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.
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