05Feb 2016



Corporal Punishment


As I’m coming into My own, I’ve found corporal punishment to be one of My favourite kinks.

To redden the bottom, bruise it like a peach and score it like a piece of pre cooked meat really gets My adrenaline pumping. I like to watch the twitching of My willing slaves bottom with each stroke that I administer, soak in the effect that My choice of implement has on their round globes and listen for their little whimpers or pleasure purrs when they realise they are getting what they deserve.

Mistress Brown- the queen of CP in these parts, says I’m an ‘absolutely natural caner’.
While Mistress Sheba- an industry expert, says I’m a ‘Natural Domme!’
With these credits I can assure you that you’ll be getting a session you’ll never forget.

Role play is very important to Me during these kinds of sessions. I like to have a reason to punish and sentence My slaves to a particular amount of thrashings. For instance a naughty school boy may be sentenced to an over the knee spanking to warm them up, followed by 3 implements of their choice (if the implements are too soft then they will get 6 cane strokes for each silly choice), followed by 12 of the best.
A slave who has been caught playing with themselves, stealing ladies knickers and fantasising about Me may be flogged, strapped, tawsed, slippered and caned until they apologise and I’m satisfied that they won’t do it again as the skin on their bottom threatens to break.
Sometimes it’s a 30 minute session. A judicial caning. A firm telling off followed by at least 24 of the best and kicked out on their ear. There are no niceties involved with this kind of punishment.

I’ve just given you an idea of a few scenarios that I like to play with but as you can imagine I also play the stable Mistress very well and enjoy badgering the stable boys about their antics. However a cruel aunt, sadistic head girl, wicked teacher or spiteful step-mother suits me just as well. As long as I’m able to have a piece of your bottom then I don’t mind which title I take it by. There may be humiliating games or impossible questions to answer in between your hidings which will result in more reasons for Me to tan you. **I like to keep Myself entertained**

These sessions are about having trust and confidence in each other. A safe word can always be used (apart from in a judicial caning) but I’d like to think that I can read My subjects and push them to their limits without crossing them. I do enjoy being callous but I’d like you to enjoy your session as much as I, so I will stop when I need to, especially as it means I can punish you again in the future.

To be punished by me then call: 07907622890
Or email:

27Jan 2016



The Photo Shoot

Hello slaves.

Well aren’t you nosey… Prying into my day to day activities… I’d pretend that I didn’t enjoy the attention but I think we all know that I love to be worshipped.

I’ll begin with explaining how it came about.
I was new to the Mistress scene and as I began to collect followers on Twitter one very keen slave contacted me. He was a fellow equestrian in his vanilla life and wanted to compliment Me on my authentic riding wear and lifestyle. After exchanging several Tweets, the slave sent Me some images, they were of an Equestrian Mistress enjoying punishing Her slave. He explained how he would love to be trained by an authentic Mistress like Myself and particularly adored helping equestrian women with their turn out. This means helping to pick their clothes and making sure everything is beautifully clean and ironed. Boots and spurs polished till they gleam, breeches that cling to the skin in all the right places, a tight fitted shirt to compliment their curves and hair pulled back and placed into a net so the neck is elegantly exposed.

I knew exactly what he meant as I relish in the thought of dressing up on competition day. I adore the clothes and all of the different styles/ fabrics for each different discipline.
The equestrian slave sent Me another set of images this time capturing the ladies that he grooms for at home. He pointed out all of the things he liked about their clothes and beauty and asked if I’d consider doing a photo shoot for him in my competition wear. I would have the right to use the photos as I wished and I would send him the full sized images so that he could make storyboards, similar to the ones he’d sent Me, and enjoy them at his leisure.

Initially I declined the offer but after further conversation and a very respectful second request I indulged his plea. We discussed exact clothing desires and I allowed him to choose what outfits I wore within the shoot. Anything I did not have I allowed to be bought for Me but of course I had to like how it looked upon my body before agreeing.

I recruited my usual photographer, Steve Satin (@steve_satin on Twitter) to take the photos. I guided and directed the shoot while Steve captured the moment. I used several props to aid the shoot such as My trusty black leather riding crop and shiny black leather saddle. I know how the equestrian slave enjoys the thought of their Mistress astride the saddle, they know they’ll soon get to hold and polish the exact spot that Mistress has sat and worked up a sweat.
With that in mind I regarded the seated pose as one of My favourites of the day.

Moving on… Steve provided several backdrops at his studio so that I could create different moods as I changed into each set of clothes chosen by My slave. Once I was satisfied with My work in the studio we headed off to Eccles, Manchester, to take a few more in the Domestic Room within The Fetish Emporium. I really do have a thing for the sofa and mirrors in that chamber and I thought that the setting would be ideal to finish off the shoot. I played around with my hairstyle and ensured that I set some focus on the hairnet and bun holder that I’d just worked into my hair. Again it’s an equestrian detail but a very important part of looking presentable at a competition. I do like to go out of my way to be completely authentic to ensure that I’m satisfied overall with my look.

As the shoot concluded I asked for some sample photos to be sent over to Me ASAP. These arrived by the next day and was forwarded to My eagerly awaiting slave. The response: ‘WOW’ and of course payment for the photographer who was rearranging the photos into an email drop box to be pulled by the grateful slave as soon as they were ready.

Does the thought of this tantalise your kink buds? Would you like Me to wear your outfits of choice and pose for your pleasure? Then I guess it all comes down to respectful requests and appropriate payment. Have a little think about it in that little brain of yours and if you’d like to arrange something to suit your kink (and mine) then drop Me an email and I’ll see if I like the sound of it.
The other offer of course is to have your own pictures taken with myself during a session. I know Steve can set up a camera to go off frequently and capture all of your training and punishments as they occur.

Let me know your desires and I’ll tell you what I can do about them:

Much love, disgust and pity
Mistress Eclipse xx

18Jan 2016

Date 9/12/15


In At The Deep End 

We’d been advertising for about two weeks.

‘Mistress training session- Wednesday 9th December 2015.
£100, all day, will not run as a normal session.’

Mistress Eclipse or Mistress Eeclips if you’re looking on Twitter (how utterly bloody annoying when someone has taken your name but doesn’t use the account!)
Domme Sakura (the other trainee) and then the pros, Mistress Saphire and Mistress Sheba.

So I rock up at The Fetish Emporium for 11:30am. I’m dressed in My equestrian wear consisting of a navy blue jacket, white fitted show shirt, diamond embellished stock tie, canary yellow breeches and long leather riding boots complete with long neck dressage spurs.
There were two guys already waiting when I got there. One who was immediately chatty and said he’d messaged me on Twitter the day before. In My mind I’m thinking ‘there’s been so many messages, which one is this?’ However as the day went on I realised that this guy was in fact a little sissy girl. Lucy, as she liked to be called, was in fact a pervert. She knew she was a pervert and after slipping into a pink frilly dress and a curly wig I dressed her full lips with red lipstick and gave her a fan to hide her face away from me when I entered the room. Lucy needed to feel ashamed of her dirty, fishy fanny and her malevolent dark thoughts. Lucy was a SLUT!
The other guy was a photographer who had came to meet some other Mistress and was not in fact apart of our kinky day. How was I supposed to know that as I whispered and gave a dodgy gesture asking what we were going to do with him.

Next came a guy wanting a bondage session. As I carefully watched Mistress Saphire tying ropes around his legs,balls, neck and back I wondered how I was going to remember all of these knots? She firmly secured his body to a cage in several areas, professionally explaining the friction burns he may be feeling wouldn’t leave any permanent marks. He was left to his thoughts, unable to move and naked while we visited our first medical patient of the day. I was surprised at how chatty and ordinary he was. He hadn’t come in specifically for ‘kink’ he’d visited Mistress Sheba to help him to lose weight. As part of this she gave him the once over, gave him an enema (who knew coffee was a great cleanser and much safer than soapy substitutes that can cause all sorts of erosion?) and inserted a urethral sound. I’d seen this procedure online and thought it looked really painful however the client said although he’d never had one before it didn’t hurt, it just gave him an unusual sensation and it went in really easy. I learned you don’t push it in you just hold it gently and it slides down. Before I could see anymore I was rushed off to see the next submissive.

Again another really nice chatty guy. He was completely open to me being a newbie and seemed quite excited to show Me his suitcase collection of toys and implements. Although relatively new to the scene (18 months or so) he liked to carry a selection of BDSM accessories. This meant he knew how everything worked and was happy for Me to use him like an instruction manual.
We started off with a chastity device. This is something I’ve often wanted to use in my personal life as, let’s face it, guys think with their cock and I don’t like to share my possessions with others.
Anyway I digress, back to the guy in question, so I locked his cock and balls up tight (which wasn’t quite as easy as I thought, the ball sack needed quite a lot of manipulation to squeeze the suckers in) and then knock, knock, so I slipped the key into My pocket and went to visit our next play mate.

He was another great, well I don’t know what to call him, maybe a nipple slave? He’s a guy that knows what he wants, has a specific need and just stays until that’s satisfied. I really enjoyed chatting to him and watching the enjoyment flood his face with every tweak of his nipple or flick of my riding crop across them. When I’d finished playing with him I went back to the toy collector.

The strangest feeling was not knowing where everything was in the room and not being sure how to use it when I found it. I struggled at first to strap the ‘Toy Collector’ to the stretching rack just because I didn’t know how to use everything but once I figured the first one then I began to get into My stride. I wasn’t as vocal as I usually would be because I was in thinking mode. I didn’t want to hurt my Sub unless I meant to and my next choice of tool to play with was an electrical sound. Initially I hadn’t realised I needed a hard cock to put it down and was somewhat weirded out when I realised it was sat in his foreskin and looked like it was going to pop out of the side of his dick…. Look I’m just being honest here ya know. It was my first day. Trial and error and all that…. Anyway so I worked it out and was surprised then at how easy it was. There was more electric play, nipple torture, sensation play and stretching during our time together but of course it was a busy day and I had to see an enema being performed….

That enema lead to a great deal of fisting, there wasn’t much room in his tight hole, a little hand rotation and we got the release we were looking for though.

I also got to see some water sports but I never got chance to take part which was disappointing.

I’m sure I’ve probably missed a slave or two but it’s been a long day and a great learning experience. I can’t wait to play with more slaves very soon.

M. Eclipse