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.