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.