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: mistresseclipse@gmail.com

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

18Jan 2016

Date 29/11/15


It’s All About Me

Ok so here’s the deal. I’m not your typical ‘lifestyle’ mistress. I’m honest and open about My experiences (or the lack of). I’m a mistress in training and would appreciate your help while I develop My skills to train you. That said, I have had a few partners who I’ve done some anal training with and rode them with a strap on. I’ve been the Domme in the bedroom and getting My partner to dress in tight, ball strangling, baby pink thongs while kneeling before Me and writing ‘sissy’ on his head in bright red lipstick has been a common thing. I’ve always been open minded and must be drawn to men who enjoy more interesting love lives?

Let’s get this over with…

I am single or as the usual tick box requires My official status is ‘divorced’. I married young you see but I wasn’t willing to put up with that little pricks shit and we never even got through a whole year of marriage before I was bored of his routine missionary positioned sex and his frightfully dull personality. After being cheated on and him refusing to wear a chastity device I upped, moved abroad and never looked back (well not at him.) England is my home and I missed My farmyard roots which is why I eventually made My return.


I’m just going to run through the Important stuff so…..

Day to day I’m just a typical farm girl. I walk My dog, ride My horse and muck out. I’ve been training animals all of my life so I don’t think it’s going to be a big stretch to move on to people. I already own bridles, saddles, whips, spurs, horse treats (you’ve got to reward good behaviour) and I think if I can handle a stallion I can handle you!

What do I want? Well I want the strong spirit of a horse that is willing to yield to me and the loyalty of a dog who would never bite the hand that feeds him (even if he goes for a walk with someone else.) What I am saying is, for Me, this is all fantasy. In the real world (what everyone else sees) should be someone charming, fascinating and strong willed. In my world (the dungeon) I want you to lose your power, give in to Me, worship Me, do as I say and try your best to please Me. I appreciate you may need to see other mistresses from time to time but don’t forget Me, come to be petted by Me when you can and never disclose our time together as in the dungeon we can be whoever we want to be but if I can’t trust you then you’ll be discarded like a dead dog (or my ex-husband -same thing!)

Amongst other qualifications, I did My degree in contemporary theatre and specialise in live art / performance art. As time goes on some of you may even be invited to see some of my shows?
With this in mind you can definitely expect interesting sessions when you come to see Me. If you know anything about performance art you’ll know its weird and wonderful and can include blood letting / on stage anal fisting / prolonged pain endurance, etc (so maybe I have been living within the lifestyle without even knowing it but who needs a label?)
Becoming a Mistress, for Me, is just somewhat a natural progression. It’s an exciting side line and promises to be one hell of a ride.

You can see Me, Mistress Eclipse at The Fetish Emporium undergoing training with Mistress Saphire and Mistress Sheba. Keep up to date with My progress through My blog and on Twitter

Email mistresseclipse@gmail.com or phone 07907622890 to book a session.

17Jan 2016

manchester mistress

I am Mistress Eclipse of Manchester.

I have a very wide range of BDSM interests and I session in one of the very best multi roomed dungeons in the UK – The Fetish Emporium, just 3.7 miles from Manchester.

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