Paying my respects to the most delicate BDSM service of Belgium – Jay's Mansion



“Visit Us soon again, we aren’t standing still over here” I read in a friendly email reminder by Mrs. Jay. I felt quite compelled to heed her invitation and after making an appointment I set course for Her exclusive estate in Eke, just a whisper removed from the E17 expressway, all not very far from Gent. I remembered the route quite well and like always was able to park very close to the main entrance.



At the front entrance I was admitted by a endearing voice responding from the parlophone after I rang, and was invited to wait in the antechamber. Shortly after Mistress Jay floated in, as always dressed in black leather. I rushed up to greet her and in the intimacy of the greeting room we updated the list of my preferences. It was remarkable to find Jay recalling most discrete nuances of most private passions.



With a smile Mrs Jay inquired with me if I would manage to prepare myself in the facilities, and I responded ‘of course’, considering how much this Mansion has become part of my life. Mrs. Jay nodded and invited me head out to the facilities where I could disrobe and refresh myself - after which I would be expected in the main downstairs studio. I turned and without a glance she instructed me to also prepare by donning the cuffs as soon I was ready to come down.



The cleaning had become a ritual transition from everyday life into the world of Mistress Jay, and soon after I entered the large central parlour of the Mansion. I found it completely transformed and it exhibited a novel charm and delightful ambiance. And was it my imagination has the abundance of  toys sharply risen since my last visit? Whatever the case, as soon as I entered, I was pinned down at the bondagerack and Mrs. Jay left me alone.



I could faintly overhear Mrs. Jay’s voice echo and chuckle with another voice. And soon after she returned, her face radiant with sinister amusement. “O dear, a little unruly slave does have a problem with Mistress Christine” she let me know laughingly.


And with that it was I who found himself in severe problems, because with her unnervingly powerful hands she rediscovered the tenderness of my nipples. This torrent of experiences continued for some time, up until the moment the caress of the whip came close to overwhelming my sensibilities. But Mrs Jay was constantly aware of my tolerance for this type of exposure and as soon as my breaths became haunted she stopped and radiant with satisfaction suspended my ordeal to let me catch my breath.



With my hands cuffed behind my back Mrs. Jay dragged me outside, onto the wide terrace, into the open. Within mere seconds I found myself exposed, shackled to the wall, and Mrs. Jay had descended onto a lazy chair like a large predatory animal, taking a brief pause. That intermission was well-timed for me, because I was flushed and trembling with excitement.

The sun warmed my naked skin and I was soon feeling delightfully comfortable, but Mrs Jay did not agree with any signs of complacency. She unshackled me, and led me to the small shed just around the corner. She briefly inspected another slave and I recalled the uncomfortable night I had indeed spent in those confines at one time.

Mrs Jay doesn’t allow her guests any moment of complacency because I was summarily dragged inside and upstairs to one of the rooms. I was deposited on my belly on a bondagebed and attached to a dangling spider’s web of chains. Soon I was suspended of the ground, a good meter above the floor. I was now fully exposed from all directions and Jay predated upon my vulnerability to her hearts delight.

“Next to the clinicum” and again Mrs Jay motioned me along after I touched down from my suspense. I had a moment to be dizzy and whirled into the comfortable bedroom. Soon I realized I had taken the wrong door. I remembered that it’s possible to rent a dungeon in the Mansion, and that you can even spent the night there.

Opening the right door I emerged in the clinicum, adorned with that gynaecological chair so many dread and adore. Sitting in it is nothing terrifying for me, and when Mrs. Jay gets into her subject material when in that chair, she strips away all barriers and masks completely. When blindfolded you just have to wait what therapy will come next, and last time when I was in that chair she threw every trick in the book at me. When I am in that chair, sensations range from torture to bliss and anything in between those and some as far removed from either.



Always the moment comes when the blindfold is removed and I am liberated from the chair. Usually Mrs. Jay ‘robustly debriefs’ her subjects in the interrogation room with the adjacent prison cell. She has always something in store that is unexpected and surprising. With a chain attached to the wall and another snapped to my neck, I was manoeuvred in a strenuous, half seated position. Sometimes when I express a fetish to my Mistress she invariably pushes the envelope of what I can bear, as was the case when I had enquired about solitary confinement.  
That mattress which I could only touch with my toes now looked remarkably comfortable.

Looking out beyond this cage I spied a contraption halfway between fitness appliance and a horrible thing. This unique device is a study in versatility, and allows a person to be strapped down in any number of ways, always exposing the most tender spots of the male anatomy completely. Every inch of them and all of them... !



After what felt like ages (Just an hour? three hours? ... my sense of time had all abandoned me) the lights changed from dimmed to bright and Jay liberated me from my discomfort. “and now for the grande finale” she divulged with an eerie grin, and she marched me into the large studio. I wasn’t the only one in there with her – because the bondage frame had now been hoisted well to the ceiling and a masked anonymous slave was sandwiched tightly between the ceiling and the metal frame! Mistress Christine, who visits Jay’s Mansion on a regular basis, was standing to the side, looking on purring with satisfaction. After Christine had left the studio, Mistress Jay gave me the coup le grace, using the remainder of the many tools, toys and torments in quite an elaborate BDSM play.



Yet again I was strapped in, in some novel appliance She had ordered over from Great Britain. I’d best describe it as a most unorthodox electric chair, but specifically reserved for bondage, offering some remarkable functionalities. The thing has a metal head cap restraint, and a rack holding numerous options for nipple torture and CBT. Knowing Jay she had implemented a multifunctional monstrosity where she has all options at her disposal to unleash her most darkest delights on you.



Like always, Mistress Jay takes everything and comes back for seconds. I was left exhausted and tingling up and down. Even she was just spent. I could barely walk under the shower and stood there, half in a trance, and I couldn’t stop smiling. When I was dressed again I had a brief evaluating conversation with Her.



I was filled with inspiration – looking forward to another game, and hurried to make another appointment. After a warm good-bye, and a hug and a kiss from both delightful ladies, both Jay and Christine (what can a slave wish for anymore!!) I floated back to my car, wholly alive and renewed.