pet pony for horse play

he kneels naked on all fours, close to My heels. I stand behind him and rest My riding boot on his buttock. I put on his harness and saddle, pushing My heel deep into his flesh as I lean across him to do so. I stand around the back of him, armed with his tailed butt plug. I complete My pet and toy with a horse head hood. I stand astride him with My crop ready, and send one lash upon his buttocks as a warning to who is in charge.
I sit on his back, and lean back his head, and lift up My feet to rest on his buttocks. Both heels dig into his flesh, marking his skin with 2 red arcs from My Heels.
I bring down the crop as I warn him to “Get ready to be ridden.”
I sit on his back, and hold onto the reigns secured to his harness. he carries Me on his back, holding his butt plug in tight, nipple clamps pulling with each forward movement of his front limbs.
I command him to “Stop.” and I climb off. I grab him by the harness and lead him across the room, close to My heels. I lead him to My throne, and have him kneel in front of it, facing to the side.
I sit on My throne and rest My boots on his back.
“Good boy.” I lean across to rub his head with leather gloved fingers. A good obedient pony for riding, sitting on and petting. I nudge his tail with My boot. Yes, it’s still secure, and should remain that way.

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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Double Domme Sessions

Now at the end of Her training, Miss Legs will be available for Double Domme sessions. All applications and requests will be considered by Miss Legs or Mistress Eleanor for Double Domme sessions.
Tribute to be made in advance only for Double Domme sessions. Send your payment via paypal to either Mistress@Mistress-Eleanor.com or Miss-Legs@Mistress-Eleanor.com
A minimum tribute for these sessions is £250 per 60 minutes.
Miss Legs may see subs on Her own following a Double Domme session, but in the first session She does not see subs on a one to one basis.
Over the next few weeks, pages will start to appear on My website for Miss Legs, including Her personal and biography page, photos, wishlists, items for sale, and a blog.
I will let all visitors to My site have the new information as it is available.
Miss Legs has a very busy few weeks ahead of Her, with all of the planning involved. Her availability will be the same as Mine, and My diary can be found in the usual place. Miss Legs will have Her own diary available when She begins to see Her own subs on a one to one basis.
Photos of Mistress Eleanor and Miss Legs will appear here on this page. Tell us in your application if you wish to request to be shown here on this page in Double Domme Training with Mistress Eleanor & Miss Legs.

Birthday Shoes

New shoes, size 3, peep toe snake skin leather with a 6 inch heel. Perfect for kicking, trampling, & heel worship.
Kneel down at My heels and beg Me to punish you. Or be My pet, sitting by My heels waiting to be reassured that you are perfectly obedient and My property.
I will push the shiny slippy heel into your mouth, and deep in your throat, fucking your mouth and forcing you to suck like a little slut.
Bow you head low to My feet. Kiss My little toes. Feel the roughness of the snakeskin on your tongue. Lick the soles of My shoes, and slide your tongue all the way up the heel in total submission and Worship.
Shoe Fetishists: Photos sold to order by request. Send Me a tribute for this. Send Me the shoes or boots that will be sure to have you on your knees.
Email requests to: Mistress@Mistress-Eleanor.com

Foot slave

he kneels at My feet and I rest My stiletto on his thigh. he bows his head, and I lift My foot and dig the pointed 6 inch stiletto into his left nipple. he unbuckles My ankle strap, and gently rubs My ankle where the strap has been. I grind My heel to guide the rhythm. I give him a sharp jab, and tell him to “Remove it, and place it under My throne.”. he kneels back in front of Me, and I give him My other foot, pushing it into his chest.
With both shoes removed, I push his head down to the ground, and whisper into his ear “Fetch My boots!” he turns and crawls to the far side of the room, where My dirty boots lay in the place where I took them off this morning. he brings them to Me, crawling on all fours, and carrying them in his mouth. “Good boy”.
“Kneel low at My feet and tongue clean them. Do not get the dirt on Me when you put them on My feet.”
he lays them neatly out in front of Me before lowering his head. I sit on My throne, with My crop in My hand, and My feet rested on his back. I watch him clean them with precision, needing to crop his buttocks only when he slows to recover his mouth’s natural moisture. I crop him twice if I spit in his mouth to help him along. I am not always cruel when I see genuine effort.
“That will do. Untie the laces. Put them on for Me.” he struggles a little, weighted down by My legs and My feet. When he is ready, I allow him to lift his head, to lift My foot into the boot. I warn him to “take care and time to make sure they go on My feet properly and smoothly.”
I point My toe and slip My foot and leg into the long leather thigh boot. I push the heel into his chest, just below the nipple. As he pulls on the laces, each release shoves the heel of My boot up and into his nipple. My other foot pins the end of his cock down into his thigh, squashing and stretching the end. The further he works up My boot, the harder the struggle, and the deeper into his nipple My heel goes ……

Useless cunt

This stupid cunt didn’t think it was enough to have to be named and shamed on My humiliation page. he still persists in being an utterly useless cunt. I have now displayed all of his pictures on a page on his own, as he does not deserve to be on the same page with others. Click here to see what a pathetic little shit he is.

My Birthday 21st September

Make a note in your diary. My birthday is on Saturday. Send Me a gift of cash, or something from one of My wishlists. Send Me an e-card.
My birthday wishlist will appear on My homepage news next weekend.
Spend 20 minutes thinking about Me on My birthday. Tell Me how you spent this time, perhaps just going about your usual business. But maybe kneel with your head bowed. Maybe in bondage, or wearing your prettiest panties. Eat cake for My birthday, maybe bake the cake yourself. Light a candle. Take a photo to send to Me. I will show the best ones on My pages.