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Latex Fetish. We have been having a great time with all the lovely slaves and subs who come and join me and my friends at MJ’s house of fun and kinky capers. We have seen an influx of new enquiries regarding all manner of session types, latex fetish and kinks. Some of you are still not aware that I hold rubber/latex fetish sessions. I have an array of latex catsuits, dresses, skirts, wrestling suits, leggings, hoods, gloves and corsets for You, the client to wear. Plus boots and accessories to make your latex experience that little more thrilling. For myself I have latex catsuits, jeans, corsets, dresses, uniforms and gloves, as well as boots and heels.
I know some of you out there would love to wear latex but are under the impression that wearing latex means hard and heavy play, which is putting you off. All you want is to wear the latex and have a soft session, tie and tease. Made to lick and worship your latex clad Mistress and play on the softer side. That’s great because I love having my latex clad body worshipped. Remember, sessions don’t have to be hard or heavy. I mould my sessions to fit in with your experience, interests and tastes, so don’t be afraid to say you are inexperienced but would like a latex session, I will be pleased to oblige. All you need to be aware of is that latex sessions have a minimum session time of 90 minutes. A shower is available afterwards.
If you would like either or maybe both Lunna Latex or Trixy to join in your rubbery session, they to have latex catsuits, dresses, hoods and gloves to wear. Please say when booking.
Lunna Latex was in a very mischievous mood (no change there). I had allowed Lunna and our rubber clad guest to ‘shine up’ each others catsuits, and yes, while they were wearing them. Lunna, being the naughty little minx that she is at times, paid special attention to polishing his groin area, and I don’t mean with her hands! She had her very pert latex clad bottom pressed against him, while he had his hands on her hips. She was sliding over his bulge, up and down and up and down whilst at the same time giving a semi orgasmic moan, which of course was sending our dear guest into overdrive, and who could blame him.
At this rate this session would be over before it had gotten started so had to but in. Both of them looked very shiny indeed. Her especially in the tit, ass and pussy area and his in the ass and groin area. Lunna was reeling him in with her playful demeanour, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her for one second. As I began to secure him in to bondage, Lunna sat opposite to grab his attention. How did she do that I hear you ask…well, her big brown eyes lock onto yours, she sits provocatively whilst rubbing and stroking her latex clad body, she licks her lips and opens her legs and touches between them. Well if that doesn’t grab your attention then nothing will.
The session moves on and our rubbery guest is now lay down and secured on the bondage bed. His erect cock is being stimulated with estim and now Lunna is sat over his face. Still zipped in her catsuit she then lowers herself down and invites him to lick her latex. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Lunna speaks quietly and softly “I like you licking my latex”. His cock twitches uncontrollably, with a combination of lust and pulses from the estim, but I suspect more from lust. She then stands above him. His eyes are transfixed. She strokes herself over the catsuit and begins to unzip the crotch. He watches intently as she slides her fingers inside her suit….”Aahhhhhhh” she moans. He pushes his tongue out and licks the air. “My pussy is all wet because of you” Whispered Lunna. “Here, taste my fingers”.
I can see that these two have there own little party going on, and if Lunna doesn’t rein it in soon his cock is going to explode. I have my finger inserted in his hole and can feel his muscles contracting, “Any minute now” I thought. It was then Lunna reached for the cock gag. “I want to stop that naughty little tongue of yours poking from out your hood”. She placed the gag in his mouth and began to lower herself. His eyes looked on at the feast before him but before Lunna latex could land, his cock spurted copious amounts leaving Lunna very frustrated indeed.
Lunna’s latex latest catsuit was from https://libidex.com/
Tv Mistress coming soon. To all you cock suckers, curious subs and sissy bitches. Come and join moi and Tv Mistress Gigi for a day of Double Domination and bi interaction.
Tv Mistress Gigi and i love to play and having You as our puppet to train to our superior standards is something that any willing sub should relish. So if you are tempted or even curious about this event then you are interested. Sessions are £160 for the hour. Should you want to be pushed that little further then either Trixy or Lunna Latex can also join your session by request, this would push the price to £200 for the hour. Longer sessions available.
Bookings now being taken….Enquire within……
UK Mistress Jane
Its been a great month, even more so now Xmas is behind us and the mornings and are slowly getting lighter. Feb will soon be upon us and the buds will be sprouting as we head towards the spring, I can hardly wait!
January saw another visit from the one and only Strapon Jane a very well known UK Mistress, not quite a house hold name, but a legend all the same! Not only have some of you had your life long fantasy fulfilled by finally getting to meet her, but so have I. She is someone I have wanted to session with since I first met her on the scene some 15 years back but never had the balls to ask. Somehow by sheer fate our paths have crossed and some of you have been very lucky to be part of our ‘Jane Sandwich’ wow. She is a true pro and a truly amazing Lady. Strapon Jane is available for sessions with me at my chambers with prior notice. I haven’t got round to publishing some of your reviews about your time spent with us, so sorry about that. I will address that issue soon.
The Launch of the stunning Lunna Latex got under way earlier this year, and she recently opened up her twitter account so you can see her thoughts and progress as she slowly immerses herself in to MJ’s world of kink. Lunna is available upon request on Mondays and Wednesdays with MJ. For other days please enquire to check her availability. Follow https://twitter.com/LunnaLatex
Ms L’Amour, also known as Trixy has been coming for almost a year after making her debut last April ’17. She also had the pleasure of joining myself and Strapon Jane for couple of sessions which involved all three of us wearing strapons for a couple of very greedy boys. Trixy is available upon request.
The Pursuit of Knowledge …
On Wednesday morning I caught the eight thirty three from Brighton to Chichester to begin my little adventure. The day before I had a brief conversation on the subject with Carole who looked at me doubtfully while biting her lower lip: “You did go through it thoroughly with them, didn’t you?”
“Of course,” I lied.
During the brisk fifteen minute walk from the station inside the city walls and close to the Cathedral I saw many beautiful period houses that had been reclaimed from commerce. The character of the city had changed and a domestic hum was replacing the hush of office life and I enjoyed the early spring sunshine on my face as its rays slanted down over the rooftops and between the pilasters to reflect on the windows of parked cars. No wonder North Street received acclaim from Nikolaus Pevsner and Ian Nairn in the Sussex volume of The Buildings of England as ‘the perfect street for an English country town’. And somewhere inside this portentous Georgian façade would be the former school converted by Solaryde into their research facility.
Once buzzed in through one of the glass security pods I stepped into the reception hall with its high corniced ceiling and which still retained the elegant Adam oval staircase. It wasn’t hard to visualise what this place must have looked like when it had been a school with pupils heading in noisy crocodiles up and down those stairs: all excited chatter; sports bags and gossip. Stepping from behind the dais a girl in a white silk blouse and whose long black ponytail dangled down to the small of her back led me across the lobby toward a series of rooms converted into cellular offices. There seemed to be nobody else around and the building was eerily quiet apart from the whine of computer or other electrical equipment; the noises of the street shut off by the vacuum-sealed doors.
“You’re just in time; Doctor Barzani is expecting you. She’s just about to start the briefing” was her perfunctory greeting and as we walked along the corridor a surveillance camera high up near the veiling panned to follow our progress.
“Here you are.”
The girl ushered me into a barrel-vaulted room converted into an office. Five faces turned to look at me – these belonging to the other volunteers sitting in a semi-circle around a functional metal workstation desk. And there seated at some distance to the side of the desk was the elusive Doctor Barzani herself.
“Ah David! Welcome. Please take a seat. I’m just taking the group through the preliminaries and explaining the background to what are our phase II clinical trials …” The smile switched direction to the girl who had shown me in. “Thank you, Rachael. We’ll be done in about ninety minutes so you can buzz them out then, okay?”
I was barely conscious of the others in the room as I took the vacant chair – so preoccupied was I in drinking in the beauty of the woman opposite. My God was she gorgeous! Jet-black hair, swept up into a simple and completely practical hairstyle, accentuated her high-cheek-bones and a straight, perfectly proportioned nose. Wide-set brown eyes with delicately painted lashes complimented a mouth in which the upper lip curled a little and the lower lip was a little fuller than the upper. She is beautiful, I thought. If you drew a line down the centre, both sides of her face would be almost exactly the same. Her cafe au lait skin was flawlessly smooth. And I’m pleased to say she even wore a white lab coat over her tight black minidress and those long shapely legs were hosed in black nylons that found their perfect accompaniment in spiky-heeled shoes. A name badge pinned to her lapel read SAHIRA BARZANI BSc. Expressions like ‘stunner’, ‘honey’ et cetera would seem ridiculously inappropriate when applied to such an amazing woman …
“You’ll be helping us here today with our work in developing and evaluating novel treatments through the first in the series of single and multi-centre trials …” There were half-a-dozen of us in Doctor Barzani’s office. We were all around the same age – early- to mid-twenties, students from various academic establishments. And her group now being complete, she launched into an exposition of the programme but it proved to be as opaque as Carole’s earlier explanation. To make matters worse (or better, depending upon your perspective) she had this habit of reclining right back in her swivel chair, legs crossed and one glossy high-heeled shoe dangling in a seductive manner from her foot so the ball in the fine-denier hose shone almost pinkly through the charcoal mesh … Stop perving at her legs! I told myself sternly, you’re here for the advancement of science – not to letch at good-looking women. I tried to distract myself by taking the occasional glance beyond the French windows at the stone flags that let out into the garden. But it proved difficult …
After the rather sinister hush of the remainder of the building it felt a relief to be back amongst people. Of the other five volunteers, one in particular caught my eye – tall and leggy girl with a sun-reddened face and a disarranged hairstyle of blonde locks and dark roots that I found quite appealing. She spoke in an Australian accent and asked the most questions of any of us but I was too lost daydreaming about the beauty of Doctor Barzani to hear barely a word of either these queries or the concomitant answers.
“ … Designed to optimise alternative mindpaths through appropriate stimuli to re-engineer neuro-linguistic programming into generating more societally acceptable responses …” To be honest I was so fixated on Doctor Barzani’s lovely face and that ruby lipped mouth I was away with the fairies. I took not one whit of notice of what she was actually saying … until ‒
“– We have laid on some light refreshments for you so please enjoy these, get to know each other and then in half-an-hour we’ll start.” Naturally there was some form-filling and the doctor passed a clipboard amongst us that had attached the thick legal waiver to be signed and of course a slip for the nominated bank account for each person to receive their expenses and remuneration. We then filed out into a common area where tea and coffee urns stood on a trestle table alongside a respectable selection of biscuits, muffins and other pastries. I’d no sooner poured myself a cup of coffee (which proved to be surprisingly decent for this sort of thing) than I received dig in the ribs from somebody and I looked up to see an immensely tall and gangling youth who peered down at me through thick-lensed spectacles. “Hello mate,” he said in a suitably posh voice. “I saw you eyeing up the good doc. Quite a looker isn’t she?”
“She’s that all right,” I cackled, taking a liking to this eccentric character. “So what do you make of all this business? It’s a bit mysterious. I mean nobody’s told us what’s in store.”
“The chance to make a few quid – easy money that’s all.” Flicking back a lock of straight-combed blond hair he suddenly stuck his hand out. “Graham,” he said.
I shook it and replied, “David.”
The third boy in our group had by now drifted over to introduce himself: “Mazher.”
We exchanged handshakes and introductions complete began speculating on the nature of the experiment we would soon be participating in. “I’m not sure I want to be a lab rat,” Mazher confessed; face pensive. “But I need to get my car back on the road.”
“I’m sure it’ll be all right,” I replied although by now I did have a few butterflies in the stomach. Despite the tall arched windows in the room it seemed perceptibly darker outside and the third youth’s words brought back the feeling of unease I experienced earlier. Keeping a discreet distance the three girls also had their heads together discussing the situation. Only Graham seemed unaffected by the mood of apprehension. “Tell you what I’m going to do,” he winked conspiratorially, “once this is over I’m going to invite Doctor Barzani out for a coffee.”
“I mean they keep mentioning Newman,” Mazher persisted. “What’s all that about? Who is Newman and what are his theories? How come nobody’s given us a straight answer since we got here? Don’t you think we should be finding out more about this stuff? Because that’s probably what they’re going to be doing to us? I mean don’t you think we should know!”
“No idea,” Graham chortled, “all I care about is they’re paying us and I want to get my leg over with the doc and that’s all I need to know!”
“And you reckon a coffee’ll do it, do you?” I guffawed. “I admire your confidence.”
“If she’ll have a coffee with me it’s a start, isn’t it?”
Mazher laughed and shook his head. “You guys are hopeless, aren’t you?”
“Okay ladies and gentlemen. We’re ready for you now.”
……………………to be continued
Hello, I am Lunna Latex. Female Switch and fetish friend to the wonderful Mistress Jane of Berkshire.
I am a female switch latex fetishist and I am available by request on Mondays and Wednesdays in Reading with Mistress Jane.
I love latex and I also love to wear hoods. I am very sexy and alluring and love teasing my prey. While Mistress Jane is Dominating you, I like to distract you with my assets therefore landing you in further trouble with Mistress, I can be such a tease. But my playfulness has been known to land us both in trouble and this is when Mistress Jane will decide that I need punishing along side you. Mistress has also been know to have You punish me to, then to get us to do things to each other simply for her amusement.
I adore kink, I like to be tied, gagged, spanked. I enjoy the Hitachi wand as a treat when I’ve been good, and I love a cock gagging. Sometimes if Mistress finds you far to noisy she will tell me to sit on your face to keep you quiet, I always have my panties on so don’t get any ideas. I air on the playful side of kink rather than the extreme.
Latex isn’t my only fetish, I like dressing up in what ever costume is required. I love school prefect, and naughty nurse to, so don’t be afraid to ask if you’d like me to be your fantasy distraction, let MJ know when enquiring.
I do not offer a sexual service so please do not embarrass yourself by asking. I am an aspiring fetish model so if you are interested please enquire and MJ will pass on your information.
By the term Female Switch I mean being versatile http://www.bdsmwiki.info/Switch
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Slut Training~He walked in and removed his coat. “At least its warm in here” he said as he reached into the wardrobe for a hanger. The temperature had dropped recently and we had just entered a cold snap. “Take a seat” I told him as I pointed towards a chair which was by the wall. He reached into his satchel bag and handed me a note. “Instructions from the wife” he mumbled, “Tribute is also in the envelope Mistress”.
“Thank you” I replied. I opened up the envelope and began to read the note.
Thanks again for agreeing to continue the training of my husband. I am still keeping him in chastity, however I have changed the device, and for his visit to you, I’ve fitted a plastic lock numbered 001100. If the device is locked with a lock with a different number, it probably means my husband has released himself, had a wank and fitted a new lock. I’m sure your have ways of finding out.I’ll leave it to your judgement how you deal with that possibility.
As previously, feel free to do with him as you please. However, I have one general and two specific requests. Anything you can do to improve his obedience / subservience would be good, although i’m sure three hours with you will make a difference. On the specifics, I have a sneaking suspicion that he has a fantasy of being a slut. I wonder if you could test that out. I regard my next request a bit like routine servicing. Namely, de-spunk him. Since his last visit to you, I have allowed him to cum once. It was his Christmas present! So a reasonable amount of spunk should have built up. I’ll leave it to you to find out.
After reading the letter I stood up and snapping my fingers I ordered him to remove his male attire ‘pronto’. The first thing I did was to check the serial number on his chastity device corresponded with the number his wife had written in her letter, fortunately for him, it did.
I was going to test him today as well as train him. But firstly, I was going to transform him into a rubber slut. I had a rubber maids dress ready, which had matching latex suspenders, stockings, heels and a little back maids hat which was trimmed with white frills. I decided to call ‘her’ Samantha, once fully made up. As I prepared Samantha for her training I told her the purpose and rules and how I intended to train and test her.
1/ I am to be referred to as Mistress at all times.
2/ You are to be Tested, De-spunked and trained in obedience as requested by your wife.
3/ You are to be trained so that not only I can use you but so that you can be used by others at my request. I may also call upon you when I have parties or events, where you will be expected to meet and greet my guests and in some cases accommodate them in any way I see fit.
4/ How I decide to train you will depend on the results of the ‘slut test’. The ‘Slut test’ will include cock sucking, as well as deep throat and particularly learning to avoid the gag reflex. Strap-on training and willingness to consume your own mess, and to see how keen you are to ‘offer’ yourself to others as a slut.
5/ You will be Edged as part of your obedience and training, you can only cum when given permission. You will be de-spunked and emptied thoroughly before you little cock is locked back in its device for the foreseeable.
6/ Failure is not an option. Poor performance however will be dealt with in a severe manner by use of the cane.
Samantha was ready to commence her ‘slut training’ and as I began to fasten on my strapon harness she immediately fell to her knees in order to help me fasten the strap. She stayed on her knees and held her hands behind her back. As I turned to face her she opened her mouth wide. “Oh look” I said as I slipped my cock down her throat “A cock hole”. Samantha began to suck greedily as my hard dick slid in and out of her mouth. This was a good opportunity to thrust my dick deep into the back of her throat, and if she gagged, I would use my crop to beat her. No sooner said than done, Samantha gagged, her eyes began to water as she gasped for air. “Try again but without the commotion” I barked. Again I slid my cock to the deepest depths of her throat and again she began to gag. “All fours NOW!”. Sam crept forward on to her hands. With my crop held high I brought it down, swishing it through the air and landing it on her backside. She yelped. “Try harder” I snarled.”Yes Mistress” Sam replied. This time Sams efforts were far more satisfying. Its surprising what a little tap of the crop will do. It was quite apparent to me that my little rubber slut Samantha appeared to be enjoying sucking my cock. So much so that Her little locked up cock was dripping with so much pre cum that a little puddle had developed beneath her, which of course I had her lick up immediately.
Unbeknown to Samantha, I would be putting her to the test today. I had my own pet slut Gigi coming soon and I would expect Samantha to accommodate my guest in any way that pleased me. I had a sneaking suspicion that Samantha had a deep seated fantasy to be used as a slut and this was the ideal opportunity for her to exercise that desire.
I told Samantha that I would be soon expecting a guest. I not say whom it would be, I just told Samantha that I expected her full cooperation and obedience towards my guest. There was a knock at the door. That will be them, “Go and greet my guest and welcome them in”. Samantha tottered to the door but no sooner had she reached it Gigi walked in. Samantha looked shocked. “Welcome Miss Gigi, I am Mistresses obedient slut Samantha”.
“Oh how lovely, and what a nice surprise” said Gigi. I clicked my fingers and told Samantha to drop to her knees. Samantha obeyed, but not only that she placed her hands behind her back and opened her mouth. “You’ve got her well trained” said Gigi. “Yes, but proof is in the pudding” I answered. “Ah” replied Gigi. “So you would like me to try her to see if she is of any use?” Gigi paused “It would be an honour Mistress”.
Gigi stood facing Samantha, she slowly hitched up her skirt to reveal her eight strap suspenders and seamed stockings, then as she lifted her skirt above her hips she revealed a bulge behind a pair of lacy panties. Samantha still on her knees watched intently for Gigi’s next move. But Gigi just stood there.
“Samantha” I called, “Gigi would like relief”. “Yes Mistress” answered a nervous Samantha. She slowly lifted her arms in order to pull down Gigi’s panties. She paused as she slipped her fingers into the waist band, then began to pull them down. Gigi’s cock fell out almost hitting Samantha in the face. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes and in it went. It wasn’t long before Samantha was putting in the same effort as she was with my cock earlier.
Upon looking down to watch on Samantha’s progress Gigi noticed a puddle of pre cum collecting just beneath Sam’s cock. Gigi looked at Sam, “You must be enjoying sucking my cock otherwise your cock wouldn’t be sooooo wet and horny, locked away in its little cage there”.
We now had Samantha on all fours with my cock fucking her ass and Gigi’s cock seep down the back of her throat, we fucked here senseless. She certainly passed her slut training.
THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE
‘Healthy young test subjects wanted’, the advertisement tacked to the college noticeboard read. Volunteers (who must have no known health issues) would receive expenses plus a small emolument for their trouble.
“You should apply for it; you’re always crying poverty!” a soft female voice chuckled to my side. I twisted round to see Carole, my tutor on the social sciences course (and young, blonde and lovely into the bargain) standing next to me.
“Maybe I should,” I replied, feeling a rather illogical need to impress her with my bravery. My eyes flickered back over the text, which – like most business writing these days – proved to be a masterpiece of saying everything while telling you nothing. “It’s not very clear, is it? Do you know anything about what it’s actually about? I mean they obviously want people to experiment on?”
“Well that’s one way of putting it!” Carole frowned and teased a lock of wavy blonde hair between thumb and forefinger as she tried to recall the recent conversation with the advertisers. “I remember the principal saying something when the company first came in to ask to advertise. Solaryde they called themselves. But it was more for the psychology department. Something about a new type of dynamic therapy, neurally reprogramming learned shortcuts to anti-social behaviour through disciplinary interventions, that kind of thing.”
“Discipline eh?” I cackled. “Ooh er missus! Kinky!”
Carole laughed softly and shook her head in mock sadness. “Don’t get your hopes up! I’m sure it’s nothing like that. I guess it’s similar to what they were trying back in the Sixties, I suppose.” She wrinkled the bridge of her nose in that characteristically cute manner I liked when she was deep in thought. “The lady that headed the team did say the research is designed to continue the theories of Newman and Benatar from the nineteen eighties and nineties.”
The only ‘Benatar’ I happened to be familiar with was the mini-skirted purveyor of American housewives’ rock but I felt no need to admit that.
Carole shrugged those slim shoulders in her floral summer dress. “Probably best if you ’phone up and ask them first before committing yourself to anything.”
“As long as it’s not the Ludovico Technique I don’t mind,” I joked, mind by now made up. “And the money will come in handy for the end of term ball. Oh, and by the way,” I attempted nonchalance, “will you be going —?”
I realised I was addressing thin air as the object of my desire had by this time disappeared.
There was half an hour until the start of my next lecture. While pacing the college grounds I decided that there would be no time like the present and tapped out the number for Solaryde on my mobile ’phone. After a gratifyingly short period (during which I was still daydreaming about Carole in her party dress) the clinic picked up. A female switchboard operator – clearly computer-generated – queried the nature of my enquiry and hardly had I uttered the words ‘test subject’ than she recited a legal disclaimer before putting me through to the lead clinician. I was impressed by the way they even managed to synthesise the tone of studied boredom before another voice cut in on the line. Again it was female but there the similarity ended. She sounded bright, enthusiastic and spoke in the most cut-glass of English accents. Being a typical young bloke I imagined she would look absolutely lovely and hoped I’d get the chance to actually meet her.
“Hi, Doctor Barzani speaking. How can I help?”
“Hi, Doctor,” I replied. “Actually I might be able to help you. I’m ’phoning about the advertisement you placed in my college for test subjects. Something about a revolutionary new therapy?”
“Oh yes!” she said excitedly. “Thank you so much for enquiring! We’ve had quite a few people ring and we need just one more person to complete the numbers for the first test group. Would you be interested and if so could you come over to our research facility in Chichester on Wednesday?”
“Count me in,” I heard myself reply.
Living proof that you can be intellectual without necessarily being clever.