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.
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.
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