Red Rubber Reflections

It is with some embarrassment that I have to report three indiscretions during today's training and will use this medium as a public apology to Mistress Maggie from me for allowing these mistakes and errors to creep into service to my Mistress.

Maggie greeted me in a black fishnet body, tightly pinched at the waist, with black latex stockings and rubber boots; the cut of the body framing her cheeks as I followed her up the stairs. Noticing that the seams around her buttocks were just a fraction short of symmetrical I was tempted to adjust the imbalance, fortunately I quickly refocused, remembered my place and kept my hands under control. I am so glad that I did, otherwise that would have been four, not three errors.

I was instructed to report to the Playroom wearing my black latex gloves and new black latex stockings, I was also required to wear my red lighter weight catsuit, best for the warmer weather we were experiencing, then Maggie fitted me with the hood from the system mask. On its own, the hood is really comfortable to wear for extended periods. Then my first error which involved my worship of Mistresses footwear, and my tongue control, or lack of it. Quite a natural mistake for a lifelong, simple, latex loving perv to make. On my knees, kissing, licking and worshipping the rubber footwear, I am easily mesmerised and it was difficult to differentiate between the boots and the latex stockings, and my tongue found its way into forbidden territory. I was fortunate that it only resulted in 'Boots only slave'.

Ordered into a kneeling position between Mistresses thighs, oh I do love that position, Maggie had an innocent look on her face. She looked straight into my eyes and asked me to repeat the oath I had made to her in the earlier days of my training. To my everlasting shame, I mumbled out what I thought was the wording and had to confess it wasn't quite right. Now Maggie was having fun at my expense and asked 'innocently' if I might like to have another go. Same sentiments came out but different wording. Mistress, smiling this time because she knew her slave was really squirming, suggested a third and yes you guessed, yet another different rendition again. I was embarrassed and humiliated at this my second mistake. I promised Mistress that I would attend to relearning my slave oath as soon as I got home. Maggie quietly laughed and nodded her agreement.

Things then started to get better from the mistakes perspective and if it wasn't for the third one, I may have got out of session without total humiliation. My butt plug slipped in easily; a testimony to Mistresses training and persistence working on my anus over the preceding months and that brought a smile at least to my cheeks after having already clocked up two errors.

We moved to the Clinic and once strapped down, Maggie consulted her schedule and proceeded to the more meaty parts of the session. Maggie said that my ass training would be moving up a notch and an unforgiving steel butt plug needed to be inserted. A ball gag was strapped on to stop any complaints while Maggie completed her operations. Out came my butt plug, to be replaced by a bi-polar shiny metal one. It plopped in place easily, helped by earlier stretching of my own plug. Being metal and quite a heavy plug, it needed something to keep it in otherwise, gravity and my own sphincter muscles would have it consigned to the floor. Maggie had anticipated the issue and produced a leather harness which she fastened up between my ass cheeks, then a short rope tightly tied between harness and the D-ring on my slave collar.

That worked a treat. As I stretched back onto the couch, the rope tightened against the harness, forcing the electrode to remain in its correct location. The ball-gag I was sporting was a real mouth filler and I could still feel the tightness in my jaw when writing this blog. Despite the size, I managed to accommodate the gag comfortably and it effectively silenced any moans resulting from the estim that followed. Maggie explained that she would be using program 2 at a manageable pulse level and directing the signal up my bum, and was most insistent that I controlled myself with a warning that ‘No climax allowed slave!’.

Maggie briefly left the clinic and returned wearing a plastic apron. More attention to the meat of the session saw Maggie expertly, painlessly and smoothly, first insert a sound into my now very erect cock. Once satisfied that the erection would not hinder the passage, proceeded with equal professionalism and care to deploy a balloon catheter, check that it was secured and clamped off and all in the twinkling of an eye and felt like a couple of seconds. Wow. Amazing! Maggie is an expert yet still maintains her rigid safety and cleanliness precautions by constantly referring to her own 'Sterile Procedures' from the Mistress Maggie Operations Manual. As the recipient, I was surprised when Maggie announced. 'There it's in. Back to the Playroom now'. I was just starting to enjoy the feeling of Mistress gently fondling my cock to ease the catheter in place. Oh well, I'm here to please Maggie not enjoy myself for too long periods.

Chained and cuffed on the Bondage chair and carefully positioned over the central hole, the strapped-in anal electrode was losing its signal. The movement getting off the Gynae couch, walking through to the Playroom and trying to shuffle into the right position had taken its toll. Despite knowing it was still in place, I had to confess to Maggie that the stimulation to my bum had faded. Up went the dial and still virtually no effect. I could have taken the cowards way out and over exaggerated the sensations but what's the point. I have promised to be honest to Mistress and in any event, when she did eventually find out, I would really experience her wrath.

Not a problem to Maggie, and determined to give her slave a nice shocking experience, she disconnected the wires to the anal electrode and placed two further ones round my cock. Now, those electrodes were most effective! Still Mistress insisted that I did not cum as she applied a rather different rhythm. Program 8 is a real pain in the penis, it builds up to a crescendo then abruptly stops. Builds up and stops. All the while I had to concentrate on stopping a climax. Maggie suggested thinking of the forthcoming erection, sorry perhaps she said election. That certainly focuses the thoughts away from excitement although there is a lot of cock and bull about.

Mistress zipped a gas mask with re-breather to the front of the system mask. I have tried this breathing setup before, but like before I had to admit defeat after a short while, so far my maximum seems to be about five minutes. The hood on its own is really comfortable for extended periods but when the front mask is zipped in place it compresses my cheek bones and they were really starting to ache. So Mistress Maggie removed the mask to be replaced with the trusty breathe through gag.

I was then treated to the amazingly sensual sight as Maggie prepared for ‘feeding time’, retrieved a measuring jug, opened the fishnet body and produced half a pot full of pee. There, straight in front of me as I sat chained to the chair. All I did was drool, looked goggle eyed and heard the magic sound as Mistress produced my drink. It didn't take long for the liquid to be decanted into the water bottle and hung from the waiting IV stand and then attach the tube from bottle to my feeding gag.

With another twinkle in her eyes, Maggie smiled and gave me the choice. ‘Nice warm drink or shall we increase the dial by 5 notches?’ I opted for the warm drink as, by that stage I was somewhat thirsty, and received a few pumps to ensure it was flowing right and that I was drinking happily and . . . the supply was turned off and the e-stim turned up those 5 notches. Hmmm. Some choice? I was left frustrated and thirsty for a while until the tap was reopened and after a few more pumps of encouragement I finished the lot. Mistresses pee had cooled considerably and a very pleasant cold refreshment was now passing down my feeding tube, that really hit the right spot. I was disappointed when I sucked up those final drops.

Next my head was transformed, off with the system mask and my head sealed inside two plastic bags. Mistress likes to watch me as I gasp for air and twisted the opening securely round my neck, no chance of extra air entering. Another tease as Mistress approached and eased her superb breasts from the teddy and offered them to my eager eyes with ‘Would you like a closer look slave, there will of course be a forfeit’. The perfect blindfold? But only if I agreed to increase the e-stim another five notches. No pain no gain. I couldn't really argue with that one, and there was so little air left in my bag now, just enough for me to plead a ‘yes please’. As I received my smothering and the electrics were notched up, again the strict instructions for 'no orgasm, or else!' This was getting somewhat frustrating to say the least. Oh well back to Cameron, Clegg, Milliband . . . in between gasps for air.

The magic of the inflatable plastic hood came next. I have benefited from it before and Maggie blew it up really hard this time. The pressure was almost enough to prevent me from opening my eyes. Only almost, as I gazed at Maggie re-attaching the drain bag to my catheter. The next option was a little more difficult to decide as the remnants of my bladder contents emptied into the bag.

This time the catheter drain bag was attached to my feeding pipe and the same mischievous offer. 'Drink or increase by 5 steps?. Your choice.' I was to drink my own pee. I have agreed to do whatever Maggie requires so I took Maggie's preferred option and opted to drink my own waste material. The lot, until the drain bag was completely drained. At least the e-stim stayed where it was, for now at least. It was strange yet pleasant, drinking her fluid that by now had passed through my system to emerge in my own drain bag, I gazed into her eyes and tried to convey my total acceptance of her as my owner. Actually the pee was quite palatable and Maggie encouraged me to drink it all, so I did.

Ah yes. My third misdemeanour in the trilogy of errors. I left my slave collar in the corner as we were cleaning up afterwards. Mistress has already let me know and I have yet to suffer the consequences of that lapse of memory. Altogether, I feel I let my Mistress down in some areas yet she still allows me to return for my essential training. I really am fortunate to have such an understanding and forgiving Mistress.

My oath? That is private between myself and my Mistress but it goes a little further than the House Rules that I think I have documented elsewhere on this blog.

Latex Asset Management

In every successful enterprise, time has to be regularly set aside to perform administrative tasks such as cleaning, record maintenance, health checks, setting acceptable performance standards, appraisals and the likes that help keep the organisation at the top of the tree. That time had arrived and the CEO, Mistress Maggie outlined that a full inventory of all the assets and liabilities owned by Playroom Inc would be undertaken, recorded and generally maintained as well as those activities that the best CEO's expect from their slave workers.

And so I arrived at Maggie's front door to be greeted by Mistress in her short see-through latex skirt and bra set that barely hides her skimpy red latex pants and superb figure, topped off with a nurses formal head dress and bottomed by a shiny and very long pair of white PVC boots that reach above the knee. I already knew that there was a lot to be cleaned and worshipped with those boots. Maggie hooked her finger through my collar and helped to guide me upstairs resulting in very close proximity to those very skimpy pants. I was determined I would help the audit and paid particular attention to the rear of my Mistress as she climbed, dragging her property behind.

Just when I thought I had finally mastered the opening ceremony, I was thrown another curved ball. Oh well it keeps me on my toes or more precisely, on my knees. I returned from the bathroom dressed in my short-sleeved black latex tee-shirt, matching shorts and knee length stockings and collar, knocked and entered expecting Mistress to be in her normal position, resting on the CEO's throne ready for me to clean those rather delicious looking thigh boots. Nope, not today. I was told to wear the room knee pads as I would be on my knees for lengthy periods. (Many CEO's expect their slaves to be on their knees in their presence!), the lead was attached and I was taken for a short walk, on all fours, round the Playroom and into The White Room where I was parked against the wall and told to 'stay'.

When instructed to come, not literally as that would have been inexcusable at that stage in the proceedings, I turned to be greeted by Mistress relaxing on the gynae chair, boots gently swinging over the edge and I was told to give them a really good clean. Another trait of an exceptional CEO is that they require their minions to be good boot-lickers. Oh boy was I a good licker. Long slow licks up one side then the same on the other, not forgetting to spend time on the soles and heels. With crop in hand to encourage proper cleaning, Mistress guided me to parts of the boots where she wasn't fully happy with my efforts. I was perfectly happy with this as I got to lick, clean and kiss a long way up Maggie's rather superb legs.

Tip: a lot of grovelling goes a long way when directed to the person in charge. On the other hand, be very careful that you don't overstep the mark and stray into areas reserved as the CEO's private space.

To encourage her slave, Maggie attached the nose lead to my septum. I volunteered to sort out the position of the clamp to ensure a firm connection with my nose. (Where would the best CEO's be without a team of very dedicated worker slaves to perform all these intricate tasks?) Anyway, take note, if you are too much of a creep and you do this job really well, you will be attached very firmly to the clamp and chain and will be led by the nose in whatever direction Mistress wanted. Sound familiar? being led by the nose by the Boss?

Take it from one who now knows, a correctly placed nose clamp can be excruciating when pulled and brings tears to your eyes. So don't get pulled if you can avoid it. Mistress kept the chain just tight enough to keep my tongue aligned with the top of her boots and my eyes focused on her thin red latex panties.

After a wonderfully long spell of Mistress worship, the nose clamp was thankfully unscrewed and I was given a mop and told to go to the bathroom, wet it and return after I had soaped the mop, presumably to finish the boot cleaning? Obedient worker slaves do as they are told and I am no different. Off I trotted, selected the antiseptic soap and returned with a big smile on my latex face; accomplished as ordered. That smile was very quickly removed as I was told to open wide and Mistress proceeded to clean out the inside of my mouth following its use as a boot cleaner. It has been a long time since I was threatened to 'wash your mouth out with soap and water'. The mop was actually a scrupulously clean hand mop of the type used to clean dishes and not the floor mop! I did suggest afterwards that Maggie might like to get some lemon scented/tasting soap. That didn't go down too well.

Moving down the 'to do' list, and the next task was record maintenance. Maggie needed to be lent on the couch in order to write the entries on her pro-forma. Every CEO has a pro-forma and clipboard, it goes with the territory.

While Mistress leaned over the couch with her bottom in the air and with her skirt raised, making notes and asking questions, I was instructed to look after one of the more valuable company assets, and to put my tongue to work licking Maggie’s ass-hole clean. Maggie asked the questions: Full name? Weight? Height? Sexual preferences? which I thought a little odd with my nose and tongue cleaning away so far up her asshole. I answered in between cleaning and I thought the CEO allowed herself a little self indulgence as there were absolutely loads of questions, some of the later ones appeared a little 'spur of the moment' whilst I was ordered to continue my ass licking and cleaning.

Even though I say so myself, I think I am now an accomplished ass-licker although I must admit none of my previous bosses took it quite so literally.  Perhaps a little more self indulgence by Maggie? Mistress secured the facial dildo across my mouth, adjusted herself on the couch, removed the thin red line and . . . well er . . . lets just say that my CEO showed me a hole that needed fixing.

Asset health checks were next on the agenda and Maggie undertook the routine procedures to ensure her slave was up to scratch; thermometer, stethoscope, blood pressure, ball squeezing etc and once satisfied that I had been looking after her property externally I was to receive an internal examination. Not a simple finger in the bum hole but a full blown rectal probe.

To help with ease of entry, Mistress gave me several long whiffs of one of the variety of inhalers that I have previously requested and used. 'Deep breaths' were whispered into my ear and I complied. Long deep inhalation with Maggie administering via the halothane inhalation mask that frequently appears to be set up in the White Room. I could feel the warmth as Maggie lent over to secure the mask. A warm hearted CEO. That must be a first, but then again this particular CEO introduces her slave to new experiences all the time.

Speaking of warm hearted, despite the fact I was in my 'spring rubber' I was still generating a lot of heat inside and the drawback of wearing rubber shorts is that the sweat has an easy route down the leg and onto the floor. This provided a timely warning to other slaves if you are wearing latex socks in the Clinic. Sweat on the floor can make it slippery. The CEO is aware of this but you have the corporate Health and Safety responsibility as well.

To replace these fluids, Mistress firstly took a drink of cool water and dribbled it straight into my mouth followed by Mistresses own contribution of a little spittle. Then as an added bonus, produced a funnel full of pee and allowed me to drink it through the attached tube and teat. This was obviously an unplanned treat for one of her workers as normally Maggie is drinking all through session to top up her own fluid levels. Full marks to Mistresses innovation as it would be impossible for me to take the fluid normally being strapped to the couch.

Once the inhaler had time to work and loosen my anal muscles, Mistress proceeded to give me a most pleasant and prolonged internal examination. First I felt her glove slide in opening me up and making way for the purple strap on, the one with the slightly upturned end, for greater sensitivity. The final part of the asset check; to ensure Maggie’s cock and balls were functioning correctly. Some firm HOM (hand over mouth) smothering, a promise from Mistress that her hand will stay there until I perform, plus a little product manipulation and . . . Yes her cock and balls definitely function as you would expect for organs that have been so stimulated.

Management style hasn't changed over the many years. You have to be good at licking boots, do as you are told without question, led around by the nose, develop the skills of being a good ass-licker and then be screwed by the boss. What has changed is the standard of CEO, mine is now in a different league to other mere mortals and now I am thoroughly enjoying all these with my CEO and have no intention whatsoever of changing ownership.