Sessions

27Jan 2017

Stable pony play

27/01/2017

 

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 mistresseclipse@gmail.com 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.

Jasper

 

23Jan 2017

23/01/2017

 

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!

 

 

03/02/2017

 

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.

Regards,

Manchester Mistress Eclipse

18Jul 2016

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18/07/16

‘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 –
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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

 

imageDerby Tour Dates 11th & 12th June 2016

Come and serve Vivienne L’Amour and I in Derby. There’ll be a whole range of kinky seduction, severe punishments and mind blowing scenarios.

Can you really miss this opportunity?

When two Sexy, Dominant, Women come together there’s bound to be pheromones, sparks & steam in the room. What a lucky slave you’ll be if you’re apart of it.

Call or email mistresseclipse@gmail.com to book

24Mar 2016

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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

www.mistresseclipse.co.uk
Twitter: @mistresseeclips

Please note withheld numbers and texts will not be answered.

18Mar 2016

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The Stable Mistress

When the Stable Mistress opens her doors to new the recruits, she realises the would be jockeys need to learn some manners, luckily she knows how to rein in the boisterous studs.
After equine lectures, Mistress Eclipse summons you to her private quarters, you’re excited to be alone with her, her canary yellow jodhpurs cling to her body and your manhood begins to rise.
You wonder what she’s called you in for? She walks towards you in her pristine polished Ariat boots, her spurs glinting a little in the light, then she’s right on top of you. You take in her scent as she presses her bosom against you, she whispers in your ear ‘You’ve been a very naughty stable boy. Turn around!’ You do as you’re told and as her hand sends a quick, sharp, smack to your behind you realise your punishment has only just begun. How far it will go depends on how remorseful you become and how much fun the Mistress has with your behind….

To be the naughty stable boy in question then call 07907622890. From crops, to straps to canes, my fully equipped tack room will have you pawing at the floor and offering a sorry whinny in no time.
Twitter @mistresseeclips
Email: mistresseclipse@gmail.com

Please note withheld numbers will not be answered

18Mar 2016

 

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Corporal Punishment

When walking down the crowded corridor, towards Mrs Wright’s English class, you accidentally step on the foot of the pupil in front of you. She turns around in a flash and stares at you. Her cold glare feels like it’s boring a hole right through your head and your stomach lurches as you realise it’s Luna Eclipse. The new head girl. She’s already made quite a name for herself in the 3 short weeks she’s been appointed. Apparently her cane can slice rump just like a meat cleaver. Now it seems she has her sights on you.

‘Report to my Common Room after class. I haven’t got time for you now!’ she snaps.

In that moment you feel lost. You feel younger than you’ve ever felt before. Your bottom tenses at the thought of what could be in store for you. How will you ever concentrate in English? Your heart is beating ten to the dozen. The only thing certain for today is that you’ll be stood outside the Common Room in an hour and fifteen minutes, as instructed, and you’ll have to take whatever punishment Miss Eclipse wants to dish out.

Call 07907622890 to book your own slot in the Common Room.

Twitter- @mistresseeclips

18Mar 2016

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18/03/16

Luxurious Latex

 

You’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’ve been looking at pictures on the net for what seems like your whole life and longing to be just like the lucky boys in the pictures. You know there’s places out there where you can dress up in the rubber you so desire to be smothered in. You know there’s a beautiful woman who will also cover herself from top to toe and enjoy the sweaty, squeaky experience with you. You make the call and nervously arrive at the premises.

You look into the deep blue eyes of your Mistress and you know She understands the importance of how it clings to your body, her body, in all of the right places. The wrinkles and folds it makes if you bend or move and the smell. Oh lord that distinct latex smell that lingers in your nostrils and reminds you of heaven. After the effort of push and pull and the high pitched melody that is sung by the material as it’s manipulated around your figure- you feel whole. Relaxed and complete as you catch a glimpse yourself glimmering in the light as your high shine rubber highlights your shoulders and thighs.

Your Mistress. Your stunning Latex Mistress now seems to possess magical qualities. She hypnotises you as She tests the elasticity of the material. Entrances you as She pulls and releases the gummy around your nipples and your crotch. Her breath momentarily changing the shade of the latex as She breathes her rich intoxicating smell all over your body.

Your cock is throbbing from the excitement of finally releasing yourself to your fantasy. Giving yourself over to the rubber and your Mistress. Mistress enjoys watching her latex slaves pull themselves into rubber thigh high boots and you notice she’s placed them in the corner of the room. She orders you to put them on but does not let you sit down to do so. She enjoys to watch you struggle as your movements are restricted in your catsuit and even more so as the second boot is pulled on and you attempt to balance on one unfamiliar heel.

However you know this is not the only thing She has in store for you today. She says ‘Theres no pleasure without a little pain. The more pain you can endure then the more pleasure you shall receive.’ Then She holds your head close and pulls on a hood before kissing your cheek and holding you even closer. With Her arms wrapped around you, both lots of rubber stick together, it’s like they belong to each other. Her presence is magnetic and you’re drawn to Her. The moment is perfect and you know you’ll do anything for this Rubber Goddess.

Then She begins to have her fun….
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Electrics
Cock & ball torture
Nipple torture
Body bag
Spanking / corporal punishment
Bondage
Breath play
Face sitting
Pegging
Anal play… And more

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Latex nurse with medical play is also available.
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Contact Latex Mistress Eclipse 07907622890

mistresseclipse@gmail.com

 

 

05Feb 2016

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05/02/2016

Afternoon Tea

 

Hello girls.

I’ve listened to many of you tell me that you want to be treated like any other girl and have a civilised afternoon with other ladies, that understand your desired lifestyle, albeit widely open or behind my closed doors.

With you in mind I thought I’d bring my afternoon tea set into chambers and we could eat sandwiches, drink tea / coffee, dress each other and help with hair and make up.

Now I know some of you sissy sluts like it to be a 1-2-1 session when you come in but that’s no problem. There’ll be loads of girly things for us to talk about while eating cakes / scones.
For those of you who are a little more adventurous I could get a few of you sissys together and you can give each other make up and style tips. I know some of you have found some great ways of concealing your desires at home, you can share these ideas and help each other to live in frills more often.

I can condense a 1-2-1 into an hour or spread it across a few, giving us more time to play in stockings and petticoats.
If there’s 2 or 3 girls coming in at once then we’ll need at least 2hrs so please consider this when you’re looking to book.

M. Eclipse xx

Call 07907622890

Or email mistresseclipse@gmail.com