Jul 192018
 

Back by popular demand T-Girl Gigi……Come and join us for some devilishly naughty fun at Mistress Jane’s Berkshire Dungeon and playroom.

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Jul 172018
 

Part V

“ … You have been apprehended on academy property in possession of Class B controlled substances.” The electrodes transmitted a minor current that caused an apprehensive tingling feeling in my bottom, warning me that the continuation of my theoretical bad behaviour would shortly result in renewed punishment. “This is a major violation of disciplinary and health and safety policy. The disciplinary sanction will now commence.” Frantically I heaved at the straps and tried to bring my fingers to bear that I might tear the restraints loose. Then a bolt of paralysing pain, shocking in its intensity coursed through me.

I did not have time to recover before the next bolt crackled into my hindquarters and another spear of electrical energy coursed through my innards. With artful sadism the apparatus paused then recommenced its ghastly work; sometimes administering three jolts in quick succession. Each energy wave manifested itself as superheated, flaring sensations in coruscating patterns across the nerve endings under the skin of the posterior region. The awful torment proved so intense that I felt as though twin bands of steel encompassed my body, crushing me so I couldn’t breathe. I rubbed my wrists raw with the intention of jerking my hands free to get the inflated rubber ball out of my mouth – to no avail.

Strangely, even in the midst of this surging, biting, bubbling cauldron I still possessed sufficient detachment to contemplate the diabolical inventiveness at work. The very cold, clinical, inhumanity of it made it seen especially sinister and cruel – especially when experienced from this position. With another human being there might be an appeal to reason; for clemency. But machines know no right or wrong – they simply follow their programmed instructions. Nor was the situation without its erotic quotient through and I couldn’t help imagining the beautiful doctor reclining in her swivel chair, shoe dangling from the heel of one lovely foot as she swept her amused gaze over the jerking, convulsing, hotly suffering bodies below …

Apart from the piercing, heat-raising aspects the very worst part of the punishment was the muscular contractions induced by each jolt. My spine arched, tendons and sinews screamed in protest and I times I thought I could hear my bones creak as my joints screwed up so violently. All the while as the current traced its course my nether regions lit up like a Christmas tree of agony. Silently I screamed, pleaded, cursed, threatened terrible vengeance – and suffered. And suffering was the whole point. It was what we were there for: human guinea pigs for the day when this conditioning would be used for real in our technological utopia. Odd is it not how we always perceive utopia to be a vision of paradise when Thomas More wrote his novel as a warning.

And suddenly … blissful relief. The flaring sensations of agonising heat ceased as abruptly as they had begin. For a moment I hardly dared exhale, believing it to be some sadistic trick of the machine. Next moment came a click as my bonds fell away and the rubber ball-gag collapsed upon itself, causing me to deposit a large quantity of saliva onto the gym mat beneath my downturned face. “Remove the VR device; take thirty seconds before attempting to stand up,” the voice intoned soothingly. As I eased the sinister black helmet over my hair now damp with perspiration, I saw the ponytailed girl looking down at me through the veil of tears: her face all concern and solicitude. “Take it steady … that’s it.” I felt the gentle pressure of her fingers on my arm as she guided me to my feet. Once she was sure my legs were not going to collapse like those of some new-born foal, she hurried off to help the others who also were in the throes of freeing themselves from that infernal device.

I looked around groggily for Doctor Barzani. Sure enough the lady in question stepped lightly off the dais and made her way gaily over toward me, hips swinging in that sauntering, long-limbed walk that matched her smile of satisfaction. Behind her on the platform the oscilloscope resumed its innocuous yellow pulse; the equipment once again simply a harmless jumble of cables, pipes and half-a-dozen bucket seats with gamer helmets.

My lips compressed in fury; in contrast her onyx eyes gleamed as she said: “That was marvellous! We got some really useful telemetry and biometric data from this session. It’s going to help us enormously.”

“Well I’m chuffed about that!” I began sarcastically. Before I could give vent to my feelings of outraged dignity the scientist turned away to corral the rest of the group. “We have iced water and some fruit ready for you,” she called out. “Take your time getting up; we don’t want any accidents.”

Helped by the doctor and her assistant, the shocked group stumbled back toward the common area and the waiting refreshments. No-one spoke; each test subject (or more accurately ‘victim’) lost in the jumble of his or her own thoughts. A couple of the girls were weeping silently and my own face felt slicked by something I suspected was not perspiration. Even Graham remained silent while Mazher simply repeated over and over again: “That’s not right; not right …” Walking proved painful and precluded a more rapid escape from the portals of Solaryde Ltd.

“You may experience some bladder irritation for a while afterwards and it might be difficult to pass water,” Doctor Barzani breezed helpfully.

“Well it certainly hasn’t stopped you from taking the piss!” I snarled.

Leaving the test centre and stepping back into the bustling normality of an English city street seemed surreal and I struggled for a moment to take it in. The blare of a car horn brought me back to my senses. A pale blue Ford Sierra was parked at the kerb and I saw Carole inside and leaning across to open the passenger door for me. As I hobbled over and lowered myself stiffly onto the seat she smiled – and then her expression froze. “God, David! You look terrible! What the hell happened in there?”

“I’ve just had enough electricity put through my jaxy to light up the National Grid!” I replied miserably.

Her head smacked back against the headrest as she gave a shriek of mirth. “I warned you to look into it properly, didn’t I?” Carole laughed in spite of her concern over my ordeal before reaching for the ignition key. “Oh David, you complete and utter arse!”

THE END


Jul 162018
 

FemDom Sub Girl Lunna…Want to come and play!

Come and join myself, Lunna and Berkshire’s Mistress Jane for an exquisite time of ‘blow your mind’ Tie and Tease combined with Domination, to suit all levels of experience.

Lust after me while Mistress Dominates us both and watch as Mistress Jane and I play and frolic before you while you are bound and helpless to join us. And who knows, if I get excited and want satisfying I might allow you the honor of wearing my cock gag in order to please me.

My Tie and Tease style and technique are second to none. I will seduce you with my presence and have you trembling with excitement. I will have you worship my bare feet and have you work your way up my long slender legs. I will collar you as I control your lust for me, I will have you addicted to me in no time…..

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Jul 152018
 
CP Story-Part IV
“Test Sequence One – Scenario: Moderate.” There followed a beep before the rather accusatory monologue continued. “You have been nominated for correction because you have recorded three tardies in one calendar month, which is contrary to the academy’s attendance policy.” Instinctively I tried to answer but the rubbery-tasting ball kept my tongue firmly depressed, requiring me to swallow constantly to stop the saliva building up. Barely had I a minute to work out what was going on when I heard a vicious high-pitched crack that sounded like a bug zapper in a restaurant.
Szszszszt!
Instantly a hot sensation of hurt lanced deep into the flesh and muscle of my right buttock as though I had been struck. And in that moment I realised the purpose of those wires and disc-like electrode pads attached to my backside.
S-s-n-napp! Another jolting sting: this time directed into the left cheek. The inflated ball prevented me from biting through my tongue (as with those used by defibrillator machines). Nor would there be any wriggling free. The flexcuffs that fastened me to the apparatus tightened as I struggled before slackening off when I stopped resisting. I tried to judge if they automatically tightened before each blast of electricity as a way of nerving myself for the shock but the inventors of this fiendish device had clearly thought of that and the straps gave no such indication.
The organ in the body that experiences pain is of course the brain because unlike nerve endings in the skin that have a purely mechanical function (i.e. receiving external stimuli for onward transmission); the brain has an interpretive and even a creative rôle in decoding and explaining those sensations: “It’s hot” or “It’s cold” or “It tickles” – or, in this case, “It hurts like a cowson!” These are the abstract concepts that the brain interprets from the millions of neurological signals it receives.
And so I understood what Solaryde was trying to create – the disciplinary equivalent of an e-cigarette or a shock collar for humans. It involved flagellating a person by electrical stimulation to the same area of the body as a disciplinarian would target during physical punishment. This would reinforce the humiliation aspects as well as keeping the current away from critical zones such as the heart or brain. It all made sense now; the embarrassing bottoms-up positioning recreated the physical aspect of a real spanking heightening the mood in the virtual reality. The impression of pain would be the same for the recipient – it bloody well hurt – but without the physical risk of cane cuts, paddle damage to vertebrae or kidneys or the strap welts on leg muscles that resulted in all those expensive insurance claims against educators in the United States especially. Knowing is not always consoling of course. And I’d been stupid enough to sign up for it.
So amongst our six writhing, jerking sufferers, our minds were being blown and gag reflexes triggered by blasts of static electricity while Doctor Barzani tested the software on systems that doubtlessly fed back to the development centre somewhere the ways to improve the system which could then be inflicted upon the next set of victims. After the sixth bolt of electricity the hurt ebbed away and I could master my breathing again. By now shock had given way to anger and my cheeks burned with mortification at being treated in such a degrading fashion.
But these moments of precious respite proved short-lived. Again the voice started up in my ear as I pulled furiously at my bonds but with the infinite precision that only comes from the microprocessor they contracted then flexed expertly to constrain my efforts. “Breathe normally,” the disembodied voice urged soothingly. “Vital signs are normal.”
My vital signs might be stable but my arse feels like it’s on fire, I seethed but barely had I time to ponder this conundrum when the system delivered its next message. And what it presaged sounded infinitely worse than last time. “Test Sequence Two – Scenario: Serious Disciplinary Infraction … ”
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Jun 112018
 

The Berkshire Dairy otherwise know as Mistress Jane’s Male Milking Facility, as I also like to call it, houses some of the most sophisticated machines available on the market today. We all know how you guys fantasize about having your cum milked dry. Well, its not so far fetched as you might have imagined.

In my specially adapted Berkshire Dairy Male Milking Facility you can expect to find a stark white room, not unlike a medical room at a Doctors surgery or hospital. Equipped with all the finest toys and machines to drain your balls dry! Let me start with the milking machine of all milking machines. The Serious Kit system which is based around an iconic American Milking Machine which has been modified to hold receivers know as STP’s which are lined in a soft rubber and used to house your cock. The STP is uniquely designed on a wet system to keep everything well lubricated and slippery. Once the machine is switched on the STP is sucked in to place. The rubber inner liner sucks and pulsates, giving a very stimulating sensation. I wouldn’t say that this machine is designed for a quick fix cum, it is designed to ‘hold you on the edge’ and therefore is great for extended play and prolonged milking in my Berkshire Dairy for men.

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Moving on to the Venus 2000. A masturbation machine. It stroke speed and stroke length can be controlled as is strokes your manhood and works on a diaphragm which pushes air in sucks it out from within the inner rubber sleeve. I have a specially adapted v2 cradle that houses the Venus receiver which sits on your groin while the v2 goes to work on you. As long as the controller can read the signs, they can have you balancing on the edge of an almighty orgasm in no time at all.

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The Tremblr works on the same principles as the venus 2000. The receivers slightly differ from the v2 in that they are black and heavier, slightly more cumbersome. The inner sleeve is made from a thicker rubber which is also ribbed and can give you a wonderful sensation as is slides up and down your lubricated cock. Hands free masturbation at it best! Giving me or my dairy team chance to play with other parts of your anatomy, or theirs come to think of it.

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Robojac…..Although sold as a masturbation machine, this works really well for guys with ED, which has got to be a plus. It operates by creating alternate air flows of suction and pressure to move a smooth pliant receiver up and down the penis. The Robojac doesn’t have an inner sleeve like the other machines so it makes it less fussy.

And then of course we have the our hands. Yes, Milking the old fashioned way. Not all of you like mechanical machine milking and that is fine. I can hold you on the edge of an orgasm for as long as i wish to. I can control your cum and have you begging for release, denying you your orgasm until I want to see you explode.

My milking team can also be on hand to assist, you’ve all heard the old adage ‘Many hands make light work’.

Who is suited to this type of play at The Berkshire Dairy Male Milking Facility?

Basically this type of scene, scenario or session is for any level of experience from a complete newbie to the most experienced kinkster, as all sessions are tailored to each individuals experience, limits, fantasy and tastes. These machines do not hurt you, they offer an alternative way to pleasure. For those with a really tight foreskin then i recommend edging by hand as the machine could possible force the skin back.

You may have read through some of my blogs where the subject has cum multiple times. Of course this isn’t something that every man is capable of. Have you ever heard that saying ‘Don’t write cheque’s your body can’t cash’…Well, that is applicable when it comes to male milking or should I say multiple milking. You need to set the target You are capable of achieving, and who knows after a bit of practice we may be able to squeeze another cum out of you..

I often get emails such as… ‘I have read your blog and that guy came 3 times, can you do that for me?’. My answer is ‘Sure I can if you can cum 3 times in the given time. And a good way to find out how many times you can cum in an hour or 2 hours or 3 hours and so on, would be to masturbate in that time space and see for yourself.

So, you find out you can only cum once but want a two hour session. That is totally acceptable, I can prolong your milking for how ever long need be. This is where edging and orgasm denial come in to play and the longer it goes on the more intense the outcum.

Just milking? So while you are lay back, machine pulsating up and down your shaft what else can you experience? Quite a lot actually. Depending on whether you like other forms of play I can incorporate all sorts while You are being milked. A nice prostate massage is always a good way of stimulating you. Nipple play, lite stroking, or for the more demanding patient, nipple suction or clamps, maybe estim. You may like to feel the prickling sensation of the violet wand all over your anatomy. You may like to be hooded or gagged or both. Dressed head to toe in rubber, just imagine! The possibilities are endless.

Who will milk me? I, Mistress Jane will be your Nurse or Milk Maid. I can be a rubber  nurse, a NHS style nurse with tights or stockings or a Dominant kinky nurse. I have a team who are available to help out and who can dress as I do. Miss Trixy, Miss Lunna Latex, KittenXXX (Wednesdays only), or tv Matron Gigi are all part of the milking team and either one is available (subject to their availability) upon Your request.

So let me set the scene……..He had received his instructions. He was to abstain from any masturbation for up to 5 days before his visit to The Berkshire Dairy Male Milking Facility. The day had come round quickly, thank God as he felt his balls were about to explode. Five Days abstinence was a lot to a guy that masturbated twice daily. He felt nervous as he approached the door, his heart thumped hard and for a moment he felt light headed. Suddenly the door opened and a tall slender woman clad in skin tight latex stood in the door way. She quickly looked him up and down before she beckoned him in. She closed the door behind him and she held out her hand and introduced herself as Lunna.

The room they stood in was stark white, white walls, white floor, white cupboards. In the centre of the room stood a large gynecological chair. He suddenly caught a whiff of surgical spirit, the smell you would expect in a hospital or something. But then again, this sure looked like a hospital examination room, so why wouldn’t it smell like one.

Lunna asked for his coat and told him to take a seat for a moment. She explained that Mistress wouldn’t be long and while he waited she would help him remove his clothing. She was stunning, and stood so close he could feel her breath on his cheek. She pressed herself against him whilst looking deep into his eyes as she slowly undid his shirt buttons whilst holding his gaze. Slowly but surely he felt that all to common twitch in his pants. Lunna must have to, as at that moment she paused and slid her hand down to his groin. She whispered to him, telling him that she was going to play with his cock and rub herself against it. She held his hands and placed them on her waist. “Do like what I’m wearing?” she asked provocatively as she licked her big juicy lips. He nodded eagerly. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Mistress, she to was dressed in skin tight rubber.

Both ladies towered over him in their heels. Mistress introduced herself and without any further ado he was stripped bare and led to the gynae chair, told to lay on it as they both secured him firmly. His cock twitched as it dripped pre cum onto his belly. Lunna dipped her fingers in to the puddle and told his to open wide as she slid her fingers in to his mouth. Mistress stroked his flesh and tweaked him here and there before placing a glove on her hand…She then rubber lube on her fingers and lubed up his cock. Meanwhile Lunna was preparing to climb up on to the gynae with his in order to smother his face. With his cock lubed and throbbing Mistress attached the milking device to his cock and as it sucked down, sliding his foreskin back he felt the most stimulating pleasure. Just as he was about to cry out in delight Lunna placed herself right over his face and began to wriggle, “lick my rubber panties” she moaned.

He could feel all sorts of sensations happening but was unable to pin point each one and with Lunna’s distraction he just lay back and did as he was ordered by her and completely lost himself in the moment as Mistress controlled his orgasms…………………..

 

 

Jun 022018
 

A Kink filled few months lay ahead with some of my partners in crime. I am also available on a one to one basis on these dates if having a third party present isn’t your kink.

Book now via email mistressjane4u@hotmail.co.uk

OR CALL Mistress Jane on  07928636021

 

 

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May 302018
 

Clothed Females, Naked Male upcoming EVENT in June: If you are on my CFNM ‘Clothed Females, Naked Male‘ events notification list, check your SPAM folder as I have sent out notifications but with all the new signing up rules and GDPR then they may have gone straight to your spam. Not only that, but we have added an extra day so the whole event will run over a three day period.

There are only three spaces left over the whole three days. So check your spam or re send your email of interest to find out all the juicy details.

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May 272018
 

Transvestite Mistress Tessa will be joining me on Wednesday 11th July. 

Explore your deepest desires, your kinky side and your compulsion to push your limits, in a safe, sane and controlled environment. Have fun without judgement, play without fear and unleash your fantasies. All limits fully respected. ‘Safe play, there is no other way!’.

For further information and bookings please contact Mistress Jane mistressjane4u@hotmail.co.uk

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May 272018
 

TGirl Mistress Tessa will be making her debut on the above date in July. TGirl Mistress Tessa enjoys wearing skin tight pvc with boots and will have you kneeling at her feet in no time. TGirl Mistress Tessa has been on the scene for a couple of years and not only is she a Mistress she also switches.

These sessions will suit anyone with a fetish for tv’s, tgirl Mistress, T-girl admirers and the Bi curious. If your fetish includes humiliation, spit-roasting and cock sucking then this will be right up your street (excuse the pun). These sessions are tailored to each individuals experience and limits, and will suit the total ‘New to bi, I wanna try‘, to the ‘Done it all before, I want some more’. 

Above all we want to make your experience fun and satisfying in every way. So if you have a particular fantasy that tgirl Mistress Tessa and moi can help you with then drop me an email and we will see what we can do to fulfil it.

Apply via my email for further information and bookings with Mistress Jane and TGirl Mistress Tessa.

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Apr 302018
 

Strapon Jane also known as Nylon Jane will be joining me on July 5th for a day of kinky fun. So come and be the Jam in our Jane sandwich! Sound tasty? tempted? Phone or email Mistress Jane for further information and bookings……

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1 hour £200