Kneel. Bow. Worship. Serve. Obey

Commanding and in control of you; mind, body, soul. I own all of you. your body, your mind, your heart. you cannot help but obey Me, always.
Kneel at the high stiletto heels of My thigh high leather boots. Be silent as you wonder if I will allow you to breath in their scent, perhaps even give them a little kiss. you tremble in anticipation, knowing I could crush you with My long heels, pierce you with the spike heel.
My skirt is short, My corset tight and low, you want to look, but dare not move, as you have been instructed to be still and remain silent.
And then, "Crack!" you remember, My long leather whip.

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.

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

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.
Apply for a session appointment or for online training via My websites.
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Want to Hear About My Sessions?

I have had a very busy diary for the last few weeks, and in that time I have had some very eventful sessions. As I have been so busy, I have not been able to tell you about them. But I will, if you send tributes making it worth My while.
There were 4 sessions that I know you will want to know about, and another 2 that will only appeal to the lovers of sissification and forced feminisation. I will post these lengthy stories, with My photos, if I receive a tribute of £50 for each. This can be sent collectively, so send your tributes now to hear about My sessions. Email Me at Mistress@Mistress-Eleanor.com to offer your contribution, and I will reply with payment details.

Update 21 April 2014
I have now received £70.
As promised the first story will appear here shortly
Mistress Eleanor

Foot Worship

i enter Your Domain, i sign my slave contract and i am ordered to strip, i do so, shaking as i remove the last of my garments.
i hear You laugh as You witness how small my penis is, i am ordered to my knees!
i obey without question and place my head on the floor, i hear Your heels clicking on the hard concrete floor as You walk to Your throne.
"Remove My right shoe" is Your command. i do as i am told, fearing punishment, i immediately smell the beautiful aroma of Your delicate feet as i remove the left shoe!
You stand up, walk around behind me and use Your unshod left foot to kick me hard in the balls. i scream with pain and enquire what i did wrong. "I ordered you to remove My right shoe and you remove My left, you idiot, you will pay further for that later, now do as you were told and remove the correct shoe before I really lose My temper with you!"
i do as i am told, my balls throbbing and stomach aching from where i was kicked, i can't believe how stupid i was to have made such a silly mistake!
The shoe is removed and again the beautiful aroma hits my nostrils and i get a stirring down below which hopefully cannot be seen by my Goddess! i await my next instruction when You pull me by my hair into an upright position and You see that i have become aroused!
"you will pay for that, too later!" You say and push my head back to the floor.
"Begin worshipping My right foot"
i do as commanded, kissing each toe, then each part of the upper foot, down the instep, kissing the heel, and finally the outside of the foot.
"Stop!" You cry "Let's take a look at you now!" i stay down, fearing if Mistress sees my full erection i will be for it! "Up you piece of shit!" you command, "Insolence in addition to stupidity, your punishment list is getting longer!" i lift my body and Mistress sees my full erection! "you clearly have no self-control, do you, even when I have you doing the most humiliating of tasks. you disgust Me, you should be ashamed!"
"Now carry on with what you were doing, and if the erection is still there when you are done then I WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT"
i resume worship, this time Mistress lifts her foot from the floor and i begin sucking each toe as if it was a small penis, thank goodness Mistress doesn't know about my secret desires to suck real cocks i think as i am performing this task!!!
i then use my tongue to clean the sole of her right foot as it has got dirty from walking around barefoot.
"Stop!", You say, "now worship the left one!"
i begin, and repeat the process i performed on the right, kissing each toe individually, kissing the entire upper part of the foot up to the ankle, then kiss the incredibly shaped instep and around to the heel, before finishing off the top of the foot by kissing along the outside edge!
"Now suck!" i am ordered and again i suck each toe individually and clean in between the toes with my tongue before finishing by cleaning the left sole with my tongue
"Stop!" You say, "time for an inspection, if you are still erect I will kick You between the legs until the erection is gone, now stand up!"
i stand as commanded and my small erection is still there.
"I warned you, spread your legs wide and put your hands on your head!" i do as i am told
"this could have been avoided if you showed some self-control, be thankful I am showing you some mercy by not putting my shoes on, if it ever happens again that is exactly what will happen, for every cry of pain, you will receive one stroke of the cane after I am done with your erection, is that clear?"
"yes Ma'am", i say
You move behind me, i have no idea what is happening and expect to be kicked, but instead You place a hood over my head. Suddenly i feel a pain in my groin as the first kick is delivered, i didn't expect it and i cry out and collapse to my knees
"That's one stroke for the cry, and two strokes for not maintaining the position" but You didn't say that i protest!
"OK, then I'll double it, I now owe you six strokes of the cane! Now get up and get back in position for an inspection!"
i stand, spread my legs and put my hand on my head, surely my erection has now gone
"Oh dear", You say, "still erect, I shall carry on!"
The next kick catches me on the penis but misses the balls, and i feel a sting and my penis projecting upwards, i stifle a cry but maintain the position
"Seven strokes owed", You say "and I think we shall try a little rapid fire!"
"what do You mean?", i say
"Did I say you could speak? that's now nine strokes owed! you are not learning are you?"
The next kick comes hard in the balls, followed by three more in a row, again i scream out as the pain hits and collapse to the floor writhing in agony
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, unable to maintain the position for the 2nd time is triple the punishment for a repeat offence, so that's now fifteen strokes owed, plus one for the scream, actually it was a loud scream so we'll round the total up to 20, now get up and time for another inspection"
i rise to my feet with a searing pain deep in my stomach and feeling my balls swollen, now sure that the erection was gone as i was unable to feel it, i resume the position with my legs spread
"Better but not there yet I'm afraid! this is not good, not good at all, you have bruised My foot now so I cannot kick you anymore, you will pay for that I can assure you!"
"i am sorry Ma'am" i say
"you will be, for bruising My foot I will double the punishment and sentence you to 40 strokes of the cane, to be delivered without mercy! Now get back to your cell and await your fate!"

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.

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.

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.