Chandeliering

Well, not exactly using a chandelier, but Mistress Maggie did have me swinging from the rafters in her Playroom; more of that later. I was instructed to bring my red catsuit and accessories for this session. The catsuit was left to warm in the Playroom, while I was sent to the bathroom to don the socks and gloves and return for mandatory worship. Today Mistress wore long shiny black boots and I immediately knelt before them to begin my homage with licks and kisses in the hope of also improving their shine. The rest of her outfit was latex; a pair of black latex briefs, stockings and a revealing top that showed a lot of her excellent midriff and even more of her stunning bosom.

Because of the longish break since our last session, Mistress insisted on giving her property the once over to check that hair removal was comprehensive and complete.

I invest a lot of time before my sessions using Veet to remove body hair, everywhere below the chin seems the best bet for achieving the clean and presentable look that Mistress prefers in a slave, first though a nice latex hood.

It was quite a lengthy hair inspection. Everything was going fine as Mistress shone her bright flexi-light over my body and underarms, then Disaster!

Mistress found a hair on my right nipple and decided to pull it off. Yes my nipple, not the hair. I stood the excruciating pain up to the point where I really was begging forgiveness, then Maggie ordered me face down on the bed where her torchlight investigations continued on my ass crack.

What a relief there. Not a hair in sight. Boy was I relieved as a similar squeeze to bollocks would really have had me begging.

Inspection over, I was to bend over the bondage bed where Maggie straddled my back, oiled my bum hole and inserted my butt-plug, and even more rubber for me as Mistress helped me into my red catsuit. I really do enjoy both these activities. You get to feel the warmth of your Mistress through her latex as she sits on you and you receive the most sensual feelings as she strokes and cleans the suit. I digress. . .

It hadn’t escaped my attention that the Playroom had been re-arranged. A stout leather harness was hanging by chains from the overhead suspension unit, and Mistress took a little time acquainting me with it, telling me that it would be used to hold me at various heights in a horizontal position from the gantry.

I eased under the frame whilst Mistress fastens me into the harness then lean back and let the harness take your weight whilst keeping your feet on the ground.

Next you need to trust both your Mistress and the harness supports. Maggie raised and secured first one leg then the other to the suspension gantry. I was then flying and that's where I thought of chandelier shenanigans.

For anyone who is fortunate to find yourself in this situation with Maggie, trust her implicitly, she is an expert and knows what she is doing, I do.

Mistress is a definite tease as she firstly inspected my cock for size and fitness then gently stroked it, my balls and anywhere else that took her fancy with a feather. Very gentle and very stimulating and I think Mistress was pleased with the end result, saying ’okay, now I have somewhere to stick my electrodes’. She then took a comfortable seat on my suspended rubber face and set the gantry into a slow swinging motion, my airways were repeatedly closed off by her rubber shorts, and Mistress knows too well that as long as I am struggling for air my cock will remain hard.

The time arrived for me to be hoisted higher. Left hand cable lifted, then right hand until Maggie was satisfied that it was exactly the right height for her to mount her slave. Each time the suspension was altered, the chains to the harness remained very secure but the chains on the legs slid downhill. As you might expect from such an experienced Mistress, this movement was planned to allow adjustment to my legs, but it was still funny as Maggie announced 'Soon have you level and balanced ' and did a lot of laughing.

Before removing my plug and thrusting deeply inside her slave, Mistress came round to my head so I could get a good view of the dildo about to be used up my bum. Having it forced into my mouth gave me a good taste of it as well. Imagine my surprise when Maggie handed me the camera. I was gobsmacked and somewhat startled until I was instructed to capture what was going to be up my rear. Thanks for the opportunity and it has produced a photo of a special Mistress from a special and unusual angle.

This has to be the best position Maggie has used to mount me. The height was just right, and just the right freedom in my legs to attempt to grab my Mistress round her waist as she pounded my bum and the suspension frame was certainly rocking as I tried to match Maggie's thrusts.

Enough of pleasuring her slave, it was time for Maggie to have some pleasure of her own. She filled the empty void left by her strap-on with an egg electrode before having her own fun. I have often remarked that I sometimes worry at Mistresses sense of humour as she said she didn't want the egg to hatch! Anyway, Maggie floated round to my head and I was fitted into the red rubber hood, which had a special perforated dildo attached to the breathing valve. I knew exactly where that was going.

Mistress adjusted the gantry again; left end down, both legs slide left, right end to level and I slide my legs back to the centre. As Maggie appeared at the periphery of my vision, I saw her removing those sexy black latex panties and Mistress mounted my face. First facing forward then with her bum-cheeks in my vision. Although the small windows of the mask give only limited vision, it was sufficient for one very eager slave to get a good view of Maggie easing her way onto her dildo, right in front of my eyes. My task to maintain the best angle for the dildo for Maggie's pleasure. Christmas has come early for this slave.

I heard one or two noises coming from Maggie that afternoon and afterwards she told me ... 'Must remember to raise you a little bit higher next time I ride on your dildo face slave, less work pleasuring myself.' As a slave with very little brain I dream that I may be fortunate enough to benefit from this activity again, but realise it could equally refer to another slave in a similar position.

Either scenario is good because it means Mistress is going to get more pleasure, more easily the next time.

The perspective of the photo belies the fact I was swinging free approximately two feet (60.96cm) above the Playroom floor and rocking to my Mistresses movements.

After what I considered far too short a time helping my Mistress pleasure herself on my face, it all changed. Maggie, with a smile on her face, sauntered round to fix a couple more electrodes to complete the circuits ready for some electroplay. One in the end of my cock, and once she had found and captured them, one round my balls. Maggie always finds it amusing trying to capture both balls; they seem to have an escape plan all of their own. Perhaps they could make a film about my bollocks; The Great Escape or Houdini perhaps. Apologies. Back to the blog.

It was then time to be released from the suspension harness. Mistress, as always, was very careful of her slaves welfare when getting my feet back on the ground. My only concern was that Mistress would not bang her head on the heavy metal gantry. I clucked and fussed like an old hen and I wondered if that hidden egg was actually being incubated?

Although I had loved the swinging suspension, it was nice to be guided onto the bed and told to relax on my back where the red gas mask was replaced by the more usual black latex hood. White rope being used to make her slave almost immobile and totally at her mercy. Perhaps mercy is not the right phrase here, although Mistress does have a wonderfully caring streak that is allowed to surface occasionally as well as her alternative sadistic side.

Anyway, whatever mood Maggie is in, I willingly accept everything she wants to do. On this occasion she had arranged a most unusual electric sensation, and for the first time I got a real buzz at the base of my spine as well as cock and balls. It must have been the anal egg electrode that was actually starting to hatch.

Maggie blindfolded me and strapped an anaesthetic mask over my mask holes, sealing me into my rubber, but I knew by the extra dangling tube that she was going to share the breathing bag with her slave. When this happens I try to breathe in on Maggie's exhale so she can draw in the sweeter air.

All the while the electrics were working away, the delightful sound effects of the re breather filling my ears, plus Maggie's close proximity, and this time I just couldn’t wait for the authority and embarrassed myself. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? On this evidence it was definitely the slave. More training in self control required.

Thank you Mistress for yet more memorable and new experiences. You certainly are the best in the West (and North and . . .) what a sycophant!

A final 'new' surprise was Maggie's new hair style that you can just glimpse in one of the photos. There are some far better and clearer pictures of her new style on her Flickr account. For anyone visiting Mistress I have been personally assured that, yes it is real, yes it is her own hair, no it’s not a wig - and yes it looks absolutely stunning and really suits Mistress Maggie.