Black Friday

"A black rubber Mistress is on duty for Session 55. In fact everything will be black, sometimes for long periods. For best enjoyment it’s best to like black I think slave." 

This was my introduction to what my next session with Mistress Maggie would contain. Suitably understated, teasingly vague and classically titillating and tantalising, I love receiving my call up papers the evening before my visit to my Mistress. What could I glean from that? Black everything. Rubber, masks, blindfolds, but hopefully not Maggie in a black mood. I don't mind really, as Maggie, like everyone else, is entitled to vent her anger and black moods, the obvious recipients being her slaves. I was fortunate today, Mistress was in excellent spirits, not upset and really willing to explore all aspects of black latex play. I knew I was in for another exceptional experience the moment I walked through the door.

Mistress of course was all in black; a tight fitting latex skirt costume, zipped up to her chin, long gloves and latex hood with a long blond ponytail. I was soon to join her in my black latex catsuit, socks, gloves and a very fetching black latex hood. All black wasn't restricted to outside covering, Mistress explained that every sense would be under her total control, starting with an inflatable vibrating dildo gently positioned up my back side once the opening had been relaxed with a short deployment of my own butt plug. The zip was closed leaving just sufficient for the tube and connections leading to the vibrator to be fed through and I was an all black slave.

The next piece of the Black Friday jig-saw provided one of the most erotic experiences a slave is allowed to participate in. The dildo was strapped in place over my mouth and we adjourned to the Clinic for a spot of Mistress gratification. I, or rather the appendage attached to my mouth was being used to elicit the most guttural sounds from Maggie and I in turn was able to get a right eye full. Another moment when I felt really useful to Maggie, fulfilled and happy to help Mistress pleasure herself.

You also get a glimpse of the heavy black harness that Mistress wrapped round, securing me tightly in its grasp. I am not sure how a white target crept into the all black picture, unless it was to line something up during Maggie's fun time. You may also detect a distinct glint in my eyes and a huge smile under the dildo!

Eventually it was my time to climb on the couch. Not as unrestricted as Maggie, in fact I was tightly strapped ready for some more of Mistresses fun. In place of the dildo, I was inserted into the Russian gas mask. Tight, yet very comfortable and easy to breathe. A pair of Maggie's used black panties were inserted into the open breathing hole and wedged tightly enough to make breathing a little more difficult. A double coup for this slave. First being allowed to assist Mistress with the facial dildo then being allowed to breathe through a pair of her panties. Life was good for this slave on Black Friday.

Next a little mischievousness from Mistress. With me strapped immobile, my cock and balls were brought into the arena from their previously safe hiding place. I had arrived, as instructed, wearing my larger pee-through plug and this was the next area to receive attention. Mistress suggested several items that we may wish to hang from the protruding stainless steel loop. A bucket perhaps or even the re-breather bag would provide suitable ornamentation?

With the air supply cut off by Maggie's panties and the 
re-breather valve fully closed, I was told to last a minute without any replenishment. I'm still here and towards the end of that long minute, Maggie could have hung anything on the end of my cock ring and I would have been happy.

Mistress thought I hadn't had enough 'pleasure' yet. I keep mentioning Maggie is really thoughtful, and proceeded to wire up cock and balls to the Clinics electric supply, and to keep things tidy went on to encase cock, balls and trailing wires in the cock and ball sheath. 

You may gather from the photo that was certainly a 'snug' fitting sheath and I am sure my balls aren't actually that big. It did make for a nice, smooth, all black rubber slave for Mistress, allowing me to continue to please her all black theme. Even the bug eyes, that successfully eliminate all light through the Russian mask, came to the party and my vision matched the theme; all black.

With a pump pump here and a pump, pump there, here a buzz there a buzz everywhere a buzz buzz . . . . The passive inflatable dildo that had remained gently buzzing but flaccid from the start was now activated, as were the electrodes to cock and balls. I was really dancing to a pretty tune, apart from being strapped securely to the couch of course. Oh is there no end to the generosity from Mistress and the pleasure she brings to her slaves?


The answer is clearly no.

Mistress had one final pleasure that she wished to share with her slave. Well three actually if you count the nipple suction cups as two pleasures. I know Maggie enjoys a bit of breath restriction play and I am always willing to help Maggie satisfy her desires. The nipple cups were once again an illustration of how thorough and generous Mistress is when helping her slaves through their training. I thought I had escaped any nipple involvement as the breast zips had remained firmly closed, until now.


You will also note that apart from the white target on my forehead, the blue plunger was the only colour that Mistress allowed in an otherwise all black Friday session.

Maggie punched two small holes in the bag, reinforced with black tape just to make life more 'interesting' for me. I will try and hold out as long as possible before begging for air, I am more likely to receive an exquisite kiss through the plastic, the longer I can hold out. The two small holes provided almost, but not quite, enough air to survive. I did receive my kiss for lasting so long. Mistresses lips look so delightful through the steamy plastic as they move in close.

Then everything got a little frenzied. The nipple clamps were tightened a few turns, the butt plug pumped a couple of pumps, the electrics up a couple of notches and Mistress actually encouraged me to a fulfilling end to another excellent session. But there will only ever one Black Friday and there is only one Mistress Maggie.

A Little Quiet Contemplation

Like a naughty school boy, I was stood in the corner facing the cell wall whilst Mistress Maggie went about her Mistress work, polishing her own latex attire.

I am not sure Ofsted would approve. Me in full latex suit, rubber hood and secured against the cell door with stout straps. Rubber gag and blindfold made sure I wasn't going to complain. In any event, what did I have to complain about? I had just received an all over polish and been parked and secured against the cell door. It gave me time to think about my Mistress and what I had done right and more importantly anything that I had done wrong.

When released I could see that Mistress had been busy with a shining spray as her latex costume now had a mirror shine. I was to worship Mistress. All over her tight latex ski-pants, up and down her long boots, working my tongue around her corset buckles, in fact anywhere an eager slave was allowed to worship.

At the end, an electrode was secured and sealed on my balls inside the catsuit with a whisper from Mistress that "your cock will soon be getting very hot!"

Mistress and I had talked a few sessions back about an inflatable latex hood I had seen online, the bit that really excited me were the integral perspex eye holes that would make it airtight. What a surprise when Maggie announced that the exact same hood had arrived through her letter box very recently and I was going to wear it.

Or was I? "Shall I, shan't I let slave wear it?"  Mistress teased a little. "Would a little plastic bag treatment over the head be more appropriate? Gasp for breath then beg to wear the new hood, slave?"

I felt the softness as the gunmetal latex was gently rubbed against my cheeks and all the while, I was securely roped at shoulders elbows wrists and knees.

I thought the red ropes on black latex a nice touch as it was Valentines day after all. As it was the first hood wearing, Maggie decided, wisely as always, not to pump the hood to its maximum. That could wait for another day.

Meticulously planned as always. Mistress moved me from sitting to lying in the body-bag and the ropes required no adjustment. I was secure and I now understood why "your cock will soon be getting very hot!" Not quite a microwave, definitely not an oven but the body bag, combined with the electrics bubbling away on cock and balls certainly began to warm things up inside the bag. I was at the mercy of Mistress and her fiendish remote control. Just to be sure I was 'enjoying' my little bagged rest, Maggie 'allowed' me to wear a couple of nipple clamps; red of course to compliment the ropes and the colour of my bloody nipples after those vicious little blighters had done their work.

Ofsted rating of the Mistress Maggie Training Establishment? An outstanding provider of course.