My Dilemma

It was Monday, my nose was streaming like a tap and I really felt worse for wear. If I felt like this on Friday I knew I may have to disappoint my owner by missing my scheduled appointment. What to do? Cancel and miss out on a much needed fix of pervery and probably piss off Mistress, but if I did do that it may enable Mistress Maggie to rebook one of her other slaves. Or should I fight the cold and keep my appointment. I was determined to see my owner and it was only a cold after all. I can shake it off. I must shake it off.

By Thursday when the calling mail arrived, I knew I had made the right decision. I was in much need of some training time and I needed to see and serve my Mistress; what I didn’t need was letting her down or worse still, giving her my cold. The details of what Maggie intended for me in the session were unusually scant, giving me nothing to muse over, so I just fantasised in general about Maggie. When I arrived Mistress greeted me at the door wearing undergarments that were about as scanty as her calling mail; a vision in tight, pink trimmed latex. Following Mistress up the stairs in her high heels and little latex shorts, I had that familiar temptation to accidentally bury my nose into those wonderful bottom cheeks. But I know that unless I am invited, it’s not my place to stick my nose where it shouldn’t be and quickly regathered my thoughts and stepped back into line.

Once in the Playroom it seemed a good time to tell Maggie about my earlier cold and how I hoped to be able to achieve anything and everything asked of me despite being probably only 85% recovered.

The session commenced with an enjoyable period of shoe worship, under Maggie’s instruction I was to concentrate on cleaning the uppers of her shoes only, and that there would be plenty of time to attend to her fine heels later. In the meantime I would once again be transformed into my owners private rubber slave and was ordered into my full heavyweight catsuit, socks and gloves. Standing fully rubberised awaiting my orders I could see Mistress arranging a plastic bag, a sign that I would likely be having some breath training today. I did not have to wait too long for an intense bagging, Mistress had me kneel between her gorgeous thighs and watched as I slowly used up the air and finally had to beg for her to relax her grip on my breathing. All the while I was gazing at my owner through the plastic and wondering if this was the last heavenly vision I would see. Ah, some angel!.

Moving to the White Room I was to lay on the couch, putting my backside in a most convenient position for Maggie to unzip me and stuff my red butt plug friend inside me, she then began fastening the PVC straps that would keep me secured during my treatments. No problems with my butt plugs entry, but I did receive problems from Maggie’s shoe as she appeared to delight in using the protruding red end of my dildo for target practice. She must have been a footballer in the past because each kick was unerringly accurate and quite firm!. Right on target on the red end and I think she scored with every kick. It is a good job there is a sizeable flange on the plug otherwise it could have ended up somewhere behind my rib-cage.

Mistress had plans for further breathtaking fun for her slave, a modified gas mask suitable for rebreathing was the order of the day, and once fitted snugly, the aroma pumping hose was screwed on the front. New aromas this week, supposed to be more mellow if the label is anything to go by! I’m not sure, but I think I prefer the one I was allowed last time.

There was no mention from Maggie as to what operations she was about to do, but what happened next and confirmed by the photos, was something I have dreamed about for some time. With all the rubbery noises and ball tightening that was going on down below I sensed that my owner was attempting to recreate a picture I had favoured on Flickr, whereby a gentleman had his cock and balls tightly enclosed in thin, tight black latex. It was strangely haunting imagining my cock and balls in a similar condition, a thought that I believed could only be a dream, never to be fulfilled.

Well, never underestimate the power, creativity and ingenuity of my first class Mistress. She has the ability to make a lot of dreams come true and this dream was now being made into reality. Turning my genitals into a black rubber bundle took Maggie quite a while, much adjustment needed, use of plan B and even plan C, some very tender and occasional rough handling of my cock and balls and ingenious use of her black stockings, until she was finally pleased with her creation. Maggie still hadn’t given any indication of how she had adorned her property, but I just knew. I could definitely feel the interesting pressure her handiwork had provided and couldn’t wait for the pictures.

Mistress put on a pair of latex opera gloves and came to check me out, to see if I was OK with the gas mask. Oh yes, and quite a few squirts of the aroma bulb had me chilled out and relaxed, which was quite fortunate as Mistress wanted to broaden other horizons and whispered in that incredibly sexy voice that is generally the precursor to some hard work on my part, that she was going to attempt to insert a whole hand up my backside.

The aromas had worked well and my sphincter felt ready to accommodate Mistresses hand. The chair was adjusted to the right height to suit her arm movements, then with lots of lubrication and a thorough, penetrating, and rather pleasant anal massage Maggie was keen to get started with her slaves first real fisting attempt.

She gently and firmly rotated her fist, pushing a bit more and topping up the lube I could feel my hole stretching, her fingers were easily sliding in and out . . . in and out . . .  but she couldn’t manage to get her thumb knuckle past my sphincter. Maggie did not force the issue, rather, she patted my strapped stomach and said, ‘well done slave’.

Never mind, I had a big asshole by now and just by chance Maggie had a massive manhandler, a dildo with operating handle, that offered no resistance and slipped in easily. Once more the depth and stimulation was such that I couldn’t tell if I wanted to pee or spurt. Maggie made good use of the huge invader and I must admit to liking the sensations quite a bit!

To complete my anal exercises and fill the space that had been made available by the manhandler and attempted fisting, a string of anal beads was inserted. They popped in easily as well and all that was left protruding was the ring pull to aid extraction. They are very comfortable to wear and could easily have been left up there without any discomfort or anyone knowing, although the smile they put on your face might act as a giveaway.

The rebreathe gas mask I had been wearing was now used for its true intended purpose. Mistress explained that my rebreathing ability was to be advanced and she would be keeping a check on the clock, the hose was removed and a 6L rebreathe bag screwed on in its place. ‘Last time slave you managed 1 minute, today we will try for 1:15.’  Well, 1:15 came and I was feeling fine and when asked ‘do you want to go on?’ I nodded and grunted. So on we went, rebreathing my own air; 1:30, 1:45, grunt and yes, until we passed 2 minutes and Maggie called a halt with another ‘well done slave’.


I was rewarded for my rebreathing improvement and Maggie opened the zip on the re-breather bag and popped some aroma inside it. I was then given permission to caress her wonderful latex clad bottom, a pleasure made even more mesmerising with the medicinal properties of the aromas.

With the hydraulic gynae couch lowered so I could step off safely, we moved gently and carefully back to the Playroom for more of Maggie’s planned activities. Possibly the combination of standing up, aromas and the fact that I was less than 100% fit had me totally knackered, and I mean mind numbingly debilitated. Mistress was concerned, as she always is for her playthings, the mask was removed, followed by all of the rubber cock and ball ornamentation and I was told to lay down to recover. It is amazing how much energy is sapped trying to please your Mistress, but I think the main contributor to my coming to a halt was my lack of fitness. I still think I made the right choice to attend rather than rearrange my appointment yet still needed to apologise to my owner for having let her down.

After a grateful swig of water, recovery was swift and I was able to resume worshipping my Mistresses footwear. She lay down on the low bench and raised up one of her gorgeous and incredibly shapely legs to my very eager mouth. ‘I would like stylised worship of my heels today slave. Lick them just like a pussycat would’. I never tried to lick like a cat before, so I just moderated my usual long slow licks a little, moving along the high heels and curling my tongue up at the end of each stroke, first one foot then the other, then both heels were presented together. Maggie was smiling at me and it was a hard task to avoid staring at her very tight lingerie that was only a couple of feet away from her slaves catlike mouth. That was a lovely end to the session and I may have mentioned this before, but I do think Mistress Maggie has the most beautiful pair of legs a slave could wish for. Don’t you agree?

My dilemma had been resolved. I would have liked to be 100% fit for my owner but I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to serve for any reason, if I could possibly avoid it.