Duo Domination with Miss L’amour

Duo Domination: Hello, I am Miss Trixy L’amour

I am available for Duo Domination or joint sessions with Mistress Jane. I am available most days with prior notice. I enjoy having my legs and feet kissed and worshiped. I love leather and latex and watching Mistress dominate you. I particularly enjoy Clothed Female Naked Male scenario’s and like to see your embarrassment and humiliation in this situation while getting you to perform tasks while naked before me.

My real love is for role play, whether I play your strict boss or MJ’s secretary who loves to get you into trouble. I like playing the Head Girl who tells the Head Mistress I caught you masturbating whilst wearing panties. Whatever the scene I enjoy the acting and I welcome you to our stage.

The fee charged for my presence helps towards my travel expenses to Reading. In no way does Mistress profit from my attendance. Please refer to ‘Tributes link’ for price http://www.mistress-jane.com/tribute/

Should you want me present at your session please ask Mistress when booking your session.

 

 

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/

 

 

 

tgirl gigi

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

The Berkshire Dairy and not a cow insight

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…………………..

 

 

The Pursuit of knowledge Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Then the voice began to speak again.

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 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

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.

Taste the Cane with Mistress Jane

Dick, Taste the Cane!!

As Dick stepped out of the shower he twisted to view his right buttock in the mirror, and there, still perfectly clear, were two parallel lines – the final remnants of his ‘taste the cane’ and the striping he had received from Mistress Jane’s rather more severe canes. Still visible after 28 days.

A month earlier, Dick had been building up to his little treat for some time, desperately curious to find out just how intense it would feel, but always concerned lest the resulting tell-tale marks leave him with some explaining to do at home. But after over a year in waiting, the opportunity presented itself with 10 days “healing time” between cane and home. And so, Dick had made his appointment and at the allotted time was naked and arranged, arse in the air, over MJ’s new whipping bench.

In the months prior to this event, Dick had danced around the issue, experimenting with cane strokes to the hand (light cane and relatively gentle strokes to ensure no risk of injury), and had indulged too in a little bastinado (similarly injury risk averse)… the latter pushing Dick to his limits… but no-where near satisfying his curiosity about the cane. Dick had also “enjoyed” several increasingly severe thrashings with MJ’s tawses and straps (recorded on earlier blogs), under the guise of general bruising, which so far too had not prompted any unwanted conversations at home.

Often, ahead of these encounters Dick would write to Jane to encourage her… not… to be too gentle, and perhaps to suggest a minimum number (which had squeezed into 3 figures) on more than one occasion. And on a suitably warmed up buttock, Jane had treated Dick to a few strokes with her lighter canes.

But now, naked, tethered, with no warm up, and anticipating the first strike of Her cane, Dick was relieved that he had had the wisdom to make no such bold requests. Tonight, he would take each stroke as it came and see for himself just how far he chose to go. Jane had laid out for his perusal a selection of canes, and Dick had noticed that none of Her lighter canes has been included. Dick knew from recent correspondence with Jane that She had recently acquired one or two more severe implements, Tahiti canes– which were now also laid out for inspection.

Then, having ensured he was suitably secured, ankles, thighs, wrists and back – Jane selected a senior dragon cane and moved in to the optimum spot behind Dick. “So Dick,” said Jane “any little requests before we start… you seem to have forgotten to ask me… not… to be too gentle… and to tell me just how many strokes you want… before I may grant you mercy.” Dick hadn’t forgotten and had no intention of raising the point now either, so he gave a nervous chuckle – and Jane chuckled back – as She gently stroked Dick’s upturned buttocks with her cane.

“Are you ready Dick?” Jane asked, and as he nodded She brought the cane down smartly across the very centre of the target. And for the first time Dick got his first inkling of just what the fuss was all about. Unlike the strap and tawse, both of which gave a “cold” sting which rose and fell fairly quickly, the cane drew a “hot” line across the cheeks, and the burn just rose and rose… and lasted… for so much longer. Jane left him to stew for almost a minute – before asking gently if he would like another. And with a second nod from Dick, and a swish and a crack, Jane gave a him a second stripe just below the first.

After about another 30 seconds, and with no further enquiries Jane switched to a heavier cane and administered a 3rd, and then a 4th. And already Dick was struggling… and much of his curiosity seemed to be ebbing swiftly away.

Dick had imagined himself at this point retaining the courage and urge to know… and asking MJ to swing harder… and as he panted and sweated and tried to process the sensation… he found himself facing the question of just why he was doing this. And right up to this moment Dick had had no doubt why, and it was to satisfy his curiosity… but here Dick already had some answers (at this moment 4 to be exact)… and was anything but sure that he needed any more evidence. But as he deliberated, Jane picked up her heaviest cane… and explaining this to Dick invited him to take a few more.

Now unsure, but still not quite ready to give up Dick nodded again and in fairly swift succession Jane gave him two more “answers” completing the decoration of his buttocks with now 6 perfectly parallel lines, and with the final blow catching that sweet spot just at where the buttock meets the thigh – and Dick was almost levitating. “That was a real ball-breaker,” Jane announced rather pleased with the accuracy of the final blow.

And there he was – pretty much all questions answered… and to his surprise feeling a little nauseous. He knew of course that Jane had more power in her wrists, and could have caned him harder. He knew too that She could have caned much faster, and could only imagine what that might feel like, but still worried about the marks, and already quite clear how caning could so easily be pushed into the “unbearable” zone, Dick opted to call it a day… and once untethered, sidled over to the mirror to see just how vividly he had been marked.

To complete the session, Jane cheered Dick up with Her usual – and far more pleasant – combination of prostate massage, milking and vibration… and very soon a spent and satisfied Dick stood in Jane’s kitchen, coffee in hand… and wondering if he was now cured of the urge to receive the cane.

A month on, with the odd stripe still visible Dick had felt absolutely no urge to repeat the process… and indeed his penchant for “femdom caning porn” seemed also to be on the wane. Just as well that Jane had so very many other treats to offer… as Dick, though no longer curious about the cane, still enjoyed pretty much every other sensation in Jane’s dungeon… and even now found himself wondering if perhaps another battle with Her strap’s and tawses might not be in order.

 

taste the cane

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Decadence & Debauchery at the House of Fun

Last weeks Decadence & Debauchery saw the arrival of my lovely friend and accomplice Manchester’s very own, Miss Torment who joined me for our recently advertised Double Domination Halloween event which ran over two days here at my studio in Reading, Berkshire. The event was fully subscribed within 4 days of its launch and not only did we receive the usual suspects but saw some new faces as well. Miss Trixy was also on hand to join in the fun.

The sessions were fun as well as wide and varied which keeps us on our toes. Our first session kicked off with a ‘Miss Torment special’ tie and tease. Miss Trixy and I watched as she wrapped our first subject round her little finger and had him begging for more of her delightful touch and teasing throughout his session. We had a very interesting session with a guy who had an acute arm fetish, that was fun. Lots of role play. Satin panty fetish, edging and ruined orgasms and cp. The following day we had an early start and our first session was with my loyal panty pervert. We had a medical scenario followed by a triple fisting to a foursome where The Leather Master joined in. Miss Torment will be making the journey from Manchester back down to sunny Reading in the spring yo join me for more Decadence & Debauchery! I shall look forward to it, and I know a few of you will be to. Enjoy the photos………..

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We rounded off the evening in the local curry house with a bottle of red.

Raven haired Miss Torment combines her very own unique style tie and tease with strict sensual domination. She also specialises in bespoke cuckold sessions at her Manchester chambers. Take a look at her link below.

Manchester Mistress Miss Torment