Sports Day

A June day and Mistress Maggie had organised a few games for our amusement. You get a tantalising glimpse through the small semi-transparent panel in the front door and I guessed it was Maggie the rubber nurse greeting me today.

Returning to the Playroom in my black latex stockings and gloves, Maggie retrieved a tight fitting black latex hood for me to wear and with a smile started my incarceration. Even with only the three items I could sympathise with my Mistress who by now must be warming nicely inside her latex uniform. I was cleaning Maggie's footwear when, seeing a moment when I was kissing her instep and my bum high in the air, I was told to stay still and in a flash the lubricant was out and in, closely followed by my flexible butt plug. I could sense that Maggie was in a feisty mood, a sure sign of a lively session.

Thoughtful for her slaves welfare, Maggie asked if I wished to wear my heavy weight latex catsuit or was it too warm for full rubber? Even with the building heat I was not about to disappoint my Mistress who likes me to wear some rubber. 'Suit please.' That was a struggle as my body was already starting to moisten. Lots of talc, a lot of pulling and tugging, and we finally had it on, slave collar reattached over suit and hood and that was me sealed inside heavy rubber.

I was starting to question my sanity as the first trickles of sweat started their journey down my back. Oh well, I'd made my bed so now I'll float in it and I know how it pleases Maggie, and I do rather like being in latex. Mistress told me to stand and watch her short demonstration because ‘Nurse is monitoring your respiration today’. Maggie lay down on the low bench showing how I should present myself for her treatment, black rope ready to anchor me on.

The first of the days sporting activities was a card game. Hardly an Olympic sport, but nevertheless a 'competitive' event with simple rules. When I said 'stop', the colour of the card determined the reward I was to achieve. It was now clear why Nurse Maggie had donned her red latex operating gown. I however would be wearing a substantial 'O' gag, most unfair because all I could do was lie open mouthed waiting for my rewards and grunt at the appropriate time. Nurse Maggie straddled me and turned the cards one at a time on my pinioned chest.

I was soon into the swing of the game. A black card and Nurse would descend on my face with her black latex panties, a red card and her red operating gown would be stretched over my face and gag. As the game progressed, Nurse Maggie decided she would make it harder by removing the gag, as a more effective airtight seal would be achieved without it. Not one bit of it. Maggie knows how I love to be suffocated by her. At last I was let off onto a waiting towel, a few good smotherings and you do sweat a lot, and take my advice, catsuit zips are NOT watertight.

It was a pleasant walk through to the Clinic. When strapped onto the gynae couch the cool air was allowed to flow round my cock and balls as Mistress unzipped me ready for more attention. It is very relaxing watching Maggie going about her preparations, as I understood that I was about to receive my second catheter. A full squirt of antiseptic gel down the end of my penis also added to the cooling effects but from inside this time. Although strapped down I was relatively free and able to gaze at Mistresses profile as she read her check list, checked that everything was in the right place, donned the surgical gloves and made ready the catheter.

Gently guiding the tube on its long journey; constant feedback required by Maggie to ensure it wasn't damaging her property and it was in. A strange sensation. Not at all unpleasant. I could feel the progress of the tube as it invaded my urethra further and further until I could feel it entering the bladder. Before its final few inches of the journey Maggie did apply a heavy duty clamp to prevent unplanned leakage. I swear the cooling gel actually lowered the temperature of my internal bits as the tube carried it further inside.
A gentle application of sterile water to inflate the internal catheter bulb, that was it. My water works were now totally controlled by Mistress.

With the tube comfortably in place and the pee flowing into the drain bag to Maggie's satisfaction, the preparations for game two could get under way. A little easing of the back passage necessary for the installation of an inflatable dildo. On went the plastic bag containing the aroma soaked pad and Maggie made sure that I only breathed in the aroma inside the bag. Several deep breaths, a notable relaxation of the sphincter and Maggie soon had her dildo exactly where intended.

Four more items and Maggie would be ready for some more fun. First the black and white rubber helmet, a little problematic to zip on resulting in me forcing the dildo out of my bum as I strained to adjust position. It did, however deliver an unexpected bonus, as Maggie took a short time-out and joined me in the plastic bag for a bit of breath control of her own. A tight squeeze but well worth the close encounter with Mistress. More aroma for me, allowing reinsertion of the expelled, yet to be inflated dildo. The third item was the inflatable butterfly gag and like the dildo left flaccid. The final item was a high quality blood-pressure monitor with a velcro fastening arm cuff that I had to wear for Mistresses game.

Maggie explained the rules to Top or Bottom. If the BP counter ended in an even number I would receive a couple of pumps to the gag, if it was an odd number, a couple of pumps to the butt-plug. It ended about evens with both my mouth and bum fully stuffed and inflated. Two more areas that were now out of my control and owned by Mistress Maggie and a thoroughly happy slave.

When the time was right Mistress quickly went round deflating her toys, but the clamped catheter tube was ready and willing to expel itself, landing with a barely audible ‘plop’on the clinic floor. A rather peculiar sound that made us both break out in fits of laughter.

The final twist and yet another sign of Maggie's overactive sense of humour. She knows I have a fear of her applying Fiery Jack to my sensitive parts. Imagine the horror when Maggie undid the nipple zips and applied cream from a tube, whispering that 'something should be happening shortly' and recommending a sniff from the bottle of beneficial medicine. The cream was massaged into my nipples, I was asked many times if I could feel the effects and could only reply, ‘not yet Mistress, it still feels rather nice’. The fear and anticipation were considerable. What was it going to feel like and could I accept it? Maggie clearly wanted to use the cream and now appeared to be enjoying massaging cock, balls and nipples all at the same time. No mistake by Maggie. She had used a tube of Aloe Vera to taunt and terrorise me!

Stretched, really S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D

Mistress Maggie had me sit on the latex covered bed whilst she fitted me with a stout leather helmet and a pair of restrictive leather mitts and fixed them, together with my spread legs to the head of the latex covered bondage bed. I was left with my legs secured above my head, my bum in a very vulnerable position. Maggie had a good poke around in it with an examination glove and used her permanent marker to write something across my cheeks. I couldn't see what she wrote of course, but it certainly amused Maggie. Once satisfied with her artistic creativity, a little lubricant applied in the appropriate orifice and the black butt plug slipped in very easily.

The somewhat over-engineered ball stretching machine was tightly strapped just below the knees, the leather harness attached to the crank handle and everything was ready for some gentle stretching exercise.

What a load of cobblers! It was anything but gentle. With no sound at all the wheel was turned a few revolutions, and the balls started on their journey away from my body. A short pause for a few taps with the crop across the balls and thighs and then a few more turns. Once fully stretched, I was left to get used to my balls new position.

The acclimatisation break did give Maggie time to proudly announce that she had recently oiled the mechanism and was pleased with the smooth performance. All I said was “Are my balls still attached?”. Maggie did promise to stroke them better later on. 

The helmet was replaced with a nice tight latex number, the restrictive mitts removed and I was allowed the privilege of helping Maggie with a little relaxation. I was allowed to gently stroke her latex covered buttocks and she was purring like the proverbial cat that got the cream. Most definitely the most rewarding experience for a slave.

I was put on the lead and taken for a brisk walk on all fours and was able to maintain close association with Maggie's right thigh as per my training. It was amusing as we stopped momentarily on our walk that I was instructed to sniff a pair of discarded yesterdays knickers. Some punishment. The sweet scent of Mistress had almost evaporated by the time I arrived, but this blood-hound was able to determine just a slight hint of 'Essence of Maggie'.

In the clinic, I climbed easily on to the gynae couch and waited comfortably as Mistress fitted me with the mask and re-breather, donned her strap on, applied a little relaxant spray and warned me I was going to receive the full length of the black dildo today. I did take the full length and did enjoy the lengthy arse-fuck to such an extent that I had to alert Mistress of the approaching orgasm. "Not this bloody time you aren't" as Maggie stopped the thrusting and I was ordered NOT to embarrass myself.

To refocus, Maggie inserted a dual pole electrode up my recently liberated ass-hole, attached an electrode round the base of the almost exploding member, then applied considerable electrical energy to both pairs of electrodes. The one up my ass was set to a rhythmic pulsing, which on its own was quite pleasant. Maggie used the second, portable skiffle-whisk electrode to stroke my balls as earlier promised, a deadly payload delivered every time it made contact on cock balls and lower groin. I almost lost the will to live, let alone the will to have an orgasm. Maggie is quite an exponent in the art of ECT (Electroconvulsive Therapy) and it clearly achieved the objective of refocusing my mind away from my building sexual tension. For once, I was relieved to be making the short walk down the corridor, back to the playroom to await the pleasure of Maggie's next instalment of my training.

The familiar plastic bag and two coils of what she laughingly termed 'fluffy rope' were readied for use.  The rope is quite thick, flexible and very comfortable as she wound one of the coils around my wrist and then attached them to the overhead ring. The other coil was formed into a perfect hangman's noose and loosely placed round the plastic bag over my head. The dressing was finally complete with a wide silk scarf loosely fitted but adjusted to eliminate sight.

I heard Mistress return and the next actions happened very quickly. Firstly the scarf was removed and I was confronted not with my beautiful Mistress but a latex hooded apparition in a white Pierrot mask. The effect was staggering. The whiteness of the mask, the vivid contrast with the black latex of the cape and the unfathomable depth of the eyes as I tried to make contact with the human underneath. Next the plastic hood was pulled down, the noose tightened round my neck and pulled tight through the overhead loop. This was now serious breath play as I gazed at the mask holding my life in its hands. The mask approached my plastic covered head as I was starting to breathe more heavily and whispered in a voice resembling Maggie's "You will not be let loose from the bag until you have climaxed".