REVIEW 20/12/17

My first experience of the IMPALER was brilliant Mistress. Felt so completely helpless with wrists, ankles and neck firmly secured and my face in the head rest pad. Would recommend it to any sub brave enough.

You certainly pushed my limits on it. I had no chance of lasting long enough for you with Venus attached, and that meant the cane. Having to choose which cane myself blindly by naming a number between 1 and 10 added an extra dimension.

The caning you gave me was well deserved for previous misdemeanour’s and I’m branded, a reminder of who I belong to.

You are the best.

S

Strapon Jane visit and catch-up

Hello, friends perverts and kinksters. What an interesting week it has been. Last Thurs i had the great pleasure of working with the one and only ‘Strapon Jane’. The day was fully booked, and so apologies if you were one of the unlucky ones who were unable to get an appointment. However Strapon Jane will be here this Thursday 21st. We have two appointments available due to two poorly clients who have been very unlucky and got themselves the flu, so who are now unable to attend. Should You wish to book phone me, Mistress Jane directly.

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Tall leggy beauty Strapon Jane is also available for sessions with moi midweek, day time and evenings with prior notice of course. Check out Strapon Jane’s site.

http://www.straponjane.com/

My lovely assistant Miss L’Amour, also known as Trixy joined me for a day in Milton Keynes where we teamed up with the very talented Domina Sara at her wonderful facilities for a demonstration on the Vac suit made by Serious Kit. Yes indeed i may well be investing in one of these rubber suits come the new year.

Lunna Latex will soon be getting her twitter account up and running and will be available for sessions with moi evenings, half term times and some weekends with notice of course. Lunna is a female switch, rubber fetishist and likes to be thought of as a rubber doll, what more can you ask for especially of you enjoy rubber as much as Lunna does.

Goddess Strapon & MJ~21st Dec in Reading

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Goddess Strapon & Mistress Jane. The flyer speaks for itself. The 14th is now fully subscribed and we have limited spaces available for the 21st. Come and meet the renowned Goddess Strapon formally known as Strapon Jane, a prolific movie maker, and Dominatrix.

http://www.straponjane.com/

We are going to have a fun packed kinky time and we hope you can join us. Miss Trixy my assistant can also join your session at special request. My fully equipped play room is just the place for you to live out your wildest fantasy. My specially equipped medical white room has all the latest tec and toys to make your session a unique experience. But for those of you who don’t want a ‘full on’ dungeon experience there is also a domestic setting available for additional scenarios with a mock Head Mistresses / Bosses office, where we can deal with errant employee’s and naughty nephews.

We look forward to receiving your enquiry and guarantee you a fabulous time with Mistress Jane of Reading Berkshire & Goddess Strapon on 21st Dec….Contact Mistress Jane for details

TEL: 07928636021           or email: mistressjane4u@hotmail.co.uk

T-Girl Gigi This Fri 1st with MJ

T-Girl Gigi will be here this Fri 1st to assist if needed. We have one slot available which would be at 9am for 90 mins or 9.30am for a 1 hour appointment. All other slots now booked. T-Girl Gigi joins me for sessions monthly so if you have missed your chance on this occasion to explore your curious side, you could always enquire to fine out when T-girl Gigi will be back to turn your darkest kinkiest fantasies into reality.

THE WHIPPING BOY…Part 1

Young Tom reckoned he had it made.

Reclining his long frame in the chair he wriggled his toes luxuriantly in his footrags in front of the scullery fire. Outside he could hear the tramp of booted feet as the soldiers drilled in the yard, their manual-of-arms regulated by shouted instructions and the steady throb of the drum. Inside the maze of galleries and corridors came the distant clink of crockery, chests slamming shut and what sounded like a maid beating coal dust off the upholstery. Whitehall Palace resembled a town in is own right; eighteen hundred people lived and worked within its environs – a population far greater than that of the village where he had been born. And Tom remembered the sense of bemusement and [ride he felt when the Lord Chamberlain and his retinue arrived at their humble dwelling, his mother and father stood bare-headed as the bluff gentleman examined him carefully.

“A most uncanny likeness, my lord,” opined the captain in charge of the escorting cavalry troopers.

“Quite. You ‒ ” the Lord Chamberlain beckoned Tom’s father to step forward through the thinly swirling blue wood smoke and the scurrying hens. “We will engage the boy. He will receive his board and lodging and you will be blessed by the honour of knowing your family serves our Majesty.”

His poor father had thrown himself into the mud and pig muck with gratitude.

So here he was: paid companion to Prince Charles – one day to be King Charles II of England, Scotland and Ireland. Tom’s duties were hardly onerous since they involved accompanying the prince on hunting and fishing trips, playing stoolball, the new game of ‘football’ and laughing at his jokes. The prince was tall, dark and rangy in build, quick to find the merriment in a situation and he liked girls so he and Tom hit it off. The latter pondered his extraordinary god fortune – and how differently things could have worked out in a village life distinguished only by the monotony of the seasons and back-breaking drudgery. And now here he was in London – Londonthat mystical City of the Plain – receiving bouge of court (bread, ale, firewood and candles) and a well-paid job.

Taking another swig from his mug of small beer, Tom idly turned the page of the risqué novel he was reading. True there were vague rumours of trouble beyond the palace walls; brawling at the country shows, wakes and stage-plays (when weren’t the drunks fighting at such things?) but the king still sat secure on his throne and all remained well with the world.

The tapping of shoes rather more dainty than those of the soldiers took him by surprise therefore and he struggled to right the chair without falling off it as a young woman entered the scullery. Being tall she had to stoop slightly to pass through the arched doorway. From the light that slanted in through the leaded windows he saw she had a pale, oval face, a longish, fine-boned nose and a complexion as smooth as that of a milkmaid. She sported her auburn hair in ringlets in emulation of the Queen, Henrietta Maria and the curls cascaded as far as her softly rounded jaw. As befitting an aristocratic woman she wore the customary ribbon-fastened jacket over a bodice and a petticoat gathered with pleats at her slim waist. In the crook of one arm she carried a calico package also tied with a ribbon.

“Ah, Master Tom. Hard at it, I see?” She waved an elegantly-manicured hand. “No, don’t get up. We shouldn’t want you overtaxing yourself.” The ruby lips favoured him with a mocking smile.

Tom almost choked on his beer when he recognised her: Mistress Gwendolyn; Lady of the Wardrobe and ex-officio, close to the Queen and therefore very powerful at court. His mind raced as he tried to marshal his thoughts.

“How may I serve you, My Lady?” Tom asked, whipping his cap off his head and twisting it between suddenly damp fingers.

Standing over the seated figure Mistress Gwendolyn appraised him carefully with her frank, almost jet-black eyes. The resemblance to the Prince is extraordinary, she thought, although this one is a few years older so he is rather a young man than a boy … She smiled again over her naturally white teeth. “It’s not me you shall be serving but the Prince. Your – ” this time the expression twisted in a smirk “ Royal playmate.”

“Does His Highness wish me to attend upon him?” Tom asked, abruptly anxious to be away from his beautiful but disturbingly sinister woman.

“No.” Mistress Gwendolyn set the package down on the tabletop and he heard the rattle of wooden objects. “But I do.” Those large glassy black orbs fastened onto him.

UP!”

……………..To be continued

Fantasy fulfilment, Free your Mind, Body & Soul

Fantasy fulfilment

Do you relish the thought not having to make any decisions at all? To relinquish all control of your mind, your body, and your soul? For your body to be played with, your mind to be immersed in a intense haven of euphoria and your soul to regain its sense of self.

BDSM: Bondage Discipline (BD) Domination and Submission (DS) Sadism and Masochism (SM) in layman’s terms, sounds quite scary to some, especially the ‘Sado’ part. But basically all it means is giving over control and getting down to some kink and fulfilling your fetish fantasy however tame or extreme that may be. At the end of the day it is You the client (He who holds the purse strings) that approaches Me The Mistress with your ideas, your fantasy, your wildest dreams, your fetish, your means of escape. And it is I, The Mistress that translates your fantasy in to a real time experience…….reality.

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For a brief time you want to be detached from yourself, from your normal role, while your whole being is immersed  in a fantasy land. It helps to refresh your outlook and gives you time to escape, after all, this is all about escapism. To some, a hobby and a mere ‘dip your toe’ exercise, and to others a source of invisible delight, but necessary. A distraction from the norm. Embrace it and I will enhance your experience as best I can.

How ever hard or heavy a scene looks, don’t be fooled by a photo. As the scene may look ‘full on’, in reality the sub maybe experiencing lite sensual and erotic sensations although covered in head to toe rubber, which to some gives the impression extreme forces are at hand. Its not all about pain, whips and chains….its all about trust and handing over control of Your fantasy. Relax and enjoy the ride.

https://www.buzzfeed.com/caseygueren/ultimate-guide-to-bdsm?utm_term=.dr94b0XRQ#.llpo7e8kj

 

Subspace Headspace & endorphin’s

BDSM Subspace and the release of endorphin’s.

*BDSM is here for us to explore and enjoy, so let’s do it together. It’s fun, its safe and it gives you the most amazing release from the stresses of everyday life.*

I hear over and over again clients telling me how they feel ‘Lifted’ after their session, as if a great weight has been lifted from their shoulders. Their stresses and woes have all but disappeared. My site goes on to say….

*Once you step across my threshold you can forget the outside world for the time you are here. Synchronise your mind and body and recharge your battery. I guarantee you will feel a weight has been lifted by the time you leave.*

You know only too well that when you indulge in your favourite pastime you feel recharged, de stressed and a little more at peace with yourself and the world feels like a better place to be in. Whether that be BDSM, Sailing, Parachuting, stamp collecting to name a few.

This is because of the release of dopamine when the brain becomes electrically active from the emotions we are feeling at that time (positive or negative). Some call this Subspace or Head space and it is a reaction that is in response to intense stimulation, and is at least partly related to biochemical changes such as endorphin release triggered by physical and emotional stimulation.

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Sometimes after an intense session the sub can take a while to ‘come back’. Sometimes he will not remember parts of what have just occurred due to him being ‘out of it’. He has probably just visited subspace. Its like a high but without the drugs.

Time and time again clients tell me how their mind completely shuts off from everything during their session, and it’s the only time they are not thinking about their job, their home life, their problems. For the time they are here the outside world doesn’t exist. The whole focus is on them, its their pamper time and it helps them to unwind and re set their clock.

Is it time to re set your clock?

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-compass-pleasure/201503/the-neurobiology-bdsm-sexual-practice

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-4979518/Sociologists-claim-bondage-just-like-playing-golf.html

Two Sub Bi…Part 2

Our two willing subs were getting along very nicely and Trixy and I were enjoying the spectacle before us. So far they had obeyed almost all our demands. We had a slight glitch when Slave A paused and shook his head when told to open his mouth whilst blindfolded, i think he thought he was going to get a mouthful of real cock right there and then. I quickly discouraged his lack of enthusiasm by taking a whip to slave J’s backside. Remember they take each others punishment, not their own. Slave A soon relented when he heard the crack of my whip lick the flesh of his counterpart Slave J.

Trixy and I thought that it would be a good idea if we got them on all fours, side by side and strapped together while we fucked their tight little arses. We had them side on to the large wall mirrors so we could watch. It was highly entertaining I must say and as Trixy leaned over them while she lubed up their fuck holes I took my place behind Salve J.

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With both Trixy and I now kneeling behind our boys, our cocks to the ready we began to fuck them. Slave A was wriggling on Trixy’s cock whilst my slave was acting a little lazy, nothing a hard slap across the backside wouldn’t sort out though. Soon it was as if they were competing against each other, Who was giving the best performance to please us. We laughed as we likened the scene to a chariot race with Trixy and I steering at the helm.

“Perform well for us and we might let you boys entertain us some more!” Said Trixy as she thrust her cock hard and furiously in to Slave A.

Needless to say we did have them perform for us some more but we shall leave that to your imagination. As you know the biggest sex organ in the body is the mind so I shall leave you with that to consider………..

Prostate Pleasure

Prostate Pleasure…Many Hands Make Light Work

Dick was very close… and…in no doubt…and, for once, the Hitachi Wand was still on the shelf… but with one hand (or most thereof) probing deeply and expertly against his prostate, a second stroking his balls, a third toying playfully with his nipples, and a fourth stroking exquisitely up and down the length of his shaft at just the right speed and applying just the right pressure… what was there to doubt.

Dick was also in no hurry as he lay there savouring their attention and trying his best to make it last.

But wait! What, you might be wondering, what had he done to deserve such treats, had he paid his dues (in torments) and who’s hands were they anyway – let’s wind the clock back a little, and find out.

It had been a while, and Dick had attempted to distract himself documenting his frustrations, but now as his next trip south approached Dick had written to confirm his appointment and queried whether or not the lovely Miss Trixy Lamour might be on hand. Jane had acknowledged his request, but neither confirmed nor denied Trixy’s availability… Hence, as he approached his favourite building, Dick still wondered what was in store.

A glance in though, and all was revealed as he was greeted by Jane, magnificently turned out in a tiny black dress, black corset (with guess what popping out the top) and fishnets, and by the reflection of Trixy sitting on the bed, clad in a sumptuous and revealing little leather number, with bare legs, and a beaming smile.

With salutations completed, and not wanting to waste a second, Dick whipped off his kit and stood (proudly?) naked awaiting further instructions. Now those of you with perhaps better memories than Dick may recall that the first (and only other) time Dick met Trixy, stage fright had sent little Richard into hiding, so Dick was relieved at this point to be sporting a semi, and whilst this did not appear to draw much attention, it did bolster Dick’s confidence somewhat, for what he hoped would be the ordeal to come.

With a nod towards the medical table from Jane, the ladies parted to allow Dick through to adopt the position. This time there was no let up, and with legs strapped to the stirrups, several straps around his torso, and hands cuffed to his sides, they once again had Dick entirely at their mercy. With Dick comfortable and with gloves and lube aplenty the games began, with Trixy’s surprisingly dainty digit easing ever so gently into Dicks greedy anus, whilst MJ plucked firmly at his nipples, and all three shared a joke or two… though each time Dick laughed, Trixy was in danger of losing a digit.

As the games progressed, more dainty digits were inserted… and Dick did wonder if a whole fist might fit but he was enjoyed the moment for now as Trixy’s fingers stroked his prostate. Later, the two tormentors turned to electrics with coils around Dick’s cock and an electric pinwheel making it’s debut. The latter, applying an exquisitely sharp sting perfectly along Dick’s exposed perineum, across his balls and then slowly up the length of his cock… This clearly had Dick in some distress and the ladies chuckled as he squirmed… then did it several times more (at higher and higher settings) just for fun.

By now, both ladies were into their stride, so Jane decided to up the ante, and in case Dick screamed the place down, Trixy hopped onto the table and sat squarely on his face, though without quite the intimacy of the recently documented (and exceedingly moist) Mandy. At this point, and with Trixy’s leather skirt hiding his blushes, Jane added suction cups to his nipples then ramped up the electrics to the coils around his cock… and yes Dick was screaming into Trixy’s crotch… but “muffled by a muff” as Trixy so delicately put it, he could hardly be heard.

Just for fun, Jane then gave Dick the choice “more suction or more electrics” – and figuring his nipples were getting off lightly Dick chose suction… two more twist though and the tables were turned, so when offered the same choice again, Dick opted for electrics, and was again screaming as MJ very kindly cranked up the juice. Then just for fun, and knowing how much Dick liked to… wait… for his mercy, Jane announced there would be a count of 50 before the juice would be turned off. And as Jane continued to count, the current continued to flow and Dick continued to scream… until at 30 Jane demanded silence or they would start again, so Dick shut up promptly, and managed to last till 50.

Then, with torments (perhaps?) complete, (Dick was never quite sure), and with wires and clamps all removed Trixy climbed off, and the dynamic duo – re-gloved and suitably re-lubed – closed in on Dick’s nethers… and for Dick it was much like that moment right at the very top of the roller-coaster just before the first plunge.

“Here we go” thought Dick (just managing to stifle a yippee!!), as he lay back to enjoy the ride.

In the past, Dick had suggested to Jane that he could tell who had hold of his cock by the way they played with it… and today (joy of joy’s) he would get to add another “hand” to his collection – as Jane eased in the digits-of-delight to play on his prostate, and cupped his balls, and Trixy teased his nipples – and, “Oh yes please!” – slid her left hand, masterfully over the length of little Richard.

But now, under the ministrations of not one supremely talented masturbatrix, but two, Dick was flying. And as the pace picked up Dick knew he hadn’t long left, and so he relaxed and awaited the inevitable.

Jane, with 3 fingers up close and personal with Dick’s prostate, announced it first, with a quiet “here we go” and She massaged just that little bit firmer, Dick not far behind held his breath, and Trixy (hardly late to the party) upped the pace and pressure on little Richard just that little bit more, until with a deep sigh, and a multitude of generous squirts, Dick came like a train, and continued whilst both ladies massaged and coaxed every last drop out of him, before stepping back and leaving him to savour it.

……………..to be continued

http://www.alternet.org/sex-amp-relationships/5-steps-achieving-amazing-prostate-assisted-orgasm

Gag Fetish,Mouth Gags, gags BDSM.

Listen up! Do you have a gag fetish and enjoy wearing Mouth Gags during a scene? Yesterday my assistant Trixy and her partner helped to give my Dungeon a little pre Autumn spruce. Instead of donning our strap-on cocks we held paint brushed for a change.

Mistresses doing the dirty work

We began the mammoth task of moving all the Dungeon furniture and accessories before we could start. I didn’t realise how much kit I had. I counted 22 mouth gags in all. I love using mouth gags in order to keep a wriggling slave’s plea’s to a minimum. Just to wet the appetite for the kinkster who has a gag fetish, there were ball gags, Jennings gag, butterfly and inflatable gags, pecker gags with breath tube, cock gags, bit gag, head harness gags, multi perv and serve gag, mouth hook gag, spider gag strap, pecker tube gag and a sports muzzle and head harness muzzle….to name but a few. So if you your mouth gags and having a mouth gag to help with the control of your predicament, you now know where you can find a few all in one place.

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Mouth Gag hygiene

All my gags are washed firstly with a professional medical sanitiser then washed again with a virucidal cleaner in cold temperature. As are ALL my tots and accessories. Condoms are always used where and when ever possible. If you’d perfer to have your own mouth gag I have listed a couple of links below.

Places to but top quality gags

https://www.fetters.co.uk/restraints/gags-blindfolds

https://www.fetters.co.uk/restraints/gags-blindfolds