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!
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.
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!
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