A Greener Approach to Breathplay

I wonder if the organisers of the Olympic Games had any concept that their security measures would be recycled to provide Mistress Maggie with the means of keeping her slave panting for attention? The football at Old Trafford, like many other Olympic venues used copious quantities of large plastic bags for security checking, and strangely as I was being frisked, my thoughts turned momentarily to Maggie and the possible use of the bag in my training. During the football foreplay I carefully undid the knot in the top of the bag and stored it away for later. Recycling at its best.

I detected a smile as I donated the bag at the start, then certainly a big grin as Maggie eased my head and upper body inside the Olympic souvenir. I had already donned my tight black latex catsuit and received my new red butt-plug and was ready to entertain Mistress with my gasping and begging for air. With a little tugging, pulling, stretching and coaxing, Maggie was able to securely pinion my arms inside the bag to form an almost perfect seal across my rather rounded stomach. Hmmm. I hadn't thought about that when I so gleefully presented Mistress with my offering. A token satin wrist bondage completed the dressing.

One thing is for certain, Maggie was able to leave me bubbling away inside the bag for far longer, and the exhaled air created my own sauna environment as you can see from the moist hair and steamed up bag.

The next part was expected by me and planned meticulously by Maggie. I had rather rashly volunteered to bring in some flora from my garden in the shape of 'cultivated' nettles.


I carefully dug them up, potted them and left them to grow before I got the summons to bring them to Mistress as part of my training today. (Reminder to self for future. Kill off all nettles in the garden). Nettles are actually notoriously difficult to cultivate requiring good rich soil to flourish and prefer undisturbed roots, so any slaves contemplating cultivation, be warned, it's not an easy horticultural exercise.

For the second time this nettling season I was instructed to launch my exposed cock and balls into a thick bush and despite what it looks like, I was not humping the plant. One of the problems with my artificially propagated plants is that I got unpredictable growth patterns, ending up with one long appendage and two shorter ones. I was attempting to avoid catching the long one full in the stomach whilst caressing the shorter twigs as Maggie had so sweetly instructed. ( I shouldn't give away trade secrets, but aim for the older growth as that doesn't sting as much.)

When I was a lad and got stung with nettles, we were told to rub the affected area with dock leaves to take away the pain. No such luck. No rubbing and Maggie just laughed that endearing laugh, when she gets the results she had planned for.

And for the penultimate part of today's session: I was to core and prepare a bowl of strawberries for my Mistresses consumption. I knew this was scheduled as Maggie had let me know the general content of training with the previous evening calling e-mail:

' . . . Your duties will include entertaining and feeding her Majesty. I am still loving strawberries, make sure you bring tasty sweet ones or else. Her Majesty will be choosing one of her loyal subjects to share her juices with, you could well be a candidate if you're not caught up in a ceremony on the Olympic throne or tending the royal garden'.

OK if you think it an easy task, you want to try doing it with your wrists shackled, attached to the very heavy iron neck collar, mouth zipped shut and eye holes barely open on the thick latex hood. It is indicative of Maggie's care for her charges that I was allowed to wear the posture collar underneath the iron collar, although it was a little cruel to zip the mouth shut. Everyone knows that cooks have to sample the produce just to be certain it is fit for purpose of course. Oh well if there was something wrong, Maggie would no doubt let me know. (If anyone reading this is placed in a similar situation, take extra care of the heavy clanking chains against the porcelain of the basin. A good clanking could end in a good beating.) So it was not that easy a task.

As instructed, I stood to attention whilst Mistress relaxed on the bed and teasingly ate each red orb with a long sensuous caress. Maggie knows exactly what effect that action has on her devoted slaves. It is certainly visible and much better than a dock leaf being rubbed on nettle stings.

I did get a welcome drink though.

Willing Volunteer

I eagerly volunteered when I got wind that Mistress Maggie was about to capture some of the capabilities of her new White Room Clinic for her web site. In fact I positively pestered Mistress and she finally agreed to allow me to assist in the role of patient. I mean, which self respecting slave would not want to help their Mistress, or in this case, Rubber Nurse to demonstrate her medical expertise before the official launch of the new facility. As I continually find out during our sessions, Maggie has many very wonderfully effective ways of silencing a pestering slave.

Maggie had been very thorough in all aspects of her preparation and planning; exactly as you would expect from a Mistress of many years experience. Maggie’s husband John was there, at the ready with his camera and other pieces of professional photographic kit. Today, because the session would have several different themes, Maggie had storyboarded each scene with which shots she wanted to achieve, what props would be needed for each procedure, what slave would be doing and a suggested narrative.

Maggie intended to present her Clinic in a new and innovative style, with each picture being accompanied by a cartoon style speech bubble.

Mistress kindly let me have some of the photos taken during today's medical shoot as a memento. Here I was to wear a simple black and white latex hood, modified by Mistress Maggie to her own design, rubber gloves and socks, a red leather collar and, if you look closely, a red rubber cross on my forehead to reinforce the medical theme. I wasn't sure what Maggie was doing here but it does look like she is pushing buttons with the pink vibrator and using my sound filled cock as a gear lever. Oh well I am sure it was on the storyboard.

I really had little input. Just to lie back, stand up, open mouth, accept blindfold, enjoy the enema and subsequent anal examination, jump a little when the e-stim was applied and generally be what I am good at, being Mistresses dummy.

This overhead shot was accompanied by much amusement as Johns head kept appearing through the trapdoor in the ceiling, getting the lighting just right, making sure the storyboard was being followed whilst Maggie gave an occasional brush of the sound that was firmly embedded up my cock to keep me nice and hard whilst the scene was set.

It also shows the general layout of the new clinic; the crisp, clean medically inspired colouring and layout, the cunning use of the diagonally laid black and white tiles, again so thoughtfully planned, to draw the viewer in from the door to the new centrepiece, the gynaecological couch.

The enema bag was to be filled by Maggie and then fed into her slave. I must admit it is a nice feeling to be filled from the inside by Mistresses pee even though it was in the name of publicity, I was receiving a slave rush that was amazing and very fulfilling.

The session was so diverse that I will just mention a few of the other 'activities' that Mistress used me for. I had my cock and balls medically bandaged, that put the pressure on all the right places; a selection of hoods to change slaves appearance, an eye test, a gas mask and re breather with the e-stim, guaranteed to make you pant and jump together. You can see more pictures of The White Room shoot and specifically some excellent photographs of Mistress Maggie in action. It is harder than I thought just being a mannequin for Mistress. Hold that pose . . .  keep your cock up . . .  look as though you are enjoying the e-stim . . .  smile at the camera . . .

After we had finished the shoot, Maggie and slave adjourned to the Playroom where I was helped into my catsuit and under the slithery rubber bed sheet, my balls were tied to the bed end and my face subjected to some heavy rubber smothering and, finally slave was allowed a nice Mistressy drink. I am still amazed at the volume of wine that can be stored in such a small and delicate stomach.

I think we were both a little knackered after such an action crammed afternoon, but another memorable session.

Half Cooked Slave

I had blotted my copy book again, with some misplaced comment about that damn dog. How was I to know that Mistress Maggie was keen on that red coated Mountie and particularly his deaf dog Deifenbaker. I should have known a slave comes well below a husky Mountie, in fact below a husky in the scheme of things. Anyway, I was instructed to arrive at the session with ” . . . 50 handwritten lines as follows - 'I must not compare myself to Diefenbaker, a superior dog' . . .” It was going to be a ruff session. It has been a long time since I had to do handwritten lines!

Maggie was to use today to help introduce me to more tactile experiences, and to help her slave broaden my limited 'likes' and identify the different materials that Maggie likes to employ in her slave training sessions; I like what I am told to like by Maggie. My being in the dog-house was not helped by the fact I had mis-identified her footwear as PVC boots when of course, they were leather. A basic mistake and one Mistress would work on to ensure instant recognition of many more of her fetish materials. The first new material was the red silicone butt plug that Maggie had provided for my personal use. Exactly the right size to slip tightly in with a lot of lube. Red silicone filling my bum hole was a good start to my new tactile experiences!

Next was identification of plastic, hemp and leather. Hemp rope to attach me to the bondage chair, leather collar and plastic to help clear sinuses and allow me to lick and appreciate the feel of plastic, from inside the bag of course. As the plastic grasped against my face and I gasped about the failing oxygen, Maggie smiled, as only Maggie can, looked straight into my soul and suggested that I might like to admit that I love the plastic sensations I was receiving. I was enjoying being totally under Maggie's control; I was enjoying the suffocating experience and I was starting to run out of air! "I love plastic, Mistress" I was just able to gasp to secure my release. "There will be no rubber for you until you are better educated”.

That damn dog again. After my plastic identification experience, Mistress wanted to find out if I was a good dog as well and tied my balls to my ankles before kicking me with her leather boots, walking me round on a leather lead and cracking my arse with a leather paddle held nonchalantly in her leather gloved hands. I then had to lick the boots until Mistress was satisfied that I could accurately identify her boots as leather and not plastic. I think it worked because I was starting to enjoy the taste, smell, touch sound and look of the real leather shiny black thigh boots. It looks good, it tastes good and by golly, it does you good.

At last, Maggie relented about the 'no rubber' and fitted me into a black rubber hood and topped it all by slowly parting her natural latex coloured skirt and sinking very gracefully across my mouth. More rubber! I must have passed the identification tests; leather, plastic, rope, cire coat and of course rubber, otherwise Maggie would not then have helped me into my red rubber catsuit. 

I was initially disappointed that the new red silicone butt plug had to be removed, but smiled as a vibrating plug took its place. Not that the smile was visible through the s10 gas mask and blindfold that Maggie fitted her slave into. 

Maggie knew of course that I was smiling as she eased me into the clear plastic body bag ready for her slave to be sealed into my airtight resting place. Mistress knows exactly how to bring a smile to her slaves.

The tens unit had been quietly attached to my balls as Maggie was helping me into the suit. I did notice of course but it was of less importance than Mistress gently easing her slave into tight rubber. A squeeze, a tug, a shuffle and a stroke totally overwhelmed the sensation of the attachment of a couple of electrodes and their wires. And finally, a breathing tube and filter made me airtight and snug ready for incarceration in the thick plastic body bag.

A little passive fun for Mistress as I was laid gently on the carpet and the body bag sealed leaving enough space for the gas mask tube and wires.

I was starting to warm inside the bag and suit but was comfortable apart from the odd times when Maggie stuck something over the air filter or started cooking me with the tens machine. At least one of us was pleased that the machine ended up on maximum.

After suitable cooking time, the next thing I was permitted to see was Mistress in a brown mask of some sort. By this time I was a little disorientated and thought the situation a little weird. I wasn't far enough gone not to enjoy the nipple tweaking face sitting and other goodies that Mistress allowed her slave to enjoy.

You can just glimpse the cushion that Mistress provided for her slaves comfort. I am truly a very fortunate slave to be owned by such a caring and considerate Mistress.


That dog is not so bad after all judging be the ending that he led me to. Perhaps you might say I'm the contents of a doggy bag . . . then again, perhaps not.

Sounds in my New Suit

I like to present Mistress Maggie with the occasional gift that I know she will appreciate and today, being at the height of the strawberry season, I produced some nicely ripe, very red and very firm berries and a pot of cream for Mistress to enjoy at her leisure. I certainly didn't expect their consumption to be such an erotic experience.

Today had been designated as the day Mistress would fit me into my new rubber catsuit, making sure that the operational functions that Maggie had helped design actually performed as we hoped. The suit had arrived from an internet supplier and I hadn't dare try it on, but now was the time. I was sent to the bathroom to return in my latex socks, gloves and nothing else, to be greeted with my new skin laid neatly on the bed. My excitement would have to wait as I have more important duties to perform when I enter Mistresses chambers. Devotions to my Mistress; licking and cleaning and admiring her rubber catsuit, leather studded accessories and rubber gloves.
I had almost forgotten the rubber suit resting and warming just a few feet away until Maggie led me to the bed, and in that very sensual tone unique to Maggie I was asked if I was excited. Yes, I was excited and even more when she threatened to give the suit a full and thorough testing. First all the zips were opened and closed; ankle and wrist zips; nipple zips, one per nipple of course and the three way zip that can produce immediate openings where and when required.

The zips worked well and after a little talc I was in. Mistress smoothed and tugged and pulled and stroked until finally the suit fitted her slave like a glove and she walked me to the full length mirror so we could both admire how it fitted. I, of course was more interested in the reflection of Maggie in the mirror just behind me.

After the viewing, I was hung up to the ceiling ring to allow unrestricted polishing to clear away the smears of talc. Mistress liked her slave in rubber and said so as she worked her polishing magic all over the suit; a quick squirt of Mr Sheen followed by a vigorous rub and so it continued ALL over until I sparkled like a polished rubber toy. By this time I was fully rubbered, topped off with the rubber hood, sealed in place with my slave collar. It is rather a nice experience being polished by a rubber clad Mistress. I hope it happens again!

Once polished I was released from the overhead, but only to allow a black rope harness to be knotted in place. Quite quick but expertly applied securing me to the bondage chair. At least it was comfortable. I was also reattached to the overhead but this time by means of the very stout iron neck collar, locked in place and chained either side to the ceiling ring. I sat there unable to move, just admiring Mistress as she lounged on the rubber covered bed and unable to speak due to the inflated butterfly gag that Maggie had dextrously inserted.

Maggie's truly sadistic side then came to the fore as she lay there and quite blatantly seduced me with the strawberries and cream. I could only watch and groan as she lay propped on one exquisite elbow sucking, caressing teasing and finally devouring her strawberries and cream. That was cruel but something a slave has to endure. Worse than the bondage and chastisement, seeing Mistress so sexily eating but untouchable and in total charge of her slave and not one strawberry saved for her drooling slave!

I was reminded by Mistress that all the pleasure I was enjoying had to be balanced with pain. The universe had to remain in balance as she opened the nipple zips and attached two of her nipple clamps. I suppose there was some symmetry there; Mistress ate the strawberries I had provided and in turn I was being eaten by the nipple clamps that Maggie had provided. Everything in balance.

A little more suit testing was required and I was released from my ropes, Maggie manoeuvred me over the high horse and slowly slid down the three way zip to provide just sufficient an opening to mount me from the rear and give my arse a good seeing to. The zips worked well, as can be attested to by the very pleasant glow that was building in my backside.

Mistress had more surprises and her printed schedule required moving to the Clinic where I was going to receive my introduction to sounds. Nothing to do with ears decibels etc, much more intimate than that. I was to maintain steady breathing using a rebreather mask, then Maggie gently lubed up my urethra and ever so gently let my first sound find its way easily and smoothly down my cock.

I must admit, for the first time, it was totally pain free and I was a little disappointed when Maggie declared that she had achieved what was required and didn't want to damage her property with anything larger this first time. I certainly didn't feel damaged but Maggie was at the sharp end, so to speak, and declared the inaugural sounding well and truly open. Mistress applied a little juice by sticking electro pads on my scrotum but kept her e-stim simple, balls pulsing at a gentle rhythm, cock and sound gently swaying, her slave had just successfully received the sound and she didn't want to spoil my new sound sensation. I have said before that Maggie always looks after the welfare of her slaves and today was no exception. I know I am safe in her hands. Sometimes I think Mistress is too good to her slaves, but I am certainly not complaining.

After all the intense new activities, it was time for Mistress to have some relaxing rubber fun and we returned to the Playroom for Maggie to slip and slide and slither all over her rubber slave as we luxuriated and relaxed on the rubber bed and I reflected on another exceptional experience with Mistress Maggie.

Extreme Ball Stretching

Mistress Maggie started the session with a request for foot worship followed by warm up exercises. I was to lay on the floor with a plastic bag covering my head, Maggie began offering some 'helpful' guidance as to how she would trample on my rather ample girth at the start of each session until I was able to get comfortably into my cat suit. This meant a lot of bare foot trampling on my flabby bits, Maggie also using her bare feet to rub the plastic into my face until she got her message across; cut down on the chips or it would be done wearing boots next time!

I had my latex shorts that Mistress has taken a liking to, together with knee length latex socks and latex gloves and as a nice thought, my knee pads to facilitate a good grovel on my part. Maggie was wearing her silver latex skirt and black top, silver boots and looked absolutely stunning.

Then a lesson on how to successfully create the gaffer tape gag. I had at some stage mentioned that I thought most if not all pictures showing people gagged with tape just wouldn't work. It is easy to stretch your cheeks, work a bit of spit into the glue, exhale sharply and the integrity of the gag deteriorates rapidly. I was, of course talking drivel as Maggie went on to prove.

First, a pair of still warm, Mistresses panties in the mouth and a used stocking to absorb the spit. Follow that with some short pieces of gaffer to get the panties secured, add a couple of wraps right round the head, et voila. A most effective and enduring gaffer tape gag. Mistress, right as always says that I talk drivel, although talking of any form was now impossible. At least I had the taste of Mistress with me.

Satisfied that I was going to be quiet for the rest of the session, Maggie reinforced her position by locking a stout, steel collar on top of my slave collar.

That was engineered to be a mean bit of kit as she used it, together with stout chains at hand and foot to secure me to the latex bondage bed. The sensation of Maggie reaching over to secure my left arm and leg were electric. The soft caress as her tightly encased bosom against my naked chest rendered me totally under her delightful control.

Now for introduction to something REALLY over engineered. Maggie's husband had designed the chunky ball stretching machine many years ago but this was my first introduction. It dawned on me that Maggie's planning was thorough as always. Wearing the latex stockings stopped the plank from working loose. Once strapped and locked in position below the knees, that is where it stayed.



The ball stretcher is a solid chunk of wood and together with the screw capstan for stretching weighs about seven pounds. Over engineered or what!

Mistress busied herself with fitting the leather parachute harness round my scrotum and then cord from the parachute to the thrust bearing on top of the tightening screw.

All was now ready to put the beast to its intended job, with Maggie literally turning the screw as my balls gradually but firmly were pulled away from the rest of my body. A few more turns, a little time to acclimatise to my balls enforced freedom, a few more turns and Mistress finally was satisfied that they had journeyed about as far south as I could manage.

All the time there was discernible care shown by Maggie. With each turn of the screw, a pat of the balls and an enquiry if I was all right. I was of course still wearing my stocking and Mistresses panties but nodded and groaned occasionally.

Once fully extended, it was time for a little quiet reflection and some TLC  by Maggie as she stroked my head and reminded me that I needed to get used to this stretching as I would be expected to remain stretched for quite a time before she decided if I could be released.

No time for freedom. Once released a vibro plug was inserted, I was sat on the stool and fitted into the stocks and Mistress gave my cock and balls a quick whipping. I suppose Mistress had more to aim at due to their recent stretching. After the ball beating, Maggie removed her skirt donned a strapon and I got a good mouth full to "get used to the size as I will be poking it up your bum very soon".

Mistress had planned the finale as an altogether more gentler affair than ball bashing, busting or stretching. I had recently been introduced to the etiquette to be used whilst stroking Mistresses latex clad buttocks and it only took a quick stroke on her behalf to remind me how she best appreciated having her bottom administered to; gentle strokes with latex gloved hands and no pinching or kneading. This was followed by a prolonged licking of her latex rear which led on to a wonderfully stimulating time under the latex sheet with both Mistress and slave wearing our Lithuanian gas masks and producing an excellent climax to another excellent session.

Urtica Dioica - Nettled Nuts

Mistress Maggie likes to win. The games that she plays with her slaves tend to be weighted in her favour and today's session was no different.

It all started rather pleasantly with Maggie doing a spot of face sitting in her leather leggings whilst informing me of the exciting challenge she had planned for her slave today. I love Maggie's rear at such close quarters, you get to experience the privilege of another beautiful method of slave suffocation.

I am not sure how the topic ever came up but I had, rather naively mentioned in a previous session that I thought nettles were good for a garden, attracting a wide array of insects.

Maggie is very astute, incredibly perceptive and a very good listener. Nothing escapes her sharp hearing, incidentally if you are given the opportunity, Maggie has really attractive and wonderfully sensitive ears and lobes and a little lick may get a slave several brownie points. Alternatively it may get you a good hiding . . . I digress again.

Maggie had picked up that I was anything but a green fingered entomologist, nonetheless I would be assisting her with some gardening by attracting some insects into her nettle patch (hence the title Urtica dioica). An amusing little game, for Maggie at least, involving more strenuous participation from her slave. On went the straight-jacket and tight hood, and I was ordered on to the rubber bed to have a leather strap and ring tightened round my balls.

Maggie attached an insect using a rather severe clamp right on the end of my cock. To win the game I had to land four different winged insects in the pot of nettles conveniently situated in the far corner of the Playroom, I also had to identify each of the insects. Sounds easy apart from the likely stinging of cock and balls if I misjudged the flight path. Yep, too easy for Maggie, sitting gracefully on her throne thumbing through her copy of the ‘Observers Book of British Insects’. A piece of bungee cord was hooked on to my balls, that required stretching if I were to land the insects successfully. OK, a little more difficult for slave now!

At this point I thought that Maggie had gone OTT but I was determined to do my best just to show how well Maggie had trained me. I was to lunge into the nettle pot and land the bug, return to Maggie and identify the pesky critter.

Stretching the bungee was very distracting and I am sure that is why I struggled. Imagine, getting close with a smile on your face, knowing exactly where you wanted your landing gear to go then having to stretch bungeed balls. It was like trying to land a plane in a severe side wind. Cock and balls all over the place and inevitable you end up in the middle of the nettles and not where you were aiming. I think the insect featured here is the lesser spotted, silver back butterfly from Maggie's own collection.

Once identified, Mistress would kindly zap the bug with her electric tennis racket, then the same again . . .  Hmmm! - I started with a butterfly and when I finished with a bee, I had completed the tasks and thought I had won. I probably technically did but when I look back, I had my cock clamped, balls stretched, both nettled and lower regions electrically zapped on several occasions whilst Mistress was able to sit back laugh a lot at my antics and enjoy my efforts.


As I said, Maggie likes to win and I think in the cold light of day as I lay trussed on the carpet afterwards getting over stinging my cock and balls, that Maggie definitely won that one. The leather straight-jacket is a wonderfully comfortable yet totally secure creation that Maggie designed and made of the finest leather. The pale tan straps contrast nicely with the black leather and exposed skin. This is definitely another Maggie experience not to miss. The red cock and balls are my own creation, with a little stimulation from a mischievous Mistress and Urtica dioica.

For those of you who may get the opportunity to experience having your cock and balls nettled, the main barrier to enjoying the experience is that childhood fear. We were all stung as children and know they hurt like hell. In reality, in the midst of a good session, the nettles do sting but not excessively. You have other sensations to worry about and, unless you really are allergic to nettle stings, I found I had little problem with the minor discomfort. As you would expect Maggie had checked that beforehand without alerting me to the fact that cock and balls were about to be nettled. Anyway, I had more important issues to keep me occupied, isolated in my leather dreamworld, giving Mistress the right amount of privacy while she changed into her rubber nurse outfit ready for the next part of the session.


Into the clinic to check that my man-flu had cleared up, and not satisfied that I was bug free rubber nurse decided that a spot of aroma therapy would be necessary, delivered through one of her specially adapted gas-masks. The bright sparks of her violet wand were put to work on my nettled parts killing off the last vestiges of any bugs remaining from the Playroom, and there was I thinking that all bugs had already been removed after my nettling!

By the time I was returned to the playroom, I was declared fully fit and no nettle rash whatsoever. Mistress did allow me to lick clean her latex pants as I had been a good slave during my training. I must say, Maggie was magnanimous in defeat allowing such a privilege, as technically I did win the ball stretching games and it was one hell of a valuable prize for a slave to be granted!

Heavy Rubber Suspension

Mistress Maggie had sent me a pre-session note saying she’d been busy looking at my homework and I should look forward to receiving my results today adding that it might be a good idea for me to bring her an apple. An apple for the teacher eh! That took me back a long way.

When I was greeted at the door, I received instruction that, for the start of the session at least, Mistress was to be known as Miss Striker. Anyway, Miss Striker looked strict in her leather skirt, wide belt and boots, along with a black satin blouse and tie to show me who's boss.

I presented Miss Striker with a rosy red apple and she applied a plastic bag to my head, a strange exchange I thought but I was becoming used to expecting the totally unexpected. The bag was sealed in place with a collar and lead and I was ordered to my knees. Miss Striker is a natural at multitasking, taking charge of my breath control, walking me to heel and verbally reprimanding me simultaneously, it was at that point that Miss Striker dropped the bombshell. I had made the same spelling mistake as I had on another occasion and, of course, after an initial warm up the same punishment would have to be repeated. My mistake? I managed to spell apologise with two p's.  

Unfortunately Miss Striker was not only wearing a leather belt but wielding one very effectively. I was too busy apologising and trying not to cry to count the number of strokes, but certainly as many as there are letters in apologise, plus a few more for good measure and, enough to teach me that a slaves apology cannot be taken seriously until he’s learned to spell the word. Perhaps a red apple wasn't the right choice as Miss Striker kept using it as a colour chart against the red of my backside. Do they do pale, delicate, bottom coloured apples?

How absolutely stupid can a slave get and I felt sorry for Mistress Maggie as she had kindly given me the name JoNep to help eliminate my clumsy spelling. I was really embarrassed that I had let her down. I now know there is one p in apologise and will not repeat that mistake.

I was chastened and very compliant after my strapping and willingly accepted the butt plug and ear plugs under a tight rubber helmet, before climbing inside the heavy bondage sack that  Mistress retrieved from a hanger. Each arm ending in mitts that can be wrapped and strapped around the body to be secured behind. Once strapped inside there is no escape and you quickly appreciate how much warmth can be built up inside the heavy rubber.

I was able to shuffle into the middle of the room and with Maggie's help made it safely into a prone position on top of the heavy leather suspension harness, directly under the overhead gantry.

Maggie had planned that I would receive the full isolation treatment; gag, blindfold, ear plugs, butt plug etc but always checks the welfare of her slaves before such a heavy session. I mentioned I had a bit of a snuffle and thought I might struggle with a full gag. I am always honest with Maggie and she accepted my man flu was genuine and agreed to forgo the gag but I was to receive the rest of my dressing list.


Extra strapping was attached round legs and arms and I was totally at the mercy of my Mistress. Exactly where any slave would wish to be. What was really surprising was how easily Maggie appeared to use the equipment to lift a rather heavy slave. The padlock joining wrist straps to the body harness was a little extra embelishment that, although not strictly necessary in the global scheme of this slaves incarceration, was another nice touch that reinforced my position as Maggie's slave.


I found it a little unnerving when I actually left the ground and had the free floating feeling. Will the straps hold?  Will my weight break the equipment? Can someone as slim as Mistress Maggie manage a well rounded slave like me? As it turned out, I had absolutely no cause for concern. Maggie had everything under total control and as I settled into swinging free, I had a most effective blindfold applied and was left gently swaying, in the dark and hearing only muffled sounds of the Playroom.


The situation was absolute bliss. Every now and then Mistress would stroke her slave or I would make a slight movement that would set up a gentle swaying. I have never experienced anything quite so relaxing or so sensuous. I was floating in a sea of blackness, knowing that I was the plaything of a beautiful Mistress. I drifted in an out of fantasies about remaining in this position for days, or even forever; being a Mistress Maggie plaything, dreaming of . . . well just Maggie and nothing else. I had no worries no concerns just a relaxed state of total servitude, sleep was very close.

It was no coincidence that Maggie had raised the slave sling to just below her midriff, and somehow during my isolation had managed to dress in a smaller latex ensemble, or at least thats what is smelled and felt like. I was there to do anything Mistress wanted after all and my suspended head created the perfect seat on which to rest a perfect latex clad bottom. This was definitely an experience to recommend and hopefully next time I will be 100% fit and not have to disappoint Maggie. I did get the impression that Mistress was satisfied with the cocoon her slave was safely enshrined within.

Devil Worship

Mistress Maggie was to be the devil woman for session 13; the person leading me down the road to temptation whilst dressed in her red boots, red latex tights, and a red short sleeved latex top. Very red and incredibly hot in all senses of the phrase.

Returning to the playroom wearing only latex socks and gloves to conceal my modesty to find Maggie, supine on the black bondage bed. The contrast between the black of the bed and the red of Mistresses attire was vivid and I needed no second instruction to proceed with the homage that slaves pay to their Mistress when entering her room. I think I hit the right spot with my kissing and licking of her rubber clad legs and a quick lick of the upturned latex covered bum was a joy to behold. I was already well ensnared by this red liveried Beelzebub.

The remote-controlled vibrating butt plug fitted after a good dollop of lube and a little wiggling and, of course, Maggie amused herself with quite a lot of product testing as she laid back and fondled the remote. The tight leather harness was used to encourage the anal invader to remain tormenting and titillating her charge. A barely disguised giggle emerged from Maggie as the vibrations set me twitching in time to the remote control testing resembling the lewd movements of  pagan rituals of old.

Once the white rubber hood was attached, Mistress was keen to reinforce my earlier lessons in my cleaning abilities I was to become a dust devil. A quick wrap of clingfilm to each arm then grab a duster in clenched fists and permanently attached with sticky tape to make me into Maggies dusting machine. A further wrap to seal the dusters in place, there to remain until Mistress was satisfied with my efforts and she removed the bindings. I was told to dust everything I could reach. In a rush of blood, I did manage a quick dust of Maggie's back as she turned to retrieve her remote and was fortunate that Mistress saw the funny side as it could have been REALLY bad if she had taken offence. It was a bit of fun and Maggie has a good, although sometimes strange, sense of humour hence two strips of some writing attached to my chest, before being told to clean high and low.

Being tallish I can just reach the ceiling, so started at the cage and moved round dusting everything I could get to. Avoiding Maggie this time as I didn't wish to push my luck. I was also able to read the words in the mirror whilst cleaning. 'Made in Yorkshire'.

Knocked the fire extinguisher over - oh shit! Fortunately it didn't go off or I suspect I may not be in a fit state to pen this blog! Dusted it clean and tried to act nonchalant as if it was meant to happen. Due to my size and the fact that my arms were now held rigidly straight with the tight clingfilm, I struggled to reach under the bed and bent one of the dusters. I felt it bend! Oh shit again! Fortunately, Mistress did seem to have a good laugh at my cleaning efforts and testing out the remote control.

With attachments, including butt-plug removed, Mistress 'walked me at heel' through to her new White Room ready for the next devil worshipping session and prepared me by having electrodes fitted to cock and balls and one that kept popping out of my ass hole. That was hardly surprising as my ass had just spent some time dancing to Maggie's whims as the vibrator wove its devilish web. This little electrode had little chance of staying in. With a blindfold fitted and the E-Stim set at just the right frequency and amplitude to hurt a bit but not to bury the feeling of delight. I couldn't have taken much more or I would have climaxed there and then!

Mistress likes to check how her meat is cooking and stuck a thermometer in to check the temperature. At least it was in my mouth! The verdict; Not hot enough and a bit more grilling was required. Up with the microwave/e-stim controls and I was covered with the thick latex baking sheet to marinade nicely for a little longer.

As the meat approached being done, Maggie applied a few embellishments. I could sense something burning and it wasn't me, or so I thought. Then it struck me what was burning. I probably was now heading for hell with the devil. Hot, molten wax was being dripped on to each nipple. After the first couple of drops, I was actually becoming accustomed to the extra warmth Mistress was giving me and after a few more drops, they became so gently painful as Mistress applied the finishing touches for warming me up for Hell! I wasn't going to mention whilst I was still being spot waxed but I was nearer heaven than hell at that point. Who knows where the next globules of hot liquid would have landed if Mistress had correctly interpreted my groans.

After the grilling, it was back to the playroom for some relaxation roped to the bondage cushion. Very comfortable even with hands tied and wrapped in latex sheet. I was a little naive as I couldn't work out why a dildo was attached to my chest? Mistress standing above me in her tight red latex jeans. What a delightful sight and taste as Maggie's tightly clad bottom fitted just perfectly across my face. I then found out what the dildo was for. Off came the red bottoms and Mistress moved onto my chest. I could just glimpse her enjoyment looking up through her legs. I was roped down unable to move and Maggie certainly was free and very active.

It is remarkable how quickly Mistress can regain her composure! With the sheet removed, two Lithuanian gas masks, were retrieved from their places on the Playroom wall. One for each of us, Mistress and slave connected by a common air supply. There was more humour and banter because my mask kept steaming up and something about this may have affected the Lithuanian war efforts and finally a spot of shared breathing. I finally, and reluctantly from my point of view, had my hands released and we relaxed under the rubber sheet on the bondage bed. I think the devil is insatiable! What an excellent experience; strange and highly erotic sharing the breathing in the gas-masks with your devil Mistress.

Attitude, Etiquette, Deportment

I would suggest that wannabe slaves read and digest this blog as failure to observe these basic rules can be painful!

I had been landed with the task of minding the family pet, which meant rescheduling session 12 at fairly short notice. It was an inauspicious start to this session, I had ratcheted up some infractions and was to receive a warm up spanking. Mistress Maggie is fair and did list how the misdemeanours had accumulated; Mistress was not impressed at playing second fiddle to a dog, I had vandalised a speed camera (I had actually banged my head on it whilst rushing to arrive), I’d sent a wrong review to a website and finally misspelled Mistress!  After 11 previous excellent sessions, I really should have known better and Mistress was, of course, totally justified in demonstrating her dissatisfaction about my slovenly approach to my training. The stout leather tawse did a good job of helping me with my poor spelling.

To-day wasn't about punishment. To-day was about reinforcing the previous lessons and removing some areas of sloppiness that I had allowed to creep in; how to behave in general and my approach to specific situations in the Playroom. The punishment beating/flogging/strapping was to highlight to me that general sloppiness would not be tolerated and did not reach Mistresses high standards.

We then progressed to the discipline required whilst 'walking to lead'. With a suitable collar fitted, for the next ten minutes or so I was walked upright and on all fours until I had reached an acceptable performance level. Whilst walking upright to lead you need to be very close behind Maggie and remaining on a loose rein. Concentrate so that the lead doesn't tighten or you get too close and bump. When 'walking' on all fours Maggie kept a tight lead to force an upright head that was close to her right thigh. I had little time to think of the delights of being in such close proximity of an excellent Mistress and had to concentrate on anticipating speed and the direction that Mistress wanted to go.

After 'walking to lead' had been completed to Maggie's satisfaction, a little quiet contemplation and reinforcement as to how a slave should behave in those rare moments when you are not required to be active. If you are on the floor, kneel upright, looking forward with wrists lightly clasped behind your back. Whilst standing, keep still, legs slightly apart for a good stable base and clasp your hands lightly behind your back. For both kneeling and standing, don't be tempted to shuffle round to always be facing Mistress. If she wants you to turn, you will be told. Oh! one final piece of advice, always be ready for the unexpected.

Time for a new experience. Mistress said that my hands must be tired after all that review penning and would likely benefit from a rest. Taking my wrists she roped them to the bondage bed and balls roped to the bed foot. I then received the red re-breather hood and the 'Tower Of Pain' nipple stretcher that Maggie's husband had designed and built for her. I can think of more relaxing positions for my wrists.



The re-breather was my first exposure to the latex helmet and takes a little getting used to but regular, slow, deep breaths help. If I breathed out heavily and adjusted the tilt of my head, I could just catch the odd glimpse of Maggie through the breathing holes as she moved around the Playroom.

After a considerable period of painful reflection where Maggie made sure the nipples were at a pleasing height, I was put to work cleaning the playroom. My arms secured, a brush stuck in the mouth and I was told to get on with my work. It was only a limited clean and certainly not up to Maggie's high standards for cleanliness in her Playroom, I will, no doubt, be receiving further education about cleaning procedures as my training progresses.

Thirsty work this cleaning and it was drinks time for me. Maggie had been sipping a nice cool glass of water throughout my exertions but not ordinary tap juice for Maggie's slaves. It was a real privilege that Mistress produced the freshest of fresh drinks. I received the liquid infusion via the feeding funnel Maggie had so thoughtfully fitted to my mouth. The wine was warm but did flow freely so I was well satiated and very chastened, and a very happy slave.

Shrink-wrapped slave

I had been told to expect rubber and plastic in equal amounts in my pre-session email. Mistress in her heavy rubber looked like the rubber Queen whereas I looked more like a bug, rigid in a plastic cocoon, waiting to be devoured.

Mistress Maggie was dressed in a spectacular black latex gown, shiny thigh high, laced black boots, an open faced latex hood topped off with a plume of plaited hair, I was dressed head to toe in very tight shrink wrap plastic. Mistress is a very clever wrapper; after all, why did she perform a full wrap with me standing and then cut away the knees?. Answer: it is impossible to sit down on the bondage chair from a standing position without the cut-aways. The knees, and rest of me, were soon covered in more plastic as I was wrapped again, this time firmly attaching me to the chair. A quick blast with the hairdryer, then Mistress was off regulating my air intake.

It was a strange sensation having the re-breather bag so close to my ear. I could hear myself breathing (most of the time), providing reassurance to both myself and Maggie that I was still alive!  Breathing was occasionally interrupted with a sharp intake of breath and a dead silence as I acclimatised to the million volts coursing through cock and balls. They were the only part of me exposed to the elements. Just enough to apply an electrode and allow Maggie to have a little extra fun with an electric box. I later discovered that she had used a BBQ fork to complete the circuit!

Note the clever application of tape around the mouth to provide a small, clear opening so the face mask could be worn for a long time without the plastic closing and spoiling the effect. As I said, Maggie is really good at this.