I'm Not Convinced You're Hot Enough

It was Friday and my first session of the new year was only one hour away and I knew that Mistress Maggie would be awaiting my confirmation. In an effort to reaffirm that I was her property and how my attendance was solely dependent on my Mistresses agreement and nothing else, I began typing my text message . . .   ‘May I still attend at 1430 please?’

First mistake of 2017. Mistress clearly was not in the mood for my grovelling approach, especially as she had taken time to write to me yesterday with a firm reminder to present myself for further training. Mistress deemed that some discipline was needed for my stupidity and careless choice of words and I was immediately confronted with my just desserts. I took my place over Maggie’s knee to receive a warm up hand spanking followed by a right roasting with a series of implements, those slapping slippers and leather slappers came raining down until my backside felt red hot, but not hot enough by all accounts.

Maggie continued with her interrogations. ‘What's all this may I attend rubbish? . . . I was expecting a confirmation, not a question that’s been answered . . . Are you trying to tell me something slave? . . . Don’t you want to continue your training slave? . . .’  a half inch thick wooden bum blisterer was put to work to assist with  generating some sensible replies. I must confess that I got a thrill from being prone across Mistresses latex covered thighs, a comment I will no doubt pay for in the future. I then received a little plastic bagging whilst my Mistress outlined the rest of the session to me through the misting plastic. ‘Your red scorching bum is only the start, I have even more hot ways coming, enough to give you a thirst’.

After that I was fitted into my black catsuit and the session was moved to the White Room. The heating had been set at a cozy level, so the latex hospital gown I was given to wear and the large latex drape that was covering the couch were already nice and warm. I was told to lay down with my legs raised up and Maggie brought in some white ropes and did a good job of securing me down, neatly roping up my balls out the way of my backside, she then set up her Gas Station to administer therapeutic aromas.

Mistress has so many gas masks at her disposal, but decided the large lenses of an S10 would give me the best view of the proceedings, and with my head raised up it was fitted on over the top of my latex mask to create an excellent seal. A corrugated hose connected slave to Gas Station and I was sent on a high, as Mistress took charge of the pump and started squeezing the aroma through the pipework to subdue me. I smiled because this configuration is generally the precursor to some anal play with my Mistress.

My hands which had been left hanging were now to be prevented from wandering as they were inserted into leather fist mittens and the sound of metal snap fasteners indicated the end of my freedom. I checked, and yes, I was securely attached to the couch, a cruel fate because Mistress knows I dream of stroking her superb latex clad buttocks whenever I can.

The pumped aromas were starting to take effect on my arsehole. I had already been fitted with my regular butt plug earlier, but now my muscles were nice and relaxed it was time for it to be removed and a pair of electric Kegel balls installed instead; there was a sensation of cold metal being tightened around cock and balls which also turned out to be electrodes. When Mistress was satisfied I was wired up correctly she squeezed the aroma pump a few times, ‘a little more medicine for you'  and the electric pulses were turned on. ‘Slave, are you feeling hot yet in all that rubber?’.

What could I say? I was starting to warm up; not at the boiling stage but sufficient to feel pleasantly warm. I grunted a 'No Mistress' through the S10. Mistress gave me and my rubber layers a stroke to feel my temperature for herself. ’Well, I’m not quite convinced that is hot enough for you. You need more rubber, and also, I am now going to switch up your electrodes to make things a little more steamy!'

And up the electrodes went. Not high enough to force an explosive eruption, more a gradual build up of seismic pressure that would eventually violently erupt. A bit like Vesuvius and on went a another layer of latex in the form of the Clinics clear rubber sheet. Yep, I was definitely starting to warm up by now but I was loving the situation even more.

It was then that I started to think about Christmas and how the turkey might have felt. No, I hadn't completely lost the plot, it was Maggie’s liberal use of the hairdryer that caused me to think that way! She was now seriously raising my temperature levels with her high power hair dryer all over my exposed bits and rubber covered bits. It got me thinking what it must feel like being in a fan oven and naturally, being early January, I could still visualise the turkey cooking and browning away in . . . the fan oven. I said I hadn't lost it! Anyway, what could I do? My orifice was stuffed with fancy pulse stuffing and all I could do was lie back and roast.

The electrodes were continuing to deliver their thrill building pulses when Mistress decreed some larger ass play would amuse her; off she went to put on a strap-on. Of course, the Kegel balls needed to be removed to make way for the invader, but I hardly had chance to take a breath before her strap-on was inserted. Maggie kindly described which dildo she was wearing and how she intended to use it. Due to my prone position I was unable see as the strap-on found its way into my hole, but I could certainly feel it as the first inch or so was eased in then the whole of the rest sank deep inside me and gave me a good long fucking. I certainly know my place when Maggie mounts me and we both know who is the leader of this pack and it ain’t me!

The aromas had worked, the butt plug had worked, the Kegels had worked in loosening my arsehole and the dildo slid in and out effortlessly as Maggie pounded my insides. Slow slow, quick quick slow. I was really disappointed when the dildo was finally pulled all the way out and the electric Kegels were re-instated. It is hard to believe that when Mistress first took my cherry, it was a one finger job and quite tight. Now I can take big toys and still hunger for more.

In fact, thinking back to when I was fortunate to be taken in hand by my owner, there were many challenges I would never have believed possible. For instance, who would have thought that one day I would willingly accept needles through my nipples without anything more than a murmur. Yet, without any warning my Mistress wished to insert needles in my nipples right now.

The warm rubber sheet and my gown were rolled up and tucked under my chin, my nipple zips were opened and my nipples revealed then subsequently pulled and extended. On the count of three a needle was pushed through each one in an operation that took less than two minutes. Mistress said she was pleased that I hadn't flinched with the needles, or even good enough to have earned some rewards. A deep breath when instructed helps to absorb the pain and this happy slave once more was fulfilling my promise to willingly do whatever my Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

The nipple needles were there to stay, I was covered up in the gown and rubber sheet again and Maggie did another temperature check by fondling her latex covered slave, declaring ‘I am still not convinced you are hot enough’.

I guessed I may experience another encounter with her hot hairdryer, and so I did, but not before Mistress had cleared away all her electrodes and smothered all my exposed bits with cocoa butter, gently massaging the butter into my skin. Now that did nearly embarrass me. Imagine, the soft massaging motion of a beautiful woman working on and around your groin; massaging gently and even easing the zips a little higher to expose even more of my excited quivering flesh. And then back to the Christmas theme of basting the turkey, Mistress once more turned on the hair dryer, fanning and directed its heat over the recently buttered areas and my rubber covering. By now I was getting genuinely hot!
 
Ah! At last Mistress declared that I may have been sufficiently warmed up, pricked, poked, gassed, basted, stuffed and even hot enough to have developed a thirst. I was kindly asked if I would like a drink ‘oh, yes please Mistress’. First though and because of all the various items that had found their way up my arse, Mistress said I should be cleaned internally and at the same time be rehydrated by absorption. After that if there was any liquid left I could have my drink.

I am not convinced that filling my back passage with fluid actually helps hydration, but as always, Maggie knows best and there is no better and easier way but for her to produce the warm, fresh fluids needed to clean out that orifice.

Once again I could hear the feint splash as a jug was being filled. I tried to look but the bondage inhibited my line of sight, so I had to be content with a description of what was happening. At least Mistress did bring the inflatable butt plug into my vision to ask if six pumps would keep the plug in? Yep, six pumps looked quite satisfactory through the round windows of the S10. Thank you for that Mistress! In went the nectar enema. Not particularly taxing because Mistress reserved some of her piss as a thirst quencher, but enough for me to once more relish that feeling that Mistresses fluids were now safely plugged inside her slave.

Finally I got to quench my thirst with what was left over from my enema as I took a sip on the presented tube. By this time my champagne had cooled and it turned out to be the most refreshing drink I had received for a long time. 2017 was actually turning out a lot better than my initial mistake with the text would have suggested. I think Maggie was moderately pleased with our progress in this first session after the break, and I was allowed down off the couch ready to learn about my rewards.

‘Slave, I am pleased with your progress, you have been very well behaved today and have earned yourself the privilege of licking my heels’. The enema was still gurgling about in my stomach as I took my place at her booted feet.

Naturally and as always, I had shown my devotions at the start of the session, when I had thrown myself at those thigh boots had given them considerable tonguing attention, right down to the open toes and Mistresses clearly visible red varnished toenails. Now I was allowed the delight of cleaning and consuming her high heels.

In each heel went and I actually smiled to myself that I was able to accommodate the whole length of Maggie's heels without gagging. I also had an added bonus; that I could gaze up those superbly crafted legs, past the tops of those boots, past those sacred and superbly latex enclosed thighs, past Mistresses tightly latex covered bottom, past her superb latex covered breasts with their nipple zips still, unfortunately, firmly closed, lingering a little on the striking three pronged necklace that provided the only colour to the severe black, and finally coming to rest on the most beautiful Mistress I could ever imagine.

I think I had almost pleased my Mistress during the session because as a final reward, I was allowed to pay homage to my Mistresses latex covered thighs. An area that is normally out of bounds and subject to punishment if I were to stray past the tops of her boots. It was a hard decision but what could an obedient slave do. Dive straight in. I gently caressed and licked her thighs with long slow movements. I must say her latex covered thighs are stunning, smooth and warm. Heat was radiating from my Mistresses abdomen and my own temperature was certainly starting to rise again. I loved every short moment that I was allowed in such proximity to that permanently excluded area.

Then it was all over. I had received my rewards for being a passable slave and it was off to the bathroom to deflate the enema bung and let the liquid flow. This is the only time I feel embarrassed in my Mistresses company. Next time I think I will suggest Mistress Maggie wears her newly completed Steampunk mask. As for the signs for 2017, if the rest of the year flows like this first session, this slave will continue to be in heaven and I will be able to serve my owner in whatever way she sees fit.

I will also revert to 14:30 arrival confirmed. Trying too hard to say how my slave existence depends wholly on my Mistress sometimes lands me in trouble!