Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Happy Days

I receive a txt from Mistress.  It reads, ”Come tomorrow, dressed. Expect to stay overnight.”
So who knows what is in store for me?  But I know what “dressed” means.  It means dressed as a woman. 
I think about what to wear.  It’s not always easy to get it right.  And then, I can’t turn up empty handed, so that means a little shopping first.
So I go out into town.  I know she has a list of wants on Amazon…. All sex toys, and pvc clothing.  But maybe I should get her something for herself… I know her shoe size, so I settle on a pair of mid height heeled shoes, classy, expensive.  And then I buy her flowers- from a flower shop, not something pre packed from Tesco’s.

Tomorrow dawns, and I dress.  I decide on the rock chick look.  Knee boots, short skirt, leather jacket.  I set off, nervous, but I go over it in my mind, and I think I’ve done everything I can.
I arrive, park and walk over to Her house.  She’s had me dressed outside so many times now, I hardly feel nervous. I arrive at her door and check my makeup in my pocket mirror.  I touch up my lipstick and ring the bell, once.  And then I wait.  These days I know not to become impatient.
Eventually She answers, and I greet her, “Good Morning Mistress, I have brought You some flowers, and a gift.
She dumps the gift wrapped shoes in the hallway, and tosses the flowers to one side.  I‘ll be finding a vase for them soon enough.
“I had a party here last night.  The place is a shambles.  Clean it.” She says.  “And put the flowers in a vase.”
I go and fetch the cleaning gear, and start.
It takes me all morning , and into the afternoon to clean thoroughly.  I regret bitterly the choice of clothes.  I’m hot and sweaty, and the heeled boots are killing my feet.  Having said that, I have higher heels, and at least I haven’t had my ankles or wrists chained together.
Mistress inspects my work, and finds only minor faults.  It’s hard to say if she’s pleased, but no punishment follows, so I have to assume that I’m getting better at cleaning to Her requirements.
“Good, laundry then.” 
I go to Her laundry basket.  There’s quite a lot, and much of it is hand wash.  So I get on with it.
I’m hungry, but best not to ask.  I work on, washing, drying, ironing.  It gets to about 6, and She hands me a dinner menu.
I cook for her, pasta with prawns, and a side salad.
I serve, and stand on one side of the room while she eats.
When she finishes, I light a cigarette for Her.  She smokes, and stubs the cigarette out in the remains of Her meal.  She places the plate on the floor.
“you may eat if you wish” She says.
I get on all fours and eat the remains of Her meal.  I swallow the cigarette butt- I know that She will not accept a dirty plate.

I wash up and then she tells me to go to bed.
The room I sleep in has no curtains, and a single bed with no covers.
I know the drill.
I strip, and lie down on the bed.  I leave the door open.  If Mistress wants to check on me, She can look in without having to open a door, I feel vulnerable, cold, but eventually I sleep.

I’m up early.  I make breakfast, and am allowed a slice of toast eaten directly from the floor, and half a cup of cold tea that Mistress has lost interest in.

She sends me shopping.  I have a list, and I no longer worry about who’s looking at me, I just bustle round the supermarket picking things up.  But I go through the self checkout system- it’s one less person to have to interact with.
I arrive back to find Mistress getting ready for Her afternoon’s work.
“tiffy, we have two visitor’s today, and you’re helping with them.  I’m glad you’re dressed like that, because a slightly dominant slut is exactly what I require.”

The first client arrives at 2:00, and I meet him at the door.
He almost panics and runs, but I frown at him and tell him to “Get inside, don’t waste Mistresses time.” He enters, and I show him through to the dungeon room.
Mistress comes in and he falls to his knees.  She makes him lick Her boots… and then She makes him lick mine.  He is stripped naked, and I bring him his outfit for the session- a tutu, a pair of black high heels and a black gimp mask.  I help him into them, and we strap him to a bench.
Apparently he likes a bit of caning, and Mistress flogs him.
I help her with a variety of tortures….. pinwheel, candles, a few blows to his balls.  Eventually it’s over, and She lets him masturbate onto the floor.
I take him by the shoulders, and force his face to the ground, and make him lick it up.
It’s hard to get him to leave.  Mistress leaves me to it, and I help him undress.  He just wants to talk, and he certainly can.
I almost have to throw him out the door, and just in time, because 5 minutes later the next client arrives.
He has no problem with me- in fact I’m rather concerned that he looks at me in a lustful way….
Mistress takes control of him and gets him stripped off.    She takes abuse to a new level with him, swearing at him, laughing at his dick.
She ties his balls to his ankles and then chases him round the room with a whip, laughing all the time.
She ties him up, suspended from the ceiling, and begins to kick him in the balls.  Over and over.  But he won’t say the safe word.
Eventually She tells me to have a go, and I kick him gently in the nuts.  This is a mistake on my part, as a riding crop lashes viciously across my buttocks.
“Do it properly tiff!” She hisses at me.
So I kick him hard. And again.  And again.
He is crying, sobbing uncontrollably.
I kick him once more, and he finally cracks.  “Enough Mistress., please.”
Mistress prowls round him. She is smoking, and blows some in his face.  Without warning she slaps his balls hard with her open palm.
He cries out, and begs again for her to stop.
“Please Mistress, they hurt.” He begs.
It’s nearly the end of his session, and  Mistress looks at me and smiles.
“I think you’ve been a bit hard on him tiffy.  You should make up for it.  Here rub this into his balls.”
She hands me a pot of cream.  “Go on rub it in.”
I kneel down and start to rub cream into his swollen balls.
This has the expected result, and he starts to become hard.
“Looks like his tiny dick needs some work too tiffy.”
I take my cue, and rub cream into his member which becomes fully hard, and throbbing.
“Now tiffy, lick it clean.  Start with his balls.”
I suck his balls into my mouth, and then work up his shaft, licking sucking.
“Don’t let him make a mess tiffy,” She says.
“We don’t want spunk on the floor do we? So take care of it please.”
I take his cock in my mouth, and start to move my lips up and down over the head.  He can‘t believe his luck- he certainly wasn’t expecting to get a blow job at the end of his visit.  It doesn’t take him long, and he shoots into my mouth.
“Hold it tiffy… let me see.”
I open my mouth to let Mistress see the hot spunk on my tongue.
“Now swallow it,” she says.  So I do.
We unstrap the client, and while he’s dressing, Mistress takes my hands, cuffs them, attaches them to the ceiling. 
“Before you go,” she says”, I don’t suppose you’d like to give him a couple back would you?  In the balls?”   She smiles at the client, and he knows better than to turn Her down.
He kicks me, hard, and I gasp, the pain is shocking.  It takes a while to permeate through my body, and then he does it again.  And again.
I feel sick, I can’t move, but he leaves.  Mistress turns the light off and leaves me in the dungeon, alone, attached to the ceiling, in the dark.
After an hour or so She returns.
She unshackles me, and says “Clean up.”  So I clean up. I scrub the floor, vacuum, polish.  I sterilise toys, hang up various toys, take used clothing and wash it.
It’s dinner time, I cook again.  This time I’m allowed a little dinner as it is cooked…. Except that Mistress spits on it repeatedly.  I get a drink too- a nice wine glass full of Mistress’ s pee.
And then it’s over, and I’m sent home.
Until the next time.

“You did well sucking cock today tiffy. I’m going to start offering you as an additional service that I can charge for.  So be ready for a call at any time.  Make sure you’ve got some nice red lipstick on when I call for you.”

I go home, tired, but content.  I have got through two days without any punishment.  I have helped Mistress to look after two clients, and I have been allowed to eat her spit and drink her pee.  Happy days.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Wank Tax

All you nasty little wankers who have been masturbating all week, Wank Tax of £10 per wank is due tomorrow via Amazon UK Gift Certificate.

If you have been good enough to keep your filthy little fingers out of your pants this week, you may apply today to be given permission to masturbate tomorrow.
In your application, tell Me when you last masturbated, and why you think I should allow you the privilege this week. What will you do for Me if I allow you.
Applications to Me by midnight UK time.

My email address for your application is
This is also the email address for Amazon Gift Cards.

Monday, 17 November 2014

Dommes Party November 2014

I will be holding a Dommes party this November, probably during the last week of November, between 24th & 30th.
Miss Legs and I will be looking after the lucky subs who are selected to attend, and there is another Domme, Miss Clare yet to confirm Her availability.

Other Details:
Location: South Yorkshire, U.K.
Time: Midday (12:00)
Duration: 2 hours
sub numbers invited: 4-6
Tribute: £200
Deposit: Yes

To register your interest in this party, contact Me or Miss Legs at the following addresses;
Tell Us in your application why We should consider inviting you to attend, and give any dates/times that you will be available and unavailable.

Miss Clare's photos will be posted to this blog when Her availability has been confirmed.

Mistress Eleanor
Miss Legs

Monday, 10 November 2014

Dommes Party - Thursday 27 November 2014

Mistress Eleanor & Miss Legs will be holding a Dommes party on Thursday 27 November at midday.
Miss Clare has now confirmed She will also attend.

Other Details:
Location: South Yorkshire, U.K.
Duration: 2 hours
sub numbers invited: 4-6
Tribute: £200
Deposit: Yes

Send you application to attend this party to;
Tell Us in your application why We should consider inviting you to attend.

Miss Clare's photos will be posted to this blog later this week.

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Websites down. Problems with host

If you have trouble contacting Me or Miss Legs using Our usual email addresses, this will be due to the outage mentioned in My last post on Google+. I can be contacted at

Monday, 6 October 2014

Attention Foot Fetishists, Foot Sniffers, Shoe Sniffers.....

I am selling these sandals to the highest bidder.
Bidding ends this Friday, 10 October 2014.
Send your best offer to Me at before midnight on Friday for your chance to own these sandals.

I have worn these cute sandals all through the Summer of 2014, and I have walked for miles and miles in them. Yes, they do stink.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Chastity Training

Chasity training is available for novice subs and experiences subs and slaves.
you should read this article, which gives practical advice to subs at all levels who are choosing a device.
I will give guidance individually, as part of your training, and will train for chastity in person and online.
If I agree to be your Keyholder, you will be under strict instructions of what to do and will only be released from chastity as and when I say so.
Emergency removals will be possible, but they will not please Me at all, and if you waste My time because you have gone against My advise, prepare to be punished.
Click the image to apply to Me for chastity training.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Birthday Photos

Set of 5 Photos of Me wearing gifts from My slaves for My birthday, including items from My wishlist.
These photos will be sent to your inbox, so be sure to include your email address when purchasing this item, or I won't be able to send them to you.
The photo from this for sale item is not included in the set, although if you want this photo, you should tell Me when you purchase this item so I can include it.
I have received clothes, shoes, underwear, make up and some fetish items.
To have an item you have purchased, or only items you have purchased, Click on the photo to visit My wishlist, buy Me a gift, then email Me at to request your photos.

Send no less than £5.00 to Me via Gift Rocket or Amazon Gift Certificate (U.K. GBP) using email address or ask for My Paypal or Payoneer details.

Have Adultwork credits? Click this link to see this, and My other items for sale on Adultwork.

I have 25 photos in total, with more items from My wishlist on the way.

Buy 2 sets of 5 photos and receive a free Birthday task (optional on request)

Saturday, 13 September 2014

Fund My Day

Today is going to be a very busy and expensive day for Me. I am meeting Miss Legs for a late lunch soon, and then We are going shopping. We already have a slave to carry Our bags, and will be spending tributes from slaves. Do you think We have enough money to spend? Of course not. We love shopping and We love it even more when you are paying.

Tonight We are going out for the first of My birthday nights out. We are meeting Miss Anna and Mistress Clare at 7 o’clock to eat at 7:30, then We are going for drinks and then a club to dance off Our meal until the early hours.

Fund My day and night out. Send Me money via giftrocket or email Me for paypal details. I will share pictures of what I have bought and some from Our night out with anyone who sends a cash tribute. My email address is

My birthday is next Sunday, 21 September. There are still items on My wishlist that I want to receive for My birthday. Here is a link to My wishlist .

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Happy Birthday to Me

It won't be long until it is My birthday, and I am getting in a happy mood for it now.
I have set a number of birthday tasks for My slaves. Some have been utterly pathetic efforts, but I do find it very amusing when you are utterly useless lol.
A few tasks have been carried out very well, being both humiliating and painful. I love to see subs try hard to please Me, grovelling and squirming to keep Me amused.
Light My candle so that I can blow it out and make a wish. Or maybe I won't blow out the flame, so that I can laugh at you suffer with every drip of the wax.

Send Me a cash gift for My birthday via paypal, payoneer, gift rocket or amazon gift certificate to receive your task. I want a minimum of £5 for each of My special birthday tasks.
These tasks will not be available after 20 September.
Send your request for a task and My payment details to

Humiliation Tasks

I have written some brand new humiliation tasks leading up to My birthday. I want to make a birthday page and these tasks will make My page awesome and amusing, and Me very happy.

you do not have to be My owned slave or be training under Me to apply for these tasks. you must NOT be owned by another Mistress.

There are 30 tasks available. you may apply to complete one or more, or all of these tasks.
I expect to receive a minimum of £5 via gift rocket and amazon gift certificates for each task.
My email address for these, and your application is
you can send Me a birthday message to the same email address on 21st September.
When I have received your gift and your application I will send one task to your inbox. The deadline for all tasks are 20th September.
I will accept some other methods of receiving My tribute, ask Me.

These tasks are separate from any other training, and will not be available after 20th September.

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

slave Masturbation Application

Dear Mistress Eleanor,
i wish the very very best day for my Mistress, Mistress Eleanor. Nearly 2 weeks i've been in Your service and i give all my free time to serving my Mistress. i try my best to finish all twitter tasks and my other duties. I'm very grateful for the tasks I receive from You. i believe with Your training i will be a better person and a better slave for Your service. As You ordered Your slaves, Tuesday is application day to apply for our masturbation rights. i'm here for serving You Mistress Eleanor and the most important thing for a slave is Your pleasures. As You say, pleasing You is my top priority, for this reason the purpose of my masturbation is to be not to give me pleasure, but for Your amusement. i don't wear a chastity belt, but i think for you to control my orgasm You do not need a chastity belt, as i know the penalty of disobeying Your orders is being dismissed from Your service. A slave like me that wants to be Your lifelong slave will never disobey You. If You allow it, this will be my first masturbation in Your service and this is very important for me. This is the first time in my life i have not masturbated for 2 weeks, and this very hard for me. Especially when i am given a writing task about Your feet photos. i'm very weak against Your perfect feet and i adore Your perfect feet Mistress Eleanor. During the task most of time i am erect and i use an ice bag to fix this problem. Yes, its very painful for me, but slavery is not an easy job. i hope this week i deserve this honour. Masturbation is a privilege for a slave and i beg You on my knees for this honour. i don't know what will be Your decision, but "Mistress Eleanor knows best always".
Best Regards
Your slave

Friday, 22 August 2014

21 September is My Birthday

It is My birthday on 21 September. This is less than one month away. Remember the date.
The absolute, very least I expect is a happy birthday wish in My inbox.
I want presents. I have picked out a few things and added them to My wish list
My birthday is on a Sunday, so be sure to send Me My gift to arrive in the post on Saturday 20th September.
The things I want suit every budget, so no excuses
Buy Me a Birthday Present Now
I love cash gifts via gift rocket and amazon gift certificates.
My email address for these, and for My birthday messages, is

Friday, 15 August 2014

Dormitory Dilemmas

Now, I normally sleep naked, but with Susan being here I thought a bit of modesty might be in order, and besides, I was in a girls’ dormitory, or at least pretending to be, although it once was a real girl’s boarding school.  There was a night dress provided and so I figured I better wear that, putting it on just with my navy school knickers on underneath.

Laying in bed it took a while to adjust to my unfamiliar surroundings.  I thought about masturbating, there had certainly been enough excitement during the day, but was worried in case I made a mess of the sheets, so maybe it would be best if I didn’t.  I wished Caroline was here, not that for a minute I would think of using her to satisfy my carnal lusts, but it would at least be nice to have a cuddle, and you never know, it could lead to more, although, not of course with Susan being in the same room.  Maybe a ménage à trois?  Ah, this was not doing me any good at all. I was getting more horny and frustrated as my imagination went to work.

Just as I had resolved to get up and go and get some tissues to masturbate into, I heard Caroline and Susan coming into the room.  Phew, that was a close call.  While Caroline doesn’t mind me “taking care of myself” as she calls it, she does love to call me a little masturbator and if I’d been caught she would have been sure to have involved Susan in her taunts and no matter how playful she might be the ridicule would have been extreme in my eyes.  Best to play safe and keep my hands out of my pants.

Caroline and Susan were making a bit of noise with their chatter and I was in two minds whether or not to ask them to please be quiet, but then I caught the thread of their conversation and decided to fane sleep so I could listen in.  I must admit I got a little rush out of eavesdropping on my two female companions, my fellow students, that I almost wanted to rub myself while I did it, but I daren’t risk them  catching me or give Caroline an excuse to call me a naughty little wanker or some other taunt.

“That’s an interesting line of work, I guess.”  It was Caroline and I think they were talking about the lady who was organising the weekend and performing the role of Head Mistress.

“Yeah, there must be some perks!”

“Pricks more likely, I imagine she has to deal with all sorts” Caroline was laughing.  “And sounds like she sorts them out too.”  They both laughed and it sounded like Susan making the sound of a whip.

“What did you think of her ponygirl weekend offer?”  Susan asked Caroline, but there was no answer.  “I’d be game if you were...” Susan went on.

“Maybe” Caroline sounded a bit reluctant and as if changing the subject “What do you think of tomorrow’s timetable?  I must say I’m looking forward to it.  On theme, but nice and varied, not sure what Mar..., eh Marcia is going to make of it though.”  She chuckled and I couldn’t quiet hear Susan’s reply except that she ended by saying better tell him.

“Yeah, he’s gonna have to get up early to be breakfast monitor.”  I listened carefully hoping Caroline would say more, but then she was shaking me by the shoulder.  “Wake up dear, you’re going to be busy like a bee, buzz buzz.” With that she started to poke me until I turned over and sat up, pretending to be groggy with sleep.  The lights went on and I was worried they, or Caroline at the very least, would notice the little tent I was making, the swelling induced by the image of Caroline and Susan being ponygirls had not yet receded, especially after the recent horniness.

Doing my best sleepy impression and also trying to be politely dutiful and avoid further scrutiny, I asked what’s up.

“You, Marcia, are breakfast monitor.  We’ve all been given jobs.  I’m chalk monitor and Susan is blackboard monitor.  But then we thought we’d like breakfast in bed and so elected you dear, as breakfast monitor.  That means up early and down to the kitchen.  There’s instructions.  Simple job for you” She was patting my head, reassuring the uncertainty she must have spotted in face.  “But as it’s school property you must be dressed...” before she could go on she started laughing.  “And Susan has picked out your knickers to wear” This was burst out amid more laughter and Susan admonishing Caroline for dobbing her in.  Then it happened.  Susan lay a bright pink pair of what I could only call bloomers over my bed, just where I was supposed to wear them, only problem was they didn’t lay flat and without thinking Susan went to smooth them down and as she did so let out a shriek as she felt my little stiffie under the bedclothes.

It didn’t take Caroline two seconds to realise what had happened.  Susan started apologising, Caroline told her not to, that I must have been having a wank, that obviously I must be enjoying being a schoolgirl and should apologies to Susan for giving her a fright.

As I had my eyes shut tight in embarrassment I didn’t see Susan’s reaction, but I started apologising as best I could.  Susan still seemed a bit contrite “If I’d have noticed, I never would have ...”  Caroline interrupted “It’s very small, Susan, not your fault you didn’t notice it, hell, I don’t notice it much either, in or out.”  Caroline giggled and then Susan giggled and I realised they were both a bit tipsy.

“It’s okay Marcia, it’s just not something I expected” Susan explained.  I squirmed at this and had Caroline giggling even more which then had Susan saying “Not in a girls’ dormitory at any rate.”  Caroline then wanted to know if I was a girl or would she have to call Headmistress.  I thought it best to play a long with her and replied yes, I am a girl, trying to get a petulant school girlish tone into my voice.  I was rewarded by a big smile from Caroline and little guilty smirk from Susan.

Friday, 1 August 2014

A Day in the Life of Maid Marcia

Madame’s alarm went and i waited patiently while she turned it off.  “Would you like a cuddle?” I carefully asked and to my joy she responded positively, spooning into my back and saying how lovely and warm i was as her hand snaked down and cupped my genitals snugly hidden in my panties.

In my imagination Madame said that she didn’t have to go to work early today and that i could massage her feet while she snoozed. No further encouragement was necessary and slipping my gown on i moved to the end of the bed and with massage oil at the ready proceeded to carefully peel back the covers to reveal one of her beautiful feet. 

After massaging both feet i carefully moved up her legs until i was massaging her thighs.  This was a risk i knew, but it seemed like a good chance.  Carefully i reached into Madame’s bedside drawer and retrieved her vibrator.  First i used it on her feet and legs, working my way back up to her pantie covered crotch.  It was so nice to touch her so intimately and i was getting quiet excited, but she suddenly shocked me by pulling aside her knickers so her sex was fully displayed to me – a rare and wonderful sight.  Letting her enjoy the attentions of the vibrator for a while i imagined it was a real man who was pleasuring her, but finally i worked up the resolve to ask her if i could lick her pussy, something i love doing, but rarely get the chance.

Madame told me to wait while she went to the bathroom.

When she returned she had left her knickers off and proceeded to lie down so i could lick her precious pussy.  The slight sent of her lingering urine was a turn on, but it was soon supplanted by her juices as they mixed with my salvia, causing me to pause and gulp down all i could.  I know her juices held lots of female hormones, but that was a risk i was more than happy to take and continued to lap, lick and suck away until Madame had first one and then two wonderful orgasms.  Pausing i asked if i was better at giving her orgasms than her boyfriend (my pet name for her vibrator) and she said yes, but only with your tongue.

Sadly things had to stop there as i had chores to perform and Madame still had to go to work.  In my dressing gown i tidied up my face before going into the kitchen where i put away the dishes, made Madame a cup of tea and prepared her breakfast and that for the other family members including her pets.  When that was done i had my own simple breakfast and left the family to enjoy a period of quality time. 

As i ate my breakfast and checked things on my computer i thought how lucky i was that Madame allowed me to share her bed.  It would be simple for her to put me in the spare room or even the closet as she had sometimes teased or playfully threatened me.  Of course the spare room would be my fate if she ever did feel like sharing her bed with a real man, something that is of course totally within her rights.  One thing i know is sissy husbands have no rights, but that sissy maids have lots of responsibilities.

Time gets away and i am called to service.  Quickly i throw on some ugly male clothes and perform the morning taxi service, but it doesn’t take long and i am soon home and can attended to my chores after having a shower, carefully shaving my little bits so they look cute and wishing i could be rid of the rest of my nasty body hair.  Still warm from the shower i complete my exercise and stretching regime imagining that one day i might be really supple and slender.

Today is a very special day. For a number of reasons, one of which i won’t go in to involved the creation of a tasty snack which i duly consumed.  The most important reason was that it was maid day.  Before Madame had left for the day i had told her it was maid day and that i would be cleaning the house.  She said good and i am sure she knew i would be performing my maid duties as Marcia and would be properly attired, or well i hope she did as i am.  Yes, a very special reason is that i have been told to tell my story of a day in the life of maid Marcia and of course i can’t very well do that if i am not dressed for the part.

The only challenge is i have to write my story while dressed as Marcia, but at the same time do all my chores.  Oh dear.  How am i going to fit all that in?

Luckily there was only one load of washing to hang out.

Rather than take my usual morning coffee break reading a book, i took my flat white (which is my coffee of preference when i’m Marcia as it is a cruel jibe at my flat chest, sniff.  But better than having a long black...  hee hee, giggle, giggle.  Blush.  What am i thinking?)  Oh my, it can be hard to concentrate.  Anyway, while having my coffee i started my story.

When i was preparing the washing i noted there was some ironing to do.  There is not much ironing, just two school shirts, so this was a treat as you can guess who would be doing the ironing.  Yes me, maid Marcia.  i must remember to tell Madame that i have ironed them as she is sure to tease me about it in some way.

Ironing should make a good photo opportunity and i set everything up and took a picture using the timer.  When i had finished i checked the photo only to find it was, well, rubbish.  Oh dear.  Maybe a photo of me checking to see if the washing is dry?  Good idea i thought and duly set it up.  Not bad. And yes, they are my pink panties and they were the ones that can be just seen in a photo associated with the Sellotape task.  On the line were two more shirts and they were dry enough to iron and so i brought one in and set up another photo.  Much better, but now i realised i had done three of the four shirts and so i had better do the last one.  Oh my.  My poor aching feet after standing ironing for half an hour on the hard slate floor while wearing high heels...  I rather enjoyed it.

Would i still say that after the vacuuming was done?  Probably the most important task i had to do today and one i was determined to do while still appropriately dressed.  But first a bite for lunch.

One of the good things about being Marcia is that she likes to diet.  She wants to be a skinny bitch in the kitch.  This is something that gets her in trouble with Madame who doesn’t like her losing too much weight, so i don’t think i am every going to have a nice figure.  Lunch by the way was a small sweet potato pie, an apple and glass of water.  There was some leftover fired rice to have, but that can wait till another day.

Strangely i’m not that hungry, maybe it was the protein shake i had earlier?  It was a real treat.  I don’t know if it will be a rare treat or a common occurrence or both.  What i do know is that it is now firmly fixed in my little mind.


It has to be done.  And as i’m dressed as a maid i guess i’m the best person to do it.  “Let me be your vacuum cleaner, sucking up your dust”.  Hmmm, best not let my little mind wander in that direction.

Oh dear this is not like me at all.

At this stage i had to stop writing and get on with my chores as by the time i would have them finished i would have used up all my Marcia time for the day.  Thank heavens i had another day up my sleeve, eh, in my closet.  And so now i’m Marcia as secretary completing my story, although i still has some domestic chores to complete and one interruption to contend with.

The vacuuming was endless!  Hall, study, lounge, kitchen, main bedroom, bathroom and laundry, paying particular attention to the skirting boards which required me to constantly bend down or crouch down to change vacuum attachments.  To top it off, and as if my poor feet weren’t sore enough, i decided to mop the kitchen floor as well.

Afternoon taxi service and then start dinner (asparagus soup), wash up, prepare drinks for Madame and watch some family TV.  Then it was early to bed, but what would it be like if it was just Madame and i home alone, if say the other family members had a sleep over at friends or something?

Madame came home from work and commented favourably on the state of her house.  With a little curtsey i said thank you and asked if Madame would like a drink.  White wine was the order and i prepared that while Madame got changed from her business clothes into something more casual.  This is a part of being her maid i don’t like, she is never or at any rate only briefly, ever dressed up when we are together.  She gets dressed special for other people, but not poor little me who never gets to see her in stockings, skirts, sheer blouses or high heels.  Never mind, i am lucky that for her casual is still pretty smart.

While she enjoyed her wine and read her book i busied myself tidying up her clothes and preparing dinner.  Madame wished to have soup tonight and so i picked out one i knew was her favourite.  It was simple to do, but i kept to the kitchen so Madame could enjoy some time alone which i know she really appreciates even though i long to be in her presence.

After serving her dinner i was surprised when she told me to wait.  She had me stand by while she finished her soup so i could take away the dish and tray, no matter that my dinner was getting cold (although not dreadfully so as i had put the soup in a warmer).  Just standing there, waiting quietly on this wonderful, powerful, intelligent and beautiful woman sent shivers up my spine.

When she was finished i was dismissed and told to take my dinner in my study, but that i could join her later after i had washed up.  “Thank you, Madame” i happily replied, sensing that she was in a good mood and that we might have some special time together.

Once the dishes were dried and put away and the kitchen was all neat and tidy, i reported back.  Madame had picked a program to watch, however she wanted me to give her feet a pedicure and massage.  i was in heaven.  First i soaked and scrubbed and then licked and sucked until her feet were lovely and clean.  Then i was told to apply nail polish to her lovely toenails, a rich burgundy colour – not to my tastes i admit, i’m a simple bright red girl when it comes to nail polish.  After a second coat had fully dried, i spent the rest of the time until her program finished massaging her feet.

Then it was time for bed.  Madame had a hot shower first to relax her while i put away the pedicure things and again tidied up her clothes and got ready for bed as well (simple pink nightie). Would i get lucky?

Just as i was about to ask if Madame required any oral pleasure she told me that this morning had been good, but not long enough and that i was to be a good girl and get back to licking her pussy or anything else she might provide.  Oh my, i was indeed, very, very lucky.

Madame just relaxed as i let my lips, tongue and mouth worship her pussy until she had one orgasm, another orgasm, a third orgasm, and... Oh i was so excited.  i wish i could have one to.

Madame turned over and raised her bottom up by dragging her legs under her, spread so her bottom cheeks parted and let me glimpse her rose bud.  i knew she expected me to kiss it, but not just a light kiss, little flick with the tongue or even a French kiss, she expected a good old fashioned snog.  So i did, revealing in worshipping her most divine orifice as if i had just made first base with my childhood sweetheart and we were making out for the first time.  Oh my, i was in heaven snogging my wife’s arsehole.

“Enough!” Madame commanded or more correctly purred.  “Time to go to sleep.”  Quickly i rearranged the bed covers and dashed to clean my face and teeth.  i so wanted to cum, but was afraid she would be asleep before i got back.  Snuggling into bed i couldn’t help but ask “Please Madame can i have an orgasm?”  i know i’m not supposed to ask, but i had to.

“Well...” Madame said sleepily.  “You’ve been a very good maid...”  Oh my, she is going to say yes.

“But...” she went on slowly.  “Orgasms are very special.”  Instantly i agreed with her.

“And really dear, only women have true orgasms, naughty boys just spurt and make a mess and i don’t want you making a mess.”

“Yes, Madame” I said dejectedly, trying to hide my disappointment, pouting for all the good it would do me in the dark.  Then i had an idea.  “But Madame, i’m not really a boy.”

“You’re not a man, you mean.” She interrupted, but more playful than sarcastic, i think she knew what i was trying to say.

“Yes, Madame, so maybe as i’m more a girl i can still have an orgasm?”  Ever optimistic.

“Well, let’s think...”  The pause was agonising.  “You are a fake girl, a pretend girl, so, you can have a pretend orgasm.  A fake one!”  Madame was most pleased with herself.  She cuddled into me holding me tight so i couldn’t move.  “Come on Marcia, show me you love me.  Let me know you’re satisfied with our love making by faking an orgasm.  Come on, nobody well know expect you, I will think you’ve cum, I won’t notice the absence of a mess, i don’t mind, plus you won’t have to sleep in the wet spot.” As Madame chuckled and cooed i moaned and groaned and did my best at pretending to have an orgasm.

Madame’s last words as she went to sleep were that pretends are fun and that i must do it more often for her.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Mistress Eleanor Trains me For my Owner

It’s 5:30 on a Winter’s evening, and i’m leaving work, catching a bus home,  as usual.  A voice i know comes from behind me, “Hey tiffy, where are you headed?”
i freeze. Only Mistress Eleanor calls me that.  Even my owner calls me “cucky”,  “slave”, or sometimes “sissy slut”  since She turned from wife to Owner.
i turn, fearing the worst, and sure enough, here She is, head cocked, an eyebrow raised, a slight smile on Her face.
“Er, “ i stammer, “i’ m headed home, Mistress,” i whisper.  i glance round hoping nobody from work is witnessing this.
She shakes Her head.
“No, get in the van,” She orders, and points at a Transit van parked across the road, the back doors open.
“My wife will be expecting me,” i start, but She cuts me off.
“No She isn’t.  Never call Her that again, and NEVER argue with Me.  Now get in.”
i’ ve seen that look before, so i cross the road and climb in the rear of the van.  It has one seat with a seat belt on it, And Mistress follows me in and sits down, locking the door behind me.
“Strip,” She commands, so i do, putting my clothes in a box.  Of course i’ m already wearing my chastity device, panties and hold-up stockings under my suit, so i leave these on.
“Kneel,” She commands; i do.  “So I have this letter from Your Owner…. “ She scans down it.  “This is the relevant part, ‘ …. So as I will be away in the countryside for a few days with the two Anderson brothers, I could do with You taking  the sissy away for training……’  And then She goes on to ask for a few specific bits of training.  So welcome to the Short Break from Hell.”
“W W WWhat about work?” i stammer.
“You’ll be phoning in sick. Now kneel down and clean my boots.”
We drive for a while as i tongue the mud of Her boots.  i’ m pretty sure she’s  been walking about in a field on purpose.

We arrive, and now wearing a pair of stupidly high heels i’ m pushed out of the van, and into Her house.
She shows me into a room- it is small with a single bed.  It has no bedding on it, just a bare mattress. The door has been removed.  Some lingerie and a maid’s outfit, and a wig are hanging up.
“Change,” she orders, and i get dressed.
She watches me, and clips a lead to my CB6000s. She walks, and i follow, to a room where i can apply makeup and false, painted nails.
“Come here if You need to freshen up,” She tells me.
“But now, its time to be a maid.  Clean this house. Properly.”
She turns on Her heel and leaves.
It’s around 7:30, and i begin my cleaning.  The house is spotless, but i know better than to skimp- i clean everything, windows, skirting boards, i vacuum, i dust.
i clean the toilets, the sinks.
Mistress inspects.
“you’re getting better at this tiffy,” She says.  “Your Owner will be pleased. 
Now, it’s nearly midnight, and You have a long day ahead of You, so it’s bed.  But you’ll be thirsty.”
i know what is coming, and shortly i am kneeling on the bathroom floor, drinking Her pee through a funnel as it squirts from Her.
“You need to practice hard with drinking tiffy- I don’t want to hear you gagging.”

i sleep fitfully, on a bed with no covers; i hear someone stop outside the door and look in, then go on along the landing

The alarm goes off at 6.   Naturally.
i am hungry, as i had no dinner last night, and only pee to drink.
i rise, dress as a maid, and go to the kitchen.  Where i wait, kneeling.  And wait. And wait.

Eventually She arrives, and allows me some dry toast and a glass of water.  The bread has been deliberately left lying around, and has mould on it.

After i make Her a real breakfast, i am given a new set of clothes- a P.A.s outfit, white blouse, black pencil skirt.
And a large butt plug.  Obviously.
i’ m to answer the phone, and emails, and do some work on Twitter. i’ m informed that i will be working as a P.A. for my Owner in the near future, so i need to practice my skills.
i phone in sick.  i’ m not convinced they believe me.
People call Mistress, but some hang up when they hear my voice.  They don’t want to talk to a man.

The door bell rings.
“Well answer it You pathetic wanker,” She tells me “it’s my 11 O’Clock. And show him through to the equipment room.”
There is a young, girlish man at the door, and His eyes open widely when i answer.  “Come in, please it’s this way.  Don’t worry Mistress Eleanor is here.”
He follows me nervously down the hall, and i leave him.
An hour later, Mistress comes and asks me to join Her.  And, as it turns out, him.  he is strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross, dressed in lingerie, and made up.
“It turns out that amber here is a lesbian,” She tells me. “And you like girls too don’t you tiffy?”
“Yes Mistress,” i reply, fearing what is about to happen.
“Well she’s just asked if she can have relief, and i thought, ‘Why not?.’  Tiffy can sort her out.  So get on your knees and prove that you can suck like a real sissy.
i kneel down, and suck her sissy clitty…….. i gag a little, but eventually she comes suddenly, in my mouth and on my face.
“Leave us now,” She tells me, and i go back to work.  i know better than to wipe the cum from my face, and it dries there, in streaks.

Later, i am changed into my maid’s outfit, and i clean the house again.
i make Mistress dinner.  She takes the scraps and balances them on the rim of the toilet.  There is a cigarette end that She has just smoked stuck in the food.  And the toilet has not been flushed, deliberately.
i eat the dinner carefully, cleaning the toilet rim with my tongue as well as i can.
Shortly after it is bed time again.

The second day starts the same; early start, mouldy breakfast.
But there is a change of emphasis.  Today i need to improve my cock sucking following “..that pathetic effort yesterday….”
So i kneel, strapped over a bench, and suck a realistic dildo, being told how to suck the balls, lick round the glans.
i’ m allowed a short break, and then put back to the same job, but in a slightly different position.
i quickly find out why.  Mistress fucks my arse with a strap on, while i blow the dildo.  She gives it everything, and i feel like i’ ll be knocked clean out of the straps holding me down.
Apparently as my Owner likes to have two men cuckold me at once She has asked for me to be taught what it’s like to be “spit roasted.”  The answer is painful and humiliating, of course.

Three men are here to session today.  i show two in, but see nothing more of them.
The third is a fat hairy late middle aged man.  Naturally, he’s the one who accepts the offer from Mistress of a blow job from the “stupid sissy slut maid and urinal.”
i get  his pubes stuck in my mouth, but not to worry, because he also gets to piss in my mouth, washing them away. 
i help him dress, and show him to the door.  Even though he’s here for domination, he’s still one rung above me on the ladder of submission.  “Thanks for the blow job you fucking faggoty girly pervert,” he breathes to me as he leaves. “I’ll be asking for you next time i’m here.”  He sneers, nastily, and walks off down the road.
Next time…. Oh Lord.
i have cum and pee on my blouse now.  But my makeup is immaculate, because i know that i must re-apply whenever it’s needed.

Then i get a bit of CBT. Nothing special.  Candle wax.  A couple of knees to the balls.  Nettles.  Lots of nettles, all over my balls, and pushed through the CB6000s onto my cock.
It stings.
Under the balls seems to hurt worst, although i have my nipples attacked with them too, and then some are shoved up my arse, which is already stinging from my rogering.

i prepare a meal for myself under direction.
There are a number of tins with no labels, and i have to pick 3.
Two are easy to recognise.  Tinned peaches and spaghetti.  The third is harder to work out, but it’s some kind of meat, and by Her evil grin i’ m guessing it was meant for a hairy pet of some kind.
As usual, it’s one pot cooking, stirred all together, then eaten directly from the floor.  i do my best to clean the floor with my tongue, but eventually i have to get a mop.

Some deportment training follows.
i walk up and down the hallway and front room with a book on my head, practicing my hip swaying.  Every time i lose the book i get caned on my bare backside.  After an hour it’s red raw, and painful.  Just a touch hurts, and i find myself close to tears.  Must be the hormone pills.

Then i just have to stand in my French outfit, holding a sign that reads “Maid station Number 1.”
It seems like forever. 
Then two of Mistress’s men friends turn up.
She asks them if they want blow jobs, but they say that they’re not gay, so instead they have a beer, and stand around calling me names, “fucking little queer,”  “sissy cocksucker,”  “slutty wanker,,,” and so on.  They allow me to serve them beer, and one laughs that “she makes a good waitress, I’ll give her that.  The stupid little bitch.”  i could cry.  Really.

They leave, but are replaced by three female friends of Mistress, asked round specifically for tea.
i serve them drinks and cake.
i am allowed a drink of tea made in a shoe, and a small piece of cake, mashed up and spat on, loudly and repeatedly by them all.
And then, as the evening wears on, and they prepare to go, Mistress suddenly brandishes a key.  And undoes my chastity, which is a surprise.
i am given a wine glass with a little water in it, and to the general jeers and encouragement of Her friends i wank into the glass.
“Drink, drink, drink,” they chant, and as i swallow the lot, they cheer, and a couple of them take photos with their mobile phones.  “Straight on Twitter with that,” one says.
They leave, and i clear away the tea things.  i imagine it’s time for me to clean the whole house again.
But no.
“Follow me,” She commands, and we go out into the darkness. i’ m pushed into the back of the van, ball gagged, tied up, blindfolded, and left alone.
The van drives for a while and then stops.
The doors open, and my bonds and gag are removed, the blindfold remains.
“Out.” i’ m half pulled, half shoved out of the van, and i find myself standing on a hard surface.
“Wait,” She says.
i hear the van start up
“Bye.  Say Hi to Your Owner for me,” She says through the open window of the van as it drives off.  i panic, and rip off the blindfold.  i am on the street outside my house, dressed as a maid, in impossibly high heels.
i totter as fast as i can up the path, trying to ignore whichever neighbours i can see coming along the pavement.  As i reach the front door i catch a peek through a crack in the curtains.
My Owner is on the sofa, being fucked hard by one of the Anderson brothers.  The other one is sitting in a chair, naked, drinking a can of beer.
But the neighbours are almost at my house, and i dare not look round in case we make eye contact and recognise each other.

i have no option.
i open the front door and totter in; in the front room my Owner is gasping rhythmically while the stud on top of her grimaces and thrusts harder.
The man in the chair grins at me.  “About time you got here.”

Another long night i think.

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

panty toy on Twitter

I am honoured to be your panty toy.
Knowing that you are amused at the sight of my tiny maggot makes me feel good/humiliated that I am a lowly slave to my majestic Owner.
I feel both honoured and humiliated when told to post my pics on twitter, but I know obedience to you, my Mistress, comes first.
Your panty jonathan

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Forced Feminisation At Boarding School

My wife Caroline and her best friend Susan had signed up for a weekend retreat that promised a realistic experience of an old English private boarding school.  The only thing was there was a minimum requirement for three pupils and so I was dragged in as well.  They didn’t tell me it was a boarding school for girls, but they had warned me that there would be some dressing up, just like in a “How to Host a Murder party”.  I had to admit it sounded interesting and the location was exceptional and the food and lodging was advertised as superior to school standards.  There was even wine with dinner.
Now, Caroline knows I like to cross dress and I guess she probably confided as much to Susan.  Either way when we arrived and I realized what was required I couldn’t back out; Caroline’s look told me she knew this was something I would enjoy regardless of any protestations on my part.  More so, the Head Mistress who greeted us, who we were to refer to as Mistress Eleanor, gave me a stern look  and after getting us into our uniforms and complimenting Caroline and Susan on their smart appearance, just said to me with a note of disappointment “You’ll just have to  do.”
There is not much you can say about a school uniform and really I suppose, apart from the skirt, it was pretty unisex.  I was almost disappointed: vest, no bra; socks, no tights; and of course flat shoes and no makeup.  Caroline and Susan wore bras and if I’d have been asked I would have said I thought that was unfair, doubly so when I later found out we would be playing tennis – the sight of the two girls playing tennis braless would have been literally boggling.
The accommodation was a dormitory, basic but certainly a lot better appointed than it would have been when it was part of an actual girl’s school.
We went almost immediately into lessons.  The first one was French and I got the feeling I’d been set up as I knew Caroline had studied the subject at school and Susan had travelled extensively in France.  My French was limited and I nervously took the French 101 book from my desk and stood to read out loud as Mistress Eleanor instructed.
Well, it was about fifteen minutes of Caroline and Susan giggling and laughing as Mistress Eleanor continually corrected my pronunciation of the text.  Finally she gave up and told me I was a stupid girl and proceeded to put a dunce’s hat on my head and lead me to the naughty corner.  I was quite mortified by this and listened in silence as first Caroline and then Susan read aloud without any trouble or correction. Mistress Eleanor then dismissed them for morning tea which I later found out was a nice spread of coffee and cakes brought in from a local tea rooms.  I however had to stay in the naughty corner and be content with a glass of water.  Mistress told me off for pouting and that if I had been a better girl I wouldn’t be missing out.
For the remaining lessons we practiced calligraphy, studied domestic science and did some embroidery before games in the afternoon.  Of course my hand wasn’t the neatest and so I had to wear the dunce’s hat again.  My cooking skills also were not up to par and I was left to eat my rather dull scones for lunch rather than the nice looking sandwiches that the others enjoyed.  They also had juice, but I just had water again.
Most of the afternoon was given over to games which turned out to be Caroline and Susan playing tennis while I had to “pretend” to be the “ball boy”; something that they thought was very funny and even Mistress Eleanor had a few laughs, particularly went Caroline chided that I had to pretend as I wasn’t a boy as I was at a girls’ school wearing a skirt and that anyway, I didn’t have any balls.  I blushed and was further shamed when Susan smiled as Caroline lifted up her little finger in the time honoured indication that I had a small penis.  I’m not sure what Mistress thought of this behaviour and I almost expected her to tell the two of them off, but instead she chuckled and said that maybe a girls’ boarding school was the best place for me.  
Caroline and Susan playing tennis was actually fun to watch.  They had changed into sports bras and tennis shoes, but still had on their school skirts.  Those skirts would fly about as they swung their rackets and I would get lovely glimpses of their knickers, ugly school girl knickers it is true, but it was still pretty sexy, especially when Caroline would comment on it, shouting out: “Saw your knickers!”  “Break an elastic!”  Susan was a bit prudish to start with, but her competitive spirit overcame her modesty and forced Caroline to concentrate more on her game and less on her taunts.  I enjoyed the display and the exercise in running after the balls was good.  It certainly beat sitting in the dunce’s corner.  However afterwards it was a bit embarrassing when Mistress Eleanor told me off for displaying my knickers as I was fetching the balls which had Caroline and Susan in fits of laughter.
It goes without saying that my sewing was a failure.  Mistress Eleanor told me I would be repeating the task for homework, at dinner time.  So, there I sat, dunce’s hat on my head again, dinner getting cold, sewing my name, “Marcia” onto a handkerchief.  Each time I finished stitch I had to recite my name and it became quite hypnotic and soothing.
Caroline and Susan had finished the wine by the time I joined them so I had to content myself with water again.  I must say the catering was superb, not that I got to enjoy any of it much.  I suppose in that way I was getting more of a real experience of what it was like at a girl’s boarding school.
Mistress Eleanor came to check on us and enquired how everything was going.  Caroline and Susan said they were having a great time.  My opinion wasn’t sought, but as I sat squirming, Mistress Eleanor snapped “What is it Marcia?”
“Please Mistress may I use the bathroom?”  Caroline and Susan burst out laughing and as a result I didn’t hear Mistress Eleanor’s response and so had to ask again.

“You really are a stupid girl.  The answer’s now no.  Not until you go to bed.”  She stood looking at me and could see I was desperate.  “In fact it is best if you go to bed right now you silly girl.  Give that empty space in your head some rest.”  Shame faced I made my way hurriedly to the dormitory and rushed to the loo, leaving Caroline and Susan to an enjoyable night of watching some TV and possibly having an adult conversation with Mistress Eleanor about what they expected on the second day of our weekend stay.

Saturday, 7 June 2014

slaves Follow My New Twitter Account

Tribute Me via via Gift Rocket to email address before requesting to follow Me at My new twitter account unless you are already My owned slave.
you may tribute Me any amount using that link, there is no minimum requirement.

This twitter account is for My slaves, subs and sissies to share their task experiences and photos with other slaves, submissives and sissy gurls. What is shared will be decided by Me. Photos and tweets can be sent to Me either via your twitter account by including @Myonlineslaves in your tweet, which I will retweet, or privately by sending Me the image to My email or by DM, which if shared, will only be seen by followers of the account.

I will also share photos of Me that are not seen in any of My other accounts, on twitter or anywhere else, as well as some that are My slaves’ favourites from My websites, blogs and on other places on the internet. My followers will be allowed to leave their messages on all My photos.

My main twitter account can be followed by anyone at any time.  

Monday, 26 May 2014

Webcam Sessions & Skype & Yahoo Chat Sessions

I give training to subs, slaves and sissies via webcam on yahoo messenger and skype.
Unless I have already contacted you with instructions on how to proceed with these sessions, follow these rules and instructions. If you do not, you will just get ignored.

In your first message, introduce yourself to Me. Tell Me who you are, your likes and dislikes, and why I should allow you to serve Me.  If I agree to discuss your training needs with you, send Me an initial gift of £10 via Gift Rocket to email address Until I have received this payment, you will not get My undivided attention. you may or may not get a response at all, but if you do I will likely be talking to many people at once. When I have received your initial tribute, the chat should last no longer than 20 minutes. If it runs over time, you will be asked to tribute again, and I will catch up with My waiting messages.

If I agree to a webcam session, you will be instructed to tribute again, in the same way A preview of the gifts I expect to receive for webcam sessions can seen here
A time for the session will be discussed as well as anything you will need to get, do or know for the session, during the initial chat.
If you annoy Me, or persistently try to get My attention for free, you will be deleted and blocked.

1. Add Me on Skype or Yahoo Messenger using address
2. Introduce yourself and tell Me as much information about yourself as you can.
3. Wait for My response. Do not send Me several messages, repeating My name or asking Me if I am there. As soon as I read your message I will respond to it.
4. Webcam communication will not start until after the session details have been agreed.
5. Once a session has been arranged and agreed, there will be no deviating from the agreement. Anything outside of the agreement will result in the session being terminated.
6. I am in charge at all times. If you think anything different and start to dictate the session, webcam will be terminated.
7. Sessions will not run over the agreed time. If you are in a session for an agreed 30 minutes, the session will be 30 minutes, at which time the webcam will be terminated. If the session is not finished, communication will continue using typed messages only. Webcam will only be restarted when a further tribute for webcam time is sent via via Gift Rocket to email address
8. There are no exceptions to these rules, unless you are My owned slave and have had alternative instructions already.

N.B. There will be no sex and no nudity on My part during webcam sessions. If this is what you are looking for, you should go to a camsex site or contact a webcam sex performer.

Skype & Yahoo Chat Sessions & Task Instructions
I will take requests for Yahoo & Skype chat sessions, and give instructions for tasks with future deadlines this way.
As mentioned above for chats to arrange webcam, send Me a tribute of £10 for 20 minutes of My time via via Gift Rocket to email address
Send £20 for 21-40 minutes. Send £30 for 41-60 minutes.

I do not enjoy giving these rules, as the subject of cash should be a minor part of My rules, and I do prefer to deal with slaves on an individual basis. However, there have been so many people wasting My time recently, that I have had to put these in place.
Of course, I have always had to deal with a certain amount of timewasters, as I am sure many others do, but My spare time has decreased and the timewasting arseholes have increased, a lot. I do not know where this sudden influx of timewasters have come from, but hopefully these rules will make them scurry away, back to loserland where they belong.

If you are a loyal regular slave of Mine, you already know what to do.
If you want webcam sessions only as part of regular servitude, contact Me with your application for a complete and varied training package in the normal way, to My email address or

Friday, 2 May 2014

Bondage & Ball Busting (CBT) Session

When he arrives he looks nervous. I hand him the contract and tell him to “Sign it!”
I order him to undress and then “Get to your knees, slave.”
I pace around him slowly, checking his position. Kicking his ankles further apart and grabbing his hair, to push his face down lower.  His whole body is shaking. I press My sole onto his trembling fingers.  As I do so, he moves his head slightly, with a temptation to look up towards Me. I immediately push his head down. “I did not tell you to move. Stay where you are. Quiet and still.”
I lean over him with a length of rope, loop it under his face and tell him to “Open your mouth.” I pull the loop between lips and teeth, before securing it behind his head with a single knot. “Now, bite down on that and get your head right down to the floor.”
I tie the rope next around his wrists. I grab his arms and pull them backwards, forcing him to balance on his knees and his head. I wrap one end of rope around one wrist, and secure it before repeating this with the other end around the other wrist. I then cross his wrists and tie them together, wrapping the rope around tightly several times to be sure that he cannot move.
I then work the lengths of rope down between his buttocks, wrapping each length once around each thigh before securing the rope with a single knot on each side.
Now that he is in position and bound, with a bit of rope between his teeth, partly to help to silence him, and partly for him to bite down to take what is coming to him, I reach for My first weapon.
I start off lightly. There is a 2 hour session ahead, and I do not want to tire My slave too quickly. The endurance of each slave is always put to the test, but even light slaps to the testicles can become painful if the slaps are persistent over a lengthy period. If he has any thoughts of this being easy from the punishment he is about to take, he is mistaken. If a slave requests a session of heavy ball busting, heavy ball busting is what he will get. My slaves always report the satisfaction of bruised blue balls following My sessions.
With My small soft leather flogger in hand, I lift his rear using the rope, and kick his feet even further apart for the easiest access to My target. As I lift him I notice that there is a semi erection, which must be rectified. I decide that the penis is going to feel My flogger as well. The whip will feel most painful wherever the skin is pulled tight, and nothing cures an erection quite like the sting of My flogger as it strikes with speed and force.
I lift one leg over him and sit on him, facing his rear. I pull up on the ropes with one hand, like pulling on the reins of a horse, and draw back My flogger in the other. And down it swings “kscht!”
I do not know if he winced. I had My full weight bearing down on him, so he was rendered motionless, whether the urge to flinch was there or not. Nor did I hear a single sound come from him behind Me. I do not say so, but this pleases Me. I enjoy it when I give pain which is received in silence. I lift the flogger again, and release it downwards with force, a little more force than the last lash, but not too much. I watch as the swift movement makes contact with his balls and the lengths of the tassels continue to travel underneath to make secondary contact with his already shrinking penis. I give him a total of 10 of these lashes, each a little more harsh than the last, before dismounting to fetch the next ball busting weapon.
This time, My leather hand paddle. The leather is soft, but this paddle is stiff, unlike the soft flowing tails of the previous flogger. I use the paddle to pull back on his testicles before pushing his ankles together this time. I am satisfied for now that the offensive, unsightly erection is gone. Now it’s time to start some ball beating. I wonder to Myself how blue I can make them before its time for Me to show him the door. With his buttocks high, ankles and knees together, and his balls trapped between his thighs for Me, I stand behind him and take aim. A more precise strike can be achieved with a leather paddle, or spanker. The hit creates more of a bump than a swish, the light sting of the flogger tails is replaced with the feeling of a full on hit. The feeling is exaggerated by trapping the balls between the legs this way. The first swipe causes his body to react. If they weren’t tied, his instinct would bring his hands down the assaulted area, and his body definitely weakens temporarily at the core. Barely 30 minutes into the session, and his balls are starting to feel the punishment they are receiving. After 3 hits of the paddle, they start to look slightly purple and slightly enlarged. This makes Me smile, and I continue on My mission for blue balls.  10 strikes of the paddle, and I step back to inspect My work. The blood is really starting to flow hard around the beaten area now and there is quite a colour change.
I kick his legs apart again, to allow the blood to flow more freely and to allow the pressure to release. I walk around him, checking the rope and readjusting his position. I stand for a while, with My stiletto heels close to his head. I can hear that although he is not making a sound, his breathing is heavy. I grab the rope at the back of his neck and force him into a more upright position. First I add a blindfold. I want the next thing I do to come as a total surprise to him. It takes his full concentration to keep his balance, especially now he is blindfolded. This should be enough to distract him while I take a short walk to the other side of the training room to collect a few things.
First I add a clamp to each nipple. This is really easy, as his nipples are enlarged and protruding from his torso. They must be sensitive as well, as there is a definite flinch from him this time, as I attach each one.
Then come the pegs. Lots of pegs. I have hundreds, many sizes and made of many materials. Today, I choose wooden ones. I grab his flaccid penis by the tip of the foreskin and pull. Once stretched, I start to attach the pegs. I add about 30 before I am satisfied. he won’t get hard now. I grab his hair and push his head back to the ground. A couple of pegs ping off with the movement. When pegs come off this way, they pinch. It is actually My preferred method of removing penis pegs.

Next, the cane. I part his legs again. his balls, now swollen and purple are an easy target from any angle. The cane supplies a good mix of sensations similar to both My previous ball busting weapons. The thin flexible cane provides the sting, while the shine of the cane snaps and slaps, and the solid material lands a good hard whack.  
“brace yourself, slave. Here come 10 for you.”

Friday, 18 April 2014

your PVC Fetish Mistress

I love to wear My PVC playsuit from My wishlist from one slave during a session for another. I enjoy the reaction I get from the purchaser of My new outfit when they see Me showing it off to another slave. My shiny patent stiletto shoes have the perfect pointed toe for kicking, a smooth finish, perfect for licking and a spike heel to be forced into My slave’s mouth. I may allow him to kiss them if he shows the effort to get them clean and does not let out a single murmur from My kicks to his balls. Any complaints at all from him, and it's not just My stiletto heels he will be receiving. My flogger is warmed up and ready to make contact with some pathetic slave butt.
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