Red Boots and Nipple Training

I had no clue as to which direction Mistress Maggie wanted to take my training today. Her calling mail had not given me a scoobie doo, but I knew that whatever Maggie had planned would be exciting and hopefully entertaining for her, and if that was achieved I would be extremely happy. However, when Maggie opened the door to The Chambers it was immediately unmistakable that if I played my cards right I would be in for a real treat, as Mistress’s piss pants were on prominent display through the backless skirt she was wearing. The bladder remained disappointingly empty as it swayed tantalisingly right in my eyeline as we mounted the stairs. It is almost impossible to describe the excitement and thrill this vision generates, suffice is to say it takes me right into the zone of where I can serve my Mistress in any way she wants.

Reaching the playroom my first act was the worship of Mistress’s spectacular red over the knee boots. These are comfortable for my Mistress to wear having little to no heels, being PVC they are so smooth and it is a great experience to lick and kiss them all the way from heel to just above the knee, once more being careful not to overstep the boot tops. Each time I lick to the boot tops I am greeted with that magnificent vista of the bladder in Mistress’s piss pants, unfortunately still empty.

The occasional crop across my naked skin reminds me not to stray into forbidden territory. It appears to be becoming part of my training that after the boot worship I am immediately asked to turn around and reverse towards Maggie, where my butt plug is lubed up and waiting to be inserted into its home.

Now hooded with a very comfortable latex hood, I was spreadeagled on the bed and secured with the wrist and ankle cuffs that usually adorn the 4 corners. A nice, helpless situation to be in until things start to be more playful for Maggie but painful for her slave. ‘I’ll start with something that’s not too demanding’, said Mistress as she applied a pair of soft grip pegs to my nipples.

I must admit my nipples have become complacent and this corrective nipple training has been long overdue. Not content with the nipple pegs, Mistress disappeared to retrieve another set of pegs that were spaced out along a stout length of string. I think I was about to be subjected to what is called zipping? There was some amusement and not unsubstantial relief when some of the pegs broke, plastic pegs are prone to that type of failure, but unfortunately there were still sufficient good ones to continue with Mistress’s plans.

The first round of zipping concentrated on applying pegs to my balls. You know what is coming. You try and steel yourself but it is still a shock as Maggie pulls on the cord and the pegs are removed in rapid succession, biting on my scrotal flesh until they have to let go. It didn't half make me jump and I was thankful for the ankle straps, they prevented me from really kicking off. It was a good effort for Maggie’s first attempt, but as you’d expect, she insisted on more practice to make sure her technique was perfect.

The pegs were reattached but this time both my cock and balls would be included. Now that I knew what to expect, I was a little concerned about my ability to cope with my cock and balls being zipped, thank goodness again for those ankle straps! And just for good luck, Mistress decided a third zipping would be beneficial for my soul! It certainly would; anything that makes Maggie happy is good for my soul and I braced myself, firmly clinging on to the restraints for my dear life. I hadn’t benefitted from such an unzipping for quite a while, and all the time my cock and balls were being zipped the insidious ache in my nipples from their pegs was steadily growing in intensity. Fortunately they were not part of Mistress’s sadistic zip line!

There’s never a session where I don’t engage with some latex, and under Maggie’s instruction I had brought my Invincible catsuit today. With a little help from Maggie it was quickly on and zipped up and a collar with a hanging back strap was secured around my neck along with my personal slave collar. The four shackles from the bed came out again and applied to my ankles and wrists. I was back in familiar, fully rubberised territory and more than happy when Mistress hooked on a dog lead so as to take me for a walk, to retrieve further items for later use. A cardboard box was collected from her bedroom wardrobe and given to me to carry, then on to the Clinic to collect an aromas pump hose.

When we returned to The Playroom Mistress indicated that the box contained her ceremonial high heeled red PVC boots. Ceremonial because their spiky heels are way too high for normal use anymore, but they were sexier than the flat soled ones I had worshipped earlier. I then had one of those wonderful moments as Maggie lay on the bed and I gently removed her working boots and  pulled on her ceremonials. These boots were also much longer and as my licks and kisses reached the tops I was within 2 centimetres of her piss pant’s still empty bladder. Obviously I didn't stray, I am too well trained for that type of mistake, though my mind wandered to a time when I’m sucking on its contents, which hopefully would be before the day has finished. Once Maggie was satisfied with the cleaning, the ceremonials were carefully removed and  packed away until another grand occasion and Maggie's flat ones pulled back on.

I understood now why the cuffs were reapplied as I was secured to The Cell door for further preparations. The first of which was an electric chastity device, then far worse more nipple clamps. If I thought the pegs hurt, these new ones really made me wince, I am sure my eyes were watering behind the latex mask. These little buggers weren’t at all heavy, but made up for it by having serrated teeth and the bite of a shark! Both nipples were starting to regret not having refresher training earlier, they were behaving like wimps and starting to be REALLY sensitive.

Once satisfied that the nipples were receiving suitable 'training' Mistress had me turn round and replaced my own butt plug with an electro one, which fitted nicely and was as comfortable as the one it replaced, until the juice was turned on. It was however, pleasantly tingly and did help to redirect my thoughts a little, away from my aching nipples.

Directed to lie on my side on the rug, the ankle and wrist straps were once again brought into use as was the back strap that had been casually hanging down my back just chilling. My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to D rings on the back strap with carabiners. A most effective hog tie; if I pulled too hard with my legs the back strap tightened and I started to choke, so I thought the best course was to lie still on my side while my tortured nipples we’re being given a rest. 

Maggie's panties were stuffed in my mouth, followed by a hood made of a stretchy mesh material, a strip of red gaffer was applied across my mouth, not tight but sufficient to keep the panties in place, a blindfold completed my revised dressing, and, my nipple training started again!

At this point I would like to have said that I was incredibly lucky in my current situation but the pesky nipple clamps really took all my concentration. Mistress had applied two insect broaches to the nipples, a dangly metal type, it took a minute for Mistress to decide that a ladybird and dragonfly be chosen for this job, and they both had spiky jaws. These just enhanced my 'training' experience. As an aside, the last time I wore these, they were on my cock and balls when crawling through nettles. I said at the time we should have killed them off with insect spray! Fortunately, Mistress left me to quietly contemplate my situation and did not apply any further torment to my nipples etc. and as compensation I continued to receive some gentle comfort from the two electric devices still humming away in the background.

As a reward for being compliant and obedient, Mistress finally decided that a drink was in order. As she straddled me, I could hear the gentle tinkle as the piss pant's bladder started to fill with nectar. It goes without saying that Maggie removed the tape and panties before guiding the piss tube into my waiting lips, and to my extreme delight while bending down she decided to kill two birds with one stone and pulled the nip clamps off.

I sucked and I sucked, much to Mistress amusement as nothing emerged down the tube, so I sucked again and this time Maggie had opened the tap and I was able to receive a welcome rehydration. I was thirsty by now and consumed every last drop that was offered. Nothing spilt, a drained pair of piss pants and a very happy rehydrated slave.

I have learnt a lot from my owner in the wonderful times I have spent being trained and one such trait is the ability to provide assistance to Mistress when she wants to suspend me from the overhead. I know it is not easy for Mistress to lift and stretch to attach the large D suspension arm, so I do it. I know that the suspension harness is heavy to lift so I now do it, under supervision of course. I feel I am becoming more useful to Mistress, I can even raise my legs into the stirrups and once both legs are secured I am flying. An inflated anaesthesia hood made sure I didn't see much of the ride because it had no eye holes. And there I could have hung happily swaying, receiving regular boosters from the aromas pump and steadily breathing in and out through the rebreather bag. 

However, that wasn't the end of my nipple training and I sensed Mistress derived great pleasure from re-attaching the insect clips, then occasionally swapping them from one nipple to the other, ensuring her subject was really benefitting from their deadly embrace. The application of a leather cock harness provided Mistress with some purchase whenever she wanted to get me swinging. Pumped aromas kept me in a wonderfully euphoric state whilst trying to remind myself that the discomfort in my nipples was what Mistress wanted and so it was good for my soul.

Now back at home my nipples were still tingling when I showered in the evening. The warm shafts of water brought back beautiful memories of the session we had just experienced, and after a while in the shower I was able to face the torrent without flinching. It took almost a week for the crustiness and sensitivity in my nipples to fully subside and on occasions I would just stand and massage my buds and remember how fortunate I am to be under Mistress Maggie's control.

Live Wire Act

I really receive intense satisfaction and immense pleasure from being able to act as Mistress Maggie’s guinea pig or crash test dummy. Both pig and dummy fit my status as her slave, but the important part is that it allows me to fulfil my promise to do everything Mistress asks, immediately and without question. I also get pleasure in knowing I am helping other subjects receive the most wonderful tested experiences. Mistress treats me like a responsible (almost) slave and always gives me a comprehensive explanation of any new projects she wishes to test on me, and I in turn am expected to give comprehensive feedback about the effects and affects of the new procedure.

Sometimes Mistress gives a hint about what she has planned during a session in the calling mails she sends to me, and this time the hint was accurate.

Your Mistress will be training you to perform in her live wire act. 

From that I gathered it would be a new experience involving electrics and I wasn’t wrong. The thought of some new testing had my pulse racing and other parts stirring on my way to The Chambers.

Nice day, arrived on time to be greeted by my owner in a fetching nurses outfit of brief black latex leotard, gloves and stockings held up with statement red suspenders which really accentuated her beautiful legs, all topped off with her red nurses cap and sinister black cross. I was back where I wanted and needed to be.

I returned from the Bathroom where I’d been instructed to change into my black latex socks and gloves and assumed my kneeling position ready to worship Mistress’s footwear. To my surprise before starting my work, Mistress had me turn round and crawl backwards towards her chair until my bottom was caressing her open thighs. For a brief moment it was very exciting as I could feel her stockings, but in rapid time my arse was lubed up and my red butt plug was lodged in its home like a rat up a drainpipe.

Now I could start my boot worship which I was able to do feeling stuffed in the rear. I was honoured; well Mistress said I was honoured, to receive encouragement from her oldest 9 tail whip to encourage her subject with the homage.  Mistress used it moderately to ensure my tongue moved diligently. The encouragement is never needed as I was already well under Maggie’s spell and enjoying the caress of the 9 tail, 

Moments later I received a gentle stroke through my hair, yep I still have a reasonable covering, and was told the time had come to get into my rubber.Today I’d be wearing my thick working suit that Maggie had measured me up for when I was buying latex wear from Invincible. The routine is tried and tested. A little talc to assist dressing, gently massaging to distribute the talc within the suit but without spilling it on the carpet, and by now I am able to largely don the suit under my own steam. Ankle and wrist zips fastened and all that remains is a quick polish by Mistress. I love the feeling of standing arms outstretched as Mistress gently rubs a towel to remove any smears of powder that have found their way onto the surface of her rubbered slave.

Now suited and shiny, Mistress grabbed the ring on my collar and led me through to The Clinic, needless to say I followed! On arrival I was inserted into a simple red latex straight jacket which captured my arms in a sweet embrace. The couch had been covered with a cream latex sheet which I was to lie on. Once my legs had been secured in the raised stirrups. Maggie opened my crotch zip in order to expose my butt plugged bum. Toying with a string of anal beads that she was holding up for me to view she said, ‘There’s only one place for these to go isn’t there slave?’. My butt plug was removed and the string of balls quickly crowded into that obvious place. ‘Ahh, there’s still plenty of room left in there’, she said and promptly reinserted my butt plug alongside the balls. That raised a titter from Maggie and a big smile from me, while down below something else was raised as well. Another first and surprisingly comfortable too.

Mistress raised the back of the couch so I could sit almost bolt upright and began strapping me securely in place. She explained that she was going to attempt a nasal tube insertion, a procedure that was only 50% successful on a previous occasion. The tubes came out of a sterilisation pouch and were lubed up before being gently inserted, right nostril first. My gag reflex was considerable as the tube bent round, but I was pleased and relieved when Mistress said she could see it at the back of my throat With long forceps at the ready she was able to grab the tube and guide it out through my mouth. The same for my left nostril ensued leaving me with two tubes, one per nostril with good lengths protruding from my mouth. Hurray, we had accomplished what we had failed to achieve last time.

Fitting the white latex hood on me was a simple matter of feeding the nasal tubes through the appropriate holes then zipping up the back. Mistress then joined the ends of the hoses to create a rubber ring in each nostril. This training served the purpose of bringing me closer to being able to wear a hood that has long integrated nasal tubes, an idea that Mistress knows I’ve been fascinated with for some time.

Mistress was struggling with lifting the heavy extension that she was now fitting to the couch. I wish I could have helped but I was securely strapped down and was wearing the straight jacket! Mistress persisted until it snapped into place. She didn’t need to struggle to open my crotch zip further though, and with a swift twiddle and tie had my cock and balls securely roped tight.

Not wanting her guinea pig to be leaving the table mid operation, Mistress chose to catheterise me; a procedure which is becoming harder and harder due to the tightness of my foreskin, which now restricts access to my urethra. Eventually I did experience the familiar thrill I get whenever I surrender my bladder control to my Mistress, when after around five minutes of hit and miss, she eventually slipped it in.

And now the real guinea pig duties were explained. Maggie was going to weave a sterile steel wire into my cock which would be used to create an electric circuit and a second circuit would be created using a piercing needle as an electrode. Having the wire inserted was a little uncomfortable but not painful, Maggie threaded the wire through the skin on my shaft in four places, and I was being fed hearty applications of a rather nice aroma through an anaesthetic mask during the whole procedure. I am so well trained to accept needles that I barely felt anything when she added the piercing needles to her arrangement. 

Maggie aired her disappointment at the amount of blood the wire had caused, she is not afraid of blood but does consider spilled blood unhygienic, as a result she tries to keep any bleeding to a minimum wherever possible. Besides the little bleed, the stitching had progressed well and it was time to start adding some electrics. Two electro pads were attached at the top of my legs to allow the two electric circuits to be complete and we were ready for the live wire act that I’d been advised I’d be performing in!

The two circuits started well and worked for a time at acceptable levels, until a most excruciating belt across my cock and balls had me shrieking like a guinea pig for Mistress. We managed to stop the shriek and proceeded with a few blasts of the remedial juice I’d been inhaling. When the same thing happened a second time, Mistress turned off the circuits and declared that she will not be using this method in future and so the ‘live wire performance’ was concluded. We decided that the two circuits could interfere with each other too easily by using the wire, creating a powerful shock, and the movement caused by my excitement may have contributed. This is one new procedure that will not be inflicted on other slaves and I have completed my role of pig-cum-crash test dummy. Win win for me and other slaves.

The cath’s bung was removed and I was finally able to release what felt like a gallon of pent up pee into a collection bag. I was so glad about this, because what followed next may well have forced a tsunami of pee from its reservoir!

As a reward for the guinea piggery, Mistress granted me a good long pegging. She told me that she’d applied a hook through my foreskin to keep my cock and balls nicely tied out of the way, which was strange because I hadn’t noticed, maybe because I was so relieved that the electrics were off. There wasn't enough room alongside the beads and butt plug already occupying my ass to slip a strap on dildo in as well, so these were removed. With all the room created, the huge dildo didn’t feel as huge as it had looked and slid in smoothly and so sensually as Mistress proceeded to give my bum a complete and thorough workout. The first one for a while, one that I was grateful to receive and I loved it.

I think it is fair to say that other slaves will not be subjected to the live electrified wire and I am really grateful for everything that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience, and as I said at the start, I love being a guinea pig for my owner.

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Completely Knackered

This session turned out to be one of the most exhausting ones that I have lived through. It all started well when Mistress Maggie ushered me in to The Chambers wearing her stunning red latex catsuit, open faced latex hood topped off with her red pony tail. But the most alluring part of her suit was the front zip’s position, which had been teasingly pulled down to reveal her beautiful breasts presented in a black latex bra. Mistress knows that I am mesmerised by her wonderful physique and I was already well into my submissive/subservient zone before we even mounted the stairs. The open zip torture and that of those wonderfully flowing latex covered buttocks inches from my ogling eyes had me, once again, completely under her spell by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

After I’d laid my red latex suit out on the bed I was told to present myself in black latex socks and matching gloves. I do try to wear my socks for the journey to the Chambers because they are the most difficult to put on when in an excited state, I have also been tempted to wear the gloves but I think Mistress would frown on that, as for attempting to wear other latex under my normal clothes, a definite no no, because in the past Mistress hasn’t approved of me arriving sweaty and especially with sweaty bollocks, leaving with them is fine but they are difficult to grab when moist! Another thing that can be difficult to grab when moist is my butt plug, but today Mistress wasted no time in getting it stuffed up my arse.

Anyway, I returned as instructed and set about my boot worship duties. Mistress was giving my arse, back and anywhere else that took her fancy a right good walloping with what turned out to be a brand new slapper. Its strokes certainly had a sharp bite and she’d nicknamed it her ‘dog whip’. A very suitable name for what was about to transpire during the session

‘Do you have any idea what we might be doing today slave?’, asked Maggie. Of course I hadn’t as the calling mail had given very little by way of a clue. ‘You are going to be my dog’, she said with a big grin. I found it rather strange that Mistress fitted her ‘dog’ with a rather snug fitting lower harness and then had me jump into my red catsuit, after all what would the harness be used for once hidden? On reflection, I had thought it was just another method employed at making her dog more obedient. As an aside, the harness was so tight that it left a memento round my stomach for 24 hours after we finished. Or was the harness to be used to secure a plug-in dog tail once my own stretcher butt plug was removed? I soon found the latter to be the case.

It was at this point Mistress explained that I was to behave like the dog I had become. I was to forget being a loyal slave and operate as a loyal and totally obedient dog. The last word I was allowed was to offer my name as Rufus and that is what I became for the rest of my doggy day. 

Mistress explained that she had secreted several small toys around the Playroom for her pet to retrieve, but as I was a renowned sniffer dog I was to be allowed something to sniff before beginning my ‘fetch’ exercises. But first, I was to get more into character by wearing a doggy hood that came with a snap-on snout. Now this was the clever vehicle for delivering my sniffer aromas. Mistress soaked a hanky in aromas and popped it inside the snout attached to my dog hood. Wow or should I say woof. That hit the spot as Mistress sent me off through the ‘garden’ to sniff out my first prize. I should mention at this point that Maggie had carefully extracted my cock and balls from the suit leaving them exposed and the ‘garden’ consisted of potted nettle plants.

Who said dogs aren’t smart? I cocked my leg whilst traversing the garden so as to raise my balls above the stingers and proceeded very quickly to hunt and retrieve my first find. This dog was perhaps a little too smart because Mistress told me off before insisting 'you must go through the garden to find your toys', she also decided to give me a couple of paws in the form of padded leather mitts. Poor dog. That ended the easy pick-ups. In fact when I found my next prize, a dog bowl full of fresh pee, there was no way to safely lift it with the mitts on and I did spill a drop on the carpet until I learned to slide the bowl inch by inch back to Maggie. Another dose of aromas enhanced my sense of smell as I enjoyed an long sniff at the pee bowl I had found. (A fact you probably already know is a dog has up to 300 million olfactory receptors in its nose,  compared to about six million in humans).

Finds came thick and fast after that; a dog lead under the rug, to be used in a subsequent activity, a bone behind the curtain, a pair of nipple clamps under the end of the bed which proved most ineffective to wear due to the already sweaty nipples, and a dog brush under the centre of the bed, this had a special ‘prize’ sticker attached to it which meant Mistress would give her pet a good brushing. Rufus didn’t like that at all. I always keep my cock and balls clean shaven but Mistress gave them a good prolonged brushing until it was evident that I'd recived my prize. Now this bloody dog brush had very sharp unyielding bristles, and when coupled with the sensitivity they were already feeling from the nettle stings the experience was unbearable and I was howling for mercy.

The final three items took a little finding particularly with sore balls and there was no way I could sit and just lick them better, sometimes the attributes of a real dog would have been most beneficial! I located a vibrator under the rug in the Cage, a soft toy under the pillow, woof woof and finally a plastic doggy bag that had been hidden under the bed.

I found this series of fetching incredibly taxing and pleaded for frequent pawses. Despite having been wearing knee pads my knees were starting to ache, which prompted Maggie to apply some first aid in the form of bandages around them and some anaesthetic in the form of aroma top up to her sniffer dog’s nose. But all was right with the world as I was finally allowed to drink from my doggy bowl, where with the aid of a straw I finished all the pee and was once more ready and eager to resume as Rufus.  

The plastic doggy bag I had retrieved had a 'top dog' label which Mistress said had earned me the reward of 5 minutes gazing at my owner once it was tightly sealed around my neck. My puppy dog eyes looked out at Mistress with pure adoration and love and I felt a little of that loyalty that I know a dog must feel for a kind, caring owner. . .  and then the bag steamed up and I was panting heavily from the air deprivation. Rufus went as far as shaking his head desperately his head desperately before Mistress gave him air.

Mistress said she’d had the wild idea of turning me into a flying dog, but given that it might be a hard thing to achieve she asked my opinion and we discussed the logistics. Imagining myself as a flying dog for a moment I naturally woofed my approval and began contemplating the relaxation I’d experience from being suspended off my aching knees. Out came the very heavy leather harness, I was able to help with the heavier task of supporting and climbing into it while Maggie buckled me in, and I was soon ready to be hoisted on the Overhead Gantry.

The first attempt was a little ungainly because my legs dangled and touched the ground. Not to be out smarted by a dog leg, Maggie retrieved several restraints and set about chaining up her dog.  A leather hogtie arrangement secured front paws to back paws, chains were used to change my angle and support my legs in a bent position. Slowly but steadily I was winched off the ground and Mistress had her flying dog. This was a most ideal position to admire my Mistress and those fantastic bosoms, wagging my doggy tail and letting out a couple of woofs was my way of letting Mistress know she had a happy dog. 

Ah yes, the nipple clamps that had been so kind as to fall off earlier had not been forgotten, now successfully hung from my nipples Mistress used them to gently rock her pet backwards and forwards. Even then I was able to wag my tail, perhaps a little less vigorously than before and the woofs might have been tinged with a little wouwfh as the clamps bit a little deeper.

Once again Mistress knew EXACTLY which buttons to push to maintain her iron grip over my emotions and feelings as she lay on the bed immediately under my hanging form. Yes the front zip exposed her beautiful latex clad bosom and yes all I could do in my chains was wag my tail and inhale from another welcome pad of aromas lodged inside my snout.

After Maggie had completed her sensual bed teasing, it was time for release. By this time I was completely knackered and Mistress sent me off to curl up in my doggy bed in the corner of the Cell.

I hope this blog has given the reader some insight as to why this slave is willing to do anything to please my Mistress, including becoming her pet dog for a day. I am besotted, totally obedient and totally loyal to her. A final note to myself, I promised to locate some more appropriate and durable knee pads because I really don’t want to disappoint Mistress next time she wants to take her pet for a walk. And who ever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? This old dog is constantly learning from Mistress Maggie. Woof woof.

No Sweat Slave

It was an incredible spring afternoon as I approached the Chambers. There was just a slight chill in the air but not enough to dampen the thoughts of another rare outdoor adventure. After all, what else would a self-respecting slave expect when the calling email from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘ …Your Mistress thinks it might be nice to enjoy some greenery… ‘

Could we be taking a nice stroll in the park, perhaps with me wearing my latex working suit under…?? Well, the reality was far from my thoughts as Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I could tell she wasn’t really dressed for outdoor adventures. Once more my Mistress had my head in a spin and heading in the totally wrong direction. That is one of the reasons I will do anything for her, she knows my thoughts, she knows how to wind me up and most importantly knows how to tune my mind to her way of thinking.

Following Mistress up the stairs, I met the same familiar feeling I always do whenever I gaze at the physique that is inches from my eyes, generally I am very well behaved and try not to overstep the boundaries, and once again I refrained from planting a kiss. I wonder if one day Mistress will allow me to take a picture from my view on the stairs? Well, I can hope.

In the Playroom Maggie had her new heater on high and the room was pleasantly warm verging on hot. I gathered I might be in for a hot sweaty session but first I was restricted to latex socks and gloves as the warm air wafted around my exposed body. Maggie was wearing knee boots and on instruction I fell to the ground where I eagerly set about my task of cleaning them with a little encouragement from her stout riding crop. Mistress informed me that she had already cleaned them earlier and only a little polishing was necessary. It didn’t hinder my sense of complete servitude as I continued with my worship which always comes with the bonus of an occasional glance upwards to see a happy smiling, beautiful face, and the knowledge that Mistress is in charge of a very willing servant.

If previous patterns were being followed, today would involve mainly Clinic time and I wasn’t wrong this time. Once I had laid my Invincible latex suit out for airing and warming, I was led through to the Clinic and invited to sit on the couch which was draped with a soft green plastic sheet. Another thing I noticed as we entered was the warmth emanating from another new room heater making the clinic considerably warmer than the Playroom. I sat down on the plastic and immediately I could feel myself starting to stick. It is a rather nice feeling that I normally associate with the latex sheets and I must admit that the touch of the plastic was most exciting. Perhaps Mistress is exploring other areas of my libido and guiding me towards plastic as well as rubber? As I said Mistress reads me like an open book.

Mistress brought out a soft, thick rubber spongy type of thing and used it to cover my mouth, the likes of which I have never encountered before. It was roughly the shape of an eye shade. It wasn’t a blindfold, only shaped like one and it was extremely effective at keeping a slave silent and covered my mouth completely. Like any well trained slave, I held it in place whilst Maggie wound a stretchy bandage tightly round my head to secure the gag in place. Not content with a mouth covering I think Mistress got carried away in the thrill of the moment and continued to wind the stretchy bandage round and round until my head was completely mummified, apart from my nose which allowed me a plentiful supply of nice, warm air. Through the bandage all I could 'see' was a creamy glow which didn’t even allow me to follow Mistress’s shadow as she moved quietly round her subject.

In for a penny, I complied immediately with the instruction to have my wrists shackled behind me with the clinic’s tough white leather wrist cuffs, these were so expertly and tightly applied by Maggie, as was the posture collar to stop me from nodding off!. Blind and shackled, the excitement was growing and growing as to what my owner wanted to do with her plaything.

I didn’t have long to wait before finding out some of her plans, as Mistress was now applying the metal ball stretcher to encourage ball sac growth. When I say applying, I mean my mischievous balls were willing to participate except they were definitely NOT exhibiting the good training they have previously received. One of them did a Houdini and managed to escape, then did exactly the same escapology act on Maggie’s second attempt at capturing the pair of them, I wondered whether she might chastise them. ‘You’ve obviously been doing far too much wanking slave. I want full balls next time’, she said. The one remaining ball was left stretching as we moved onto the ‘greenery’ phase, not that I was aware at the time what was being applied. 

The first contact was a copious application of some form of lubricant on and around both nipples. The second contact was the fixing and pumping of two breast cups, one on either side, and at that point I came into contact with some greenery in the shape of stingy nettles. Maggie quietly said these were her first crop and a special treat for my nipples. As I’ve mentioned in previous nettle related blogs, the early small twigs really are the lethal ones and these were no exception. A few more pumps to each breast cup made my chest really swell up and I got the full flavour of this year’s fresh greenery. 

That wasn’t the only pumping that Maggie was doing during this part of my training, a smaller suction cup was also applied to the one remaining stretched ball, as a present for being well behaved. Meanwhile at the top end I was being administered with some rather nice and relaxing pumped aromas through an anaesthetic mask that Mistress presented over my nose. Mistress really does know how to look after her subjects.

Now un-bandaged and with the breast cups removed we briefly returned to the Playroom so I could clamber into my Invincible working suit, the quick insertion of my trusty butt plug rubberised me a little further and it was back to the Clinic for part two. We were both to dress in the plastic hazmat suits that had been quietly hanging on the wall, the intention was to have a heated session isolated in our suits and enjoy some shared breathing through a bubble bottle that was arranged on the Gas Station.

There was even more greenery as we helped each other into the hazmat suits. It had been a while since we last wore them and it took quite a bit of muddling around before we were both warmly inserted in our green plastic. Before we went any further Maggie insisted that we perform a safety check, to see whether we were able to unzip our hoods with the oversized gloves we now had on, ensuring that a quick escape could be achieved if need be. Mistress is for ever cautious about her subjects and this time was FAR more important as it involved Mistresses safety too. 

Next came the rubber boots. I had been instructed to bring mine and was delighted to be able to help Maggie pull her boots on as well. Anyway, why put your own boots on when you have a willing slave to do the work? Our Israeli gas masks went on along with breathing hoses fed through the rear openings in the hazmats. With the two hoses joined with a T connector we could both go on to breathe through the bubbles.

However, I knew my Mistress was becoming exhausted from all the exertion of organising suits, gas masks and apparatus etc. and all I wanted to do was try and help ease the burden. She does like a few photos, so it didn’t help when to top everything off the camera tripod started to droop for some unfathomable reason. The only option was for Maggie to try to stabilise it wearing the most inappropriate pair of gloves! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was suffering heat exhaustion as well, as it was getting decidedly warm inside. It was time for a break, to allow Maggie to just sit down and have chance to cool down.

After the trials and tribulations of the journey we were both finally able to enjoy the fruits of Maggie’s labour’s. Totally enclosed in our plastic suits, plumbed into the Gas Station and breathing steadily we were bubbling away. Maggie climbed onto the couch and we were able to enjoy some cuddle time. Even through the hazmats, Mistress looked and felt so magnificent that there was a danger of my hand straying into forbidden areas. Not that that was likely!

As a lovely conclusion to the session I was left on the couch on my own, and as I was no longer sharing air with my Mistress I had intoxicating aromas blended with my bubbles. I was so happy and relaxed that I just lay quietly and luxuriated in the experiences that I had been allowed to have. However, Mistress appeared with a final surprise in the shape of her Hitachi wand which she played over my plastic and rubber coated groin, adding excitement to my already awesome situation. Another perfect session and one that just reinforces why I am so devoted to my perfect Mistress Maggie.

Ah yes, just one final comment about the title of the blog, 'no sweat slave'. Previously, when I was quite a bit younger, I would have been dripping sweat from all parts of my latex suit to such an extent that I would need to stand on a towel to avoid drenching the Playroom carpet each time I undressed. On this occasion, even with the room hotter than on all previous occasions, hardly any liquid spilled out when I de-suited. Perhaps it is all part of my conditioning towards becoming a better slave, or perhaps as I get old I just don’t sweat as much? I wonder if a medical study is required?

Perfect Podiatry

I hadn't a Scoobie about today’s session. Mistress Maggie , as frequently happens, threw her slave a curved ball and announced -

'Pack your kitbag with your Invincible suit, black accessories and trusty butt plug’.

All I could glean was that it was going to be a fun session and in black! No matter though, because any other thoughts I’d had paled into insignificance when Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I was greeted by an absolutely stunning sight, Mistress was in her tight fitting black latex catsuit trimmed with red, a statement piece of a red belt hung around her waistline and she sported a complimenting shorter red hairstyle. The catsuit accentuated all of her best bits, that is all over by the way, and already I was deeply back under her spell.

When Maggie stopped two steps from the top of the staircase I couldn’t help myself, I just had to plant one kiss on her right cheek. The one immediately in front of my ogling eyes and covered in shiny latex, I wouldn’t dare to try a similar move on any other of her cheeks. Fortunately either Mistress didn't seem to notice or I hadn't overstepped my boundaries, because I didn't receive any form of admonishment. Phew!

On reaching the Playroom and having all our introductory pleasantries complete, I brought out a couple of items that I thought may help Mistress and make her life easier when tightening chains, restraining slaves etc. and I was asked to spend a little time demonstrating their uses. As usual, with most of my ill thought out suggestions, I don’t think Mistress was immediately taken with their usefulness, but she agreed to examine the items at her leisure and think about their practicalities.

The demo had taken much more than a few moments which resulted in a shorter time for worship, a shame really because after my sneaked kiss on the stairs I was feeling incredibly subservient, and bowing down before her ready to take care of her boots I was right in the zone for pleasing my Mistress. My curtailed time resulted in an unexpected instruction. ‘One kiss to each boot slave’, she said, and that was it! As I have frequently said, you cannot anticipate Maggie’s next move and that is what contributes to the superb dynamism of all my training sessions and my relationship with my Mistress.

I was soon out of my boring outdoor clothes and standing super shiny in my Invincible catsuit, matched up with black latex socks and gloves. Once my latex work hood was applied I became an all-black, (nothing to do with New Zealand rugby), latex slave. The hood is superb to wear but later on did play its part in a premature end to the session.

Next I was on the bed with my bum in the air having my trusty butt plug installed. Even though it fits in easily, I always experience that little shudder of delight as the final rib seals itself in place. 

Now, fully plugged and rubbered, Mistress took hold of the ring in my slave collar and guided me through to the Clinic. To my amazement and complete delight, Maggie elegantly raised herself onto the couch and reclined with a leg in each stirrup and announced that care of her feet was long overdue. I had been allowed to do this before, so just got on with it!

Now her position REALLY flustered me. Imagine the scene, the most beautiful Mistress recumbent on the couch, legs wide open and very relaxed. I mean I really didn’t know where to look. Her beautiful private parts clad in glorious tight rubber were right in front of my eyes, I decided that the only sane course of action was to totally avoid looking at Mistress’s abdomen by sitting at right angles to do the pedicure.

It had been a while since Mistress granted me the privilege of attending to her feet, but fortunately all the procedures came flooding back. Gently undo the zip and ease off the boot, remove the sock and then off you go. As an aside, it is very sensible to wear conventional socks, as I have found to my cost that wearing latex ones can lead to sock damage through stretching. Back to the pedicure, Mistress pointed me in the direction of her disposable glove supplies, then gloved and in charge of an emery board I got to work. Maggie highlighted which bits of her foot needed care and attention. As you would expect I worked very carefully in the designated areas, asking Mistress to check on my progress at fairly frequent intervals. 

On a couple of occasions I managed to locate a ticklish spot on Mistress’s feet and her delightful laugh was music to my ears. I will not disclose that delightful spot, but I was feeling a little mischievous and approached that special spot a few more times just to hear that wonderful laugh. Once I had finished both feet to Maggie’s satisfaction I gently applied foot cream and finally managed a couple more kisses on each big toe. Well, I had to make up for the initial short worship session, didn't I?

Rebooting was the reverse of de-booting. Sock on, boots on and zipped, ending with a satisfied Mistress and a VERY pleased slave. I was somewhat proud that I had avoided staring at Mistress in her latex with her legs spread wide for the pedicure. I felt like I had been really useful for a change.

It was my turn next on the couch and not for a pedicure. I was to have a catheter fitted, as usual it was cleanly inserted in a sterile environment and Mistress planned on having me filling up the rubber catheter bag today, last used by me on our day trip to Chorley. At this stage the catheter remained plugged and the bag unattached. The final clinical act was the replacement of my own butt plug with an inflatable vibrating version. Yes it was inflated later to quite a volume and yes the vibrations sent pleasant sensations coursing through my lower parts!

Paying attention to the wires leading to the zipped up butt plug I was led back to the Playroom where a totally different activity awaited me. I had mentioned at the last session how it might be interesting to be mummified in a standing position and that was exactly what Mistress had planned. We had discussed how this could be made easier and safer for Mistress and the first bit was to sit me down, cling film my shoulders and apply gaffer tape over the top to provide the foundations for later.

Next I was strapped into the leather body harness that would be keeping me upright followed by attention to feet. Same principle. Cling film followed by tape up to and just above my knees, leaving a temporary gap so I could bend knees while I stood up ready for the final taping. The stool was used to good effect to rest my taped feet and thus reduce the strain on Maggie as she did up the thighs. 

Bend knees, stand up with Maggie’s assistance and once the body harness was connected to the ceiling rig I could sway but not fall over. Unfortunately, in the act of standing it was essential that I grab the overhead to steady myself, which totally disrupted the neck and shoulder taping, and as I was towering over Mistress she thought the best course would be to remove the, by now, ungainly shoulder wrapping. I couldn’t help thinking that the two tools we discussed at the start would have been useful here, thus saving Mistress more strain.

The Playroom mirror was adjusted so I could watch my transformation from latex slave to silver mummy; Maggie smoothing her hands over my gaffer tape skin, fashioning holes in my covering to allow butt plug and catheter tubes to be threaded through to the outside, seeing myself being pumped, vibrated and drained at her will. It is a highly erotic sight to see your shape disappearing as Maggie progresses with her wrapping, until I ended up looking like a bag of spuds in silver foil or perhaps a crisp packet?

The rubber catheter bag was now fitted in place and instead of taping my head Mistress deployed the system mask. Because of the size difference, my poor Mistress was having to stretch up and tease the hood over my existing working hood. She managed it of course, but one of the consequences was the internal mask settled fairly and squarely over my mouth. The seal created by the System Mask was SO effective that I couldn’t talk at all. I have never worn such an effective gag. There wasn’t a problem receiving air because my nose was clear and I could breathe easily. The problem was that I could not create any coherent communications with Mistress, I was limited to grunts or croaks.

With the attached rebreather bag steadily rising and falling and an aromas hose delivering regular supplies of intoxicating aromas I was relaxed, I just gazed through the mask and thought how lucky I was to be the plaything of such a stunning person. I felt totally safe although a little apprehensive, because earlier I’d noticed Mistress marking where my open nipple zips were, which didn’t bode well for my nipples as I hung helpless, a thought that was only disturbed by some extra pumps on the inflatable plug and the constant drone of the deeply embedded invader lodged inside of me.

As time passed and with my hands being confined tightly, pins and needles started to appear. By now I had manoeuvred my left hand and was able to massage my groin area but the right hand was stuck. The needles started to become an issue and I tried to communicate this to Mistress, but all that emerged were heavy guttural noises which Maggie read as a distress call, she asked if I was having difficulty breathing, I really wasn’t but the mask had to come off nevertheless. Hearing that I was challenged by the pins and needles Maggie declared an end to this session's training and we started the process of de-mummification. This early exit was my fault for not thinking through what I had suggested given Mistress’s diminished physical ability.

As we eased me out of my hot rubber, Mistress thoughtfully asked if all that hanging around had made me thirsty. How could I resist when there was the possibility of some fine nectar coming my way and immediately said yes. Maggie returned from the bathroom with a jug full of her pre-prepared piss and handed it to me as a final delight. My nicely chilled and refreshing drink was just what this slave needed as a resuscitator, and thank goodness my mouth wasn’t blocked anymore!

Thank you Mistress Maggie, I got a lot from the session but also know I disappointed you due to the premature end.

NB: This 2:07min foot care clip has audio