Apr 202018
 
Chastity tips, an indefinite Horizon
As it’s been a while since I’ve made a contribution here, and as the season of Spring has come upon us, I felt the desire to offer just a few musings of my own regarding firstly chastity, and then my own personal link with that to CP under the administration of Mistress Jane. I hasten to add that these are just a few comments, observations, experiences and reflections, and by no means are gospel, just my own feelings.
I recently heard a horror story about someone who decided to enter the world of chastity using one of those clear polycarbonate devices whose name comprises of two letters followed by four digits…. you all know the one to which I’m referring. Anyway, he turned up for a session one day at the chambers of a most highly respected Mistress, who when they got into commencing the session immediately noticed the very unhealthy state of his cock, which was inflamed and looking almost raw in places, and almost entirely caused by the dastardly device! The device had been on continuously for some time with no removal for purposes of personal hygiene. That particular device needs to be removed almost daily for attending to personal hygiene, so the keyholder must be constantly available. Failure to do so will quickly cause sweatiness within the device, bacteria developing and can easily result in balanitis…. something you do not want to develop! I look upon it either as a novelty or maybe for use in session, or if Mistress decides to lock a sub into one for a couple of days before sending him off down the road. There is no way that one can even insert a couple of cotton buds into the device in order for any sort of cleaning within to take effect.
Essentially, you’re far better off with a stainless steel device, whether it’s off the shelf, and you happen to be extremely lucky with how well it fits your own anatomy, or bespoke from a manufacturer like Mature Metal in Texas, or as I have recently discovered, Red Chili Chastity who are based in both France and Spain. The latter have just supplied me with a London Tower which is a noticeably lighter device than the Jail Bird in which I had been locked since early 2016. I cannot stress how crucial it is to measure oneself accurately, and it’s not easy. Mature Metal actually sell a series of black plastic sizing rings which are fine for their products measured in Imperial, but obviously we go metric with Red Chili  http://malechastity-devices.com/    and must convert carefully if using the American supplied measuring rings. The only other bespoke supplier I’ve come across is a Buckingham based company called Fabrichine Ltd., and you’ll find them via eBay when you search for male chastity devices which will provide a link to them. They’ll build pretty much anything you design, as well as their own offerings.
If you’re going to enter the world of chastity I feel that you are making a huge commitment to both your key holder and oneself, and it’s not something to be undertaken lightly as you need to consider it as a lifestyle which is potentially going to have an indefinite horizon, meaning a period of a few months, a year or two, or in some cases year in year out. Obviously one’s personal status has to be appropriate for this, as being locked for a couple of days and nights when you’re away from home or your partner isn’t chastity control in the true spirit of the word, but more a case of the novelty of being locked in a device by a Mistress and preventing any self abuse for a couple of days. (Please don’t think that I am being arrogant in expressing that, as that’s not intended in any way.) Clearly there is control over your possible actions, but it’s so short term that it doesn’t impact and one doesn’t embrace the frustration aspect of chastity under those circumstances. I’m not a purist by any means, I would hasten to add.
When I was presented with the opportunity to be “owned” and continuing with chastity, I became so very happy, as it’s such a great honour and a huge privilege, and was the opportunity to offer my obedience, faithfulness and total devotion to my Mistress. Put quite simply, Mistress Jane owns my cock and She decides whenever I will have the pleasure of release and relief. That’s the essentials of it, but there are exceptions to almost every rule, and Mistress Jane has all the great qualities of a superb world class Mistress who is sufficiently wise and considerate after a bdsm session, for example where nettles or saline injections have been used on the cock to allow one a specified recovery period outside of being locked in the device. That unfortunately is occasionally when one may succumb to temptation and commit an indiscretion through masturbation. Chastity must always involve honesty in the Mistress/sub relationship, and that’s why I always confess to any sins that I’ve committed, and I always willingly accept the consequences however painful and demanding they may be. If you don’t behave honestly then you’re only cheating oneself, and the relationship becomes meaningless.
There are responsibilities and expectations to face up to in an “owned” and chaste Mistress/sub relationship. Having learnt through experience, it can happen where maybe one has failed in a task or whatever it might be, and surely the worst punishment, far more so than a painful beating, is actually further denial. It is something which Mistress can implement without all the effort and hard work in administering severe CP. The resulting consequence of denial can be frightening and very depressing, bringing one down to a low. The best solution is not to go there….. make sure you get it right! There are so many ways where Mistress always has the upper hand so to speak, but that’s why She is the Mistress and we are mere submissives at Her feet, but those are Her trade secrets and best for one to not find out!
Another feature of long term chastity is frustration, when you’re absolutely desperate for relief and there’s no chance at all of it happening. Sometimes when it’s at its peak, or an extreme level, you can feel that you just need to be f*cked senseless by Mistress….? Frustration is always going to be present during a chastity lifestyle, and I’ve found that one way of combating it is through the administration of regular CP. Some of you may have seen the video clips of Mistress Jane administering a serious caning, or using the Heavy Prison Strap or another item from Her assortment of blunt instruments, and if you have, then you will recognise how highly proficient that Mistress is at CP. Wonderfully so! During a full on CP session, when the point is reached with a release of endorphins and you enter that other world of subspace, I find it must be the resulting “high” that helps to nullify the frustration that’s encountered in chastity. Prior to when we started to explore CP, I never in a million years thought that it was going to become something which I would enjoy doing so much with Mistress Jane, and it’s certainly worked for me!
Those were just a few musings and comments in no particular order by me on my own interpretation of chastity….. my feelings and sentiments. It’s a wonderful experience if you are fortunate to have a Mistress of the calibre and qualities of Mistress Jane.
Keep it #locked and #controlled in divine #chastity @MistressJane3
By Save Phoenix

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Apr 182018
 

I am frequently asked about which masturbation machine / milking machine does what, and what does it feel like. Not having a cock myself this is a hard one for me to answer. I have the Venus 2000, The Tremblr, The RoboJac and The Serious Kit which is the only male Milking Machine I have. The other machines bar the Robojac are all male masturbation machines, and the Robojac is more of a cock pump. Take a look at the links below to see what the each individual machine does….

https://venusformen.com/

http://f-machine.com/index.php/tremblr-detail

http://www.funwaysmarketing.com/PRODUCTS/rjstandard.htm

http://seriouskit.com/site1/Milking_Machines.html

I use theses maturation machines most days and I get mixed reviews. More guys tend to enjoy the Venus 2000 more than any of the other machines. This is because it is more of a snug fit so they get much more stimulation from it. The Tremblr works on the same principal as the v2, but the inner sleeve is gently ribber for more friction. The receivers for the Tremblr are also a little heavier. The RoboJac is like marmite, you either love it or you don’t. It doesn’t have an inner sleeve like the other machines, therefore to me it is more of a cock pump. The serious kit is a milking machine and tends to hold you on the edge, rather than make you cum within 10 mins of using it. Again people either love this machine or not. The serious kit does have different types of receivers and electrics can also be added so this makes it more versatile. The serious kit also has nipple attachments which enhances the ride.

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Apr 152018
 

Your Berkshire Mistress is back!! After nearly a month off I will be back to full duties as from tomorrow April 16th. I’ve had a nice break, got lots done, caught up with old friends and had my medical room re vamped. There will be some new additions added over the next few months so keep an eye out for that. There are just a couple of minor things that need finishing off then i will take lots of photos and post them for all to see.

Trixy will be working with Mistress tomorrow and is available to join in your session by request. Lunna Latex will be here later in the week as will a new face, all shall be revealed next week! Should you wish,  Lunna is also available to join you during your session by request.

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T-Girl Gigi spent a day working with me just before I went on my break. After advertising the event, aimed towards the bi curious we found ourselves inundated with enquiries and the day was soon fully subscribed. Needless to say the very naughty T-Girl Gigi will be back. You will find these special events advertised in my blog area.

The Leather Master will be making a re appearance in a couple of months. Again these sessions are aimed towards the bi sub, or the sub who likes to be dominated by a male and yours truly to of course. Again, you will find out when The Leather Master will be nest doubling up with your Berkshire Mistress by keeping an eye on my blog area for when the next date is set for him to return.

The very glamorous Strapon Jane came to play as you may know, and no doubt she will be back soon too! Strapon Jane is available to join me for sessions upon request with prior notice. This wonderful lady is the bees knees and has a wonderful way, and style of domination. Not to be missed!! PS Strapon Jane also specialises is stocking worship amongst other things. 

T-Girl Tessa will be making her debut soon. A stunning T-girl who is up for all sorts of kinky fun….keep your eye on my blog for more updates and photos!

And lastly, my up coming CFNM event. Within four hours of sending out the first tier of notifications, the event was fully subscribed. So congratulations to all who got a place, and commiserations to those who did not. However I have placed those who were not so lucky on my ‘stand by’ list in the event anyone, for what ever reason can not make it. There will be a couple of new faces joining your Berkshire Mistress this year. There will be myself of course, plus four other females to watch, look on, strip you, tease, join in, humiliate and giggle as you are paraded naked before them!

Enjoy!

Apr 112018
 

I am a worthless slave. I get what I deserve and nothing less. I have been recently purchased at a slave auction by a cruel and sadistic Mistress. I am worthless I know that.

At the fall of the hammer I knew I was in trouble. As my new owner held up her number I caught her stare. My previous Mistress took me to a party a few months back. We stayed in a large country manor. There was a party being held that evening and my Mistress at the time had been displaying signs that she was getting a little bored of me. She had recently took ownership of a younger male slave and was channelling most of her attention on him. So on this particular evening I was left to my own devises. Mistress was taking a shower in preparation for the party. I was hovering in the back ground making myself busy while her new slave was doing what I should have been doing and washing mistresses back. When she had finally finished her shower he passed her the towel and I saw her grip his hard cock, which I might add wasn’t locked in a chastity device like mine was! She led him to her bedroom and a few moments late I could hear her moaning. I crept towards the bedroom door and peered in. She was lay spread eagled on the bed with his head buried in her pussy. I felt sad and rejected as well as hurt, I had never been used by Mistress in this way before nor had she even hinted at it. I felt like a worthless slave, replaced by a younger more virile model.

I left them to it and quietly moved a way from the door and went for a walk outside. It was dusk and the air was damp. I could hear people chattering with excitement as they prepared for the evenings festivities. I noticed a window open and could hear a female humming as she showered. I lit a cigarette and took a long draw on it then flicked it to the ground. I stood by the window and peered through the voile. There was a tall slender female stood by the mirror. She was alone. I watched for a moment while she combed her long blonde hair. My eyes scanned her body up and down. Suddenly the door burst open, it made me jump so i quickly stepped back in to the shadows. It was another woman, she stepped in to the shower while the blond woman put on her make up. They chatted amongst themselves about what they were going to wear that evening. The blond woman left the bathroom so I stood a little closer to the window to watch the other woman taking her shower. She was a tall red head, tattooed and toned. She looked pretty mean but very sexy. As her hands began to soap her body she began to play with herself. I watched as her soapy fingers slipped between her legs. Her moans echoed and my cock began to stir. I stood closer for a better view and longed to touch my cock and join her in the moment but alas, my cock was locked away. It had been locked for seven months and I could see no end. Suddenly the woman stopped moaning and she launched herself at the window. “Come here you worthless slave, fucking pervert” she yelled. I panicked and fell backward tripping on a patio chair…I had been busted. I peered up and saw other people peering from their windows to see what all the commotion was about.

And that is why I ended up at the slave auction. My Mistress had found the ultimate excuse to get rid of me. And my new owner was a tall red head, tattooed and toned.

…..to be continued

 

 

 

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Mar 192018
 

CFNM event coming soon. Make sure you keep an eye on your inbox and spam box for your notification of my next up coming Clothed Females Naked Male event. If you have not as yet let it be know to me that you are interested in an invite to my CFNM event, then make sure you send me an email with a brief synopsis of Your CFNM fantasy or scenario. Each session is tailored to each individuals fantasy, experience and level of play. Please include your age.

There will be NO other males present at Your session, just four or five lovely voyeuristic Ladies to tease and taunt you!

If you want a T-Girl or male slave present at your session please make this clear when applying. When I send out the notification it will contain all the necessary information you require, price and date. The ladies identities are kept a secret so don’t ask who the are, its all part of the surprise!. Unless otherwise stated by you, each session runs for one hour only. If you wish for longer, please state this at the time of application. Positions are reserved on a first come first served basis, snooze you loose. Places tend to book up very quickly so don’t think about it for to long.

This year there will be two new faces joining us. A Mistress from London and one from the North West plus myself and two others.

 

To give you an idea of what you could experience at one of my CFNM events…your ideas are also welcome….

Male Stripper, Naked Butler, Edged by many hands, Patient with Matron and Female Student nurses, Humiliation knows no bounds!, Strapon Gang Bang! Bid for at the slave auction! plus lots more……………………….What ever your fantasy we make sure we make it as fun and fulfilling for You as possible.

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Mar 182018
 
“There is a march of Science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?”

The girl with the ponytail reappeared and held the door open for us while pointing down the corridor. As we filed past she gave an encouraging grin that for some reason only increased my anxiety. By now even Graham had gone quiet. “This is creeping me out!” I heard Mazher mutter behind me. Doctor Barzani strode ahead of us, those long, long legs swishing in the fine hosiery and ridiculously I wanted to drop behind her to see if she wore the kind with the seams up the backs. We entered a room that had obviously once been a gymnasium even to the extent of the thick green and orange rubber floor mats, the wooden climbing frames bolted to the walls and the long low forms arrayed beneath them upon which the class would have sat. For some reason the phrase from innumerable news broadcasts flashed through my mind – ‘The executions took place in a converted gymnasium’. I bet they did, I thought, wishing by now I’d never gotten into this business.

At least the misery of uncertainty was about to disappear; for there ahead of us waited six sets of what I could only describe as ‘apparatus’. Each consisted of a pneumatic black shape that resembled a collapsible car seat and – incongruously enough – a virtual reality helmet of the sort favoured by hardcore gamers dangled from it by coiled tubes. Twin sets of parallel loops protruded from the seat at positions equivalent to the limb joints on the human body. The floor and its collection of mats was a network of crazily inscribed wires, Ethernet cables and extension boards. Doctor Barzani stopped and held out her arms to check our progress. “Right, ladies and gentlemen,” she spoke reassuringly. “Well need you to take up position over the equipment so you’re kneeling on the seat with your palms on the floor. Don’t worry, it’s semi-automatic so you will be guided into position.” She then walked briskly over to a raised area like a platform at the bottom end of the gymnasium and I craned my neck to follow her.

There stood another workstation upon which was a desktop computer connected to a portable television set; the type used by industry with the innards gaping and uncased as the domestic set would be. I also noticed an oscilloscope among the equipment maintaining its steady display of a single brief signal across the green screen. Even more ominously, someone had parked a trolley next to the workstation and its sole cargo consisted of a single black and grey cube. Thick plastic pipes snaked from brass terminals on the top of the cube across the rubberised floor to all six sets of apparatus.

I stopped and stood for a moment trying to make sense of it all before Doctor Barzani’s voice floated into my consciousness above the sound of her fingernails clacking on the computer’s keyboard. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would take your places please?” The oscilloscope waveform continued its steady sinister beat.

By now my mounting sense of anxiety clouded my judgement; I should have turned and fled immediately but glancing nervously at my fellow test subjects and seeing them shuffle toward the chairs I involuntarily followed suit. Gingerly I approached the nearest set of equipment and gripping the back of the seat, lowered myself onto it, my knees sinking into the black Naugahyde. God it felt creepy – cold and clammy. Thee ponytailed girl had drifted over to stand behind me and I was conscious that in this position my rear end was sticking right up in the air. “Oh, you’re wearing jeans … ” she said before her voice trailed off.

Damn! I thought, remembering that I hadn’t read the joining instructions properly. I now remembered they said ‘wear leggings or yoga pants – no thick material.’

“Doctor?” The girls called out and then I heard the click and squeak of those high-heeled shoes and caught the scent of Chanel Number Five. I twisted round to see the doctor in her white coat leaning down over me. “I’m terribly sorry but your jeans are going to have to come off,” she said, her face set in a serious expression. “We need to get efficient conductivity you see.”

“Okay.” Blushing furiously I unbuckled my belt and in this most embarrassing of positions snaked the jeans down around my hips while she leaned forward to retrieve a bundle of wires that terminated in Velcro pads from the floor nearby. To my astonishment I then felt Doctor Barzani’s fingers actually touching my backside through the tight briefs whilst she attached the wires to my posterior. She then circled round to where my head lolled down as I rested my weight on my palms, the seat sinking queasily and knelt in front of me. In such close proximity were we that I had to drag my eyes away as the hem of her lab coat and minidress slid above her knees, exposing a shapely section of charcoal-meshed thigh as she attached more of the pads to my chest and neck. The sweet scent of her perfume filled my nostrils and that beautiful face swam but a few inches from mine but the smile twitching the corners of her flawless mouth had a distinctly vulpine quality to it … All too quickly she was done.

My discomfiture had not gone unnoticed amongst the other members of the group. “Hard cheese, old son!” Graham hooted. “You’ve got to do it in your pants!”

“Great budgie smugglers, mate!” the lanky blonde Aussie girl called derisively down the row to my left as she took her place. “Are they your pulling pair?”

“I’m a grower, not a shower!” I retorted. But I was pleased to say she had to expose her own ‘botty-huggers’ when Doctor Barzani turned back her denim miniskirt to attach the Velcro pads to the tautly curved seat of her pink panties.

At this juncture of course I should have been contemplating what these strange adhesive pads were for. Barely had I the time to register the Australian girl’s embarrassment (and derive some malicious pleasure from it) than Doctor Barzani walked back to my position. Just as I opened my mouth to ask the inevitable question she took the helmet and slipped it over my head. On being plunged into darkness two things happened. With a hiss of compressed air a gag like a car’s airbag punched inside my mouth to cut off any cries and squeals. Having something like that so suddenly inflate in my mouth felt invasive and I experienced a brief moment of panic in that I might choke – ‘the gagging reflex’ as it is (ironically) called. Simultaneously – and certainly quicker than I could react – the wrist and ankle cuffs, which had snaked about my joints, snapped into life, automatically adjusting for a perfect fit.

The machine cinched me tight and drew me down upon it, into something that must have resembled the missionary position so that my buttocks and haunches were positioned up on a higher angle than my head. I could only imagine the others in the same predicament, kneeling forward, trussed thus, displaying our rumps clad in tracksuit bottoms, the fashion of tight black leggings or briefs in the case of the Australian girl and I – ready for whatever came next.

Eerily a computerised voice spoke from a speaker from within the helmet. I immediately recognised it as a synthesis of Doctor Barzani’s except it sounded even huskier. “You are being restrained for your own safety and well-being,” the voice intoned seductively. “Continue to breathe normally: your vital signs are being monitored.” My mind swirled in confusion I could sympathise with a luckless animal caught in a snare. What the hell were these weirdoes going to do to us —?

— Then the voice began to speak again.

Mar 162018
 

I will be taking a break between March 21st and April 14th possibly a little longer depending on circumstances.

You are welcome to book for my return. Between now and 21st I am fully booked.

Looking forward to seeing you all soon.

 

Feb 152018
 

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.

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Feb 112018
 

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/

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