Window of Opportunity

It is not often that I get the unexpected privilege of being able to receive training with Mistress Maggie twice within four days. But that particular window was well and truly opened, and I jumped. In our last session we had been shopping to Cathouse Clothing in Yorkshire and normally I would be a little depressed at the end of the session, waiting for my next opportunity to serve. I certainly would have been on this occasion as my next scheduled training was not for another four weeks. However, at the last moment, I was able to book an evening session the following Tuesday. Yet again Mistress was able to bring another new experience to her slave and I arrived at 20:00 for my first ever evening session.

Maggie had warned me when I requested the extra training that I would be the ideal play thing for further testing of her newly acquired humbler, but first I was to deep clean her black shiny over the knee boots. And by deep clean, she meant deep clean. Mistress was quite clear that a lot of my saliva would be required before she considered them washed. I generated as much as I could, moving my tongue with long, slow, very wet licks in my attempt to saturate every part of both boots. Mistress inspected them with a single finger, if she touched her boots with her finger and it came away dry, then her boots were not wet enough and I had to repeat the cleaning process again.

That amount of saliva took a lot of generating and kind as always, Mistress assisted with three full mouthfuls of her own spit deposited fairly and squarely in my eager open mouth, the first mouthful accompanied by a stern warning from Maggie. ‘Don't swallow fool, it’s meant to help with the cleaning’. And so I continued long and wet, up and down, all the while managing sly glances at Mistress in her superb rubber riding gear. Another final inspection of her boots and Mistress appeared satisfied with my efforts, I was then instructed to fetch a cloth from her bottom drawer and put it to use, giving the newly washed boots a good buffing and polish.

Meanwhile my personal butt plug was sitting looking harmless on the corner of the wooden cabinet, and I suspected that it would not be too long before it was disappearing up my arse. However, Mistress reminded me that in our last encounter when we had been shopping in Yorkshire my butt plug had been neglected; I’d had electric anal beads stuffed up my arse for the shopping trip instead, then when we returned Maggie had so effectively filled my arse with her Manhandler dildo. Anyway, today I ended up on my knees, face up tight to my own butt plug and offering my humblest apologies to the plug for 'deserting it in favour of bigger toys’. Not even a thank you from the plug as Mistress finally took it and slid it into its usual backdoor location, but I am just a simple slave, who should know my place and learn not to take my butt plug for granted.

Mistress is always thinking of her slaves well-being, and when I was instructed to put the knee pads on it did mean I would be on my knees for a considerable time!

OK, down to the humbler testing. Head down arse up in the centre of the rug and zip lowered on my latex shorts, balls gathered up with an old nylon stocking and the humbler locked in place relatively easily. I now had a very robust steel humbler securely locked in place round the top of my balls. The next part, fitting the ball stretcher did not go well and I fully understood why Mistress needed more testing. It was one of those occasions where Mistress declares ‘I could do with an extra arm!’. As much as she grasped and stretched my balls the stretcher refused to line up properly and snap into position. After a bit of cursing and silent thinking time Maggie realised that it would be better to construct the humbler in a different order. I got the uneasy but delightful feeling that Mistress hadn't given up with her attempt at attaching my balls to the stretcher mechanism and next time. . .

In contrast to the stretcher, the ball crusher went on too easily and Maggie was soon enjoying applying that part of the apparatus with more than a little release of her frustration at the ball stretcher, as she tightened the crusher. Yes the damn thing has spikes on one side and a flat face on the other and yes you can guess which way the crusher was applied; the spiky side ended up against my balls and yes the spikes are sharp enough to hurt and leave visible marks on my poor, crushed balls and yes I enjoyed being guinea pig again for my Mistress.

Testing wasn't complete however, Mistress wanted to test how her slave coped with the grip and the weight of the humbler and whether it was painful to wear whilst moving. It was secured exactly where Maggie wanted it with a length of rope, and I was taken on a lead and instructed to walk at heel; a steady walk around all the upstairs carpeted areas, round the floor, out the landing, up the hall, round and about and back to the Playroom. All the while my balls in tight check and rattling against my buttocks as I crawled forward on hands and knees. In my humble opinion it is a real mean controlling machine, and that’s before having the stretcher part locked on my bollocks! It would be impossible for me to contort myself into a position to remove it myself, even if Mistress was gracious enough to hand me the keys.

Back in the Playroom, Maggie sat on her throne and employed me with even more humbler testing tasks. 'Crawl towards the cage and then crawl backwards slave, more times, I need to check how tough my new humbler is’. This also gave her the chance to gauge how effective the humbler was at close quarters. It worked, it stayed on and my balls were cruelly and permanently pushed out behind me.

The temptation was obviously too much for my Mistress as she was soon picking up her riding crop, telling me how much she had been looking forward to using it. She gave my balls several very sharp blows that echoed round the Chambers, enough to really make me wince. But what could I do, as in between the ball beating strokes Mistress allowed me to bury my latex covered face inbetween her latex buttocks or her latex thighs, along with the most gentlest of strokes to those tormented balls and whispered, ‘You did well with the testing. You will be rewarded later’.

When later came I was spread-eagled in bondage on the latex bed. With my wrists and ankles strapped firmly out of the way Mistress set about me with the vibrator and her soft rubber gloved hands. To add little more spice to my life, Maggie manacled the base of my shaft with a stout cock strap and chained it to the top of the bed post; strong chain and very tight, with the chain passing right in front of my eyes on its way to the ringbolt in the centre of the bed head. I remembered her recent article on her website, 'Can you cum’, and I was determined that I wasn't going to embarrass myself yet again. I maintained a stiff upper lip as I asked Maggie whether she wanted me to cum or not to cum - that was the question. The answer, ‘You have no choice slave’. As the Hitachi wand vibrations played on my balls they had no option but empty themselves. Mistress is clearly in charge of everything when you are worshipping her, and so it should be.

The final act. Mistress Maggie tweaked a nipple quite hard and purred. ‘These need attending to next time’.

Over the Hills and Far Away

Not a lot of people will have heard of the small Yorkshire settlement of Liversedge. I am from Yorkshire, yet knew nothing of the town and certainly not its valuable role in latex manufacturing. Mentioned in the Domesday book, by the 19th century the town was busy in the manufacture of woollen garments and the long tradition of clothing manufacture still continues in the 21st century, albeit in a much smaller scale, at Cathouse Clothing on a local business park in the town. That is where Mistress Maggie wanted to go, to look at some rather nice leopard print and textured latex garments that she had seen on the website.

I had been summoned to chauffeur Mistress to Liversedge, my first duty was to drop my pants and bend over the playroom horse so a Kegel electric communication device could be installed in my asshole, its associated receiver strapped on a leather belt around my waist. And with a big grin Maggie announced that the batteries had a full charge and that is what I would be receiving. Naturally, Mistress retained the remote control and gradually increased the dial until I confirmed the signal was being received and my bum starting to tingle from the inside. Maggie noted level ten and announced that would be a good level to start, if and when she wanted a little amusement at my expense.

As a Tyke, the journey back over the Pennines was short and sweet at just over an hour and 10 minutes, the time flew by with idle chatter between Mistress and slave and adhering to the strict instructions from Maggie's husband that I drive very carefully. After all, I did have a VIM on board (Very Important Mistress). Fortunately, the only sensation from the Kegel's was the top weighted ball that made its presence felt at every bend and pothole. I do wish they would fill those damn potholes on the M62.

Maggie was acquainted with the owner at Cathouse and spent a little time on pleasantries. I just stood and rode with the Kegel balls that Mistress had kindly activated by remote control when entering the shop. But it was soon down to the serious business of browsing. You can imagine we were both in heaven with the range of latex textures and coloured samples waiting to be made into hundreds of sensational garments. We spotted a latex corset that suited Maggie down to the ground (well not quite that long). A quick flick of the remote button and her slave was jumping high enough to reach it off the highest rail, and the garment was quickly purchased. After further browsing and a chance conversation with the owner, a textured black latex skirt emerged. I could tell Maggie liked it, and I thought it absolutely amazing or maybe it was how Maggie sensationally showed it off as she tried it on. It was a no brainer; a beautiful garment on a beautiful Mistress that fitted her so well.

The second purchase was in the bag, and that unfortunately was that. We had spent just an hour shopping and it was time for the trip home to Lancashire, but a coffee stop was necessary before too long.

Nothing interesting about a coffee stop you say. Well no and yes. Maggie had been persuaded to wear the new latex skirt for her journey home, she looked so glamorous seated on the high stool waiting for her coffee to be delivered. It was difficult to take my eyes off her, but then it always is. The skirt was the icing on the cake or rather on her now tightly enclosed legs and thighs.

Then a little surprise. As we got back in the car, Maggie pointed me to a secluded spot in the corner of the car park and told me to park there. She told me how happy she was with my driving and the lovely gift I had bought for her, and had a little reward that she knew I would like.

A hanky was produced from her handbag, before I knew it I was subdued with aroma and captured in a plastic bag. Slowly and calmly she started to suffocate her slave. My pleas for air fell on stony ground, Maggie just said no and twisted the plastic a bit more.

I just gazed at Maggie through the misting plastic and felt totally relaxed, completely devoted and very happy at that moment. Maggie wanted this and so did I. By the time she’d finished the plastic was as tight against my face as Mistresses new latex skirt was across her thighs.

After a few minutes to catch my breath chauffeuring duties were resumed. The rest of the journey was uneventful but incredibly slow due to it being rush hour. We arrived back at Chambers just after six, Maggie had a Clinic session planned for me and I was soon strapped down naked, legs up wide on the clinic couch. The nice white latex hood was fitted and she proceeded to flash fry my nipples, cock, balls and anywhere else that made her laugh with the glowing sparks from her violet wand.

The Kegel balls were removed and, judging by this photo, Maggie used a cut down Samurai sword to impale my bum. This has got to be the biggest thing I have ever had up there, helped on its way by Mistress holding her medicated hanky over my nose again.

Imagine the opposing sensations; I was being wonderfully mounted and stretched with a hand held dildo, whilst at the same time having bits of me punished with intense shocks from the wand. I didn't know whether I was coming or going.

The afternoon had reached a natural end and Maggie made sure I didn't come, but I did go home with another huge smile and a huge bulge after another hugely enjoyable session chauffeuring my Mistress on our expedition home to Yorkshire.

And a note to John. I drove very carefully and apologise if Mistress Maggie now has two more exceptional items to find space for in her ‘overcrowded’ latex wardrobe. The batteries in the Kegel are now flat and in serious need of a major re-charge!