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.