No, nothing to do with Payment Protection Insurance, but a title that came to mind following something Mistress Maggie said to me; she had called me a Pee Powered Individual. But before we flow into that area I was really concerned that Mistress Maggie may be tired of her faithful but ageing slave and may cast me aside into that abyss which is Room 101, never again to worship my Mistress. All I could do to prevent this catastrophe was to promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asked, immediately and without question.
Today, I was to bring all my red rubber fetish clothes. I had even taken the liberty of arriving in my nice pair of red shorts. I’m getting more bold with wearing rubber, it is now quite common for me to wear either my red, black or smoky black shorts under my everyday clothes - apologies, I digress. Divested of my outer garments and naked except for latex gloves and socks I was reminded of my submissive position, I returned to the Playroom where I lay prostrate on the floor and proceeded to clean, tongue polish and generally worship Mistresses slingback patent shoes.
Maggie was guiding my efforts with the tip of her riding crop and I knew any infractions would earn an immediate crack, but her crop did not need to be deployed in anger as Maggie has trained me well, her slave must attend to her shoes until she is satisfied, which can be quite a feat when Maggie is in her figure hugging black latex catsuit which always drives me to distraction.
With the help of a little powder I was slipping into the red catsuit. Once on, I was to stand and bend over the Playroom throne with my legs apart. Mistress opened my crotch zip, donned yet another pair of safety gloves and slipped her finger into my bum. More lubrication and the same again, her finger moving slowly in and out and round about, my excited passage feeling quite relaxed and very willing to take my little anal friend and the butt-plug was soon pushed into place and zipped snugly out of sight.
Mistress seated herself on the black rubber bed, beckoned me over and described how she would like me to worship her latex curves, a privilege that would keep me busy for some length of time, and she said I would clearly benefit from a lesson in managing without air. Out came a large plastic bag, pulled over my face and gathered tightly round my neck until I had had my lesson and was gasping for breaths, pleading with Mistress for air.
Mistress discarded the bag and relaxed on the bed, first on her back then on her front, and I was instructed to lick, kiss and caress every part of her black latex second skin. With my earlier reservations about remaining a useful slave still in the back of my mind I set about doing exactly what Maggie wished. My licks and kisses started at the top, making their way over Maggie’s latex covered breasts and down to her stomach, she used her arms and legs to draw me in as I continued to massage her latex with my tongue. Up and down and back up each of her superbly formed legs as Mistress gracefully positioned them for my best attention.
I think I was making a little progress easing Mistresses tensions, as every now and then Maggie would give an involuntary twitch, or an almost imperceptible sigh could be heard amongst the noisy sounds of rubber rubbing on rubber. Then suddenly Mistress told me to move aside so she could stand up. At times like this I am to freeze, remaining exactly where I am until told otherwise, although I was sorely tempted to turn towards the sounds of my Mistress in her latex, who had made her way through the door and was now returning with an item from the Clinic. ‘Hold this for me slave’, she said handing me the yellow enema bag. Maggie carefully unzipped her crotch zip and used the bag to catch the contents of her full bladder. I watched and listened to the music of the softly tinkling fluid as it was guided into the receptacle, and I could just sense essence of Mistress with a hint of rubber as I smiled inwardly thinking I may get a taste of the bags contents later.
There was a temporary adjournment as Maggie returned to the Clinic taking the bag and its contents with her, then back on the bed and back to the rubbery delight of licking, cleaning and caressing those oh so perfect thighs. Maggie turned over and I was finally able to make intimate contact with those glorious black globes that I so eagerly follow but daren't touch, up the stairs to the Playroom. Boy, was I in heaven for quite a while there. I did get the impression Maggie was enjoying herself; I knew I was, but of course we run to Maggie's time and it was time for a change and a little suspension.
The suspension frame was lowered from the ceiling and the heavy harness attached to the frame with stout chains. Mistress had her strapon pointing right at me, ‘OK, I will be making sure you are well stretched today, get ready to be raised to a good height for some anal abuse’. With a thoughtful touch she allowed me to wear a head harness, I was all strapped in and I was off flying with ankles chained to the other side of the frame. I just lay back and enjoyed being lifted to whatever height Mistress wanted me at. Note for the next time Mistress wants me in red latex; she did remark that it appears that whenever I am flying from her rafters I am always wearing my red catsuit. Perhaps it’s a red rubber flying suit? but I will check the blogs to see if that is the case.
What is the case is that Mistress was in a mood for giving her slave a good dildoing, and boy was it good. Long deep and powerful thrusts interspersed with short bursts of cock stimulation had me knee bending in the chain suspension to allow Mistress to penetrate even more deeply. I am sure I could feel the retaining ring of the dildo against my ass cheeks as it went all the way in. Mistress had me in a most vulnerable position, and over the course of the next hour or so she must have repeated this action about half a dozen times; fucking my ass each time she passed, whilst teasing my cock with occasional strokes and vibrations with a silver vibrator. Maggie gave her slave the best and longest riding that I have experienced and use of the frame and leather harness in this context is definitely one to recommend.
At one point I could feel Mistress inserting something into my cock. It had been a long time since Mistress had treated me to this pleasurable sensation and I wasn't sure if it was an electrode or one of her many sounds. Whatever it was, it was a most pleasant sensation. When Maggie next left the room I couldn’t help but have a little feel and discovered it was a sound, but as I was gently massaging my swollen member it dropped out. I pleaded ignorance when Maggie returned and mumbled, 'It just dropped out’. I suspect if Maggie reads this it might just drop right back in there but held a little more securely!. Fortunately it was tethered and the red rope stopped it from clattering to the floor. Maggie just stuck it back in my cock hole and started fucking me again, as the suspension moved to and fro with her thrusts, the metal sound slid up and down my urethral passage.
Once Maggie was satisfied with her reaming, she set about soothing, cooling and filling my overheating arsehole. I received the second dose of PPI as the contents of the previously filled enema bag were wheeled into the Playroom on a drip stand and promptly fed into a very willing and receptive orifice. My ass must have been wide open as Mistress was pleasantly surprised at the speed the enema was infused. 'It's gone in already’, she said and an inflatable bung was deployed to keep it there. I wasn't surprised at all as in the past I have taken 2 litres from Mistress with little or no discomfort. As good as Mistress Maggie's pee reservoir is, I am sure it doesn't run to two litres. What I didn’t know is that I had more PPI surprises to come and there was more pee in reserve.
Mistress donned her rubber piss pants and allowed me a long slow warm drink. The nectar itself is a wonderful privilege granted by Mistress, but I was at the perfect angle to watch my drink being naturally dispensed into the 'holding tank' and then willingly gulp down my treat as the tap was slowly opened, to allow a little through at a time. Like a good PPI slave I relished every drop and am delighted to report that there were no spillages at all. I think Mistress was pleased with her delivery mechanism.
So pleased that she raised the frame again and changed her focus to the other end of her slave where she played with her cock. It felt engorged, very sensitive and the steel sound was still installed. Mistress manipulated the sound, playfully rubbing handfuls of lube along my cock, and you can guess the rest. Mistress certainly knows how to milk a slave when she chooses. My best efforts to restrain myself were to no avail because once Mistress has decided something, it happens. I am helpless and unable to resist anything my Mistress wants or does and I am definitely NOT complaining.
I am more relaxed about my future servitude and Mistress Maggie not wanting to immediately discard her property. I have achieved my wish not to be cast into room 101 and have been granted session 102. I know, I am a fortunate PPI slave.
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