Double Stretched

Despite two excellent sessions this year, Mistress Maggie was a little concerned that all the hard work she had put into stretching my asshole had been neglected. I was not surprised when the calling message included . . . stretching exercise will be used to get you into better shape.

Mistress was in her red thigh high latex stockings and tight black latex leotard topped off with her white nurses cap; I was in my latex shorts, stockings and opera gloves and Mistress warned that my asshole would be sealing up again if action wasn't taken, so today I would be eased open with her strap-on.

I was introduced orally to the strap-on that Mistress was wearing. Maggie said she would judge how much I could take up my bum and how slippy I would like it by the amount I took in my mouth and how much saliva I left on it. It seemed quite long; far too long to take all of its length in my mouth, but I didn't want to disappoint Mistress and did my best to take as much as I could swallow. Another first. Music while you work, well while Maggie worked on my rear. Not sure what it was but nice to listen to as I was ordered into a kneeling position on the padded bench ready to be tied down for my exercise.

Maggie took her time, lightly roping my arms to the bed but sufficiently tight to keep my hands out of mischief. A little lubrication, a little finger stretching, a little more lube and of course the condom over the dildo before presenting the tip against my once more tight little bum hole.

I have taken this strap-on before but I was definitely tight. Maggie sensed this but was equally determined to reclaim her territory and gently eased the tip home. Once the sphincter accepted the first inch I was able to get accustomed to the size of this invader again, I grunted through the soft ball gag that it was in and I was relatively comfortable. It certainly got better as I was gently stretched back into shape and after a few more gentle short strokes I was in the zone and wanted the whole length. I drove backwards as Mistress pushed and could feel the warmth as Maggie joined me in close contact. A little too vigorous I think, because Mistress gently whispered instructions for me to ease forward as my thrusting had changed the launch position and put her off balance. I just relaxed and went along with the ride moving with the rhythm of the music.

Whilst still wearing my huge grin, Maggie chained me to the cell door for another way to take my breath away. Two new plastic bags were deployed and whilst I was breathing hard Mistress paid attention to my inverted nipples, coaching them into a semi erect state so they too could be returned to their pre-Christmas condition. I tried very hard to convert the pain into pleasure to please Maggie, and was largely successful in being able to ride with the intense treatment of the double bagging combined with the attention each little bud received. I was satisfied that I hadn't needed to resort to whimpering, although I did flinch a bit and so did my grin.

And now for something completely different. Into the White Room where I was greeted with the goalposts firmly in place at the business end of the gynae couch. This arrangement allows weights to be hung over the crossbar on pulleys, and it wasn't long before I knew exactly what the weights would be stretching.

There is a knack to getting onto the couch through the goalposts: I take it slowly, ignoring the steps I go forward under the crossbar and once my backside is through, sit down and slowly turn over onto my back. Settled on my back Maggie secured me to her bench with a snug waist strap, wrist shackles, legs spread high on stirrups between the goalposts. I braced myself as a cold black latex sheet was draped over my torso, but I am used to latex and know that it warms up very quickly.

Mistress drew back the drape and my nipples were inspected, they were still deemed to be miserably inverted despite their attention in the Playroom and absolutely no fun for a Mistress. I was consoled with guidance that it could be treated, but may possibly leave a few marks around the nipple that may last for up to a week. No problem with that. Mistress always alerts if there may be visible marking but is never a problem because once you know, you can take avoiding action. I smiled my consent and agreed I needed the treatment.

Mistress then eased back the lower part of the black sheet, looked at my balls and confidently declared that  ". . . balls don’t hang evenly, nurse will make them more presentable" and smiled that knowledgeable smile that is so endearing. But not until due care and attention to the nipples. At this stage I was wearing a latex hood and had reasonable vision as Maggie firstly massaged oil around my nipples and went to retrieve what appeared to be two small glass jars, a bottle of methylated spirits, a small swab and forceps from the storage cupboard. This was really intriguing. What the hell was Maggie going to do to my nipples, flambe them or perhaps apply meths to my cock and balls? Oh well, I did say Maggie had free range over her property.

The glass jars turned out to be part of a fire cupping set, originally intended for Chinese alternative therapy but equally at home in the torture department for Maggie's slaves. By heating the air inside the cups and then placing them against the skin, a vacuum is created as the air cools. Ah that was what the meths was for and why the fire extinguisher and a jug of water were close by. Maggie lit the meths soaked swab, heating each jar in turn before firmly planting them on each nipple. It worked. The oil combined with the hot jars created an effective seal and my nipples started to be extroverted rather than introverted. The fire extinguisher was not required!

Next to receive attention were at the goalpost end. Maggie located the second ball and then secured each one with some very tight rope binding and clipped on weights to lift and separate. I really shouldn't say this in case Maggie reads the blog, but the weights were comfortable to wear and in no time I forgot they were attached. Hopefully she'll be too busy writing more poetry to be concerned about heavier weights round my balls.

I then had electrodes fitted. An interesting device shaped like an old candle snuffer was kept in place on my exposed cock head by a modified condom, Mistress took a pair of scissors to the condom and removed the tip to allow easy passage for this electrode; the other secured to somewhere a little lower. A rhythmic pulse was set to work and I could feel the beginnings of being milked again.

I did have other things to worry about like the re-breather face hood that I was now wearing, and inspecting my nipples through the glass cups Maggie decided they were now suitably fun sized, she pried off the fire cups and put tight weighted grips on instead, both left to dangle nonchalantly down the sides of my chest. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out, take it slowly and breathing is easy and the nipples were starting to make their presence felt, so all in all and with all that weightlifting I was receiving quite a good work out.

Just as I was getting used to the re-breather it was changed for the red gas mask; tight but one of my favourites to wear. I watched through the portholes as Maggie stood next to me and peed. Unfortunately I only heard the results but I knew exactly what she was doing. Shortly followed by a pouring sound and I was attached to the bottle of pee via the gas station. From then on the only air I received was heavily scented with Maggie's own aroma; very heady and very arousing.

Then the privilege and pleasure of a second stretching with the dildo. Maggie had re-strapped herself into the harness and this time was stretching me where I could see her, albeit through the glass of the gas mask. No matter. I could view my Mistress as she actively gave my arse a good stuffing. No need for any preliminaries this time. Having removed the butt plug, a little bit of extra lube and it was straight in and away we went.


I did see through the misted eye pieces what I thought was a smile on Maggie's face. Perhaps she was enjoying it as well or maybe that was wishful thinking? Whatever, it was an explosive finish to yet another unique and amazing session.

Tight Times Ahead

My vision of the session, as imprinted from Mistress Maggie's calling mail was clear, although the details were naturally very scant. This is another of Maggie's helpful tools to assist and guide a slave to experience the perfect sessions; the anticipation, the excitement, the mystery, thinking about how the flesh will play out on the bones of that mail. I still get nervous tension as session time approaches. The knot in the stomach, the excitement, but the doubt of the first sessions is now long gone and I really can't wait for the calling mail then spend the next 24 hours wishing my time away.

I arrived with "I am ready for some sleek and shiny dressing that is sure to take your breath away. I will be getting your training started for a forthcoming venture before leading you into a tight situation that is bound to have you tingling with delight." imprinted in my mind and was immediately greeted with . . . some sleek and shiny. . . as Mistress was wearing a long low cut dress, in tight black latex and wide stretchy belt, but most prominent was Maggie's long flowing auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders to sit teasingly across the top of her chest. An absolute vision. This was going to be another good day.

Back from the bathroom wearing latex socks and gloves and of course my leather slave collar. Mistress made short work of inserting my butt plug, head to carpet, rump skywards, sufficient lube and its in, then helped me into my tight latex catsuit. Maggie had been thoughtful and allowed me to leave my suit warming in the Playroom whilst I changed in the bathroom, anyone putting on cold latex will appreciate this gesture. I was seated on the wooden chair and securely roped to it, its position meant I could comfortably watch all of Mistresses movements as she prepared for the next stage. I must have looked like the Churchill nodding dog as I followed Mistress round the Playroom, simply in awe of Maggie and with a big smile on my face.

On went the plastic bag. Ahh . . . take your breath away . . . To me it was just a plastic bag as Maggie fastened me inside with my slave collar, then tied my hands to my head and knotted with securing rope into my mouth. Not too effective as a gag, but perhaps it was the sensation of me chewing on plastic that Maggie wanted to achieve. Then the realization that Maggie wouldn't go to all this elaborate preparatory work only to have to destroy the bag when I gasped for air. Mistress had cleverly constructed two sealed chimneys at the top of her bag. For the first of many times, Mistress opened one corner of the bag and breathed a couple of her own lungfuls of life into her slave before re-sealing me in the airtight bubble. Thus Maggie was able to maintain her slave in breathless anticipation for far longer than just a plain simple sealed plastic bag would allow.

Maggie didn't help my concentration either, maybe she had been developing her language skills since our last session and had decided to practice them with her captive slave, but her voice had changed and I was receiving orders in a domineering eastern European accent. There I was concentrating on deep regular breaths to eek out the limited air when she opened my nipple zips and put two pegs on each nipple. I could see exactly what was coming but when they went on, talk about take your breath away. Ouch! Maggie knew the reaction and immediately gave me two more scheduled lungfuls of her air, and I took a good few slaps across my face for not utilizing her gift of the knot in my mouth as instructed. Mistress totally in charge of my air, occasionally nipping the nipples, even more occasionally giving a nibble on them to keep me guessing, and me loving the sensations and sweet scent of her breaths. Finally I got a kiss on my plastic covered knot filled mouth and I was one happy slave.

After all too short a time, Maggie moved on to the next part of the session explaining that in a future session she was planning to exhibit my obedience skills, a bit like Crufts I think, and I would, for now, be running through some of the disciplines that she will expect me to perform . . . training started for a forthcoming venture . . . I donned the knee pads, willingly accepted the lead and became Maggie's pet pooch. A cross between a great Dane and a podgy poodle, but a greyhound I ain't! Mistress explained each discipline as we progressed; firstly walking smartly to heel; then obedience, the stay and come commands, to retrieve a thrown object and finally rest quietly at Mistresses feet. Each exercise repeated until Maggie was satisfied with her pet. This was great fun and I tried hard to become her well trained dog. Fetching the slipper was probably the most fun and by this stage, if I had a visible tail, it would have been wagging profusely. Maggie seemed at least satisfied with her pet and I got a nice stroke after each exercise.

And then to the final parts of the calling mail . . . a tight situation . . . I have been subjected to clingfilm bondage before so knew roughly what to expect as Maggie stood me in the center of the room, asked me to secure one end of the wide roll of clingfilm under my right arm and then proceeded to walk round and round her slave tugging and smoothing the film as she went. My balance was fine and I was soon mummified with my hands comfortably securely by my sides.

Red Gaffer tape across shoulders and upper torso followed by the white PVC bandages around lower torso and legs, I would have made an attractive parcel. (For those of you who know ballet, I would recommend standing in a narrow 'first' position. This gives your feet the most stable spread and allows you to maintain balance during filming.) Probably the hardest part was getting from upright to lying on the latex bed, which now has a new mattress by the way. Although I was confident about just flopping backwards, Maggie sensibly attached a temporary rope halter round my chest to assist with the controlled descent once I had passed the tipping point. Safe and easy as it turned out as I trust Maggie to look after her property. Once prone, Mistress had some final wrapping to complete at feet and lower legs then moved to attend to her cock and balls that she had so thoughtfully left exposed during the wrapping.

Mistress is a true expert at this and I was ready in short-time for the final cling filming. A piece of the wide film wrapped from shoulders, over the top of the head and temporarily secured to my front. It is amazing how clear a single film is and I had crystal clear vision of Mistress as I lay there waiting. The final wrap was the narrower, more flexible film around the head, making sure the mouth was clear for breathing, and I was done. Completely covered firstly in my thick latex, then clingfilm then plastic bandages and gaffer tape.

Humph, Maggie is far too thorough in her planning! At least with all that tape, my nipples could recover from the clothes pegs. Fitting the cock and ball electrodes was a novel and new experience. Mistress fitted the electrodes at either side of her cock then secured them with a standard condom . . . tingling with delight . . .  In a previous session one electrode had managed to migrate from one ball to half way down my leg; not going to happen this time. A quick test of the attachments, just to be on the safe side of course, although I think for a little Maggie amusement as well and we were good to go for my final dressing. My already condom covered cock was then all topped off with the thick black sheath and ball cover through which Maggie carefully threaded the wires for the electrodes, cock and balls at the mercy of Mistress and her remote control.


I lay there for a while, couldn't do anything else, as Maggie pinched my nostrils shut and attached a re-breather bag to the Dragar mouthpiece. I was relaxed, breathing well and comfortable in the knowledge that I was in Maggie's charge.

Then I made a mistake and really should have known better. I am a simple and frequently stupid slave, and I was about to add greediness to my list of undesirable slave attributes. Mistress knew I would be getting warm and perspiring and offered a drink to quench my thirst. "Yeth pleathe" I lisped through the latex mouthpiece and relaxed as Maggie went to the bathroom to brew my refreshment. I sipped the first taste of nectar gently through the offered funnel and tube and thought I would be more bold with the next, determined to take a long swig, and I rather stupidly breathed in at the same time as taking a swig and I started choking.

There was no need to worry, the feeding tube was removed and I was eased onto my side to help recovery. Within seconds Maggie had her slave breathing easily and normally and imploring her not to cut off my film.

Mistress was satisfied that everything had settled down and after a quick referral to her comprehensive session plan, blanked off my vision with another judiciously placed piece of tape for the final part of training.

As a final note to any slaves who are fortunate to find themselves on the new latex bed, it is really comfortable but you need to make sure you leave room for Maggie to sit. I was initially too near the side of the bed and Mistress in her smooth latex skirt had a tendency to slip off the memory foam. That was probably the most difficult part of the training; needing to shuffle sideways in full tape and plastic jacket.

Pain to Pleasure

It never fails to amaze me how the psyche of a male submissive slave can turn what could be considered by some as a most painful experience into a most explosive, involuntary ejaculation. I mean who would lay still strapped to a gynaecological couch, whilst having needles pricked into your cock, then have the needles crocheted together, followed by electrodes attached to the needles and balls and program 10 on the e-stim electrics and still worship the person inflicting such an ordeal?

Until you meet my exceptional Mistress, Mistress Maggie, you may find the concept a little difficult to understand but I regularly and very willingly submit to Maggie for her to do whatever she wishes, such is her magnetism.

Maggie had advised me in the call up mail that ". . . I am in a true medical mood. . ." and the appointment in the Clinic started with a little remedial medical treatment. Although I think it was planned so as to disable my dominant eye and arm to prove to her 'patient' that Nurse Maggie was, after the Christmas break, once more in sole charge of her slave; it worked. I could only wiggle the fingers a little on my right arm and my left eye was bandaged shut. As most of Mistresses activity is accomplished on this side of the White Room, I naturally only glimpsed Maggie as she occasionally tended to my right side, to attach a strap or retrieve a mask from the rows of appliances on the wall. I couldn't see what was emerging from the medical sterile cupboard on my left, but I could hear!

". . . To keep it short, an operation will be performed and it is advised that you lie still . . ."

I heard the clink-clink of steel on dish as Maggie unwrapped the use-once needles and placed them in her receptacle. I heard perhaps 8 or 12 such tinkles and I couldn't tell if one of the clunks was a hypodermic or not. Oh well it didn't really matter because, as I said, Maggie owns the rights when I arrive for treatment. Once all the pricks, pokes, lightening bolts and crochet strokes had been applied Mistress needed to attend to her own personal needs, momentarily disappearing to the bathroom to wash her hands and don a fresh pair of surgical gloves. In those few seconds, the electrics/pins/rope combination worked their insidious magic and in seconds, my cock had gone from being under control to being a spurting, out of control embarrassment.

Maggie was never more than a few feet away and I could have easily called out and she would be there in seconds, but I didn't want to alarm her and it happened so quick that even in those few seconds, I could not have reversed the involuntary ejaculation. I was milked by electric and needles and very apologetic to Mistress about not being able to control her unruly cock. 

Mistress was a little surprised that I had messed myself but was determined that a little thing like a milked cock would not stand in the way of her or my further enjoyment for the remainder of the session and immediately doubled the intensity on her estim control box. But it did necessitate 'Plan B' due to the unexpected nature of the indiscretion.

Strangely enough, I didn't feel the urge to drop off to sleep in a contented and euphoric post-orgasm sleep like most men do after orgasm. On the contrary, I think I was starting to get a little hard again as Maggie attached the dildo tube to the breathing mask and made use of her patient with her own self-examination.

By this time I had been de-bandaged, my wrists were now strapped to the couch, I could do nothing to assist apart from pant when the breathing holes in the dildo were engaged. Mistress knows her patient too well to allow hands free. Despite years of training, my hands still have the tendency to stray onto Maggie's latex clad buttocks as I know how she likes gentle rubber strokes. I do try hard to avoid such indiscretions but it really does feel good to stroke a perfect rubber bottom.

I did find it amusing that Mistress kept warning me each time a needle went in that I would feel a little prick! Maggie was the one doing that. And yes, I did keep very still during the operation, but despite the anaesthetic-poppers that were deployed I think Maggie's prick was anything but little by the time the post operative activities were completed.