Latex, Latex and more Latex

Today, as the title suggests, was to be a latex themed session. Mistress Maggie knows her slave is partial to a bit, or rather a lot, of latex and was going to treat her slave today. Now, you will already know if you have read my blog that Mistress doesn't confine her activities to just what her slaves 'like'. Not at all. After all I am there to be trained towards becoming the 'perfect' slave to a perfect Mistress and the old adage that there is 'No pain, No gain' should be emblazoned across The Playroom wall.

Mistress greeted me at the front door and ushered me in. I was half expecting a hood straight on in the hallway, but fortunately I was allowed unrestricted views of my stunning Mistress. The skimpy, tight, figure hugging latex briefs with an attached dildo wagging in my direction as Maggie moved, cat-like around her prey. I recognised the figure hugging tight pewter coloured latex top that so accentuates her superb figure and as we progressed upstairs I was treated to a back view that was equally as stunning. By the time I reached the top of the stairs I was ready once again to do absolutely anything for my Mistress.

The Playroom revealed The Plank securely attached, almost vertically, to the overhead gantry. No attempt at disguise; no towel over the equipment to heighten the mystery. That would have been difficult with The Plank being 7 foot long and a foot wide of highly polished wood. At least I wasn't going to be made to walk the plank; too steep for that. I listened very attentively as I always do to the outline of the session, latex and endurance were the overriding words that I heard but, I knew the 'no pain no gain' mantra would surface at some point.

I returned from the bathroom dressed in opera gloves and my new ankle length toe socks. A separate little 'piggy' for each toe. Mistress had instructed me to bring them but I took the decision to attend wearing them under my normal socks. It can be a bit of a struggle if you are putting them on under pressure. Two toes in the same socket, left sock on right foot etc, so I was able to return to Mistress dressed, in no time at all. Mistress as always, called me in, in response to my knocking and was sitting serenely on her throne waiting for her slave to start proceedings and worship her feet. A simple but attractive pair of black high heels accentuated with white soles. Strange combination but very attractive from my vantage point. Mistresses shoes did mean I was restricted to feet only, as I am not allowed to stray from the footwear unless guided by Mistress. I was really going to be pampered today and was treated to an extended allowance of foot worship; the occasional stroke of her leg with the side of my head hoping Mistress wouldn't tell me off but always obeying the rules of only contact with mouth, lips and tongue on her footwear.

Even though my thick black latex suit is chlorinated, it does glide on more easily with a spot of talc and I must say the sensation of being polished and cleaned by Mistress is another one of those serene, relaxing moments. Legs apart, arms to side as Maggie plays the soft cloth all over your latex clad body. The ripples as she touches your sensitive areas . . . I digress. Back to session.

I was to wear a 'toga'. Not an ordinary, simple Roman one unless the Romans made heavy weight black latex togas and come to think of it, not really a 'toga' either. It was a huge, thick chlorinated black latex sheet, doubled up to make it extra thick. It was entertaining and amusing to watch as Mistress imposed her will on a very mobile, slippery and quite heavy sheet and then wrapped it tightly round my chest. I did my bit by holding one edge in place under an arm as Mistress stretched it tightly round chest and torso, to be fixed with a long length of black Playroom rope just below my nipple line. Mistress checked that she could get to my nipple zips. Ah, the no pain no gain theme.

Then the hood. A really stretchy, really comfortable, perfectly fitting black latex little number. No zip required, with perforations at eyes and mouth. I could see and I could breath comfortably. The view of my Mistress was like gazing through a honeycomb and for a fleeting moment I thought the Queen Bee was about to devour one of her drones. I was manoeuvred back to the plank and gingerly lent backwards. I needn't have worried. Maggie is thorough in her planning and safety is always a high priority. There was a little sway as The Plank adjusted to my weight then settled until it felt safe and solid. I was there with back to plank and the whole of my front from chest downwards, a smooth black, shining rubber sheet. I was beginning to feel the heat but today I was going to get a lot, lot warmer.

Forever thoughtful for her slave, Mistress applied the penultimate part of my dressing; the black leather wrist mitts that so effectively make your hands into useless stubby stumps and assist the slave to keep his hands out of mischief. Maggie is always thinking of ways to assist her slaves to become a better object or plaything to her. The final item was a high posture collar. I have worn this in the past and today I was really relaxed as it was buckled tightly in place. I was just able to gaze at Mistress as she prepared the final items to keep her slave happy. I was expertly, quickly and comfortably roped to the plank at elbows, wrists and ankles. Nothing else required. The arms were useless and the legs were not going anywhere. To exaggerate my predicament Mistress was saying how cool she was in her skimpy latex shorts and top and quite deliberately taunting her slave. I knew I was getting a little warm inside my rubber and was about to get much hotter! Mistress made it quite obvious that she was concerned that I was not warm enough and without waiting for my reply turned up the Playroom heater a couple of notches. How very thoughtful.

On went the blindfold and that was that. Maggie left me and I have no idea as to how long. I was totally in the dark, heating up nicely and in complete silence. I think I heard the Playroom door open and close against the carpet. I strained to hear another sound but nothing. Did I hear a slight movement as Mistress checked her slave? Did I detect the faint movement of air in the Playroom? Was I on my own? Nothing actually mattered as I could visualise my Mistress and I would  stay there just because Mistress wanted me to. I was getting warmer and warmer and the act of leaning against the plank was generating quite a lot of sweat inside my rubber prison and I was loving every minute knowing that I would be released when or if Mistress wanted to release me otherwise I would stay just where I was.
I did hear the door open quietly and the blindfold came off. The vision I could once more see through my honeycomb was, exactly as I remembered before my enforced solitude. As to how long. Still no idea, and anyway, time was irrelevant. All that mattered was being there still at Mistresses beck and call. I was de-planked and allowed a moment to lie on the floor at Maggie's feet to recover from the heat ordeal, wet inside but peaceful.

Peace and tranquillity never last long when you are training and Maggie soon had me hogtied with another length of black rope. No ordinary hog tie and no let up from the all embracing latex 'toga'. Knees up, sheet wrapped round enclosing legs and feet and then attached to arms. I began to get this nagging doubt again that a little more 'no pain no gain' was about to come my way. Maggie moved about three feet away, showed me a very attractive nylon covered leg and then suggested I might like to 'get over here’. No second bidding required and I set off . . . and of course stopped because I was trussed up like a turkey. Not to be denied the opportunity of more contact with my Mistresses shoeless feet, I struggled and grunted and wobbled and slithered and sweated until I was right next to those red painted toe nails. I did manage to poke the very end of my tongue through the mouth honeycomb and was just able to make contact with her nylon covered feet. If I wasn't sweating before, I was now but it was well worth the superhuman effort.

Content with my effort at addressing her toes, Mistress released me from the hog-tie and scooped the hem of the 'toga' over my head, pinioning my arms across my chest and enclosing my head inside a very heavy weight latex sack. It was a very strange and somewhat unnerving experience. I have willingly endured the same treatment with a clear plastic bag for quite a long period, perhaps because I can see Mistress, but with the blackness of the inside of the rubber sheet, the air seemed to be used up far quicker than in a plastic bubble. It was like being in a cave miles underground, unable to see anything and your oxygen running out and I think I panicked a little. Mistress had me out in no time but I was a little embarrassed that I was such a wimp particularly as I was totally enclosed in my favourite latex.
No sooner was I released from my sack, I was on the bed, zip opened and butt plug removed. A very rare enforced slight change of plan. Mistress was going to deploy the pump up butt-plug but try as she may the damn thing appeared to be seated but as it was inflated, out it popped and we just couldn't get it to do as it was told. Fortunately Mistress saw the funny side and did not punish me for the embarrassed laughter as each time it just plopped out. I think it was because I was lying rather ungainly on my side, unable to present Maggie with a good entry angle for the balloon.

Nothing phases Mistress and I was strung back up onto the plank with a quick change of hood as I was starting to swim inside the honeycomb mask with all the sweat I was generating. Hmmm the pump up gag still encouraged me to expel bodily fluids as I tried desperately hard not to look down and dribble all over Mistress as she busied herself exposing cock and balls, securing the 'toga' out of the way and, rather uncomfortably, attaching clamps to my balls and roping them to The Plank.

I don't think Maggie appreciated the prospect of slave drooling all over her nice pewter coloured latex top and removed the pump up gag and replaced it with the spider gag. It didn't stop my drooling but it was all down the front of my suit and not all over Maggie. It also gave her free access to my nipples which were given a right good going over. Sharp finger nails, even sharper teeth and my poor little buttons were starting to feel like over used rotary dials. I was surprised afterwards that I had any nipples attached by the amount of treatment they received. However, I was determined to grin and bear it because Maggie appeared to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment from making her slave squirm which in turn, tightened up the ropes attaching my balls to the plank which it turn . . . bit of a vicious circle developing here. I like pleasing my Mistress, Mistress likes teasing her slave which jiggles my balls which in turn further encourages Maggie to pay more attention to my nipples which in turn . . . and so it went on.

It wasn't quite the end as Maggie is determined to keep my ass hole nice and open for her future use and enjoyment. I was strapped face down on the low padded bench and finished off with another good dildoing. What a day. Has my ordeal in rubber diminished my liking for the material? No way. I love the feeling. Has my endurance training enhanced my devotion to a superb Mistress? Yes way. I had several times during today's session where I could just relax (sort of) and luxuriate in the image of a superb Mistress and friend.

11 Pounds of Ball Weights

I was absolutely bricking today's session. Not because of what Mistress Maggie had suggested in the call up mail  '. . . your balls will undergo an alternative treatment in an effort to make them hang evenly. . .' That was expected, as I had made a rather stupid comment the last time Mistress had stretched my balls, saying that the weights she had applied were comfortable. Nor was it the strong hints from Maggie that  '. . . The clinic will be used for conducting demonstrations on how to get the best deals on your gas and electric. . .' I knew, if I was focused that I would try and endure anything that Mistress required.

No, my greatest fear was the consequences of a cardinal sin I discovered whilst waiting for my appointed time. In a sense, it was fortunate that I had assumed my butt plug was in my kit bag 'as it always is' and had only discovered it was missing 10 minutes before the session. That only gave me 10 minutes of abject panic. I resolved that there was only one course I could take. I would confess to Maggie and throw myself on her mercy: The only option as I have always promised to be honest with Mistress.

Mistress had warned me that it would be a good idea for me to screw on my steel ball weight and give my balls a pre-session workout, as they would be treated to a serious stretching challenge. A good slave always follows orders from his Mistress, so with my ball weight in place as instructed, balls swinging as I walked, I made my way to session. 

I arrived, blurted out my confession and apology and was flabbergasted by Maggie's nonchalant and relatively relaxed action. Not what I expected at all. I was still desperately worried as I followed Mistresses stunning tight black latex covered rump, topped off with her delightfully tight olive green top and black open faced hood. It was a shame that I was so worried because that sight was one that deserved and demanded my full attention.

Oh well, nothing I could do now so on with my training. A quick explanation of the proceedings by Maggie, a visit to the bathroom to change from outer clothes to my slaves clothes of latex gloves, latex stockings and of course my slave collar that I always arrive in. A quick powder and I was in my latex suit. Mistress tidying the zips, cleaning and polishing and a final smooth all over and her slave was dressed. Well almost; the final item was the superbly fitting waist corset. This time Maggie paid extra attention to gathering in my ample girth and tightened the straps as far as she could pull them.

It was at this point that I realised Maggie had been teasing me. She instructed me to bend over for my butt plug and with that musical laugh Maggie possesses, retrieved the missing plug from behind the curtain. 'I thought I would have a little fun teasing you, slave'.  I was soooo relieved and relaxed that the errant plug needed only a little coaching and lubrication and it was sucked in to its rightful place.

 I was then sat on The Bondage Chair with my exposed butt plug showing through the central hole. Maggie secured me with a few chains and set about teasing me some more. The room vibrator was wedged against my butt plug and put into motion whilst Maggie enclosed my head in a clear plastic bag, occasionally removing the vibrator and using it to good effect on herself. Oh the frustration as I watched as Mistresses eyes closed and a little gasp crept from her lips. Something was definitely wrong. Mistress kept teasing, the vibrator kept vibrating and when Maggie pressed her delicious lips on my plastic mouth, inevitably I embarrassed myself inside my latex suit.

No contact with cock or balls at all. Just Mistress teasing and the vibrator. I couldn't help myself and for the second time today I apologised to Maggie.

I know why Mistress likes her cock to be under control and premature ejaculation can have dire consequences on the dynamics of a session. It can change the mood of the slave and of course adversely affect the enjoyment of Mistress. However, there was no way that I was prepared to allow my embarrassment to interfere with Maggie's enjoyment and I was determined to continue my efforts through to the end. Still chained to the chair I readily agreed for Mistress to fit me with the full system mask. I think when I am not distracted with my recent embarrassment it will be superb to wear, and I hope Maggie does not take today's slightly negative reaction as a true reflection of how much I will enjoy future fittings. Sadly I struggled to feel fully comfortable in the heavy mask. After a short period Mistress thought enough was enough and I was sent off to the bathroom with my tail between my legs and ordered to return once I had cleaned up the mess of my own making.

Then, oh how I wished I had not been so blasé about the effect on my balls when being stretched in an earlier session. At that time I rashly stated I was comfortable with the stretching. Never again. When Mistress asks I will always say I was at my limits.

No, on reflection I will continue to be totally honest no matter the consequences, although I may not be quite so cavalier. Today though I was right on my limits for my balls.

Mistress strung my wrists to the overhead, my legs forced wide on the iron spreader. On went the clamp over my existing ball weight and the gold weights were taken from their place on the Playroom shelf. Maggie selected the ones she liked and began tying them to the clamp. The first two were fine, I stood there feeling a little stretched and I told Mistress that I was OK. But there were two more even larger weights waiting to be deployed, so heavy that Mistress took extra care attaching those to her slave. These also were threaded, tied and left hanging from my groin while Mistress stepped back to take measure of her artistry. That was when it got really hard.

I had hardly got used to the ball weights when Mistress slithered up in a snake-like fashion, and with the gentlest touch from her latex covered abdomen against my cock and balls she set my balls swinging. Then in a clear voice ’Set timer to 5 minutes’. I knew what that meant, five minutes of hell. I managed to keep the weights swaying for a couple of minutes but that was it.

The closest I can get to conveying the real pain I was feeling was when I used to play rugby and got a real kick to the bollocks. That gut wrenching aftermath when you feel you cannot breathe. You need to go into the fetal position; you need to nurture your damaged balls; you just need it to stop. None of which were about to happen. All I could do was sag into the restraints and try and absorb the excruciating ache that  was building in my balls. But I was determined to endure as long as possible because that was what Maggie had decreed.  I sagged into the restraints and for the first time was really glad that I was held upright. The timer was still running but Maggie knew I had reached my limit and gently removed each weight in turn, the last one finally came off as the timer beeped the 5 minutes passing. I was knackered! Maggie weighed the pay-load after the session and the total weight suspended from my balls was eleven pounds!

What relief when I was released. I thought my ball sac would be down at ground level but did allow a little smile that I had more or less achieved what Mistress had wanted, and after all, they are hers to do as she wishes.

We moved into the Clinic when I found it very welcoming to be able to lie on the gynaecology couch. I was given a nice rubber mask to sniff through as Maggie hooked her tiring slave up to her halothane breathing circuit, to give me a whiff of TNT aroma. Now I know that TNT is supposed to be highly explosive, but it couldn’t compete with the embarrassing premature explosion I’d had earlier, when I was chained on the chair and being bagged and teased by Maggie, the bi-product being that some parts of my anatomy simply refused to stand to attention. Anyway, this slave discovered that if you are clumsy enough to embarrass yourself  then you can expect mood changes throughout the rest of the session.

Not that Maggie needed a large cock to play with, she had other plans. Under Maggie's instruction, her husband John had been hard at work in the creative department and had fashioned two twin wheeled electric pinwheels. One for each nipple. How very thoughtful of them both! It was my turn to try them today and I was about to feel the benefits of getting my gas and electric from the same supplier. Nipple zips opened, a quick squeeze on each nipple to make them stand up, another good supply of gas entering my nostrils via the face mask, then prick after prick of sharp electrifying pricks running across my nipples, it was a good job Maggie had strapped me down for the demo. I was not expecting to be shown how she streams two channels of electric through her property! I may get into trouble for saying this and my body would agree but I don’t think that Maggie was being very economical with her use of electricity.

Things did start to perk up somewhat as Mistress removed my butt-plug and once again mounted me on the couch. Imagine the sensation: Twin electrifying pin wheels rolling across both nipples as Mistress rhythmically exercised my arse hole. I was starting to get quite a lot of 'feeling' back in my cock and balls and beginning to wish once again that my training would go on forever with my excellent Mistress.

I was pleased that I had the balls to continue with my training after my earlier incident. It does alter the mood but I found with concentration and a short rest, I was able to return to that subservient zone but most importantly, I didn't totally disappoint Mistress Maggie.

The best comment was delivered by Maggie who said afterwards ‘. . . On a positive note it’s unlikely I can come up with anything meaner than today in time for your next session . . .’ Hmmm. I bet she can though.