Just Hanging Around

After a comment by Mistress Maggie on her Flickr profile I turned up with a small bottle of gin and two small cans of tonic. I had spent a little time wrapping the items in what I hoped was a penis and balls shaped combination. Mistress got it straight away when I gave her the present, it was clear from her laughter and positive comments that we were going to have another really good training session.

Humorous at times, relaxed at times, painful at times, a little anxious at times, a little annoyance at times but above all enjoyable all the time. Today's session had all the above and I think after my previous 69 sessions with Mistress Maggie I may be making progress in understanding how to make Mistress happy with my efforts as her devoted slave. I had a fair inkling at the start of the session what two thirds of session content might be, but as usual no idea how those thirds were to be executed. Maggie hinted in my call up that I would face high level suspension and some serious breath play and referred vaguely to "setting the scene for some fine dining". This last comment intrigued me.

I returned from the bathroom and took up my obligatory kneeling position, head touching carpet, backside up in the air, ready to pay homage to Mistresses footwear, a pair of knee high patent laced boots. Mistress had instructed me to arrive wearing a steel ballweight; It feels strange with your butt high in the air, legs spread and forehead touching the carpet, balls pulled earthwards in that void between your legs. The slightest movement of hips setting your testicles swinging like a pendulum. After a brief spell worshipping Maggie's boots, I was turned over for a trampling with them, to remind me to lose more weight. I was beginning to dislike those boots!

More boot worship followed then Maggie instructed me to kneel the other way with arse facing her, ready to receive my butt plug, a little giggle from Maggie, a truly delightful sound, as she got the full vista of my weighted balls swinging freely between my legs. I think she is pleased with her stretching progress of my sphincter and was easily able to slip in my plug. It always provides me with a shudder as the widest part slips in past the stretched rim to settle securely in place, and caring as always Maggie asks "are you alright slave?" Oh yes!

Into my suit, another sensual experience that I think pleases Mistress as well, as we powdered the inside, stretched the skin and finally zipped me and butt plug securely inside. A little cleaning, a black latex hood and I was ready for the next stage. I stood passively, arms raised clutching the overhead ring as Maggie proceeded to expertly and snugly attach two rope harnesses; one around my ample girth and the other just below armpits.

I was soon to find out that these were to be attached to the ceiling suspension ring and this was where the anxiety crept in. Not because I was anxious about the suspension, definitely not, as I trust Mistress implicitly. No, the anxiety was both mine and Maggie's because in her enthusiasm to hook me up on the suspension ring, she pulled a little hard on a loose end of rope and it caught her eye and dislodged her contact lens. To me, it happened in slow-mo. I could see the end of the rope flick up, I could see it travelling in an arc towards Maggie's eye but I couldn't react in time. Maggie didn't see it coming and I could see her pain in that instant of impact. Nothing I could do. I was mortified.

After a moment to compose herself and a look on the floor Maggie realised that she had little prospect of finding it, particularly as we were slap bang in the middle of the shaggy carpet that forms the centre piece of the floor. Undaunted but a little disappointed Maggie fetched her glasses and the moment passed. Except it didn't. Many times where I should have been concentrating on my slave duties, I found my eyes scanning the floor for any glint of lens.

Mistress completed the vertical suspension ropes and had me relax back into the suspension but still with both feet on the ground. I was really relaxed and knew I was safe and actually started humming. Maggie did not appreciate that and secured a red gas mask over my latex helmet to drown out any further humming. "Shut up and shut your eyes, slave" was her command, and with the help of some powder Mistress eased it on. I had no trouble with having first one leg and then the other tied to the overhead, leaving me flying like a bird. This was fun. I tried to pirouette like a skater bending a knee and attempting to rotate in my harness. 

And now for a little flying discipline. As I was gently rotating peering through the misted goggles of the mask, Mistress helped my spinning and then encouraged attention with the paddle. Every time a suitable target swung into range, it received a good spanking. Gentle at first but as she found her range, more regular and harder accompanied by laughter as I wriggled to avoid the next one, only enhancing my swing. I was still having fun though and occasionally Mistress would stray between my legs to get a better target and in those fleeting moments I was able to squeeze Mistress between my ankles. An extra rap with the paddle soon ended that, but I thought it was fun anyway.

After a suitable time, Maggie carefully undid all her knots and gently released my bindings. I safely landed and was able to stand without any dizziness after my swinging experience. Not over yet though. Maggie's plans were to utilise several of her major furniture items. The next to be moved centre stage was the high horse.

No bondage, ropes or gags. I am now sufficiently well trained to be told what to do, how to behave and then not let my Mistress down. When I first lent over the horse, I was in the traditional position with legs on the floor and my cock and balls 'humping' the end. Whether Maggie thought I was at the wrong angle or the impact of her blows was not sufficient, I was told to move further on to the bench with my head over the end and toes just touching the sides of the rear legs. It actually tightens your cheek muscles and I could see this would present a better target for Maggie as she set about my backside with her dressage whip and flogger. It was an incredibly relaxed and comfy position and one I had never previously achieved over the horse.

A funny thing about a good, tight latex suit is that it appears to spread and absorb the impact from both of Mistresses chosen implements. A bare bottom attack with the same intensity would have had me begging Maggie to stop quite quickly. As it was, I repeatedly heard the swish of the dressage whip, heard the resounding thwack as it struck home and felt the impact but somehow it took a lot longer for the sensations to build in my cheeks. Maggie did continue until my toes started to curl, but that too was a pleasant sensation. I had all my weight on the horse with nothing on my legs and it felt rather nice. I owned up afterwards to rather enjoying the flogging and how much the taught rubber removes the pain. Although I thought I might regret that comment in future, Maggie knew already which is why she continued until toe curling occurred. Mistress is truly remarkable with her perception about what her slaves should be comfortable with.

As I was luxuriating in the glowing warmth Maggie had managed to impart into my buttocks, Maggie was readying the next piece of equipment for use on her slave. I have experienced the low padded bench used in many ways during my training. This time, back to bench and hooded head comfortably resting on the padding, the dangly bits like legs could do their own thing trailing off the other end of the bench. When asked what colour rope I’d like for my 70th session I answered blue, but promptly changed to green when Maggie said the only blue rope she had was a short length that she uses to wrap round a slaves balls twenty times. No green rope at all so I settled on black. I was being awkward and Maggie knew it. Oh well, I know how to get myself into more trouble.

Anyway, with me secured to the bench and more importantly, arms nicely out of the way, Maggie progressed to clarify the second of the three hints in the call up mail. "Mistress will be wearing rubber that can mould itself to the shape of your face". I think it’s fairly clear what Maggie intended although I wasn't expecting the moulding to be achieved by Mistresses perfectly formed buttocks. Maggie has used me as a stool before but the seal this time was absolutely perfect. In fact so perfect that I started to panic. I couldn't breathe in or out. Blow as hard as I might all I could generate was the sound of a fart as the air sought any exit from its rubbery prison. As for breathing in. No chance. Much as I loved the sensation of the latex clad crevice descending on my nose and mouth, the survival instinct just couldn't be overridden. What a dilemma, be smothered by the perfect derriere or be a wimp and struggle for air. I think I disappointed Maggie by begging so soon, of course I was temporarily released to gulp a very welcome lungful of air. Sorry Maggie if on this occasion I let you down but your ass is a perfect fit over my face.

The final piece of equipment Maggie wanted to reacquaint me with was the trample table. A low, substantially built table with a hole for cock and balls to be presented for . . . yep, trampling on. Mistress brought a selection of playroom cushions to raise my bits to the required level, it took three or four to provide sufficient elevation. This was the only area that Maggie was unsure of. Would the steel ball weight that I was still wearing provide help or hindrance? Either eventuality was covered as I had been instructed to report to the session with the allen key to open the ball weight. It wasn't needed and for future reference, the circular steel weight provides a perfect collar to prevent cock and balls escaping downwards through the hole. Hmmm. Maybe not such a good idea after all but Maggie was happy and set about her decoration.

I had no idea what she was doing but it felt pleasant with the occasional peel of laughter, the clank of several heavy steel items, a judicious chain and short lengths of rope, Maggie seemed happy with her creation and sat back to admire her table centre piece; my cock, balls, and many ornaments! At least she didn't stick a candle in the end, that was reserved for a steel penis plug. What she did do was fetch three cooking implements and the electrics from the Clinic to help 'cook' her meal and then enjoy it. Balls had a flexible electrode attached and I was given the choice of which piece to use first. What a choice. A flat bladed knife, a metal spaghetti server and the meat fork that had been used to great effect during an early cling film session. I chose first the knife and then the spaghetti server. As it turned out it didn't really matter which. Each was capable of cooking cock and balls. But it was now clear what the third hint was on the calling mail . . . "setting the scene for some fine dining." Why can't Maggie have plastic knives and forks and a nylon spaghetti server, after all this is 2014!

For aperitif, Maggie set about wine making or at least trampling my balls after she had finished her meal. You wont be surprised that the G&T remained unopened, because Maggie never drinks while attending to her slaves as she needs 100% faculties to ensure the slaves aren't damaged. Well, not too much anyway.

And if any reader having read this is lucky enough to be granted a session with Mistress, keep one eye out for a shiny object lodged in a crack somewhere. If you find that contact lens you may be in line for 100's of Brownie points, or you may just receive a good hiding.

Football and Frolics

A lot happened today; quite a lot involving Mistress Maggies sadistic side.

Barely through the front door and even before I had time to say how stunning she looked, Mistress had me pinioned against the wall as she administered a healthy lungful or two of liquid aroma using the trusty cloth over mouth and nose method. Mistress appeared angry and hissed as she said she had had to deal with a load of bollocks this week and her slave would be used to vent her frustration. I knew it was going to be one of those days as, without further conversation, the lead was attached to my slave collar and I was dragged brusquely up to the Playroom

"Do you like my boots slave?" I was about to answer when the first well aimed kick had my balls travelling upwards to come to rest somewhere near my adams apple and real tears welling in my eyeballs. I was of course by now gagged, and tried to absorb the searing shock and pain as I hung limply from my shackled arms. I wasn't sure which was worst, the kick I could see and try and brace for, or the ones from behind through my well spread legs. They both hurt like hell. I was allowed just enough time to catch my breath before another well aimed blow took it away again. The odd crack of the whip added to the 'interest' of the moment.

Fortunately Maggie isn't totally sadistic and could see when I was really struggling to absorb the pain and just at the right time declared an end to football practise. I was to receive further instruction in using my chest when two of the nastiest nipple clamps were applied and left there to work their insidious magic.

I saw glimmers that Mistress may have vented some of that anger as she instructed me to use the knee pads for the brisk couple of laps round the Playroom. Apart from the hood with partially zipped eye holes and closed mouth, it appeared back to relative normality. Mistress gets the best performance from this slave when I am not muttering about painful or aching knee joints. Mistress didn't even feel the need to give me more kicking but I was trying hard to remember my basic heel training. Speaking of which, I finally managed my thigh boot worship that, but for the ball kicking, would have heralded the beginning of a normal session. The boots looked and tasted a little more angry than usual, probably due to the close proximity to my balls as they were being kicked and booted.

I was transferred to the low bench to experience the softer side as Mistress lubed my arse, drugged me with another couple of breaths of aroma and proceeded to mount me with the small strap on for five minutes. I knew it was five minutes as Maggie ordered her iPod to "set timer to five minutes" and received the reply "timer set" from another willing acolyte. Not only enjoyable but quite tuneful as each thrust set the bells tinkling on the nipple clamps. More sniffs from the bottle were ordered and more lube applied then I was not quite sure what was happening, but it felt like a hole borer was wriggling about in my arse. I was told later it was a Hitachi wand to further widen my orifice. I do accumulate a lot of very valuable information in my training sessions.

Not quite so amusing when I was transferred and roped to the high horse. The clamps were pinioned onto my chest adding another sensation to my already taxed nipples. Mistress squirted some de-sensitising spray on my arse-hole and I was to wait a short time for it to begin working, aromas used again to de-sensitise me further and Maggie, now wearing a much larger lubed up strap-on was positioning herself behind me.

"Set timer to five minutes", "timer set" was followed by an altogether more uncomfortable five minutes. Well, initially uncomfortable as Maggie gently introduced her larger strap on. It took a lot of stretching, a little discomfort but I was determined not to let Maggie down and gradually and incessantly the new invader reached its mark. I think I eventually took the whole length but only Maggie can confirm that. By the end of the five minutes, Mistress suggested an extra 90 seconds due to the slow start and I was to let her know when extra time was over. I managed to spin it out to at least two minutes. By that time I was starting to enjoy the sensations in my newly reamed arsehole. 

After all the drilling, stretching, boring and pushing Maggie had no difficulty with fitting my own butt plug. In fact I think my arse was relieved to say hello to an old friend as it dived back into its home ground.

Underneath that sadistic side, there is always the caring Maggie who looks after her slaves and I was reintroduced to the loose fitting red exercise suit. The transformation from ball beating to being gently guided into the suit by my Mistress was amazing. I sat and luxuriated, feeling a little guilty that I allowed Maggie to do all the work, as it slipped and slithered all the way up to my neck, topped off with the comfortable and snugly fitting waist corset that goes so well with the looseness of the suit. The three way zip allowed my cock and balls to be on the outside whilst the rest of me was protected by the latex suit, gloves, stockings and zippered hood. I told you Mistress had a softer side.

Adjourning to the White Room, Mistress planned to continue with her  pre-session e-mail of "helping me to find larger spaces to put my toys". I already had found a home for the strap-on and we were now going to explore where her rosebud sounds could be stored. I was lead through to the Clinic and made comfortable with my calves widely spread and strapped in position, then body and wrist straps secured this willing subject to the chair. Another dose of relaxant aroma was administered using the small facial mask and pad soaked in the wonder fuel. Careful as ever, Maggie donned her sterile latex gloves, flexed fingers to make sure they were positioned correctly, applied sufficient lubrication and then started the gentle insertions. The first and second sounds were in with no problems whatsoever. The third slipped in relatively easily and at that, Maggie was satisfied that her planned work was done. Apart from my cocks ability to naturally expel all sounds! Not this time. Maggie used a convenient length of playroom rope to create an effective sling.

A "well done slave" as the sounds settled at full length encouraged me to ask about a fourth one. Am I mad, was it bravado or just wanting to please my Mistress or was I adrift on a wave of euphoria brought on by the effect of the aromas? Whatever the reasons, I suggested trying the fourth and largest sound. At first Mistress was understandably reluctant but could see the potential, and after a bit more aroma gently inserted the fourth sound. It took a while, some gentle encouraging massage but the fourth sound did eventually settle in its new home, together with its three companions, as did the gold plated vibrator that Maggie applied to the ends of all four sounds. That feeling was intense. Having four sounds wriggling around their tight new home is, well, most stimulating.
Maggie is never one to be wasteful, and having removed my rubber hood she used the remnants of the good bottle of aroma to soak a cotton pad which she had taped to the inside of a plastic bag. The bag was then placed over my head and held in place until both the air and the aroma were completely depleted.

After removing the four sounds, Maggie had a novel way of cleaning out the inside of the urethra. Another pair of latex gloves, lots of lube, a gentle massage resulted in a quick eruption from within and a cleaned out tube. Simple and effective. Mistress was pleased with her spot of cleaning and was a fitting end to another excellent albeit painful at times, sixty-ninth session.

Maggie did advise that there may be some tenderness for a short while with my insistence on trying the fourth sound and the first pee afterwards was a little uncomfortable but then everything was back to normal, although my balls did feel a little tender for a while. Hardly surprising considering all the corner kicks, passes and penalty kicks they endured.