Intense New Experiences

I have just taken part in what ranks as one of the best, if not the best training session with Mistress Maggie in all my career as a trainee slave. The experience has left me really excited about what Maggie may expect of me in the future; it has allowed me to experience two totally new sensual experiences and has left me with a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat. I am, in short, one really happy slave and I make no apology for singing the praises of one very exceptional Mistress.

As frequently happens, the call-up mail that Maggie sent me was tantalisingly vague about the delights that were to unravel between the time she answered the door in her incredibly sensual Haute Couture plastic mac, to the very final actions of clearing away after the session. "Expect a plastic Mistress decorated in rubber. A session focused on dressing for pleasure, allowing new ways to worship and serve your Aquarian Goddess." A few hints, perhaps new clothes to wear, and possibly some watersports and certainly something exciting and new in how I can serve my Mistress. The brief synopsis is such an understatement of the session I was about to experience.

I followed Maggie up the stairs, tempted to get up close to that mesmeric vision of Mistresses wonderful stern as it ascended towards the playroom. Only tempted though because I knew anything else would overstep the mark. Just using my imagination and trying very hard to see through the semi opaque material of the mac. It is definitely not just a plastic mac. I have briefly mentioned it before as a very well cut voluminous and incredibly sexy piece of art from Rubber Eva, and Mistress Maggie wears it with the extreme confidence and grace of someone who knows just how sexy and good it looks on her.

In the Playroom, I caught the briefest glimpse of the red rubber suit that Maggie had recently completed, hanging innocently next to the cell. Maggie explained that I would have the privilege of christening the garment but because it was made of thin rubber I needed to be VERY careful. Returning in rubber gloves and socks, Maggie made quick work of fitting a heavyweight hood and gently eased me into the red medical suit. I can't begin to describe the incredible feeling as it settled loosely all over and it felt silky smooth after the chlorination. Maggie adjusted and smiled and adjusted a bit more and smiled a bit more until finally she was satisfied that I was doing her creation justice. Once happy, on went a tightly applied piece of rope round the base of my balls, just to keep them in order, and the stout waist corset tightened to a very snug fit. I was in love with this outfit and already it was sending shivers down my spine.

Then another mind bomb. Mistress describing how the session was planned to progress made the subtlest hint that I would be trained to serve food and other ancillaries and, if the training went well Maggie may consider allowing me to serve some of her friends if the occasion ever arose. I don't know if Maggie was testing my reaction to publicly serving her but my mind went into overdrive. Mistress might actually be satisfied with the progress in my training and feels confident that I would not embarrass her, but it set my own personal aims for the whole session; do my absolute best. Prove to Maggie that I could be trusted and then see what happens later on. First the new suit then the hint of proper servitude, already this was proving to be one hell of a session.

I may well have fallen flat on my face at the first hurdle as Maggie instructed me to go to the Clinic, locate the box on the steps, put on whatever I found inside and return to the Playroom. A new hood or a new collar perhaps? The box was a plain, medium sized ordinary looking box, but inside the contents revealed an exquisite pair of black leather ballet boots with the highest heels you could ever imagine and clearly big enough to fit my size eleven plates of meat. I set about unlacing one boot and managed, after a struggle to place it on my left leg.

I was just starting to try and do up the laces when a perplexed head appeared round the clinic door asking why I was taking so long. I explained that I was unable to clearly see the eyelets and was struggling to lace up the boot. Maggie cracked out laughing with that 'how absolutely, amazingly stupid can a slave get' laugh and explained that there was a zip down each boot. What a pillock! I never saw them and Maggie then spent the next 10 minutes re-lacing the boots. It was light hearted and the banter was both ways as I sat and watched Maggie's progress. Once re-laced I had no problems with the zips. On in thirty seconds and both legs looked stunning. I did manage to stand, much to Maggie's alarm, and was told in no uncertain terms not to try and walk as she didn't want her slave damaged.

With the boots on, I was about 10cm above the top of the door and was pleased at Maggie's intervention. I didn't want to damage her property either. Maggie meant to slow me down a little when serving her. I was to crawl.

Back to the playroom on all fours to have the rear part of the zip tested. Down went the three way to expose my ass hole and with almost no effort, a little lubrication and no discomfort, in went the curved stainless steel anal hook to be attached to a short rope through my collar. By pulling on the rope my head was pulled backwards and a rudimentary form of control introduced to Maggie's four legged friend.

Walkies to the bathroom for Maggie to refill her glass and return to the Playroom. Crawling in the Medical suit must be done with care, especially on the metal strips between rooms. The last thing I wanted was to damage this incredible creation. Once satisfied with her slaves slow but steady progress through the rooms, it was time for a little more instruction about how I was to serve Mistress and once again that real mind fuck, perhaps how to serve others. Ears pricked up again as I very quickly said 'yes please Mistress' I will keep that thought if I am lucky enough for Maggie to use me in such a way. It may all be in my mind as fantasy, we shall see.

Aware of her slaves foibles and shortcomings, Maggie allowed me to kneel to attention on a cushion. Mistress is incredibly thoughtful to her slaves well being and knows that after a while crawling and walking to heel, my wonky knees can become a problem. Mistress indulged in a little more orthodox fuck and had me suck the giant strap-on that crept out from underneath the mac, the resultant gap in the soft folds of the mac giving a marvellous vision of the transparent PVC pants Maggie was wearing. Once again totally and permanently isolated and denied from her frustrated slave, but if Maggie had not wanted me to look at least I would have been blindfolded!

For a more traditional approach to a good fuck Maggie helped me to remove the ballet boots and bent me over the bench for the privilege of a good arse fuck. It had been a while since my last one and Maggie took it slowly. By the time Mistress said we were moving on to the next phase of training, I really didn't want her to stop. It did make it a lot easier for Maggie to insert my own butt plug for the remainder of the training.

Ah, the next phase! We were to move on to my formal server training showing me how I would be expected to behave if Maggie was, in the most unlikely event, to use me with her friends. Perhaps I wasn't dreaming after all! By now the heat of the heavy hood coupled with the build up inside the suit was making me sweat profusely, the heavy hood needed to be removed as my ears were starting to fill with water. The heat inside the suit was a different matter. The loose material was moist and started sticking to every part of the body it came in contact with. Maggie thought it was causing me discomfort and started easing the stuck bits away from my body. On the contrary. It is an incredible feeling and one that I would like to repeat many times. Because of its loose fit, I really cannot describe the feelings I was experiencing as it teased an arm or leg or wherever and then released itself as I moved. I have worn a few rubber garments now and the feeling of this one is probably the best experience yet.

On to my server training; for the uninitiated I am definitely not referring to those electrical thingies that whir away in corners of offices but serving on in a catering situation. I sat patiently with my hands secured behind and the gag firmly but comfortably in place as Maggie attached the posture collar and began attaching a tray with strategically placed straps and a neck chain. The structure was surprisingly secure and remained in place when I stood, turned or moved round the playroom. Now the acid test, could I be trusted with Mistresses lunch. Through to the next room where Maggie placed a plate of sandwiches and bowl of strawberries and cream on the tray then to the bathroom for a refill of Maggie's drink. It bode well for any water sports as Mistress was taking on a lot of fuel that had to be expelled later.

With a little more practice I think I will make at least a passable server slave. A little water spillage at first until Maggie advised me that by taking smaller steps, I would make a more stable table and even negotiated the doors without too much further spillage. I was given guidance on how to watch the hypothetical guests, deliver the tray to them and practised these newly acquired skills round the Playroom as Maggie consumed her lunch and laughed at how I overcame each hurdle. Even Ted was offered something from the tray but, rather rudely made no effort to reply or even acknowledge my existence. I didn't mind though, it was all good training. Once again I was only able to stand at a suitable distance and admire how sexy a woman can look just consuming her sandwich and strawberries. A wonderful but frustrating sight.

With the serving complete it was time for slave to have my drink. Out came the swing and attached to the overhead gantry. Maggie and her incredible sense of humour demonstrated how to sit comfortable in the swing and even had me gently swing her back and forth. It was really good to hear her laughter as she swung gently, kicking my balls as she swung forward and making lewd gestures towards her see through pants as she swung backwards, knowing full well that my training has reached a stage where I am not allowed to react to such provocative actions.

Last time I was acquainted with the swing, I had hot candle wax dripped on my cock and balls. This time was much more relaxing with wrists lightly strapped to the swing only to be rudely interrupted by Maggie attaching the pair of nipple clamps. "When I pull, you open your mouth and receive a drink. OK?" This session just continued to get better and better.

As a precaution for spillage Maggie covered the surrounding floor with a PVC sheet making sure it would catch any overflow from my very willing but limited capacity mouth. Once satisfied Maggie indulged in a little more fun before my refreshment. This time, I did get up close and really personal with that pair of see-through pants Mistress was still wearing. A wonderful feeling to be sat on in both directions by your Mistress. She has a wonderful ass and I was busy trying to clean the PVC as fast as my tongue would allow. The view up to Mistresses face as she settled on my mouth and nose was something that I will not forget. It was impossible to capture that vision on camera but this blog will act as my memories into what was an incredibly beautiful scene.

Time for refreshment. Off came the pants, on went Maggie and I was told to drink the lot. I think I managed most of the wine as I appeared to be at a much better angle to allow it to flow freely into my mouth and in between spurts, comfortably swallowed what was a very good brew. There was inevitable spillage but I tried desperately hard to catch every last drop. I finally had my drink.

I did say at the start that my enthusiasm for the whole session rated it as the best or one of the best ever. You have probably gathered from my lengthy blog why I consider it to be so exciting. The new suit, ballet boots, a good arse fuck, serving training and the possibility of more to come, and the very relaxing and gentle way Maggie introduced my liquid refreshment. Of course the main reason it was so exciting was being with a very radiant Maggie in excellent form; her sense of humour always on display, her mischievous side rarely below the surface and just her general way of making one of her slaves feel wanted. Thank you Mistress Maggie.