REVIEW NOV ’19

Dear Mistress Jane & Lunna
I would just like to thank you both for an incredible session yesterday, that both satisfied and went way beyond my wildest fantasies. I am just glad that there are people like you in this world who do this in in a safe environment in a non judgmental way. 

As soon as I walked in to your chambers I was struck by how stunning and sexy you both looked. However I soon found myself naked spread Eagle secured by my wrists and ankles on your Bondage bed. To be in such a vulnerable position blindfolded at the complete mercy of you both is an incredibly erotic feeling. In my email booking the session I asked for, tickle nipple cock and face sitting torture with some post orgasm torture for good measure. You certainly both provided this, with intense tickling and the use of nipple clamps with my cries being muffled by Lunna face-sitting me.  However during a brief respite in the tickling, the beautiful Lunna became very minxy and did some extra erotic teasing that I was not expecting! However I was in no position to object due to the fact that she was sitting on my face, so I just had to take it.

Lunna, you have an incredibly sexy bottom and are welcome to sit on my face anytime. Jane, the way you played with my cock and the post orgasm torture was incredible. I think I may have bit of more than I can chew at the end. Lunna had to sit on my face again to muffle my cries of mercy. However you are both welcome to dominate me and subject me to your erotic torture anytime! 
You are a great team, I hope to see you both again in the new year for another incredible session. 
Thanks again.
With Love Mr.Tickles

Edging game

An Edging Game

…..It was exactly 10.30am, right on time when we spotted our mark parking his car. He sat for a few moments before deciding to get out. He looked about furtively trying not to look suspicious or hoping nobody could spot what was about to happen, although nobody did. After checking his doors were locked he began to walk away and headed to the exit road which was a single lane that was one way only. There were tall trees either side lining the road which prevented the light getting through making it quite dreary. He walked on, looking behind him every few moments. A green car drove up behind him so he stood to the side to let it pass. Little did he know, he was almost there, at our ‘pick up’ point. I hid down a small gully behind a fallen tree whilst the driver and Trixy turned on the engine and began to head to where I would jump out. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1….the mark had reached our ‘pick up’ point. There was no going back. I ran at him from my stake out point, the car appeared to the side of him, up went the boot. I bagged his head in a pillow case and he was pushed into the boot of the car and we sped off. It took all of a few seconds.

The back seat was half down so I could sit beside him and tie his wrists. His heat pounded in his chest as he shouted “Where are you taking me?”. We fell silent to keep up with the suspense. I reached down to check his person and low and behold, I found a hard bulge in his pants which I promptly unzipped and pulled out, tying it tightly in a piece of rope. Within fifteen minutes we reached the drop off. The driver reversed the car in to the drive and opened the boot. “Get out” he barked. He slowly edged out and sat on the edge of the boot to steady himself. “Stand up” I told him and pulled the rope attached to his wrist. He stood and wobbled, disorientated in his surroundings, his head still covered. We marched him to a room and sat him on a chair where he was tied and left for a while.

edging game

As short while after Trixy and I returned. We circled him, his heart still pounding with excitement. We pulled the pillow case from his head so he could see us. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. “Where am I?” he asked. “I ask the questions, You answer them” was my short and to the point reply.

We untied him from the chair in order to strip him naked. He attempted to struggle for a moment then relaxed, he could tell all attempts at getting away were futile. He was overpowered by two women, and he liked it. His clothes were removed and hidden from him, and he stood before us naked.

His cock was as stiff as a piece of board and his balls tight and retracted. I attached some clamps to his nipples and led him by them. He scurried behind me as his flesh ached with the tension as I pulled. “Agh, oohh ahh” he groaned. “Lay there” I pointed to a bondage bed. He climbed on and lay back where we secured him tightly.

His cock had remained hard and there was no sign it was going away any time soon. We decided to have a little fun with our captive and we began to torment him. “Lets play tag with his cock and play an edging game” I said to my accomplice who nodded her head in agreement.

With his legs restrained apart it wasn’t hard to reach between them and probe him with a small toy. He tried his best to wriggle as if to fight off what was happening but we could tell he was gagging to be used by us. As if his cock wasn’t a sure indication his moans and whispers were. Trixy’s hand was wrapped around his throbbing shaft, and as she slowly worked her grip up and down, trying to avoid the bulging head which by now was glistening in the low lights with his pre cum. His head rocked gently from side to side in delirious confusion and excitement. We took it in turns to play and torment his cock and stroked his balls. I pulled a lace from a hook and wrapped it around his balls pulling it tightly.

Ties and Denied….

His cock twitched so hard it pulled away from Trixy’s hand. I stroked his balls and took hold of his cock, “My turn”. His shaft was ridged and I could tell it was on a knifes edge. Once false move and we would have an explosion of spunk. That wasn’t going to happen, not yet anyway. Trixy made herself useful by sitting on his face, a move we would nearly regret. She placed a cock gag in to his mouth, for two reasons, one to keep him quiet and two so Trixy could make use of him and satisfy herself at the same time. As she stood above him the sight almost made him cum. She lowered herself onto the cock gag and began to gyrate gently.

I sat between his legs and slipped a gloved finger in to his hole, hitting his prostate right on target. My other hand massaging his manhood. After a short time Trixy stood up and turned around in order to take her turn with our little edging game. Sliding herself back onto the cock gag she leaned forward and slid her small hands over the head of his cock. He squealed from behind the gag, an indication he was getting close. “Naughty boy” I snapped and as Trixy pulled her hands away from his exited cock I gave it a little slap, “Calm it down” I said. He jumped not expecting the slap but it helped to throw him off his stroke. We were having fun and the more frustrated he became the more fun we derived from his frustration.

We now had him suspended in the upright position and our edging game was in full throws. He had a ball gag in his mouth as it was all we could do to keep him quiet. I took my turn then Trixy took her’s, it was then we heard a knock at the door and in walked Kitten. I though I might join you…..

His eyes lit up as Kitten removed her coat revealing….eeerrrr not much really but a tiny small fishnet dress and nothing else. His eyes transfixed on her bare breasts. Kitten approached him and looked at both Trixy and I, “My turn?” she asked….”Be my guest” I answered.

Kitten looked deep in to his eyes and whispered “Your cock belongs to us and we are going to take your spunk”. He jerked in the suspension harness. “Sssssshhhh, be still” whispered Kitten. She looked my way and nodded for me to lower him down a little. He was now face to face with us. Kitten reached up towards his head and pulled it into her ample bosom “Suck” she demanded. He buried his head between her breasts and nuzzled her hard nipples “Good boy” she whispered. All the while his cock was still being tormented and edged.

The out cum….edging game

Kitten continued to whisper to him “If you squirt now you might get your spunk all over me, you’d have to lick it off if you did”. We all looked at each other, the time had come to relieve our captive. As I began to build him up, Kitten lowered herself to her knees all the while holding his gaze. She rubber her breasts and made cooing sounds to encourage him. “Cum on my tits” she insisted. That was it! that was all it needed, those few words were all it took and his volcano erupted all over Kittens breasts. Squirt squirt squirt there was no end to the shower of spunk. Kitten the stood up to face him “You know what you have to do do now don’t you!”.

 

 

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.

 

 

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

REVIEW 21/06/18

Hi Mistress

I like to thank You and your friends for a great CFNM session yesterday.
Good to see my abuse on twitter.
Sitting down in meeting today was good reminder of my hour with 5 lovely mistresses beating my ass.
Hope your friends enjoyed themselves as much as I did.
Please thank your friends for the wonderful hour I spent in their, and Your presence Mistress.
Sure to be a few more days of red ass to remind me of yesterday.

Your humble slave Mr.mars bar

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

Male Milking with The Cock Doctor, Jane.

Male Milking was something that Cock Dr.Jane was very versed in and there were several machines and techniques used solely for this purpose. Each patient had different capabilities to the next and the clinic understood this, what worked for one wouldn’t necessarily work for the next. There were other factors that the medical team needed to take into consideration such as age, fitness and background-did the patient suffer with ED, was he diabetic, had his prostate been removed and so on. There were other factors like stimuli-what visual sights or talk or surroundings turned that particular patient on.

The Cock Clinic catered for all sorts of tastes and fantasies and although many were similar never two were the same. On this particular occasion our patient was in the twilight of his years and before his time was up he felt he needed to explore his deep seated fantasies which he had harboured and kept locked away in his mind since his early 20’s. The thought would not have crossed his mind were it not for the internet which he was recently introduced to by his Grandson. He bought himself a computer and began to browse, the rest is history.

Today he had taken that step in to the unknown, a place of fantasies. He was going to pay a visit to that little harboured fantasy he had kept secret for many years. His stomach churned from the first moment of contact to the very moment he lay back on the medical bed, but he had nothing to lose, it was now or never.

The medical team were dressed in NHS cotton uniforms albeit shorter than the norm. Their stocking clad legs mirrored the very image in his mind. An image from a ‘Carry On’ film that captured his imagination when he was a youngster. The two of them totted around him in their heels as they chatted and discussed the imminent procedure and the Male Milking procedure they were about to undertake. It all felt a bit surreal, as if he were an onlooker peering from behind a door watching and listening to the whole scene.

Nurse Trixy placed on some disposable gloves then positioned herself between his legs which had been separated and raised by the medical bed on which he lay. She put some lube on to her gloves then rubbed her hands together to spread it. Then lubed his limp shaft. Her touch was soft and gentle and for one moment he thought his cock was going to make a come back but alas no luck. This didn’t seem to bother the Nurse what so ever which made him feel a little better about it.

His manly erections had been very intermittent of late and although he could still produce cum he couldn’t always get an erection. Dr.Jane was mean while preparing a machine. She attached an orange cock shaped receiver to a transparent pipe and hung it from a hook which was screwed in to the ceiling directly above his groin. Next a clear cylinder was placed over his shaft and as Nurse Trixy pumped on the tigger his cock began to rise. If it were appropriate to shout ‘Hallelujah’ he would have done just that. As his cock rose he could feel the pressure in the clear cylinder build up, just as it was getting uncomfortable Nurse Trixy pressed the release button to allow air to get in to relieve the pressure, and as the air came in his cock died down with it. “We shall repeat this process several times to get the blood in to your penis” said his very glamorous Nurse. He smiled and watched as she pumped on the tigger. Her ruby red lips parted as she concentrated on the job in hand. Again his cock rose inside the cylinder, it felt good and the more she repeated the process the bigger his cock grew and the better it felt. Eventually Nurse Trixy was satisfied she had gotten him to the desired length. She gently slipped a tight band from the bottom of the cylinder on to the base of his shaft which held his erection. He looked on in amazement as it had been some time since he’d had such a feeling and seen such a sight. With cylinder removed the Nurse stroked his shaft and although he wasn’t as sensitive as he used to be in that area, it felt damned good.

“We shall shortly begin the male milking process we first need to carry out a few small tests” Dr.Jane carried on “We need to check your sensitivity and for that we will be using electro pulses”. Nurse Trixy gave him a re assuring smile before wrapping black rubber loops around his shaft. Dr.Jane attached wires to the loops and the pulses began. Soon they were surging rhythmically up and down his shaft, as if a steely grip had hold. He gave a satisfying sigh and closed his eyes, such an intense sensation, a feeling he had never experienced before and a feeling, although unusual felt very pleasurable. The intensity of the pulses grew as the dial was turned higher. Eventually the loops were removed and also the elastic ring that was placed around his shaft early on. “We don’t wish to de sensitise you” said the Doctor.

A steel tray was brought over. On it were four long stainless steel rods. Nurse Trixy stood between his legs and began to wipe his cock which by now had lost its rigidity, but somehow it no longer mattered to him as he could see it didn’t bother the medical team either way. “I am just going to swab you ready for urethral sounding” said Nurse Trixy as she wiped the head of his cock. Lubricant was dropped on the end of his cock and the tray containing the rods was brought closer. Dr.Jane not stood at the helm holding one of the rods in her right hand and his cock in the other. He gazed at the procedure with great trepidation as the sound entered his urethra and under its own weight slid down his tract. Nurse Trixy moved in close and held his hand to re assure him, but surprisingly he felt nothing to shout about. In fact he could barley feel a thing. Dr.Jane then spoke. “We need to check your tract is clear before we proceed with the male milking process”. The patient nodded and joined in with the banter with a “Of course Doctor”.

Dr.Jane then attached a clip with a wire to the sound, suddenly he could feel a tingling deep within his cock. Nurse Trixy still stood at his side was asked to hold the sound steady while Dr.Jane lubed up her gloved hand slowly pushed a finger in to his rectum. He winced slightly but in for a penny and all that. She then began to carefully rotate her finger and press it ever so slightly. “Hmmmmmmmm” was his initial thought, then “Ahhhhhhhhhh” was his second. It felt rather pleasant in a weird kind of way. The last time anyone had a finger up there was about five years previous when he had a routine medical from the Doctor. He recalled that wasn’t quite as pleasant as on this occasion though.

He had but forgotten about his flaccid cock as it no longer mattered, he was enjoying himself and that is what mattered. The medical team also appeared to be enjoying themselves to, which made all the difference. What more could a man ask for? he had two stunning stocking clad nurses tending to him and he was at the centre of all the attention.

The sounding was completed and his cock was lubed up and placed in the orange cock shaped receiver that Dr.Jane had gotten ready earlier. This time there wasn’t a trigger for the Nurse to pump on, this was a mechanical device. The dial was turned and the machine began to suck his cock in to the receiver. The vacuum was strong and as it sucked and blew, an erection appeared from nowhere. It had been a while since he had had that hard feeling, although admittedly nothing like in his younger years but this was better that nothing. The sensation of the receiver gliding up and down his shaft felt wonderful. He closed his eyes and summoned up a scene from the dark recesses of his mind. The time he met an older woman back in his late twenties. She taught him a thing or two and this was the first woman to ride him on top. Suddenly he could feel her warm wet pussy sliding on his shaft. His breathing deepened, and very soon picked up the pace. He began to gyrate his hips and he thrust in to her, he wanted to keep it going bit a warm feeling took over him and he felt his cock begin to pump as he squirted in to the receiver. The room fell silent and he opened his eyes, smiling and very happy to revisit another fantasy one day soon.

 

 

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

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………..

decadence & debauchery Decadence & Debauchery

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