Hard Session in the Playroom

Every now and then Mistress Maggie designs a session that really tests her slaves resilience and staying power. Individual exercises can look innocuous, but when you string them together, you get a real work out. Today's session was just that. I was knackered towards the end of my exercises to the extent that Maggie enquired if I was all right. Oh yes. I might have looked clapped out but emotionally and mentally I was right there, and the feeling after the ordeal was one of inner peace and adoration for the perfect Mistress.

The calling mail totally confused me '. . . I am looking forward to climbing into some rubber too and engaging in more than a spot of titillation, while I dominate your erogenous zones you have a more simpler job of keeping a lookout for Mistress. . .' I spent quite a lot of the 24 hours between mail and session trying to work out Maggie's thinking and how best I could help my Mistress have a happy session. I eventually gave up because I knew that whatever Maggie was planning would inevitably have hidden surprises and new experiences.

Mistress sat relaxed on her throne as I conducted worship of her already shining shoes, with my backside ominously in the air and well within range of Maggie’s extended crop, which she occasionally flicked at me, not enough to cause pain, just enough to tease and excite. ’On your back now slave’ I was ordered onto my back with with my head looking up at Maggie's gorgeous thighs; a position that brought my nipples in play range of the long stiletto heels that I had been worshipping, and that is just what Mistress proceeded to do. Gently placing each heel in turn on those most sensitive of nipple spots, wriggling her heel tips in and applying more and more tenderising pressure. That really started to take my breath away, but not as much as my fabulous view. I was able to gaze at the back of the most anatomically perfect pair of thighs that you could wish

for, the very tops being teasingly covered by Maggie's black latex mini dress and the sheerest pair of tan tights. The intense pain didn't seem too bad as occasionally I caught a glimpse of my smiling Mistress through that little v-shaped gap at the top of that perfect matched pair of legs. At last, Maggie once again sat cross-legged and satisfied, my nipples were already tender and I was prepared for anything Maggie wished of me.

What a magical change in sensations as Maggie now helped me into some heavy-weight latex. I get the impression that it’s not just me that gets pleasure from this activity as I am squeezed, pulled pushed and coaxed into my catsuit, then hung up by the rafter ring for latex polishing. Gag to reduce moans, blindfold to stop spray and Mistress is perfectly happy for 10 minutes or so polishing, teasing, stroking and generally fussing over her rubbered slave. And me? - I’m naturally more than happy as the soft cloth moves over my latex skin and even softer hands get to places cloths and hands don't normally polish. I love this activity, and fortunately for me it is a regular and very welcome part of my training.

So far my session seemed to involve a lot of changing sensations, and the next one included the novel application of the Playroom stocks. I have experienced this item before and it is bloody heavy! Today they were hung from the overhead gantry by four stout chains. Seated on the low punishment bench I had my legs hitched to a spreader bar, head clamped in the stocks, wrists strapped to the eyelets, and the whole lot gradually lifted until I was truly stretched with my chin firmly in the grips of the padded neck hole.

It's clear that it was intended to be a challenging bondage position, and I definitely was not comfortable. I should have mentioned it to Mistress there and then, Maggie does not compromise on mercy when it counts, and a little adjustment would have made all the difference. But I was so eager to please Mistress that I ignored my nagging discomfort. It had also dawned on me that the stocks were now in a perfect position to act as a platform for Maggie to sit on, with her stockinged covered private parts only inches, or even millimetres from my pinioned mouth if she chose, and I selfishly did not want to miss out on an experience like that. So I said nothing.

Then out came the huge roll of playroom clingfilm, not on its own, Mistress was carrying it! A roll of that heavy weight industrial type that hisses as it leaves the roll. Maggie peeled off a three foot length but the wrap was not playing. It wafted up and instead of attaching round my head, attached itself firmly to Maggie's latex gloves. Unperturbed, off came the gloves, another piece hissed off the roll and this time 'take a deep breath slave’, a single layer was pulled tightly over my features and secured at the back. I was securely head wrapped. Mistress stood back, looked at her plasticised slave and smiled, I tried to reciprocate but my lips were now rendered immobile. Mistress moved her fingertips across the squeaky plastic before poking one of her sharp finger nails through my mouth covering. I was able to sit there as Maggie started to tease me once more, standing on the bench moving her hips tantalisingly close to my freed mouth, but the wall of the stocks maintained just that right, frustrating out of bounds distance to prevent me from accessing that tights covered area that a slave can only dream about.

Then it happened and oh what a useless, stupid slave I was. The legs cramped, hip joints started creaking and I had to beg release. Bother and damn, just when this was getting extremely interesting and another new experience about to be delivered. Maggie, attuned to her slaves wellbeing removed the stocks and told me to do what I had to do to make the cramp go away. I knew that I had spoiled what could have been a great scene, disappointed Mistress and boy had I disappointed myself!

Oh well, it was back to the tried and tested method for Maggie and out came the plastic bag. I must say, as I struggle for air, I can gaze at Mistress and know that she is enjoying herself. If I'm lucky I get the occasional brush of lips through the plastic, and I always try that little bit harder to last that little bit longer before begging for air.

Not to be denied more of her own fun, Maggie fitted me into the full rubber System mask with inflatable gag included. You may recall that last time, I managed 5 minutes before asking for release. This time, Maggie had cleverly modified the zip to give an extra centimetre or so to her mask, and it fitted like a glove. Snug, comfortable and those 5 minutes could easily be extended to 5 hours, it was that comfortable. However five hours was ruled out by Maggie attaching two nipple clamps with weights suspended over the gantry, I was once more forced to sit very erect and upright and Mistress appeared happy that her slave was going to experience some serious nippling.

Mistresses imagination really has no bounds as she tormented me, floating in and out of my limited vision, giving the weights a tug, or setting the suspension frame swaying as she stood on the low bench right in front of my goggled eyes taunting her slave. Maggie also occasionally used a feather on my now very sensitive nipples. Those innocuous little clamps were making their presence felt, I almost screamed as the feather gently caressed my over sensitive nips. I didn't though, as the gag reminded me to be silent and I had already created too much disappointment today.

Mistress then began adding breathing tubes to the front of my mask, the two corrugated tubes were carefully screwed into position, at their tip a small perforated dildo. That wasn't going to be used on me as I remained seated, but Maggie had somewhere suitable to put it and sensually lubed the little invader, then lubed herself and proceeded to frequently stop me breathing. The heady mix of pain, panting and pleasure went on for a while, as the little rubber pleasurer was gently nested right in front of her goggle eyed slave. Oh I do love that system mask and the results a little black rubber attachment can achieve on Mistress, in the right hands of course.

By this time, I was warming up inside the heavy suit, and once the system mask had been stripped away Mistress insisted that I would take her for a ride round her property, so things got even hotter. Maggie, thoughtful as ever, insisted I don a pair of Playroom knee pads, jumped on my back and 'encouraged' me to walk on. She kept on referring to me as Mr Ed and singing something along the lines of  'A horse is a horse of course, of course and no one can talk to a horse of course. . .'  Mistress does have an eclectic choice of songs in her repertoire! I know with my ample girth that Maggie's legs and thighs would stick out and when we arrived at doorways I was straining every sinew to make sure I didn't damage my very valuable rider. 

Four doorways, a walk round the upper floors of the estate and by the time we returned to the Playroom, I was gasping and grunting like Delaney's Donkey. Had I been a proper horse, a trip to the knackers yard would have been called for, as it was, Maggie reminded me what a useless slave I can be at times and ordered me to ‘dip’ so she could dismount gracefully.

I was then led through to the Clinic for a little 'help' with my recovery. I was fitted with another gas mask now and the ‘help' came in the form of an electro butt plug, my trusty black plug was eased out and the electro plug pushed in, all wired up to appropriately placed cock electrodes, the whole lot attached to Maggie's little black box and an appropriate rhythm programmed. There was a smile in Maggie's voice as she stood back to admire her handy work, then instructed me to carefully dismount from the couch and return to the Playroom.

This was another new experience. I have received e-stim and thoroughly enjoyed the stationary sensations but I have never experienced walking and moving around with a bipolar e-stim throbbing away between my legs. Mistress would carry the box and guide the wires, I just had to waddle through and make sure I didn't snag anything and constantly feed back to Mistress that 'Yes I am still receiiiiiiiving the signalllllllls!’

By now I was absolutely knackered. The nipple torture had affected me more than in the past and coupled with the physical exertions of being hung up, sat on, ridden round the establishment and now my cock and balls dancing to their own tune, I knew I was approaching my physical limits. Maggie knew this but also knew I was mentally still owned and ready for anything else she wished to do so long as it was a little less physical.

And altogether gentler it was and another change in the emotional status as she tucked me up in the big latex covered Playroom bed, limbs tethered with white rope to each corner. My electrics were still working as Maggie pulled her rubber gloves on, and her matching gasmask, and looking gorgeous in her rubber dress began slithering on top of her rubbered slave. An absolute treat for a rubber fetishist. If you look through my misted gas mask goggles you may be able to detect that inner peace that is achieved by a good physical and emotional workout. Had we had the time, I could have happily gone to sleep in the sure knowledge that I was safe in the hands of a friend and totally owned by the most exceptional Mistress.

When Mistress Maggie sent me the photos to accompany my blog she asked '. . . Truly though slave, I do hope that I didn’t totally wear you out on Friday. . .' . I was physically knackered, emotionally on a high and already ready to go back for more training, although I may need a couple more days for nipples to recover. Mistress I am yours to wear out as much as you want.

With my Little Stick of Blackpool Rock

Mistress Maggie had several tasks for her slave to perform during today's session.

1. Ensure Mistresses feet were well prepared for a visit to Blackpool
2. Reminder/instruction on my behaviour whilst out with Mistress
3. Chauffeur Mistress to Blackpool
4. Visit to her favourite shop, Saints and Sinners to browse and purchase new toy
5. Picnic on the North Pier
6. Buy some sticks of Blackpool rock 
7. Buy make up and lip gloss for an upcoming photo shoot.
8. On return to chambers, address any remedial actions as a result of any infractions

Straight to the Clinic to attend to Mistresses feet. Mistress climbed rather elegantly onto the gynae couch and for the first time in my limited experience, lay back and comfortably rested her booted feet in each stirrup. Maggie certainly knows which buttons to press to gain my attention as I removed each boot. How could I fail to notice that Mistress had nothing on under her short studded leather skirt. I tried not to smile as I manicured and pampered each foot in turn and made a conscious effort when chatting to Maggie to maintain eye contact and not to gaze at forbidden territory.

With the pedicure complete, Mistress smoothly dismounted and put on a pair of tights, and finally I was allowed to replace her boots, receiving good instruction on how to seat the heel correctly within the boot.

Returning to the playroom, I was told what behaviour Mistress would expect while out with her slave; carry bags, open doors, address her as Mistress except in inappropriate, public areas when Maggie would be acceptable, reserved speech etc. When Maggie was satisfied that I had received and understood her instructions we moved on to my physical preparations. Pants down, hands against the wall, a good dollop of lube had my butt-plug inserted like a rat up a drain-pipe and then a good cropping.

I had tallied up a fair amount of indiscretions by all accounts, and as the crop repeatedly struck my ass I again received a reminder; of the instructions for the trip; to appreciate that I’m a lucky slave and not to forget to say please and thank Mistress for her attentions; as punishment for poor worship of Mistress and punishment for carrying play items into the Playroom in a crinkly plastic supermarket bag. All in all, well deserving of the good cropping.

Note to other slaves: avoid this advice at your peril. Mistress does not do cheap plastic crinkly carrier bags!

Finally a tight leather cock strap was snapped round my erection. Hmm! I think I will stick out like a sore thumb accompanying Mistress. Nothing else then apart from pulling up my casual trousers. And off we went, picking up Maggie's black PVC coat on the way, as it was hit and miss whether Blackpool would see rain today.

The drive to Blackpool was uneventful although a little unnerving at times, as Maggie tapped her riding crop on the dashboard at each minor traffic infringement, both hands on the wheel, eyes not focused on the road etc, were all picked up by Mistress.

It took a while to park near Saints and Sinners but as we made our way to the shop, I was pleased that I had heeded Maggie's advice to wear something for rainy weather. Today ended up being bright sunshine but the wind in certain parts of Blackpool can cut through you like a knife. I was wearing my black latex tee-shirt under my 'ordinary' short-sleeved shirt and it is fantastic at preventing that biting wind from getting through to my body. Naturally I wear my slave collar whenever I am with my Mistress and the ladies in Saints and Sinners are very accommodating, nice and easy to talk to and nonchalant about Mistress arriving with a slave in tow; Mistress had warned me not to be too chatty. We ended up after much searching with the only black dildo in the whole shop that Maggie was happy with and a stainless pee through wand for me.

Parking up near North Pier we ventured across to have our picnic and possibly a coffee in the Pier end cafe. I naturally was carrying the camera and sandwich box and whetted my lips as the lid was lifted, the contents looked most inviting. They were - for Maggie at least.

I had my own item to eat as Maggie produced a sealed plastic bag from her lunchbox and told me the contents were my picnic. A very moist, champagne soaked pair of Maggie's pants. Quite a mouthful and certainly effective as a gag. I didn't mind, I love essence of Mistress. Maggie tormented me further by sensually eating her rather edible looking sandwiches. The few holiday makers nearby were oblivious that I was eating a pair of Mistresses used panties, but they may have chanced to see my slave collar and may have smiled as I got a slap whenever I stopped chewing. Did they think I had perhaps said or done something to upset my beautiful companion? I didn't care.

We then had a very pleasant coffee, which might have been uneventful except I am sure I saw the waitress staring at my collar as I bought and served coffee for Mistress. Maggie and I sat and chatted. Unfortunately for me, the coffee drowned the taste of Mistress and I was very conscious that my erection flared up every time I thought of Maggie in just her tights covering her private parts.

Three little sticks of Blackpool rock were bought as we walked to a well known chemist, Maggie occasionally feeling my shirt and the latex underneath as I extolled its virtue as a windbreak. In the space between the chemists floors as I closely followed Mistress on the up escalator, Maggie quietly and almost imperceptibly stuck her leather clad buttock in my face and whispered 'kiss it slave’. I would have loved to linger longer but knew not to embarrass my Mistress.

Having spent a little longer than Mistress had expected choosing the make up, we were late returning and the journey back to the Playroom had to be made in haste. I had had a superb outing with my Mistress and I don't think I let her down.

I found out who one of those little sticks of Blackpool rock was for as I was chained over the Playroom horse, my butt-plug, that I had worn for the whole trip, removed and the rock inserted where no rock should go. Sticky rock does hold an element of resistance as it travels back and forth up your asshole, and only when Maggie had finished fucking me with the candy was I presented with the opportunity to have a lick on it, as Maggie removed the rock and stuck it straight in my mouth before plastic bagging me.

I was told that lesser mortals required less air as she tightened her grip of the plastic around my neck.

My hands were shackled beneath the bench, I was chained to the bench so there was absolutely nothing to do apart from suffocate and plead with Mistress that I was probably better off with the odd breath, but I had to give Mistress a promise before being granted release - to sterilise and insert my new piss plug, make sure I cum with it in when I got home, and deliver photo evidence to Mistress before the chime of midnight. (and I did as I was told).

My final activity? Mistress thought I had behaved reasonably well and treated her chauffeur to a strap-on arse fuck. Not with the newer, bigger dildo purchased today, that would require a deep clean by Maggie before being set loose on her slaves, but the traditional black one I had taken before and handle quite well now. It is a strange sensation to be fucked whilst the sickly sweet  remnants of my Blackpool rock was still around my back passage. I wonder if it had Blackpool through the centre?

One thing is certain, sweet Blackpool rock does get very sticky when it has been up your arse and my thighs were sticking together on the journey home. Another thing certain is that my hard work in training does gives Maggie the confidence to take her slave out occasionally without me embarrassing her. That privilege is not granted easily and requires a lot of hard graft from the slave and even then an outing is not something to expect. It’s simple really, Maggie is in charge and what she says goes.

I hope I didn't let my Mistress down.