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.