Sep 062018
 

Bicurious

Back by popular demand. TGirl Gigi will be joining me for a day of total naughtiness. We pride ourselves on making the day more debauched than the last time we got together for a day of sessions. But in all seriousness, these sessions are suitable for anyone with or without any experience in pushing the boundaries of their sexuality. We practice safe play at all times and guarantee you’ll have a fun filled time with us. If you have any queries or questions relating to this event please don’t hesitate to contact me either by email or phone. You will fine my number on each page of my site. Please note I have an age requirement of 30 years before I will accept you for a booking.

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As you will see from the posted above, TGirl Gigi has many guises, one of which is Nursing assistant Gigi. She enjoys taking the patients temperature and inspecting the patients is fully functioning. She has her own special ways of treating her patients and Nurse Jane is always on hand to assist with any of the procedures carried out at the clinic in the countryside.

As you will have guess we enjoy our role play, it can be fun especially if you play along too. We love cheeky patients and naughty boi’s. So don’t be afraid to share our stage and enjoy yourself, you only live once!

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Sep 022018
 

Lunna Latex made such an impact with some of you that she will be available for joint appointments with moi for a minimum session time of 90 mins. She has landed herself a job so she is only available with prior notice of upto 4 days. I hope this news has cheered some of you up as announcing her departure caused quite a stir.

If Lunna isn’t available to join me in your session, you always have the option of Miss L’amour or Kittenxxx who are both as equally delightful.

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Aug 192018
 

Submissive Female Fetishist, her name is KittenXXX, the XXX could mean ‘Kisses’ or possibly ‘X-rated’? She oozes sex appeal, she is beautiful, her curves are all in the right places and whats more, she is available for joint sessions with me!

…..Nurse Jane and Dr.Keith were dressed in their scrubs. They were discussing the treatment of their patient, Miss Kitten. Nurse Jane had made Miss Kitten comfortable on the Gynae chair ready for the doctor to start his examination. She lay back with her feet in the stirrups and her legs apart. Dr Keith approached Miss Kitten and asked “What ever is the matter Miss?” to which Miss Kitten replied “I feel faint Doctor”. Nurse Jane promptly unbuttoned Miss Kitten’s blouse in order to cool her down quickly and pulled it apart to reveal her big heaving breasts. “That feels better, thank you Nurse” said Miss Kitten. The Doctor, a man of few words held a vibrating medical instrument in his hand, and said “I had better check the patient responses”. He removed Kittens panties then gently pressed the vibrating want against her pussy. Kitten moaned loudly, “Oooh Doctor,that feels nice”. She began to roll her hips in a circular movement. The Doctor placed down the wand and buried his head between her legs. Kitten threw her head back let out a wail “aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh….yeahhh”. Nurse Jane tweaked Kittens nipples and began to give her mouth to mouth to keep her quiet. The Doctor meanwhile, licked and as he did slipped his fingers deep inside her wet pussy in order to keep a check on her temperature. Soon after Kitten lay quietly, temperature back to normal and feeling on top of the world.

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For further information on KittenXXX Submissive Female Fetishist click on the link below…..

http://www.mistress-jane.com/category/friends/kitten/

 

 

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.

t-girl gigi……..Need I say more…

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 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 … ”
By DS
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.

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

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.

https://venusformen.com/

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.

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

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…………………..

 

 

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

chastity tips

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 and is made here in the UK, buy British!. The other machines bar the Robojac are all male masturbation machines, and the Robojac works more like a pump. I have also owned a BNG2000 which I sold within a month or receiving it. 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. The two machines that earn the most gold starts are the Venus 2000 and the serious Kit but both differ very much from each other. The Venus 2000 is a great easy to use machine.It has different size receivers which have an inner liner. Once your manhood is lubed up the receiver slides down your shaft giving it a feeling a bit like a blow job apparently. It can make some guys cum quite quickly providing the correct size receiver is used. The Tremblr works on the same principal as the v2, but the inner sleeve is made from a thicker rubber liner and is ribbed for more friction. The receivers for the Tremblr are a little heavier than the V2. 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 and I tends to use it for that purpose. 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. It is more for prolonged milking rather than a quick fix. The serious kit also has nipple attachments which enhances the ride. It looks great with all its tubes and shiny cylinder drum and takes a bit of getting used to to operate it.

serious kit masturbation machnemasturbation machine

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!