Friday 29 July 2016

A Normal Day for a Latex Slave

Another 'normal' day attending the Mistress Maggie slave training school here in the North West.

Normal in the sense that Mistress heard me ring her bell and answered the door to the Chambers, looking stunningly attractive as usual; today wearing a black and white nurses outfit. That tight sexy corset may be disapproved of in Holby City, but it certainly gained my attention and approval.

Normal in the sense that despite 106 training sessions with my Mistress, I still get incredibly excited as I follow closely behind those latex clad buttocks as we make our way upstairs to the Playroom.

Normal as I am instructed to change from my outdoor clothes into the latex gloves and socks that Mistress likes.

Normal as I am proudly wearing my leather slave collar, and finally, normal because as usual I have no idea where Mistress wants to take her slave today. That normal familiar thrill of having promised to - Willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question, sets my heart racing. And knowing I will do everything I can to keep that promise.

Bending low before my Mistress I showed my normal devotions with long slow worship of the tall platform shoes she was wearing. Standing splendid, Maggie played her cat o' nine tails across my bare back and side, across my buttocks and occasionally down the cleft between my cheeks; tantalisingly tickling my balls through my open legs with the gentlest of flicks. Nothing painful, but sufficiently irregular to maintain my utmost attention to the cleaning job in hand, or I should say mouth, as I was eagerly licking those shoes in an attempt to further perfect my cleaning technique.

In response to her enquiry, I delved in my 'perv bag’ to retrieve a pair of panties that Mistress had asked me to return to her; the very same pair of soiled panties that Mistress had presented to me on my 100th session way back in April. I had to enjoy the scent and flavours at home, placing them back into their zip seal bag each time I’d worshipped them, then return the beautiful item when Mistress demanded. As normal, her panties must be freshly laundered, and this time preferably with a fresh laundry aroma. Previously I had not laundered them properly and I wouldn’t make that mistake twice; I had cleaned them and double cleaned them so they smelled 'as new’. I was relieved when Maggie inspected them, this time appearing happy with my laundering and not needing to pick up her cane.

As normal, with very little ceremony and lots of lube, Mistress took the opportunity to install my butt plug in its rightful place and helped me into my black latex catsuit. I followed her into the Clinic where I was to become her rubber patient. I received Mistresses ‘bandage hood’, a hood I remember Mistress making specially for silencing her White Room patients; a latex hood with long neck, tied in place with the attached long, white latex bandages that create a very effective seal across the small mouth hole. As normal, Mistress then made sure her slave was comfortable with the judicial placing of the Clinic pillow.

Now, I would normally expect Mistress to securely strap me to the gynae couch, but on this occasion she was even more mischievous than normal. Knowing how much I like to stroke her latex clad buttocks whenever they are in range, she whispered that she would very much like it if I could perform that little luxurious task and my right hand would be left unrestrained and free to caress her glorious globes whenever they swayed my way.

What an absolute tease Mistress can be. There I was with a big smile under the bandage, my right arm free of all fetters and ready to stroke the bum of my rubberised catheter nurse.

As you might guess, ALL the while Maggie was inserting the catheter, her bum and my arm were swinging on opposite sides of the operating table. I might as well have had my right arm lopped off for all the good it was doing caressing those latex buttocks. Hmm! maybe it's best not to suggest that, it being my wanking arm and knowing how well equipped and devious she is!

However, despite its stout securing strap, I did get my left hand into a position to manage an occasional stroke, and my efforts kept me sufficiently sidetracked, to prevent me noticing that the catheter had been clinically and cleanly installed. Maggie really is good at that operation.

Normally, Mistress would immediately attach the drainage bag and my bladder would begin releasing its contents, giving a little relief from that growing urge to pee. Nope, the outlet was firmly bunged with a catheter plug, me and my bladder were to be kept waiting for the growing necessity to relieve myself. Mistress continued with her operations, the butt plug needed to come out to be quickly replaced by the electrified Kegel balls, and once Maggie was satisfied that I was receiving my stimulation in the form of a good belt of northern electricity, we returned to the Playroom for my insertion into the vacuum bag. Politicians make much about the Northern Power House, let me tell them Mistress has been operating it successfully for years!

It was obvious right from the start of the session that the vacbed would be used, as it was already assembled on the floor when I arrived and even this stupid slave can discern an object so black and so large. But it was still a real thrill to hear Maggie giving me an explanation of what was to come.

A quick check that I understood both her intentions and her safety rules, a simple mask providing cover for my mouth and nose and I was ready. A big dollop of lube was spread along the opening to assist with sealing the vacuum, then I was instructed to carefully climb inside my rubber womb.

Mistress made sure the small breather tube attached to the mask was secure in the vacbed’s breathing hole, my mouth remained unobstructed and I was still able to communicate with Mistress. The electric levels were turned up to set my bum balls throbbing, and with the catch bag attached my inflated bladder finally got relief from the nagging urge to urinate. Not much but oh what a relief. As normal, Mistress forever considerate for her slave's well-being, placed a comfortable cushion under the nape of my neck. The whirr of the vacuum pump completed incarceration. It is an incredible feeling to feel the gradual removal of the air and then it comes all of a rush as the last vestiges are sucked out and you become immobile.

Mistress then told me that she was to advance my breath training whilst in the vacbed, I would have to rely on a re-breather bag as a lifeline for a while, but I managed on the three litre bag quite nicely. Long slow breaths now and I was really starting to enjoy being immobile, totally enclosed in tight rubber and I know Mistress likes the rhythmic breathing sound as it indicates that I am alive and untroubled. With my latest training, I think I could have maintained that steady rhythm for hours. I wonder if you can actually sleep in that situation? The downside is that my visibility was restricted to a very dull dark grey haze of the rest of the world, and worse that I could only see shadows of my Mistress as she floated around, occasionally checking that her slave was OK and doing Mistress things to her encapsulated plaything.

My other senses compensated and I knew there was going to be a change to my breathing, as Maggie announced that she would enjoy replacing the re-breather bag with her personal dildo toy, and I could share her enjoyment via a hosepipe attached to my incarcerated face. I could almost taste Mistress as she pleasured herself.

I could also see the little points of light, created by Mistress when she let her nectar flow around my mouth and eyes, giving strange sparkles of twinkling light, as her fluids refracted the Playroom light through the otherwise dull grey of the vacuum bag. For a fleeting moment I thought of the night sky and millions of twinkling stars. Funny where your mind drifts when you are in heaven.

And that was that. I couldn't do anything inside the bag, but I gain huge enjoyment knowing that I have played even a small passive part in my Mistress enjoying her slave.

Was this a 'normal session'? Yes, but only to the extent that normality means that nothing is taken for granted; Normal that Mistress Maggie always surprises me with the variety of her training, and normal that I leave another session knowing I am even more under the control of a superb Mistress.

Another normal day in Mistress Maggie's Training School.

Friday 15 July 2016

Plain Stupidity

Oh what depths of stupidity can a simple slave sink to? It was only two months ago when I reported in this blog that I had received 20 hard strokes of the cane from Mistress Maggie for carelessness in web addressing. I promised at the time to learn ‘Less haste more attention’, yet here I am having to report exactly the same issues again. A week ago, I received the following from Maggie. ’I’m a bit pissed off, your web addressing is so clumsy slave.’ That was an understatement and in Harry Potter terms, I received a Howler!

Maggie knows that the simple mention of nipple clamps will set her slave wincing. To compound anxiety at being such a stupid slave, at the start of this week, Mistress allowed me a choice:

'  I am not adverse to a little bartering and propose a couple of options. How do we make you learn ‘less haste more attention?' -

a. nipple torture
b. reduced nipple torture plus 40 cane strokes


Make a choice slave, a or b . . .  '

A - I replied by email! The feeling of those 20 intense cane strokes I had taken came flooding back to me, never mind 40. I thought that ‘A’ may be the easier option to manage. Oh how wrong could I be?

I was greeted by Mistress at the door to the Chambers, as always she was a complete picture of power, grace and beauty. Dressed in a stunning black, underwired latex leotard she ushered me in, her legs were adorned with shiny black patent boots complemented by transparent seamed latex stockings, she wore long transparent gloves that gestured me to follow her undulating bottom to the Playroom. Mistress Maggie had me stand before her and chided me for my poor performance, saying ‘your nipples will be badly punished for this’, before explaining, albeit somewhat briefly, the running order for the session. In a change to normal routine, Mistress chose to perform the punishment at the end of our session, and why that decision was the best choice will unfold in the blog.

Mistress said she would like me in full black rubber and to lay my catsuit on the bed. I was then sent to the bathroom to undress and put on my latex stockings and gloves, returning in no time at all to find Mistress reclining on the padded bench awaiting some good boot licking from her slave. So I busied my tongue and set about shining her already shiny knee boots, before Mistress stood up and indicated that I should occupy the padded bench instead. I knelt there, bum raised for my butt plug to be slid home very easily.


Mistress must have liked her slave in this position, as going off at a tangent she allowed herself one of those rare off-script moments; selecting one of her many leather whips and landing fast rotating strokes on my proffered backside with it. The laughing tone in her voice suggested she was much amused. ‘I just couldn’t resist, your ass looked like it needed beating’. Maggie was happy, I was happy and the world was. . . quite a mess actually with Brexit, Nice etc, but at that point I didn't care, I was in my own little world with my owner.

Mistress helped me into my rubber catsuit and I was ready for my next adventure. We adjourned to the Clinic, and there I was tied to a chair; a small length of rope was all that was required to secure my wrists. Maggie produced a roll of standard cling film, suffice is to say that my vision of Mistress was soon transformed from crystal clear to shiny and hazy, the layers were being stretched tight round my head and smoothed into position. I was grateful to feel her finger being forced through the plastic into my mouth, allowing me a necessary breath.

Carefully onto the couch, I was strapped down with legs suspended from the ‘goalpost’ frame and a rigid posture collar strapped round my neck to ensure I was only looking forward. I love watching Maggie move around and this, together with the cling-film, curtailed that visual enjoyment, but Mistress was happy and I could still hear what was going on.

Out came the butt plug and after a couple of long drags from the aroma dispenser to help me relax Mistress vanished, returning a couple of moments later with items that she started feeding into my vacant orifice. ‘Piss ice cubes’, she proudly announced and fed them one by one into my eager cave, pushing them deep inside with a medical instrument. It was a strange feeling or rather a lack of a strange feeling. I could tell the four ice cubes were up there but there was very little discomfort normally associated with the application of ice to the human body.

As I lay there relishing the thought that Mistress had allowed some of her juices to actually be inside me, I received more excellent news in the form of that soft tinkling sound, as Mistress stood beside my left ear and emptied the contents of her bladder into a jug. The pee was quickly decanted into the large enema bag and I was informed that some very warm fluids would be joining the four piss cubes.

More relaxation from the aromas and the Bardex double balloon enema tube was in place. No discomfort whatsoever, in fact I really love how Mistress handles insertions into my bum; sufficient lubrication, gentle insertion, judicious application of relaxing aromas, she has trained me well. Not satisfied that I was receiving my fill, (big smile from me as I realised my bum capacity exceeded that of Mistresses considerable bladder), so a quick trip to the bathroom for a jug full of warm water to supplement her juices in the enema bag and. . . . just lay there and enjoy the liquid infusion. It is a very pleasant sensation to receive the warm water and pee mixture, I smiled once more because I knew I had quite a lot of my Mistress actually inside me this time. Melting piss cubes coming into contact with the warm piss and colon walls had now added to the considerable amount of liquid gurgling around inside my distended stomach.

Once emptied, the enema tube was securely clamped and plugged, and I was full of Mistresses very special golden juice, very comfortable and mentally such a turn on. I might well have had an accompanying erection, but Mistress was now fitting some very heavy equipment around cock and balls that turned out to be a metal chastity cage. More of that later.

Then things started to take a turn for the worse. Up until now there had been no attention to nipples, despite their zips being wide open and free range for Maggie. I think my nipples had retracted as far as they could in an attempt to escape their imminent punishment, but to no avail. The suction cups came out and Maggie started winding them up to create a vacuum around my freshly lubricated buds. Every few minutes, Mistress applied a few more turns of the screws and kept pulling the cups to make sure they were firmly attached and doing their job of stretching my nipples. I would have willingly told her if only she’d asked and if I didn't have a breathing tube stuck in my mouth. I could have also told her that the nipples didn't need the extra weight suspended from the ’goalpost’ frame, and that is perhaps the reason why I needed the breathing tube, to keep me quiet!

OK quick resume: bowels full of Mistresses piss, head covered in cling film, cock locked up, strapped to a gynae couch, nipples being distended and sucked out of hibernation - next came the bombshell. ‘Right. Back to the Playroom to start your nipple punishment now slave’.

Start the punishment! My nipples were already standing out like the new door chime I had rung much earlier. As Mistress was making final preparations for the move, I could vaguely see her fondling the roll of cling film and off came another length and straight across my face and importantly my aghast mouth hole. Unconcerned that I was now struggling for breaths, Mistress continued with her removal preparations. It was then I discovered why Mistress had bought standard cling film to incarcerate her slaves' head. With a single film over my mouth I sucked really hard to let Mistress know I was about to expire, this resulted in a loud pop like a balloon bursting and I had sucked an air hole for myself. Maggie just carried on untying my straps and cutting off the head shroud as if nothing had happened. I am the property of an amazing woman and true expert in getting the best out of her slaves.

Waddling back to the Playroom with the two Bardex pumps swinging between my legs the punishment part of my session was about to start. I was given some latex head gear instead: the open latex hood and the special face muzzle. Lying flat on the low punishment bench my hands were 'mitted' and strapped out of the way and my head placed inside the Stocks that were in turn hung from the overhead ring. If punishing my nipples hadn't been the order of the day, I was in the perfect position to have my Mistress sink her latex covered rump over a very eager slaves mouth. As it was, with my now extended and available nipples, Maggie set about torturing them. I use the word torture because that is exactly what she did. I knew I fully deserved whatever punishment Maggie thought was necessary and was resolved to accept it in the best way I could.

With light pinches it started off OK, but as Maggie sat on my piss extended abdomen she started work on both nipples with her sharp nails. Unlike a clamp which is a short sharp pain followed by a growing ache, Maggie's nails were relentless. Left scratch right scratch, left, right, left, left, right, right, gripping my nipples with her nails and squeezing and pulling them hard in all directions. All the time I was getting closer to that edge. I could tell I had arrived at the pain threshold because my breathing starts to go really ragged with the pain, I had to really beg ‘Mistress. No more. PLEASE no more. . . ‘. I am fortunate Mistress knows when I am 'there’, she released me and allowed a few minutes of calmness before moving me to the Throne, where a chain was used round my chest and my hands securely cuffed, my Bardex balloons dangling nicely through the central hole in the Throne. I used the brief respite to regulate my breathing and retreat as far as I could from that pain edge.

Maggie took a dog brush and dragged the horrible nylon bristles back and forth across my chest. Occasionally she wiped away a few spots of blood. My ordeal wasn't over, nor should it have been. I had really disappointed my Mistress and it was up to her to decide the punishment. The box of nipple clamps was put on the table. ‘Oh look, do you remember these nice custardy yellow ones for cowards? You've worn these before’. Yes and they had bloody well hurt, that was before my nipples were battered and ripped to shreds and very sore, yet strangely after a few moments recovery Mistress applied the yellow perils and I was able to absorb the pain; I deserved it and would cope with the discomfort. It didn't stop me from really pleading with Mistress as the pain grew intense, I had been granted permission to shout and cry, this punishment was justified and I had no complaints.

After two more styles of nipple clamps, I was once again approaching that edge. This time Mistress determined that enough pain had been inflicted and I was well and truly punished for my misdemeanours, perhaps now I will remember ‘Less haste more attention’. I think that’s why my owner decided to undertake punishment at the end of the session. If I was that close to my pain threshold after an early punishment I would have been of little use in the Clinic, more of a wimp and Mistress would miss out on some of her hard earned enjoyment.

Brilliant strategist is Mistress Maggie.

Two things worthy of mention occurred after the formal end of my punishment, beginning with some sumptuous recovery time on the Playroom latex bed. Maggie innocently said I would have to go home wearing the chastity device fitted in the Clinic, but when she went under cover to check it, it had disappeared; the device not her cock and balls I hasten to add. I must have a cock and balls tutored by Houdini, either that or I had relaxed and recovered so much that it had just dropped off. Then later as we were having a 'wind down' coffee, Mistress sat herself down on the sofa, gave me a cloth and Mr Sheen and I was re-acquainted with her patent boots and told to polish them. I found that action so natural and just enjoyed the act of continuing to serve my owner.

Did I have another good session? Yes another excellent one. I deserved the punishment and will really try harder to consistently please my Mistress.
Are your nipples still sore? Bloody well yes. The following morning I could barely touch the buds; not helped by Mistress stamping each nipple with the ‘I’ve been punished by Mistress Maggie’ stamp. I do love these extra bits of attention that I am granted.
Is Mistress really sadistic? Yes but only when you deserve it, or when she feels like it!