Roller Coaster

No not the type you get at the Pleasure Beach although a lot of pleasure came into today and come to think of it I was left high and dry like a beached whale, but I have already been there, got the tee shirt and very wet as well: No, I am referring to the kind of emotional roller coaster ride that both myself and Mistress Maggie experienced during today's session.

It started with delight as I was met at the door to the Chambers by Mistress in a short tight pink latex skirt that started and ended just below her bottom. That was certainly a very welcome greeting and I tried really hard not to do that boyish pastime of looking up a lady's skirt as we climbed the stairs to The Playroom. I did, by and large succeed although I must admit to a sneaky peek and catch a glimpse of Mistresses nakedness under her skirt!

Apparently, I was far too keen to perform my boot worship because Mistress had intended for me to polish and clean them first but once in my catsuit and comfy hood, my training took over and I was cleaning and worshipping the knee boots with gusto. I did think they would benefit from more than just my licking and that is exactly what Mistress had intended. I snuggled comfortably at Maggie's feet and was presented with a tin of boot polish, a normal 'polish off' brush, a polishing cloth and ... a cotton bud to apply the polish. First task was to remove the boots. Unzip each one in turn and oh so gently, remove one foot at a time. Well Not remove the foot of course, that would have left Maggie hopping mad, but remove the boot from each foot!

I set to work methodically applying the polish with the little bud and once started was able to do what I believe was a reasonable job of applying to each of the boots panels in a methodical and thorough manner. I was happy cleaning, polishing and sneaking a quick glance at Mistress nakedness.

I took my time and we talked a little, laughed at some trivial point or comment that I made and I was, at that stage, as happy a slave as I could have imagined. I was very careful not to get polish anywhere but on the boot but, as always Mistress had planned for her slave being a little careless at times and thoughtfully provided a copy of the free local rag to guard the sheep skin rug. Fortunately, I only fumbled the cotton bud once as I was gazing at the beautiful site that presented itself occasionally and I think quite intentionally by Mistress.  After that little slip, I spent less time ogling and more concentration on the job in hand.

Use the 'polish off' brush slave and I did. Arm inside the boot and a vigorous and efficient polish of both boots and finish with the polishing cloth slave. They were bright and shining by the time I had finished and I was secretly pleased that I had licked, kissed and worshipped before applying the polish otherwise I might have been going home with a black polish tongue. One thing Mistress told me, and I will remember is that when the polish goes all cracked and brittle in the bottom of the tin, heat and melt the contents and it cools to a perfect surface. I do learn many and various very useful tips during my lessons!

At this stage I was ready to try and put the boots back on those gorgeous feet but Mistress had a much better use for her slave. She laid on the latex bed face up, feet on a towel and I was instructed to massage those feet. Life just got better. Mistress gave instructions how best to massage; firm strokes, moisturiser and ... I had remembered from last time, no moisturiser between toes. I have to admit to a considerable amount of frustration as I was forced to view her nakedness under her skirt.   I will recheck the house rules but I cannot recall anything about not looking at Mistress. It is however the most sublime form of torture and one I could endure for as long as my Mistress wanted me to.

I didn't think Maggie could inflict any more of this sensuous torture but she could. She languidly rolled onto her front and instructed me to massage her thighs. Long firm strokes from her knees to the tops of those very beautiful legs. Long, firm slow strokes; a little lube and absolute concentration on my part not to overstep the upper limit. Once again I have to thank Mistresses  previous training and although sensually  tortured, that was one wonderful experience and I think Maggie enjoyed being pampered and I detected her being able to relax, happy in the knowledge that her slave knew his place. I did get to finally replace Mistresses boots, socks first and then line up the foot to the boot, no twisting and the foot gently sank back into the clean polished boots.

Mistress fitted me with an anal electrode and was considering some form of anchoring it in place but it fitted so well, almost too well and there it stayed. I caused major problems in the next part of the session. Mistress had intended to suspend me from the ceiling using the stout harness but first I struggled with the tightness then every time Mistress tried to get both legs off the ground, I couldn't maintain balance and swung wildly out of control. Try as she may she just couldn't get the right position to get my leg airborne. It was at that point my previous delightful frustration turned to the frustration of despair. I felt totally useless. I tried as hard as I could to help by keeping still but it just wouldn't work. Mistress was getting more exasperated until she wisely said this isn't going to work Unfortunately, I had to agree as I was absolutely useless and I felt almost sorry for Maggie having to put up with such a useless subject but very relieved that she does persevere with my training. She may still see some potential yet in her useless slave!

Maggie explained that she had intended to attach a bucket to my dangling balls and fill it with her nectar, instead I would have to drink it direct from source. I must admit of the two options, weight round balls or consuming my Mistresses nectar was a close decision, not! As it happened I may prove marginally less than totally useless as the extra time generated by not having the suspension, allowed us to try out Mistresses new fitting for her toilet box. This is a translucent latex cone with  a central tube.

The cone isn't finished yet resulting in me needing three cushions to get lips close enough to maintain a good grip on the black rubber tube. It is a strange feeling as you can only see shadows through the rubber. I saw the familiar shadow of Mistress as she descended onto the seat and you see the shadow of the liquid as it gradually fills the conical shape.

With a tight grip on the tube I found I was able to regulate the flow to suit my drinking habits which is just as well because, in its unfinished state it would have been a very soggy end to the session should the tube have slipped out and there was a LOT of nectar to consume. It would have been a fare weight in a bucket from my balls. I was determined not to disappoint my Mistress any more and diligently consumed everything delivered into the cone. After my very welcome drinking bout, we sat, made suggestions about the delivery method, ruled out some far fetched ideas but I think Mistress did take away a few things to mull over.

I wish I hadn't created so much frustration for Mistress. I hope Maggie will  try the suspension again with perhaps another way of getting me airborne and I am really pleased that Mistress, depsite my useless performance, has agreed to continue my training in the very near future. One final point about the electrode throbbing away throughout the session. I thought we had lost it deep in the bowels of this slave but Mistress Maggie thinks of everything and had already looped the wires securely round the base, should they have been needed to pull out the electric bomb from the electrified bum. They weren't however required and it slipped out quite easily.

Re-defining Excruciating!

It can never be said that Mistress Maggie only offers a limited curriculum to the students training in her Chambers. Sessions are definitely not only about gratuitous violence, in fact there can be real educational content to some of the training.

Just as Shakespeare invented and redefined many words in the English language, so Maggie assists her students in a deeper and fuller understanding of those fine words that the bard writ.

Today I was instructed to bring my red latex kit bag, which contains all of the red latex items that I have purchased over the years and Maggie then chooses which items I should wear whilst I am in her presence. At the Chambers front door Maggie greeted me in her tight and shiny black latex catsuit, the door was barely closed before a leash was hooked onto my slave collar and I was led upstairs with my kitbag in tow.

I had expected to be cat-suited for whatever lesson Mistress had planned for today, however, on this occasion Mistress specifically asked about my red shorts. At that point I should have known something unusual was planned, as her eyes lit up at the mention that I was already wearing them and I was instructed to strip down to them there and then. Mistress continued, her smile getting bigger and more attractive as she examined her rather portly student. I was then sent off to the bathroom still wearing the shorts, with orders to don stockings and gloves and there would be no red catsuit required today.

In the last session I recorded that Mistresses stiletto heels were 'excruciating' when sunk into my nipples, and Maggie wanted to help me get a fuller and more accurate understanding of the meaning of the word, allowing me to better express more of my feelings. Leather wrist straps were buckled on so I could be hung from the overhead gantry and my legs eased apart on a robust spreader bar and, strangely, I had a broom handle tightly roped across my mouth, producing a most effective gag and as was about to be revealed, something good and hard to bite down on when needed.

Mistress smiled that deliciously sweet smile, often a precursor that something bad was about to happen. She retrieved her red leather bull-whip and began to swirl it, setting it in motion before systematically setting about my nipples and chest with its stinging, cracking, accuracy. Only now did I start to understand what the deeper meaning of excruciating was.

I have never felt so much pain as when she wielded that whip and could not help myself writhing in my shackles with every stroke. In fact, Maggie had to order me to ‘stand still slave’ as with all my jiggling she feared that my restraints might become detached from the gantry. I suffered dozens of excruciating strikes across both of my nipples, while many more fell slightly wide of their intended target due to my consistent writhing.

My mind was screaming and I think I knew exactly what lessons Mistress was trying to teach: Honesty, accuracy and perhaps that Mistress always knows whats best for her subjects. Accuracy because Mistress needs to know exactly what pain she is generating at or near that 'threshold' and thus how much further she can push her student in the quest for perfection, and honesty because it is pointless trying to overplay the effect that elements of my training are having in the hope of a slave gaining some sympathy from Mistress. That is not how it works; how it should work, how I need it to work and certainly against Chambers Rule  1 - The slave must always be honest. . . On a much more basic level I knew I couldn't take much more of this pain and I just wished it could stop!

Then quite deliberately Mistress prepared her aim and I got the whip right across my cock and balls, to remind me to stay still, quickly followed by a kick from her high heeled boots. Luckily the stroke didn’t carry quite the same venom as those that had kissed my nipples, but enough warning to have me attempt to ‘stick that chest out’  for my Mistress and her next excruciating delivery. Mistress obviously had no need to have her slave in his red catsuit when she had a bullwhip to paint me red. As always, Mistress knows me well and Maggie knew I was now surely aware of the meaning of excruciating, at least for the next ten to twenty minutes anyway, where the meaning was to be reinforced. A classic teaching method of 'Tell, Show, Do, Repeat if necessary' and importantly, that I was genuinely approaching my limits.

Not content with a snivelling slave attempting to take bites from her broom stick because my chest was on fire, Mistress smiled and indicated it was time for a bit of fun with my balls. She handed me a rather large, extravagant looking electric device with a hole in it, and I was told that pushing my cock and balls through the hole would help take my mind off my nipples. What a choice. Burning balls as well as burning nipples and I have to admit feeling a little sorry for myself. On the other side of the coin, it was what Mistress wanted and that thought did make life easier to tolerate. I tried to attach the electro board but was unsuccessful, probably because I was still shaking, so plan B became the plan of the day.

We adjourned to the clinic where I was tightly strapped to the chair. There is just sufficient stretch in the straps to ensure that the one across my mouth stopped my lips from moving and kept my head absolutely still. I couldn't move my head at all and all I could do was stare at the ceiling as Mistress proceeded to rope my bits to her special bondage board, weave a few electrodes about my cock and start playing tunes on her electric organ.

Variety is the spice of life, or so Maggie encourages me to believe. In this instance the variety came in the form of a few different combinations of electrodes on her property, including cock confining metal ones and a bumper sized one stuck on my perineum, they all provided their own different sensations, but none that could remotely be described as excruciating.

Mistress normally tolerates me trying to stroke her bottom as she goes about her business but today. . . no chance. I think for the first time, my arms and hands were so securely strapped to the couch that they were rendered totally useless. However she did come in close, bending over me to seal my head in a thick, well-fitting gas mask that enables easy aroma delivery, and with the electro throbbing nicely in my groin I was soon feeling much much calmer.

Maggie indicated that she also had a natural source of medicine that needed to be inserted inside me. She lubricated her dildo invader with a large dollop of her spit and slowly introduced the medicine deeply into my bum as far as it would comfortably go. I feel so privileged to be able to receive the gift of any of her offerings in any orifices she chooses. To ensure I received the full benefits of the medicine, the dildo’s iron handle was placed between my thighs and tied there with rope. Maggie now had the joy of penetrating her slave at her pleasure with very little effort; hard, deep, fast or gentle, slow but still deep. It must have amused Maggie, what with my mouth strapped shut, cock and balls on-line and bum being lubricated by Mistresses juices . . . the things I do to keep Maggie happy . . . in reality that is anything and everything that she asks of me and I must admit I do love all the experiences.

My lesson in word meanings was not quite over yet though, my understanding of the word ’excruciating’ was about to be reinforced. Out came two very shiny instruments; two double pin-wheels, each attached to its own electric circuit. The tube they were brought out from had DANGER marked on it in red letters, a good sign that the contents could be frightful when used.

Fortunately, I still had the thick mask on, but even so I am sure quite a lot of noise emerged into the Clinic when Maggie rolled both pairs of pinwheels across my whipped nipples. After that, my nipples had received more than enough attention for one day and even the gentle touch of Maggie stroking them had me writhing and gasping for mercy.

And so with me finally educated in the meaning of excruciating the grand session finale arrived, and this time a real treat for her slave. Maggie connected her corrugated dildo hose to my gas mask, the dildo with the holes to allow some breaths, or at least until it is fully inserted inside your Mistress. As I gasped for breath I could hear Maggie gasping as well. I think that was quite a turn on for her, because each time my gas mask sucked onto my face because I had no air, Maggie arched her back and sighed. I can think of no better way to go than pleasuring my Mistress as I suck heavily inside her in a vain attempt to get air.

One of the objectives today was to help me better articulate the meaning of the word excruciating. I certainly need to change the comment from last times blog as in hindsight my nipples were only a little painful then. Today Mistress Maggie has provided me with a better understanding of the meaning of excruciating and I won’t be so reckless with its use in future.