Water Sports

As happens, being a humble and frequently stupid slave, I had disappointed Mistress Maggie with a rather unfortunate web posting. I had posted her special website update under the wrong thread. Her annoyance was obvious from the e-mails that Mistress fired at me in rather quick succession. “ . . . I was so annoyed that I couldn’t type fast enough . . . " I tried to rectify my mistake but the damage had been done. I had been really stupid and careless and I was told in no uncertain terms “ . . . I am still annoyed slave, the whole thing is so embarrassing. You will suffer for it." Oh well the die was cast and it came as no surprise when my calling e-mail contained the following: “ . . . Your punishment for stupidity will be carried out on arrival, very quickly with no warm up." That to me meant a good caning for my indiscretion. Straight in, pants down, whack whack whack . . .

Maggie looked fantastic as always, dressed in black and red rubber leotard, stockings and long gloves, she clipped on the lead and led me to my caning. First I was asked to present myself for my punishment wearing my smallest pair of shorts. So far no surprises as I was fixed by wrist shackles to the wooden bondage chair in a suitable position with legs apart, head down, heavy iron collar padlocked round my neck, a metal hook inserted in my bum which in turn was attached by rope to the collar that Maggie fitted. A yank on the rope and my head was forced backwards, in fact just right for a few thwacks of my deserving punishment.

But Maggie did not come up behind me with a cane, she appeared with a half full bucket of water and parked it on the seat in front of me, and topped it up from another container and finally, generous amounts of ice cubes added for good measure. Even for a punishment, that was far too much for me to drink and certainly represented a HUGE enema! Then it hit me. I had fallen hook (up my arse), line (from collar to anal plug and sinker (me sunk in the bucket). No warm up - of course! Mistress verified this declaring that “ . . . Stupidness wont be tolerated and you will learn your lesson with a bout of medieval punishment. You will be ducked, head held fully submersed three times”. Mistress pushed my head into the bucket, using the rope to raise my dripping head out of the water between dunks for a total of three times. I was relieved to avoid the cane but shocked and totally surprised by the cold alternative. After completing the punishment, Maggie, true to her word as always, then returned to normal service for the remaining part of the session.

I was given a towel and stood in front of the room fan to dry off before having a snug black hood zipped in place, there to stay for the rest of the session. Time for devotion and my attention was directed to the black rubber boots Mistress was wearing. I was also secretly pleased with the cooling water as the remnants trickled down my back and I did confess to Maggie afterwards that, but for the water ingress up my nose, I quite enjoyed my punishment on such a hot day.

Dried and hooded, I was led through to the Clinic where Mistress was going to use ‘experimental therapy’ to assist with preventing my premature climaxes that I had experienced in the previous sessions. No need to watch my language, Maggie attached the very effective penis shaped rubber gag. Effective but capable of being worn for extended periods once you have adjusted it inside your mouth. I wasn't complaining anyway. Mistress has a plan and I am always happy just to go with the flow of a good plan. Maggie suggested I should be circumcised and was about to mark a cutting line, a series of clamps were attached to retract my foreskin, my good luck that the clamps and my foreskin were not compatible, the clamps were quick to fall off and I managed to escape with my foreskin bitten but still intact. Maggie proceeded to apply her newly acquired ball clamps, essential in getting a really good grip on my unruly balls and squeezing everything out. Two squeezing ball clamps, one to each ball. I didn't say anything, and thank goodness for the gag but the clue as to why two of the clamps insisted on heading floor-wards may be in the name; nipple clamps not foreskin or cock clamps. I probably shouldn't write that!

To help the operation, Mistress applied a little e-stim. Electrode round cock and balls and one down the centre; set at program 7 level 17 to give a nice wash and tumble dry. Forever thoughtful of her slaves needs, Maggie enclosed my head in the opaque feeder hood and provided some frozen pee cubes in the funnel to help keep me hydrated. It takes a while for the cubes to melt even in the heat of the clinic and every now and then I got a delicious gulp of chilled wine whilst the wash and dry program worked down below. Mistress appeared happy but did say that I was to control myself for another half hour to confirm the therapy had worked.

And that was that. White hood removed, ball clamps removed (anti-clockwise to undo clamps, it’s wise to remember that otherwise Maggie will give a few mischievous clockwise tightening turns), electrics removed, gag removed whilst retaining the original black hood. I eased myself gently off the couch and Mistress led the way back to the Playroom.

OK now to check if the operation has been successful. Ten minutes and Mistress had me lightly tied to the rubber bed and draped the black rubber sheet from toes to chin, tucking me in quite snugly and proceeded to tease and gently taunt me with her evocative rubber ensemble. OK so far.

Twenty minutes and Maggie upped the anti by slithering and sliding all over me whilst I was getting a little warmer under the sheet. Still OK but I was beginning to wonder if I could restrain myself.

Thirty minutes and Maggie was letting her red panties get intimately acquainted with my nose whilst checking my cocks progress through two thick rubber layers. I think the operation may prove to be less than 100% effective because Maggie is very persuasive when in that mood.

Thirty one minutes and seven seconds (approximately) . . .  oh shit. The operation appears to have been only partially successful. I did resist for thirty minutes, but only just.