Unfinished Business

Due to frailties and failings on my part in recent sessions, Mistress Maggie was unable to complete some of her planned activities. Only two weeks ago much needed advanced nipple play was halted due to a pain in the butt-plug, six months prior to that a prolonged bondage chair confinement was curtailed due to a pain in the neck, as a result my ass escaped a meeting with Maggie’s electric dildo. Mistress said she does not like me falling behind with my slave education and was determined to take measures to get my training back on track. We would be revisiting those abandoned scenarios today and taking the lessons again.

Anyway, before the unfinished business commenced, I had already blotted my copy-book by not having thoroughly cleaned my slave collar. Mistress made sure the collar was fastened on one notch tighter than usual to torment me for my laziness, then over the punishment stool, face down with Mistress astride my back for a good beating with the Playroom hairbrush. Who would think that an innocent item like a hairbrush could cause such carnage to a slaves resolve. The answer to that of course, is the way the brush was wielded by an expert in slave beatings. However, it was made a lot easier to bear, because in the mirror I could see the reflection of Mistress in her gold latex catsuit and feel her warmth on my bare back. An undeserved pleasure mixed with such thorough punishment, plus a promise that my collar will be so polished next time.

After warming my cheeks, preparatory widening of my asshole was to be addressed. I was instructed to retrieve the low bench and ready myself in the kneeling position with head touching the bench. The strap-on was sheathed just in front of my eyes so I knew exactly what was coming and Mistress took her place behind me, my reddened ass cheeks were separated and she mounted her slave from the rear. Nothing violent or brutal or painful. Maggie eased the tip of her rubber cock gently into my hole and within seconds of gentle inching in and out, I was thrusting backwards onto her well oiled shaft. After that my butt-plug slipped in almost inconspicuously and nestled there nicely; little chance of me complaining of pains in my butt plug today!

Earlier in the week Mistress had asked me how I was going on with my larger guiche jewellery. I had to explain the little matter of how my guiche had come out because one of my balls dropped off in the shower. No, not one of my bollocks, I mean the small silver ball that keeps my piercing in place! The piercing had not yet stretched to accommodate the thicker bar when the ball came unscrewed, and I rather stupidly removed the bar rather than re-fixing the errant ball. Try as I might I still had not managed to get the fiddly thing back in. Three days had gone by since it came out and Maggie insisted it needed putting back very soon. ‘Bring your piercing to session slave and I will reinstall it, failing that, I will have to cart you back to the piercing salon’.

Mistress will never admit defeat to a technical challenge, although it was evident that returning my guiche to its correct location was one of the more trickier challenges she had undertaken recently. However, to every problem there is always more than one solution and my Mistress, after a bout of head scratching and expletives, disappeared from the clinic to return with a much smaller bar, worked that through quite easily and the bigger bar followed without a hitch. The exercise had taken far longer than Maggie had expected but I knew from her voice that this bit of unfinished business had now been completed to her satisfaction and I felt really pleased to have my guiche back in. Note to self: keep your balls screwed tightly on!

Returning to the Playroom I donned my black latex catsuit, Mistress then set about another bit of unfinished business and the nipple clamps came out, to complete rather a sadistic part of Maggie’s curriculum that remained unlearned due to my frailties.

First the suction cups were planted on my chest to get my nipples standing proud, and once the nipples were big enough, Maggie could get a good grip on my buds. Talc was used to dry off the areola and get an even better grip and those square screw clamps were brutally attached. I became the subject of lots of security tests as Maggie yanked on the nipple clamps’ chain to check whether they were tight enough. Lots more grunts and even the odd sharp intake of breath from me as those screws kept turning, Mistress forever proving that one good turn deserves another!

Time to stand up and let those nasty clamps dangle, along with some playful 'encouragement' in the form of the Playroom vibrator. I was ordered with my back against the Cell bars where Maggie pressed on my chest to hold me there, whilst using the vibrator on my cock and balls. Her actions left me with a raging, frustrating erection and with that disarming little giggle Maggie fitted a latex apron round my waist to cover my rampant cock. In contrast, the heavyweight latex half mask that I had buckled on me was a whole lot more strict, with its long snug neck and small nostril holes it did a wonderful job of restricting my breathing.

Mistress sat on her throne and tucked into her packed lunch. The substandard polishing of my slave collar was raised again and Mistress said there was no time like the present to improve my polishing skills. ‘You can do some cleaning up while I’m having a rest slave, there’s a duster and polish on the cabinet for you.’ A lengthy period of slave cleaning was to be completed, I was supposed to work my way round the Playroom using the Mister Sheen and cloth, clean and polish all the equipment and clean the picture rail where everything was neatly hung. And there’s nothing as practical as killing two birds with one stone; Mistress receives help with her cleaning and I am rudely reminded of the high standards expected when attending to my slave collar.

My cleaning job was not as easy as it may sound. Firstly the traditional hooks used over the rail are little bastards to get back once disturbed and it was very easy to disturb them whilst removing the heavy items. Secondly, with my weight, standing on the bed, I sink and bounce and also sweat a lot with the exertions.

If you have ever tried to fix a clip wearing nipple clamps, tight mask and latex gloves whilst bouncing on a rubber bed, it is very easy to drop the hooks and of course the only place they choose to fall is down the side of the bed. I retrieve them, pulling the bed away from the wall, fumbling down the side of the bed, trying to live with the excruciating pain as I catch the nipple chain which makes me sweat even more, push the bed back and start again. The sweat becomes a distraction in itself as the salty water trickles down inside the half mask into your eyes and blurs vision even more. . . another hook chooses to fall. . . and so it goes on. Who would believe that a simple cleaning task could send a slave into such a state of rubber submission.

Mistress sighed saying that what had taken me half an hour normally takes her two minutes. My response? 'I can never be as good as my Mistress'. Hmmm. I suspect this may end up as more unfinished business.

The last bits of unfinished business were about to be addressed, as Mistress carefully manoeuvred the high backed bondage chair under the overhead gantry and one of her heavy leather waist corsets was strapped around my waist. She pulled and pulled on the straps until it could be tightened no further which gave me that wonderful feeling of being very secure. From their various locations on those miserable little picture frame clamps, Mistress collected the leather restraints suitable for strapping and buckling me to the bondage chair. Why is it that not one of the clamps came off when Maggie unloaded them? Wrist straps and diagonal chest straps, which occasionally disturbed my re-tightened nipple clamps, a wrap round each arm, straps round each ankle and I was securely fixed. My nipples, cock and balls all on display and easily accessible to their owner.

A final touch to my restriction was the addition of the Lithuanian gas mask. With a little practice you can actually play a little tune through the outlet valve as it produces it rich low pitched rumble on breathing out. Mistress appeared nonplussed with some of the tunes I was trying to trumpet, although I know Mistress occasionally appreciates a bit of music while working and has often been known to burst into song herself.

Mistress had constructed a back brace for the chair, made specifically to address the problem of neck ache whilst reclining. It is beautifully made, attached by rope to the back of the chair and absolutely perfect for preventing your head lolling backwards. The playroom was filled with the sound of rattling metal as Mistress collected the chains she would use to hold the chair and Maggie attached two stout chains and gently reclined me and the chair backwards, past 45 degrees. I got a feeling of deja-vu; a previous session had been halted at this point because of my aching neck. This time, I relaxed with my head against the new back rest and immediately knew I wouldn't have neck problems, in fact more chance of suffering too much comfort. I have oft said I have the perfect, most versatile and caring owner a slave could ever wish for.

And the finale of all Mistresses hard work was completion of the electric dildo play. One of the hidden gems of the Bondage Chair is the hole in the seat, ideally located for Mistress to access a slaves back passage and this is exactly what Maggie had in store for me. She could reach underneath to remove the butt plug and replace it with something a little more shocking. Through the misting eyepieces of the Lithuanian mask I could see a long silver object being readied for deployment, in fact Maggie made a point of showing me the invader. ‘This is the big shocking toy you missed last time slave’, and I felt something big being squeezed onto my cock then, moments later felt something even bigger being eased up my backside. I was already well stretched for this and the electrode slid in very easily.

As the electro circuits were brought online I approached that state where I knew I would embarrass myself, but I was determined to hold on because Mistress makes the decision on when or if I am allowed any orgasms. Mistress put her gas mask on and joined in with the breathing games, finally taking me over the edge as she slowly eased the giant electrode dildo in and out, then gradually increasing the frequency I could hear her words through our gas masks. ‘OK slave, all unfinished business completed, you can cum now’ and I did. No embarrassment this time, Mistress Maggie had allowed me the release that she had been building throughout our unfinished business, and I had very successfully received all the delights that I had denied myself in previous sessions.

Another perfect day in the life of a very happy and contented slave.