The calling notice was enticingly vague as normal. "A lithe rubber Goddess will be guiding you on your way to rubber heaven, but remember that only good rubber boys deserve a place there and you will be tested in advance." That single teasing sentence with all its implications reinforced my determination that I would try my hardest to please Mistress and be a "good rubber boy". I am not sure if I changed my approach by much as I always give 100% to my Mistress, but it did remind me why I am one of Maggie's very willing and loyal slaves.
I was given instruction when I arrived that I would need to pass three tasks to allow me the privilege of accompanying Mistress into rubber heaven. Maggie advised me that these are essential slave qualities and a slave has no place in rubber heaven without them. The first task was the worship of my Mistress, the second was obedience to perform a task that Mistress would set, without question and to the very best of my abilities, and the third task was to serve my Mistress in a role that would really benefit Mistress. Already Mistress had confirmed that she did not need to inflict pain on her slave today but that I would be experiencing rubber heaven only if I proved myself a worthy slave.
I returned from the bathroom in my red socks and gloves and a very relaxed attitude that balls, nipples etc may not be the butt of Maggie's amusement, for today at least. It was strange because I know Maggie gets pleasure from the occasional discomfort of her slaves and I enjoy providing her with that pleasure. Maggie gently lubed my butt and again complimented my grooming and my black plug was in. Maggie is good at that and I am pleased I am opening to the correct aperture for my plug; no discomfort at all.Mistress lay supine on the latex bed and the first part of my journey had begun. I was to worship Mistresses footwear, a normal homage at the start of every session. Maggie was wearing her figure hugging black latex catsuit with a hood that framed her stunning face. The black of Maggie's suit contrasting vividly with my own red latex catsuit that I had been eased into and the black of the leather harness that Mistress had attached over my suit. I was already, in my mind, well along the road to rubber heaven but this was only the start of my journey. I had to be a 'good rubber boy' and that involved restricting my worship to Maggie's black court shoes and, if I was really lucky her exposed ankles. I was allowed far more time than I normally get to worship Mistress and even had the privilege of being instructed to remove her shoes and caress and kiss her naked feet. Maggie does have the most amazing and sensual feet, provocative red nail polish and the most delightful girlish giggle when you find just that right spot on her soles. Today was just getting better and better.
The next test of my suitability to accompany my Mistress on the journey to rubber heaven literally had me six inches nearer heaven. Maggie had me wear the ballet boots that I have briefly experienced before. I was to obey her request to walk in them across the landing to where she was smiling at my antics and gently encouraging her slave in my task. I was so determined that I would succeed to walk across the landing but I should add, I was clutching very tightly to the landing banister. This was by far the most taxing of today's experiences but I did try really hard to walk and managed three circuits back and forward before Maggie declared that a lot more practice was required but that I had satisfactorily completed the task of obeying without question and with total commitment, but only just, I removed the boots and returned them to their temporary home in the Clinic and closed that part of today's session.The final test of my suitability was to be allowed to help Mistress with her New Years resolution; the ruthless task of reducing her wardrobe and clearing out some of her older Mistress garments to free space in her well stocked and totally full wardrobe. I was to hold the displaced clothing bag, retrieve all the hangers in turn from the wardrobe and return the hangers with garments to be retained. Obviously Maggie didn't expect any comments as I was fitted with the comfortable but very effective penis gag over my black latex hood. I did get opportunity to nod my agreement when asked if an old leather coat could be discarded. Just imagine, what a privilege for any slave to assist their Mistress in weeding out their wardrobe. I loved it and took the responsibility very seriously. I could definitely feel my mojo rising and ascending towards heaven.
My ascendancy to the higher plane of rubber heaven was about to ramp up a notch on our return to the Playroom where Maggie was preparing my next cosmic delight. Well, two delights to be more accurate but I had to lose the snug leather harness first. It had done its job and we tidied it away ready for the next lucky slave.Firstly the loose fitting red rubber suit emerged from its protective shroud and we very carefully eased me inside. I have already eulogized about this suit in previous blogs but have never experienced it over my own red suit. The effect was electrifying. My under suit slid easily inside the medical red suit and set up the most glorious sensual, slithery sensations. I was definitely well on the road to slave heaven. The second was the gun metal inflatable hood that, once again, I have reported on very favorably in my earlier blogs. This time though, Maggie felt confident that I would take maximum pressure and just kept pumping. Slow rhythmic pumps punctuated by a pause as Maggie stroked the tightening ball and ask if I was still OK. Mistress knew I was fine because she knows her slave but asks all the same. It is reassuring to receive that level of attention. Vision is very limited when fully inflated but I didn't care. I was in good hands and could still make out my Mistress as she continued her preparation for my final journey.
A red rope to each limb, loosely attached to the bondage bed and my vision was even more limited to just above the head of the bed that was, on this occasion, angled into the corner of the Playroom. Mistress spent a little time attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and then I was left quietly contemplating how near to Shangri-la Maggie had taken me. Of course I wasn't just left on my own tied to the bed. Maggie is far too good a Mistress not to be always attentive to her slaves. I felt I was floating because the fully inflated helmet effectively dulls virtually all sound apart from the little ripples as the bladder reacts to the slightest of movements on the bed. I knew Maggie was there because every now and then she would stroke the helmet or my double suited body or just say something, almost inaudible but I knew I was OK.
Then the nipple zips were opened and Mistress gently teased each nipple. I know how she likes to give some real nipple punishment and perhaps may be tempted, but true to her word there were no needles, no nibbling or biting, no electrodes, no painful clamps no pain. The zips were re-sealed and I was gently covered with the black latex sheet making three layers of latex covering, warming me very nicely. I was left approaching heaven.
My journey wasn't quite complete yet. Mistress covered my perspex eyes with a bandage and I could just hear her whispering that this was necessary but wouldn't last long. I detected more muffled Playroom sounds as Maggie did something around my little piece of heaven. I even thought I detected the click of something being turned on or off. Was it the room heater or the lights? No matter I couldn't see anything anyway so I laid back and imagined in my minds eye, my Mistress floating around the Playroom, doing those Mistressy things that Mistresses do. All the while, the electrodes had been performing, doing their rhythmic humping of my cock and balls.When Maggie removed the bandage, what I saw was surreal. Gone was the normal lighting of the Playroom to be replaced with a low yet strangely much brighter whiter light. Perhaps I had already arrived in heaven? The ambiance certainly suggested that I had. I lay there looking through the lenses at my little corner of the Playroom and Maggie allowed me a little breath play. Her breath, sweet as always but this time like a waft of heaven as if a Goddess had breathed down my airway and then a little re-breather play with the bag whistling in and out for a few moments. Mistress knew it could only be for a limited time as focusing on retaining my tube and the extra breathing restrictions could easily panic her slave. With the hood so heavily inflated you really have to concentrate on quite a lot of the mechanics of breathing through the tube; don't lose the tube; don't breathe out through your nose and most importantly don't panic.
When you think the world could not get any better, it did. After our slippery, slithery cavortings, Maggie released the air from my ball-head and removed the hood but left the loose bindings to keep my hands and feet under loose control and then allowed me the privilege of feeling the warmth of her latex clad body as she lay next to me on the black latex bed. I was inches away from the most stunning profile that I could ever imagine. Her eyes occasionally flashed, totally alive, and certainly eclipsing the low white ambient lighting as we lay there talking about trivia; I was so close I could see the occasional laughter line as we idly chatted and Maggie smiled or laughed at another inane comment I made. Maggie untied my hands but left my feet secured and I was allowed to help her out of her own hood. And that was when I knew today's journey had reached the heavenly destination that Maggie had promised her slave, if I was a 'good rubber boy'. Her long jet black hair, tied back to fit into the hood, cascaded onto the latex pillow and we spent a little while longer just chatting. I was trying desperately to tease her right ear but was just too far away and had to be content with watching the small shiny stud become animated as Maggie smiled or talked: Her smile raising her ears and the stud winking enticingly back at me.
The old adage of 'no pain no gain' is generally true for most Mistress/slave training but on this rare and wonderful occasion, Maggie allowed me no pain and all gain. Perhaps it was because it was near to Christmas or perhaps it was her own reward to herself for the hard work she had invested to help me become a better slave or perhaps, just perhaps it was because I was a really good rubber boy today. Whatever the reasons, Maggie, true to her word as always, had transported me to rubber slave heaven and I loved it. I could have laid there for a long time, just watching Mistress, still in her skin-tight latex, tidying a few items in the playroom but unfortunately even a trip to rubber heaven has to end sometime.
I suspect I may have to pay for the no pain delights at my next training session though but I will not mind one jot, providing Mistress is as happy as I was today!
