REVIEW JAN 19

Good afternoon,
I just wanted to write you a short email to say thank you so much for a wonderful session last week.
It truly was an out of body experience and I was left reeling for a few days. I’m so glad I took the plunge and thank you for everything you did. I loved the manual milking and the electro-stim pads around my bottom, plus the tickling/stroking of my balls – an amazing sensation.

I really enjoyed the full enclosure, in particular the hood – amazing to lose my identity and become someone totally different for a few hours.
All in all a great experience and hope to book a second appointment soon. 

Slave D.

Kinky kinkmas

KINKY KINKMAS will soon be upon us and I have teamed up with a couple of my fetish crew in order to add some spice to the festive season. So starting with the ever so popular TGirl Gigi, back by popular demand. Gigi will be joining me on Thursday 13th Dec for more naughty fun. Don’t think that because you aren’t a cross dresser this event wouldn’t be for you, because you’d be very wrong. This event is best suited to the bi curious, the tv admirer as well as the cross dressers. We tailor each session to each individuals experience and level. So if you are new to this, but are curious about that, then drop us a line. What goes on in the potting shed, stays in the potting shed! (Private joke that will mean something to quite a few).

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Now I have your attention I will go on to tell you about my next event which will be held on Monday 17th Dec and my partner in crime on this occasion will be the ravishing sub KittenXXX. So if the previous event wasn’t for you then this one may well be! The explosively sexy female in every way, submissive Kitten will be lavishing her attentions on You should I allow her that is. I will control you both as my subs and You will do as I ask. I may use you like puppets for my amusement or have you perform at my whim and for the really good boy, I may bestow you the honor of using my cockgag to please my sub Kitten if I feel she has earned it.

This day is suited to male subs who want to share their session with a pro female sub. A male who likes to please and satisfy the female form. Or a sub that enjoys CFNM or edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms or multiple orgasm and post orgasm torment. Kitten will blow your mind with her ultimate tie, tease and torment…can You handle it?

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Prison strap 36

The Prison Strap swooshed through the air and landed with a blunt thud.
“Six” announced Mistress Jane. Kay grunted, a sort of reluctant “Ouch”.  That one had stung.
 A few seconds later she announced “Seven”.  Mistress Jane was using a Prison Strap, there had been no swish to presage the blow, only a resounding ‘Thwack’ as it had landed on Kay’s backside, to be followed by a louder grunt.
After a few more seconds of suspenseful silence there was another loud ‘Thwack’ followed by a gasp from Kay, as Mistress Jane calmly stated “Eight.”
The ninth stroke was followed by a ‘yelp’ from Kay, the tenth by a louder ‘yelp’, and the eleventh by a louder ‘yelp’ still. Things were starting to get interesting.
The twelfth Thwack was followed by what can only really be described as half-gasp, half-shout, half-shriek from Kay.  It was hard to tell really, the Prison Strap had landed with a force that had driven the air out of Kay’s lungs, his reaction somewhat garbled by the time it left his mouth and further muffled by the heavy leather hood that encased his head.  Either way stroke 12 had ‘got through’ to Kay.
Kay was, in fact, getting exactly what he had asked for – 36 Good strokes with the Prison Strap.
“Thirteen” announced Mistress Jane, this time the Strap had landed on the sweet spot of Kay’s backside, a loud crack echoed around the room in perfectly synchrony with a loud, if somewhat muffled, shriek.
“I want to be strapped down across your whipping bench” Kay had asked, “and punished at a level that is genuinely challenging for me, whereby every single stroke, from first to last, is ‘effective’ and ‘appreciated’.  I want you to ensure that it is a ‘truly memorable’ occasion for me.”
“Fourteen” counted Mistress Jane as the Prison Strap once again connected with Kay’s naked bottom with a loud ‘crack’, and Kay once again responded with a shriek – clearly that stroke had also been ‘effective and appreciated’!
Kay had told Mistress Jane about his curiosity about what it would be like to receive a prison style strapping.  Mistress Jane had warned Kay that it would be an intense experience, not something for the faint-hearted.  But Kay had been undeterred, and had insisted that was what he wanted.
Well, today was the day and he was starting to regret being so brave.
“Fifteen”, as the Prison strap once again connected with Kay’s naked backside, where hotness was now quickly turning into a raging fire.
When sitting at home in front of his computer watching porn and reading stories the idea had made Kay go weak at the knees (but, positively ‘firm’ elsewhere), and his heart beat faster.  To be restrained and thrashed across his naked backside with as fearsome a weapon as the Prison Strap was a most exciting thought indeed, which had caused him a raging erection that had, one might say ‘stiffened his resolve’ to experience it for real.
“Sixteen” called out Mistress Jane, as the stringing, burning sensation spread further across Kay’s backside.
In his arousal, Kay had written to Mistress Jane and asked her to make it happen for him.  In fact, he had even gone so far as
to reference a little quote on one of her blog’s that appealed to him:  “make him noisy”.  “That’s what I’d like you to do to me,” he had written, ” – make me noisy!”
But, now, this was reality.  Kay was strapped down – exactly as he had requested, and he was being thrashed by a beautiful, powerful woman – again exactly as he had requested.  And he was experiencing what a proper thrashing with a Prison Strap was like – just as he had asked.  It really, really did sting something horrid, and his bottom already felt twice its normal size and was throbbing like a sore tooth – again exactly as he had asked.
Mistress Jane was, of course completely unaffected by Kay’s distress, and administered the seventeenth stroke.
Kay squealed again, his body wriggling and writhing against the bench.  But the bonds were secure, there would to be no escape for him.
And he had made it absolutely clear that he wanted to receive the full 36 strokes: “I want an ‘authentic experience’,” he had written, “and to know that the punishment is going to be carried out, in full, and that once the punishment has started it will continue to it’s conclusion – no discussion, no negotiation, no stopping and no mercy.”
Kay had asked Mistress Jane to make it memorable, and noisy.
Well, she was doing just that and Kay was about to have an experience that he would remember for a very long time to come . . .

BDSM The Great Escape

BDSM The Great Escape….With the pressures of everyday life and everything that goes with it, people are seeking out more and more ways to unwind in order to de-stress and de-clutter their mind. Something to take them out of themselves in the way of escapism. Someone to take control of their mind, body, and soul- whether that be a full on BDSM experience with rubber and all the trimmings or a simple bit of role play and an over the knee spanking.

BDSM has been likened to some adrenaline-driven sports such as skydiving and snowboarding, simply because people are getting the same buzz. See, we’re not so different, are we!

I can only speak from my experiences, all with men. With the weight of life hanging over them, the pressures of work, providing, paying the bills, life certainly isn’t easy. Is it any wonder they try different ways to declutter their minds and rid themselves of the pent up anxiety life has brought upon them?

For some, it is not a sexual journey, but a journey of self discovery and curiosity. I have met many an older gentleman, who in recent years have discovered the internet, found BDSM, and realized that it’s something they want to tick off their bucket list.

Others, have had a yearning for kinky play their whole lives, but never dared ask for it, for fear of ridicule or embarrassment. For some, it is a sexually expressive journey as well as a lifestyle. To others, it is like a drug; they love the high it gives them-like chasing the dragon, always seeking that all time ‘high,’ like an addiction. In short, something they can not do without. Some, are just passers by, thrill seekers who want a brief dalliance just so they can say they have ‘done it.’ They too can get caught up by the BDSM bug, and often find themselves returning for more.

However, whatever the reason, these individuals have one thing in common: they all feel a sense of relief afterwards-not relief the scene is over, but a relaxed relief. Some subs are lucky enough to reach a zen-like state known as the ‘zone’ or ‘subspace,’ where nothing else matters at that moment. When they ‘come round’ later on all their cares have gone, as if a huge weight has been lifted, and they feel ready to face the world again, feeling refreshed and recharged.

‘Subspace’ is due to the release of endorphins. I am not a scientist; If you are interested in learning more, click on the link below. It’ll explain it a lot better than I can. https://friskybusinessboutique.com/the-endorphin-levels-in-bdsm/

In the ten years I have worked as a Pro Domme, I would say at least 90% of the men I see feel this way after a BDSM session. It gives these men a brief escape from the ‘norm’- whether it be crossdressing, strap-on play, heavy rubber, cock and ball play, corporal punishment, and so on. For the brief time they have spent with me, they have been able to forget their woes, and enjoy their ‘Pamper Time’ by means of mental escape and total surrender; it makes them feel good. If it makes someone feel good, then I am all for it (as long as it is safe, sane, and consensual).

My clients come from all walks of life. It’s a total myth that they are all high-flying business men. You don’t need to be a person with high stature to be buffeted by life. I have road sweepers, teachers, policemen, you name it. But, they all have that one thing in common no matter what their particular kink happens to be. They are all seeking escapism through kink and/or BDSM.

I consider myself to be in a very privileged position with all my clients, and in a great position of trust. They tell me their troubles, their life story, their worries, woes, and their sexual desires or kinks, which is what has led them to my door. In a way, it’s similar, I suppose, to being a counselor-you have to sit and listen without judgement. I feel that for some clients, BDSM acts as an alternative therapy, that is certainly the feedback I receive time after time.

Maybe we never really grow up. As kids we play-we are cowboys one minute then Buzz Light-year the next. Maybe the adult playground is pretty similar in that some regress to a safe place in their mind through BDSM and by someone else taking control. Some adults need that escape just as they did when they were young.

A session starts way before entering a dungeon or a scene. It starts when the person seeking a BDSM session finds the Dominatrix or Mistress that appeals to them. They feel that instant rush of excitement, and as their appointment draws nearer they have all the feelings of going on a first date. Then, the door opens, and there The Mistress, the catalyst to their fantasy, stands in all her glory. It is through her that they give themselves over in order to reach that special place, that memory, that feeling, that endorphin high, that escape.

There are many Dominatrices or Mistresses out there. Each have their own personal style and all conduct their sessions differently. You know the old saying ‘always read the label’? Well, this applies in this case. Find a Mistress that appeals to you and your tastes. Read her site thoroughly to check whether she covers the type of session that you have in mind. Some Mistresses cover certain activities that others don’t. So, make sure you read carefully. Once you have found the Mistress that fits the bill, follow her booking procedure, go along, and enjoy the ride.

Please feel free to leave a comment on this article at the following link below………………..

http://www.kinkweekly.com/article-guest-author/the-great-escape/#comments

 

Lunna Latex

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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KittenXXX kinky submissive Female fetishist

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/

 

 

TGirl Gigi

Hello Darlings, I am TGirl Gigi.

So you fancy something a little different do you? Well sweetie, look no further, you just found me.

I am Mistress Jane’s slut. I am at MJ’s beck and call and will do anything she asks of me. I am a switch, tv Mistress and sub. Whatever a session dictates or whatever Mistress dictates. I am naughty but nice, willing and able, greedy and insatiable.

I am available for joint sessions with Mistress Jane on selected dates which will be advertised not only on ‘My page’ here but also in Mistresses blog area. Our joint sessions are suitable for subs who are bi curious, for sissies who enjoy suckies, tv’s, and for slaves who seek forced bi or a tv Mistress.

You can request my outfit if you have a particular idea in mind. Mistress can give you a full makeover so she has two sluts to command and use as her play puppets. So keep an eye out for my next visit and I shall look forward to meeting you my darlings.

Please refer to ‘Tributes link’ for price  http://www.mistress-jane.com/tribute/

 

 

 

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CP Story ‘The Pursuit of knowledge’ Part V

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


CP Story ‘The Pursuit of Knowledge’ Part IV

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