Four Hoods are Better than One

This week I felt far more confident about serving Mistress in the manner to which she has come to expect; immediately and without question. In fact I had been perusing my promise to Mistress before I left home and would be honouring this oath if at all humanly possible:

I promise that I will do my best:

To love my Mistress,

To serve my Mistress, 

To help others to join my Mistress in slavery

To keep the Mistresses Law.

and

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

After the long break between sessions I was really back in the zone, and when I arrived at The Chambers all the familiar feelings of true adoration, worship and absolute loyalty were there immediately when I saw my perfect Mistress. At this point I would normally add a link to www.MistressMaggie.com, but Mistress is retired now and her website has been updated to reflect this. While Maggie still feels able to see a few customers, I feel extremely privileged that she has agreed to keep this recalcitrant slave under her wing and continue to provide me with the most exciting times a slave could ever wish for.

Today Mistress was wearing a coordinated plum coloured outfit made up of briefs and a loose summery top. However it was her beautiful legs that my eyes were drawn to, fully on view albeit slightly shrouded in fishnets and that very lickable pair of lace-up black boots. 

I also had a magnificent low angled vista of my owner and her adorable legs as we made our way unhurriedly to the Playroom, where I was to begin my obligatory boot worship. I am more than happy to commence my session with this duty as the act elevates me into a very submissive zone. I expect and have  even grown to appreciate the numerous good thwackings I have received whilst worshipping Mistress’s boots, and again I wasn’t disappointed when the 9 sharp tails from a leather whip began landing on my skin, although I did try and keep my cock and balls out of its reach as much as possible. I probably shouldn’t have said that!

Now it was my turn to don some plum latex, well a catsuit at least. As yet I have not been able to locate gloves and socks to match my catsuit, so have to be satisfied with those being black, I am still looking though. The thing about the plum catsuit is its made from reasonably thin material which allows it to be slipped on and mould to my anatomy oh so snugly, it is also a suit that quickly builds up a nice perspiration. Its main zip is a three-way one that Mistress can and does adjust to expose various bits of body parts, today she exposed my bum hole and guided me towards an awaiting wooden chair.

The chair had a greased-up butt plug roped onto its slatted seat, I recognised it as one that I had regularly worn as part of my anal stretching training. When instructed to sit on it we both realised why I have advanced past this plug. It’s very floppy and a fair bit smaller than the personal butt plug I have now. Its floppiness in particular made it hard to slide into position correctly. Still, once my arms and legs were roped to the chair I was able to wiggle about and enjoy the softness. In a way I was quite relieved, because the wooden slats of the chair can become quite torturous if seated on them for any length of time.

Many moons ago when I was considering buying the catsuit, Maggie had insisted that I should choose to have multiple useful zips. ‘They are quite essential,’ she’d said, ‘Make sure you specify everywhere they are needed with your order’. Those zips have made so many pleasurable things possible, I must thank Maggie for that. However, one disadvantage of having a catsuit with such flexible zips was the ease that Mistress was now pulling it down my arms and making my chest bare. Mistress produced a worn stocking and pulled it over my head and then made a hole at my mouth. Her beautiful legs are on the petite side and as a consequence the nylon fitted very tightly. ‘These are yesterday’s pants’, she said, stuffing them all the way home into my mouth. I chewed them quite a bit to moisten the material, but unfortunately I wasn’t able to get that sense that the panties were actually used. Still, it’s the thought that counts! A see-through latex blindfold was pulled down over my eyes, completing the foundation for my head dressing. 

Before progressing to the next head dressing stage Maggie thought it would be good to let me have a good pegging. Not the normal ‘pegging’, but rather a dozen or more clothes pegs attached to a stout rope were clipped onto my now bare chest passing through my nipples, and slowly one by one they were tugged free. Not content with the slightly muffled grunts emanating through the panties Mistress decided a more ‘vigorous’ removal of the repositioned pegs was required. Now that did force several grunts as the pegs were zipped off very quickly. Thankfully, I could see Maggie gathering them up and she put them back into the box where they’d appeared from.

Now it was time for a head covering like I’ve never had before, consisting of four phases. Phase one, a rubber hood was applied over the stocking and blindfold, I could breathe easily so all was good with the world, although vision was starting to be restricted. Then phase two with another latex hood, this one had zips at mouth and eyes which Maggie kindly left open, nevertheless my vision was more impaired and breathing somewhat restricted. Stage three saw me squeezed into another latex hood, very similar to the previous one, except its eyes and mouth were zipped shut. Finally it was stage four, the Snout hood which behaves like a rebreather, a good thick rubber number which laces up the back, and with careful positioning by Maggie I was able to breath through its one solitary eyelet.

By now I was completely blind, but as a reward I did receive some very welcome lungful's of aromas, that really helped me appreciate my world of dark rubber isolation. As you’d expect, it was only a matter of time before this restricted breath began to take its toll, but as soon as I asked her Mistress peeled off the four hoods leaving just the tasty panty gag between my teeth. ‘Thank you, I will have my knickers back now slave’, said Mistress as she removed them from my mouth and de-roped me from the wooden ‘torture’ chair.

Next, I was ordered to bend over the whipping horse, just to allow Mistress to fit my red butt plug. I enjoy its good, filling size and the lovely shudder it always induces when the largest final rib enters my bum hole. Once in though my plug is remarkably comfortable and with the zip closed was now securely in situ, although rather ominously Maggie had left my cock and balls exposed to the elements, and I expected that they would likely be receiving Mistress's attention before the day was out.

Now wearing a simple black latex hood I had to lie on the bed where my wrists were secured with cuffs to the bed frame. I felt happily relaxed, but that soon changed as Maggie brought out that very heavy, very mean looking wooden ball stretcher. I say wooden but the business end is a very substantial screw attachment and leather straps that are connected just above the knees to give the stretcher, maximum pulling power. Every turn of the wheel influences the way your tethered balls feel, however, today it was not all about stretching.

Mistress massaged my balls before starting the long pull. This was a gradual increase in the tension on my ball sac. A few turns at a time and, stop. Mistress took time in between turns to tickle the end of my cock with a fluffy red feather. A few more turns, a lot of stroking then a few more turns until she was satisfied I had reached my limit. Another half turn and I think my balls might have parted company with my body. As my balls progressed further away from my body the aches started off dull, but gradually increased with each rotation of the wheel to the point where I just had to beg for mercy.

Mistress is not a sadist, well not completely, so after a very short time, the balls were released from their elongated position and I was given some time to recover. All of my zippers were now tightly closed and I was inserted into relative heaven; The latex bondage sheath. Very tight and quite tricky to get on correctly, but eventually we succeeded and I think the job took more out of Maggie than it did myself. I had the luxury of being able to wear the s10 gas mask and after a fashion I inched towards the bed, managing to lie on it without too many hiccoughs. 

I have frequently said that Mistress rewards hard work, and I must have performed ‘adequately’ because an extended aromas hose was being fitted to the mask and Maggie allowed me plenty of intoxicating puffs, she then quietly laid the thick latex bed sheet across me and allowed me some quiet contemplative time underneath the warm rubber bedclothes. After a suitable time and more supplies of her perfect medicine Maggie must have fancied a good laugh, as she asked me to shuffle across the bed so we could both snuggle under the covers for the final fun of the session. It took a while for me to shuffle sufficiently to make room for her to settle under the covers next to me, as it is definitely not easy trying to move across a bed when tightly enclosed in that latex sack! Yet we did achieve it and it made a suitably rubbery and lovely end to the session.

Yet another GREAT session and Maggie is, without any doubt, the only Mistress that I would choose to serve and obey. Thank you Maggie.

I am Rubber

Due to Mistress Maggie and myself having a series of health related issues I’d been unable to serve since session 261, back on the 17th April. However, it had not been all doom and gloom during that period, because Mistress and her husband John were kind enough to invite me round on most Friday’s for coffee and a catchup. Latterly, as I started to feel in better shape I was brave enough to wear some latex to whet my appetite. My black latex tee shirt and cream short sleeved, latex dress shirt came into prominence for these visits, and I was relieved that Mistress didn’t appear to object.

A couple of weeks ago, both Mistress and I were feeling sufficiently recovered to tentatively arrange our first session in 154 days. I knew Mistress would work hard, she always does, and my job as her slave was to ensure she did not overdo her enthusiasm on her slave. A similar feeling to my first visit was lurking in the background, perhaps not the worry, but certainly the same kind of apprehension about what was about to happen that I had experienced on my very first visit. Was Mistress going to make allowances for my lack of practice? Was Mistress sufficiently recovered not to do herself any damage? What would be my reaction…?

I needn't have worried, in fact I never have cause to worry, the feelings of total sub judication resurfaced the moment Mistress invited me in to The Chambers. I was greeted with my goddess wearing her black catsuit and boots, her clinic red apron and matching nurse insignia, she was wearing long white gloves and used one of them to elegantly wave me in. I knew I was back in the zone and that the afternoon would be just as enjoyable as all the preceding 261 sessions. I followed Mistress upstairs at a respectful distance and followed her into the familiar surroundings of the warmed Playroom.

I was soon back in a familiar position to perform my initial homage to Mistress’s footwear and, of course, that familiar touch of Maggie's crop as it slapped or caressed whichever body part came within its range. After this warm up I was to sit on the bed so I could spend a few moments answering a series of questions about my current fitness, Mistress was happy that my answers confirmed that I was fighting fit, and I was immediately able to return to my rightful place at her beck and call.

I collected my black Invincible catsuit from where it had been warming on the bed, initially it was awkward getting my legs and arms down the right bits, but memory came back and I soon had it on and zipped up. I think I may have lost a little weight in the intervening 154 days because the suit slipped on very easily indeed and consequently I was pleased that I hadn’t needed to ask for any assistance. Maggie completed my rubberization with the hood from her system mask kit, she had remembered my wonky knees and I was instructed to don a pair of kneepads that were waiting nearby, just as well, because no sooner had I got them on I was guided on all fours into The Clinic and told to jump onto the couch. Well, not actually jump because I have the greatest respect for all The Chambers apparatus, so still on all fours I tentatively climbed into position.

Now armed with a pair of examination gloves Mistress proceeded to examine my butt, using two of her fingers she explored every part in a way that had me certain she had memorised my butt’s size and shape, I relished being opened up again after such a long time and the insertion of an inflatable butt plug certainly registered, not in any way painful and memories of this bulging sensation came rushing back. I found out afterwards that Mistress had given me a jab in the buttocks. She hadn’t believed I would need the warning of ‘a little prick’ given the large gauge of needle she had chosen, but the action had barely registered.

And now for more latex! Mistress helped me into the fabulous clinic red catsuit, very soft, very roomy and incredibly touchy feely by being chlorinated, although my own latex gloves which I have yet to dip did in some way dull the sensation. I was pleased because I had made the mistake of wearing short latex socks which left a small gap between my socks and Invincible suit, but the red catsuit nicely covered that gap and that familiar feeling of being TOTALLY latex enclosed had arrived giving me the familiar thrill and reminder of being Maggie’s latex plaything.

Not that she had viewed it, but a while ago I’d mentioned a video clip I’d seen that showed a rubber drone being reprogrammed, I’d forgotten all about it but Mistress had decided that after the lengthy break, today would be a suitable day to take the hint and for me to be programmed to become an obedient rubber medical toy. First I was to wear a tight, black and white posture collar and to ensure I would be quiet, was eagerly silenced with a quickly inflated butterfly gag, plus a leather blindfold. There was a problem with the blindfold,  it was right on the bridge of my nose and definitely not feeling comfortable, I understand why it was essential, but knew it would detract from the reprogramming and mumbled as best as I could that it was too tight. The message got through and Mistress backed off the buckle by a hole or two. On reflection, it may be more effective to use a rubber blindfold or latex bandage if there’s a next time?

Mistress got busy fastening me tightly to the couch using cuffs and straps, once secured I was given headphones to wear, and for an indeterminate period I was subjected to a non stop repeating message -

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’.

… the same message drilled into me for a long, long time. Part way through my reprogramming I began feeling my rubber skin and it was so nice I was starting to believe I was actually made of rubber! A delightful feeling and thank you for helping me realise another of my fantasies.

During my programming Mistress attached a cock cage and was able to drain me by inserting a fancy silicone catheter down my re-shaped cock end. Unfortunately it slipped out, but Mistress had her usual latex ones in stock and eventually fixed it whilst I was enjoying the indoctrination! 

Eventually the programming mantra stopped and the blindfold, gag and collar were removed and replaced with the front gas mask part of the system mask. Many moons ago Maggie had done a very clever zip alteration to the system mask, enabling it to fit heads of varying sizes. Since then it has easily fitted my fat head and I lay there with the perpetual mantra still ringing in my ears. 

‘I am rubber. I am…’ and of course, with the gas mask now in place I was finally allowed to breathe in any amount of aromas my rubbered nurse cared to prescribe. Wow… I had missed these gas blasts for far too long.

Next Mistress had me undergo a strange form of breath control. There was no need for additional equipment, just Mistress’s instructions; ‘Breathe in’ hold until ‘breathe out’ hold until ‘breathe in…’, there was no consistent pattern to her instruction and a number of longer, hard to manage gaps did occur. Nevertheless I did manage this regulated form of control until Mistress may have been occupied by something else and forgot to mention ‘Breathe in’, and I had to sneak a breath. With the mischievousness that Mistress is adept at, the puffs of aroma she sent through my pipe disrupted my concentration and I succumbed to doing the shallowest intake I could survive on hoping Maggie wouldn’t notice. She did of course. Mistress doesn’t miss anything as far as her subjects are concerned and thrives on the opportunity to get you into more trouble than you’re already in! Anyway, I’m still breathing despite the whole breathing exercise lasting 15 or even 20 minutes!

For the grand finale, Mistress applied nipple twisters, and while my tits were rising she had planned on treating my newly designed cock to some urethral sounding. Not good news I’m afraid, the last time we tried sounds earlier this year the sound could not be inserted more than 3-4 inches and the same occurred today, it might be a bit tricky describing how I know that to a GP! As you would guess, Mistress thought it best to abandon my sounding and I had a pair of electric bulldog clips clipped onto my balls instead. Once again the headphones were slipped over my ears, when the e-stim started as did a different mantra - 

‘Shock equals obedience'

'Shock equals obedience’…. 

and bit by bit the electro levels were increased to make sure the mantra was meaningful.

I am so pleased to be back in harness, and as I suspected it was Mistress who was the more tired from the session. I owe her a vote of massive thanks for once again making me her very willing rubber plaything and putting in a lot of energy to make it happen. I hope that I will never have to suffer another long layoff of 154 days.

Thank you
Mistress Maggie.

Expert Edger

One of the many things I have learned from Mistress Maggie is always to be honest about any physical or attitude issues and today, as usual, I was totally honest about the routine operation that I would be having very shortly and the fact that my guiche had come detached. I’d spotted a little red end stop on the floor at home and despite my fiddling I couldn’t fix it back in place. The safest thing was to take my guiche piercing out of its home and ask Mistress if she could reattach it for me.

As it turns out, it was somewhat of a relief that it was too big a piercing for Maggie to get back in, because I think the surgeon may have found it highly amusing for it to be winking back at him as he was mending my cock end. Mistress suggested approaching a piercing expert to have it refitted and I will look into that after I restart training. I appreciate I have strayed a little from my normal format, but thought you may be wondering why the guiche was no longer visible and why it is so long between my lessons. 

Back to heaven; I had already been alerted via the call up mail that I needed to be all in red latex and that I was going to become, once more, at one with The Plank. It is a wonderful experience to be totally immobilised in plastic but sometimes I do feel a bit of a fraud, because I get to be comfortably incarcerated, well most of the time, whilst Mistress has to do all the hard work wrapping her dummy mummy.

When I arrived, Mistress was, as always, incredibly stunning although today she was not completely covered in latex. She was wearing patent ankle boots with tan tights all the way up those gorgeous legs to her lace up leotard and corset, topped off with an open face latex hood and blond ponytail. As she ascended the stairs, I couldn’t help admiring those nylon covered legs, although perhaps a little disappointed that I was only going to be able to work on the short boots with my worship, but I needn’t have worried!

I was trembling when Mistress said, “As I’m wearing my short boots today, for once you’d better worship my nylon covered legs, but ONLY the nylon!" As I worked my way up past the calves and knees to the most glorious pair of thighs that anyone could wish for, I got close enough to sniff the latex leotard but daren’t go further, my training kicked in and I stopped well before I got into trouble. As I said I was trembling at being granted that privilege because I would normally only reach knee level and can only dream of going further. All the while there was a constant but gentle tattooing across anywhere that Maggie could reach with her leather whip (made by Tony I was informed?). It makes a fantastic thwacking sound, yet at the same time the sensation is akin to the gentlest of caresses wherever leather met flesh.

I had my own butt plug inserted while leaning against the wall, no aggro, no discomfort, just the familiar ‘plop’ as the final rib passed my sphincter, in like a hot knife through butter. At this point it is useful to mention that the securing shaft between the final rib and the circular end piece is over an inch, and it stays in place perfectly. I will return to the relevance later.

We took a quick trip to The Clinic to attempt to refit the guiche, to no avail, this led to Mistress suggesting I’d be best taking a visit to a piercing parlour, but that will be for a little later when I have recovered from surgery. When we returned to The Playroom I managed to hop into my red latex catsuit with ease as it’s a lighter gauge than my black Invincible one.

Now almost fully rubberised I was instructed to kneel on the low padded bench, to have an alternative, larger butt plug installed. This was one of a few that Maggie had obtained a while ago when she’d hoped to increase my bums’ plugging capacity. This time I was more able to accommodate its full length, leaving my ass jam packed with black rubber. It did appear to want to expel itself but that was fixed by closing the crotch zip. This is where the length of shaft between last rib and base was relevant. When I was cleaning the plug after the session I noticed that the neck was probably only a half inch, which probably explains why my sphincter couldn’t get a firm grip. I learn something about my body each time I am serving Mistress.

It looked promising that I’d be sniffing aromas delivered by John’s rather superbly engineered cannula pump system today, because the nasal cannula was being positioned in my nostrils ready to be hidden under a red latex hood. And there I was with only my eyes and mouth still naked, once more Mistresses rubber toy.

I helped Mistress to assemble the legs of the bondage plank before taking up a lying position along it, remembering NOT to sit in the middle. I settled back and Mistress very kindly provided padding at neck and ankles for support. I did say that I’d have the easy part of this session, because I am familiar with the amount of bending and stretching needed to have a slave clingfilmed to her plank. Mistress would be in for more than a little discomfort as she wound the film round and round, tightly stretching the clinfilmg as she progressed until I became securely attached to the plank. I realise that I am a VERY fortunate to have a Mistress who thinks nothing of suffering such considerable discomfort in behalf of her slave.

Later, when fully mummified, a little judicious excavation had my cock and balls free for more ‘fun’ activities. I must say I hadn’t expected flat balls, but that’s what I got due to a crushing board. Not content with just flat balls, I’d felt Maggie sticking four electrodes at strategic points around her area of interest. Once attached I could sense the crushing board being tightened, I know Mistress likes to have matching things, but making may balls as flat as her plank was definitely a wicked way of achieving it! Oh, the happy life of a slave who will do anything for his Mistress.

I learned that my electric therapy was going to be a bit different too, as John had suggested that Maggie use his Erostek stimming unit to use on my genitals during my session. It was wired up in no time and sending a host of new sensations my way, definitely a different experience and more intense than other units I have been able to try, with a greater range of settings to keep a slave alert and stimulated! I have since had the opportunity to thank John for allowing me that privilege.

Mistress produced that wonderful, elasticated, plastic inflatable hood and once I had grasped the mouth tube firmly between my teeth, the hood could be eased over my head. Maggie’s breaths were music to my ears as she gently inflated the hood and so I was properly sealed in plastic. The manufacture of Mistress’s plastic toy was now complete, and unique by being made in Preston rather than Hong Kong. The only exposed part was my cock, as obviously my electrified crushed balls were already being sandwiched between two layers of plastic. My predicament felt even better as I began detecting the smell, sound and effects of some aroma therapy.

I was occasionally being treated to some breathplay moments. Maggie would place a finger over my mouth tube or seal her lips around it and feed me with a lungful of her precious air.

The pumped aromas were probably just as well, because with the arrival of the divine aromatic breeze came the ramping up of the Erostek and the vibrating sensations of the Hitachi wand. This is what prompted the blog title. Mistress knows my body and senses very well, knowing when I am getting too excited and my frequent urges to cum, Mistress maintains the levels of all the stimulation just below that threshold where an explosion occurs. A true expert edger!

After 261 sessions I am still learning about the capabilities of my own body and, I hope, still learning how to please my Mistress Maggie. I know that there was no priority given to taking pictures due to the amount of slave mummifying effort on Maggie’s part, and again I would like to thank her for all that.

My Green Goddess

Those of you old enough to remember the Green Goddess may be forgiven for asking why this rubber pervert has chosen to mention it in the blog’s title. And for those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, a little history may be enlightening. The Green Goddess is the colloquial name for the RLHZ Self Propelled Pump manufactured by Bedford Vehicles, a fire engine used originally by the Auxiliary Fire Service (AFS), and latterly held in reserve by the Home Office until 2004 and I am certainly not devoted to that kind of green goddess.

Nor am I devoted to Diana Moran, Her greatest fame was achieved between 1983 and 1987, when she hosted the popular exercise segment of BBC1's Breakfast Time programme. Because of her trademark green leotard she became known as the 'Green Goddess', and I have to admit she did stir certain emotions in those green leotard days.

No, the only Green Goddess that I am stirred by and completely devoted to is Mistress Maggie. If you follow Mistress on social media you may recall that a few weeks ago she announced the completion of her green latex catsuit, and today was the day I became intimately acquainted with that wonderful garment. All was revealed to this totally besotted slave when the door to the Chambers slowly swung open and there before me stood the most beautiful green sight a devoted rubber pervert could ever wish for. It was a darker shade of green latex with matching accessories of wrist bands and nurses cap all adorned with a red cross, a very stunning contrast to the material.

But the most stunning vision was Mistress’s beautiful face framed in the blackest of black hair, the same black as the knee boots she was wearing. The whole impression of suit and Mistress was one of a totally dominant, confident and stunning Dominatrix who from that very instant had my body and soul to do with as she pleased. I felt truly liberated and so ready to follow whatever Mistress wanted, immediately and without question and to abdicate all responsibility. 

I relished the slow progression up the stairs to The Playroom and as I didn’t trust myself not to just reach up and give Mistress a long loving hug, I waited until Maggie arrived on the landing before following. I don’t think I took my eyes off my Mistress or blinked once whilst I stood in total awe of how lucky a slave I actually am.

I placed my butt plug on the Playroom table and it was the first to see action, slipped up my bum it served to prepare me for any alternative anal play Mistress may choose, shortly followed by my dutiful worship of the boots Maggie was wearing. As has become the custom, my arse and other body parts that came within range received light spanks with a short handled crop punctuated by the occasional harder reminder to keep my tongue busy.

Next I was to be rubbered up, today I would be wearing my Invincible latex suit that Mistress had instructed me to bring along, then bending over the Horse my butt plug was replaced with a pair of electric Kegel balls. I am pleased Maggie inserts my own plug for initial stretching, because the Kegels went in so easily. My five suit zips were adjusted to provide Maggie with maximum flexibility to expose my tiny manhood and testicles and to allow the Kegel’s lead to emerge from the suit and be tidily zipped in place. Hmm, Mistress also ensured my nipple zips were open and nipples easily accessible, a pretty obvious sign that they were likely to be used for providing entertainment.

We transferred through to the Clinic with Maggie tugging on my collar ring and leading me there like her pet, which I loved. I sat carefully on the Couch while Maggie helped insert me into the waiting gold body bag.  Once zipped in she retrieved a bunch of white canvas straps that she’d guessed as suitable lengths for fitting round the various parts of my body. Wow, I earned myself some much needed brownie points for suggesting that she used the wall hooks to keep them in order, which she happily accepted. One by one they were secured around me; longer ones around my torso, shorter ones around my legs.

I enjoy wearing the inflatable anaesthetic hood which is just as well, as once Maggie had completely fitted it a great part of the session had me inflated like a balloon within its confines. Now suitably dressed for an occasion it was a matter of arranging myself in a comfortable lying position, so that Mistress could make sure that my restraints were as tight as they could be and take care of my treatment/s, which was nothing short of being trussed up like a turkey! You might recall a few sessions back that Maggie had experimented with self-torture by attaching a pair of rebreather bags to my clamped nipples. Well, she excelled herself on this occasion and introduced more green into the environment. 

At first caress I thought Mistress was using pin wheels on both nipples, but it didn’t take me long to remember the familiar sensation of nettles. Year after year they arrive in the Spring, just when you’d forgotten all about them, but never Maggie. She maintains her own nettle patch and when the season arrives she never fails to treat slaves with her natural nettle remedies. This year using wire she had cleverly attached a bunch of nettles to each of the two rebreathers, breathing in and out raised and lowered the nettles causing them to repeatedly stroke and sting my nipples. I know I may regret this, but the sensation from these little green leaves excited me, although Maggie said she had found using the nipple clamps with the rebreathers more of a hoot.

Mistress outlined a whole series of sound related activities that she had planned for me, using cooled and heated sounds, sitting on me while going a little bigger, extracting a nobbled sound slowly like anal beads, prostate stimulation with the curved Van Buren, attempting a record size, electro play with sounds to name a few. . . All began well and without any hitches. Mistress started off small, teasing me with her cooled sound closely followed by her heated one. Armed with the bobbled sound she climbed up and straddled me, I received her full weight across my abdomen and the sound of crackling plastic told me the bobbly sound was being removed from its sterile packing. Again she started slowly massaging my urethra with its many beads. Everything was perfect and I was willing and ready for Mistress to entertain herself with many more of the plans she had in store for my cock.

I know I have been having problems with my foreskin for a while, actually seeing my pee hole these days belongs in the realms of history, and struggling to find her way in was the only concern Maggie had about her sounding mission today, but as it happened she’d had zero difficulty so far. When the bobbled sound was withdrawn she spotted red stuff, not that I could see it of course and it was causing absolutely no discomfort. I had never had this problem before and Maggie immediately realised sounding me today was not going to work, so withdrew the partially inserted sound. Being unable to ascertain where the source of the red fluid was she announced in no uncertain terms, ‘You will be having nothing else inserted down that hole until you get your problem sorted’.

It is amazing how a little red liquid can get everywhere. I know I really upset Mistress’s order of play and the mess that was created was quite striking. Nevertheless, a clean-up operation was put in motion and my bleeding got under control. This is where Maggie ALWAYS has a plan B and decided that it would be appropriate to enhance the bondage by using the Couch straps to further secure me. Out came the e-stim equipment and groin and balls were wired for three channels of enhanced stimulation.

The inflatable hood that I had been cocooned inside was finally removed, a shame really as I do enjoy a bit of inflation, in its place I had a simple hood, a gag and a blindfold, with private musical accompaniment supplied through a pair of headphones. I must say the thought of being brainwashed really appeals; just think music and the commentary 'you must obey Mistress Maggie… you will do anything and everything to please your Mistress”…' while experiencing total sensory deprivation. Sorry I am drifting again… but the electrics kicked in at a higher rhythm and that certainly helped me concentrate.

And the last luxury of the session was a large quantity of Mistress’s nectar delivered via a feeding tube through the mask opening. It was a very long drink indeed, one that I was ready for and carried on sucking up until the last drop was consumed. I get a real sense of worth, a privilege and an honour being able to recycle Maggie’s waste material, otherwise known as a ‘piss guzzling pervert!’

Because we finished a little earlier than planned I was able to assist Mistress with cleaning up the mess I had created. I do also feel a distinct sense of worth doing some of the washing and tidying round, and of course being able to chat quite naturally with Maggie while we’re making the Clinic immaculate again.

I did get a couple of opportunities during the session to actually feel the latex of Mistress Maggie’s catsuit and it is soooo soft to the touch. The chlorination undertaken by Maggie has led to the perfect finish and that is why there is only ONE Green goddess.