Vacuum Packed slave

Life as one of Mistress Maggie's slaves isn't all a bed of roses. Try as I might to avoid anything that would give Mistress Maggie the slightest excuse to administer additional punishment, I frequently end up with the juxtaposition by mentioning what I think are the most innocent and innocuous of things. Maggie is razor sharp when it comes to picking up even a hint of an excuse, then strikes like a coiled cobra to pounce and enthusiastically administer an extra flogging, strapping or caning to her useless slave. All fully deserved of course as Mistress is always right.

I had been told by Mistress that she was looking for a reason to thrash me, and demanding her time with ‘petty pedantries’ was enough to earn such a thrashing. I thought I was being helpful but Mistress, as always, knew I was being a smart arse so promptly set about giving me a smarting arse. The session got off the ground, literally as that cane does really make you jump, with a caning. I hadn't even been given time to change from my outdoor clothes. Down with pants, for a good caning with me once again spread over the whipping horse. No gag or restraints. I am well enough trained to do as instructed. Stretch out grunt a bit, even the odd spot of begging or even an occasional tear but otherwise take my punishment like a good slave.

During my corrective treatment I was to recite Rule 4, one of the 16 rules Mistress expects her slaves to live by during their training. That was bloody hard because the cane hurts like hell and I had to remember Rule 4 in between yowling as each stroke found its mark. Rule 4 is a really good one to learn as it does cover a multitude of bad memory lapses during a punishment: The slave cannot possibly know all the rules. - I suggest you learn that one well!


After the whirlwind had subsided and Maggie appeared a lot happier having got rid of some of her tension on her slaves backside, it was back to the schedule as if nothing had happened. In fact, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. A smart arse slave got his just deserts and punishment from his Mistress. A natural occurrence in the slave world. First to go on were the ox balls and leather separating strap. You can see where they got the name from as my balls look huge in the photo.

On with my rubber gloves and socks, butt plug inserted, helped into the thick black rubber catsuit and I was prepared and very ready for the next part of my training. Maggie did double check that I was OK before advising me that I would be incarcerated in the vac bed for a considerable length of time. A kind of vacuum packing not yet available in the supermarkets. Imagine at checkout, one cucumber, a packet of condoms, a tube of K-Y and, oh yes one vacuum packed slave please! I bet JS's shares would rocket if that ever occurs.

It is reassuring that Maggie always checks safety issues although I felt it unnecessary as I had a delightful experience the first time. Still it doesn't hurt to be cautious and Maggie is always right.

However, having the estim set to Program 4 level 10 around my delicate little bits might hurt quite a bit, particularly if I was inside for ninety minutes to gauge the long-term effects of vac-packing slaves. Does the product remain fresh? What are the results of miscellaneous external stimuli on the goods?  Does the effect of closing the airway for short periods effect the meat and two veg? All vital marketing questions that Maggie needed to investigate.

Finally a snug latex hood and I was settled inside the bed between the two clinging rubber layers with a rubber tube for an airway. The estim went on its insidious, unstoppable journey of teasing and tormenting and Maggie frequently added to that sense of building tension as she stroked my bits and pieces and applied the Playroom vibrator at strategic times to, by then, very sensitive areas. It was all merging into a very tense and exciting 90 minutes as I lay there, vacuum packed and once again in the total control of an exceptional Mistress.

Imagine the absolute high generated when Maggie de-vacuumed the bed, climbed inside and gave me a once over to make sure her property was still as fresh as when packaged and then gave me the most gentle of cuddles. Of course, she removed her red shoes that at the start of the session had received the correct level of slave homage.  I nearly lost control at that stage - but didn't; I have been too well trained for that to be allowed to happen. I think Maggie was satisfied that the vacuum packing is an effective method of slave preservation and control.

The session was far from over and the next bit was certainly going to be more taxing than the vac-bed but hopefully less painful than the cane. My balls were attended to first, squeezed inside a rubber ballsack, I was fitted with a gas mask and wrist and ankle shackles attached and close coupled. A nice touch was the rather fetching leather corset that makes this slave look a little thinner. The intention is, of course another item of bondage but it is really nice to wear for extended periods. The killer was the weight of chain Mistress applied. Most amusing to Maggie as I clinked and clanked down the stairs on my backside and most strenuous to me having ankles and wrists restricted, wearing the gas mask, and not to forget the ox balls that were still in their deadly embrace of my bollocks and came into abrupt contact with each and every step.

As instructed, I made Maggie a cheese and tomato sandwich and coffee and then acted as a footstool whilst Maggie relaxed and ate my offering. No mayonnaise! I had forgot to spread it on the sandwich. Oh merde! (one of my few bits of German).

I didn't think I could take another caning or even the threatened flogging for incompetence as I wearily made my way back to the Playroom to retrieve Maggie's flogger. Fortunately neither did Maggie.

When the gas mask came off she recognised that I was near the end of my tether and accepted that I had tried my hardest in very testing and demanding circumstances. Mistress Maggie is always fair on her slaves and recognises that if a slave genuinely and honestly has stretched his limits, he should not receive extra punishment, well not during the current session anyway. 

It was my own fault. In my strong desire to serve Mistress I hadn't realised how close to that edge I was and I certainly had not alerted Maggie that I was in difficulty. However physical limits are always there to be stretched and next time, Maggie will expect and receive more from her slave.

Shocking Shopping

Mistress Maggie wanted to be sure that her slave was paying attention to her instructions because today was to be an important shopping trip into the centre of town. Not a quick trip to Sainsburys for cucumber, condoms and KY but a proper extended trip with a proper shopping list, several different shops, shopping baskets and trolleys. A proper excursion. Naturally I would be on my best behaviour so as not to embarrass Mistress but to reinforce what was expected, a bit of pre-excursion guidance was deemed necessary.

I knelt on the Playroom floor with arms roped behind, completely naked, which, in itself was unusual but that didn't last long. Maggie soon had me wearing a fetching clear plastic number and black tie on top of a pair of polished clover clamps playing havoc with my nipples. For good measure Maggie encouraged my attention by applying hand pressure to the spiked penis corset. The black tie was sufficiently tight around the plastic for me to pay complete attention. The sooner I was able to understand and accept the rules for the day, the sooner I would be able to take another breath. I was paying attention as hard as my misting eyes and simple brain could manage.

It sounded easy enough even for this stupid slave. What could be simpler. After all, it was highly unlikely that Mistress would expect me to continue wearing the plastic number and black tie although I was instructed to wear my long sleeved black latex tee shirt under my coat. The shirt was very visible to anyone who cared to look but I didn't care. Mistress wanted me to wear latex and wear it I did. I had reservations about the penis corset but I would manage. Even that was removed and I thought I was in for a very easy slave day.

I thought something else might materialise and I was not wrong. Mistress dexterously applied an electric pad to my cock where the spiked corset had been sensitising my member and in went my trusty red butt plug but that was all. Naturally the butt plug would stay in place until our return and I wasn't at all displeased with that prospect. Maggie and I would know what pleasure was happening with my rear nicely full as we progressed with the shopping. I had to ensure no one else knew!

I had experienced a remote control before and was sure I could manage for our extended shopping trip. Not quite that simple, as you  might expect being a slave to an incredibly inventive Mistress.

Maggie's shopping list was foil based. It looked rather strange and a little sinister with wires attached to the shopping list but when I read it, it was quite innocuous and if not for the foil, an ordinary shopping list; bread lettuce, sausages . . . all normal shopping items.

I drove Mistress into town and we chatted pleasantly, me almost forgetting that Mistress had attached her electrode to my cock. Still, it was inactive and not uncomfortable. When we arrived, Mistress discretely attached the Boots tens unit cables to complete the circuit between cock, tens unit and shopping list. The unit was not turned on but I started to get a bit of an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was instructed to carry the shopping list and Maggie led the way into Boots. Rather appropriate that I was quite obviously carrying a Boots electrostim unit in my shopping basket whose wires disappeared into my trousers. No point in worrying. Mistress had planned this trip and I was really pleased to be out with a stunningly sexy woman.

Then it was turned on.

That's when I thought I might have embarrassed Mistress. As I touched the foil backed shopping list I got a shock. Strangely, mainly to my fingers when I gingerly touched the shopping list and then to my cock if I firmly grasped it (list not cock as we were in public!). All to do with conductivity or so I was told afterwards. In either event, grasp lightly, tingly fingers; grasp tightly, tingly cock. I spent the rest of the trip, much to Maggie's amusement, alternating from twitching fingers and twitching cock. Oh well, all in a days shopping for a devoted slave.

After successfully navigating all the shops, albeit a little gingerly at times, we returned, shelved  the purchases and adjourned to the Playroom for a little more intense and obvious latex instruction.

Balls were tightly strung as were my arms to the bed head and I got to wear the snug fitting latex mask as Maggie proceeded to get more fun from her tens machine. Oh yes, and a large current supplied up my rear as Mistress replaced my well travelled red butt plug with one with a little more bite when attached to the Boots machine. I do wish Mistress had added currants to the shopping list, it might have given me some warning as to the surprise that was waiting when we returned!

I also got to investigate a pair of Maggie's tights as Mistress descended on my face for me to get a really close look.

I did say earlier that I could manage this slaves life and I was not wrong. I really enjoy being with my Mistress in public and at least one of the Boots assistants appeared to enjoy overhearing Mistress quietly controlling her slave with the barely audible yet firm command "Come along slave!"