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.

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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.

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.”

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!"

Rough Treatment of My Useless Foot slave

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

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.