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.

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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 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 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.

Latex Fetish, Kinky capers in BERKSHIRE

Latex Fetish. We have been having a great time with all the lovely slaves and subs who come and join me and my friends at MJ’s house of fun and kinky capers. We have seen an influx of new enquiries regarding all manner of session types, latex fetish and kinks. Some of you are still not aware that I hold rubber/latex fetish sessions. I have an array of latex catsuits, dresses, skirts, wrestling suits, leggings, hoods, gloves and corsets for You, the client to wear. Plus boots and accessories to make your latex experience that little more thrilling. For myself I have latex catsuits, jeans, corsets, dresses, uniforms and gloves, as well as boots and heels.

I know some of you out there would love to wear latex but are under the impression that wearing latex means hard and heavy play, which is putting you off. All you want is to wear the latex and have a soft session, tie and tease. Made to lick and worship your latex clad Mistress and play on the softer side. That’s great because I love having my latex clad body worshipped. Remember, sessions don’t have to be hard or heavy. I mould my sessions to fit in with your experience, interests and tastes, so don’t be afraid to say you are inexperienced but would like a latex session, I will be pleased to oblige. All you need to be aware of is that latex sessions have a minimum session time of 90 minutes. A shower is available afterwards.

If you would like either or maybe both Lunna Latex or Trixy to join in your rubbery session, they to have latex catsuits, dresses, hoods and gloves to wear. Please say when booking.

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Slut Training

Slut Training~He walked in and removed his coat. “At least its warm in here” he said as he reached into the wardrobe for a hanger. The temperature had dropped recently and we had just entered a cold snap. “Take a seat” I told him as I pointed towards a chair which was by the wall. He reached into his satchel bag and handed me a note. “Instructions from the wife” he mumbled, “Tribute is also in the envelope Mistress”.

“Thank you” I replied. I opened up the envelope and began to read the note.

Dear MJ 

Thanks again for agreeing to continue the training of my husband. I am still keeping him in chastity, however I have changed the device, and for his visit to you, I’ve fitted a plastic lock numbered 001100. If the device is locked with a lock  with a different number, it probably means my husband has released himself, had a wank and fitted a new lock. I’m sure your have ways of finding out.I’ll leave it to your judgement how you deal with that possibility. 

As previously, feel free to do with him as you please. However, I have one general and two specific requests. Anything you can do to improve his obedience / subservience would be good, although i’m sure three hours with you will make a difference. On the specifics, I have a sneaking suspicion that he has a fantasy of being a slut. I wonder if you could test that out. I regard my next request a bit like routine servicing. Namely, de-spunk him. Since his last visit to you, I have allowed him to cum once. It was his Christmas present! So a reasonable amount of spunk should have built up. I’ll leave it to you to find out.

Thanks again

Claire

After reading the letter I stood up and snapping my fingers I ordered him to remove his male attire ‘pronto’. The first thing I did was to check the serial number on his chastity device corresponded with the number his wife had written in her letter, fortunately for him, it did.

I was going to test him today as well as train him. But firstly, I was going to transform him into a rubber slut. I had a rubber maids dress ready, which had matching latex suspenders, stockings, heels and a little back maids hat which was trimmed with white frills. I decided to call ‘her’ Samantha, once fully made up. As I prepared Samantha for her training I told her the purpose and rules and how I intended to train and test her.

1/  I am to be referred to as Mistress at all times.

2/ You are to be Tested, De-spunked and trained in obedience as requested by your wife.

3/ You  are to be trained so that not only I can use you but so that you can be used by others at my request. I may also call upon you when I have parties or events, where you will be expected to meet and greet my guests and in some cases accommodate them in any way I see fit.

4/ How I decide to train you will depend on the results of the ‘slut test’. The ‘Slut test’ will include cock sucking, as well as deep throat and particularly learning to avoid the gag reflex.  Strap-on training and willingness to consume your own mess, and to see how keen you are to ‘offer’ yourself to others as a slut.

5/ You will be Edged as part of your obedience and training, you can only cum when given permission. You will be de-spunked and emptied thoroughly before you little cock is locked back in its device for the foreseeable.

6/ Failure is not an option. Poor performance however will be dealt with in a severe manner by use of the cane.

Samantha was ready to commence her ‘slut training’ and as I began to fasten on my strapon harness she immediately fell to her knees in order to help me fasten the strap. She stayed on her knees and held her hands behind her back. As I turned to face her she opened her mouth wide. “Oh look” I said as I slipped my cock down her throat “A cock hole”. Samantha began to suck greedily as my hard dick slid in and out of her mouth. This was a good opportunity to thrust my dick deep into the back of her throat, and if she gagged, I would use my crop to beat her. No sooner said than done, Samantha gagged, her eyes began to water as she gasped for air. “Try again but without the commotion” I barked. Again I slid my cock to the deepest depths of her throat and again she began to gag. “All fours NOW!”. Sam crept forward on to her hands. With my crop held high I brought it down, swishing it through the air and landing it on her backside. She yelped. “Try harder” I snarled.”Yes Mistress” Sam replied. This time Sams efforts were far more satisfying. Its surprising what a little tap of the crop will do. It was quite apparent to me that my little rubber slut Samantha appeared to be enjoying sucking my cock. So much so that Her little locked up cock was dripping with so much pre cum that a little puddle had developed beneath her, which of course I had her lick up immediately.

Unbeknown to Samantha, I would be putting her to the test today. I had my own pet slut Gigi coming soon and I would expect Samantha to accommodate my guest in any way that pleased me. I had a sneaking suspicion that Samantha had a deep seated fantasy to be used as a slut and this was the ideal opportunity for her to exercise that desire.

I told Samantha that I would be soon expecting a guest. I not say whom it would be, I just told Samantha that I expected her full cooperation and obedience towards my guest. There was a knock at the door. That will be them, “Go and greet my guest and welcome them in”. Samantha tottered to the door but no sooner had she reached it Gigi walked in. Samantha looked shocked. “Welcome Miss Gigi, I am Mistresses obedient slut Samantha”.

“Oh how lovely, and what a nice surprise” said Gigi. I clicked my fingers and told Samantha to drop to her knees. Samantha obeyed, but not only that she placed her hands behind her back and opened her mouth.  “You’ve got her well trained” said Gigi. “Yes, but proof is in the pudding” I answered. “Ah” replied Gigi. “So you would like me to try her to see if she is of any use?” Gigi paused “It would be an honour Mistress”.

Gigi stood facing Samantha, she slowly hitched up her skirt to reveal her eight strap suspenders and seamed stockings, then as she lifted her skirt above her hips she revealed a bulge behind a pair of lacy panties. Samantha still on her knees watched intently for Gigi’s next move. But Gigi just stood there.

“Samantha” I called, “Gigi would like relief”. “Yes Mistress” answered a nervous Samantha. She slowly lifted her arms in order to pull down Gigi’s panties. She paused as she slipped her fingers into the waist band, then began to pull them down. Gigi’s cock fell out almost hitting Samantha in the face. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes and in it went. It wasn’t long before Samantha was putting in the same effort as she was with my cock earlier.

Upon looking down to watch on Samantha’s progress Gigi noticed a puddle of pre cum collecting just beneath Sam’s cock. Gigi looked at Sam, “You must be enjoying sucking my cock otherwise your cock wouldn’t be sooooo wet and horny, locked away in its little cage there”.

We now had Samantha on all fours with my cock fucking her ass and Gigi’s cock deep down the back of her throat, we fucked here senseless. She certainly passed her slut training.

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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.

Merry Kinkmas

Well its that time of year again, and the time where i can kick off my kinky boots and have a few days off celebrating with family and friends.

Its been a great year with lots going on. We have seen the arrival and departure of the lovely and ever so popular Sophie. Trixy, or Miss L’amour and Lunna Latex joined my team earlier this year and are enjoying themselves very much. Tormenting temptress, Manchester very own Miss Torment has made the long journey here to Reading on a couple of occasions to join forces for some Double Domination fun and frolics. T-Girl GiGi is still a regular feature as well as The Leather Master, both of who are available with prior notice. I have held four very successful CFNM events and will be hosting a couple more in the new year, Spring to be more precise. And more recently, the marvellous StrapOn Jane has been over to play…WOW…what more can I say! StrapOn Jane is available for Double domination sessions with me here at my premises in Reading with prior notice, so bare that in mind.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Have a wonderful time, stay safe.

All the best

MJ x