11Mar 2017


The Electric Sock Shock On The Cock!


Haha this session was absolutely hilarious! Right up My street.

The client came in on a last minute same day appointment. I offered him the option to have a Double Domme session with Princess Aurora and I as We both had a free hour in between sessions, naturally he snapped it up.

Our sub said he wanted an ‘extreme cbt experience’ amongst other things such as tie & tease. With a little glint in My eye I looked at Princess Aurora and We both smirked at the thought. We’ve played together on numerous occasions and Our creativity has no bounds as We joyfully push each other to take the session to new heights.

*** slaves please note: you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean because you’re going to get what you’ve asked for! ***

Lying on the floor I bound his hands to the throne and tied up his cock so he knew who it belonged to. Me! I trampled his cock with My shoes and scratched My heel up and down the shaft. He squirmed a little but I ordered him to keep still. Princess A went to look for the violet wand as the pretty glow of purple light always puts Us in a debauched mood.

I spat on his twitching member as he anticipated what was to come and then I delivered a cock slap like no other. It echoed throughout the room as did the sound of his scream. I stroked his face and told him to shush as he was getting exactly what he’d asked for. With no sign of the violet wand I suggested using other electrics so We started with some cock bands and PA began to tease him with her bottom. Every time the horny little sub moved I cranked up the electrics. He protested and begged for mercy ‘…it’s too much please, please no more….’ blah, blah. Again I reminded him that he was getting what he asked for and although he pleaded for Us to go easy on him, his dripping, twitching, hard on, gave him away. He was more than enjoying himself- he was fooling no one.

Then as I was searching for something to increase the intensity I found a sock within the electric cabinet. I’d never used it before but thought it would be worth a try as this slave was a foot slut too. I fitted it with an E-Stim brush so I could run electrics up, down and round the body while manipulating the dripping cock with My sock. As soon as My little toes touched the tip of his mushroom he shook and cried out ‘Owww’. I laughed as I was getting off on his pain and the more I wiggled My toes the more he shouted and contorted his body. Princess A held him still while I tormented him further running My foot from balls to head but with each attempt to escape PA and I could not hold in Our excitement and We laughed and giggled and shook with elation at this poor subs predicament. When I’d decided he’d had enough I removed My sock and PA and I both shoved a foot each in his mouth. What a big, greedy cake hole he had to take both of Our feet. We pushed in deep till he choked and gagged and once again We found Ourselves in hysterics!

But I didn’t like the fact that his cock was enjoying itself without being tortured. So We decided to use the spiked chastity cage. Loosening the screws slowly so that he could take in what was coming to him was fun to watch. His eyes were wide with anticipation and then Aurora grabbed his balls and I snapped the cage around them. It took quite a bit of manipulation to push them in so I could completely close the cage which only magnified the pain and set Us off laughing again. Once padlocked We began to tighten the screws so each one bit into the skin, forced the testes to retreat and made Our subject gasp. Rubbing Our feet around his erogenous areas intermittently shoving our arses in his face and sitting on the queening chair so he could have a good look at what he would never ever get really put this boy in his place.

With a vibrator on his cock he eventually couldn’t take the torment any longer and his worship puddle erupted. Cummin without permission is not allowed so We continued to vibrate his still erect cock causing him to emit a shrill cry as the pain of the cage became too much. After an apology for being a dirty cum spewing pervert I released him from his ties and We sent him on his way but not before he thanked Us and simply said ‘Wow, what a session. Just wow!’


Manchester Mistress Eclipse

20Feb 2017


Valentine’s week

Wow! What a week! I’ve been so busy that this evening is the first chance I’ve had to sit down and fill you in on what I’ve been up to.

So where do I start? Let’s go with Monday eh? Another day another slave to train. One particular slave came to Me wanting a long term relationship, training regularly by one Mistress, Me, who he could stay loyal to and worship. I accepted the challenge of this newly awakened kinky pervert. A fresh, untainted, mind to manipulate and nurture into a well behaved, good mannered, submissive.

The session flowed with ease as he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and listened to My instructions. I began by strapping him to the interrogation chair. A multitude of leather straps holding him still. A bit of mild breath play, poppers to calm the nerves and off I set with the violet wand. The stunning lightning strikes throwing themselves at his cock and balls hissed as they landed on their target. Short sharp breaths of elation escaped him as the pleasure / pain sensation wreaked through his body.


Look at Me getting carried away… It wasn’t My intention to go into great detail about each session so I’ll just leave that one there. I want to tell you about the ‘Sexy Boy’ I saw on Valentine’s Day.


The Sexy Boy

Valentine ’s Day 2017.

I spent most of the day with My horses. Both girls rode, groomed and mucked out. Then I got a call to ask if I would be available later that evening for some anal play. Well I didn’t have any other plans so getting kinky seemed like a great way to spend the rest of My night.

When I got to chambers I set up the red room, prepared the enema equipment and waited for the client to arrive.

I was impressed when he walked in. He was a well dressed, good looking guy but it very quickly became apparent that he wasn’t used to being dominated. I called him out and he denied that he was used to getting his own way. I very clearly explained, with admission or not, he may be used to getting what he wanted in ‘the real world’ but in My world, in My dungeon, he would have to do as he was told. He nodded his head. He was clearly a ladies’ man but that shit doesn’t go down well with Me and he was too young to truly lust after. I’m not easily seduced into giving a boy everything that he wants anyway unless I’ve had My kicks first so this guy had no chance.

Naked- He had a well toned body and a cock that anyone would be aroused by. However I knew I’d be much more turned on by making him suffer a little and I couldn’t wait to tease and deny his schlong.

After the enema it was time to get deep and erotic with his arse hole. Using a vibrator to penetrate his orifice I began to tease the cock that was already standing to attention in front of Me. Showing off his abs the ‘sexy boy’ flexed his stomach and partially sat up to watch as I commanded his cock to swell further. Every vain pulsated as I spat and circulated My saliva into the tip of his dick. It responded by spewing pre cum from its split like a ravenous whore presented with a 10 inch cucumber. Then I just looked the ‘sexy boy’ in the eye and grinned. He reached for his member but I quickly chastised him and reminded him that everything in the room belonged to Me including his dick and he wasn’t allowed to touch My dick. He writhed in frustrated agony. I threatened to strap him down but it was so much more fun watching him wring his hands together, the knuckles turning white as he was squeezing them so hard trying to fight the urge to wank himself off. I lowered My head, still watching him, till My lips were so close to his mushroom shaped tip they could almost touch and I blew ever so lightly. I saw his body react and shudder with excitement. I spat again and rubbed My Mistress spit up and down his shaft. This torment continued as I slid My vibrator in and out of his arse. His legs quaked and it reminded Me of the way My own body reacts to orgasm and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his unfortunate predicament as no way was he getting release any time soon. I mocked and tortured him with a stop start wanking rhythm until I just crossed My arms and observed the subdued victim in front of Me. Not so cocky any more. I regurgitated My well known phrase ‘If you want Me to touch your cock you must ask for it. Say please Mistress will You touch Your cock.’ (Reminding him that it belonged to Me) He did as I asked but I’m never satisfied with that so I demanded he called out louder. His response was the same audible tone. Not good enough! LOUDER! ‘I can’t’ He said. ‘Well then that cock will not be played with and I’m just going to laugh at you until it’s time for you to leave with a big dirty hard on’ I explained. With that he took a deep breath, defeated, he very loudly shouted ‘Please Mistress will You play with Your cock’. ‘Good boy’ I laughed. I reinserted the vibrator into his ass and began spanking his monkey. ‘Please I want to cum’ he said. ‘Not yet’ I ordered and I got faster and faster till he shouted ‘PLLLLEEEEAAASE MISTESS’ and with that I said ‘OK’ and allowed him to release.

As he cleaned his mess up I conversed with him a little further and it turns out this ‘sexy boy’ stood up his valentine to visit Me for some kinky bum fun. I knew from the second he walked in that he was used to getting his own way with women and obviously picked them up and dropped them as the mood took him. He didn’t get that from Me though, especially when part way through he asked if I’d overlook My professionalism and just fuck him wild. Obviously I declined and I actually think he enjoyed life much more under My thigh high boot than he would have if he was between My thighs. Haha. Perhaps not but then again he’ll never find out. I enjoyed Myself though and that’s the part that really counts!


The rest of the week

Like I said at the beginning, this week has been mental, with sessions, partying, horses and urgent admin I’ve had little time to do anything else. Here’s a snippet from My week:

I got the photos back that I had taken at the beginning of the month so I have had go through, watermark and categorise these. I will start to leak them out soon.

I had to order latex with money that was sent to Me for valentine’s Day to spoil Myself with. I also had to find somewhere for the rest of the gifts I got on VD to go…

Friday I was looking forwards to Thank Fuck It’s Fetish but Mistress Saphire, Princess Aurora and I ended up in chambers until 10:30pm so it never quite came off.

Saturday I had a birthday party to go to and as I knew a brethren of pirates and a steam punk league of extraordinary gentlemen (and ladies) would be attending I thought I better make an effort to fit in and it was a great excuse to wear a corset and jodhpurs! I think I looked pretty damn good in them too 😉

After a late night sessions started at 10am Sunday so there was definitely no rest for the wicked!

I’ve also decided to move farms with the horses again which is always a busy and stressful time. Official moving date is now Saturday 25th Feb.

Organising My next trip to Derby on the 28th of February till 2nd March has been interesting with the farm move. Slots are still available both for solo sessions and Double Domme with Vivienne L’Amour but are filling up fast so if you want to visit Me / Us in Derby book early and be prepared to pay a deposit.


I think that’s about it for now. I’ll check in with you again soon. I’m going to tell you about My new pain bitch but I think I’ll wait till after his next session as I’ve got some pretty fun things planned for him…

Ciao for now.


Manchester Mistress Eclipse

12Feb 2017



Silly Latex Boy

I received a message on Adult Work from a client I’ve seen many times before. Out of courtesy he messaged Me on there so as not to disturb Me late at night but requested if I would be available to see him the following morning. Lucky for him I was awake and received the notification. Due to Me having two horses I need to know at least the night before if I am to do a morning appointment otherwise I will be at the stables.

A bit of background– This particular client is always fun to play with. He loves latex, poppers, breath play and boot worship amongst other things. O/our sessions are always more sensual than anything else as he isn’t into pain and I like to play within a person’s parameters. Oh don’t get Me wrong I push him one way or another every time. Mostly making him wish he could have so much more of Me than just the teasing, spitting latex clad bitch that stands before him demanding he worships Her. He’d like to get underneath the close fitting latex and worship Me in a more unorthodox way and his pleads to allow Me to let him cum make Me howl with laughter.

Back to the session- So I’d gone to bed with the thoughts of the next day in My mind. I dreamed about the client, the session and woke up very hot and horny. I had to masturbate as soon as I woke up at 5:45am in response to My latex filled dream, the power I had over the boy and the way I’d finally given in to My desires and let him satisfy Me till I quivered and quaked all over. But this was just a dream!

As the morning ticked on it was finally time for the session and although I had relieved Myself earlier I just couldn’t get the memory of My horny dream out of My head.

I dressed My submissive in latex. Ensuring he felt the same cold shiver that I did as I dressed. ‘It’s winter, latex is cold when it first suctions itself to your body but it warms up soon enough’ I told him.

Then kneeling before Me he raised his head so that our eyes locked and I couldn’t help but smile. ‘What should I do with you today?’ I smirked. ‘Whatever you want to Mistress’ he replied. I barked a laugh ‘I already know exactly what I’m doing with you’ and I began to re-enact My dream.

I strapped him to the leather chair, legs spread, body still as he waited My next move. I fitted the gas mask and urged him to breathe in the poppers, letting his mind swirl, effectively drugging him into My little latex bitch. Then I began to whisper, giving him the details of My dream and promising him he could play out the ending exactly as I remembered. His cock twitched and droplets of pre cum seeped from the end. I put on My rubber gloves and placed a condom on his member. From there I teased him, edged him, reminding him all the time that I really wanted My dream to become a reality. It wasn’t something I’d done before but I was certainly in the mood to do it right now.

I untied him from his restraints and I positioned Myself so that he could explore My latex skin. So close to My real body but shiny, black and with that intoxicating rubber smell. From time to time O/our latex would skim together and a delightful squeak would escape between us.  From the tip of the heel on My thigh high boots to the nape of My neck, every part of Me was explored. A gentle lapping of a tongue sending tingles all over My body. I decided that it was time, time for Me to take this session a little bit further. I lay the sub down on the floor and squatted over his face. Promising to expose Myself and let that tongue lap at My perfect pink pussy. Then right as I was about to treat Myself the silly latex boy touched his cock. Slap! I smacked his hand away hard. Enraged that he would touch what belonged to Me. ‘When you’re with Me everything you have is Mine including your cock. How dare you touch MY cock!’ I snapped and just like that I took away that privilege I’d promised him. Poor behaviour cannot be rewarded in My dungeon. I was frustrated but I laughed hard at his predicament. He wanted this so badly. I however was no longer willing to play the game I’d set out to perform. Then came the mind game. Was I ever really going to take things that far? Was I just looking for an excuse to take away the sweet prize I had promised? I didn’t need to look far for one and now the silly latex boy will never know will he. Never know if he could have really tasted his Mistress and let her convulse with orgasm from that desperate tongue. Such a shame.

The rest of our session was spent with more edging and discussions of what could have been until he could take no more and cried out louder and louder for Me to let him release himself over My boots. This I allowed him to do but I don’t like mess so it was important that he lapped it up as quickly as he spewed it out before I sent him home. W/we both left the session hot, horny and with plenty of wanking material to take home.


I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about the tragic denial of the silly latex boy.

Manchester Mistress Eclipse


27Jan 2017

Stable pony play



Pony Play with Manchester Mistress Eclipse


About Me and pony play sessions


So pony play as you know is something I’ve always been passionate about. I spend most of My spare time with My real horses as I prefer them to people. To turn a person into the loyal, strong, magnificent animals that I adore so much has a great calling for Me. I enjoy everything from grooming, bathing, tacking up, riding, training and even mucking out.


Pony play activities can vary depending on what kind of experience each person is looking to achieve. From bondage, veterinary inspections, boot worship, latex wear, leather wear, whippings, pony mannerism and behaviour training, ridden pony training, show pony training, cart horse training, sexual role play etc.

Each pony has to have a start point for their training and I don’t mind what level your ability is when you first come to visit Me, I just ask that you try to carry out all tasks I set to the best of your ability. A horse that is willing to try is much more desirable than one that is lazy / stubborn.

***Please note I have no desire for stallions to be slapping their cocks against their belly to attract mares, geldings or other stallions. All cocks will be tied or locked up as I control the swellings, spunk and actions of every cock in My stable. Naughty ponies may be sent for gelding***


As you may have seen I’ve recently took up residence a couple of days per month at Celestial Studios in Derby. I’m not restricted to pony play in this studio but the majority of My session time will be dedicated to the stable, ménage and field area while I’m there. As you can see from the picture above the space is perfect for Me to carry out My training and just looking at it really puts a huge smile on My face. I’ve worked closely with the studio owner Vivienne L’Amour to make the area as authentic as possible. There’s a spacious stable area where I can offer overnight stays on the rubber matting and cosy shavings bed. Pony blankets to keep you warm over night, water bucket that’s topped up daily, feed bucket, boredom breaker toys etc. Everything My own horses get you can have too.

Exercise and education will take place in the ménage. As you can see from the picture, the arena is complete with sand and dressage letters for precision training. Video clips from a recent session can be found on My twitter page @Mistresseeclips and will help you get a feel for the space available.

Conveniently ponies can be turned out right next to the manage in the play field. Made from Astroturf for durability this is where ponies can stretch their legs, have some special time on their own and Mistress can watch you at play from the gate.


To book a session then please send all enquiries to and note that deposits will be required to prove your authenticity.


Here’s to forming a very special relationship between you ponies and I. Carrots and Polo’s for everyone J



Review from a pony


Good afternoon Mistress I wanted to write to you today as an expression of how much fun the last two days where for me, as I feel I was a little quieter during training than I thought I would be and did not thankyou enough for all the wonderful things we did.


Everything we did was beyond my wildest dreams, the Riding School setting is absolutely amazing, the feeling of sand on my hooves while trotting around the ménage will stay with me for a long time. I learned so many exciting new things to bring home and train with in preparation for my next trip to the yard and even my once over from the dreaded Vet was not as scary as Jasper thought it would be she was actually really nice.


Then to finally meet you Mistress my amazing trainer, so kind and caring I felt at ease virtually straightaway and my nerves dis-appeared easily. Always offering encouragement and guidance in a clear and precise way the tone of your voice encouraged me to work harder and harder to impress my trainer and even learning the hard way to not be a cheeky pony just spurred me on to do better.


I had the greatest time and cant wait to be back on the Bit and continue my journey as Mistress Eclipses Ponyboy very soon.


Much love and whinnies.



23Jan 2017



The Foot Fetish


I get a phone call…

‘Hello can I help?’

‘Yes Mistress. Can You provide sweaty foot fetish?’

‘Of course. Let Me just finish mucking out My horses and I’ll come straight from the stables. There’s no need to freshen up when dealing with filthy boys like you now is there?’

‘No Mistress, thank You Mistress.’

… After paying a deposit the arrangement was set…


Dressed in My blue rubber wellington boots with brown tops I knew that My thick knee high socks were wet from the sweat that had seeped out of My body during the hard work of the day. Walking around the farm, trudging through the muddy fields with My horses, cleaning out their muck from My stables and depositing it on the big pile of horse shit that had been gathering for months. Where it had rained there were brown puddles on the floor which I like to call poo juice. Partially rotten manure that My feet were stomping through all collecting on My boots. This foot slave was to be in for a real treat. The thought of it made Me smirk as I set off in My car to meet him.

Eager as ever the salivating foot enthusiast was early. Texting to confirm his arrival as I was still driving. Well he’ll just have to wait. I have no interest in responding as I drive. The wait only helps add to their suspense anyway. I like the nervous excitement that envelops them when they think I might leave them out in the cold and not turn up. I’m a professional though soft lad. If I say I’m coming, then I’m coming!

In chambers I noticed My skin tight beige jodhpurs were splashed with mud and I had stray bits of hay stuck to Me. Oh well I thought it would intensify My over all stench and I know that’s what he is here for.

After taking the remainder of the tribute I opened the door expecting to see a naked, kneeling slave. Instead I got a half dressed, piteous excuse of a man that dared to simply sit.

‘Strip boy!’ I shouts. ‘Sorry Mistress’ replied the squeaky mouse and he hurridly took off his clothes. ‘Now get down and kneel at My feet. How dare you greet a Mistress in anyway other than kneeling before Her.’ From this point on the conversation was all one sided. My side of course. Instructing the slave to clean My boots he gladly ran his big slimy tongue up and down My mucky wellington. I explained the hardship they had suffered throughout the day taking great joy in his reaction as I emphasised the poo juice I’d stomped through. I could see little bits of hay and shavings from My bedding disappearing into his mouth as he consumed the debris. Being a thoughtful Mistress I offered the boy a drink to which he gladly nodded his head. Spitting into his open chops I wondered if I should offer a bit more fluid to satiate his dry mouth. Instructing him to stay put I collected the dog bowl from the kitchen and put a little water in that I had flushed around My own mouth first. I decided to add a bit more frothy spit and take it back to the feeble specimen in the dungeon. ‘Here you can lap that up like a little puppy dog. Mistress likes dogs. In fact Mistress prefers all animals to men. Even spiders.’  As he sank down I placed My foot on his head and pushed him into my spit. He slurped and I ordered him to shake his bottom like a dog. This would make Me very happy. Watching him wag a little pretend tail. This boy needed this. He needed Me to tell him how pathetic and disgusting he was and humiliate him until I was ready to chuck him out.

Steering the foot slave to take off My boots You could see the darker colour of My socks were they were wet from the sweat. I immediately shoved all of My toes in his over sized mouth and allowed him to suck the sweat from them. I also noticed a little mud on My right big toe where I’ve got a small leak in My boot. Just think of all the germs and undesirable disgusting bacteria that is harbouring  around My big toe at this very moment. Not for long. That foot can be sucked clean next. The smell radiating was not pleasant. I sweat really easily and after an 8hr day at the yard with My feet festering inside the rubber welly there was bound to be a pong. Yet this slave was loving My bouquet. Taking deep breaths as he explored My foot. Rubbing every toe slowly with his nose to savour the divine moment. He was enjoying himself far too much. Foot fetish frequently comes with humiliation and this lousy slave was going to get a taster of it. Why should all of his dreams come true when I’m not fully amused? Taking My feet away the slave was ordered to stand. ‘Now then. You are here to please Me. You are a slave and I am the Queen of the dungeon so you, you dirty foot licking fool you are going to make Mistress laugh. Do you understand?’ The minion looked confused but nodded anyway. I think he thought I was expecting a stand up comedy act or something? I wasn’t looking to be disappointed! No! I was going to make My own fun.

‘Right then. You are now a snake. I’m going to take my socks off and shove them in that gob of yours. you are going to slither on the floor like a snake. If you can catch My bare foot I’ll let you worship it. If not then I’ll pick another animal and W/we will continue.’ This was hilarious. It was so much fun to have him gagged and squirming all over the pace trying to catch My feet. Of course this was a game he was never going to win. I got to go through several different animals before I decided this foot fetish slave had earned  the right to worship My bare feet. By this point he was so desperate, so deflated that he had not been able to catch Me that I almost felt sorry for him. OK not really but I did pity him a little. I slowly took My socks out of his mouth and spat some fresh water in to hydrate him. I then placed My soft foot on his face and he inhaled deeply, somewhat lovingly and thankful for My kindness. As My feet caressed his face and he licked in and out of My toes his bliss radiated onto Me and I felt the same sexy happiness that he did. Watching him go to work on My size 4’s was satisfying and the relaxation I felt as he massaged My foot with is tongue was stunning. With My feet on his face I whispered to him that he could relieve himself and very quickly a huge spurt of hot cum ejected from his cock. This session was over. After he left I sat for a while. Smiling, relaxing and remembering the details of the session. I do love a good foot worship and I always have so much fun!





The foot fetish continued…


So sometimes when I’m writing I get so into the moment of the session that I’m describing I forget to finish off all My other points.

I just wanted to make some final comments regarding foot worship. I’m well aware that it’s not just simply My foot that gets you so excited, makes that cock twitch and your mouth water. No. It’s the skin that sits on the foot, the shape, My high arch, the way I tilt My foot to admire the small, perfect toes that sit on the end. The way those toes can move slowly, wriggle fast, and torment your nose and tongue. I know it’s important for you to watch Me walk. See the way I land on the ball of My foot and place My heel down flat so gracefully. It’s the smell, the odour that is omitted from My Dominant female sweat glands, that pure female aroma, My Smell, My salty taste, the joy you get from receiving everything that My body pours out of Me throughout the day or in fact days. Any respectful request for Me to wear the same socks for a number of days is welcomed. I have in the past worn the same bed socks every night for a month. I have no shame in wearing the same socks day and night, down at the stables, when I’m shopping, cleaning My house, allowing the sweat to gather in the fibers, letting the stench build, My smell, My boquet, My aroma. I understand this. You don’t want any old smell. Sticking My foot in some rotting fish won’t do because it’s Me that you desire to know better, you want the real thing, the real Me and I enjoy giving that to you foot perverts.


Manchester Mistress Eclipse

18Jul 2016



‘Thank You Mummy’ – I love these words! 

Latex Baby

So I had a booking from a guy who I’d seen before. Only once before. That time didn’t go so well. He wanted to cum twice within the hour and after his first blow out he couldn’t get his sub space back and we finished early. This time it would be completely my rules. He would do exactly as I said and the decision to allow him to ejaculate would be completely Mine.

I become ‘Mummy’. He becomes ‘My boy’.

After slipping on My black latex catsuit I dress My boy in the same. The feeling of our bodies completely submersed in the rubber is so Devine. We slide a little as we embrace due to the fresh application of Vivi Shine. The smell engulfs our lungs and we both take deep breaths until the moment becomes so intense we almost stop breathing. ‘I love You Mummy’ he gasps, ‘I love you too My boy’ I reply. With him sitting on My lap, the latex squeaks with excitement as we adjust ourselves, then I begin to explain the difference between little boys and big boys as I fondle the latex protecting his cock. As his member grows with anticipation it’s time for a little punishment as it’s revealed My boy has been playing with his little prick in the company of others. ‘Your cock belongs to Me and only Me. I will be the only one to play with it in any manor I see fit. Understand?’ ‘Yes Mummy’. And the spanking begins over My knee until I’m satisfied that My words have sank in and My thirst to hear that delicious smack, pull, squeek sound from My latex gloves on that latex bottom has been quenched.

His latex clad bottom sets alight another fire inside of Me and I explain the right of passage that all little boys must go through to allow them to evolve into big boys, into a man. The thing that brings a big, broad, smile to Mummy’s face. The act that brings forth manhood. I was going to fuck his arse!
Organising him in the leather sex swing I begin to strap up his legs. Wide spread, supported in thick leather cuffs. No escape. Once My boys hands were secured too then it was time to begin.

I made him beg for Me to do it. Beg for Mummy to probe My finger into his tight little arse. Stretch it by adding another and another until it was time to find a big fat cock to penetrate him with.
I climbed into My favourite strap on and added a bit of lube before sweetening his crack with My Mistress Mummy spit. Spitting always gets Me worked up. It makes My pussy as wet as My mouth and My carnal desires begin to erupt. I crave the feeling of power and lust that I get from fucking an arse hole. This boy is Mine in every way. So needy, yet eager, willing to accept whatever Mummy wants to do to him, hungry to receive pain or pleasure, so I plunge in. I consciously thrust My cock in slowly at first but I can’t help Myself, before I know it I hear the chains on the swing grind and groan as I get deeper and faster until it’s throwing My boys hole towards Me and I thrust it away again. My boy is panting and groaning, screaming at times but with pure pleasure until he can’t take any more and cum squirts high and fast out of his engorged cock. A wash of satisfaction pours over Me. My boy has become a man, he’s taken everything that I’ve throw at him and never forgetting his manners he finishes with a very clear ‘Thank you Mummy. I love you’ ‘Good boy’ I reply, ‘good boy.’

27Jun 2016

The Kidnap


Below is the recollection of a kidnap carried out by Mistress Buffy Brown and Myself:

My story –
It all started with an email from a girl called Lola.
Let me just say that I am a cross-dresser, my gurly name is Justine and my male name lets say Bob, and the email from Lola said she was also a crossdresser. She wanted to meet up one Wednesday evening in Canal Street area of Manchester – her first venture out as Lola.
Well, Lola didn’t make it but sent me an email to say that she had problems. Then because I didn’t ask what the problem was, she went off on one. I got text and notes pleading to meet me.

Heaven knows who else she told because at the same time I started getting messages from someone threatening to expose me.
She kept changing the meeting place. Finally Lola said she would meet me in the cinema. She had me sit through a boring horror film and didn’t turn up. All the time I was never sure whether Lola was going to turn up, or I was going to be grabbed by this other person (the black mailer). It was a bad enough film without having all that apprehension on top.

I then got a message from Lola saying she had been taken by this other person and please follow the instructions or it would be bad for both of us. I was instructed to trek across town to be measured for a corset – how embarrassing.
Then I was directed to a typical male drinking pub and to order a pint of beer – remember dressed as a girl in a ‘man’s’ pub. Before I had time to say anything, the barmaid loudly asked “Hello Justine or is it Bob, you want a pint?” God she knows who I am how embarrassing – how many more people know? There I am the only ‘female’ amongst loads of blokes most probably having heard the barmaid. I’m sure two were gay. I wished I could shrink into the floor.

From there I was to find a busker. That turned out to be a rouse.
As on the way I was grabbed by two unknown females and dragged hooded down a dark alleyway, and handcuffed to the wall. There they left me stood unable to see or move. Anyone could have come down the alley – don’t let it be those two from the pub.
After an eternity they returned. God what now! Balls and tits were squeezed, really squeezed.
They proceeded to bandage my head. Why bandage my head? I can’t see anyway. I was then pushed down into what turned out to be a wheelchair and strapped in – still handcuffed.
More humiliation was to come, they pushed me round town with onlookers either asking about my health or laughing at me.
I was then left somewhere (I suspect outside a pub) while they had a laugh and a few drinks. So isolated, so humiliated.
Eventually they returned to push me further – to their hideout.

There I was thrown to the floor and left in the dark damp – heaven knows where! I dare not escape – as if it was possible being handcuffed and bandaged. There was a big bloke guarding the door I was informed.
After a while they returned to tie me up, and tried torturing me into confessing that I was not a girl but a man. Why should I? – I am what I am, not what they want me to be. They kept asking “What is your name Justine or Bob?”
There I was securely tied up, and they then started injecting me with all sorts of things. I felt my balls growing huge. I was never going to pass as a girl like this.
And then left again whilst my balls grew massive with whatever they were injecting into them. Please god don’t let the guard come in and have his way with me.
More torture on their return. I was scratched all over and my cock was subjected to something sharp. One of them was definitely more sadistic than the other. Then they started on my breasts. Pressing them, squeezing them, pulling the nipples. Eventually I had to give in. The pain was too much. Plus, I wanted to keep my cock and tits, my balls were probably past the point of no return by now.
Having confessed, I thought that would be it – oh no…
They obviously wanted me alive, so I was fed and watered. For more of their fun it turned out.
The bandaged head being replaced with a leather hood. They seemingly had more in store for me.
So I was resecured with pallet wrap and encased in a rubber sack complete with hood. Then I felt it. They had shoved some sort of electrode up my bum . Ooooch!
So there I was secured in pallet wrap and rubber on a hot night sweating like mad, my bum twitching every few seconds from the electric shocks. Left for the night. At least if that guard comes in I am secured out of his way. Don’t know which would be the worse of the two – shocked and sweating or raped by a big guard!
After a long sleepless night. I was asked if I had learned my lesson. We’ll not wanting to loose everything, I agreed – anything to save having more of the torture.
They untied me and kicked me out.
I’ve no idea what became of Lola. Sorry Lola but I’m not going looking for you.

Yes – I had asked Mistress Buffy to kidnap me and given her a vague (very vague) idea of what I had in mind. Mistress also called in the assistance of Mistress Eclipse.
What a brilliant, at times terrifying, painful and embarrassing experience.
Would I do it again – ‘yes’ – sorry “YES, YES and YES again”.


The Best Bits:

The bar – was really humiliating. Having the barmaid refer to by both names was just so gutting. Like the floor being pulled from under my persona.

Eating – having to sit there, being sure everyone was looking at Justine/Bob. The bar was actually quietish but even so it was bad (or do I mean good!).

The snatch – so unexpected!

Being left in the alley. Gosh that really was so worrying. So many questions went through my mind. (A) was it possible for someone to come down the alley? (B) how long will I be left. (C) what are they going to do next?

The bandage – A stroke of genius.

The wheelchair was brilliant  (if a little strenuous for you). Gosh it is so disorientating. I had no idea what was happening. And not knowing what other people were doing saying or looking at, was really disturbing (good).

I thought you would go straight to the ‘dungeon ‘ – but no you stopped to have a drink and cause more humiliation

Torture – Mistress Buffy you obviously didn’t tell Mistress Eclipse  I’m not keen on nipple turture – I think I’m glad of that as it pushed my boundaries. You genuinely succeeded in getting me to plead to stop – effectively safewording -I’ve only used that twice before. Mistress Eclipse -well done! Gold star.

The two of you should really consider doing more of this. You are really really good. Heaven help the next victim – please let it be me!!!!

The whole kidnap thing was excellent  (20 out of 10),



06Jun 2016


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24Mar 2016


Summoned to the Office

To redden the bottom, bruise it like a peach and score it like a piece of pre cooked meat puts a broad smile on the headmistress’ face. Your adrenaline is pumping. You’d like nothing more than to be over Her knee while your bottom twitches with each stroke that She administers. She calls you into her office. Your ears are ringing with fear and you’re not really taking in the words She speaks until She says ‘Are you deaf? Take them off NOW!’ She’s pointing at your trousers. You’re flustered. But hurriedly you take them off. How embarrassing to be stood in your underwear in the presence of this beautiful Woman. ‘Those too’ She says. You debate arguing but as quickly as the thought appears in your mind you counter it and remove your underpants. You’re over her knee in no time and she artistically switches from hand to plimsole to paddle and back to hand. As the effect of each implement begins to take its toll on your round globes you allow little whimpers to escape your mouth which only makes her spank you harder.
Eventually she she stops her rhythmic thrashing and rubs your bottom.
‘I know you want to be a good boy’ She says…. and your erection grows. ‘I’m going to teach you the errors of your ways. Now stand up.’

She gestures for you to bend over Her desk which comes as some relief as at least you can now mask your wood under Her wood. She begins to caress a cane that She has laid next to your right hand. Your hard on stays in tact.
‘This is what you deserve for being a naughty boy. When I’m satisfied that you have learned your lesson I will stop caning you and you can redress before going back to class. Understood? Now count!’ There is no time to reply with yes or no because She draws her hand back and swoosh your final punishment has begun.

Call Headmistress Eclipse on 07907622890 to be disciplined for your unruly behaviour.

Email: 07907622890
Twitter: @mistresseeclips

Please note withheld numbers and texts will not be answered.

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