BDSM The Great Escape

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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BiCurious TGirl Gigi Joins MJ Wednesday 26th Sept

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Back by popular demand. TGirl Gigi will be joining me for a day of total naughtiness. We pride ourselves on making the day more debauched than the last time we got together for a day of sessions. But in all seriousness, these sessions are suitable for anyone with or without any experience in pushing the boundaries of their sexuality. We practice safe play at all times and guarantee you’ll have a fun filled time with us. If you have any queries or questions relating to this event please don’t hesitate to contact me either by email or phone. You will fine my number on each page of my site. Please note I have an age requirement of 30 years before I will accept you for a booking.

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As you will see from the posted above, TGirl Gigi has many guises, one of which is Nursing assistant Gigi. She enjoys taking the patients temperature and inspecting the patients is fully functioning. She has her own special ways of treating her patients and Nurse Jane is always on hand to assist with any of the procedures carried out at the clinic in the countryside.

As you will have guess we enjoy our role play, it can be fun especially if you play along too. We love cheeky patients and naughty boi’s. So don’t be afraid to share our stage and enjoy yourself, you only live once!

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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/

 

 

 

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CP Story ‘The Pursuit of knowledge’ Part V

Part V

“ … You have been apprehended on academy property in possession of Class B controlled substances.” The electrodes transmitted a minor current that caused an apprehensive tingling feeling in my bottom, warning me that the continuation of my theoretical bad behaviour would shortly result in renewed punishment. “This is a major violation of disciplinary and health and safety policy. The disciplinary sanction will now commence.” Frantically I heaved at the straps and tried to bring my fingers to bear that I might tear the restraints loose. Then a bolt of paralysing pain, shocking in its intensity coursed through me.

I did not have time to recover before the next bolt crackled into my hindquarters and another spear of electrical energy coursed through my innards. With artful sadism the apparatus paused then recommenced its ghastly work; sometimes administering three jolts in quick succession. Each energy wave manifested itself as superheated, flaring sensations in coruscating patterns across the nerve endings under the skin of the posterior region. The awful torment proved so intense that I felt as though twin bands of steel encompassed my body, crushing me so I couldn’t breathe. I rubbed my wrists raw with the intention of jerking my hands free to get the inflated rubber ball out of my mouth – to no avail.

Strangely, even in the midst of this surging, biting, bubbling cauldron I still possessed sufficient detachment to contemplate the diabolical inventiveness at work. The very cold, clinical, inhumanity of it made it seen especially sinister and cruel – especially when experienced from this position. With another human being there might be an appeal to reason; for clemency. But machines know no right or wrong – they simply follow their programmed instructions. Nor was the situation without its erotic quotient through and I couldn’t help imagining the beautiful doctor reclining in her swivel chair, shoe dangling from the heel of one lovely foot as she swept her amused gaze over the jerking, convulsing, hotly suffering bodies below …

Apart from the piercing, heat-raising aspects the very worst part of the punishment was the muscular contractions induced by each jolt. My spine arched, tendons and sinews screamed in protest and I times I thought I could hear my bones creak as my joints screwed up so violently. All the while as the current traced its course my nether regions lit up like a Christmas tree of agony. Silently I screamed, pleaded, cursed, threatened terrible vengeance – and suffered. And suffering was the whole point. It was what we were there for: human guinea pigs for the day when this conditioning would be used for real in our technological utopia. Odd is it not how we always perceive utopia to be a vision of paradise when Thomas More wrote his novel as a warning.

And suddenly … blissful relief. The flaring sensations of agonising heat ceased as abruptly as they had begin. For a moment I hardly dared exhale, believing it to be some sadistic trick of the machine. Next moment came a click as my bonds fell away and the rubber ball-gag collapsed upon itself, causing me to deposit a large quantity of saliva onto the gym mat beneath my downturned face. “Remove the VR device; take thirty seconds before attempting to stand up,” the voice intoned soothingly. As I eased the sinister black helmet over my hair now damp with perspiration, I saw the ponytailed girl looking down at me through the veil of tears: her face all concern and solicitude. “Take it steady … that’s it.” I felt the gentle pressure of her fingers on my arm as she guided me to my feet. Once she was sure my legs were not going to collapse like those of some new-born foal, she hurried off to help the others who also were in the throes of freeing themselves from that infernal device.

I looked around groggily for Doctor Barzani. Sure enough the lady in question stepped lightly off the dais and made her way gaily over toward me, hips swinging in that sauntering, long-limbed walk that matched her smile of satisfaction. Behind her on the platform the oscilloscope resumed its innocuous yellow pulse; the equipment once again simply a harmless jumble of cables, pipes and half-a-dozen bucket seats with gamer helmets.

My lips compressed in fury; in contrast her onyx eyes gleamed as she said: “That was marvellous! We got some really useful telemetry and biometric data from this session. It’s going to help us enormously.”

“Well I’m chuffed about that!” I began sarcastically. Before I could give vent to my feelings of outraged dignity the scientist turned away to corral the rest of the group. “We have iced water and some fruit ready for you,” she called out. “Take your time getting up; we don’t want any accidents.”

Helped by the doctor and her assistant, the shocked group stumbled back toward the common area and the waiting refreshments. No-one spoke; each test subject (or more accurately ‘victim’) lost in the jumble of his or her own thoughts. A couple of the girls were weeping silently and my own face felt slicked by something I suspected was not perspiration. Even Graham remained silent while Mazher simply repeated over and over again: “That’s not right; not right …” Walking proved painful and precluded a more rapid escape from the portals of Solaryde Ltd.

“You may experience some bladder irritation for a while afterwards and it might be difficult to pass water,” Doctor Barzani breezed helpfully.

“Well it certainly hasn’t stopped you from taking the piss!” I snarled.

Leaving the test centre and stepping back into the bustling normality of an English city street seemed surreal and I struggled for a moment to take it in. The blare of a car horn brought me back to my senses. A pale blue Ford Sierra was parked at the kerb and I saw Carole inside and leaning across to open the passenger door for me. As I hobbled over and lowered myself stiffly onto the seat she smiled – and then her expression froze. “God, David! You look terrible! What the hell happened in there?”

“I’ve just had enough electricity put through my jaxy to light up the National Grid!” I replied miserably.

Her head smacked back against the headrest as she gave a shriek of mirth. “I warned you to look into it properly, didn’t I?” Carole laughed in spite of her concern over my ordeal before reaching for the ignition key. “Oh David, you complete and utter arse!”

THE END


CP Story ‘The Pursuit of Knowledge’ Part IV

CP Story-Part IV
“Test Sequence One – Scenario: Moderate.” There followed a beep before the rather accusatory monologue continued. “You have been nominated for correction because you have recorded three tardies in one calendar month, which is contrary to the academy’s attendance policy.” Instinctively I tried to answer but the rubbery-tasting ball kept my tongue firmly depressed, requiring me to swallow constantly to stop the saliva building up. Barely had I a minute to work out what was going on when I heard a vicious high-pitched crack that sounded like a bug zapper in a restaurant.
Szszszszt!
Instantly a hot sensation of hurt lanced deep into the flesh and muscle of my right buttock as though I had been struck. And in that moment I realised the purpose of those wires and disc-like electrode pads attached to my backside.
S-s-n-napp! Another jolting sting: this time directed into the left cheek. The inflated ball prevented me from biting through my tongue (as with those used by defibrillator machines). Nor would there be any wriggling free. The flexcuffs that fastened me to the apparatus tightened as I struggled before slackening off when I stopped resisting. I tried to judge if they automatically tightened before each blast of electricity as a way of nerving myself for the shock but the inventors of this fiendish device had clearly thought of that and the straps gave no such indication.
The organ in the body that experiences pain is of course the brain because unlike nerve endings in the skin that have a purely mechanical function (i.e. receiving external stimuli for onward transmission); the brain has an interpretive and even a creative rôle in decoding and explaining those sensations: “It’s hot” or “It’s cold” or “It tickles” – or, in this case, “It hurts like a cowson!” These are the abstract concepts that the brain interprets from the millions of neurological signals it receives.
And so I understood what Solaryde was trying to create – the disciplinary equivalent of an e-cigarette or a shock collar for humans. It involved flagellating a person by electrical stimulation to the same area of the body as a disciplinarian would target during physical punishment. This would reinforce the humiliation aspects as well as keeping the current away from critical zones such as the heart or brain. It all made sense now; the embarrassing bottoms-up positioning recreated the physical aspect of a real spanking heightening the mood in the virtual reality. The impression of pain would be the same for the recipient – it bloody well hurt – but without the physical risk of cane cuts, paddle damage to vertebrae or kidneys or the strap welts on leg muscles that resulted in all those expensive insurance claims against educators in the United States especially. Knowing is not always consoling of course. And I’d been stupid enough to sign up for it.
So amongst our six writhing, jerking sufferers, our minds were being blown and gag reflexes triggered by blasts of static electricity while Doctor Barzani tested the software on systems that doubtlessly fed back to the development centre somewhere the ways to improve the system which could then be inflicted upon the next set of victims. After the sixth bolt of electricity the hurt ebbed away and I could master my breathing again. By now shock had given way to anger and my cheeks burned with mortification at being treated in such a degrading fashion.
But these moments of precious respite proved short-lived. Again the voice started up in my ear as I pulled furiously at my bonds but with the infinite precision that only comes from the microprocessor they contracted then flexed expertly to constrain my efforts. “Breathe normally,” the disembodied voice urged soothingly. “Vital signs are normal.”
My vital signs might be stable but my arse feels like it’s on fire, I seethed but barely had I time to ponder this conundrum when the system delivered its next message. And what it presaged sounded infinitely worse than last time. “Test Sequence Two – Scenario: Serious Disciplinary Infraction … ”
By DS

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.

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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.

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