Friday 25 August 2017

(I) Like Watching Paint Dry

I had almost completed the cleaning and worshipping duties of Mistress Maggie's black court shoes, the slender ones where, with a surreptitious movement of the tongue I can just tickle her instep, when she announced that we must move on due to a tight timetable today. This in itself was unusual because Mistress is normally incredibly generous with her session time, in fact if British Rail ran to similar relaxed timetables, it would be in a right pickle. But I always obey my owner, so putting my tongue away I quickly knelt to attention at her feet, bare naked apart from my red socks and gloves.

I could only imagine what Maggie had in store for me, as usual she had kept me in a puzzled state of suspense. Other than instructing me to bring my red latex kit bag to session and warning me that it may be necessary to open a window today, I’d been given no real clues in her calling mail. Maggie asked me to lean forward so she could hood me, and once again on went the easy to wear, black, full rubber hood that I had spent so much happy time in during the previous session. The contents of my red kit bag were laid out and lightly talced for ease of dressing, my bum was stuffed with a big red butt plug and Maggie zipped me into my tight fitting red catsuit. Why red? All will become clear.

We relocated into the White room where Maggie strapped me to the couch; secure but not tight. For a moment I thought my cock and balls would be subjected to some of Mistress’ devious punishments, because she was unzipping my genital area making sure I was fully exposed, but to my surprise she announced I would be receiving a shave. Before I knew it Maggie had assembled her stainless steel operators tray at the foot of the couch, donned a plastic apron and was wielding her razor.

Strange I thought, as I had already paid a lot of attention to my depilation, because I have learned that missing a few stray pubes can result in one helluva justified chastisement. It is a most sensual experience, lying there with your owner expertly lathering up your cock and balls with soap and water, then gently working her disposable razor round both shaft and balls.

I was pleased that Mistress hadn’t detected any omissions in my shaving, but she did reaffirm that I needed to be absolutely hair free, and finishing with the razor she continued to rub me dry with a towel and gave my cock and balls a liberal dosing with talcum powder. The area was then deemed as prepared, apart from a little light lotion which Maggie carefully smoothed over the dried, shaved, talc'd area.

Now it all started to fit; why the red suit, why the thorough shave, dry and oil, and even why in the calling mail Mistress indicated she may need to open the window. That bit had me really mystified, until Maggie brought out a plastic bottle and started mixing liquid latex; red liquid latex, although sitting there in the bottle it did definitely look pink!

Liquid latex technology appears to have improved since I tried latexing the inside of a pair of old jeans many, many years ago and long before I was privileged to meet my Mistress. At that time it did smell quite pungent but now, as Maggie mixed the chemicals we could not detect any notably bad odours so the window in the Clinic remained shut. Now it was my turn to wear a plastic apron, but unlike Maggie’s mine had a hole in the middle for my shaved area to poke through, rather appropriate really, as my cock looked like a poker after all the attention it had received.

Maggie decided to paint the underside of my balls first and in order to get a good hands-free view a little cock support was needed. A clamp and a length of rope held my cock to my collar, which did a fine job of keeping everything in place while she painted on the latex and used her hair-dryer to help it set, you get an odd feeling as the liquid latex begins shrinking and adhering to your skin. Maggie mentioned she had tried the liquid latex on her arm, hence why the thorough shave. ‘You will appreciate the shave I’ve done for you when we come to rip the latex off you later’.

This was why the tight timetable. Not to finish earlier, but to apply and dry many thin layers of the latex on and around my cock and balls. After each application came a blow with the Playroom hair dryer until the sticky substance had dried, changing from the pink to a final red colour. As a safety precaution Maggie fitted a condom over the tip of my cock to avoid any bad reactions. The painting continued; a thin coat followed by a good warm blow, working all the time around and over the condom until Maggie was satisfied with her artistry and her latex paint was used up. She performed a touch test on her finely painted masterpiece and said that it required a good blowing to dry it completely. Yes, Mistress then finished me off, well almost literally, with a prolonged blow job. . . from the hair dryer!

After that the liquid latex was allowed some natural drying time. Ahh - I was just happy laying there watching my Mistress float about in her latex, nicely snug and secure, latex covered and waiting for the paint to dry. I liked the quiet. However, Mistress wasn't too happy about waiting with nothing to entertain her and had devised a few interesting distractions for her slave. For instance, I could use the time to improve my breath control and out came the red rebreather helmet that I have easily worn on a few occasions, in fact Maggie commented that due to the masks limited air holes I would only be able to see her as I breathed out and the hood was in its expanded state.

That was a comment I had made myself a long time ago in another blog, it shows that my owner does know her slave, but what hadn't been anticipated was the interaction between the latex hood that was now becoming a permanent and welcome accessory and the red latex of the rebreather. Try as I might I couldn't get the bag to inflate, when it did the two hoods clung together and I was really struggling.

Whizzing the hood off quickly Mistress abandoned the experiment and went off muttering something about incompetent slaves, but she soon returned again waving a small item for my attention, and sounding unfazed she placed it on my face. 'A nice, used pair of my panties for you slave'. That in itself was fine; essence of Maggie is always a turn on, but not content with a little gusset sniffing Mistress produced a large plastic bag, eased it over my head and making sure the panties were appropriately placed she pulled the bag down over my shoulders. Because of my position on the couch, it produced a very effective seal around my shoulders and I was left thinking about fragrant panties, gazing at my wonderful owner through the bag and slowly starting to gasp for air. Well! That certainly took my mind off the drying latex.

A close glance at the photo shows the excellent results of a red sheathed latex cock and balls. A brilliant result for the inaugural painting and I do like acting as my owners Guinea Pig. You can see the only bit of my skin that was left exposed to the Clinic air. The photo gives an excellent study of my guiche and the red jewels that keep it securely in place. Yes red jewels.

Maggie hadn’t quite finished with my cock and balls yet and when she fetched her scissors I became quite concerned. 'I need to chop off the end', she announced. After all her hard and patient work, would it all end with Mistress chopping off my end?

I gulped. My thoughts rolled back to the castration I narrowly avoided recently and I wondered if the red latex was to camouflage any blood. . . I really shouldn't worry about Mistresses cock and balls so much. Maggie’s plans for my latex covered member only involved chopping the end off the condom. Once snipped, Mistress delighted in producing a couple of Rosebud sounds and gently inserting them deeply down my cock.

I am fairly certain Mistress would have fitted several more, I have easily accommodated 4 or 5 in the past, however, I had to be honest with my owner and announced that I was close to cumming. Not yet. After a couple of flicks to really rattle my libido the sounds were just as gently removed, leaving me frustrated yet relieved that I had managed to control myself. Only just though.

I still have a long way to go with controlling my natural urges, or perhaps I am exactly at the stage my Mistress wants. She controls my breathing, my hearing, all my bodily functions are in her hands including the ability to make me ejaculate. I think she was happy with what we had achieved and we adjourned back to the Playroom. As I mentioned, Mistress was on a tight schedule watching the paint dry and some things she had wished for today would need to wait until another day. In the meantime, me and my by now very red hot poker were sent to bed in the Playroom for a little more ‘watching paint dry time’.

Mistress chose to double hood me, a red rubber gas mask was added to augment my breathing, then spread-eagled on the bed I was left to contemplate how fortunate I am to have my Mistress as my owner. You can see the results of my contemplations. I have a huge red erection and no relief.

As I lay there, frustrated and rasping through the gas mask Mistress added a further layer to my frustrations by tucking me under the black latex bed sheet. Maggie teased me for a few moments and moved her hands over the latex layers and I spontaneously combusted. ‘Way too premature slave’, said Mistress, but I simply couldn't help it. Without direct stimulation Mistress had manipulated my senses to such a degree that I just came.

Lost in that post-orgasm euphoria, listening to the gentle music playing in the background, I lay there in the dark, until Maggie pulled back the top of the sheet. I could see her swaying seductively to the music and I do believe she too was enjoying the moment.

All good sessions must come to an end and as usual I offered to stay around and help with the tidying up. Quite a lot of sweaty latex had accumulated during the session that all needed washing and hanging to dry.

In the midst of all the cleaning Maggie said she desperately needed the toilet and quickly dashed to the loo, but as is her excellent bladder control she stopped mid flow, realising that she need not use the toilet when her eager slave is on hand to drink it, she called me over and ordered me on to my back on the bathroom floor, where she carefully squatted just above my mouth and told me not to spill any. ‘Absolutely Ma’am, instruction understood Ma’am’. Quite a finale to watching the paint dry and I know Mistress Maggie was well pleased with her slave, consuming her urine and not spilling one drop.

Thursday 10 August 2017

Podiatry, Pegging and Prototyping

Dressed in my casual latex t shirt and proudly wearing my leather slave collar once again I was making my way to the Chambers of Mistress Maggie, and giving thought as to what may be in store for me today. Maggie was a little excited about a new hood she had designed and I suspected it would be down to me to act as her test pilot; a role I love doing for my Mistress. She had e-mailed me and one or two comments suggested that her design was almost ready and would 'leave me breathless'. What I hadn't anticipated was an up close and personal encounter with the new dildo harness Mistress had ordered on our recent trip to Cathouse.

I checked my watch three times just to be on the safe side and at exactly 14:30 I rang the Chambers bell. That familiar thrill was still there, in fact a more intense thrill after all my training, also that familiar fear of where my learning might take me today were both present as I pressed the doorbell. I saw Maggie's features through the semi opaque glass panel and as the front door slowly opened I got an eyeful of the new harness, complete with a large glass dildo pointing towards me in a somewhat threatening manner. I didn't know where I should look. I love looking at my beautiful Mistress but this little blighter looked as though it was beckoning me to come in. In reality it was Maggie who was doing the beckoning and I was soon following her undulating red latex tights up towards the Playroom, while the forward facing glass monster disappeared from view.

As I was licking and kissing Mistresses red boots I did literally get an eyeful of the crystal monster. Maggie’s boots were long ones; way beyond her knees, and at the end of one of my very long licks towards the top of the boots, what should poke me in the eye but the clear dildo. It didn't hurt, but unfortunately for me, I’d made the mistake of nuzzling against the invader a little too lovingly for Mistresses liking and was soon hearing the crinkling sound of a plastic bag being unfurled. Quickly I attempted to redouble my efforts down at the foot end of the boots, but Mistress reminded me of the rules 'No contact above the footwear!’, and had me kneel between her latex thighs to have the plastic bag placed over my head.

Not a punishment as such. Mistress knows her slave loves to surrender my very breathing into her care and so the bag was tightened and held until I was pleading, converting the last vestiges of oxygen into carbon dioxide. Maggie pulled me closer and gazed into my eyes and asked ‘What do you need slave, my kiss or my air?’ Without hesitation 'Kiss please’, I gasped and I felt the warmth of her wonderful kiss through the plastic. Of course my owner didn't want to loose her slave, well not this early in the proceedings, so after a few last gasps of useless air I was allowed freedom and huge gulps of fresh Playroom air.

After that I received assistance getting into my black catsuit and a very comfortable black latex hood, which, although I didn't realise at the time, was to remain my friend for the whole of the session. Mistress was transforming me, as sometimes pleases her, into her total rubber plaything.

Completely rubberised I was now given another honour, that with her guidance Mistress allows me to perform; treatment for her feet. Mistress eased her lithe form onto the couch in her Clinic, then lounging back with her legs in the stirrups presented the foot manicure case to me. I have learnt that this can be a relaxing, sensual experience for Mistress as well as a very stimulating service for her slave! I needed to constantly remind myself that I was there to make Maggie’s feet feel beautiful and not to gaze at her radiance, or for that matter, dwell on what she might do with the monumental crystal dildo that was once again pointing at me from centre front.

The long red boots that I had just worshipped were carefully removed and put to one side. Fine emery boards had been supplied so I could work away on Maggie’s feet, smoothing away any rough skin I detected. Mistress is after all a very active lady, it’s hardly surprising her feet take a hammering, and I love being able to use my increasing podiatry skills to return them to their delicate tip top condition. Once smooth, Mistress likes her special foot lotion massaged into her feet to finish the process, 'not between the toes, slave’. A comment which I had remembered from my previous pedicure duties.

Mistress insisted I should not get foot lotion on my latex gloves and instructed me to don a pair of the Clinic's black disposable ones before applying the cream. I've never used these gloves before and struggled to stretch them sufficiently to fit my hands, but what a pleasant sensation. Once I snapped them into place they actually sealed not only my latex covered hands but also part way up the sleeve of the suit. More latex, I was loving these new gloves, but of course as soon as the foot massage was done I had to discard them, to prevent covering everything else in cream while Mistress was continuing her planned session in comfort.

With the foot treatment successfully concluded it was my turn on the couch, with my legs wide apart. I knew we were about to test not only the new dildo harness but the stretchiness and openness of my bottom, because Maggie was wearing the black Clinic gloves now and already doing a good job of making sure my opening was well lubricated. I was strapped down, not that I wanted to get away, but more of a symbolic reminder of Mistress’ authority and grandeur, before receiving the most thorough pegging I have ever received.

On at least two occasions I thought Mistress was going to allow her slave some relief, but as I have been taught, I advised my owner that . . . I think I am going to cum! . . and on both occasions an immediate stop and a plaintive frustrated voice from her frustrated slave . . . No, I am not cumming Mistress. Maggie adjusted the couch slightly to alter the angle of attack and slid her glass rod inside my eager bottom for a second pegging; fast and furious and face to face with my Mistress. Unfortunately, or perhaps very fortunate in view of how close I was to involuntary melt down, Mistress stopped, stood back admiring her handiwork and commented with a grin. ‘What a massive hole you have now slave’ and promptly sealed the opening with my butt plug and we moved back to the Playroom.

Things quickly began hotting up and I became a lot more rubbery. I was guided into a second rubber skin, by way of the all enclosing rubber bondage sack and strapped in place. Mistress helped me on to the Throne which she had carefully positioned under the overhead gantry, a roll of rubber bandages emerged from behind the Playroom blinds and she used them with very good effect to bind me to the chair.

Now to that illusive prototype that I had been so looking forward to trialling. I must admit to looking a little strange for about ten minutes as Maggie proudly fitted her mask on me for its initial testing. A helmet with two giant tusks and a drinking tube that I was told to grab between my teeth. Maggie braced herself, presumably for what she anticipated to be a tricky fitting, however, on the count of three it was pulled over the top of my existing hood and successfully went on at first attempt, completely sealing my face inside. What an incredible feeling to have the tight mask completely engulf me in yet more rubber.

I now knew why Mistress had permanently attached my zip on hood at the start and didn't remove it; no unruly moist hair to deal with, just a splash of talc, a little tug and it was on.

Satisfied with the tight fit and ease of putting it on Mistress explained how she planned to develop the masks potential; full breath control, ability to drink, and from that I assumed prolonged wearing of the mask. Mistress does enjoy being in full control of the minions in her charge, especially rubber ones, and I could see why she was excited with the prototype. Naturally there remained work to do, but I was lucky enough to be allowed to inhale a blast of aroma through one of the tusks before I saw the hood removed and consigned out of harms way for further development.

I was already quite hot in my two layers of rubber, moreso with the headrushing aromas, they made me feel intensely warm all over and I was truly relaxed as I sat there wobbling on my rubber stuffed ass watching Mistress set up her enema equipment on the overhead gantry. Well, she isn't really going to give me an enema, I thought. Two layers of latex and me plugged securely would make that rather difficult even for my very inventive owner. Instead, Mistress casually dropped her trousers, stood right in front of me and filled a waiting jug with her nectar. Not a drop spilt (thank goodness) and a big smile behind my mask. Ahh - that's what the enema bag is for, and in my haze I could already imagine having my mouth filled with the warm golden nectar.

Sometimes slaves do get what they desire. Maggie strapped a breathe through gag into my mouth before pouring her fluids into the enema bag above me, the contents were soon running down the tube directly into my waiting mouth. In future, the drinking tube in the tusker may be used, but in the meantime the traditional gag would suffice for alternating my little drinks of nectar with little sniffs of the aroma. I got the impression that Mistress thought I was enjoying the process far too much, she opted to add a rebreather bag to make life more entertaining for herself and stressful for her slave.

I am no longer a novice to rebreathing and knew from previous experience to take long, slow breaths to get a very limited intake of fresh air through the base of the rebreather. Exhaling as much as you can forces a small amount of stale air from the bag and when you inhale a small amount of clean air is drawn in.

Mistress didn't help my concentration by adjusting the aromas, opening the drinking tube and just generally teasing her latex plaything. I managed to breath well though and more importantly I managed to finish my drink. All in all I reflected on another wonderful experience in rubber with my rubber Mistress.

With the addition of a blindfold Maggie maintained the rebreather for a little while longer. I sat and concentrated on the deep breath in, deep breath out routine until Maggie finally decided that I had received enough controlled breathing for the day, I was released from the rubber bandages, blindfold removed and eased carefully onto the latex bed to be covered in one of those very nice, very thick and totally opaque black rubber sheets for a little quiet reflection time.

I hadn't had this little luxury for a while and as I lay there in my own quiet rubber world I thought about the prospect of wearing the tusk helmet for extended periods and how exciting that might be. I thought about the rubber helmet that I had been wearing almost from the start of the session and how nice it felt to be permanently fully rubbered. I tried to wiggle my butt plug but it wouldn't budge, so I thought about watching my Mistress ramming the glass dildo rapidly in and out, but mainly I thought of Mistress Maggie and how fortunate I had been to be accepted for training almost six years ago.

I suspect I will see a lot more of the Tusk helmet once the improvements are complete, and I suspect that the comfortable latex hood and my head may become inseparable during many future training sessions, as nicely demonstrated today it made applying and removing hoods and helmets far easier for my Mistress.