Needles and Pins

I have just been part of a most sensational and sensual session, where I believe I witnessed Mistress Maggie in her most happy state following her excellent performance with her slave. No Plan B's, no anxious moments, just the most wonderful pinning all over my torso.

I had to attend with minimal latex. “Pack your kit bag with your black shorts, accessories and your butt plug”, Mistress had instructed. And from that minimalistic wardrobe, only the socks and gloves would eventually be required; no shorts, no butt plug.

From the moment Mistress opened the door to The Chambers, it only took a few seconds before I felt I where I needed to be; in the zone. Maggie, with her hair in a bun, was wearing her black latex nurse’s dress adorned with red accents, and of course, red medical crosses complementing her nurse cap. Around her waist, a corset belt, not that it’s needed as she has a stunning body. I did notice, rather unusually that Mistress was wearing brown latex gloves normally associated with some form of medical procedure. Once more, from that moment I knew I wanted to do anything and everything to please my Mistress. My promise briefly flashed into my mind as a reminder, but it is already etched into my mind so I didn't dwell there.

That familiar urge to plant a loving kiss on her rounded orbs was suppressed as we mounted the staircase. I know one of these days my urge might overcome my training and heaven knows what reaction I’d receive from Maggie if I do 'accidentally' brush my lips against her cheeks.

In The Playroom, in a near naked state of just latex gloves and socks, I set about my first task of worshipping Mistresses shoes. Yes, flat black functional footwear without the same lickable, worshipable expanse as a pair of boots. Mistress knew I would have to move frequently to lick every part and took advantage by keeping her riding crop moving; giving the exposed parts of my back and bum a good thwacking with her crop, with little mercy shown in her blows.

It was at this point I glanced Maggie’s session notes for today, they looked voluminous and typed, Maggie must have put a lot of work and time into her session planning and referred to her notes frequently for confirmation that she’d not missed any part of them out. The first was offering her slave the choice of large or small anal beads as I knelt on the latex bed. A choice! Maggie was already playing a very devious game as she knows me well enough that I always go with whatever she desires so... I bottled out and said nothing. I anticipated that would result in the large string being inserted but no, one by one the four smaller beads passed my sphincter, each one accompanied by a very satisfying 'plop' as it entered the black hole.

Led by my collar through to The Clinic, I sat on the side of The Couch as instructed and was fitted with a nasal cannula. (The cannula pump system is one of Maggie's husband, John's, wonderful inventions). A couple of pieces of medical tape were used to prevent it from shifting while I had a red latex hood put on. Mistress spent a little time ensuring all holes were lined up then I was zipped in. It felt like I was once more becoming an anonymous rubber plaything, moreso when I was given a black rubber operating gown to put on, covering me down to my knees.

All the while, Maggie had adopted a very authoritarian stance with concise instructions, all delivered in a manner associated with a nurse or sister, sympathetic yet severe. A distinct smell of antiseptic filled the room, even the lighting was staged like a surgery, the main lights were dimmed low and the bright white light of an adjustable lamp was aimed directly at my face. It certainly appeared that Maggie meant business, in an unusual and disturbing way.

Mistress displayed a cold, clinical detachment to her patient as she laid out a tray with an assortment of needles, syringes and various other items that she would need for my treatment, along with bandages that were soon to render my hands useless.

Left hand first, I had to clench my hand into a fist whilst holding the end of the stretchy bandage and Maggie proceeded to wrap my hand, quite tight but very comfortable. By the time she had finished I was left with a stump where my hand used to be and to ensure the bandage remained secure, a wrap of cling film was applied. This was one of the most effective hand restraints that Mistress had ever applied and my right hand went on to receive exactly the same incarceration. I did start to worry a little because there was NO WAY I could get myself out of this pickle, but there again Maggie appeared happy and that was all I needed.

The next choreographed part involved Mistress quietly taking my blood pressure and using her cold stethoscope on various parts of my trunk and, regularly recording something, presumably the results, on a clipboard. Still recording on her clipboard I was asked questions about my physical health, which were either ignored or ridiculed, and that was before we even began discussing my small penis. My nurse certainly knew how to demean her patient! In all honesty, I was LOVING the humiliation by my beautiful nurse.

After a further consultation with her notes, I was informed that because I had failed to respond well to conventional treatment for my ailments, Protocol 17 would have to be used. Hmmm! Once again I was starting to become a little more concerned, particularly when Protocol 17 was explained to me as being a series of corrective injections. Their purpose was not to heal me, but provide re-education through discomfort.

Up went the gown to be tucked out of the way under my chin, allowing for body straps to secure me to the couch. Large amounts of surgical spirit, probably far more than necessary, were poured all over my stomach, cock, balls and thighs and spread about the area with an oversized, saturated medical swab. The application to my chest was tolerable, but bloody hell, the dousing of spirit on my cock and balls didn’t half sting. There was nothing to do but grin and bear it until the stinging subsided. It’s not like a needle that can be removed to alleviate the issues and I lay there waiting for the itch to stop!

Whilst I was mastering the lower stinging, Mistress retrieved several ice blocks. ‘These will help with preventing bleeding’, she announced. I was convinced by this, but in hindsight I think my nurse may have been bamboozling her patient. In any case, Maggie applied each ice pack to an area she wanted to work on next and they were COLD! Exactly what you'd expect from an ice pack.

Just how to say please

  And get down on my knees

Yeah, that's how it begins

  I'll feel those needles and pins

Hurtin' me, hurtin' me

By now Mistress was starting to refer to my body as just a slab of meat to play with and things began to get more alarming, one by one Maggie presented the syringes and needles before my eyes, so I got a real close up view of each one whilst she contemplated which to use first. Syringes were the first to be selected and Maggie carefully filled one with saline from a plastic vial and proceeded to stick it somewhere in my trunk, inject some of the saline then jab me in another location to empty it of the remaining contents, and there it was left, just dangling. This was repeated with several more syringes, each one left where it was after the contents were emptied. Although I couldn't see I had visions of Mistress suddenly call, 'One Hundred and Eighty', as each dart stuck in the dartboard.

Having skewered her meat with syringes Mistress moved on to the needles. At first their deployment was somewhat random, the shorter needles were inserted wherever Maggie fancied stabbing her piece of meat. The longer needles, once again paraded right in front of my eyes were going to be placed in a more structured manner. There were to be two patches of needles in specific patterns and others used for weaving. Bearing in mind that Mistress was constantly moving the ice block to the next area of embroidery, my cock and balls were now quite cold so that was the first point to receive clustered needles. At least Mistress was gracious enough to allow me some aromas now to reduce the pain of needles being inserted round my bell end, about eight of them I think.

Whilst this was going on, a large patch on the right side of my stomach was being super cooled and that would be the next sticking point! Not to put too fine a point on it, I was starting to feel like a pin cushion. Not only were the large needles deployed, Mistress appeared very happy whilst deploying six cannula needles at random, with one being pierced through my left nipple. That one was by far the worst of all my injections and I had to beg for more aromas, fortunately I was allowed a long puff.

Mistress reminded me that I was just a treatment site now, and that I would continue to receive the treatment that my nurse wanted until I chose to show more gratitude. At this point I started saying a lot of thank you’s, because, despite what nurse might think, I am always grateful for any and all the time she is prepared to allocate to her subject.

The gratitude was stretched even further when Nurse started attaching electrodes to the various pins and needles that now adorned the meat, enhanced with an electro pinwheel just to provide a little 'mobile' treatment. Then more of my nurse’s correctional saline injections, oh the joy! The things I willingly do for my Mistress/Nurse! And the final part of my treatment was introduction of the violet wand. This is definitely not something to be scoffed at, although I am full of gratitude on learning that there’s a limit to the power you can safely use with Mistress’s modified vintage machine.

Mistress removed 42+ needles and took care of the few bleeding spots that had occurred about my person. Because of the cold water run off from the ice packs, the couch had become messy and needed a good clean. It is remarkable how much mess can be created by a lot of water and a little amount of the red stuff. By comparison I had got off scot-free, at least I wasn’t leaking all over the place.

I will finish off with the lyrics of a song I discovered recently and wish to dedicate the sentiments to my wonderful Mistress Maggie. I would also add that this was one of the most relaxing sessions that I have experienced in terms of going exactly to plan, due to Maggie's mindset, comprehensive notes, instructions and guidance, a plan B was never required and I think she had a good time sticking pins and needles in her slab of meat.

With one wave of your hand

  I'm your slave to command

But I'm glad it's okay

  Oh, anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay

And that describes exactly what it felt like to be treated by the best of the best!

Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.

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