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.