Had I died and gone to heaven? It sounded too good to be true and as the session progressed there were the odd discretionary diversions orchestrated by Maggie, but overall I was one ecstatically happy, albeit rather warm at times, rubber plaything for the most wonderful Mistress a slave could imagine.
It was a cold dank day when I arrived and Mistress had thoughtfully deployed two room heaters in her Playroom. On this one occasion I was invited to strip off my clothes and change into my socks, gloves and leather slave collar in the presence of Mistress and in the Playroom warmth. I have absolutely no inhibitions at anything Mistress requires me to do, and why would I? I felt relaxed and warm as I changed as instructed, although somewhat embarrassed as my cock stood quickly to attention the moment I glimpsed my owner, she appeared so serene in her black hooded latex robe and long leather boots, relaxing on her throne in the corner. I know her slave should be able to control that reaction, but short of chopping off my balls, which is perhaps another comment I should not make, Mistress will always generate that response, as she is the most sensual person I have ever met.
Back to the DFP. I was sent to the Bathroom to deposit my outer clothes out of the way. I didn't linger as it was just a tad chilly as I quickly checked my collar, made sure everything was OK and returned to knock on the door and wait, as I have been trained to do when entering any room containing my Mistress.
Ah, those long leather boots again. Mistress pointed to the tops and said the boots were very dirty after my last pitiful attempt and how I must do a better job of cleaning by generating much more saliva this time to lift off the dirt. That was divine torture, because as my licks approached the top of the boots I discovered that Mistress was once again naked under her latex gown. The rules dictate that I must restrict my licking to the footwear, but if I remember rightly, the Chambers rules do not mention that a slave cannot gaze in wonderment at Mistresses nakedness. So restricting my pleasure to the odd furtive glance I continued to work my tongue on the dirtiest patches near the tops of the boots. I am sure Mistress knew and teased her slave more by stretching the top of the boots to allow a proper clean and show off more of her bare flesh.
After the very long task of boot cleaning Maggie was happier with my performance today, and that’s when my dilemmas really started. I am not sure why because I have been a big rubber fan for a very long time, but when Mistress asked how I would like to dress for pleasure today I was totally flummoxed. I mean, expecting a slave to think about how a DFP session should progress was torture. The only item Maggie said I was to wear was a pair of tight latex pants with an anal sheath that I had never been introduced to before and the rest was my choice.
Amazing, the pants were actually plugged into the wall socket. Heated latex pants eh? Now that's a novelty. It turned out that Maggie had inserted a vibrating butt plug into the anal sheath and was making sure it was fully charged before allowing her slave to feel their delights. Dilemma one. 'Would you like something tight round your cock and balls slave?' If I said yes, would it show Mistress that I love that type of restraint? Was I being drawn into a spiders web for future sessions? Of course I said 'Yes please’, it means I get my Mistress playing with her property as she tightly attaches the leather cock and ball straps. A definite 'Yes please!'
Greased up, the anal invader was turned on and slipped easily home. A moment of amusement for Mistress when she needed a couple of probes to find the entry point and with each attempt, the pressure sensitive switch in the vibrator moved it to another program. Laughing, she giggled ‘OK, too bad. You'll have to put up with a random buzz program today slave.' It turned out to be three short bursts, one long one, then a momentary quiet time, a rather pleasant sensation that would gradually build the longer it remained in place.
Unlike me, Mistress had already decided how she would like to be dressed and produced a shiny latex garment for herself. ‘Help me into my catsuit slave’. This request required absolutely no thought at all and was definitely a 'yes please' before Maggie had even finished asking. But before we got started Mistress had another thought. ‘Would you like that nice corset or a harness to keep you secure in all that latex slave?’ And then I realised, Mistress really does know me well and everything she ‘asked’ about was a foregone conclusion. I didn’t say no and so the corset was fitted round my midriff, nice and tight. I felt a little happier knowing I wasn’t really having to make decisions after all.
It was about now that the consequences of the very tight latex coverings were making themselves felt. As I helped Mistress into her catsuit, gently easing it up her smooth white back, and very carefully easing the zip from her derrière to the nape of her neck, I naturally felt a stirring lower down and that was it, only stirrings. The rubber coverings were so tight, I could have passed for a woman I had such a wonderfully tightly covered abdomen and groin, but an erection? - no chance whatsoever, there was definitely not enough space for one of those! In the past I have helped Mistress remove her suit at the end of a session but helping her dress for pleasure in her latex was on a totally different plane. Mistresses freshly licked thigh boots were zipped on top and I was allowed to polish her all over and enhance her shine.
With the application of the gas mask over my working hood and the aroma tube screwed in place, the last vestiges of communicating directly with my Mistress were removed, nor could I see my Mistress directly. Now inside my rubber world I had to rely on the lenses to provide my link to the real world outside. Maggie allowed a few puffs as a reward, I don’t think I had experienced this brand of aroma before but it was giving a nice relaxing feel to a surreal situation. Every now and then Maggie held her hand over the tube and smiled as the gas mask drew tightly against my air deprived face. Could our DFP get any better?
Well yes actually. Mistress decided that a few chains would be an appropriate addition to my DFP experience. And so it was. I was loosely chained to the bed and my hands chained to my corset, preventing me from reaching out to touch my wonderful latex Mistress. Try as might I could not reach her as she moved sensually around the bed. Then suddenly I couldn't even see the outside world through my goggles, as a blindfold was carefully placed over them and all contact was curtailed as Mistress left the room.A short while later Mistress returned and she began releasing my right hand from its temporary chain, she sat down next to me and announced that she would be reading me a story from a 1980's ‘Dressing For Pleasure’ magazine. I wasn't really able to concentrate on the story being totally mesmerised by the very sound of Mistresses voice. I lay there TOTALLY enclosed in rubber and getting warmer and warmer inside my many layers of that wonderful material. I should have asked for the heaters to be turned down, but I didn't want to interrupt my Mistress and made the wrong choice by squirting another sniff of aroma to help me feel cooler, of course that did nothing other than making me more mesmerised. As the story continued I became hotter and hotter until I had to request Mistress to remove the mask to cool down.
Every cloud has a silver lining as they say, as unwittingly my request revealed a wonderful surprise. During my period of solitude Mistress had quietly changed into her hood with attached braided hair.I was overwhelmed with how stunning she looked. If I had not asked for the mask off how long a delay would I have had before being allowed to see my exquisite Mistress?. Yet another fine DFP dilemma presented to her slave, and the silly thing was that once Maggie was aware I was hot she had absolutely no qualms about turning down the heaters.
It didn’t take long for me to once again feel comfortable in my latex layers, and although my need for cooling air had changed the ambiance of the session Mistress still had two final pleasures for her loyal slave. Maggie put on her long rubber mack and belted it tightly, then guided me into the latex bondage sack. I was strapped into the sack and laid back on the bed where Mistress gently cuddled her rubber slave and wrapped me tightly into bed. Unfortunately such hot pleasures cannot last forever and eventually the session had to end. As I stood to attention ready to have all the suits removed, Mistress allowed me to put my rubber covered arms round her and gently stroke her latex covered body. This delightful privilege would normally solicit a bulging growth down below but any reaction was suppressed totally by the multiple layers of tight latex. Perhaps, just perhaps, Mistress has found a way of controlling my unruly cock in her presence.
I always adore being in the presence of my rubber Goddess but today was a very happy and special one, having finally been permitted a lengthy touch of her latex clad figure. I received exactly what my owner had promised; Dressing in rubber for Pleasure. When I was younger, story times had never been this good and I hope we get to finish another episode of the magazine story Mistress Maggie was reading in the not too distant future.
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