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. 

The Yokes on Me!

Due to a combination of circumstances I had not been able to serve Mistress Maggie for six whole weeks. I appreciate this may not seem very long, but to this infatuated slave it seemed like an eternity. Coupled with that, in a rather rash masochistic moment I had been reading a couple of stories in Grommet’s Plaza where one of the themes discussed pushing the subs boundaries to increase a Mistress’s satisfaction. In the week before my scheduled session I had emailed Mistress and mentioned my interest in this, as it was, our scheduled session couldn’t go ahead and in the intervening 6 weeks I began to wonder if I had overplayed my request to push limits. Anyway, it was too late to change the mail and deep down I really did want to extend the limits. Giving Maggie Carte Blanche is always a good idea for a submissive like me.

On the evening before my rescheduled session I received my calling mail as was the normal course of events. The previous session left no clues but this one was a little different -

'Come ready to surrender and hear the sound of metal meeting metal’.

A lot of thoughts were running wild trying to interpret Maggie’s cryptic mail. Was it a capture and interrogate role play? Was the steel on steel to be the closing of the cell door in the Playroom? One thing was likely to be in the session because the mail also included - 

‘Pack your kit bag with your Invincible suit and matching accessories, along with your trusty butt plug’.

The note had titillated my imagination and the familiar excitement was building on the drive to The Chambers. An uneventful drive this time, but I did arrive with those old butterflies, not because I was nervous, I am long past that stage, but due to the excitement of resuming training with my Mistress and realising the possible consequences of what I had requested. In for a penny and all that! The Bard might have summed up my situation as, ‘be still my beating heart’.

Bang on time, Mistress opened the door and after those long six weeks of absence what an overwhelming relief it was to have the opportunity of seeing Maggie in her Mistress gear. Wearing her long black pencil skirt which looked new but I was informed it wasn’t; her black latex bra which showed off the outline of Maggie’s perfect breasts with just a teasing hint of those delightful outstanding nipples; underneath a black latex harness and a black, strappy latex buckle belt. This time her face was framed, not in latex, but the perfect black of her own hair.

I already knew I was going to really enjoy pleasing Mistress today. Excitement quickly mounted after just two steps up the stairs, when Maggie stopped and very provocatively stretched her luscious backside out and I knew I was expected to address the offering and… Oh boy! what an opportunity I was granted, and I took full advantage by planting a million kisses, well quite a few, on those glorious latex covered curves.

Back to the familiar routine of starting with boot worship, accompanied by the rather sensual caress of Maggie’s crop punctuated by a sharp crack to the balls which did make me jump. I also received a scolding when Mistress instructed me to stop sniffing her tights and concentrate on the tops of the boots. After that I was to follow strict instructions on how I should clean her boots correctly. It must have been an accidental sniff because my training stops my worship at the top of the footwear, much as I yearn to go further, I know that area is out of bounds and dangerous to my health, my backside… and even my balls today!

Despite the six weeks inactivity my butt plug went in remarkably easy and I was then to climb into my Invincible catsuit. Being a little out of practice I needed Mistress to help direct my arms down the appropriate armholes. A suitable latex hood was chosen with good eye, mouth and breathing holes and zipped nice and snugly up the back, and I was to wear a broad leather corset. I caught sight of myself in the Playroom mirror, and even though I say so myself I looked a very good representation of an anonymous latex plaything for Mistress’s amusement.

Mistress’s amusement consisted of having my neck and wrists locked into her aluminium stocks, so once more I was dependant on Mistress’s discretion as to if or when I would be released. What an absolutely fantastic piece of kit this is, I believe it was created by another visitor to The Chambers and a very talented one at that. Ankle cuffs were fastened on me and hitched together so I couldn’t do much more than a hobble, and a very stout chain attached to the stocks to act as a lead. Was this what was meant by metal meeting metal?

A short walk to the bathroom and back is normally a walk in the park, but when wearing a three feet wide metal stock and hobble chain the whole exercise becomes much more challenging. Through the door sideways so as not to damage walls and door, crab like progress to the bathroom and all the while trying not to bang Mistress with my arms. More importantly, because of my greater height the stocks and my arms were just at Maggie’s head height. Not a good idea to bump Mistress, or worse still, render her unconscious. Then I would be left in a pickle.

On returning to the Playroom Maggie brought out the padded Horse, unfortunately my current predicament prevented me from helping her with that task. Taking a hold of the chain Maggie had me bend  over the horse while she replaced my butt plug with a slightly larger electric version. We were right to open up that passage with my own plug, because inserting any object is so much easier once my muscles have been exercised.

Mood music began filling the room, whilst one at a time additional items were fixed about my person for my ‘enjoyment’. A full face gas mask was strapped on over my hood, it’s such a nice mask to wear as it provides excellent unrestricted visibility through its panoramic Perspex window, while creating a good seal for any forthcoming breath play, I guessed there would be some breath play as a hose was being screwed on to it now. My legs were to receive a little more freedom by having me wear a wooden leg spreader, which rather than keeping my legs spread allowed me to almost get my feet comfortably together, due to the play in its securing carabiners. Padded leather mittens ensured I couldn't fiddle with anything and I was once more chained to the Horse. Finally a simple pair of white nipple clamps adorned my chest, however,  being mischievous or possibly sadistic Mistress had insisted I beg for them to be attached. Naturally I do as I am told and began begging to have my nipples clamped. By now I must have been well in the zone as their attachment only induced tolerable pain.

Mistress decided now might be an appropriate time to help me with aromas but not before a spot of breath play, holding on to my breathing tube she nipped it tightly, cutting off my air supply for around twenty seconds and repeating several times while I was restrained over the bench. Another technique she used involved screwing an air restrictor to the end of my hose, its tiny hole severely restricted the air I received and was used for longer periods of around a minute at a time, aromas used to accompany this breath control created a reservoir inside the hose and I almost felt like I could float away. The aromas were very welcome because Mistress laid off the breath control and laid into my backside instead… with her tawse. My thick latex covering absorbed a lot of the force of the repeated blows and as a biproduct, created the most wonderful cacophony of sound. Unfortunately for me, the headphones that Mistress had me now wearing were playing quite loudly and this not only largely drowned out the thwacks but also some of Maggie’s commands.

I am unsure if Maggie had asked my opinion on having my cock and balls secured, but it didn’t matter in any case as that’s what she proceeded to do next. She had planned to dangle weights from them, but circumstances prevented this from happening and I escaped the weight endurance test. Mistress likes to have her little toys well and truly under control, as she attached yet more chains to her very willing but tiring subject. 

I must admit, by now, the stocks were taking a considerable strain on my shoulders and I finally succumbed and surrendered to the discomfort and begged for release. It was not the weight of the stocks because they are made of aluminium and are a pretty dam fine piece of engineering, but the dead weight of my arms pulling the stocks downwards and really hurting the ball socket in each shoulder.

Not surprised that I was likely to give in at some point Mistress accepted my surrender, and after a brief glance at the clock announced I had been wearing the Yoke for 90 minutes which I thought was quite a feat. Maggie undid the padlocks and quietly removed first the arms, that action in itself provided such a relief and then the neck lock freed me. I was allowed 10 minutes rest on the bed and although I was asked if I wanted to ‘call it a day’ I was fully recovered and really did not want my time with Maggie to be cut short. But it was another example of how Maggie cares for her slaves and will not press them too far.

Now, sitting on the folding chair, Mistress gradually ramped up the pressure on her latex slave by first turning on the butt plug to a nice high setting. Forever able to press my right buttons, or in this case the on/off button of the vibrator she started teasing my cock and balls, remember they were already tied tightly so had no where to go.

A latex blindfold was fixed across the panoramic visor which gave a strange sensation with a thin line of light at top and bottom. No use to me because it did not allow any real vision of what was going on. I was soon to feel what was going on though as the tops of my legs were subjected to more lashings from Mistress’s tawse, once again the sound was partially deadened by the ambient music being sent though my headphones. On the positive side, I did get some wonderful whiffs of aromas interspersed with more breathing restrictions.

The most surprising part was the random application and removal of a pair of electrified bulldog clips, one on each nipple. Surprising because I was almost starting to enjoy the nipple torture and I started to think that I was odd to be approaching a state of near euphoria. Mistress has that affect on this slave and I think she just liked taking them on and off to see the positive reaction from her rubber toy.

When the blindfold was removed I was greeted by a nice touch by Maggie, I immediately saw the image of a black rubber covered toy in a strategically placed mirror, and believe it or not, I felt real jealousy for the rubber image I saw before me, sitting on a chair in the middle of the Playroom. Then I realised that sensual image of a rubber toy, with nipple clamps, constricted cock and balls and all black rubber was actually me! No more jealousy, only the thought of what a REALLY fortunate person was staring back at me from the mirror.

Maggie wasn’t quite finished with her toy and wanted to end with a little extra electric play and a pair of electro pads were strategically placed about my genital area with the intention of delighting the whole of my groin area, which it did until Mistress allowed me off the chair. As a final treat Maggie swapped my gas mask for an anaesthetic mask, she carefully strapped it to my face and attached her glass Bubble Bottle. I didn’t detect Eau De Mistress, so rather disappointedly had the smell of chlorine for the remaining 20 minutes or so.

Mistress Maggie fulfilled the aims of the calling mail and I believe she was able to stretch my limits somewhat. There will hopefully be plenty more opportunities to achieve more ‘stretching’ in 2026 and beyond, and who knows what limits Mistress will be able to coach into her rubber toy?

Thank you Mistress. It was a long wait between sessions and I hope I did not let you down and that you were happier by the end of the session.