Latex Tie and Tease

I was advised by Mistress Maggie that session 60 would take me back in time, to the basics of rubber pervery. I left my clothes in the bathroom and returned to the Playroom wearing only black latex knee length stockings, zipped black latex opera gloves and my ever-present black leather slave collar. After the obligatory worship at Mistresses feet and having my new black, flexible butt plug comfortably inserted, we were ready for the real work.

We proceeded to get me into my tight black rubber catsuit, and then Maggie helped me into her thick black rubber bondage sack, making sure that every zip was shut tight. My head was covered with a tight latex hood and I was positioned on the bondage chair where Maggie wrapped me to the chair with her rubber bandages. Not tight, more symbolic, but enough to let me know I was expected to remain tied on the chair - and remain quiet by all accounts, as the rubber tube pump gag was inserted and inflated.

Maggie momentarily disappeared to the Clinic, returning with the IV stand, enema bag and associated tubes and carefully assembled them to my left. I had received enemas before but I thought it strange and virtually impossible to receive one in my current position, particularly as the butt-plug and two layers of encapsulating rubber intervened.

Well, I soon knew where the liquid was coming from as I watched Maggie slip her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, and deposit a full litre into a strategically placed measuring jug, then pour it into the enema bag.

As the enema bag was attached back on the IV stand, it dawned on me exactly where the liquid was intended to flow. The flexible rubber tubing was attached to the breathe-through inflatable gag that had just been installed.

Over the next hour or so I was subject to such an onslaught of teasing that was incredibly cruel. No tight ties, no spankings or slapping, no pain, no needles in nipples but the torture was there. Could it be that Mistresses reference to 'Back to Basics' actually was taking me back to that first session in 2011 where we were exploring what really pressed my buttons?

The teasing had started with watching Maggie pee a whole litre into the measuring jug. Mine to be consumed. Watching Mistress disrobe to her latex undies, erotically polish off a dish of sweetly scented strawberries and cream, then strap a latex dildo onto my lap. What can I say?. Having a totally untouchable, yet beautiful Mistress bouncing on my knee was so intensely frustrating!



At last Maggie hopped off, I had finished my drink and the piss bag was empty, an appropriate time to swap my pump up gag for a gas mask Mistress thought, she adjusted the head straps ensuring a tight fit and screwed on a flexible hose, she has used it before to cut off my air supply, in the most pleasurable of ways. More frustration for this gasping slave, now used as a mere accessory.

Mistress disappeared again. My senses had already been well tested, what with the strawberry smell, Maggie’s liquid infusion, her sounds of delight and my lack of breath, but when she returned she was carrying a gas mask, stopping in front of me she put it on. I did get a brief glimpse of her goggled eyes before being plunged into darkness with a blindfold.

The next few minutes were so intense as she began to cuddle and caress my rubber exterior, the exquisite breathes of Mistress so close and clear, I couldn’t take  any more teasing and with a grovelling apology I climaxed inside my zipped up catsuit.

Certified Slave

What a novel use for Mistress Maggie's new plank. I had experienced the plank in its more traditional, horizontal position when I was shrink-wrapped, but on this occasion Maggie was trying it out as a whipping plank.  Bare cock, high varnish wood and a little light exercise with my backside being strapped and you can't move your cock at all. It's stuck to the plank, but it presented no problems for Maggie when inserting my butt plug. Mistress must have been in one of her more 'green' moods as she stuck my head in the leg of one of her used stockings, applied a hemp rope gag and then gave me a light flogging.

It wasn't as easy to maintain balance when Mistress turned me round with back to the plank, I was not feeling too stable resting only on my heels.

We adjourned to the Clinic as Mistress deemed it safer for the next part of my training and I received my first introduction to rubber for this session. The tight, black latex hood with pinhole eyes, topped off with a stout leather muzzle and I was firmly strapped to the gynae ouch!

Ouch indeed as Mistress applied four sterile pins per nipple and then spent some time attaching an electro-loop and cock cap before securely roping cock and balls to her bondage board and switching on the electric waves. The rigging was completed with a suitable mooring rope between board and collar.

With typical efficiency, Maggie had even used a template on each nipple to make placing the pins easier. A sort of pattern for pinning! In any event my nipples were not getting away that easily and to ensure there was no sailing away, both nipples were moored to the cock board using the pins as mooring bollards. Not as painful as it might look so long as the weather remains calm and you don't make sharp movements. Not always easy as Maggie has a habit of teasing her slaves in this type of position. The odd kiss here, a quick pat there, a gentle stroke or sharp slap, all designed to extract that extra bit of motion.

Anyway, I must have performed adequately to Mistresses satisfaction as I ended up receiving her special 'Certificate of Training'.

Continuing the nautical theme we returned to the main Playroom for watersports. I was to help Mistress protect the decks, laying down a waterproof PVC sheet and prepare myself for a good showering.





How can such a petite lady create such a monsoon?