New Year's Message

As 2013 ends, it is the perfect time to reflect of the past year, and plan for the incoming new year.
subs, slaves, sissies, this is My new year’s message to you.
Have you been as submissive as you have promised Me? Have you let Me down?
Have you thought of approaching Me, but failed to do so?
Think on these things, and work to improve next year. Train hard and earn the reward of some of My attention.
Have you been a good slave? Hard working and attentive to My requirements? Are you sure you are giving all that you can? There is always room for improvement.
2014. A new year. Think about how you will spend your time this year.
Be happy in obedience. Welcome a submissive new year.
Mistress Eleanor

Christmas slave

I woke up late. 10 am Christmas morning.  I am well rested and ready for the day. I go downstairs and into the training room. Good, he is awake. Silent and kneeling in the cage, waiting for is first Christmas day instruction.
I unlock the cage door and tell him to “Get out and fill Me a bath.” I also give him instructions on the clothes I am to wear today. I take a seat and listen to him hurrying around upstairs. he knows very well that he must hurry as I want My cup of tea.
I take the hot tea from him, and rest My feet on his back. Sipping My tea I tell him what I will have for breakfast. Fried bacon, poached eggs and pureed baked beans.
First, My bath. he takes My robe and assists Me into the bath. he wets My hair and adds shampoo. he rubs Me with a soapy flannel all over, and uses a soft brush on My nails. After carefully rinsing My hair, he adds conditioner. After dutifully making sure I am comfortable in the bath, he fetches My creams and make up for application, and My clothes.
Clean, dry, creamed and dressed, I lead him downstairs. I demand more tea to drink as I wait for breakfast. The crushing of baked beans with a tea spoon will take some time, and I get bored easily.
he hands Me My plate of food, and kneels on all fours in front of Me. I place My breakfast on his back, and eat. I cut off the excess white from the egg, and the fat from the bacon, and scrape the food from My plate onto the floor in front of him. I will allow him to eat the scraps from the floor when I am finished.
“Now, as it is Christmas, I want you to be decorated. Stand up and fetch Me that box.”
I kick his legs apart and reach for the first of the tinsel. I start to wrap it around his penis. Nice and tight, under his testicles and to the top of his penis. I laugh. I grab for more tinsel, and wrap it from his cock and balls up to and around his neck. I grab his arms, and pull them behind his back. I wrap the together. Then from his wrists, and travel to the front to his penis. I start to hang baubles from the tinsel. I add more tinsel up and down his arms, and up and down his legs. Laughing as I do, he looks completely ridiculous.
“Get down on your knees, you stupid boy. I need to add the sparkle to the top of the tree.”
I grab his hair and begin to twist. I have a big heavy star to add, but it must be secured tight. I clip in the star and switch on the lights. They start to flash red and green. he looks so funny and stupid.
“Don’t drop it. Bend over.” And as he does, I kick him straight in his tinselled balls.
“Thank You, Mistress.” he groans.
"Now take this tinsel and get into your cage. I am going out. When I return, I want to see your cage looking neatly festive."
It is difficult. There is little room now he is bound at the wrist with a star on his head. I kick the cage door behind him, and lock it shut.

Rough Treatment of My Useless Foot slave

Bound at the wrists with a silk scarf, the restraint is tight and soft. I order him to shine up My pointed stiletto heels. It look far too easy for him, and this is no fun. I must push his limits. See how far he will go for Me.
I grab roughly at the scarf around his wrists, and add to this some fluffy metal lockable handcuffs. I squeeze them tight around his already crossed wrists, making it impossible to move. his balance will be difficult to find with his wrists so tightly bound behind his back.
he tries to struggle, so I make My way around the back of him, to his upraised buttocks. They are almost begging to be beaten. I take the cane, and order him to count the strikes with Me.
"1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"
The last "thwack!" comes down hard, leaving him with several red stripes across both buttocks.
I watch him struggle as he tries to clean My shoes. I laugh at him. he is so stupid. Unable to keep his balance, he wobbles and shakes with the tension of trying.
I take another scarf and wrap it around his face. he will be able to see and hear a little through the sheer material, but not much. he must concentrate hard to hear My instruction.
At the first mumble of a "Pardon, Mistress?" I bend over and take the back of the scarf.
"I said, lick harder. Lick more. Do not hesitate. Do not stop." and I pull up n the scarf and drop. Using him as a shoe shining puppet. My silly, brainless, dickless, shoe shining puppet. I tug him left, and then right, pull up, and back. I hear him moan as his unbalanced form struggles against the movement. I smile as I watch him. My new toy.

Christmas Wishes

 

.... For Me.
Here is My Christmas wishlist. If you have not received specific instructions from Me, you should choose a gift for Me from this list.
There are a range of things for you to choose from for My gift, and there is no excuse for no present this Christmas. I have added gifts from less than £10 up to over £1,000.
you should email Me to tell Me what you have gifted Me with before it arrives.
Click on the present to browse and buy.
your Mistress Eleanor

  

Update to this post 7 January 2014
I have updated My wish list today. The presents now take you to My Favourite Things.
Mistress Eleanor

Toilet Humiliation

sissy toilet training starts with My sissy slave making herself the prettiest she can be. Full lingerie, with stockings, heels and gloves. Hair fixed up and full make up. Then into the toilet for some thinking time. If she has taken her training seriously, the toilet will be already clean, and will not mess up her pretty face and hair.

Moving to England

 As i wait outside my now vacant apartment with just a single bag, waiting for a cab to take me to the airport, i re-live the last few weeks. i have agreed to become Mistress Eleanor's full time sissy slave, and am moving to England. All my things have either been sold or given away. My clothes for the most part have been shipped ahead. All that is left is the  few things i needed for the last couple days. The cab arrives, and i get in and instruct the driver to take me to the airport. As he pulls away, i take one last look at my old life disappearing down the street.

 i get checked in, and through security. i have to be the old male me for my passport picture and name to match up. They scan my carry on, but no one seems to notice the guy with all the female clothes in his bag.

 i find my gate and take a seat. Before i left Mistress Eleanor had sent me a letter with instructions not to open it until i am ready to board the plane. i take it out and open it up.

   amber,

   I am pleased you have gotten this far and are soon about to have your life changed forever. you will now go to the ladies room, change into an outfit more suitable for a sissy girl, and "become amber".  When you leave the restroom, you will put all your ugly male things in the rubbish.

   Looking forward to your arrival,

   Mistress

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Request from a sissy slave girl

i have always seen pictures of beautiful women wearing ballet shoes, and wanted a pair desperately. i'm sure they are terribly painful to walk in, but i don't care. That is why i would need the locking shoes. Learning to walk in them would be a challenge, i realise, but sissy girls always need challenges. Hopefully Mistress Eleanor's training will have me sufficiently trained to be able to get some soon.

slave Story

i arrived at Mistress Eleanor's for the first time, nervous but so horny as she'd enforced a masturbation schedule that meant i hadn't cum for 2 weeks. As i entered Mistress had a look and aura about Her that would make anyone submissive, let alone a pathetic loser like me, i knew i was immediately under Her control. "Take off your clothes and fold them neatly, slave" Mistress ordered. i quickly did as i was told, but as i was so horny from my schedule i couldn't keep my erection down. Mistress laughed and said "That tiny cock better be soft in 10 seconds or its straight in the cage." "Yes, Mistress" i begged. i tried so hard but couldn't get soft quickly enough and Mistress ordered me to my knees, put a collar and leash on me and walked me to a tiny cage, only just big enough for me to fit in. i crawled in and heard the cage slam shut behind me. Mistress padlocked the cage and left me there for 15 minutes, cold and naked before returning to open a gap in the cage, so She could sit on Her throne and shove Her beautifully red painted toes and foot deep into my mouth making me gag. "I don't want to hear noise, slut" Mistress shouted. "Yes Mistress." Mistress then took Her two big toes and pulled my mouth wide apart whilst asking me "Who do you belong to, slave?" and "Why are you so worthless, slave?", and all i could reply, with a stupid gagged voice, was "You Mistress" and "i don't know, i'm sorry, Mistress" to which Mistress laughed. It was the most humiliating foot worship and it hadn't finished yet. Next Mistress put Her heel in my mouth and told me to suck on it. i did my best, but Mistress laughed more and just told me how pathetic i looked. i was so humiliated. Mistress must have decided to take pity on me as She allowed me out of the cage and reached for a vibrator. She hogtied and ball gagged me so tight i couldn't move. Mistress then began using the vibrator on my penis. i was so horny as i hadn't been allowed to cum for 2 weeks it only took me 2 or 3 minutes to get to the point where Mistress said "Are you ready to cum, slave?" i begged "Yes, Mistress" in my stupid gagged voice. At that moment, She switched off the vibrator and kicked me hard in the balls. i cried out in pain, but Mistress said "No, you say “Thank You”, slave. you still need much more training, you useless loser" "Thank You, Mistress" i apologised. "Good boy" said Mistress and kicked me again, hard, twice before standing up and saying "I will see you later, slave" before leaving me naked, hogtied, gagged and horny on her cold dungeon floor.

Task For Foot Worship slaves

I have just had My feet pampered and painted by my sissy slave mel. Here are some photos.
foot worship subs, slaves and sissies, here is your task.
Spend some time looking at the images of My feet. Imagine you are with Me now, knelt at My feet. I am forcing you to worship them. Write to Me at Blog@Mistress-Eleanor.com to tell Me how you worship My feet. I will add the best worship stories to My blog.

Online Training / Distance Training

Online training is available to all subs, whether you have experience or not. It may be taken alongside real time sessions and one to one training, but may be taken by itself. No specialised equipment is required for online training, and this type of training is available daily, whether My diary shows I have availability or not.
Mainly online training, or distance training, is given via email, but occasionally via messenger, with or without a webcam. A camera of some type is required for this training, so that I have visual proof that tasks have been completed. The quality of images does not matter, I just need to see that the content of the photograph corresponds to the completed task. If you do not have a camera, most modern mobile phones have cameras attached, and you can take photos with a webcam. Webcams are built in to most new laptops.
For the moment, subs can only enrol in online training via My website, and fees are only accepted via paypal. I have plans to offer other ways to enrol, but no alternative method is accepted right now.  Click here for further enrolment details.
Tasks vary so much from each other, and from one sub to another. If you have any special interests, say so in your application. Also include the following things when you apply;

if you have any toys, equipment or clothes, as I may use them in training if I know you have them.
the usual hours and days you have available to complete your tasks, I will set deadlines and pace the course accordingly.
a little about your life, family, the kind of property you live in, who you share your living space with, work etc. It will help Me to write your tasks.
any activity that is absolutely beyond your known limits.

Any other information that you would like Me to consider when writing your course of online training.
If you fail to include this information, I will assume that you have no issues preventing you from completing your tasks at any time, with no limits to the type of tasks you will complete.

pet pony for horse play

he kneels naked on all fours, close to My heels. I stand behind him and rest My riding boot on his buttock. I put on his harness and saddle, pushing My heel deep into his flesh as I lean across him to do so. I stand around the back of him, armed with his tailed butt plug. I complete My pet and toy with a horse head hood. I stand astride him with My crop ready, and send one lash upon his buttocks as a warning to who is in charge.
I sit on his back, and lean back his head, and lift up My feet to rest on his buttocks. Both heels dig into his flesh, marking his skin with 2 red arcs from My Heels.
I bring down the crop as I warn him to “Get ready to be ridden.”
I sit on his back, and hold onto the reigns secured to his harness. he carries Me on his back, holding his butt plug in tight, nipple clamps pulling with each forward movement of his front limbs.
I command him to “Stop.” and I climb off. I grab him by the harness and lead him across the room, close to My heels. I lead him to My throne, and have him kneel in front of it, facing to the side.
I sit on My throne and rest My boots on his back.
“Good boy.” I lean across to rub his head with leather gloved fingers. A good obedient pony for riding, sitting on and petting. I nudge his tail with My boot. Yes, it’s still secure, and should remain that way.

A Quiet Weekend At my Flat

I went to my flat this weekend. I had some business to do in Hull, so staying in Gainsborough was a good option. And of course it gave me the opportunity to unleash tiffani…
I arrived late, and tired; the traffic was just awful. I parked up in the car park under the flats, and taking my bags, I got the lift up to the 4th floor. I walked up to the door, and put the key in the lock……. but it wouldn’t turn. I checked it was the right key, and tried again- nothing. But when I tried the handle, it turned….. Hell, I must have left the door unlocked the last time I was here.
I went in; the lights were on. Something was wrong here. I dropped my bags and walked up to the living room, opened the door and went in.
To my shock, there was somebody sitting on my sofa- an imposing looking, attractive blonde woman, wearing a black skirt and top, smoking, legs crossed, a glass of wine on the coffee table in front of her.
“What on Earth….” I started, but she raised a hand and cut over what I was saying.
“Don’t panic Rob, your wife Anne sent me. She’s asked me to do something for her.”
“What? How do you know Anne? What has she asked you to do?” I frowned, confused.
“It’s simple Rob, here read this.”
She handed me a note- clearly it was from my wife, I’d know her terrible handwriting anywhere.
“My name is Eleanor by the way, but you can call me Mistress.” The lady on the sofa said. And then she kept talking as I read the note. “She found your suitcase Rob, and she’s not impressed. If you don’t do what I tell you to, she’ll expose you to your friends and colleagues, and she’ll divorce you and take your money and business.” The note confirmed it. “And by the way, you are to be known as tiffani from now on… tiffi.”
“But, but, Oh God, how…..what….” my mind whirled and I sat down.
“Stand up tiffani, you haven’t earned the right to sit on a chair. Let me put it simply. Your wife is unhappy with you, and has hired me to turn you into her feminised sex slave and domestic help. And I have a free hand to do whatever I want to you.” ..... continued 
Posted by sissy tiffy

Double Domme Sessions

Now at the end of Her training, Miss Legs will be available for Double Domme sessions. All applications and requests will be considered by Miss Legs or Mistress Eleanor for Double Domme sessions.
Tribute to be made in advance only for Double Domme sessions. Send your payment via paypal to either Mistress@Mistress-Eleanor.com or Miss-Legs@Mistress-Eleanor.com
A minimum tribute for these sessions is £250 per 60 minutes.
Miss Legs may see subs on Her own following a Double Domme session, but in the first session She does not see subs on a one to one basis.
Over the next few weeks, pages will start to appear on My website for Miss Legs, including Her personal and biography page, photos, wishlists, items for sale, and a blog.
I will let all visitors to My site have the new information as it is available.
Miss Legs has a very busy few weeks ahead of Her, with all of the planning involved. Her availability will be the same as Mine, and My diary can be found in the usual place. Miss Legs will have Her own diary available when She begins to see Her own subs on a one to one basis.
Photos of Mistress Eleanor and Miss Legs will appear here on this page. Tell us in your application if you wish to request to be shown here on this page in Double Domme Training with Mistress Eleanor & Miss Legs.

Birthday Shoes

New shoes, size 3, peep toe snake skin leather with a 6 inch heel. Perfect for kicking, trampling, & heel worship.
Kneel down at My heels and beg Me to punish you. Or be My pet, sitting by My heels waiting to be reassured that you are perfectly obedient and My property.
I will push the shiny slippy heel into your mouth, and deep in your throat, fucking your mouth and forcing you to suck like a little slut.
Bow you head low to My feet. Kiss My little toes. Feel the roughness of the snakeskin on your tongue. Lick the soles of My shoes, and slide your tongue all the way up the heel in total submission and Worship.
Shoe Fetishists: Photos sold to order by request. Send Me a tribute for this. Send Me the shoes or boots that will be sure to have you on your knees.
Email requests to: Mistress@Mistress-Eleanor.com

Foot slave

he kneels at My feet and I rest My stiletto on his thigh. he bows his head, and I lift My foot and dig the pointed 6 inch stiletto into his left nipple. he unbuckles My ankle strap, and gently rubs My ankle where the strap has been. I grind My heel to guide the rhythm. I give him a sharp jab, and tell him to “Remove it, and place it under My throne.”. he kneels back in front of Me, and I give him My other foot, pushing it into his chest.
With both shoes removed, I push his head down to the ground, and whisper into his ear “Fetch My boots!” he turns and crawls to the far side of the room, where My dirty boots lay in the place where I took them off this morning. he brings them to Me, crawling on all fours, and carrying them in his mouth. “Good boy”.
“Kneel low at My feet and tongue clean them. Do not get the dirt on Me when you put them on My feet.”
he lays them neatly out in front of Me before lowering his head. I sit on My throne, with My crop in My hand, and My feet rested on his back. I watch him clean them with precision, needing to crop his buttocks only when he slows to recover his mouth’s natural moisture. I crop him twice if I spit in his mouth to help him along. I am not always cruel when I see genuine effort.
“That will do. Untie the laces. Put them on for Me.” he struggles a little, weighted down by My legs and My feet. When he is ready, I allow him to lift his head, to lift My foot into the boot. I warn him to “take care and time to make sure they go on My feet properly and smoothly.”
I point My toe and slip My foot and leg into the long leather thigh boot. I push the heel into his chest, just below the nipple. As he pulls on the laces, each release shoves the heel of My boot up and into his nipple. My other foot pins the end of his cock down into his thigh, squashing and stretching the end. The further he works up My boot, the harder the struggle, and the deeper into his nipple My heel goes ……

Useless cunt

This stupid cunt didn’t think it was enough to have to be named and shamed on My humiliation page. he still persists in being an utterly useless cunt. I have now displayed all of his pictures on a page on his own, as he does not deserve to be on the same page with others. Click here to see what a pathetic little shit he is.

My Birthday 21st September

Make a note in your diary. My birthday is on Saturday. Send Me a gift of cash, or something from one of My wishlists. Send Me an e-card.
My birthday wishlist will appear on My homepage news next weekend.
Spend 20 minutes thinking about Me on My birthday. Tell Me how you spent this time, perhaps just going about your usual business. But maybe kneel with your head bowed. Maybe in bondage, or wearing your prettiest panties. Eat cake for My birthday, maybe bake the cake yourself. Light a candle. Take a photo to send to Me. I will show the best ones on My pages.

Forced Foot Worship

The contract is signed. he is Mine. I make him undress and fold his clothes neatly. he kneels naked in front of Me, his little maggot cock starting to grow. This will not do. I put on a hood so he won’t get distracted from his training. I bind his wrists together, and force his head down to the floor. I take a firm grip of My triple leather stinger, and spank him firmly across the buttocks. I can see his full testicles quiver, and I know that his penis is not as it should be.
I drag his body upright, and stand before him. Taking a black rope, I begin to tie his cock and balls. I take the rope over his shoulders to tie his wrists & arms, then his ankles, before finally, tying his still semi erect penis and throbbing balls with the last of the rope. “Head down!” With every inch of movement, the rope tightens. With his head on the floor, I kick apart his feet. “Wider!” I slap his balls with My spanker, even a light slap on his stretched skin makes him wince. Another two harder blows, he cries out this time. I spank his bottom for this.
I sit on My throne in front of him. Pathetic. More training required for this sub. “Now, kiss My feet.” I watch his struggle to get upright enough to reach My feet. I tell him to “Suck My toes.” and force his head down onto them, My toes in his mouth. Struggling to balance in this position, he whimpers as he obeys My orders. I kick his face to shut him up, and rest My feet on his back and watch him trying to impress Me. he doesn’t. he is such a stupid, pathetic little shit. I already know he will need more training, more discipline, more punishment.

My Email Is NOT Spam

I have had several reports back from My subs, that My email is arriving in Junk mail and Spam mail. Due to the volume of emails I reply to daily, My email has been flagged as spam in some email systems. I do not send out spam messages. If you are expecting a reply from Me, and have not received one, check your Spam emails for My reply. Add My email address to your list of safe addresses in your address book, or to your white list.

Leather Hand Spanker Paddle

Kneel down low at My stiletto heels. Head to the ground, knees wide apart.
I watch his naked form fidget and squirm, lower than My boots. With My leather paddle, I spank his buttocks, and warn him to be neat and tidy, still and quiet. Seen and not heard if he is obedient, not seen or heard if he is not. I tell him to “Kiss My leather boots. Let Me hear only the sound of the kisses. I want to hear no other sound.” After several moments, he lets out a sigh. Be it pleasure or for some other reason, I do not care. I said no sound.
I bring down the paddle, and it slaps into his skin. “Kisses only!” And I bring it down again.
I tell him to kiss My boots, all the way up. Up past My knee, up to My thigh. “Keep your hands to the ground.” I want to see you stretch up. I want to see the effort of worship. Only with your lips, “Keep your eyes to the ground.”
I lift up My boot, and push the sole into his face. “Now suck the heel, like the dirty little sucking slut that you are.”
I force My heel deeper into his mouth, making him feel the full 6 inches slide across his tongue. A little gag, that he manages to hold back. I hold up My spanker, ready for punishment. I want to hear no more gagging, and vomit must be avoided, or re-consumed.
“Stop!” And I push his head back to the ground with My right boot. “Kiss My Boot” As he kisses My left boot, I kneel on his shoulder with My right knee, lean over with My paddle, and lay down a blow for every kiss.

Task for My Current & Potential subs

I will be publishing a new page soon, dedicated to Humiliation. There will be information about the fetish, and pictures of My subs, in humiliating positions. I will also list here all of My subs’ misdemeanours, for all to see. Any useless little shit that has wasted My time will also be named and shamed on this page.
If you have not written to Me yet, because you are so unworthy of My time, follow this task so I can decide on a suitable discipline. Ask yourself, what is the most degrading and humiliating thing that could happen to you? Realise that you deserve nothing less.
Then do one of the following:
Option 1 - Put yourself in this most humiliating position for Me, and write to Me at subs@Mistress-Eleanor.com Include photos of your encounter with such humiliation in your message.
Option 2 – Think of being humiliated and degraded at My hands. How low will you be forced to go? How do I make you feel? Write to Me at subs@Mistress-Eleanor.com with a full and detailed description of this fantasy.

sissy girl in Bondage

After reading my task concerning putting myself in such a bondage position, i was excited to start combining the two phases. i didn't fore see the spreader bar being any more of a problem, than the rest of the task.
As i hooked the bar to my feet, i was feeling like this was going to be harder than i realized, but i am devoted to Mistress Eleanor, and did not wish to disappoint Her. Almost immediately, i could feel an uncomfortable pressure on just my right foot, slightly below my right ankle. While it was uncomfortable at first, the level of discomfort grew in just a few minutes until there was quite a bit of pain involved. If i took weight off of my right foot it felt better, but the pointing of my toes in the heel, along with the side loading of my ankle hurt no matter what i did.
The actual wearing of the bar did not cause me too many issues, as i could keep my balance without swaying around too much. All without devoting too much concentration, and being allowed to keep my thoughts on Mistress Eleanor, as instructed.
i soon realized that it was going to be almost impossible to keep the bar on for the full 90 minutes, but tried to hold out as long as possible. After about 15 or 20 minutes,(don't know as i was blindfolded) the pain was growing. i could think of nothing but how much my foot hurt. understanding that this was not what Mistress Eleanor wanted from the experience, i decided that i must remove the bar. i bent over, unhooked one clasp, and put my feet together. The relief from the pain was almost immediate, and was able to finish the rest of the task as instructed.
Posted by amber 10.08.13 15:00
Carefully timed discipline will heal these problems with the proper dedication and concentration from the right willing sub. Progress shall be shown here soon.
Mistress Eleanor
10.08.13 18:30

Bondage & Discipline for sissies

Difficulties arise that must be overcome when undertaking combined training for feminisation/sissification and Bondage and Discipline. The sub must remain sufficiently girly, in lingerie & heels, whilst being restrained in bondage. Applying pretty lipstick, just before having a ball gag thrust into the mouth, wearing a blindfold over fresh eye liner and mascara. These are minor points to consider, that require practical training to overcome.
A more difficult problem is the use of ankle restraints and ankle spreaders while wearing heels. Full time sissy girls have the advantage of being better balanced in heels, through continued wear. Part time sissy girls pay the price for the breaks in their sissy lives. With steady and regular training, there is no reason why any sissy, of any age, size, or experience level, can’t learn the techniques required, to balance in heels, blindfolded, wearing an ankle spreader bar, for any period of time required. Even long periods in bondage will begin to take less concentration on the technique, allowing sissy girls to become real girls in the mind, and eventually entering into deep sub space.

Kidnapped By Mistress Eleanor

I see him walking towards the centre of town. I give Mistress X the signal, and we close in on either side of him. We each grab an arm, and I whisper harshly into his ear “you’re coming with us! Just walk, act natural, and don’t make a sound.”
We reach the car, and his hands are cuffed, first to each other and he is shoved into the back seat of the car. Then he is cuffed to the inside of the car, then his wrists are shackled to his ankles.
I get in the back with him, and Mistress X drives. As we set off, I blindfold him, so he doesn’t know where we will take him.
We arrive, and get him out of the car, and lead him through the door. Inside the door he is forced to his knees, searched and stripped. We steal his keys, wallet & fone. A collar and lead are attached to his neck, and he is led, on his knees, to the room where he will be held.
“Do you know why you are here? Why this has happened to you?” I question him.
A pathetic sound comes from him, which sounds like “no”.
“Then you had better think long and hard mr seddon. We will not tell you the reason, you will only be punished further for being utterly ignorant of your actions.”
We throw him to the ground, and he rolls over onto his side. I force open his mouth and shove his own underwear inside. We smack him and kick him, and whip him with his own belt. We throw cold water over him, and hot wax.
Beaten and pathetic and sobbing, he is thrown into a cage. The ordeal is not yet over, he has only suffered for an hour, but Mistress X and I are tired and hungry. We gather together some snacks and drinks, and lay a table cloth over the cage….

Severe Caning Session

I force him to strip quickly, and force his naked form to it’s knees. I have a selection of tools to hand. It is important to severely punish boys that have been bad. It’s for your own good. I first take a natural cane, quite thick and not too flexible. Gripping it in My gloved hand by the hooked handle, I take a quick swipe at his left buttock, immediately leaving a red mark. I send 9 further lashed towards the same spot. The immediate damage caused is not too much, but with such a heavy cane bruising will appear by the morning.
he must try harder to supress his need to call out. Although just a whimper, I demand complete silence. I pull back on his head and force a ball gag into his mouth to hush him. I pull on the buckled strap to make sure it is tight. A little too tight perhaps, but no sound shall pass. I give no verbal instructions. The only sound in the room is the gentle click of my wooden heels, the swish of My weapon as it moves through the air, and the twack of wood on skin as the cane reaches it’s destination.
My next weapon, a much more flexible cane, light in weight, but with the ability to break skin with the right wrist action and some strength and force to the blow.
I bring it down on his right cheek. I see the flesh move as the cane makes contact. The reddening is immediate, and his body jerks at the pain. I pull back on his hair, and stare into his face. A warning not to do that again, I am watching you. I bring down the cane 9 more times, and he only blinks. There is no blood. I push his head back towards the floor.
I pull down My riding crop from it’s place on the wall. I kick his kneeling legs apart. I tap the metal tip of the crop against his balls. I hear him draw breath, preparing for the harsh whipping of My crop. Standing behind him, with My legs apart, I begin to bring power and speed to the swing of My crop, first between My legs, and back between his, beating his balls with increasing intensity.

Extreme Fetish Request

This was something I had not been asked before. The title of the first email read “Make me bleed”
After various emails back and forth to find out exactly what forms this would take, the session went as follows.
He wanted to be severely dealt with, with whatever equipment I want, and he wanted the severity of the whippings, canings etc, to make him bleed, but without using any sharp items. There was to be no blood spilt anywhere, so the punishment was to be administered to his skin, and once the skin was broken, cling film was wrapped around. I started with his feet. In a kneeling position, with his feet lifted from the floor, I set to work with a cane. Thrashing him hard across the toes, the blood quickly started to seep through his reddened skin. I applied the cling film before moving onto the other foot.
Over and over I caned his toes, and wrapped them, moving up to his ankles, which were harder to break. Caning his buttocks inbetween, as I knew the fleshy buttocks would take some beating with blunt instruments to bring blood. I bent over him to dig My nails deep into his chest and around his nipples. Alternating between his nipples and issuing lashes across his back, it was ready to be cling film covered in less than 15 minutes. I wrapped the film under his arms and pulled it tight around his chest. I wrapped further film around his mouth, to make him quiet.
Swapping between canes, whips and paddles, the red markings all over him began to join up until he was almost completely red.
I pushed his head down low, so his buttocks were high and his balls exposed for beating. Using My triple leather slapper, I hit his hard in the cock and balls and his inner thigh. his thighs and cock bled soon enough, but the balls simply would not, so I wrapped the film around and issued him with some severe kicks with the tip of My shoe.
After almost 2 hours, his whole body was part bleeding, and part showing blood up just under the surface of the skin. I finished the wrap by strapping his arms down fully, and wrapping his whole head, leaving only a small gap for his nostrils. Standing in front of Me, My freshly beaten and bleeding cling film mummy. The session finished by spreading the fresh blood to coat him using a flat leather had paddle. The beating was severe, and the blood spread. Tears filled the cling film around his face.
I cut him out of his cling film shroud, creating two man shaped pieces, which with My permission, he took away with him.

Trampling In PVC Thigh Boots

Fully dressed in PVC, including thigh high boots with stiletto heels I stand over him with My whip ready. I lift up My leg, and push My heel into his thigh. I feel him wince just a little, but he remains silent. I slowly walk around, the only sound is the steady click of My heels on the hard floor. Using My whip, I pull him by the neck until he is lying flat on his back. I lift My stiletto heels foot over his bare chest so that I am standing over him, My heels pinning his wrists flat to the floor. I rest one foot on his chest, and see the indentation where My heel rests. The dent deepens, as I transfer My weight, and up I go, standing one footed onto his torso. I order that he gives Me his hands, and I steady Myself, before pushing My other heel into his nipple. I move My foot around to change the pressure, which causes him to let out a little gasp. I whip him with My long leather bull whip between his legs, as a warning to remain quiet. Failure to do so will result in a ball gag being used.
I Lift My foot off his nipple and push My foot into his face, the sole of My boot covers is nose, and I push My heel into his mouth. After some kissing of My heels, I move the foot backwards, and step off him. I walk down to his feet, and push his legs apart with My boots. I tease his balls with the pointed toe of My boot, and he gives a little shudder as he anticipates My next move.
I stand on his balls, pinning the sack flat to the floor with My long spike heel. I stand on with full weight as I lift Myself back onto body, using it as a platform. I stand down, his body under My legs, and order him to “Roll Over.” I watch him squirm beneath Me as he shifts position according to My orders. I whip him 3 times on the buttocks for moving, then step on. Using My whip, I pull his head back, so I can see his facial expressions as he reacts to Me walking up and down his bare back. The marks from My heels growing deeper and redder with every step.

Worship My Pretty Little Feet

As he kneels before Me, I lift up My foot, and have him remove My shoe to reveal My pretty feet and painted toe nails. “Now, kiss them. They are to be worshipped fully and totally. Pay My feet your full attention. Do not look up.”
Kisses cover every toe, and he works his way all around the top of My foot as it rests on his knees. Straining to bend, as he kisses it all over. I am seated and give him orders to remove the other shoe. I rest one foot on his shoulder as he leans in to kiss the toes of My other foot.
I order him to “Stop.” And he lowers his head submissively. I get up and walk around him to take a seat upon his bare back. From there I put My feet underneath him. “Kiss them!”
With My full weight on him, it takes effort to work his kisses all over My feet. I grab his wrists and pull his arms behind his back. I adjust My position to sit on his hands, challenging his ability to keep balance. I am pleased that the worship does not cease or slow, and I receive no complaint. It is a test that he passes as his knees withstand the pressure of My weight pushing down onto the concrete floor.

sissy Pedicure

As part of her assignment, I demand that My sissy girl amber practice making herself pretty for Me.
Make up application is to be repeated until it improves to an acceptable standard, and nail polish should be applied to her buffed and moisturised fingers and toes often to ensure a smooth neat glossy finish.

Dealing With Lazy Staff

I summon him to My office, where I sit waiting at My desk. “Come in, and close the door.”
I call him over for a clothing inspection first. I am unhappy with the creases in his shirt, and his tie is not straight. I tug down hard on his tie, “Did you dress in the dark this morning? Do you imagine I will find it acceptable for you to be in My presence in such a state? Or even under the same roof as Me looking this way for that matter?”
He hangs his head in shame, and mumbles something back at Me.
“Speak up when you answer Me. Do you think this is acceptable?”
“No, Miss.”
I order him to first address his appearance. Undress and prepare to iron out his clothes. I watch him, as he pathetically tidies and irons his clothes naked in front of Me. When he is almost finished, I make My way over to him to issue his first punishment.
“This is just wasting My time and yours, you should be sure to turn up for work neat and tidy, and especially so if I tell you to come and see Me.” I flog him with the wooden ruler from My desk as I tell him how to conduct himself in My presence, and tell him how useless he is to present himself to Me in this way.
Before I allow him to dress, I order him, “On your knees, you pathetic specimen.”
I lash him with the ruler, as I list his many faults in the workplace, and warm him that lazy staff can so easily be replaced. I have him repeat his misdemeanours back to Me, and promise to improve to an acceptable standard. When I am finished, his back side is glowing red, and emanates a heat that I can feel on My legs as I pace back and forth behind him. Satisfied he has received sufficient punishment, I order him to “Get dressed, and get straight back to work.”

Financial Domination & Blackmail

Financial Domination with a Money Mistress is a fetish full of sexual charge. Those who see it simply as a cold money transaction misunderstand the essential point that ‘exploitation’ is just as powerful a fetish as say a foot or leather fetish. It is simply that the object of the fetish is focussed on giving; on exploitation; on sacrifice. A money slave, or pay pig, will experience intense excitement and/or arousal in the act of giving money to a Domme. This comes from the feeling of powerlessness, of being exploited, of being so completely captivated by a Domme that the slave will give and give and give to experience that feeling again and again.
The Tribute itself can be in the form of a present, money paid direct into a bank account or to the open hand. Even a regular Direct debit when a Money slave relationship is well established. What is sometimes underestimated is how powerful the bond between a Money Mistress and a pay slave can be. It is a very personal and intense form of domination, and is typically suited to those submissives seeking a long-term relationship with a dom. They work and earn for her; they labour to make Mistress’ life sweet; to afford her luxuries they will deny themselves. These are the pleasures a pay pig can look forward to.
Of course, reciprocation is never direct. The Mistress will not ‘thank’ the slave or be grateful. On the contrary she will take it for granted. But the slave might be allowed a wank or some small titbit of satisfaction, some crumb from the Divine Mistress. If he is married he might be told he can have sex with his wife. Whatever the money slave gets from his Mistress, he will be grateful for it.
So is money slavery purely for those slaves with plenty of cash to splash? NO. What a Money Mistress wants is to know a slave is sacrificing for her. That is, that he is denying himself something, or denying his family, wife and/or children something to give his money to her. The satisfaction for both Financial Mistress and money slave comes in knowing that the slave is scrimping and sacrificing as part of his devotion. Of course sacrifice comes at a different level to different slaves, but it is essential to the intense rush of giving that the amount means something to the slave.
Knowing the Mistress is living a life of absolute luxury while the slave struggles, and suffers in many ways for Her is a large part of Financial Domination. Time and time again he must surrender and give up, so She can live well. Therefore, there is a large contrast between how Financial Mistress and money slave live within this fetish. Some Mistresses will enjoy the slow ruination of the slave, while others drain with a more long-term aim in mind, knowing that a completely ruined slave is useless.
To summarise, Financial Domination is a form of power exchange where the slave gives up his power and money to a beautiful, demanding Goddess. Money is the ultimate power in society today. Money is used to measure individuals. The less you have, the more shame you endure, the greater the sense of powerlessness. The slave gives up his possessions to achieve that sense of humility and devotion to one who, in his own way, he loves and loves absolutely.

More information on My personal approach to Financial Domination & Blackmail can be read here.

Introducing Miss Legs

Miss Legs has spent some time as My sub, and is also under My wing in Mistress training. She is still in the process of deciding how she wants to proceed with the lifestyle, and as such is not accepting any communications from anyone she does not know, or has not previously met.
She is sometimes present to undertake her training inbetween My other sessions.
If she speaks to you outside of the session, you may respond.
She sometimes will observe a session as part of Mistress training. I will send My request to My sub for this prior to the session, if I feel it is appropriate to her training. She will NOT observe during a session with a sub who has not served Me before. She will not take part in any sessions, she will be there for observation only. Her presence should not be acknowledged, and she will not interrupt the session in any way. Any messages from subs requesting her involvement in any session will be ignored.
She will accept gifts, and should she not be present on the day of your training session, I will have her collect her gift as soon as she can. Cash gifts should be in a sealed envelope with "Miss Legs" written neatly on the front, and your first name/sub name/alias written on the back across the seal.
She also likes Rose wine (White Zinfandel), quality chocolate, and perfume. Her favourite is Nina Ricci, L'Air du Temps.
She may write blog updates as part of her training. She will not disclose any other information, unless instructed to do so by Me.

Yahoo Group

I have created a group with Yahoo.
My group is fully moderated. Quality messages, photos and links will be allowed. Links, messages with links, and photos with website stamps, will only be allowed if you have linked back to My group, My website, or My Twitter.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Mistress-Eleanor
Don’t join and request “Web Only” in the email delivery options.
The regularity of the updates will depend on the popularity of My group.

Safe Words

One of the thrills of SM is that it can stretch your limitations. If you enjoy this sort of play, you can naturally find yourself trying more and more new things, accepting greater and greater levels of sensation, doing and feeling more than you've ever done or felt before.
But the process is slow and gradual, and people are not telepathic. It may be that you are the bottom in a whipping scene, and your top is whipping you, and suddenly it doesn't feel good anymore!! and you want them to STOP!!! That is what a safeword is: a word that means "This isn't working! This scene is going wrong somehow! Please stop!"
A safeword needs to be taken seriously. Sometimes you may be playing with a top you don't know that well, and if they do something to you don't want, it's important that you have a way to let them know, IMMEDIATELY. Especially if you're tied up or otherwise made helpless.
Everyone has their own favourite safeword. I personally use "Yellow!" to mean "Something's getting too intense; I need you to lighten up, but I don't want to stop the scene," and I use "Red!" to mean "I'm in trouble and I want everything to stop NOW, no more games, scene over, let me outta here!" Some people just have one flavour of safeword, and use "aardvark" or some other weird word they'd never say in the context of a scene. At many parties, the universal safeword is "Safeword!" It's up to you. All it is is a safety valve for when things get out of control. If your top doesn't respect your safeword, it's a safe bet that they won't respect other limits of yours, and you will need to decide whether you want to play with someone who doesn't acknowledge your boundaries.
Using a safeword can be hard to do sometimes. It's important to realize that no one is perfect, and if you as top do something that squicks your bottom (i.e. pushes beyond your bottom's limits--"squick" is a recent bit of s.s.b-b jargon), it doesn't mean you're a bad lover or a bad person. It only means that you ran into a limit you didn't know was there, or you were tired or disconnected and not in tune with your bottom. It happens to everyone from time to time. If you as top feel burned out and want to stop the scene suddenly, or you get a powerful reaction you weren't expecting and aren't sure how to continue, you can use a safeword too; safewords aren't just for bottoms! If you as bottom feel like your top is pushing you, and you don't want to play anymore, it's not fun, that's when you want to use a safeword--your top will be glad you used it to tell them where you were at.
A safeword is just a communication tool, nothing more, nothing less. If you're playing intensely, it may feel hard to stop the scene, to come back from the edge via a safeword... but if you need to, that's what they're for. Some tops deliberately push their bottoms until their bottoms call safeword; this way, the bottom gets the experience of using it. A safeword that's never used can seem unusble, which isn't a good property for a safeword.
Sometimes a top will want to gag you, whether because you're being too noisy or they want to increase your helplessness or you've been being impertinent or whatever. You may still want a safeword to let the top know when a rope is too tight or the nipple clamps are pinching or whatever. Some people put a handkerchief in the bottom's hand; if they let go and the handkerchief falls, they know there's something up. I personally use the old SOS signal: three loud yells spaced evenly; "Unh! Unh! Unh!" No gag I've ever seen can stop _all_ noise, and that signal works even if my hands are in mittens or a strait-jacket and unable to hold anything at all.
Before playing with someone, it's a good idea to negotiate, not only what safeword you want to use, but how you'll handle it if you need to use the safeword. When you're just getting into SM, it's almost inevitable that some scenes will end prematurely or abruptly. If you acknowledge this possibility in advance, and talk about what kinds of comforting or remedy you might like, it'll make recovering from a mishap a lot easier and more pleasant. And because a scene goes wrong is no reason to think that you or your partner is fundamentally bad or untrustworthy--mistakes will happen. (If your partner doesn't want to hear your concerns about the mishap, though, or if they belittle or deride your concerns, you may well be unable to avoid future mishaps. If your relationship doesn't learn from painful experience, it may not be ready to handle doing SM. Of course, this kind of processing is a vital part of _every_ healthy relationship, SM or not.)
Not every SM player uses safewords. Some people into SM don't find them useful for the style of play they prefer; more straightforward communication suffices for them. Some partners find their need for a safeword gradually diminishes as they come to know each other better. Some people do SM in which the bottom doesn't _want_ to have a verbal escape route, for the duration of the scene. (This "no-safeword" play is also sometimes called "edge play.") One thing that you will learn about the BDSMLMNOP scene is that styles vary wildly, and peoples' experiences are astonishingly diverse. But for many people beginning their explorations (and many who've explored enormously), safewords have proved very helpful

Worship My Leather Boots

"Now, you are going to worship My boots. Down on your knees, head down. Kneel in silence while I put on My leather boots." I pull on the first of My leather knee high boots, pull up the zip, and move My foot around in a circular motion, so that My foot sits snuggly and comfortably inside.
"Are you ready to worship My boots, slave?" I point the toe, and stand on one booted foot as I pull on My other boot. I pull up the zip, wiggle My foot and stand, booted feet apart in front of My pathetic kneeling sub.
"Don't take your eyes from My boots. you are hypnotised by My heels. Watch the leather crease as I walk around you."

I walk away from him, and then back to him.
"Keep your eyes low. Now kiss them. Don't get them wet. you may polish them with your tongue later. Be patient."
I lift up one leather boot, and push it towards My sub's face.
"Start at the toes, and kiss them. All the way up to the top. Then, kiss them all the way down. Kiss the heels."
"Keep your hands behind your back. I did not say you could touch them with your filthy fingers. Lift your hands again and I will tie your wrists behind your back."
I watch him as he shows love for My leather boots, occasionally instructing him, and reminding him of the standard of worship I expect from him.
"Stop! you are enjoying that a little too much. Get back into position, and wait for My boots to be offered to you again."
I wait for 20 seconds, which must feel longer to him, and he waits in silence with him head down low.
"Now lick them. Lick the heels. Make them shine. A vigorous tongue polishing is what I want. Lick the toes, buff them up, then work on My legs."
And up he goes, as I offer him one boot at a time to work on. Working them from the bottom up. I occasionally have to chastise him for missing a spot, or getting too keen and getting out of his proper position.
"Lick them underneath. He soles need to be cleaned. I cannot walk on dirty shoes."
I push the rubber soles of My boots, one at a time, into his face.
The soles are slowly cleaned up by My sub's tongue, and I spank him for his lack of speed and attention to detail.
" Do they look polished and buffed to you, slave? They don't look very well shined to Me."
"Get down into position, and watch them. Do not lift your eyes above My boots."
I walk around, parading My leather boots in front of him.
"I can see you want to lick them. you had the opportunity to prove your worth as My shoe shine sub, and you have failed Me. Now, turn around and brace yourself. you are about to feel the damage My boots can do."
I watch him shuffle around, so he is facing away from Me, his pastey, skinny buttocks up high, awaiting his precious kick.
"Think of this kicking as a gift, for which you will thank Me, slave."
I deal him a blow with the full force of My powerful legs.
"Thank You, Mistress."

slaveboys guide to surviving chastity

i don’t yet have a lot of experience with BDSM activities and so i very much still consider myself a newbie. And i’m good with that. But the more i read on chastity forums and groups, i think i qualify for at least the rank of novice when it comes to chastity. The difference of course is the 24/7 nature of it. i believe my chastity training has crossed into a relatively advanced level and so i have learned some helpful tips for not just surviving it but enjoying it and getting the most benefit from it.
First and foremost, “the honor system” is bullshit. Not one single man with a functioning cock will obey the honor system. Sure, you’ll read all about on chastity forums. i’m here to tell you there is no such thing as it pertains to chastity. we will wank. Daily. If not more so.
my first session with Miss Mia Fallon was January 9 and it was pure magic. O/our next session was January 26 and that was the first day She locked me in chastity. First lock-up was 22 days and then because i had a business trip out of town, Mistress let me out of the cock cage for the next 10 days until O/our next session. And that’s when this got real…
From February 27 straight through until this moment, i have been continuously locked up with the exception of two 1-hour sessions with Mistress in which She kindly allowed me “release” before locking me back up and sending me on my way. That’s 10+ weeks, something that wouldn’t be possible (or sanitary) in a plastic chastity device but i’ll get to that a little later.
Here are some rules i try to live by:
#1 – Be grateful!
Many boys fantasize about chastity while they wank. Only a lucky few get to experience it. Be grateful for the privilege.
#2 – Never ask for “release”
Walk the walk. This is consensual. You signed up for giving Her control. Don’t be disrespectful and selfish by asking for Her to let you jerk off.
#3 – “Release” is not reward
This is important for a couple of reasons. First, if you go into this with the attitude of “i’m going to behave so Mistress will eventually let me jerk off”, you are approaching this from the mindset of a child (i.e. do your homework and then you can watch TV). Good boy, here’s a cookie. The second problem is that if you end up locked up for extended periods of time, you may begin to lose perspective on the nature of what a reward should be. And believe me, “30 seconds of glory” isn’t really where you want to hang your hat when it comes to reward. For me, spending extra time with Mistress is my reward. It really is a wonderful treat when She allows it.
#4 – Buy the right cock cage
i suppose the CB-xxxx or other cheap plastic devices can work as long as your key holder allows you to remove the device frequently for cleaning and grooming. If not, forget it. It isn’t possible to maintain good hygiene while locked in a plastic chastity device for any significant length of time. Beyond that, with so many parts, you are bound to get skin pinched on various places you’d rather it not happen and those thick plastic rings will chafe your skin substantially, even with lube.
You can buy a custom-fit, steel cock cage from MatureMetal for about the price of two CB-6000 devices and trust me it is worth it if you intend to take this seriously. Tell them exactly what you’re looking for and ask questions. They will help you with the sizing. And you really want to get it right the first time! Also, oval ring instead of round ring. Trust me, it is infinitely more comfortable when sitting.
#5 – Friction is not your friend
Lots and lots of lube. You literally want to apply lube to your entire ball sack, as much of your cock as you can access, and all areas of skin that will come in contact with the device. Before you put on your panties, remember your lube!
And equally important is don’t spend too much time fondling, rubbing, scratching, or otherwise monkeying around with your package. That all creates friction which in turn creates chafing which in turn burns which in turn creates some gnarly looking scabs and skin discoloration.
And most importantly, if you want to limit the burning sensation under your balls when you wake up at 4:00a with your “morning wood” (and you will), apply lube to the underside of your sack before you go to bed. Trust me on this one!
#6 – Spend extra time with hygiene and grooming
You’re a guy and therefore prone to stench by nature. It is difficult to wash your crotch when locked in any device. At least with the steel cock cages, you can access almost everywhere and move stuff around a little to wash what needs washing.
Also, shave your pubes. Easier to keep your junk clean, looks better, and you avoid most of the pinching with any moving parts of the cock cage you choose. The steel devices are only 2 pieces (plus the lock) but without manscaping you may find something getting plucked when you sit down or stand up.
#7 – You will get desperate and it will eventually passThere will be many, many times that you will desperately want out of the cage. Don’t whine to Mistress and certainly don’t take the chastity device off without permission. Instead, find something that you can use to re-channel those emotions. For me, i think of my Mistress saying “good boy” and i just play it over and over and over again in my head because for me, hearing Her say those words can take me to a very happy and peaceful place.
Your cock can swell in the cage and get semi-erect but if sized right, it is half of your normal erect length (or less). You can learn to appreciate that pressure and those semi-erections and in doing so it becomes somewhat cyclical. The longer you go in the cage, the more desperate you get, the more often you will be semi-erect in the cage. USE THAT to re-program your brain. Hearing Mistress saying “good boy” is my trigger. This is pleasing to Mistress, it is pleasing to me. This pressure, this ache is for Mistress. “Good boy” works for me. Something else may work for you.
#8 – 4am isn’t the end of the world
In your first week, you’ll wake up at 4am with a painful half-erection and likely struggle to get back to sleep. It sucks. Maybe try taking melatonin or Tylenol PM for those first few days. May or may not help you actually sleep past 4am.
But after that, you begin to adjust. Sure, there will still be days of excessive 4am ache but eventually you can work through it. For me, i actually enjoy it now. i still wake up every morning between 3:30am and 4:00am but when i do, it’s “good boy”, i smile, roll over, and fall back to sleep until 6:00am.
#9 – Let it make you better
If you go into chastity focused on denial, it is a negative. It is value-dilutive to your life. Harness this new surge of energy (and time) that you’ll have to improve yourself. Porn is useless to you in your current state, focus on learning something, whether kink-related or vanilla. You’ll be surprised what you can do when you no longer have the ability to wank and the subsequent slump of laziness, complacency, and self-indulgence that comes with it. And it can make you a better and more considerate person in the vanilla world as well.
Chastity is a gift, don’t squander it.
#10 – Embrace the suck
Make the cage a part of you. Last week in my session with Mistress, being out of the cage felt strange, like something was missing. When i got back in my car to leave and felt that familiar slide of the panties over my cock cage, that was normal for me now.
Also, if you focus on how much better you feel now that you’re used to being locked up instead of the misery of that first week, do you really want to go back through that? Please just keep me locked up, Mistress.
i have quite a bit of business travel coming up and i really am dreading that first week when She locks me back up. And just as important, i truly believe that i’m a better person in my current state. Now much of that comes from my training program as a whole with Mistress but i can tell you that being locked up makes me feel more focused, confident, and considerate as a leader at the office. i don’t want to sacrifice that by going backwards.
Ayway, i hope this helps some would-be chaste slaveboys. Personally, i have scoured the web and found a ton of fantasy-based material but not a lot of reality-based information on chastity. i can tell you that i’ve never been happier and i believe Mistress Mia Fallon makes me better everyday.

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Exercising My pet

After 6 hours of punishment, ignored in his cage, I allow My pet out to stretch his legs, and to drink.
“Stay there while I open the door. Good boy.” I produce the key from inside My corset. The padlock unlocks with a click. “Stay.”
I open the door and beckon him to My heels. He crawls over and kneels low at My feet, head down to the ground. I grab him by the collar, and attach the leash. I walk slowly around the room, and he crawls close to My heels. I lead him to a bowl of water.
“Drink.” I allow him to lap up some water for 5 seconds, before commanding him to “Stop!”
Water drips from his chin, and with his head down, and eyes up, he says “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Lick My boots, don’t get water on them.” And he goes to work, careful not to drip, working his tongue around the leather. Then, I see moisture. “Stop! What’s this?” I point My finger towards the water drop. I grab his leather leash, and give him a swift whip to the rear. “Water. Bad boy. Clean it up.”
I pat his head and stroke his hair when he does a good job, and shows self discipline. When I am satisfied My boots have been polished, I lead him to drink again.
“Now, back to your cage.” We walk back together, he is disciplined in remaining to heel now, and kneels at My feet to wait for his lead to be removed.
“Good boy.” I say, as I do so. I open the cage door, give him a nudge with My toe, and in he crawls, the door closing close behind him.

Discipline For Unruly Children

No naughty little boys, or sissies under My command will get away without punishment. Unruly boys and girls must either learn discipline, or be shown discipline.
I have many ways to teach discipline to naughty boys and girls. From a verbal dressing down, to line writing, and displayed humiliation, like wearing a dunce hat, or displaying a consistent misspelling written on themselves, and more severe punishment of a physical nature, like a smacked bottom, and strikes to the palms and buttocks with a slipper, tawse, wooden ruler, or cane.
Those stupid enough to require My cane on a regular basis, can expect to have their red bottom on display as they continue the lesson. In extreme circumstances, I will dunk students to force concentration.
Should continuous use of severe punishment be required to deal with disobedience, or poor self discipline, students will be expected to either accept a further increase in the severity of the punishment, or be permanently dismissed from My Class.

Hot Wax Pleasure & Pain

On his knees, leaning back, with his ankles and wrists strapped together, I tower above him, holding a long lit white candle. I watch his anticipation, as the candle burns, and the wax becomes hot and fluid.
I quickly flick My wrist, to release a tiny drop. The boiling clear liquid wax drips just below his nipple, turning white again, as it cools and sets solid against his chest. Another flick, shoots him a little higher. The skin is pink from the heat.
I allow the candle to burn a little longer, watching a puddle form around the wick. I tilt the candle, and it pours over his nipple and runs down to a pool in his belly button, before becoming solid. Pink and red streaks show where the wax was hottest. I push My foot into his chest, causing the wax to split and crumble and fall. I pin his penis down flat, and pour wax again. A small gasp and a slight flinch, as it hits his penis, and carries on running, heating his balls and thighs.
I spit on him, and drip the wax on his moist skin. A feint sizzle and the wax solidifies quickly. I release him from My grasp, and dig My heel into his wax encased balls, and watch the wax crack and split.
I push him with My foot, over onto his side. I drip more wax onto the side of his buttocks. It dribbles, first down towards the crack between his cheeks, and then, with a tilt of My wrist, down the front of his hips, down the length of his flaccid penis, and onto the floor.
I push him over again, he is facing the ground, hands behind him, and feet to the ceiling. I fill the deep crevice between his buttocks with hot wax. It slowly drips, sets, filling the gap, with an occasional drip of heat overflowing to his testicles.
I hover the candle above his wrists. The hot wax drips from his wrists, onto his back, creating more red and pink skin patterns, and a pool in the centre. In position above his buttocks, the soles of his feet will feel the most heat, before the dripping wax cascades over his heels, onto his buttocks, to eventually top up the pool in the centre of his back. The hot prickly wax liquid splashes and sprays the skin all over, as the flow quickens.

Leather Bondage Mistress

In a mixture of leather, and leather like clothing and shoes, tight fitting for ease of movement, I await your attention in Training Room 1.
The drapes are drawn back, to reveal to My slave the punishment that could be dished out, should he be disobedient. Ropes, leather and chain bondage await My worthless slut, followed by a generous helping of lashes, to his cock and balls.
First I select some metal cuffs, and he kneels in silence as I fasten his wrists and ankles together, behind his back. I then put on his hood, and order him, “Open your mouth.” So I can place a ring gag between his teeth. This will serve to quiet him, and also provide him with a bit to chomp on while he receives his lashes. There are clamps chained to the gag, which I attach to his nipples.
I fit a leather chastity strap, and tap his genitals with the metal studs on My big heavy heels.
I select a tool, to perform My harsh physical punishment, a riding crop.
I pull hard on the lead, forcing his head down to My knee. I kick his balls with the other foot, take a step back, and pull his head down lower. Now I have him in position, I move around to his fleshy buttocks, and strapped balls. I give him a gentle tap, with the hard cold metal tip of My crop.
“Open your thighs a little wider, feel the metal restraints in your skin.”
I deal a good blow of the crop between his legs. He groans. “Quiet!” I lean over, and grab the nipple chain, and tug twice.
I tap him again. “Now, shhh! Take it quietly.”
The split second warning, that is the swish of the crop, is enough to cause him to take in a sharp, deep breath.

Bondage

Bondage is the tying, binding, or restraining of a person for the sexual, aesthetic, and/or psychological pleasure of the parties involved. Rope, cuffs,bondage tape, self-adhesive bandages, or other restraints may be used for this purpose.
Because it is a common misconception, it is important to note that bondage itself does not contain sadomasochism.
Bondage may be used as an end into itself, as in the case of rope bondage and breast bondage. It may also be used as a part of sex or in conjunction with other BDSM activities. The letter "B" in the acronym "BDSM" comes from the word "bondage". Sexuality and erotica are an important aspect in bondage, but are often not the end in itself. Aesthetics also plays an important role in bondage.
The most common reason for the active partner to tie up his/her partner is pleasure from the restrained partner's submission and the feeling of the temporary transfer of control and power. For sadomasochistic people, bondage is often used as a means to an end, where the restrained partner is more accessible to other sadomasochistic behaviour. However, bondage can also be used for its own sake. The active partner can derive visual pleasure from seeing his/her partner tied up, and the restrained partner can derive tactile pleasure from the feeling of helplessness and immobility.
Types of bondage
Because of the diversity in its forms, bondage can be divided into various different types based on its motivation.
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No Nonsense Nurse

How can a nurse, no matter how knowledgeable and experienced, do anything for an incurable problem. I’m afraid useless with a small penis has no cure, or even relief. It just stays with you day after day, for ever and ever. But as I am ever the Professional, it is My duty to check out this specimen and decide and advise the best way forward to a future a little less pathetic.
“Take off your clothes. Fold them, and put them in the box. Let Me see it.”
And there it is. His naked, scrawny form, hunched over, head bowed, he is facing his pathetic shrivelled penis.
“Well, well, well,” I say, as I tap it with the tip of My pen “Let’s see what can be done for you. Spread your legs for a proper inspection.”
I circle him, with a tut and a sigh. The best way forward, is to tie it down, and just pretend it doesn’t exist.
And I stand in front of him, with a length of nylon chord in My fingers, pondering My technique for securely fastening such a small thing.
I begin by securing the first wrap under his testicles, and tie the first knot at the front. I then go under the penis, and back to the front to tie to the first knot. A crossed wrap travelling to the tip, followed by a knot, which makes him wince a little, as I pull upwards to lay flat, in an upright position against his stomach. I smack it with latex gloved fingers, and order him to “Keep still!”
It’s so useless, it will lay very flat. I then lead the chord around his back. Tie a knot, and continue around to the front, until his penis is totally tied flat.
“Now kneel on the floor, face down, knees apart, buttocks up.”
I watch him struggle, as the chord tightens with every inch of movement. I’m not worried, he will either become accustomed to the feeling, or his penis will detach, like the tail of a baby lamb.

Pro-Domme Guide: 5 stupid things you shouldn’t do

If you ever have the opportunity to hang around pro-dommes during their candid moments – especially a shrewdness of pro-dommes (which I propose as the collective noun¹ that should be used to describe a group of pro-dommes), sooner or later the talk rolls around to clients. As in, stupid shit clients say and do.
As I was working on this article, my significant other looked over my shoulder and remarked that this list looks a lot like the stupid tricks her clients pull. I was momentarily alarmed, as she is an attorney, not a pro-domme. But she explained that as a professional woman working mostly with men, she faces all of the same problems and challenges.
So wise up, guys. Read this list and don’t be an ass. Whether it comes to seeing a dominatrix or a lawyer.
Pro-Domme Guide: 5 stupid things you shouldn’t do
Asking for sex
This is the big one. It’s patently offensive to all pro-dommes, which is why they are usually crystal clear about it right up front. So why do so many guys do it anyway? A lot of kinksters will tell you that BDSM and D/s are not about sex. But in my opinion, that’s a black-and-white oversimplification of an issue with many shades of grey. The proliferation of slickly produced BDSM videos from kink.com and other leading purveyors further muddies the waters. You know the ones I’m talking about – where the domme ‘tortures’ the helpless sub by fucking him. Poor guy. We live in a world where everything is about sex. Just turn on the TV, open a magazine, or visit your local watering hole for proof. So it can be extremely challenging to make a distinction between getting naked and permitting a beautiful woman to do evil things to you, and having sex with her. But trust me guys, you just need to take this one on faith. Don’t even bring it up. Professional domination is not prostitution.
Being a stiff
Yeah Beavis, you heard ‘stiff’ and just assumed. But no, what we’re talking about here is breach of contract. Not long ago I was at one of LA’s top domination studios doing some behind-the-scenes business, and a client committed this cardinal sin after a session. He feigned forgetting his cash tribute, explained he couldn’t put it on his credit card for privacy reasons, and excused himself to go hit an ATM machine. Not surprisingly, he didn’t return. But stiffing a pro-domme is kind of like being rude to a French waiter. What’s that? Your crème brûlée tastes extra creamy tonight? She’s got your email address, phone number, and other tidbits of your personal information. And she talks with her colleagues regularly. Do you really want to piss her off?
Lying
Short of a close encounter with a CIA interrogator on foreign soil, you’ve picked the last person you should try to lie to. She’s an expert in seeing right through species horndogius malesapiens – of which you are a card-carrying member. What’s funnier is that you suck at it. You’re not even a challenge. No matter what, she’s going to find out the truth anyway. And she’ll respect you even less when she uncovers your deceit. So don’t set yourself up for a big fail. Just tell the truth – she’ll know how to deal with it.
Wheedling
This is an obscure word for behaviour that’s all too common. The verb ‘to wheedle’ means to coax someone into giving you something, and carries a connotation of dishonest intent. Or to put it in plain language, it means trying to scam her out of something of value. Attempting to drag out a brief pre-session consultation into a lengthy phone session is a perfect example. Another one is asking if she’s looking for a personal slave, particularly when she’s never met you. Her radar is highly attuned to these boorish antics, and she’ll put a stop to it very quickly if you cross this line. But beware – she may send you packing with a one-way ticket.
No-show
Seriously, there’s no excuse, except maybe a sudden catastrophic double amputation courtesy a Mack truck crossing your path. Save the creative excuses – and especially the really uncreative ones like ‘family emergency.’ If for some reason you can’t, or decide you won’t be able to make it, extend her the common human courtesy of letting her know in advance. And if it’s a simple case of cold feet, be honest about it. You’re not the first, and she knows exactly what to do about it.

Leather Thigh Boots

Sitting high above you, I observe your kneeling position, your head down low below My heels. I cross My feet and rest them on your shoulders. With your tongue you will show your appreciation for My boots, licking the leather to a polished finish. I will allow you to lick and suck the heel. I will allow you to lick the soles of My boots, to eat the dirt from the floor where I have walked. you will Thank Me for allowing you these privileges. I will allow you to be My foot stool. I will allow you the pleasure of feeling My heels on your body, buttocks and thighs. you will Thank Me for allowing you to feel My boots. Failure to Thank Me and compliment My boots, will follow with boot punishment. A kick in the balls, a kick in the arse, or your face are to be expected in return for unsatisfactory worship of My boots. I will observe you closely, to be sure you are paying My boots your full attention. Keep your head down, do not look up. Not at Me or at anything else. I will rest My booted leg on your shoulder, to allow you taste the leather from toe to thigh. I will rest My other boot, heel down, on your thigh. you will thank Me for allowing you to worship one boot at a time. I will rest one booted ankle on each of your shoulder’s , and you will pay equal attention to each. Nothing will distract you from My boots. Lifting your eyes higher than My boots will earn you a booted toe, pushed hard in your mouth. I will rest My stiletto heel on your balls, and push My knee hard on your tongue, for a vigorous polishing.

Strict School Lessons For Stupid Naughty boys

“Sit down on the floor, legs crossed, sit up straight, eyes front. Take this book, and read the first page out loud.”
I consider My punishment for his stupidity, as I listen to him mumble and stutter his way through this simple children’s book. I write on the blackboard, the words he cannot manage. I will make him recite, copy and spell them out later.
As he turns the page, I bring down the wooden ruler on his knuckles.
“Stop. Put the book on the floor in front of you and look to the blackboard. Read these words.”
I smack the blackboard with the ruler, working My way down the list. Some words he reads, some stumbles on again, which I underline with deep strokes of the chalk.
“Why do you struggle with such simple words? Take this pencil and paper and write these words, neatly, 10 times.”
I watch in amazement his stupidity as he scrawls the words across the page. How can he think that this effort, or lack of it, will please Me.
“Stop. This lack of effort to better your stupid self is a waste of My precious time, and you shall be punished for that. If you wish to remain stupid, you will continue to be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Stand up. Come to Me. Bend over. I will issue 10 lashes for lack of concentration. Count them.”
“(Whack!)…1… (Whack!)…2… (Whack!)…3… (Whack!)…4… (Whack!)…5… (Whack!)…6… (Whack!)…7… (Whack!)…8… (Whack!)…9… (Whack!)…10. Thank you, Miss.”
“Sit down on the floor, legs crossed, sit up straight, eyes front. Take this book and write this line 100 times. Every error in neatness, spelling, and punctuation with earn you a lash of My cane. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“The pages are lined, as you are too stupid to use plain paper.”
“Thank You, Miss.”
I write on the blackboard ‘I must try harder to please Miss, by practicing my reading, writing and spelling.’, I put down the chalk, pick up My ruler, and tap the sentence.
After making him read it, he begins to write his lines.
I pace the room, silent except for the click of My heels, and a quiet tut or sigh, as he gets distracted. I clear the blackboard, and inspect My chalky fingers. This will aid My grip, as I make his buttocks glow shortly.
“Come to Me to accept 20 lashes for concentration lapses and bad handwriting. Bend over, and touch your toes.”
With chalky fingers I pull down his underpants. As instructed, he counts his lashes, and thanks Me.
“I will now issue you with lines to take away, and bring with you to your next lesson. If they are not completed to My satisfaction, you will be issued with 10 lashes.”
I spank him just once, on each of his warm glowing buttocks, and tell him “That is for earning further lines. Pull up your pants, sit down on the floor, legs crossed, sit up straight, eyes front. I will write on the blackboard.”
And he reads back to Me, “I must try harder to please Miss, and I must always say Thank You if I am punished for not doing so

Smoking Fetish

he crawls over, and brings Me a cigarette. After putting it into one of My cigarette holders, he presents it to Me. It is clean and neat, and fits snuggly in the holder. This pleases Me, and I allow him to light it. I guide his hand up to My lips. I tell him to “Stop! Ignite the flame.”
He lights My cigarette, replaces the lighter, and moves immediately into a kneeling position, buttocks up, head to the ground, hands out on the floor in front of him, at My feet. As he is careful not to take his eyes from My feet, he will receive his reward.
“Breathe in the smoke that I allow you to inhale. Say “Thank You, Mistress.” for being so generous and allowing you to share My long cigarette.”
I first drop some ash from the end of My cigarette into his outstretched right hand. Without prompt, he thanks Me for his gift. “Lick it!” The second, I flick, still hot for a second, into his left hand.
“Now sit up, keep your head down, and show Me your tongue.” His tongue is acceptable for receiving My cigarette. Freshly cleaned before he presented himself to Me, with a pool of saliva, which I know will provide Me with the sizzling sound that I enjoy so much.
“tssss!” I watch with great satisfaction, as the last cloud of smoke rises from his tongue.....

Worship My Boots

“Kiss My boots. Kiss the toes. Kiss My heels.” I watch over him as he crawls around at My feet, kissing My boots. All the way up, he kisses them. Then all the way down to My heels. “Stop. Head down, cheek to the ground.” I stamp down My foot, crashing the heavy heel to the ground close to his face. He flinches. “you mustn’t flinch! I will issue 2 lashes of My whip!” I strike his bare buttocks with My whip, for which he thanks Me.
“Now lick My boots. All over. Don’t miss a single spot.”
I watch him closely, making sure he rubs his tongue over every last inch of leather.
“Lick them hard. Massage My feet and legs through the boots. Make the leather shine.”
Inspection of My boots shows that there has been little effort, and I am disappointed. My instructions are always clear. Long leather boots must always be buffed with vigour.
“Do they look buffed to you slave?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Open your mouth!”
I push the whole toe of My right boot into his mouth.
“I will not tolerate disobedience. Now suck them to a shine!”

On My Throne In Leather & PVC

Sitting comfortably on My throne, booted legs crossed. My leather boots ready for some heavy ball kicking. My thick heels, ready to stand on his scrotum. I will start by tying his cock & balls. I have told him before not to get hard in My presence. I lift his semi erect penis with a PVC gloved hand. “What is this? Are you getting hard again?” “Yes, Mistress.” I tap the toe of My boot over the end of it. “I will not tie a semi erect penis. Head to the ground. Legs Apart!” I walk slowly behind him. I hear him hold his breath, with the anticipation of the kick he is about to receive. I stand behind him, and observe the naked kneeling form in front of Me. Pathetic. With half a smile, I Lift up My right leg, pull back, and swing My boot forward to deal the first blow. “Thank You, Mistress.”

Golden Showers

I order him to lay down flat, face up, palms up. Satisfied that his naked body is in position, I stand over his face. “Open your mouth.” My bladder is full, and he must drink every drop he catches. Out it comes. A small burst of golden liquid, directly into his waiting open mouth. I stop it and order “Swallow.” “Did you enjoy your drink?” “Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress” I check he is still concentrating on his position. Satisfied, I stand over him again. “Good. Open your mouth.” Again it flows, much quicker now. It overflows his mouth, and he is soon lay in a puddle. “No spilling. Up on your knees, head down low” “Sorry, Mistress.” He replies, knowing his punishment is coming.

Fetish Sessions In Training Room 1

In My red PVC corset, Wet Look dress & 5 ½ inch stiletto heels, I pull back a couple of curtains in Training Room 1. The wall displays several weapons, and equipment for your training.
An experienced sub kneels naked before Me. Evidence of previous thrashes show on his buttock.
I select a riding crop, a good single weapon that will deliver a variety of blows to his already scarred rear.

Strict School Lessons For Stupid Naughty boys

Mistress does not take kindly to naughty boys. Naughty boys who are too stupid to avoid repeating the same mistakes must be severely punished.
“We shall continue our times tables. Where is your book?”
“I don’t have it Miss.”
“Unacceptable. Stand up. Bend Over. Touch your toes. I will administer 6 lashes of My cane to your bare bottom. One for each set of times tables you are going to have to rewrite in your 3rd new book. Count them”
“1….2….3….4….5….6”
“Pull up your pants. Stand up straight. Recite your 6 times tables to Me.”
“I can’t remember them Miss”
“Read them from the blackboard. Bend Over the table. Eyes on the board. 1 lash of My cane you will receive for every line of the table”
“1(whack!) times 6 is 6, 2(whack!) times 6 is 12, 3(whack!) times 6 is 18, 4(whack!) times 6 is 24, 5(whack!) times 6 is 30, 6(whack!) times 6 is 36, 7(whack!) times 6 is 42, 8(whack!) times 6 is 48, 9(whack!) times 54 is 6, 10(whack!) times 6 is 60, 11(whack!) times 6 is 66, 12(whack!) times 6 is 72.”
“you can read then?”
“Yes Miss.”
“And you can concentrate?”
“Yes Miss.”
“And you can listen to an instruction? And follow it?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Do that every time, you stupid boy.”
“Yes Miss.”
“(Whack!) Pull up your pants, I’ve seen enough of your red arse. Cover it up, and sit down.”

More Strict School Lessons For Stupid Naughty boys to follow.