Mistress required me to don a few extra items to complete my uniform for the day. Firstly, the heavy weight leather harness with the 3" ring that sits behind cock and balls, my zipped latex gloves, and a rubber hood that Maggie chose from her new dark wood storage chest.
Oh yes, and lets not forget the set of smiley lips as Mistress likes her slaves smiling at all times!
I was ordered over Mistresses knee to work off a few de-merits I had incurred by being tardy with my last Flickr pics. It is hugely enjoyable to be face down on her lap with her strap-on sword fighting with my own, by now quite erect blade, as a good spanking was administered from her studded leather strap on my bare cheeks. I could wriggle on her clear latex leggings, grind a little on her upturned knees and I could even get a good view of her black nurse themed boots. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her magnificent bare breasts that had been so tantalisingly exposed when I arrived, but my red latex lips kept smiling.
A short crawl into the Clinic and up onto the gynae couch, I was instructed to position my bum over the end and make my calves comfortable in the raised stirrups, where legs were tightly strapped and wrists rather less tightly cuffed to the couch frame. Maggie decided that I would be given the pleasure of testing the MEO balls next. They proved a little awkward to install in my lying position with the harness strapped tightly across my butt, but finally both balls were pushed home and paired with two large electrodes that she'd clamped round my pole. In fact you might say I now had a bi-polar pole, and then again you might not! With all the electrastim wired to the right places Maggie was satisfied we could move to the main Clinic event; giving my balls 700ml of saline.
On went the electrics. I’d quietly hinted at trying program five, but Maggie thought program five was altogether far too boring so after a while she generously switched to program nine, gradually raising the level on each channel to 26. A strange sensation with most of the stimulus around the crown of the shaft, but every now and then I felt sensations deep inside my anal passage. A very interesting sensation indeed. It kept Maggie amused as I aided the distribution of the infusing saline by dancing my hips around to the P9 pulse, and she kept feeling her growing balls. Like last time, I couldn’t really tell that my balls were ballooning in size. Certainly no unpleasant feelings, and I really liked the attention they were receiving from their owner.
After 250ml from each bag, Maggie replaced the empties and smiled as a further 100ml from each new bag was allowed to drip into my, by now, quite large scrotum. Mistress seemed very pleased with the size of her balls, the electrics were removed and I was about to become even more intimately acquainted with the strap-on that had been waving incongruously at me from the moment the Chambers door was opened. Lubed up, the strap-on went in very easily, full length and absolutely no problem, like a rat up the proverbial drain-pipe. I wonder if my hugely inflated balls affected Maggie's enjoyment? It certainly enhanced mine as the dildo was repeatedly thrust in to its maximum and clattered against my saline filled sack. This time I didn't need the smiley mask.
Back in the Playroom I was asked to kneel before my Mistress. She fitted me with a leather muzzle, making sure the straps were pulled extra tight, and an iron neck collar was locked in place with a heavy padlock. I stood enabling chains to be added, attaching collar to the corners of the overhead gantry, followed by my wrists receiving similar chains. I couldn't see much, but I could hear lots of rattling which turned out to be an adjustable spreader bar. Maggie roped the iron bar at ankles and next thing I was being impaled with a dildo, I could feel the bar being inserted into my well used and still well lubed backside; adjusted so as not to fall out no matter what and loose enough for me to bend legs and push it in further; knees bend, arm stretch ra ra ra!
Without further ado, Mistress belted a sturdy serving tray around my body, another of her DIY projects I think, chains were used to hook it onto my neck collar and keep it level. Mistresses tea was deposited for safe keeping squarely on the tray. I could barely see the tray, but it buggered up the knee bending 'exercises’, because the tray tilted with every move and I was in danger of spilling its contents. There was nothing to do except stay bolt upright and rigid like a piece of furniture.
Maggie settled back onto the Playroom bed and opened a paperback book. I did have a good view of her as she lay there casually reading, turning the pages, the lovely sound of rubber on rubber whenever she shifted on the bed, whilst I stood there rigid and happy to hold the tray steady. A couple of chapters later and Maggie was obviously feeling hungry, she closed her book and stood up, one by one all my securing chains were stripped away leaving my arms free. I was to take charge of the tray and serve Mistress her tea.
Initially I had to rely on Maggie's instruction to get it right; back a bit, left side up a bit, to keep the tray roughly level as I fumbled for the plate of sandwiches. I could see enough to remove the clingfilm and watched as Maggie enjoyed her meal.
Unlike Maggie's normal obsession with cleanliness, she allowed two smears of cream to land on her breasts. Well more precisely, Mistress took a dollop from the strawberry bowl and smeared the cream in the most suggestive manner across the top of each breast with the back of her spoon. Oh the frustration. Nothing I could do and I knew nothing I would do until instructed otherwise, and in any event I was muzzled and had to hold the tray firm. So I did what any good slave should do, stood to attention and just looked on, waiting my next instruction.
In rapid succession the tray was unchained, I was unmuzzled and told in no uncertain terms that I was a bad slave to allow Mistress to have cream in the wrong places and was told to clean up the area immediately. Oh did I clean up the affected areas. I have never consumed cream from such fine alabaster as Mistresses breasts. Smooth, firm and incredibly tasty. That was one cleaning job that I really did not want to end, but I am proud to say that I think I did a really good job removing every morsell of that cream.
Session time was coming to a close, but Mistress did not let me go without taking a last look and feel at her HUGE balls again. I was allowed a few moments relaxation on the latex bed while Maggie checked my new inflated measurements. 13.5 inches circumference today.
Undressing was a tad troublesome: the harness first, then off came the shorts, hood and tee-shirt. Ah yes, back to that 3" cock ring. Mistress had said that it may be interesting getting it off with my balls inflated, and it was. Quite a squeeze getting my huge balls through it, in fact Maggie detached the ring from the harness and suggested I take it home and remove it when my balls had shrunk back to normal. However, with a lot of gentle easing I did manage to remove the ring before leaving the chambers, so it’s been cleaned and safely returned to the harness.
Where to next? We are approaching our 100th session and we agreed that Mistress Maggie will give an infusion of 1 litre in that session. If you have followed the blog you will know that I have been Maggie’s guinea pig for this procedure and the build up has been gradual, 250ml, 450ml and today 700ml. So I know 1 litre will be fine, but that should provide the biggest set of dogs bollocks Mistress has ever handled. I hope Maggie is as excited as I am as she will own balls the size of a small football. As to my audition as serving tray, much more practise is required and watch this space.
Footnote:- By Sunday night Maggie's cock and balls were virtually back to normal. All the saline had been absorbed and you would never know that her balls had been so hugely inflated as I stroke the deflated sack and look forward to the litre infusion.
