Camp Fire Capers

4th July and Mistress Maggie was determined to celebrate in good ol' fashioned ye ha style. I was greeted with Mistress in black rubber chaps, top and most prominently, what looked like a genuine, leather rimmed cowboy hat. At first glance in the dim light of the porch I would have sworn Mistress had nothing on under the chaps; a thought that momentarily took my breath away. Climbing the steps allowed a much closer examination with my face only inches from Mistresses excellent rear and was rather disappointed that Maggie had on an almost skin coloured pair of pants. I have made that climb on 62 previous occasions and the sight of Maggie's superbly formed buttocks clad in the many sensual outfits I have seen, continues to raise the biggest of smiles. My stainless steel ball weight was raising parts that other smiles couldn't reach.

Safely in the Playroom, it was obvious the bondage bed was to play a central part in the proceedings and had been moved to the centre of the arena. Now wearing my red latex stockings and gloves Maggie made first use of the bed, casually perched on the foot board as I undertook the ritual worship of her gold boots. Anyway, Maggie appears to have established a new precedent for the position used to insert my butt plug. On knees, forehead on the white rug and Maggie sitting astride my upturned rump as if she was in the saddle, albeit the wrong way round. A good dollop of lube, a little gentle massage and the butt plug was in. I'd better not have the fireside baked beans then.

I allowed myself a moments reflection of how far Maggie has brought me in my training from the early days where Maggie deemed it always appropriate to have me roped to the punishment bench and it took a lot of massage, huge dollops of lube and quite a lot of time before even the smallest of butt plugs was comfortably installed in my then reluctant arse.

Next, a sensual experience as Maggie helped me into my catsuit and then cleaned and polished to remove any remnants of talc. Some western accessories for the captured cowboy; a leather harness buckled on and studded leather strap snapped on to keep Mistresses pistol cocked properly. Less orthodox bed use as I was sat on the floor, back against the bed, cuffs on ankles and wrists and all attached to a spreader-bar with my cock, weighted balls and recently applied leather cock strap pointing ominously towards its central spigot. At least, that was one thing not to worry about as it wasn't in Maggie's plans to attach cock to spreader bar, more into a little extended breath play, clambering onto the bed and very effectively applying a plastic bag. Rather more air supplied than often for an effective gradual suffocation. Maggie had adjusted the full length mirror so I could appreciate the full effect of breath play with a stunning cow-girl.

A spell with the black helmet with slit-zipped eyes and mouth followed by a bit more bagging then onto the rather pleasant PVC breath control hood. A little tricky to install as, by this time I was moist to say the least, but once Maggie had worked her magic, it was really comfortable. Mistress likes her nipple play and today was no exception, a couple of nasty little buggers attached nipples to the spreaders’ spigot with strips of cow-hide. With my chin drawn up on a rope, I was then given the opportunity to examine Mistresses hot pants at a closer range. Tight spandex and very effective in blocking the two breathing holes, as the cow-girl rested her delightful bum cheeks on my clear plastic face.

I am in constant training, with shackles and hoods removed I was back on my knees improving my tongue work, lucky me having Maggie’s latex gloves and chaps to practice on, a real smooth licking experience.

More use of the bondage bed, at least this time it was a little more conventional. Maggie roped my arms, lassoed my legs and hitched them onto the conveniently located ceiling ring. I've said it before but Maggie does meticulously plan each session down to the positioning of the bed to utilise her lifting equipment. I think Maggie was a little disappointed with my bulk as she was hoping to get my legs up to my chest but had to make do with nearly vertical. It was, however rather comfortable and I could maintain that position until released.

What followed can only be described as a succession of slow, warm, vibrating and positively freezing sensations exciting my recently freed arse, all the while Maggie adjusting my ball weight, even with legs restrained at 90 degrees I could not help my hips rhythmically swaying, my loaded pistol brushing against Maggie’s gold spandex hotpants with the motion, she had jumped aboard and was clinging to my face with her rubber gloves, pinning my top half down as she tested her slaves resolve. I failed again and couldn't control myself.

Maggie did warn that it will be back to the Clinic for more control training and possible operation to 'help' me control her equipment.

Not once did Maggie take off her cowboy hat. Strange fetish that!