Woke up fine, nothing extrange or special. Early morning was OK, normal, until I decided to write about yesterday in my previous entry. As I started recalling the day and the night, my body changed and became more anxious, trembling slightly when writing about certain successes. I posted it and reported Miss Eleanor, waiting for an answer. It took a while to come, but when I saw her message in the inbox, I suddenly explode into excitation and nervousness... My heart beat faster, my breathing got agitated, and my whole body was trembling as I went to the restrooms to have some privacy. Miss Eleanor praised me for my efforts and I felt even more arousal and trepidation. As I am open to her and all my thoughts are written down, she knew of my arousal and how I was masturbating, and she gave me an order who made me cross a line I never thought possible. Miss Eleanor ordered me to cum on my hand and swallow it proclaiming my submission. As soon as I read that, without stopping to consider it, I was cumming on my hand, gathering the warm sperm on my palm. I NEVER have had any thoughts about licking cum, and even when reading about it I found it disgusting and degrading. And I was there sitting in the restroom, one hand filled with sticky cum and the phone on the other, reading Miss Eleanor order over and over, not even considering the real possibility of disobeying, but held strongly by deep personal emotions. And suddenly I thought "it's only my own body fluids" and I licked my palm clean of semen and swallowed it instantly, proclaiming my submission to Miss Eleanor. I have crossed a line I never thought of trespassing, and I don't feel bad or guilty about having eaten my cum under Miss Eleanor's orders. I just feel I have evolved and grown a little bit more towards being a perfect drone for Miss Eleanor, and show her my submission, which now I know it will get much more deeper than I could have ever imagined. Rest of the day was quite busy, both in and out of work, and it demonstrated how well the mental boundaries were working, as my submissive self was kept dormant as Miss Eleanor didn´t required its presence. I am glad I wrote the previous paragraph at the end of the morning, having the experience still fresh in my mind, but with time enough to have reflected upon it and understanding its meaning and implications. And I say this because driving back to work in the evening I was thinking about it, and everything seemed as a hazy remembered dream, but having my written words about what had happened anchored it in reality and in my mind even more.   At night I listened again Miss Eleanor audio file. I was quickly put in deep relaxation, and this time I could feel my hands and arms starting to float when Miss Eleanor suggested it, but when the rest of the body tried to replicate the sensation, I was taken out of it a little bit. Also, I felt a very warm and fulfilling sensation in my chest when Miss Eleanor used my drone name for the first time, and I was kept in a semi mindless state for the rest of the recording, even when Miss Eleanor counted to three to wake up. I just stood lying on bed, deeply relaxed and immobile, even not noticing I was breathing, and almost mindless but with just a tiny bit of consciousness that allowed me to be aware of my own mindlessness. I was like that for a long while, until thoughts started to flow again and I regained movement, only to play the audio one more time. In the second listening, I droned out for some sections, missing them entirely, and got out of relaxed state spontaneously just before the ending of Miss Eleanor’s words.