THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE part 1

THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE

Part I

‘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.

By Roadman.

REVIEW 07/12/17

Hi Mistress Jane,

I’m slowly coming back down to earth and now able to reflect on my experience with yourself and Lunna. I must admit I was in a bit of a daze directly afterwards and somewhat euphoric.

What a fantastic time I had, it has been a while since I last session-ed, but you made my time with you somewhat of a memory that will stick, you knew exactly what buttons to press (literally) to get me going and just held me there on the edge.

I still don’t feel I can fully express my feelings about my experience with you both, but my god it was good.

I would like to thank you both for an amazing time. Lunna was fantastic and a very naughty latex lady, the hood topped it, and you know exactly how to bring the very best of the time to encourage full realease to leave me completely drained!!

Thanks again to you both, and I still smell of latex which is great!!! 😏

Take care both of you and I am already looking forward to the next time I can present my latex self to you.

Best regards M.

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I bought a leather suspension harness which I have used several times since I bought it and its proving to be a great addition to my dungeon. I also bought a silicone fisting arm for my F-machine pro 11 and a ball clamp which is great to use. Have a look at the Fetter Warwick link below…..

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Trixy trying out a Leather Harness

Frustrations

Dick’s Frustrations In Absentia!!

Dick was frustrated! And that was putting it mildly.

Dick was in fact hugely frustrated, on several levels, and with little sign of relief very soon… and no, in case you’re wondering Mistress Jane had not placed Dick in chastity… though She may well have done for all the difference it might have made.

The first level of Dick’s frustration lay in the simple logistics of a work schedule and family commitments which kept Dick away from MJ’s magnificent dungeon, and though he had made his way peacefully through the first 40 years of his life pretty much entirely kink free, he now found anything shy of a weekly treat something of an ordeal.

The second level of Dick’s frustrations lay in his recent (and indeed increasing) dis-satisfaction with his DIY skills – (not drill and hammer) – And whilst for the past 30 years, Dick would at this point have thrown little Richard over his thumb and popped one out promptly, Dick now found that the much longer and far more intense sensations he enjoyed at the expert ministrations of MJ’s prostate boosted feast, had left him with the clear opinion that a basic one hander wasn’t worth the effort. You may also be amused to note that Dick’s attempt to reach around and stroke his own prostate – not least as he was hardly in any doubt where it was – had also ended, prematurely and somewhat farcically, due to severe cramp which in turn left Dick with a promptly deflated ego, ardour and penis.

The third, and (for the moment at least) final frustration, came from the resurrection of what Dick had hitherto considered to be a fully scratched itch. And this was entirely down to two recent video clips tweeted by Mistress Jane which showed her applying various canes to a gentleman’s upturned buttock’s whilst he lay strapped to Her bench. Now, with the very greatest of respect and absolutely no offence intended to the chap in the clip, the sight of said buttocks were most definitely not the issue. Nor indeed was the severity of the beating, which appeared some way short of the absolute humdingers readily shown on the world-wide-web.

What planted the seed for Dick (just as had her Blue Room Challenge – which had created an itch which it had taken Dick 18 months to scratch) was the fact that this was Her bench, and Her canes and She was the one wielding them – and with those mocking phrases “six of the best to start you off”, and “just grin and bear it.” And this little seed had now sprouted on Dick’s shoulder and was whispering persistently in his ear, in Her mocking voice… questioning just how well Dick may have fared under a similar onslaught… and now Dick was again keen to know, and frustrated that his reluctance for marking, and limited resilience to pain, would prevent him finding out any time soon.

Dick had finally scratched the Blue Room Challenge itch, after a number of steadily more intense sessions with MJ’s various straps and tawses, which had finally reached the point of a 100-plus-stroke beating, which Dick firmly believed was at least very near (if not all the way there) to MJ at full tilt. And whilst it had taken Dick a few sessions to reach that point, MJ had confirmed (unless of course She was just teasing Dick) that She had little left in the locker room with regards said implements.

This was not true of course with Her canes. And Dick’s limited experience of these had shown him just how different they felt to the straps, and how much harder he found the resultant sensations to bear. He was also very much aware, from both his own observations and confirmation from Jane that She had a great deal more in the locker room – both elbow grease and severity of implement – with which to push him further when it came to caning. And now with those darned video clips, Dick found himself once again keen to know just how much more intense “those strokes, as videoed” were than the ones he had received.

Dick was also very much aware that this was a path fraught with danger on several fronts.

First, he really was worried about the marks which at some point on the severity scale, were bound to appear vividly and clearly on his buttocks (if of course he ever got that far).

Second, he was very aware that he should exercise care (and perhaps restraint) when it came to making bold requests from the safety of his desk. He was also very much averse to placing Mistress Jane in the position in which She needed to “interpret’ his requests and if need be “tone them down” firm, as he was in the belief that this went against the ethos of his “relationship” with Mistress Jane. Dick much preferred it when he calibrated his request accurately and Jane delivered in full.

Finally, Dick knew he would be disappointed in himself, if he found his limit was too far down the scale, and that he could barely make it beyond Her gentlest canes, much no doubt as an Olympic cyclist might feel, out of the track with stabilisers attached.

So, perhaps now you can see why Dick was frustrated. But, Dick had a plan!

Dick was a frequent traveller for work, and often away in some tedious hotel, or stuck in an airport or on a plane with little to stimulate his senses. And when little else was available, Dick could immerse himself in his own little world and debate his top 10… He had done this with top 10 songs, films and books… which made for polite conversation when required… but he had also done it on rather more adult themes… top 10 shags, blow jobs, kissers, porn scenes etc… and so now Dick set about debating his top 10 “sensations” at the hands (or other implements) of Mistress Jane.

First he determined the rules – of which he decided there should be Three. One there could be no repeats. Two, he felt for balance there should be 5 treats and 5 torments on the list, and that they had to alternate. And three, Dick felt it only fair to omit any mention of MJ’s assistants a) as he had not met them all, and b) lest he offend if one or other failed to make the cut – the latter point not least as he may find himself tethered and at their mercy at some point – and Dick was anything but stupid.

The winner (treats category) – and claiming a lifetime achievement award, was his first “perfect” prostate orgasm, which as you may recall from blogs past – went something like this:

MJ placed an attachment onto the Hitachi wand that would supply vibration to Dick’s cock through a sheath. She then strapped the wand to Dick’s belly with the business end close to his cock. A quick application of lube was applied then the sheath was placed over Dick’s penis.

Dick realised that by clenching his stomach muscles (think belly dancer) he could manipulate the sheath on his cock to optimum effect… and so he did.

Then Jane slid first one, then two, carefully lubed digits-of-delight into Dick’s already stretched and lubricated anus, and slowly began to massage his prostate. With the skill of a safe cracker, Jane had determined the precise combination (of massage and vibration) necessary to milk Dick’s prostate, and with both now in place, She knew it was just a matter of time. Dick knew that too, and so did little Richard… and so with all three relaxed, and Dick in control of the vibrator (by virtue of a little belly dancing on his part) they moved closer and closer. And Jane watched very carefully, to ensure She was ready to “fine-tune” proceedings when the time came.

The first sign was a slight swelling to Dick’s prostate – “here we go” thought Jane – then the first bead of pre-cum appeared. Jane slowed the massage to elongate this as much as possible, and Dick held his breath. Then as the flow of semen started Dick started to count in his head… one and two and three… and still it flowed… by ten Dick was into uncharted territory… at fifteen the more traditional squirt, squirt, squirt started… and continued… on and on… to twenty two. Then with a massive sigh, Dick collapsed on to the bed… easing himself off MJ’s fingers.

The winner (torments category) was Dick’s longest and most intense CP session – which he assumed (but couldn’t be absolutely sure) had given him his first real “CP induced endorphin high.”

Having previously experienced MJ’s Borstal Strap, Prison Straps and Heavy Lochgelly Tawse, with both severity and pace raised to (pretty near max) Dick knew he could cope. And so on the day in question Dick had requested 24 of each, as hard as She liked, and had challenged Her to “make him say yellow” indicating that that was hard enough, and hoping that would encourage Jane not to hold back.

And sure enough once strapped to the bench, Jane had set about Dick with gusto – starting with the Borstal Strap, then on to the Tawse and finishing with the two Prisons Straps.

This stuck with Dick in the number one slot for a number of reasons: One, it finally laid to rest any remnants of the ghost of Jane’s Blue Room Challenge. Two, he finally felt his resilience in the face of pain (for this type of pain at least) had caught up with Jane, and he was at last cycling without stabilisers! And three, Jane had teased and played with Dick during his ordeal, insisting (not necessarily correctly) that he had miscounted on several occasions, and starting again.

Dick was pretty clear on the winners, but (as he had anticipated) found himself debating long and hard over the remain places – with strong candidates…

“Treats category” including: various rides on Jane’s strap-ons; the perfect mechanical blow job Dick had experienced on Her new Temblr, several afternoons where Jane had taken Dick around the block on more than one occasion; and (even though he had not mastered the toy yet) Jane’s new REV1000 – which Dick was sure he would get the hang of eventually.

“Torments Category” including: the hand of evil – particularly when applied without lubricant and without mercy; the nettles Jane had applied so firmly and for so long to his scrotum; the electrics which held so many possibilities and which he was learning to endure for longer and at higher settings; and any of the many challenge games they had played in which Jane drove him to beg for mercy – particularly when She was anything but swift to grant it.

Just which of these came in which place… of course really didn’t matter… the debate at least had satisfied Dick until next time.

 

………..To be continued

Dicks date with the Tawse

Thud!!! – Dick gasped, as Her first strike with the heavy Lochgelly tawse bit into his already tenderised buttocks, and he realised immediately that the last 10 minutes had been just as She had said, a mere warm up. As he waited nervously for the next blow he reflected briefly on his journey to date.

In his first visit, he had experienced the delights of a fisting and of the “hand of evil” tormenting him long after he had cum. In his second visit, he had tasted the delights of Mistress Jane electrics, sounds and vibrators, and in his third visit Her strapon’s had taken him all the way to heaven. He also had to admit to himself that Mistress’s skill at milking his prostate had produced results of an intensity and duration far in excess of his amateur fumbling’s. But now he was learning the pleasure of pain…

Crack!!! – The second one was harder than the first, and Dick set about wrestling with the straps that bound him tightly over the whipping bench. This brought his thoughts back to today, which had started gently enough. On entering Her lair, Dick had been greeted by the now familiar visage of Mistress Jane in a very short, very tight black dress, with Her fishnet clad legs crossed as she sat on a chair in the corner.

“Hello, Dick” said Jane as he entered, “someone has been a very brave boy, or perhaps you got a little carried away with yourself in your email. Do you really want me to push you to your limits today?”

Dick wasn’t quite so sure anymore, but also wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet, so with a little puffing out of the chest, he said he did indeed want to be tested – but with no obvious marks beyond general bruising. “And you have not had CP before, is that right?” Jane confirmed. “Only the three you gave me last time admitted Dick.” This brought an ominous chuckle from Mistress Jane, as She recalled the 3 gentle taps she had given him as a small taste of what was to come.

“Right” said Jane, summoning him over “kit off, and over my knees you go for a little warm up spanking.” And in no time a naked Dick was easing himself over Her knees. And a gentle hand caressed his unblemished buttocks, and a teased the cleft just enough to get Dick to settle. Then without warning She unleashed a rain of slaps down hard, alternating cheeks and ranging high a low – already Dick was starting to squirm. Perhaps a minute or two in She relented and resumed Her caresses.

“Let me explain the rules for today Dick” said Jane in a more business-like tone. “There is only one rule really, and that is, whatever we start we finish. I will ask you before we start with each new implement if you wish to proceed, and if you say yes then I shall apply it hard to your bottom, until I am finished. How many strokes is for me to know, and you to be bold enough to find out. Are we clear.” Dick nodded. “Great” said Jane – “the first item will be my little leather paddle, may I proceed?”

Dick nodded again, and the onslaught resumed with the paddle landing hard and fast, and rapidly turning his pink cheeks a little redder. Dick lost count as the blows went into double figures, as all his effort was needed not to leap up from over MJ’s knees. When it stopped, Jane again caressed his now slightly warmer buttocks before bidding him stand as She led him over to the whipping bench, on which he was promptly secured.

“Next I think we will try the borstal strap, with which you were briefly acquainted last time,” said Jane, “may I continue?” Dick nodded again, but was conscious now that Mistress had far more room to manoeuvre and could get in a much fuller swing. He didn’t have long to wait, as a steady dozen were applied with growing ferocity, until at the end Dick was struggling futilely against his restraints.

As She again took stock of his buttocks, now a little redder and much warmer Jane gave them a gentle stroke and whispered a few words of encouragement to Dick, which made him feel a whole lot better right up until She announced that that had all been part of the warm up, and now the test could begin.

“We will start your test with my beautiful, heavy, Lochgelly tawse – are you ready to begin Dick?”, and following a nod from Dick the first blow landed, and as recorded above, Dick gasped, as he tried to process the severity of the blow, which had indeed confirmed that all hitherto were merely a warm up. And also as recorded above, by the second stroke of the tawse Dick was struggling against his restraints.

Mistress Jane, sensing She was now “getting through” to Dick, upped the tempo slightly and gave him 3 more very hard strokes in swift succession. This produced another gasp from Dick and a gentle chuckle from Jane. “Attendees at the Berkshire School of Correction should always be careful what they wish for” reminded Jane “especially when making requests from the safety of their desk”. Wise words indeed, though they were swiftly followed by another set of 3, and then for good measure 3 more, then 3 more again. Dick was now struggling hard against his restraints, and holding his breath. So, after a brief pause, and a suggestion that he breath in… Jane finished the twenty with 6 delivered as hard and fast as She could.

Dick was now clearly in some distress, panting hard and sweating profusely – in part from coping with the intensity of the stinging in his now welted buttocks, and in part from his (increasingly determined but inevitably futile) attempts to free himself from the bench.

“Are you ready to concede, or shall we press on?” asked Mistress Jane, rather generously. Dick did not respond, not least as he had no idea what was still to come. So after a few seconds Mistress Jane made him an offer. “I tell you what Dick – if I promise that there are only two more implements to come, and that I shall limit myself to no more than a dozen strokes each, will you agree to proceed all the way?” With an end in sight, Dick thought this sounded like a good deal, so again he nodded.

MJ then adjusted the bench to ensure she had the best possible angle of attack, and stepped forward with Her massive prison strap, and holding it in both hands stepped in to make the first stroke a real beauty. Immediately Dick was again struggling against his traps, and querying the wisdom of his decision to proceed, but as soon as he settled back on the bench, MJ swung in again, and again it was a real beauty…. and so it proceeded – with Dick struggling ever more against his restraints and with Jane swinging in hard just at the first signs that his efforts to escape were reducing – all the way to the full dozen.

Dick was still panting, still sweating, and almost exhausted – but well aware that he was now on to the last lap. MJ was a little warmer after he exertions too, and paused to consider what to do for a finale. And after some deliberation She reached for the bath brush – which to those who have not had the pleasure, may seem somewhat lenient – but Jane new better. “Right Dick, just twelve more to go, that’s six to each cheek… and with just my little old bath brush” said jane by way of encouragement… “but as it’s the last lap, I will be going at full tilt, so hold on tight.”

And with that Jane let loose with six very hard, very rapid swots to his left cheek, which immediately started to turn a much darker colour. Dick had barely enough time to scream, before it came to an end… and then he lay their panting, with his left cheek throbbing, and now knowing exactly what was to become of his right cheek. Again MJ chuckled and gently stroked his right cheek, to coax just a little more sensitivity into the area, before resuming her stance, and delivering the final 6 with a severity and pace that could only be admired. And again it was almost over before Dick let out an almighty howl, before collapsing on the bench.

After a minute or two to let Dick catch his breath, and judging that Dick had most definitely had enough CP for his first session, Jane soothed his still throbbing buttocks with some baby oil. And as She

massaged the oil in She noticed ‘little Richard” coming out of hiding for the first time that evening. Emboldened, MJ slipped on a pair of gloves, and added a squirt or two of lube to Dicks anus before teasing a finger in and stroking expertly on his prostate. Dick said nothing, but edged out his bottom (as far as the restraints would allow) by way of welcoming the intrusion. After a few minutes gentle massage, and with a second digit-of-delight now in play, Jane added some vibration to the base of Dicks (now throbbing) hard-on… and within seconds was rewarded by a sigh from Dick and a steady squirt, squirt, squirt from “little Richard”.

After his release from the bench and quick wipe down with tissue, Dick stood – still naked – before Mistress Jane with a huge smile on his face. “That was the best yet” said Dick, “and thank you so much for pushing my limits… I’m not sure how much further I could have gone, and I don’t really care.”

“Rest assured Dick, I enjoyed it as much as you did” said Jane, smiling back. “Welcome to my world!”

“What’s next” said Dick gazing around the room at the yet still so many unfamiliar things.

“Why don’t you leave that entirely up to me for next time” said Jane, with a wink… and Dick couldn’t think of anything he would like more.

…………………………..to be continued.