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.