Leisurely in Latex

Today was an altogether more relaxed and gentler session than the severe waxing, breath play and endurance of the previous lesson. It was a fitting celebration of three years of training under an excellent and exceptional Mistress Maggie and as any caring slave would, I brought a bunch of flowers for my Mistress. Her radiant smile suggested it may have been the correct response to 67 previous sessions over three years.

What a wonderful vision greeted me. Mistress with her raven black hair complementing the oh so tight black shiny rubber catsuit of her own design and creation. Two flashes of red at gloves and boots created a spectacular vision. Following Mistress up stairs with her wonderfully shaped buttocks tightly encased, every move like liquid black gold, undulating, swaying and catching every shimmer of light in the hall, was the start of a wonderful anniversary session.

It wasn't long before Mistress had me head to tail in my own latex catsuit, but not before letting me get up close and personal with the red boots and Mistress getting up close and very personal with a strap on dildo "just to loosen you up a bit for your own plug”. I drifted back to that first session and remembered how green I was then, yet today without hesitation I was kneeling on the low bench eagerly offering my ass hole to Mistress and with a little lube she was in. I think Mistress was satisfied with the progress her slave has made, certainly in that area. Maggie and her lubed up strap-on had done a thorough job and my butt plug was easily fitted.

It is a really wonderful experience to be dressed by your Mistress. This isn't laziness on my part, just that I simply can't squeeze into my suit without assistance. To be pulled, pushed, squeezed and finally zipped inside then to be polished by Mistress is heavenly. The chill as the polish is sprayed, the firm but gentle polishing of my suit and then it was my turn for polishing duty, I got the opportunity to give Mistress in her latex catsuit a high shine. At the end of the polish, we had a very shiny rubber clad Mistress and slave.

Over the bench again, this time to have electrodes stuck between my arse and scrotum, my cock and balls pulled prominently through the three way zip. The 'normal' dressing was adorned with the stout leather harness and a couple of buckled cock straps that Mistress fitted securing my imprisoned cock to the main harness. I did wonder why but wasn't going to question this joining because Maggie is in charge and her plans are always exciting for her slave.

I do like a nice snug harness, it reinforces ownership and feels secure; a bit like a car seat belt. Today a quick twitch of the main harness resulted in a quick twitch of the attached cock harness. This wasn't the only method used to twitch cock and balls. Maggie had ensured that the e-stim had brand new batteries and set the program to 'throb' for the rest of the session. Rather nice but when Maggie reads this blog I suspect my comments will prompt more intricate harnesses and certainly more severe 'throbbing'.

More arm binding restraint for my arms, some pulling and lacing plus a couple of straps made my arms totally obsolete and useless appendages secured behind my back and me perched on the edge of the low stool.

And that was the last I saw for a while. Mistress covered my eyes with a very effective blindfold. No chance of any light leaking through any cracks but to be doubly sure Maggie pulled hard, supporting my back with her knee to get my head suitably installed into her padded leather helmet but once secured and laced up tight it was wonderful to wear, easy to breathe in and almost soundproof. This quiet solitude was reinforced by Mistress applying a pair of ear muffs and saying rather loudly "Are your ears comfortable and are they covered?”, I barely heard but grunted an affirmative response. I chuckled as I realised they weren’t ear muffs at all, but a pair of headphones positioned over my ears, softly playing the clanking sound of railway waggons. Once again, exemplary planning by Maggie. She knows one of my hobbies is steam trains and I thought how wonderfully relaxing. I did have a major dilemma. Should I be getting a raging erection whilst listening to railway sounds and would Mistress think me a head case or a real pervert for doing so?

Maggie then expertly had my feet zipped into the ballet boots. If I'm honest, I am starting to like the feel of the boots, which is why I could identify them even though I had nil visibility and in the pictures they do produce smooth leg lines. I got a perverse pleasure knowing that Mistress had fitted them so quickly and they were starting to be really comfortable. Seated on the low bench with knees raised and shoulders forced back was a challenging position to maintain, thankfully not one I needed to endure for too long as Maggie moved me and my bondage to the rubber bed to prepare me for a spot of urethral stretching. In our post session analysis we both concluded that the bondage chair would be a better place to seat tall slaves wearing bondage boots. No doubt Mistress will be trying that out in the near future.

Relocated to the bed it was time for sounds at the other end. I was still wearing the arm harness and audio mask so could neither see nor hear much and my arms were still useless. I had taken delivery of a new piss through plug and asked Maggie to try and fit it for me, some steady dilation was required and I could feel the normal sounds going in fairly easily, each one filling my penis a little more, but when it came to the new ribbed sound it was a struggle to get it comfortably past the first bauble. Maggie never forces sounds into that delicate little tract and said it was something to work towards in the future. The sounds do appear to have a mind of their own because whenever Maggie leant back to take a photo, the little blighters bolted for freedom and slithered onto my rubber stomach, causing a moment of natural humour in our session. Another being that one of the sticky electrodes previously secured next to my butt plug, next appeared half way down the outside left leg of my cat suit. Strange happenings at the Playroom me thinks. Perhaps the Force is strong with Jedi Mistress Maggie?
Maggie released me, my arms freed, harness unbuckled and my head removed from the padded hood, I was then restrained in a simpler spreadeagled position. Of course, she couldn’t resist a little breath play with her slave and a large latex bed sheet was laid over me. First the sheet was drawn up over my face and stretched tight over mouth and nose, then that wonderfully formed latex clad derriere came down on my face sealing my airways, then a bit of both provided a climax to the session.

It was really nice when Maggie joined me for a wonderful rubber cuddle between the rubber bed sheets, but before freeing my hands I had to promise that I would only use them to stroke her buttocks. Once I receive an instruction I obey Maggie implicitly, although I do understand why Mistress wanted to reinforce my training with me making that promise. I am, after all only human despite my slave status and Maggie is an incredibly attractive Mistress. I do and did always keep my promises to Maggie; the consequences of disobeying are unthinkable and intolerable to me. I reiterate that Maggie has got the best latex clad bottom that a slave could ever wish for and is a real joy to stroke my latex gloved hands gently over those fine, tight latex clad orbs.

As the anniversary session came to a close we stripped off our latex suits. We had both been perspiring fairly heavily and I was invited and very eagerly accepted Maggie's instruction to lick clean the inside of her discarded suit. Essence of Mistress is an incredible stimulant.

Another of the endearing memories of a wonderful anniversary session was Maggie again allowing me to pedicure her feet. It may be odd but I just like doing something caring and gentle for my Mistress.

Cooking by Candle Power

By coincidence, in the morning whilst I was waiting impatiently for the time to leave home for my afternoon session with Mistress Maggie, I was on a blog extolling the virtues of the discipline Mistress had instilled into me during my training, to always present myself in well shaved, hairless form. The original reason Mistress gave was to encourage better electrical contact for the electrodes. Today provided an equally valid but different reason for hairlessness.

The session was scheduled at a nice easy pace, giving me time to admire Maggie as she moved purposefully and gracefully fitting my butt plug and selecting and fitting a tight but comfortable latex hood. Boot worship and a little personal space cleaning got the session off to a superb start. It was going to be one of those sessions Maggie so frequently delivers; humour, improvisation when required and quite simply a Mistress in absolute top form. Right from the first moment when Mistress raised the back of her skirt and instructed me to lick and clean her behind, Mistress had a smile on her cheeks and I just knew something amazing and unusual was imminent.

I thought very briefly that it was strange that the shaggy white rug was absent, but then my attention was required to putting on a pair of ballet boots and we moved on from the missing rug. I was allowed some banter with Mistress about using the boots' side zips and just like last time I wore them, Maggie mentioned that I wouldn't be able to run away or in fact even stand in the boots. As soon as I said "I bet I could stand" I thought I had gone too far as the comment may be construed as insolent, but Maggie insisted I stay on my knees and get ready to have my endurance well tested. 

A couple of rope belts were hitched firmly but comfortably round my waist, followed by two shorter lengths either side of the waist left dangling for later use. I was instructed to lie in the space where the rug should have been, underneath the suspension unit. It felt strange with no furry rug tickling my back. The tight nipple clamps were more than tickling my nipples. Maggie tightened them to maximum and they were not coming off. A similar pair were attached to balls and both were strung over the suspension unit and something painful was starting to happen. It got more painful as the waist ropes were attached to the suspension unit and raised enough to put a little pressure on my back. I then caught the briefest of glimpses of a simple candle attached to the strings keeping my nipples tight. Mistress most helpfully said not to worry as this was part of my endurance training and smiled sweetly as she lit the candle at both ends, then did the same with a second candle that I couldn't see suspended above my cock and balls. I wish someone would remind Maggie that burning the candle at both ends is definitely not good for a slave.

Bloody hell, that hurt. When each drop of hot wax splashed home, I shook and released another flood of molten pain. Maggie thought I wasn't wobbling enough. Too flaming right. I was trying to keep as still as possible, but to encourage her slave and to generate a bit more mirth for Maggie my waist was hoisted a few more inches off the floor. That worked. I got quite a few very hot wax showers. This was the second reason why it is good to be totally hairless when visiting Maggie. The wax coated cock, balls, nipples and chest with a thick layer that would have depilated every hair it came in contact with. It also explained why the fluffy rug was absent. Wax on a thick pile carpet is a devil to remove. I am constantly amazed by the amount of planning that goes into these sessions even the simplest detail of removing the rug had been considered.

Mistress announced that she was pleased with my performance and that I had passed the endurance test. I had been determined not to disappoint Maggie by begging her to extinguish the candles and my perseverance paid off with a most radiant smile, a well done slave and the most delightful kiss for her flambé'd slave. Mistress gave me a good stiff brushing to remove the widespread wax pools from my skin, bits of wax went everywhere, exactly where the white rug would have been.

As I said, Maggie was in absolutely sparkling form and was prepared to improvise and she invited me to join her on the landing. Pointing to the bannister Mistress instructed me to stand and use it as a ballet bar, after all I was wearing ballet boots. I struggled onto my feet making a passable attempt at standing but acknowledged Mistress was right, as always, and we agreed I would need far more practise in the boots before I could even stand let alone walk. Back on my knees I was instructed to return the ballet boots to their box, then I fetched the vacuum and made short work of cleaning the Playroom floor. Even though I say so myself, I now make a passable cleaner for Maggie.

Back to the script and on with my training. Out came my own plug and in went a larger, vibrating version. Before switching on the plug Mistress retrieved the bondage cushion and the largest plastic bag I had ever seen. The intention was to seal me inside and tie me to the cushion.

All going fine until I started sweating and I kept slip sliding away inside the bag. I don't think it was helped by the cling film Mistress used to secure the vibrators batteries. We settled for Maggie strapping hands and feet to the bag.

A lot of huffing and puffing followed as Maggie alternated between sucking air out of the bag and blowing air in so I ended up like a vac-pac then a balloon.

This amused Maggie for a while. Mistress knows exactly how much air to remove from the bag and how long I could be left before I would start to gasp and plead for a little air. After all, it would have been most inappropriate after all her hard work, if I suddenly panicked and had to be cut out! I have much faith in Mistresses abilities and trust her implicitly. That was not going to happen.

When I received this picture, I just had to include it in my blog. It shows the most gentlest of gestures from Maggie. In particular, my blown up head gently cradled between my Mistresses thighs. Obviously I could not see but I knew how close my balloon was to Maggie. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace at this point. Safely wrapped in my air-tight plastic, with my head firmly yet oh so comfortably cradled.

All the pain of the hot wax now forgotten.

This gentle moment couldn't last of course. This little unscripted gem had to end, unfortunately, as Mistress referred back to her comprehensive session plan.

Plans required me to move from lying on the cushion to sitting on the low stool that Maggie moved to a convenient position close by. This almost created my first and only natural disaster of the session. I felt the most excruciating cramps starting in my calves as I stood up. Fortunately, as I flopped quickly and painfully on to the bench with a groan of agony the cramps went, just as quickly as they had started. Maggie as always was concerned with her slave experiencing any pain she had not orchestrated, relaxed as I reassured her I was now fine for the final part of training. It was touching afterwards that Mistress again showed her gentler side by e-mailing me about her concerns over my cramp as she thought I may have understated how much pain I was actually in. I had been honest with Maggie during the session. It is a lot safer that way.

The final part of the session involved a topic dear to most English people. The weather. I was advised that I needed a little climactic conditioning in an environment more suited to England following my recent holiday abroad. Ah, the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

With me comfortably seated, the sweat coated plastic slid easily round my torso to provide a huge ruff of plastic round my neck that Maggie used to good advantage to save spillage of the predicted heavy shower. I could  make out through the already misting plastic that Mistress was preparing a jug or two of nice warm liquid and I looked forward to a good drink as I was already sweating.

Maggie had no plans for her slave to drink as she produced and filled a pink, yes fixated with pink, watering can bought just for her slave. Once again, she can be a real softy towards her slaves and did I see the funny side as Maggie spread the top of the plastic and would insist on saying things like "hows the rain, petal" and "you all right in there flower?" as she watered away. Sometimes Maggie's sense of humour goes over my head but in this case it was the warm pee that trickled from the can that went over my head. I did catch a few welcome drops but the intention was to increase the humidity inside the bag.

Maggie created a low pressure weather system by pumping out some of the air and then sealed me inside, with instructions that I was to last 10 minutes without embarrassing myself. The conditions were decidedly warm and humid inside and as the plastic misted up, helped by the warm wine, I began to be once again acclimatised to the Season of Mists . . .

Did I last those 10 minutes? Maggie thrust the room vibrator in my slippery hands and alternated between helping me press it into my groin and then into her groin; the air was getting thin, breathing was increasingly difficult and it was like peering through a thick mist. I could only see Maggie when really close as she gave me a gentle kiss through my steamy weather bag. Yes 10 minutes of endurance training was passed; just!