Quiet Blog

I've been so busy with My current slaves since My recent holiday, I've neglected a few online things, such as My website, My blogs and My twitter.
I have been looking in on Twitter most days, and replying to the least pathetic of your begging emails. The rest of you, I simply have not had the time to waste on you. My online slaves in training have been kept busy, and kept Me amused.
Thank you to My current owned slaves, for being loyal stayers. The last 12 months has renewed My faith in decent slaves' existence, following a rather long spell of online timewasters.
It always pleases Me to hear from decent slaves, offering their services, time and money to Me.

I will update My blog soon with what I have been doing over the past few months. I have been collecting photos and making notes on some of My sessions, real time and online, for My own pleasure. I will share some of these with you when I have the time, and the inclination, to do so.

Mistress Eleanor

My Rules, My Way

Here are some basic rules that even the most stupid of you can understand. This is how you should conduct yourself at all times. This is what I consider good manners. Anything less will not be tolerated and will likely get you dismissed or ignored. you should take care to follow these rules at all times. These things are the very least I expect from My slaves, subs, sissies and losers.

Rule number 1. you should address Me as Mistress at all times. Note that Mistress should be typed with a capital ‘M’ at all times. I am not your babe, or your hun. In fact I am not your anything until I have decided, and then I am only your Mistress. you will also refrain from addressing Me as Beautiful, sexy, hot stuff or any other address that I consider disrespectful. I am Mistress always, whether I am your Mistress or A Mistress who you wish to submit to and serve.

Rule number 2. I am in charge at all times. you may make requests, and I may consider them, but ultimately all final decisions rest with Me.

Rule number 3. If for any reason you wish to leave My command, a proper request should be sent to Me in writing. It is bad manners and unacceptable to just stop responding to Me. The amount of you who think you can disobey Me and disappear for a while, and then reappear some weeks later is actually unbelievable. No, you may not come and go as you please. you are here for My entertainment, not I for yours.

A Quiet Weekend At my Flat

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

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