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.