Devil Worship

Mistress Maggie was to be the devil woman for session 13; the person leading me down the road to temptation whilst dressed in her red boots, red latex tights, and a red short sleeved latex top. Very red and incredibly hot in all senses of the phrase.

Returning to the playroom wearing only latex socks and gloves to conceal my modesty to find Maggie, supine on the black bondage bed. The contrast between the black of the bed and the red of Mistresses attire was vivid and I needed no second instruction to proceed with the homage that slaves pay to their Mistress when entering her room. I think I hit the right spot with my kissing and licking of her rubber clad legs and a quick lick of the upturned latex covered bum was a joy to behold. I was already well ensnared by this red liveried Beelzebub.

The remote-controlled vibrating butt plug fitted after a good dollop of lube and a little wiggling and, of course, Maggie amused herself with quite a lot of product testing as she laid back and fondled the remote. The tight leather harness was used to encourage the anal invader to remain tormenting and titillating her charge. A barely disguised giggle emerged from Maggie as the vibrations set me twitching in time to the remote control testing resembling the lewd movements of  pagan rituals of old.

Once the white rubber hood was attached, Mistress was keen to reinforce my earlier lessons in my cleaning abilities I was to become a dust devil. A quick wrap of clingfilm to each arm then grab a duster in clenched fists and permanently attached with sticky tape to make me into Maggies dusting machine. A further wrap to seal the dusters in place, there to remain until Mistress was satisfied with my efforts and she removed the bindings. I was told to dust everything I could reach. In a rush of blood, I did manage a quick dust of Maggie's back as she turned to retrieve her remote and was fortunate that Mistress saw the funny side as it could have been REALLY bad if she had taken offence. It was a bit of fun and Maggie has a good, although sometimes strange, sense of humour hence two strips of some writing attached to my chest, before being told to clean high and low.

Being tallish I can just reach the ceiling, so started at the cage and moved round dusting everything I could get to. Avoiding Maggie this time as I didn't wish to push my luck. I was also able to read the words in the mirror whilst cleaning. 'Made in Yorkshire'.

Knocked the fire extinguisher over - oh shit! Fortunately it didn't go off or I suspect I may not be in a fit state to pen this blog! Dusted it clean and tried to act nonchalant as if it was meant to happen. Due to my size and the fact that my arms were now held rigidly straight with the tight clingfilm, I struggled to reach under the bed and bent one of the dusters. I felt it bend! Oh shit again! Fortunately, Mistress did seem to have a good laugh at my cleaning efforts and testing out the remote control.

With attachments, including butt-plug removed, Mistress 'walked me at heel' through to her new White Room ready for the next devil worshipping session and prepared me by having electrodes fitted to cock and balls and one that kept popping out of my ass hole. That was hardly surprising as my ass had just spent some time dancing to Maggie's whims as the vibrator wove its devilish web. This little electrode had little chance of staying in. With a blindfold fitted and the E-Stim set at just the right frequency and amplitude to hurt a bit but not to bury the feeling of delight. I couldn't have taken much more or I would have climaxed there and then!

Mistress likes to check how her meat is cooking and stuck a thermometer in to check the temperature. At least it was in my mouth! The verdict; Not hot enough and a bit more grilling was required. Up with the microwave/e-stim controls and I was covered with the thick latex baking sheet to marinade nicely for a little longer.

As the meat approached being done, Maggie applied a few embellishments. I could sense something burning and it wasn't me, or so I thought. Then it struck me what was burning. I probably was now heading for hell with the devil. Hot, molten wax was being dripped on to each nipple. After the first couple of drops, I was actually becoming accustomed to the extra warmth Mistress was giving me and after a few more drops, they became so gently painful as Mistress applied the finishing touches for warming me up for Hell! I wasn't going to mention whilst I was still being spot waxed but I was nearer heaven than hell at that point. Who knows where the next globules of hot liquid would have landed if Mistress had correctly interpreted my groans.

After the grilling, it was back to the playroom for some relaxation roped to the bondage cushion. Very comfortable even with hands tied and wrapped in latex sheet. I was a little naive as I couldn't work out why a dildo was attached to my chest? Mistress standing above me in her tight red latex jeans. What a delightful sight and taste as Maggie's tightly clad bottom fitted just perfectly across my face. I then found out what the dildo was for. Off came the red bottoms and Mistress moved onto my chest. I could just glimpse her enjoyment looking up through her legs. I was roped down unable to move and Maggie certainly was free and very active.

It is remarkable how quickly Mistress can regain her composure! With the sheet removed, two Lithuanian gas masks, were retrieved from their places on the Playroom wall. One for each of us, Mistress and slave connected by a common air supply. There was more humour and banter because my mask kept steaming up and something about this may have affected the Lithuanian war efforts and finally a spot of shared breathing. I finally, and reluctantly from my point of view, had my hands released and we relaxed under the rubber sheet on the bondage bed. I think the devil is insatiable! What an excellent experience; strange and highly erotic sharing the breathing in the gas-masks with your devil Mistress.