Lisa - An Unassuming, Quiet Individual

After five and a bit years training, Mistress Maggie decided it was high time to introduce me to her female sub slave Lisa. Lisa is the only permanent, live in slave that Maggie keeps and has impeccable manners and a very quiet persona. I have already been introduced to Mistresses other pet, Ted but he can be a little spiky at times but Lisa is, well Lisa; totally pliable, devoted, quiet as the proverbial church mouse and prepared to do anything her owner instructs her to do. She can be a little cool, her skin can feel a little plasticky with the occasional sag here and there, age and over use has perhaps contributed to her appearance, but Lisa never ever complains. You may discern the faintest hiss as Lisa gets a little excited or perhaps a little deflated if she is frustrated, but other than that, no sounds. I will return to Lisa shortly.

Mistress greeted me in an olive latex uniform that looked alarmingly like a picture of a Russian officer topped off with a rather sinister peaked cap: One star of a field general but without the gold braid. Perhaps it should be Mistress General Maggie? That would be most suitable for this slave as, like any loyal and faithful soldier, I do exactly as ordered, immediately and without question.

Oh well, on my knees as instructed I think I provided a comfortable dais for my General to sit on whilst commanding her small Playroom army of three. In descending order of rank, Ted, Lisa and me.

When I first saw this picture, it took a long while to see past the image of my stunning General; her stylish court shoes, long nylon covered legs, gorgeous latex covered body, that absolutely wonderful bust line and of course her stunning good looks. But after that 'long while' I noticed the caricature that Mistress had commissioned for our centenary celebrations hanging on the wall just over her left shoulder, I had to break off to revisit my diary for that memorable session; the last time Mistress trusted me to serve her friends. . .  I digress. Back to Lisa who you can see quietly lying on the bed behind Mistress Maggie.

Mistress had been gradually increasing the size of my back passage and gently presenting aromas for my relaxation. She had just finished with an aroma soaked cloth when she told me I would be engaging in a military threesome this afternoon; I was required to fuck Lisa and Mistress was going to fuck me. A threesome with me as the meat in the sandwich! This had me confused; a relatively easy state for this simple slave to be in. I know that any thoughts of this type of activity on my part would have me severely chastised, yet here I was being ordered to mount Mistresses live-in love doll slave.

But first I was instructed to become more intimately acquainted with Lisa and introduce myself by cleaning and sniffing her private parts. Ah! that is where the aroma soaked pad had been deposited. It gave a slightly musty aroma to Lisa's genitalia, not unpleasant, so I set to work licking, kissing and generally introducing myself to my newly acquired friend. I could have sworn that her lady bits were located where her navel should be? It is strange the effects that a good dose of aromas can have on your senses.

Anyway, after these preliminaries, Mistress turned me over and expertly rolled a condom down my cock and told me to slide it  inside Lisa’s hole. As I mentioned, with the target somewhere around her midriff it was a strange angle of attack, but I eventually managed full penetration to be rapidly followed by Mistress and her strap-on achieving full penetration of her chosen target and that really got me thrusting. It must have been a bizarre sight; the gasmasked Lisa underneath with her privates lined up, myself and my fully loaded weapon in the middle fulfilling my temporary role as ‘naval orificer’, and my Mistress General Maggie bringing up the rear giving me orders not to shoot anything. ‘You do not cum. This is for the girls enjoyment!’

So I didn't. It was difficult to control, but I was relieved when both Mistress and Lisa appeared to have had their fill without any embarrassment on my part. I was surprised that Mistress then ordered me to strip naked and, after quickly tying my hands to the overhead ring, set about oiling up her slave. Now that was exciting! Her gloved hands rubbing the Playroom lube all over my body before inserting me into the grey plastic suit. I have happily worn this suit before, it has a short opening at the crotch which was used to access the wires to the inflated anal vibrator that Mistress had just inserted. The vibrator was set quite high and then I was sealed inside the green hazmat suit as well. Quite a lot of plastic then but no way to adjust the magnitude of the tremors that were now seismically affecting my back passage.

I was marched to the Clinic by General Maggie and ordered to mount the couch, not mount in the biblical sense of course; I had done all the mounting with Lisa, but as I lay there, Mistress attached a breathing mask to my face and zipped the whole lot inside the hazmat suit. The only way I could take in air was by drawing it down a length of plastic hose that emerged from behind my head. Maggie had once again excelled in her planning and every now and then, allowed whiffs of aroma to travel into my sealed environment.

Lisa wasn't the only one to be pumped up today. Just like Lisa I was about to become an inflatable plastic play toy for Maggie’s amusement. Mistress returned to the clinic in her lovely green hazmat suit and as I lay there I wondered what she was attaching to my legs. I soon found out when she switched on her electric pump and they blew up like balloons. Now I was rigid in more ways than one, as I could not bend my legs with the fully inflated leg splints.

Just when I thought I was pumped up quite enough Maggie unzipped my hazmat hood and removed my breathing mask, giving me a clear vision of my plastic Mistress. Something else was about to be pumped when she slipped my head into the inflatable plastic hood. We had a little discussion concerning the length of the breathing tube and a little adjustment was made to perfect it, and once I acknowledged that I was comfortable, Maggie huffed and puffed and completely blew my head up.

I lay there with a fat head, fat legs, the vibrator still pulsing away in my bum and the final straw, Maggie rested her Hitachi wand in my navel with its powerful vibrations set on maximum to really torment her slave. This time I really couldn't stop myself. As Maggie soothed my swollen head safely clothed inside her own hazmat suit, I gazed back at my stunning owner, so near yet so totally untouchable I just had to let myself go.

I wasn't on my own in letting my fluids flow. Back in the Playroom I took my place on the plastic covered bed and Mistress secured me down in a spread-eagle fashion. I was to be rehydrated after my taxing assignment in the hazmat suit and Mistress had plans to thoroughly quench my thirst. I then got a somewhat filtered view of what a real woman's anatomy looks like, Mistress stood in control above me pressing her used panties into my face, then fitted them across my eyes and nose and let out a stream of her juices for me to drink.

Although I am partial to a cup of filter coffee at times, I don't think I have ever had the pleasure of filtered champagne. Not that Maggie’s champagne needs any filtering, it is always perfect no matter how it is served, but I did have the benefit of being able to take the very wet panties home for future consumption and laundering.

And where was Lisa having been evicted from her bed? - Oh, just drying and hanging around. I did feel a little sorry for her as she had taken on a somewhat deflated, dejected look, which probably wasn't helped by the lengthy gas mask exercise she'd had to endure. However, it seems that it wasn't the aroma affecting my sense of direction, have a look where I was mounting Lisa for yourself.

Lisa - hanging around after having been thoroughly cleaned

I am pleased Mistress Maggie has introduced me to Lisa and I know my place in the Playroom pecking order.