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23Jan 2017

Foot Fetish Session Derby Mistress Eclipse

The Foot Fetish- A Recollection

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…

Mistress Eclipse had been walking around the farm, trudging through the muddy fields with her horses, cleaning out their muck from the stables and depositing it on the big pile of horse manure that had been gathering for months.

Where it had rained there were brown puddles on the floor which she referred to as ‘poo juice’ and partially rotten manure that swamped her feet as she stomped through the ‘poo juice’ sludge, began collecting on her boots. The foot slave was to be in for a real treat she smirked. The thought of such male devotion and submission to her mucky boots made Mistress Eclipse edgy with excitement as she set off in her car to meet him at the Manchester Dungeon where she had been a professional Dominatrix for many years.

Eager as ever the salivating foot enthusiast was early, texting to confirm his arrival while his dominatrix was still driving to the Manchester Chambers. ‘Well he’ll just have to wait, I have no interest in responding as I drive’ she thought. The wait only helps add to his suspense. As a professional mistress, Eclipse loves the nervous excitement that envelops her submissive when they think she 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!’ she mutters to herself.

In chambers she noticed her skin tight beige jodhpurs were splashed with mud and there were stray bits of hay stuck to the fibres. Oh well, it would only intensify her over all stench and we all know that’s what he is here for. He desires cleaning the dirty boots before having all of her sweaty toes forced into his mouth, causing him to gag and deeply inhale the potent perfume from her busy day.

After taking the remainder of the tribute Mistress Eclipse opened the door to her highly equipped chambers, expecting to see a naked, kneeling slave. Instead she got a half dressed, piteous excuse of a man that dared to simply sit.

‘Strip boy!’ she shouts. ‘Sorry Mistress’ replied the squeaky mouse and he hurriedly 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, Mistress Eclipse’s side of course. Instructing the slave to clean her boots, he gladly ran his big slimy tongue up and down the mucky rubber wellingtons. She explained the hardship the filthy boots had suffered throughout the day taking great joy in his reaction as she emphasised the poo juice she’d meaningfully stomped through. She could see little bits of hay and shavings from her horses bedding disappearing into his mouth as he consumed the debris. Being a thoughtful Mistress, Eclipse offered the boy a drink to which he gladly nodded his head. Spitting into his open chops she wondered if she should offer a bit more fluid to satiate his dry mouth. Instructing him to stay put she collected the dog bowl from the kitchen and put a little water in that which had flushed and swilled around her own mouth first. Then for good measure, Mistress Eclipse added a bit more frothy spit before presenting the bowl 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’ she scoffed at him.  As he sank down to the floor where he belonged she placed her size four foot on his head and pushed him into her spit. He slurped and Eclipse ordered him to shake his bottom like a dog. This humiliation would make her very happy. Derby Mistress Eclipse has seen this slave many times and has fine tuned herself to his deepest, darkest, desires. There is no subject too taboo to discuss with her and she would never be shocked at anything you may consider a ‘weird fetish’ which is why this lapdog has been faithful to her for many years.

 

Watching him wag a little pretend tail, she knew her boy needed this. He needed her to tell him how pathetic and disgusting he was and humiliate him until she was ready to chuck him out.

Steering the foot slave to take off her boots, you could see the darker colour of her socks were they were wet from the sweat. She immediately shoved all of her toes in his over sized mouth and allowed him to suck the sweat from them one by one. She also noticed a little mud on her right big toe where there is a small leak in her wellington boot. Just think of all the germs and undesirable disgusting bacteria that is harbouring around her big toe at this very moment. Not for long. That foot can be sucked clean next. The smell radiating was not pleasant. Mistress Eclipse sweats really easily and after an 8hr day at the yard with her feet festering inside the rubber wellington there was bound to be a pong. Yet this slave was loving her bouquet, he was taking deep breaths as he explored every fold, every curve of her petite, well manicured foot.

 

Rubbing every toe slowly with his nose to savour the divine moment, the Derby Dominatrix deemed that he was enjoying himself far too much. Foot fetish frequently comes with humiliation and this lousy slave was going to get a taste of it. ‘Why should all of his dreams come true when I’m not fully amused?’ She noted.

Taking her 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?’ she ordered. The minion looked confused but nodded anyway. I think he thought Mistress Eclipse was expecting a stand up comedy act or something? She wasn’t looking to be disappointed! No! She was going to make her 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 we will continue like this until I am satisfied with your efforts.’

 

This was hilarious to engage in, it was so much fun to have him gagged and squirming all over the place trying to catch her feet. Of course this was a game he was never going to win. Mistress Eclipse got to go through several different animals before she decided this foot fetish slave had earned the privilege to worship her bare feet. By this point he was so desperate, so deflated that he had not been able to catch a single toe that his dominant almost felt sorry for him. OK not really but she did pity him a little. As promised, she slowly took her socks out of his mouth and spat some fresh water in to hydrate him. The dry mouth you get when it has been filled with socks is both exhilarating and frustrating. Mistress Eclipse then placed her soft foot on his face and he inhaled deeply, somewhat lovingly and thankful for her kindness. As her feet caressed his face and he licked between each one of her toes, his bliss radiated onto her and she felt the same sexy happiness that he did. Watching him go to work on her size 4’s was satisfying and the deep relaxation she felt as he massaged her foot with is tongue was stunning. With her feet on his face she 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 Derby Mistress Eclipse sat for a while, smiling, relaxing and remembering the details of the session. She does love a good foot worship and always has so much fun!

The foot fetish continued…

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 is just a small part of what draws you to my feet. 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 and 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 if I’ve remained unwashed. 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, etc, allowing the sweat to gather in the fibres, letting the stench build, my smell, my bouquet, 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.

 

With that said, please come and book a session soon so we can have fun together. I am now working mostly from Derby and prefer at least 24 hours notice to confirm our get together.

Regards,

Mistress Eclipse

18Jul 2016

Latex Boy – True Story #Anal #StrapOn

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.’

18Mar 2016

Latex Mistress Eclipse

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

 

18Jan 2016

Background Information

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 both pre and post Pro Domme. You can ask Me anything, I won’t be offended.

I had a few partners prior to becoming a professional Dominatrix who I did some anal training with and rode them with a strap on. I’ve always been a Domme in the bedroom and getting My partner to dress in tight, ball strangling, baby pink thongs while kneeling before me as I wrote ‘sissy’ on their 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?

How did I become a professional Mistress? Well, when I was doing my degree, I wrote my dissertation looking at the fine line between what we call the sex industry and what we call performance art. Is a burlesque dancer not the same as a stripper? They both take their clothes off, get paid and have an audience shouting ‘Whoop, whoop’ at them. Therefore is a Dominatrix not the same as an actor? They don’t walk into the local shop and spit in the cashiers face, however in the consensual confines of a dungeon, that is often an integral part of a session.

Within my research I met Mistress Saphire, who I interviewed to authenticate my hypothesis. With a mutual acquaintance, we remained friends after the interview and met up several times until she stabled her horse at the same place as I did. Once we seen each other everyday I told her I thought I would love to be a professional dominatrix, Saphire then spoke with Mistress Sheba and they organised a training day for me to try out lots of different fetishes and see how I felt. Well, I loved it and I’ve never looked back.

NEXT…

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 it wasn’t going to be a big stretch to move on to people. I own bridles, saddles, whips, spurs, horse treats (you’ve got to reward good behaviour) and I know 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 Professional Mistress, for me, was just somewhat a natural progression. It’s an exciting career and promises to be one hell of a ride for both me and my subs.

You can see me, Mistress Eclipse at Celestial Studios in Derby. Double Domme available with other house Dommes on request.

You can keep up to date with My kinky activities through My blog and on Twitter

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

Want to hear about what happened on my first training day? See below:

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.’

The day consisted of me, Mistress Eclipse or @mistresseeclips 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 come to meet some other Mistress and was not in fact a part 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, he was 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 you 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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