As always, one hour before my session I sent my confirmatory text. Mistress sprung a surprise and almost wrong footed her slave with her response, by announcing that we were going shopping and to park near the Chambers. I try not to be phased by things my Mistress asks of me and always ensure there’s a tank of fuel just in case. Additional instruction had also been given ‘. . . Arrive with your ball weight in place. . . ‘ This I had done along with a good effort to look smart, wearing my cream latex dress shirt and obligatory slave collar, with my weighted balls tucked tidily inside my pants.
Session 110 began as usual with performing homage to Mistresses footwear, which can become a terribly steamy situation at times. Like today for instance. Mistress insisted that I wear a plastic bag while putting my tongue to work on her gladiator shoes. My slave collar was used to secure my head in the bag, just how Maggie wanted it, and I was told to proceed with worship. I licked as best and as long as I could, busying myself right up to the point where the oxygen ran out and I could lick no more. I could only use my last gasps to beg for air in the hope of being released. Consequently the sandals remained worshipped from afar, but that had to be the cleanest inside of a plastic bag you could imagine.
‘Up on your knees facing me now slave’ and I was eye to eye with Mistress. The plastic bag was rustling again, then pulled over my head quite tightly and I was captured in a couple of twists of her wrist. Maggie looked at me through the plastic then planted the longest kiss squarely across my mouth, well, a kiss on the plastic across my mouth to be precise. It was a heavenly moment that I hoped would never stop, and I loved how Mistress then laughed at the red smudge across her slaves plastic face, saying ‘That's the lippy gone then!’
Whenever shopping, Mistress likes to keep this slave on his toes. No different today and I was soon legs up on the Clinic table having suitable electrodes fitted. First though, my trusty black butt plug was planted in my arsehole. 'A special treat for you today slave', or so Maggie said with that glint in her eye as she placed her cock stopper electrode right on the tip of my cock and to complete the circuit, a sticky pad on my abdomen. With a laugh Mistress remarked about the nasty shock I would feel if her circuitry came into contact with my steel ball weight, but thankfully and probably best for all concerned, she decided not to have her slave leaping about with the shopping basket and drawing any more attention to himself. Instead, a condom was used to secure the cock stopper and rolled down the full length of Maggie’s property.I knew where this was going and it would certainly be special. The power source would be attached to my belt and Mistress would carry the remote - Hmmm! Time for a quick test then. Five taps of the remote provided a just about bearable pulse through my cock; six had me visibly wincing and would affect my gait if applied during the shopping trip; seven may be a treat for Mistress but more likely a dreaded ordeal for her slave. Maggie also went through a few of the available programs, just to remind her slave what to expect if I displeased her.
Mistress re-applied her lipstick and was ready for shopping, my primary duty to carefully chauffeur my Mistress on her trip and, of course, during our shop, provide amusement as she stroked the remote with her thumb. We went shoe shopping first, trying on several pairs. I fetched and carried and kept Maggie’s handbag safe while she tried them on and made her choice. At last I had permission to kiss my Mistresses new shoes without needing to wear a plastic bag. One kiss was all I could give being in a well known supermarket, but I believe it was received as a symbolic gesture of her slaves devotion. However, I did enjoy the thrill of openly worshipping my Mistress, even if it was only for the briefest of moments. Nobody cared, nobody even noticed, apart from me and my Mistress and the shoe purchase was in the bag.I followed Mistress towards the food section, stopping for a moment for Maggie to activate the power box on my belt. But oops, somehow I must have dislodged something as . . . nothing. . . when tested. ‘Go to the loo slave. Go and reconnect yourself’. Fortunately the problem was quickly put to rights and I was back alongside having my Power box activated again. Four quick taps on her remote and a look at my grimacing face confirmed to Maggie that her slave was switched on.
A shopping list had been prepared and my job was to bring back all items on it: Cucumber, K-Y jelly or similar, condoms and a pack of ice cubes. The list came with strict instructions; I must not to use the self checkout lanes and I must present my wares to a real life assistant. It was difficult to concentrate with the electrics on five clicks, not knowing when Mistress would have a little remote fun with one more agonizing movement of her thumb. I persevered and as you can see, no K-Y. I asked the pharmacist but was advised. ‘You’re the second one to ask. We are out of stock. Sorry’. I braced myself for the jolt as I was taking too long. I could see Mistress relaxing just through the checkouts, smiling that delightfully innocent smile as I searched and found an alternative, her thumb hovering over her remote, but thankfully nothing more than a sinister 'hover'.The throbbing in my cock continued as I hurried for the bag of ice cubes. I didn't like the thought of where the cubes could end up and chose the smallest bag I could find. Even so, it was enough to freeze your balls off and then some.
Going through the checkout, I knew I was in range of having a twitchy thumb setting off a twitching embarrassment. I was also very conscious of curious onlookers spotting my items as they moved along the conveyor. The lady was paid and I gave her my thanks as I packed my shopping into the red lipstick stained suffocation bag. Mistress just sat watching, smiling and seductively massaging her remote. It was a relief as we left and Maggie turned off the power pack on my belt for the short drive home.
Back in Chambers I heard the ominous chink of ice being poured into Mistresses steel bucket. A cold shiver passed through my balls and bum. I feared the worst because a lot of ice was readied, but then, as always, Mistress pulled another surprise. Two small bottles of white wine appeared, plus a couple of flutes and she sank them both into the ice bucket to cool as she helped me out of my outdoor clothes and into more appropriate indoor red latex ones. I was stood to attention as Maggie reclined on her bean bag and asked me to pour two glasses of wine. We toasted the first five years of my exceptional journey, and I spent a delightful 15 minutes finger feeding olives to my Mistress, chatting, sipping the celebratory wine and me attempting to become that 'perfect' slave. It is extremely difficult holding oiled olives in rubber gloves, yet possible because Mistress has trained me well: 'less haste more attention' resulted in very few mishaps. With a risk of repeating myself, there is nothing quite so stimulating or arousing as watching your Mistress casually relax and feeding her just as my Queen should be fed.
The bean bag was moved out of Chambers to make way for the Bondage Chair, which needed to be placed in a precise position next to the bed. I do like that secure, snug feeling of the leather corset that was strapped tight on top of my latex, then the Lithuanian hooded gas mask with restraining collar, and finally chained to maximum tightness to the chair, probably tighter than any previous chaining. I love the secure feeling this situation engenders. I could also delight in the fact that Mistress said I looked wonderful dressed like this.Maggie double checked I was secure, then began pivoting the chair and easing it backwards until it was firmly supported by chains, which miraculously somehow had appeared between chair and overhead gantry. I had no worries as I trust Mistress implicitly, although I am still amazed that such a fine, slender figure could take the weight of this lump like slave and his bondage. And there I securely stayed, leaning back in the throne, my cock, balls and butt plug exposed by dextrous manipulation of the suits three way zip, all for my Mistresses further amusement. The clover clamps on my nipples played with my upper body sensations as my Mistress went on to play with and create havoc with my lower body parts.
The hole in the chair seat made for easy retrieval of the butt plug. Out it came and for one moment I thought I saw the cucumber pass in front of my gas-masked eyes making its way to a new growing plot, but to my relief, I think, Maggie eased a rather large electric dildo in my now spare hole. It was at this point that the frailties of my body started to overtake the huge desires of the slave.Because I am tall, my head was not getting support from the high backed chair and my neck was starting to really tense with the strain. This has an effect on all the other senses. The rasping, windy sounds of the Lithuanian mask changed into the more urgent sounds of a slave starting to be stressed. Mistress knows her property and after asking and confirming that I was having problems, eased me back to an upright position and removed the mask. I began to recover but Mistress knows when enough is enough for her slave and chose to release me. We sat and talked amongst other topics, about the possible need for a neck support in future similar situations.
Oh I do wish I was physically better equipped for my Mistress, but unlike Mistress Maggie who appears to be younger every time we meet, the inevitable onslaught of age does take a slight toll on this, otherwise very willing slave and I do love my sessions with my perfect Mistress.
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