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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.

sissy in Bondage

Mistress puts me into bondage.

She gags me, a ring gag, blindfolds me.

My ankles are cuffed, and my wrists.

She puts me onto my knees, and pushes my face into the carpet.

I kneel, and she pushes a butt plug inside me.  Then she turns it on.

“Kneel tiffy.  And don’t move.”

I kneel, and I hear a click.  Even with my mask on I can sense the light has gone out.

It goes quiet, and I’m not sure if she’s still in the room.

I move my weight slightly.

“Don’t move tiffy.  I didn’t say you could move.”

She’s in the room with me.

i stay as still as I can.

i hear her draw on a cigarette- and then the smoke hits me in the centre of the ring gag.

i cough, and she laughs.

“you are pathetic aren’t you tiffany?  Look at your tiny cock.  I’ve had to buy a CB6000s for you.  The “s” stands for short.  You tiny cocked wanker.”

She blows smoke into my mouth again, and I tremble.

i hear her stand up, and walk round me.

“Don’t fidget tiffy, or I’ll keep you like this all night.  Wanker.

“Do you think it will improve when I let you stand up?  Because it won’t. As long as you are here with me you will be receiving no comfort, just humiliation and discomfort.  Because you are nothing but a cross-dressing sissy with a tiny cock.”

The butt plug makes my arse feel raw.

Drool is pouring from my mouth because of the ring gag.

My knees hurt, my back aches.

But it doesn’t let up.

She blows smoke in my mouth, whispers insults in my ear.

And I realise that the next 24 hours are going to be a constant torment.

It goes on, apparently for ever…..

“Stand up tiffy.”  I struggle up, and she removes my mask.

“Time for dinner,” she grins……

Post Shopping Punishment & Chores

We are back at Mistress’s house.  She starts to ask me questions about the day.  ” How did you enjoy Your day out?”

i start to answer , and She stops me.  “Your voice is pathetic tiffy.  Softer and higher.  Fetch the riding crop and the butt plug.”

i knew this was coming.  i fetch the riding crop, and bend over the table, my arse in the air.

“You get 3 for the first offence,” She says harshly as She shoves the butt plug ruthlessly into me.   She hits me hard, rapidly, i hardly have time to cry out once.

“Thank You Mistress,” i sob.

“Now, how was your day?” She asks again.

i try to answer, softer, more feminine, but i know it’s no use.

“4 this time,” they crash down on me, my arse is already on fire.

“How was your day?”

“Wonderful,” i breathe “Mistress.”

“Not bad.  But not good enough.”

She pours another 5 onto me, i’m crying out now, and in tears.

“How was your day you tiny cocked wanker of a sissy boy?”

“Fabulous Mistress, You made it into a wonderful day,” i breathe in a high, whispering voice.

“Very good tiffy.  Now speak like that all the time.  Because if you don’t, you will keep getting this.”

She gives me 6- i knew that would be the minimum, so i’ve got off lightly- so far.

“Bathtime tiffy.” 

i’ve got used to this style of command.  Why would She use lots of breath to command me when all i need is one or two words to let me know what i must do?

i scurry to Her bathroom and run a bath, testing the temperature all the time as i add bubble bath.

i light scented candles, and put on a relaxing CD of classical music.

i lay out a bath mat, and make sure there are plenty of deep, fluffy towels for Her.

i hang Her bath robe strategically where She can reach it as She gets from the bath.

“Your bath is prepared Mistress, “ i tell Her, making sure to sound as feminine as possible.

She goes to the bathroom- She doesn’t speak- why would She acknowledge my action?  i am the equivalent of a washing machine or a hoover- an energy saving device.

While She is in the bath i enter Her bedroom- i am always nervous in here as i am only allowed in on direct command.

i lay out Her clothes on the bed, carefully, and well folded.

There on the bed is an instruction for me, written in Her hand.

There are 3 tasks for me to carry out.

Firstly, i have to write out “i understand that i should obey Mistress Eleanor without question at all times” 100 times.  i go to the table, and write as quickly and as accurately as i can.  It is not a hard task- just a little tedious, but if ever i needed reinforcement of our relative positions, here it is.

Mistress comes from the bathroom.

“I’m hungry” She says.  “There is a menu on the worktop.”

She has written out what She requires for Her evening meal- i pour Her a glass of wine, and then go to make Her dinner while She watches the TV.

Soon dinner is ready- dinner for one, so i go off to carry out my second written task- to clean the bathroom after it has been used by Her.

i clean using vinegar, newspaper and my toothbrush.  She has told me to clean the toilet last- She has used it, so my toothbrush will be interesting when i clean my teeth later.  i find this task hard.  The newsprint comes off and makes the porcelain black, and the bathroom smells of vinegar.  It is one of my least favourite tasks.

i go back to the dining room, where Mistress has finished Her dinner.  The plate of scraps is on the kitchen floor, a cigarette butt protruding from it.

“Eat,” She commands, and i get down on all fours and eat my meal from the plate, like a dog.  The cigarette butt makes me gag, but i force it down.

i wash up, and Mistress takes me back to the dining room.

“Time for more feminisation tiffi, let’s start with makeup.”

i sit at the table, and make myself up.  She comments at times; wipes off my eye-liner and makes me re-apply it.

 “OK, deportment.” i walk up and down the room, a book on my head.   i know this is just for show, but it’s hard.

 “Walk into the room, say “Hello Mistress” and sit down.  Remain seated until I tell you otherwise.”

i go out.  i come back in, and breathe “Hello Mistress,” all froth and breathlessness.  “That’s it tiffi.  Well done.  There’s hope for you yet.”

i sit, and cross my legs, like a woman.  After a few minutes sitting like this it begins to hurt, but i stick with it.

 “Put another coat of nail varnish on.”

Still sitting there, i apply nail varnish- i realise i have some chips.

Eventually She lets me stand.

“It’s my bed time tiffy.  Just your last task to complete then You can go home.”

She takes me into the hallway, and i kneel facing the door.  She cuffs my hands and feet, leaving the keys on a nearby table.  She puts the ring gag in, and tightens it so i can’t move it.

Then She blindfolds me, and i hear Her set the alarm.

“When the alarm goes off, free yourself, and go home,” She says.

Then She spits in my mouth through the ring gag, and i hear Her chuckling to Herself as She goes upstairs.

i kneel for what seems like forever, drool pouring from my mouth, my body aches, the butt plug buzzes in my arse.

i can hear the timer ticking away- if i couldn’t hear it, i would swear i’d been here for hours.

At last the timer goes.

i struggle to the table, get the keys, unlock myself, remove the gag and the butt plug.

i re-dress, so i look like i did when i arrived this morning, and then i leave, posting the front door keys through the letter box as i walk towards my car.

i am dressed as a girl.  Some people have mistaken me for a girl today in public.

i smile to myself, and swing my hips jauntily as i cross the road to my car.

Mistress Eleanor Goes Shopping

i knew today was coming, but i’m still not prepared for it.

Today is the day that i go out in public with The Mistress.

i dress in “rock chick” gear.  A short leather jacket, short black skirt, knee boots.

i choose nude hold up stockings, i have to pull these up as far as i can to make sure they don’t show beneath the hem of the skirt.

i’m made up, and my hair is long and brushed.  i remember to put in long dangly gold earrings just before i leave.

i check myself in the mirror.  i look a bit slutty, but nothing too out of the ordinary.  i draw a deep breath and leave.

i drive to Mistress ‘s house, and park.

Trembling, i leave the safety of my car and walk to Her door, i ring the bell and wait.

She makes me wait at the door, but i learnt a long time ago not to ring again.

i stand patiently, and after what seems like forever She opens the door.

She looks me up and down, and frowns slightly.

“You look like a slut.  I’ll punish you for that later.”

“Yes Mistress, of course.”

i wait.

“Still, you’ll pass as a woman with the less observant.  Come on.  Walk one pace behind Me.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She strides to the car, and i follow behind.

She stops, and raises an eyebrow.

i open the door quickly, and after She gets in, i close it behind her.

In the car she hands me cigarettes and a lighter.

“Look after those.  Give Me one when I tell you. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question.  Take Me into town.”

We drive into town.  Mistress directs me to a car park, i park the car, and as quickly as seems normal to the outside world i jump out, rush round and open the door for Her.

She strides off without a word.  i lock the car and scurry after her.

As we walk, i am aware of people looking at me.  Are they seeing a man in drag?  Or a slutty woman?

A group of young men stare.  i blush- i don’t know if they want to fuck me or beat me up.

We go into a boutique, and Mistress tries on some dresses.  i stand in the corner, nervously,  the assistant looks at me out of the corner of her eye.

Mistress chooses two dresses, and takes them to the counter.  The girl rings them up, and the girl looks at us for payment.  Mistress raises an eyebrow at me, and i get out my credit card and pay.

The girl talks to me, and i answer, as short as i can, in my best girl’s voice- but she frowns at me, i think she knows i am a man.

We leave the shop and begin walking again.

i am two paces behind Mistress, when She says one word- “Cigarette.”

i pull one out of my handbag, my hands trembling, and give it to Her. She puts it in Her mouth, and i light it with the lighter.  She takes a long drag, and blows the smoke into my face.  i resist the temptation to cough.  She turns on Her heel, and i follow, carrying the bag with Her dresses in, already beginning to regret the heels i am wearing.

We go into a shoe shop.  Mistress chooses three pairs of shoes- high heeled spikes.  The girl fetches them and starts to kneel to help Mistress.

Mistress waves her away.  “It’s OK my assistant will help Me.  Kneel tiffy.”

The girl leaves and i kneel down.  i help Mistress on with the shoes, watch Her walking up and down.

Eventually She chooses a pair, and we go to the counter.

We follow the same routine, but this time the girl can hardly prevent herself from laughing out loud at me.

We go outside.

“Really tiffani, you must practice harder on your voice.  That girl clearly knows you’re a man.  That displeases Me.”

“Sorry Mistress.”  i answer in my very best girl’s voice.

She frowns and strides on.

We shop all morning, and by now i seem to be carrying an unfeasible number of bags.

Twice more She says “Cigarette” to me and i oblige.

She goes into a local bistro, and we sit down at a table.

She orders for us both.  She orders me something she knows i don’t like, and a glass of water.

After we have eaten, She says “Pay the girl tiffy, and then it’s time to visit the bathroom.”

i pay, and then follow Mistress to the toilets.  She chooses the disabled toilet and we both enter at once.

i realise why- it is private and there is a lot of room.

“Kneel.”  She points, and i kneel down next to the toilet itself.  i can feel my knees getting damp- there is pee on the floor.

Mistress adjusts Her clothing and stands over me.

“Open.”

i open my mouth, and She pees into it.

“Swallow.”

i swallow, as always.

She wipes Herself (i’m not allowed to touch Her), and She adjusts Her clothing.

“Pee if you need to,” She says

i sit- the chastity device does not allow me to stand, and after peeing i dry myself as best as i can.

We leave, and carry on round the shops.

Eventually we enter Next, and She says “Time for a change of pace tiffy.  Choose something for yourself.”

i’m surprised by this, and i just say “Yes Mistress,” before i start to think about what i should choose.

i look at the skirts, the blouses in confusion.  i can see Mistress watching me, amused at my indecision.

i turn to the party dresses.  Maybe this would do.  i pick out a blue, tight dress, short, armless.

“What about this Mistress,” i stammer.

“Yes, try it on,” she commands.

i cross to the changing rooms- “Can i try this on please?”  i am blushing and my hands are shaking.

“Yes, in here.  Shout for me if you need any help” the girl replies.

i go in and strip down to my underwear.  If she comes in now…. my chastity device is obvious through my panties.

i put the dress on.

“Come out tiffani, let Me see,” Mistress calls out.

Oh my God.  i walk out into the store, people turn to see me.  Some look away, some stare, puzzled.  They know there is something not quite right.

“Perfect tiffy.  Get changed.”

i change back, and then pay.

We walk back to the car, i open the door for Mistress as always, and we drive away.

“Not bad tiffy, but we need to work on you a bit more. Take me home and i will correct your behaviour.”

“Yes Mistress,” i reply.  There is no point arguing.  i suspect it’s going to be a long evening.

Online slave Training Task Completed

Take a roll of sticky tape, and stick it around your flaccid penis as tight as you can wrap it. Wrap it fully up and down the length, and underneath your testicles. Keep wrapping, and wrapping, all the way around until the tape runs out.

Once fully taped, take a photo of it and send it to Me via email. Keep the tape in place for no less than 60 minutes. Set an alarm if it will help. you may dress over the top if necessary.

Send Me another photo to My email when you have been wrapped for the full 60 minutes.

Send Me a 3rd email when you have unwrapped, and describe the physical and mental feeling of the release. Use as many or as few words as it takes for this description.

Do not masturbate or stimulate yourself in any other way.
I do not need a picture of your unwrapped penis.