(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.