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!