A Testing Rubber Time

Mistress Maggie definitely has a liking for latex and specifically, it appears, for a pair of chlorinated black latex shorts that I bought to wear specially for Maggie's benefit (and mine if I am honest). It therefore came as no surprise when I was dispatched to the bathroom with instructions to return wearing the shorts and matching latex accessories of gloves and socks and, of course, my leather slave collar.

In an instance, my butt plug was securely inserted, I had the over-engineered steel collar locked over my slave collar and heavy shackles attached to arms and legs. It was time for a walk on a very short lead, a slow circuit or two round the playroom, Maggie walking alongside teasingly dangling a latex hood and said as we 'walked' around "Right slave today I am going to assess how much you like rubber." Mistress knows that I love rubber but loves to tease her slaves.

Mistress then asked me a stream of quick questions: my slave name, my purpose as slave, how much I loved rubber, to beg for it, and finally to quote my slave promise and a couple of the 16 house rules before I could have the latex mask fitted. Oh shit! That's when the heavy iron shackles took their toll. I had to concentrate on keeping up and couldn't accurately recite my promise but did spurt out at least one rule. "Rule 4  – The slave cannot possibly know all the rules". I thought that was the best one to know as it covers a slaves stupidity for the remaining 15 rules.

Not good enough. Maggie rapidly had my head inside a plastic bag to 'encourage' me to remember. Fine but that had the same effect as the shackles I concentrated on Mistress and not remembering the rules. Failed! I ended up leaning against the wall and receiving the crop for my tardiness. (Note for self when I revisit this blog. Learn the Rules and the promise I made to my Mistress). I was disappointed that I wasn't allowed the latex hood but mortified that I had not been able to quote my promise.

It appeared that Mistress Maggie does have a soft side that occasionally emerges and she did relent as I was led into the Clinic. I was allowed to wear the latex hood as I was inserted into the latex operation gown and strapped to the gynaecological couch ready for my operation. Maggie returned wearing her white doctors coat carrying a syringe. At the time I knew something was injected, one shot in each nipple ready for the next part of the procedure. On reflection, I am unsure what, if anything, was in the syringe. I couldn't see and Maggie has a wonderful way of fucking with her slaves minds. Either way it didn't matter as I have signed the full consent forms and willingly submit to anything that Mistress wishes to do to her slave.

Next stop after nipple pricking was my mouth. Maggie got me to open wide and, as with all good dental practises, stopped any involuntary biting of her latex gloved hands by applying the dental gag. The dental torch was turned on and its beam directed into my mouth. I am no expert but am fairly certain that there is something in the "Best Dental Support Manual" that indicates that a spreader should not be deployed so wide, but perhaps Mistress missed that page of the manual?. I was given a full inspection, teeth poked and prodded and I even had a filling applied, although the amalgam did taste a lot like toothpaste. Turns out it was; peppermint flavoured I think.

And now for some innovative post operative care. After a normal operation, you expect to receive bandages to cover the area operated on to aid recovery and prevent infection. Not the normal white crepe bandages for Doctor Maggie. Clingfilm bandages. Now I saw the reason for Mistress allowing me to wear the latex hood. Not because she was going soft. No! More part of her planning. Mistress, thorough in the planning department as always, tightly wound my latex head with clear plastic. Fortunately the affected area, my mouth, was the only bit left un-bandaged. Strange that in view of what was said earlier about where bandages are normally applied. Cling film is very effective and clingy when applied over latex.

The mouth was to be protected from outside contamination using the Drager mouth tube and rebreather bag. Unfortunately, due to the rounded nature of my stomach, the outlet for the rebreather bag kept attaching itself to my latex operating gown and, although Maggie knows I thrive on this type of breath play, she thought her patient would be safer without it and removed the rebreather bag. Shame really as I was starting to enjoy this recovery stage.

Of course, a vital part of post operative care is the monitoring and perhaps the odd injection or two to ensure a speedy recovery. More lateral and innovative thinking from Maggie. The more conventional approach to monitoring may have been to attach the monitor to a finger, injections to the arm and a thermometer under the tongue.

As you can see, Doctor Maggie applied the monitoring to my cock and balls. (I think she may have missed that page from the manual as well because I am sure the monitor should receive electrical input rather than give electric shocks to the patient.) The injection was up my backside with the introduction of an ice dildo in place of my butt plug, giving a slow release of the medicine and, according to Doctor Maggie, an insight into her recent trip to Chicago where temperatures were fit to freeze the nuts off a brass monkey; The use of a vibrating penis plug in place of a thermometer was either gross medical negligence, greatly innovative in design, or simply misreading another page in the manual. It was a relief to receive a gentle rubber gloved massage from Maggie as the final part of the recovery program.

If you have read this far you may be thinking that I am advocating Mistress refreshes her knowledge of certain parts of the Best Dental Support Manual. On the contrary. Another of the House rules that I was not able to quote is, Rule 6  – Mistress is never wrong and in any event, this patient has no complaints whatsoever.

A Right Good Plastic Planking

My next training plan arrived . . .  to take pictures of the plank in use. With this in mind you should behave like a model, make sure you are well groomed and ready for film, it should not take much talent to lie on a plank and have your Mistress make you secure.

Mistress Maggie and her husband John had created yet another masterpiece for Maggie to use on her slaves. A simple plank with detachable legs, solid construction and certainly sufficient for my bulk, beautifully finished and incredibly sturdy in operation. At a less superficial level, the simplicity allows so much versatility when used in The Playroom. Today it was to be used to make Mistresses slave totally immobile and I loved the concept.


In common with virtually all my training, lessons commenced with paying homage to Mistress. On this occasion it was cleaning and worshipping her boots. Black shiny patents just below the knee and laced up the front. It is always a wonderful start as I gently cradle her legs and work my tongue up and down, staying strictly on the footwear. Today I had a black latex hood, but in other lessons Mistress strokes my hair as I proceed with my duties. In either case it is a highly charged, intimate re-acquaintance between Mistress and slave.


Before moving to the business of the session, Maggie had some unfinished business to perform. Punishment brought on by my untidiness in the previous session, when I had inadvertently opened my mouth and left dribbles on the Playroom upholstery. Straight over her knee and a warm arse spanking to remind me that such tawdriness would not be tolerated.


Worship and outstanding business completed, we moved to the landing for me to help Mistress retrieve the plank. After all what use is it having a devoted slave if they don't perform some of the humping and moving of the heavier equipment. The tree was retrieved along with the four legs, Mistress got the legs, I got the heavy bit and one of those delightfully twinkly smiles from Maggie when she knows exactly what predicament her slave will be in. A quick screw of each leg and Maggie was keen to demonstrate how sturdy it was by sitting in the middle. No give or bend at all.

Apart from the almost obligatory socks and gloves, no more latex today. The latex hood was removed and replaced with the plastic inflatable one and I was inserted into the loose fitting, very comfortable plastic body suit. The reason? Shrink wrap and plastic stick so well together as I was rapidly going to find out.

Although The Plank was new, I can testify that Mistress is no novice when it comes to wrapping her belongings. Worthy of mention as it again illustrates Maggie's attention to detail, small cushions were placed at the nape of the neck and one beneath the ankles. These were essential to a slaves well being. After all, what good is a permanently damaged slave to his Mistress?

My hood became tight as Mistress breathed her air into the inflation valve, isolating the inner mask from the outer world.

Ah the hair dryer! Just when I thought things couldn't get tighter, out came the heavy duty hair dryer. Maggie played it all over my body and that really did tighten things up. It was a little strange that Maggie spent quite a bit of time playing the heat on my lower midriff area and what you can see, just, is the ball weight that Maggie instructed me to arrive wearing and a rather rampant but highly compressed cock.

I must say that the criss-crossing leather straps were a little like overkill and I mentioned this to Mistress after the session. Maggie simply said it was a statement and an aesthetically pleasing addition to her work of art. Maggie had fun wrapping the continuous leather strap round her plastic toy.

Then the sweetest of actions that Mistress occasionally bestows on her slave. She blew me a kiss gently down the air hole accompanied by a good lungful of Mistress air for me to breathe. As a positive bonus to my hard work during the session, this photo shows the absolutely stunning profile of my Mistress.

Then time to treat me to a vision of her in her opaque plastic mac that I had previously so admired. As the picture shows, the sheen of her mac really complements the glistening of the plastic covered blob on The Plank. To quote Mistress Maggie, 'the translucent metallic lining gives the raincoat a super sharp glassy look and an element of mystery'. I could not begin to describe the effect as well as Mistress did. It did of course mean that my appendage just strained more and more inside the wrapping.

Not for the first time, I struggled for breath as Mistress slithered over my tightly restricted chest in her stunning mac; not enough to induce panic but sufficient to know that Maggie was in TOTAL charge of her property. The plastic of her mac and the plastic of my body making those squeaky plasticky sounds that can only be achieved by plastic on tight plastic.

Back to the script, off came the inflatable mask and Mistress continued with the final lessons of the session. I was to be reminded that at all times I am her property and plaything and that whatever Mistress wished to do to her slave would happen. I was, after all hardly in a position to argue. Maggie positioned herself over my face and let out a stream of sweet wine into the mouth of her slave.

It was a long session and I need to thank Mistresses husband, John, for the patience and expertise he showed taking the pictures as well as creating The Plank. We had agreed before the start that this would be a good platform for the new skill of Planking and I readily agreed to Johns presence throughout to take some excellent shots.

Did I behave like a model? If a model is a rigidly fixed plastic slave on a plank then Yes. 

Did I require any talent for this photo shoot? No, only unswerving loyalty and obedience to my Mistress.

Did The Plank stand up to the weight of a 'chunky' slave? Yes it is definitely fit for purpose.


Note for you Plankers out there. After a lengthy Planking your knees lock. It takes a little while for them to relax and start to function again. Mistress was aware of this temporary effect and allowed plenty of recovery time once released. 


I am really fortunate that I have an excellent Mistress who knows these things.

Mistress Pulled in Playroom

Don't get the wrong idea about the title; all will become clear.

What was clear before my training with Mistress Maggie was that I had pulled my back doing something or other. Anyway, Mistress expects and demands honesty from her slaves, so I notified Maggie beforehand that I was experiencing the occasional twinge. I normally make no requests as Maggie is always in total charge, but on this occasion I asked if my slave dressing could include the broad waist corset to act as a back support. There was no way that I was prepared to miss my training if at all possible. I have recently read that, to be a really great Mistress requires more than just the ability to inflict pain, any sadist can do that. Nor just the ability to tie someone up or to always look absolutely stunning. But the truly great Mistress shows understanding, care and empathy for the slaves they own and know when to adjust their approach to their charges and when to accept that the slave is less than 100%. Maggie once more proved a really great Mistress with the changed tone of the calling email  '. . . I have devised a lighter session for a delicate slave as a foundation for tomorrows training . . .'

And so it was. I was able to perform my obligatory worship at the start of the session and helped into my red latex catsuit by Maggie. I have already extolled the virtues of this experience so suffice is to say by the time Maggie had cleaned and polished her slave, I was feeling a little excited to say the least. The waist corset added to that excitement and I knew my back would be fine. In fact, all the omens were that today was going to be, yet again, one of those very exciting sessions.

First session after Christmas and Mistress was aware her slave may be a little boisterous and very pleased to resume training. To remove all temptation and avoid the odd hand trying to sneak a gentle caress of a passing latex clad cheek, or perhaps trying to lick a nipple as it wafted in range of an eager mouth, Mistress took the pragmatic approach and made sure hands and face were otherwise occupied. Naturally, a stern ‘don't do it’ would be effective, but I think Mistress found it far more rewarding to use distraction therapy as she teased her very willing subject.

The solution was quick, easy and most effective. Stick something in each hand with instructions not to drop them and attach a full face visor, add a couple of short lengths of chain and once more Maggie could start to enjoy herself without the worry of a recalcitrant slave. Of course, when the left handed object was put to its intended use by Mistress, the chain then became an essential adornment. I loved every moment of the torment. The only thing that wasn’t used during Maggie's playtime was the useless object between my legs. The other three rubber dildos each saw their fair share of action and the gasmask did occasionally mist up due to over use of the breathing tube. Hmmm, helluva late Christmas present and my hands didn't stray once.

Maggie obviously had had a good Christmas and remained in playful mood and had rapidly redesigned this part of the session to help with any potential back issues. The intention was to encourage a good, upright posture while exercising the leg muscles in a natural way. Natural! Humph that was a laugh. What I had to do was manoeuvre sideways in crab-like fashion whilst tethered like a puppet on two horizontal ropes. To make the task more interesting Mistress blindfolded me, then locked the leather head cage in place and finished it all with my slave collar, d-ring to the front. My sense of direction would be directed by listening to my Mistresses laughter and encouraging comments. Follow the voice and progress to and fro across the room. One end of the pair of ropes was secured to the cell bars whilst the other ends were stretched taught and secured to the Playroom throne, where Maggie sat majestically calling the tune.

Moving away from the cell anchorage was a bit of a struggle with the rope being reluctant to slide through the three d-rings. Not insurmountable. A big strong step sideways and the ropes began sliding and I was on the move. Two or three steps and the instruction reversed and I side-stepped relatively easily back to the cell bars.

Too easy for Maggie's liking, and one of the Playroom weights was hung from my dangling balls with the delightfully whispered comment.  'Lets see what you work like with stretched balls.'

At this point I should mention that I had no recollection of my cocks attachment to the bears spiky collar. The photo suggests I am actually trying something strange with the Playroom’s leather bear. Fortunately it is an optical illusion staged by Maggie; I do love her sense of humour.

After the session Mistress commented about the peculiar shot with her bear: 'Yes, I admit that I pointed my camera that way on purpose and that you are not abusing my bear in this photograph. No need anyway Jo, it's a moment that can be saved for a better occasion, I am more than happy to devise a whole session based on your interaction with my leather bears sounding jewellery.

In the meantime it would be a good idea for you to hide your shyness and become more familiar and personable with my bear - his name is Ted.'

Anyway, back to pulling my Mistress. I moved crab-like away from the cell doors. Same routine, a quick tug to get the ropes moving and away I went. I was getting quite cocky now, trying to entertain Mistress with a little jig to really set the ball weight dancing. At the other end, Maggie lightly kicked my ball weight resulting in me swivelling away in surprise, consequently when I started to move I set off in the wrong direction. The rope reins tightened and I heard a squeal of amusement as the Playroom throne with Queen Maggie on it set into motion, her majesty being dragged along by her unruly slave as I set off across the room at a tangent. I stopped of course, Maggie laughed, relocated the bondage chair, put me back in the correct alignment, another playful swing of the ball weights, and the rest of the exercise was completed without further Mistress pulling. Who says a simple, fat slave cannot pull a beautiful Mistress?

And so to bed. Maggie had planned a bit of light muscle stimulation as a finale, or so she said. The light stimulation was achieved by some nice looking and apparently benign suction electrodes attached to the e-stim. The important point to know about them is they are used in pairs, so that any current only passes the short distance through the nipple. They are therefore safe to use above the waist. Another safety consideration that Mistress takes into account when planning electro-play.

Each pair of electrodes was attached independently to her e-stim circuits, and I think I detected Maggie tuning a symphony on each nipple by constantly adjusting the outputs to each one. Never a dull moment. A slow slow quick quick slow rhythm at the same time as a rumba on the other one. At least Maggie exercised some distraction therapy to take my mind away from the Blue Tit Tinglers. I was relieved that she did, as their rhythms were definitely heading for Strictly Cum Dancing.

I think every mask that Maggie uses on her slaves has a mouth shaped like a scowl or to depict an unhappy slave. In reality it should show perhaps the odd grimace, maybe an occasional twitch but predominantly a really big smile of satisfaction. I might not always appreciate her sense of humour but I always appreciate Maggie's sense of professionalism and safety.