Friday 29 June 2012

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.

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.

Friday 1 June 2012

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.