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".