Mistress Maggie had decided that to mark our fiftieth session she would treat her slave, and asked what I fancied doing to mark such an occasion. An easy choice and no hesitation from me as I suggested Maggie choose something from her 'to do before too old’ list. Trying to be a slave to an exceptional Mistress is not about me or I, but about how to please your owner and what pleased Maggie was a trip to a local restaurant for a celebratory meal. It would also serve as a Christmas meal for us all.
From my earlier blogs, you would expect this would be no ordinary meal and the other point you may have gathered is that Maggie meticulously plans her activities with her slave, nothing is left to chance. And so it was for our meal. Unusually I received instructions on what was to happen a week before the event; normally I have 24 hours to get excited but this time I got a full seven days.
'You can take me out for lunch on Friday the 13th, I may pick something suitable from the menu for you.
You will need to hire a wheelchair slave, pick one that seems right for you and get it to my house before Friday, so I can inspect it and practise with it before our lunch date. . .'
Two trips to my Mistress in the same week. It really was Christmas. Wheelchair practise was arranged for Wednesday which set my timetable to locate a hire chair and collect it for our adventure. '. . . just make sure it has handles so I can push you along and folds up to fit in your car. . . ‘.
It was an unusual feeling going into a hire shop to ask for a wheelchair. What was my reason? Why did I need it? I suddenly developed a brother from Yorkshire who was visiting for Christmas and couldn't bring his own chair on the train. Whatever, the story worked and I duly arrived at Maggie's Chambers with my new transport.
Maggie had already planned the scenario. I was to be secured to the chair with stout leather straps and would be totally immobile. If anyone cared to ask, we would briefly explain that I’d been injured which left me paralysed from neck down. I was told not to worry as I would have a blanket to cover the leather mitts, straps around my waist and chest, upper and lower arms firmly strapped to chair, same with the top of the thighs. The dry run was thorough with one or two adjustments necessary to accommodate the shape of the chair; a neck brace made my slave collar invisible and finally Mistress was satisfied. John, Maggie's husband, would chauffeur us and take photos, Maggie would push me around and all I had to do was to sit still in the wheelchair bondage and not embarrass Mistress.The chair itself was quite a novelty. None of us had any previous experience with a wheelchair, so we all enjoyed having a ride around in the lounge in it, checking out its pros and cons and generally get a bit of a feel for what it would be like to be truly immobilised due to disability.
Discussions about applying an invisible gag were soon knocked on the head, I can talk too much but Maggie took the more practical approach, deciding that if I were gagged then I couldn't be fed! Maggie seemed happy that her prep had gone well, and with all preparations complete I was sent home with a considerable protuberance inside my pants, full of excited expectation as to Fridays celebratory meal.
Boy, what an exciting two days. The anticipation and suspense surrounding what was about to happen was intense. The calling e-mail 24 hours before the meal did nothing to reduce that building excitement, in fact, just the opposite:
'. . . you can arrive in your rubber shorts under normal clothes and jacket, your red butt plug is required. Bring your black kit bag so that you are fully equipped for some after dinner pervery.
Let me know asap of any food allergies you have or any foods that you don't enjoy.
You can depend on me to make sure you are well catered for on your 50th anniversary slave. . .'
I eat anything and everything so no worries there then, and so I arrived and had my butt plug installed ready for an exciting celebratory meal with my Mistress and her husband.
The preparation paid off as arrival in the restaurant went without a hitch. John and Maggie getting me settled in and strapped into the chair in the car-park, covered my bondage secret with a blanket, the neck brace was strapped on and Maggie pushed me through into the dining hall. We were immediately welcomed and directed to our allotted table.
I was pleased I wasn't gagged as we were able to talk in a relaxed way, three friends out to celebrate. Maggie selected toad in the hole for me and laughed as she finally found a very effective yet totally natural gag to shut her slave up. I must say that sausage was beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed being gagged in public by an incredibly attractive Mistress.
Maggie was in total charge of her slave and allowed me a glass of cider and a celebratory glass of wine. Both, of course, having to be drunk through a straw as Maggie held the glass.
Every now and then her mischievous side crept to the forefront with a whispered tease in my captive ear or the straw just a little out of reach and we chatted and relaxed.
The staff were excellent and I have great admiration how, with me in the wheelchair, we were made to feel welcome and not like a social outcast. I would have shaken their hands but for the bondage mitts that were secured firmly to the wheelchair arms. I wonder if they would have appreciated my slave collar disguised by the neck brace?
I just hope that Maggie and her husband enjoyed the adventure as much as I did. The picture suggests that Maggie should be able to tick off one more item from her 'to-do’ list, and that smile to me suggests a very happy and relaxed Mistress, which is after all what every slave should aim to achieve.
Oh what a buzz. I can only restate that I must be the luckiest slave alive to be owned and trained by such an experienced and attractive Mistress.
Just for clarification as I am sure someone may be interested, the beanie hat has been electronically added for anonymity and did not form part of my dressing and I know I look old for 50.
The bottom line is Friday the 13th is always a lucky day for me when I am in training with my Mistress.
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