
    It was at 4am that I got up for the inevitable pee during the night. I took the opportunity to look at my phone and there it was. A reply from Mistress telling me that she would be pleased to torment me for another 12 months and that she was looking forward to pushing my limits even further, in what for me, would be my third year under her control. I had instantly turned into a dribbling mess at the realisation that I was about to commit myself to another year of physical, mental and emotional turmoil. I cannot overstate the enormity of what I was in the midst of committing myself to. I know from bitter and sweet experience the realities of being the property of Miss Deelight for an extended period. I will have no opportunity to meet other women, without her express permission. I will only ever look at Twitter or other internet pleasures when Mistress decides that I should be allowed to. I will never touch Mistresses property without her permission and indeed it is likely that it will never be allowed out of its cage unless I am with Mistress at the HOD at the time. Orgasms will only happen precisely when and how Mistress decides. Mistress will tease and torment me as she chooses and will take pleasure in the myriad of my weaknesses that she knows how to magnify and use to her advantage. I know that once it has been agreed, that Mistress will never renege on her side of the agreement. There will be no opportunity to escape her control until at least the 1st January 2018, and even then, if escape is permitted, it will inevitably be on her terms. This is a serious step for any slave. And then there is the money side of things. It is one hell of a lot of it! Mistress is of course worth every penny and more. Mistress does not need to offer discounts or inducements for anyone, least of all me. This is a major commitment in so many ways.
    Saturday was a day of major torment for me. I worked on this blog and remembered yet another wonderful session under the complete control of Miss Deelight. Mistress wound me up about what I had committed myself to for 2017 and I wound myself up about the finality of it all. What a mess I was by the end of it!


  • The Wife’s Shoes

    I had an interesting session of shoe worship and trampling with my new slave, Awkward.  He brought along several pairs of his wife’s shoes and a pair of her boots. So I proceeded to tie him up, force him to worship them, then I teased and trampled him before taking his car for a spin (and smoking in it) while he remained restrained to the coffee table in my chambers!

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  • Slave Chatterbox Punishment Session

    Slave Chatterbox, my inappropriately named new pet who doesn’t speak much, visited for his second session yesterday.  He had emailed me prior to it, offering me the full freedom (as if I didn’t already have it, lol) to push his boundaries and increase the play impact. He also stated that he may well be ‘playing with fire’.  Well he was and even though I exercised a degree of restraint I still made sure he was sent home with a lasting reminder.

    The session began with my annunciation of a game and its rules.

    The game would be as such:

    • Slave to choose 4 implements
    • Mistress to choose 4 implements
    • Implements laid out in a row in a different room
    • Slave to choose 4 numbers between 1-24, each number written on a piece of paper, folded and placed into a pot
    • Mistress to choose 4 numbers between 1-24, each number written on a piece of paper, folded and placed in a pot
    • Slave to pick a number between 1-8 corresponding to randomly sorted implements in said other room
    • Slave to choose a piece of paper from the pot in order to determine the number of strokes with the chosen implement

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    My slave took his punishment well and I told him at the end of the session that he hasn’t even reached his limits yet.  I admittedly was softer than my usual full impact but this is about discovering limits that can be pushed.  The journey continues.  This is one of the reasons why, if you want to try corporal punishment, it is better to select the services of a professional dominatrix.  I have heard many a story about ‘girlfriend punishment’ where the practice isn’t understood and thus the outcome is severe and subsequently,  a turn off.  With a professional, you ‘should’ have your limits gauged and explored in a controlled, rather than frenzied, way.  With myself in charge, that is a guarantee.

    Slave Chatterbox had this to say in a post session email:

    They do say “be careful about what you wish for” and “if you play with fire your sure to get burnt”.

    Well in this case, I wasn’t very careful and got exactly what I asked for, plus a bit more; and while I didn’t exactly get burned, I definitely got a warm bum. 😳

    Thank you for today’s session, I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I Was more nervous meeting you today, because knew that I was taking a potentially v painful risk, letting you choose how the session went, but you didn’t let me down and while I know you were relatively gentle with me this time, I know I’ll have something to remember you by for the next few days at least.

    It was really cruel of you (in a fiendish way 😉) to make me choose the implements and the number of strokes and I’m sure you managed to fiddle the numbers so that I ended up with 24 at the end, but even if you did, it was your game, your rules and your the boss, so I can hardly complain 😉

    I know next time you probably won’t be quite as gentle, but I’m sure I’ll try to do my best to please you.

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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 Taquin – Distance Control Journal – The Controller Coaster Strikes Back!

    Slave Taquin found himself on the deep decent part of my controller coaster this week, when he realised that everything he had wished for, was not as rosy as it once seemed.  I always lead the way but ultimately, some slaves  (like children) have to learn the hard way; Taquin being one of those slaves.  Luckily for him, he has a wonderful and skilled Mistress to control the ride…upwards to great heights.

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    The week had started so well. Following my text exchange with Mistress on the Saturday night during which she had made me confess to my sins (time on Fetlife had proved to be my downfall this time) and sent me to bed with my tail well and truly between my legs. I had slept fitfully that night and woke to find myself with swollen and aching balls that acted as a reminder of the device containing Mistresses property. I had written my blog and done what I always do, waited for Mistress to read it and respond in some way. Sometimes this can be within 10 minutes and sometimes it will be much later in the day. Occasionally Mistress is so busy that she is unable to read it until later in the week. This was going to prove to be one of those weeks. As the day progressed vanilla life took over and I got on with the tasks that needed doing. I still checked my phone regularly hoping to hear from Mistress, but that was pretty unreasonable as it was Sunday.

    Monday was quiet as was Tuesday. At one point on Tuesday Mistress had asked how here property was. I had replied that it was comfortable and pretty relaxed. As a result of just this one simple question things stirred down below but then it became clear that Mistress was just checking that I wasn’t doing myself any damage in the device. I heard nothing else from her, and everything relaxed again.

    And then on Wednesday I descended into a deep depression! I am still not sure why really. It had started really well as Mistress had been kind enough to send me a picture of her in stockings. Oh how I love stockings! But then all went quiet again (apart from a comical exchange between us as I tried to learn the ins and outs of texting with IOS 10).

    I had found myself reflecting on how things used to be and then about my current situation and about how things were going to be from now on. I remembered the adultwork tasks, the fetlife tasks, being made to research things that would just lead to my deeper control, the fun of not knowing what comes next, the not knowing what Mistress would or would not allow me that day, the spontaneity of it all. But then I considered where I was now. I concluded that I had, largely through my own desire for absolute control by Mistress, reached a position where I was now going to find myself isolated and inactive from a fetish perspective for 6 days a week. I pictured a world where the excitement and spontaneity had been removed. I pictured a world where with the exception of a morning text exchange with Mistress that most of my week would be vanilla. I had now found myself (since knowing that I would be allowed access for only one day a week) not even bothering to request access to anything internet related. Previously Mistress would force me to request access and just occasionally she would be kind enough to allow it. She had even used it as a reward mechanism to promote my good behaviour (it had got me very hot under the collar when she had proudly pronounced that she was grooming me). How she had teased me through this simple approach. In addition to this my phone had been playing up. Even when Mistress had been kind enough to send me pictures most of the time my phone had refused to display them, and I now didn’t even know if Mistress was reading my texts, and Mistress hadn’t told me yet if she had read or approved of my blog and, and, and, I felt isolated and depressed.

    (This is all total rubbish of course, you will know that it was only a week ago when I was declaring how desperately horny that Mistress had made me through her degree of control that she was exerting on my fetish world!!! The other thing that is rubbish is my vision of what the future holds for me. I know that it is purely a function of my own paranoia – but this is what Mistress is capable of creating in my weak slave mind).

    I hate telling Mistress when I am feeling down; particularly if it in any way suggests that I am not enjoying myself. It seems so ungrateful. But I have always been honest with Mistress about my feelings and emotions, up or down. I composed two emails and deleted both. I composed two texts and deleted both of them as well. Finally I composed yet another text and then spent 15 minutes with my finger hovering over the send button, before finally touching it.

    Mistress and I exchanged several texts on the subject. They ranged between probing, dismissing, cajoling, reminding me of my position and finally one that ended ‘and so STFU’. (I thought I was going to have to Google that one but then it came to me!). What I love about Mistress in these situations is that she never shows weakness or sympathy. She will demand to know what is troubling me and give me the opportunity to communicate my feelings but will always remain totally in control of the situation. She listens well and understands, but ultimately everything that I reveal in such moments is filed away to allow her to maintain and increase her control further.

    And then my vanilla world closed in on me for a couple of days. Mistress kindly gave me the space that I needed whilst gradually pulling me out of my depression. Of course she did it in the ways that only a Mistress who knows me so well would do. I have finished the week feeling relieved that I have been honest with Mistress. I still don’t know what the future really holds for me. Only Mistress Deelight knows that. Thank goodness she knows what I actually need rather than what I might think that I want.