‘Your rubber clad Mistress will be teaching you many ways of using leather’, is what I had been advised in my pre-session mail.
The moment Mistress Maggie opened the Chambers’ front door, the first part of her calling notice was wonderfully evident and had me enchanted once again. Mistress had decided on the remarkable catsuit and corset combination that both accentuated her stunning figure yet rendered her completely untouchable. However, the tactile nature of the wonderful material was made available for the shortest of moments as Mistress paused at the top of the stairs to allow her slave to move my hands across her latex covered rear. I have fought this urge every time I have followed that stunning sculptured derrière and now Mistress was treating her slave to another unexpected delight.
I was happy as we entered the Chambers. I was happy when Mistress told me go to the bathroom, to strip naked and return wearing only my slave collar. I have no inhibitions in front of my owner and complied immediately. I was happy when Mistress selected an appropriate rubber hood for her slave, then took a length of red rope and bound my wrists securely in front; was happy when Mistress gagged me and instructed me to lean against the wall, legs apart, forehead on my tied arms. I was happy when Mistress softly whipped my buttocks, using one of her many floggers to begin teaching me the many ways she uses her leather.
The whipping lasted for some considerable time, Mistress changing her whip to give her slave a taste of their many different leathery sounds and sensations, the strokes getting steadily harder. But for the moment that rhythmic swish crack was gently warming my arse cheeks and an occasional flick of its tails perfectly aimed between my legs to lightly strike my testicles.
Altogether, I was learning that Maggie had quite a few leather whips that I had never encountered and could wield each one in a way that equalled its weight. My back and rump were receiving their share of her delivery in equal measure. I felt happy when Mistress put her arms around her slave and moved her rubber glove across the marks she was making. I was even moderately happy when Mistress upped the anti and had me take a severe leather whip to increase my leather experience, Mistress continued to take short blasts with the heavy flogger until I became strained with the exertion, holding my stance to please my Mistress was becoming difficult and my legs were trembling.
Then I got really concerned as, alongside my trembling leg, I saw the business end of a red leather bull whip as it snaked across the floor. Mistress had spotted that I was starting to sag but offered no respite, instead she suggested I stand facing her, back against the wall until I couldn’t retreat any further. A few light range finders with the whip and then excruciating pain as she found exactly the right swing, range and angles to land the whip first on one nipple then the other, I must have taken around a dozen of these. Be advised, that bullwhip really does sting, but even if I had somewhere to hide I was determined to take the whip because Mistress wanted me to. This slave can now humbly say that I am no virgin when it comes to taking a proper prolonged flogging.
Maggie declared that now I’d had my fun and she had invested considerable effort for her slave, she needed to be pampered with pleasurable attentions. We adjourned to the Clinic and there was no more leather for a while. I was to receive the privilege once again of giving my Mistress a pedicure. I love being allowed to perform this service and I know Mistress appreciates the feeling of softness after my ministrations. Maggie reclined and relaxed on the couch and the only leather content was me gently removing her leather footwear. I must say I was mesmerised by Mistress relaxing there, the tight latex still covering her body barely inches from my face. As I said, so beautiful yet so perfectly protected, not that Mistress needs protection from her slave. I am a red blooded male but first and foremost I am my Mistresses trained rubber slave; I may gaze lovingly but DON'T touch unless instructed otherwise. So I set about filing first one foot then the other, asking occasionally if Mistress was satisfied with the progress.
Mistress sounded like she purred when she said she enjoyed my efforts, each smoothed foot then needed to be kissed and licked just to be sure, and finally gently soothed with foot lotion, but - ‘not between the toes slave’. This slave also discovered a magical spot on one of her feet which when touched sent Maggie off into involuntary fits of laughter. Mistresses leather ankle boots were carefully replaced and our sojourn in the Clinic had come to an end. Reminder to ask Mistress for new emery boards if she allows me future pedicure privileges.
We have been considering that I should receive a guiche piercing and it was my turn to jump up on the couch where Mistress took a few measurements, drew a line where she wished the jewellery to sit and took a photo to show the exact location when we attend for the piercing. Perhaps, next time you may be treated to a viewing?
Back in the Playroom, Maggie helped me into my heavy black rubber suit. A new pair of zipped gloves had arrived for me and I had chance to try them on with my suit this time; a good plan and they fitted perfectly and zipped up easily. One tight fitting layer was not enough for Maggie and I was about to receive a second lesson in the use of leather. She brought down the very heavy leather bondage suit from its resting place on the cell door and feet first I was squeezed inside it. Once my arms were secure inside the internal arm sheaths there was little I could do to help incarcerate myself, relying on my Mistress to pull it over my shoulders and zip me in. My feet were left unrestrained, ‘so you can shuffle around when instructed slave’.
Even without the laces fully cinched in and tightened, it is heavy, hot and restrictive inside the double layers of the leather sleep-sack, and made all the more tighter by liberal use of stout leather straps, these were hoisted tight producing a very satisfactory, safe and immovable status for this slave to find myself in. I was briefly tethered in a standing position in a way I could gently sway like a skittle without toppling.
My hood was exchanged for an unusual looking gas mask and I was given instruction. I was to shuffle forward to the repositioned horse where Maggie guided me into a bending position along it. The horse rocked and creaked as it took my considerable weight along its back. My situation became clearer as Mistress said she wanted to explore features and benefits of the leather bondage sack that had not been previously explored. It seemed that something unusual and exciting was afoot as Mistress placed her hand over the gasmask filter and I received the first of many strong inhalations of aromas.
Strange I thought, as Mistress normally uses her medicine for anal relaxation in preparation for mounting her slave, but trussed up inside this secure leather seemed an odd way to access my backside. Maggie clarified exactly what she was going to do next. ‘Right slave, now I have you where I want you I wish to find out whether this rear zip serves any useful function, today I will be fucking your ass while you remain incarcerated in the bag’.
The leather bondage bag has unseen treasures and one of them is the rear zip that Maggie mentioned. It was slowly forced up exposing my severely confined arse to a cooler draft, same with my catsuit. This looked like another fun situation Maggie had engineered for her slave. I, of course had no say in the matter nor could I move inside the tight leather as Mistress thoroughly lubed up my arse, attached her strap on and moved into position. Another sight of Maggie’s hand over my filter and we were off on the ride of our lives. The aromas and lube had worked their magic as the dildo found its mark. I think Mistress was delighted and really started humping my leather covered rear, helped by encouraging slaps across my leather rear.
The horse was going well, it was rocking with the ride and making galloping sounds now. Maggie was definitely more than a little excited by her success with her new found access and her thrusting increased, I moaned and was delighted my Mistress was once more taking me this way and also appearing to be having a wonderful time.
. . . CRACK . . . The extra effort Maggie was putting into my arse was transmitted to the horse and I could literally feel the earth move for me and Maggie. Naturally Mistress stopped. ‘What was that slave?’. I mumbled through the gas mask that I thought it was a front leg or maybe this horse really was a bucking bronco! Maggie dismounted, investigated and agreed we should play safe and ease myself off the horse. At first I moved slowly as I was a little unsteady from both the knee trembling and the aroma, but when there was a further loud creak from the horse I have never moved so fast and stood upright instantly in my leather cocoon.
In went the butt plug and I was instructed to hobble to the cage where I was firmly strapped to the bars for Mistress to reveal a further secret of the leather bag. It’s nipple flaps were ripped away to be replaced with biting clamps, the clamps would not normally hurt too bad, but were being fixed in the same places where Maggie's earlier ministrations with her bullwhip had already bitten. Is there no end to the secrets of this Black Magic suit? My breathing became severely restricted by Mistresses choice of hood, having only a series of narrow tubes to take in air, and this is how I was left. My nipples hurt, but through the mask perforations, I could catch glimpses of my stunning owner as she went about making her playroom neat and tidy, giving her pathetic slave an occasional passing tweak of the pegs and a radiant, lovely smile.
To conclude the session I was finally released from the leather and told to take a seat on the awaiting bondage chair. I was in desperate need of a drink and on queue, Mistress set up my feeding station. Nothing so simple as a nice tube attached to Mistress, I had to be more ingenious to receive my liquid refreshment.
I must admit to being a little mischievous, as I’d worked out that by rocking the chair I could get my mouth in the ideal position to catch most of my drink without taking punishment from the nasty chin spike. I could hear the concern in Maggie's voice as she thought I was going to tip the chair over backwards, reminding me that ‘there aren't any supporting chains this time’. No doubt when Mistress reads my blog she may smile at my ingenuity at rocking the chair, but I will ultimately get into trouble for my mischief.
I was soaked by the time I arrived at the ideal position and it was a good job that Mistress had a full bladder, as quite a lot of pee ended up in my hair, down my back, trickling down the inside of my suit, in fact all over me and I loved every minute of every drop. The plastic bag that Mistress fastened me in for the final act, steamed up quickly with both my breath and the warm pee residues, leading to a particularly sultry and lengthy breathplay scene.
At last Mistress investigated the horse and the relief in her voice was audible when she declared that the securing nuts holding the legs had worked loose; hardly surprising after fifteen years of hard use and its most recent pummelling. A few turns of the wing nuts once more had the bucking horse less likely to give her a heart attack. We were able to laugh about the situation afterwards as we both imagined the horse collapsing, ending up in a heap and Maggie still firmly reaming my arse with her strap-on.
One thing remains certain, I will always try to endure everything and anything Mistress Maggie asks of me. After all, that is the promise I made when I vowed to be one of my Mistresses loyal followers. I was allowed a wonderfully relaxing bath after our taxing session and I know I have the most caring and thoughtful Mistress that I could ever wish for. Long may she reign.
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