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!