Complete Genital Transformation

There were few session preliminaries today, as Mistress Maggie explained that she would be redesigning my genitalia, there was lots to do and she needed to get started.

I helped Maggie remove her new shiny black mac, putting it aside to reveal a stunning one piece clear plastic suit. I was putty in her hands, she knew I would be, and I was ready for anything. Mistress told me to hurry along and get into my latex t-shirt and gloves and to report at her feet for boot worship. Black shiny lace ups today, all the way to her knee. Maggie added a latex slave hood to my costume, I poked my tongue through the mouth hole and took as long as I could worshipping those boots, but didn't dare stray onto her plastic skin. When Maggie was happy with my attentions I was given a special red rubber suit to wear, a loose fitting suit made of the thinnest latex. A little talc and some very careful dressing had me snugly fitted inside it, finished off with several wraps of rubber bandage round my middle. ‘Can't use the tight leather corset as you will need to expand’. Maggie had hinted at an enema in my call up mail and that remark kind of confirmed it and I was ushered into the Clinic.

The very first thing Maggie did when we entered the Clinic was to enthusiastically show me her design for giving my genitals a complete transformation. She was obviously pleased with the simple yet elegant design, showing what used to be my cock and balls neatly sutured into one large homogeneous blob. Rather worryingly, she did say that I should take a moment to say goodbye to my cock. The interesting additions were in the detail. Wires leading from where the end of my cock once was and some 'seasonal vegetation' as adornment. I was excited, a little apprehensive, a little expectant but fully committed to whatever Mistress wished to do.

The final bit of the briefing brought home the magnitude of the operation that I had willingly consented to. I was to receive the enema because once I saw the results of Mistresses needlework I would want to crap myself and the enema might 'help'. A big smile from Maggie and 'You will receive at least two litres slave'. I had briefly easily held that before but at least two? Two and a half, three litres? Maggie would decide.

I was comfortable on the gynaecology couch when Maggie returned with one jug full of warm water, mixed in her magic powders to make it soapy and poured the contents into the enema bag. I was a little less comfortable when she returned with the second jug full and repeated the procedure.

Hmm . . . Quite a lot then! Get comfortable on my side, a little grease and tube up my backside and I was ready for Mistress to open the tap, and that was that. No discomfort, in fact it was quite pleasant as Maggie gently massaged my lower stomach to aid the flow, occasionally checking that her slave was still alright to continue.

Oh most definitely yes. I tried to sound nonchalant but Maggie knows her slave well now and knew I was enjoying the situation. Once I had received all the fluid Maggie plugged it in and the volatile contents of my bowels were trapped to work their magic, sealed by the inflatable plug that ensured my bum was well and truly bunged up. Nothing to worry about so far. In the past I've kept enemas in for 10 minutes or so with no problems at all so what could go wrong today? 'That will stay in until I'm finished'.
Maggie helped me onto my back with legs in the chairs stirrups, she removed my plain latex hood and replaced it with another of her own design. A comfortable and nice fitting zipped, black latex little number, with an array of tubes that I had to bite down on and a generous honeycomb mesh across the eyes; generous as I could, with a little adjustment, see Maggie as she moved around the Clinic. I did see and hear Mistress stick two electrodes onto my cock, secured them with many turns of a white bandage and test out the electrics. Y. . E. . S - electrics working!

Then she was off to the bathroom to wash her hands and don her operation gloves. I also saw through the honeycomb, Mistress choosing her sewing instruments and carefully placing the PVC operating sheet over my cock and balls. 'Are you ready slave to receive your complete genital transformation?’. I had promised I would do anything for my Mistress and confirmed I was ready and willing for whatever she wished to do.

That first knotted stitch is a pain, but after that Maggie settled into her routine and slowly and steadily completed the first set of sutures. 'Slave, control your cock.' I couldn't help it, despite having my genitals sewn up, I was getting hard. I really tried to concentrate, but every time the needle went in it brought me back to the fact that my Mistress was stitching up my delicate bits and I was enjoying it! A brief interlude as the second suture was threaded and on went the sewing. I could see the concentration on Maggie's face through my hood, looking quite intense and really attractive as she persisted sewing up my bits and pieces.

Every now and then my stomach would let out a low rumble to announce it was still full, and occasionally Maggie came across a really resistant piece of scrotum, strangely always on my left side, piercing these reluctant areas was the only time the stitching really took my breath away.

It took a while for the dozen or so stitches to be completed and every so often Maggie would appear next to my head and exhale a full lungful of her precious breath down my breathing tube. I loved that little touch; a little respite for Maggie from her concentration on the sewing and that sweet taste of Mistress for me to savour.

And finally a wipe with a sterile pad concluded the stitching, accompanied by that wonderful laugh that Maggie has. Relief at another successful operation or the amusing sight she had just created? A bit of both probably. Maggie stood back to admire her craft work.

What a strange feeling. After all the time trying to keep my cock flaccid Maggie turned on the electrics and added a final touch of seasonal vegetation. A sprig of new growth, fresh, green nettles. About a year ago I had commented how I tried to avoid fresh shoots as they are the most potent. No chance this time as she stroked what remained of my ball sac with the sweet young thing and then fixed the twig neatly in place between the sutures.

I wanted an erection; my body said 'get your cock up' but the stitching said otherwise. My cock and balls were so firmly stitched up I could feel a quick throb and then my cock subsided. No pain at all. Maggie had done an expert job with the sutures, but boy was I frustrated. Maggie has finally completely tamed and controlled her slaves cock. I had never felt so owned or so perfectly content in my life.

Not everything in the garden was rosy. All this time, the soapy enema had been gurgling away. It was fine when I was lying on the couch but when Maggie said it was time for the toilet, I carefully sat up and the weight of two plus litres moved downwards and I did then need the loo. I still couldn’t see the full extent of my CGT, so it wasn't the visual impact that made me want to crap myself. Maggie manoeuvred me over the toilet pan and removed the plug, and . . . for the second time in two sessions I really caused my Mistress concern. Last time I choked as I was drinking, this time I think Mistress would have choked if she hadn't moved. What a stink! I felt more anxiety that I had subjected Mistress to such farmyardy smells. I definitely think Mistress would have benefited from wearing one of her gas masks; I know I would, as a horrible lungful of pong was creeping its way up my breathing tubes. I really must change my diet!

Needless to say, I was told to clean up any mess before Maggie would even consider removing the stitches. An interesting thing about having your cock and balls 'removed’. It doesn't stop you from peeing, although you do need to be seated as aiming is somewhat difficult - and as for writing your name in the snow, forget it.

After I’d thoroughly cleaned the bathroom, Mistress relented and said she would remove the stitches. Each one was carefully snipped, removed and consigned to the bin. A thorough clean with the antiseptic wipes, a final suture check and I was pronounced fit for release. The medical suit was removed in the playroom and I must admit to a feeling of satisfaction as I had once again brought a smile to Maggie's face.

Any unpleasant after effects? None at all. I do have a huge smile writing this blog though.

Painful? A little, but only occasionally and certainly bearable.

Exciting? Oh yes. Mistress once again proved she has total control over her slave.

Would I repeat it? Of course but only if Maggie wants more practise or has the urge for a stitch-up.

Did I enjoy it? Of course. It made Maggie happy and it was another new experience under my belt!

Absolutely Rubbery

In contrast to my previous session where I was at a loss as to the direction it may take, today's calling note from Mistress Maggie was quite explicit . . . A session based on your favourite material awaits you, and a summery latex Dominatrix will be leading the way. Your fetish for latex will be tested; I will be deciding the amount of latex you are allowed whilst noting the amount it takes to excite you. My bet is that it only takes a little latex slither to put a big smile on your face. . . The exact route down the highways and byways of the Playroom were still left to my imagination but the final destination was clear. Maggie's slave would once more be transformed into her rubber plaything. I walked the short distance from my car, proudly wearing my slave collar, already with a smile on my lips. The sun was shining, the weather warm and I knew I was in for a rubbery and warm treat today. Mistress does like to spoil her slaves at times and that always puts a smile on my face.

True to her word (as always), Maggie greeted me in her black latex bra and skimpy panties; most summery and of course cool for Mistress, the end of her crop poked a couple of inches round the opening front door, and that quiet and sensual welcoming voice 'Come on in slave' ushered me inside. In an instant, a leash was attached to my collar and I was given a frisking by Mistress. I detected a slight note of disapproval as she discovered I was not wearing any rubber underneath, accompanied by a comment,’Some rubber fetishist you are’. I love to arrive in as much rubber as I can, but today circumstances had prevented it. I was then led up the stairway on a very short leash, very difficult to maintain any space between myself and my Goddess as she pulled on my slave collar for me to hurry up.

Maggie confirmed the outline of the session. Rubber, rubber and if Maggie feels like it, even more rubber. To start I was dispatched to the bathroom with instruction to return in my rubber opera gloves and socks, on leaving the room I noticed a white towel strategically placed over the top of the Playroom door. Was this going to be a surprise? Did it hide some sinister device that Maggie would magically produce half way through the session? I didn't ask. It wasn't my place to question and I trotted off to return as instructed bringing my butt plug. Maggie was wearing one of her many pairs of black patent shoes that seriously limited the range that I could worship. No chance of getting past the ankles then, but I did manage to stray an inch or so onto her instep. That has given me a positive reaction in the past with a long slow lick and kiss of the instep, but it does leave my backside very vulnerable as Maggie teasingly runs her crop backwards and forwards over my very exposed crack and cheeks, but I do find Maggie's feet oh so attractive.

Without further ado, I felt a finger slip into the back of my collar and I was guided to the rubber covered bondage bed in the centre of the Playroom. Kneeling by the side with my head and chest on the bed the implied 'stay' command was evident, so stay I did. After a couple of movements behind me Maggie sat comfortably astride my back, I could feel the warmth of her thighs and the thin rubber of her pants as she settled down, and felt the cool dribble of lube as it slipped down the valley between my cheeks. This was a new way of inserting my butt plug. A little gentle massage, a few rubber gloved finger insertions then my plug was inserted - no problems despite the unusual orientation. Maggie really knows how to insert a butt plug.

'Not enough rubber' was Maggie's comment. I wonder if that is in Mistresses rule book? I don't think so but I do know Rule 4   – The slave cannot possibly know all the rules. I was dispatched to retrieve my catsuit and waddled off with my newly inserted anal friend letting me know I was stuffed. The ambiance of the Playroom was enhanced with some relaxing yet strangely exciting mood music that Maggie had selected on her mp3 player. I meant to ask what it was but I was too busy being fitted in my catsuit and snugly fitting anatomical hood. I do like it when Mistress inserts me into the cat-suit; one of those really sensual moments. Once rubbered, Mistress lay me down on the low padded bench and I was securely roped in place. Thoughtful as ever, Maggie retrieved the latex covered cushion from the bondage bed and gently raised my head and placed the pillow under my neck.

Maggie looked down from above and wagered that she could now get me salivating with only a small amount of latex 'in the right place’. Slowly and deliberately she lowered her latex covered panties onto my latex covered head. Absolutely right in her assessment. A very thin layer of latex strategically covering Mistress had me drooling and dribbling, as in between the frequent gasps for air I attempted to lick and kiss that very intimate of garments. I ended up with '. . . a big smile on your face.' I really do appreciate being used as Mistresses rubber toy; an experience everyone should try. The only bit of me left exposed was cock and balls that Maggie had extracted through the crotch zip. I could feel myself pulsating to the rhythm not only of the music but Maggie as she moved into various positions across my face.

Tiring of this, or perhaps it was Maggie's caring sharing nature, she had me fitted with the opaque hood. I have experienced this before and I knew I was in for some very welcome fluid intake. I could only distinguish golden coloured shadows through the hood but I detected Mistress had returned wearing her piss pants and connected the tube to the mouth piece, the tap turned on and I began to enjoy a good feed, a gentle swallow then a breath, swallow then a breath, until I lost my rhythm and Maggie’s pee went up my nostrils. But it was Maggie who suffered the worst. What a stupid slave I then became. In my panic I blew into the tube, my drink was diverted back into Maggie’s piss pants, it cascaded down her legs and collected in her shoes. Maggie had the hood off in an instant but I was really ashamed because I could see anxiety in her face that no slave should inflict on their Mistress. It took a few moments to release the ropes then I got a real ear blasting.

‘You stupid slave. Look at all that drink you have wasted. Toilet NOW, so I can relieve myself.’ (Not the exact phrase but I certainly got the sentiment.) So I was dragged off to the toilet, finger through collar and instructed to lick clean Mistresses legs and feet as she relieved herself on a more useful loo. I certainly wasn't going to grumble at that outcome. It was one of those unforgettable and relaxed moments that a slave occasionally receives from Mistress, followed by instruction to scrub up the mess I’d made and take a good spanking with a hairbrush. That was a little less memorable!

'More rubber slave.' Out came the butt plug and in went an inflatable rubber plug with added dimensions. Several pumps later, plus a quick tug to make sure it was not coming out and its vibrator was turned on and left whilst Mistress helped me into her full length body suit. I now had on gloves, socks, thick rubber catsuit and the thick rubber enclosure suit, all strapped tightly round my already rubbery body with stout leather bondage straps. I was eased onto the bondage bed and Maggie set to work on my cock and balls after first teasing the pump and wires for the vibrator through the strategically placed hole in the sack. Maggie really does think of everything. Topping off her rubber bagged slave with a rubber inflatable helmet; mouth hole only, therefore totally blind.

'More rubber slave.' This was not a question as Maggie first attached electrodes and secured them in place with a condom; very effective at preventing accidents to the circuitry. Then the heavy rubber sheath and ball sack were attached, effectively sealing her slave in multiple layers of rubber. I heard through the pumping up of the hood that it was her intention to make me squirm, and would set the electrics to program 2 with eight taps of the level button. Maggie had said at the outset that she intended to determine '. . . the amount it takes to excite you. . . '  Well I can report that it didn't take very long at all: with the stimulating electrics, vibrating inflated butt-plug and all that rubber it was all too quick to get this slave squirming with excitement. I tried really hard not to embarrass myself but had absolutely no control as I was electrically milked.

As any slave knows you are there for your Mistresses pleasure, not your own and Maggie was still getting enjoyment from her rubber plaything. I took a few more pumps at both ends and then felt a little jiggling as the nipple zips were pulled open and both my nipples were left exposed. Maggie treated her slave to having my nipples alternately sucked, pinched, nibbled and tongue teased. I was starting to get erect again. I really will try and master that art because the little swelling in my cock did seem to amuse Maggie.

Was that it? Had Mistress finally had her enjoyment from her rubber plaything when she removed the rubber helmet to replace it with a blindfold? I was left to stew in my juices but was still receiving stimuli from the flowing vibrations and electro-pulses.

Mistress had not quite finished with her slave. Yet more rubber. When Maggie removed the blindfold I was greeted by the stunning sight of Mistress in her long black rubber trench-coat. Simply outstanding. I have had the privilege to accompany Maggie on one of our all too rare shopping trips with her wearing this stunning outfit and it certainly turns heads. However, on this occasion the only garment it covered was the thin black latex band. I caught a last brief glimpse of that as Maggie took a seat on my face again, later covering me with the slippery rubber bed sheet, and still in her mack she slithered on my rubber covered body to complete her own session objectives. Mistress knows that her slave is a truly devoted rubber lover and what it takes to push me over the top, but most of all she knows her slave is owned by her and not the rubber.

Oh yes, I finally did ask Maggie what was the significance of the white towel on the Playroom door? Nothing sinister at all and purely to reduce red reflection from the camera flash. You can read too much into some things. Mistress does think of everything.