Water Water Everywhere . . .

What a scorcher, and I am not only talking about the hottest day of the year. Mistress Maggie had sensibly kept her options open for today's session, but before we discussed where she wished to take the session, Maggie played a little game with her slave in the doorway to The Chambers. There is normally a 20-30 second delay once I ring the doorbell before Mistress opens the door, enough time for me to take a deep breath and compose myself, and to act as a reminder as to who exactly is in charge, in case of any doubt, Mistress is ALWAYS in charge, but today I had barely taken my finger off the doorbell before the door sprang open and I was ushered in.

This threw me completely. Was I on time? Was I late and Mistress was annoyed? Was I early again and earning more crop strokes?  Nope, I was bang on time and Maggie was just toying with her slave.

That wasn't the only surprise Maggie sprung on her bemused slave, as I was greeted by the most magnificent sight I have seen in a long time. Mistress was elegantly dressed in an off the shoulder maroon formal dress with her hair like that of a Greek goddess, diamonds on her wrist and every inch the vision of pure beauty.

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help drooling over this latex vision who was to be my tutor for the afternoon. Once my stammers had subsided I managed to compliment Maggie on how stunning she looked. I know I go on and on but I can't stop eulogising at the vision that was standing so seductively in the little entrance hallway.

The palpitations didn't stop there either, as I followed Mistress up to The Playroom her hips were swaying in the most provocative and seductive manner and I was reminded why I am totally under the spell of this Greek goddess. Mistress was wearing lower shoes in keeping with her magnificent stature, tantalizingly visible just below the hem of this delightfully alluring garment.

It was certainly a hot day yet Mistress seemed calmly cool in her gown. I was so gobsmacked by the absolute grace and beauty she exhibited that I could not help rabbitting on and Maggie let me take a couple of pictures of the stunning vision. As I fawned a little more, she answered my nosey question and Maggie indicated that the dress was one of her own rubber creations from twenty or more years ago. Despite its surprising age, the dress was in perfect condition and looked like it could have been made last week.

The benefits of this attire just kept emerging. As I have already mentioned, Maggie wore shoes to complete her outfit and seating herself down comfortably on her throne she eased them off. Even that act was most captivating as she revealed her bare feet. My training has been quite strict; confine worship to footwear. Without the footwear as a guide, I hesitated until Mistress placed her naked feet on my face and told me to lick off the perspiration created by the heat of the day. I needed no second bidding and set about cleaning, licking, kissing and generally worshipping each foot in turn.

Mistress has delicate feet as I have previously found and today they were highlighted by the reddest nail paint you could imagine. I toyed with them, trying to get both toes in my mouth at the same time and failing, but I had a most glorious view up her legs, past her latex covered thighs and beautifully sculptured bosom and finally to her right regal and beautiful face, and here I was, nibbling her nakedness and having the time of my life.

My butt plug had not been forgotten and was very easily inserted, partly due to the copious lubrication and partly due to the fact I was already perspiring. However, climbing into my thin, black latex catsuit was a whole different matter and after three abortive attempts where I just got stuck, Maggie instructed me to remove the sweaty suit and try the thick black one which is slightly larger.

Naturally Mistress was right as always, and because of the extra looseness I eased my way inside without too much trouble, wrist and ankle zips were made secure and I was in. My ensemble was topped off with a comfy latex hood and once again I was covered in my favourite coating.

Surprisingly the catsuit stayed almost cool. I was comfortable inside my cocoon but sweat and the heat took another toll.

When Mistress attempted to fit the GP5 gas mask over my inner hood, the amount of sweat made it impossible, the water was trickling everywhere and consequently my hood had to come off so I could wear the gas mask successfully on its own. It actually worked out fine because Mistress instructed me to make sure it was in place as it was staying put for a while.

That was not the end of the hood though, Maggie assured me that I would be re-acquainted with the dirty dripping thing later.

As the session progressed I occasionally found my breathing being interrupted, largely due to Mistress mischievously placing her palm over my air source, but occasionally as I allowed the end of the tube to come in contact with the latex bed. On the first jerk to free the airway, Mistress checked what was the matter and in future told me to stop moving!

The ambience did start to get a little warmer. I was receiving regular doses of aroma while electrodes were applied to my cock and balls and checked to see if they were delivering the intended current. Mistress had fixed a steel loop round the whole lot, a double ring that she slid onto my cock, and to finish a steel corona was supported on my bell end with a condom. The electro box was switched on and off a few times during installation, but finally I received a steadier warming pulse. Combined with a steady stream of aromas and the unrestricted view of my beautiful owner I was also starting to get rather excited and rather hot in more ways than one.

The lights went out when Mistress covered my eyes with a blindfold and sat with me to read the next chapter of the story that we had started in an earlier session. The gentle sound of her sexy voice, the warmth that was being generated with her sitting on the bed next to me and the continued variations of the e-stim had me drifting inexorably towards orgasm. I love to get hot in my latex and you can see from the liquid that has leaked onto the latex bed sheet how warm we were both getting. You would think with a good thick latex suit that such leakage was impossible, but of course with a through crotch zip water does escape. Water water everywhere. . .

When the chapter was over and we had finished our little discussions on some of the story’s shenanigans, Maggie decided it was time for me to experience more latex and changed the gas mask for a rebreather hood and bag. The re-breather bag is another of Maggie’s own creations with a zip to allow for insertion of various items, and after a little 'standard' rebreathing which I was quite happy with, Maggie opened the zip, stuffed the sweaty dripping hood from earlier inside it and forced me to take deep breaths on the wet rubber scent.

If you are on Flickr there is some video of the story reading, but may not be available on all devices. - Part 1 HERE and Part 2 HERE

Later a pad laced with aroma was added to the smell bag. That did it, I was totally overwhelmed with the extra sensations, I tried to give a warning to Mistress Maggie that she was about to force me to ejaculate but she already knew it. Once again she was pleased that I had absolutely no control over any of my bodily functions and I do like to be in these situations with Mistress in total control.

I was privileged to be able to help Mistress clear up afterwards, it was only fair because I had made the most watery mess you could imagine. We laughed and relaxed and cleaned and washed and I love being allowed this privilege. Mistress was absolutely right in choosing to play indoors, she had made our session less physically demanding because of the sweltering weather. The excitement, the atmosphere and the cock and balls were all electric, and once again we finished with me knowing that I have found the perfect owner, Mistress and friend.

A Few More Steps . . .

Mistress Maggie had given no hint as to the content of the exciting and truly remarkable session I was about to experience. Perhaps Mistress was purposely creating tension for her slave, if so, her plan had worked. I was left pondering what might be in store and examining a few of the ‘off the cuff’ remarks I may have made to her, which often become reality thanks to Maggie’s remarkable insight into her slaves personality. One thing was absolutely certain though, after last time when I was a couple of minutes early and had accrued an additional 24 crop circles across my right buttock, I was going to be exactly on time.

I set my clock alarm to 14:29 and as I took the five minute walk towards The Chambers I thought of my Mistress whist repeatedly checking the time. With 20 seconds to go I pretended to be examining my phone, the sun was beating down as I dawdled along the pavement, sweltering in my new blue latex shirt that I’d been ordered to model for Mistress. Just as has happened before, no-one took any notice of this happy rubberised person, or even came close enough to detect the warm rubber smell exuding from my clothing. When my clock showed precisely 14:30 I rang the door bell.

Maggie invited me in to an eyeful of her beautiful bosom, tightly encased in semi-transparent latex. As always I immediately forget all my woes and the fact that I had been unable to serve my owner for four weeks. Then up the stairs to parade my new latex shirt for Mistress.

My butt plug had been deserted for a month, as I had  forgotten to take it home when I last visited The Chambers. Maggie soon took care of that by asking me to assume a suitable stance so me and my plug could be re-united. It was like we had never been apart, maybe a bit more lube than normal and Maggie took it easy by inserting it one bulge of the plug at a time. I definitely wasn't complaining about that, the red devil slid silently back into its resting place and I slipped not as silently into my red rubber catsuit and once again I was ready to serve as Maggie’s rubber slave.

‘Don’t neglect your worship slave. Show me how much you’ve missed me in your absence’. A remark that quickly had me on the floor, where, encouraged by her whip I attended to Mistress’ boots.

‘Thank you slave, and now for more worship and a reminder of your status’. Mistress leaned over the playroom horse and opened her crotch zip to expose her bottom, with a hard tug on a strap around my neck my tongue was parked between her bum cheeks and I was asked to proceed.

Sadly, my knees were becoming more wonky by the minute and I was unable to give Mistress the attention she deserved in the kneeling position, but that was no excuse. We finally settled on me sitting on the floor and Mistress straddling me, leaning forward; a perfect position for licking and cleaning that glorious little rosebud. My nose was nestled in the crack and I could make a point with my tongue and happily spend a lot of time licking and worshipping Maggie's perfect bottom.

The next association with Maggie's restricted area required far more self control on my part than cleaning and kissing her bottom. My head was eased into the toilet bowl hood and I knew what was expected of me. I was slid into position underneath the see-through toilet, where my hood was press-studded in place. Maggie chained my hands to my thighs and I was locked onto the toilet and the lid closed. It is a strange sensation being inside a toilet with the lid closed, anticipating the delights of what was about to be delivered yet helpless and blind as to what else might be going on in the Playroom.
  
I didn't have long to wait before Mistress raised the lid and the daylight came flooding in. Maggie sat down gently with her wonderful rear only centimetres from my eager mouth. I had learnt from our previous sessions that the most effective way of taking in the most nectar was by lining up the tip of my nose with her rosebud, that I had so eagerly cleaned a few moments before.

In that position, I was to open my mouth really wide and consume all the nectar that entered it. Mistress had been drinking heavily from the start of the session and there was a good stream that needed to be drunk. One other thing I have learned from day one of my training is absolutely no contact with Mistresses private parts - very difficult with them being in such close proximity. So with my gaping mouth open and regular swallows I worked on consuming every drop. I wasn't quite as accurate with my catching when Mistress tossed the contents of her drinking glass into her toilet. I did drink most of it but a few drops were spilt. Still it was only water and not the precious fluid.

Of course I had to be mopped up before I was allowed to enter the Clinic where Mistress fitted me with an all over hood with attached breathing mask. What a luxurious garment that hood was and such a fabulous fit. Mistress dangled a string of anal balls in front of my eyeholes saying that they were a new acquisition. In return I made a stupid quip about the mask and how it could be more airtight with clear plastic eyepieces. After a rummage, Mistress returned with a pair of tinted goggles insisting that I needed them strapped tightly over my eye holes. A stupid mistake on my part because I couldn’t clearly see the rest of the preparations any more, and I don’t think it had anything to do with the aromas that were being delivered, but from then on everything took on an eerie green tinge. Maggie was right with the goggles and they did restrict breathing exclusively through the anaesthetic mask. What was pumped in, was breathed in.

I may not have been able to see a lot but what I saw was definitely green, There were no such restrictions on my feelings although the aromas may have relaxed my anus somewhat and .I could feel the red plug being gently removed from my arse and that replacing them in my Southern passage was definitely the black string of balls. Maggie’s new balls were much larger than those I have experienced in the past and I don’t think there was much room left inside me by the time all four balls had been installed. All that was left was the little round ring on the outside for their safe retrieval.

Now I was stuffed at one opening I was being prepared for a catheter at another. Mistress increased my sedation with her medicinal aromas, pumping on her bulb made her aromas enter my anaesthesia mask providing an instant heady rush and feeling of relaxation. Mistress seemed to be getting a lot pleasure from cleaning my cock end with methylated spirit, very clean and correct I know, but I wasn't convinced that surgical cleaning was required deep inside my pee hole until Mistress offered the perfect explanation, ‘It’s because I like being a cruel nurse’.

A syringe of de-sensitising lubrication found its way inside my pipe, not the whole syringe of course just its contents, and that was that for five minutes as the invasive liquid worked its way deep into my plumbing. Those five minutes were wonderful from my point of view. Mistress busied herself with keeping the clinic clean and tidy, a few more applications of aromas, but most importantly for this slave, securely belted to the couch, was the most gentlest of strokes to my head. This time through the green haze I caught a glimpse of my beautiful nurse as she came to check ‘are you alright slave?’

It was an absolute text book insertion of a catheter. No force, completely sterile and no irritation whatsoever. Mistress has become more expert with each deployment. I am delighted to have been her willing patient almost from the start, when she first performed a catheter op, and each subsequent catheterisation has just got better and better.

Ah! -  now I realised where Mistress was going. I had idly mentioned in the past that it would be a real buzz to be taken out for a walk in a latex suit, plugged and with a catheter deployed. I thought this was a pipe dream but Mistress specialises in making dreams come true for her slaves.

The next stage today covered those few more steps towards that dream becoming a reality. Maggie attached a catheter bag to my leg, released my straps and sat me up so I could reorient myself. A few minutes later I was sent off to the bathroom to replenish her glass. . . three times. I was able to walk with the bag strapped to my leg and what was really jaw dropping was Mistress mentioning that the bag could be carried on the outside so long as it was disguised. That thought nearly sent me to an embarrassing melt down there and then. The thought of going out in my catsuit with Mistress, even if it was covered by 'normal' clothing, knowing that under that normality I was plugged and plumbed in, with no control of one of my bodily functions. Everything just quietly draining into a disguised bag.

Satisfied with her trials Maggie now needed to dispose of her recycled nectar. Quite a lot had filtered through my system by now and had collected in the bag. Maggie had only ever had one intention for the twice brewed nectar, I was to re-ingest that as well.

Consuming my own pee was never an issue as Maggie removed the anaesthetic hood and replaced it with one of her own designs in a semi transparent latex. The tube through the small mouth hole terminated in a plastic mouthpiece. A most effective way of regulating the flow of whatever was directed down the pipe. Simple yet incredibly effective and controllable.

I had hoped that I would get a dessert of another transfusion of Maggie's nectar judging by the amount of water she'd consumed since the first flush. No. Mistress needed to dispose of the bagful strapped to my leg first and hooked me up to my own bag of piss. No way as tasty as the fresh vintage, but I did set about eagerly consuming my own pee because that is exactly what Mistress wanted. It was remarkably easy to drink through the new arrangement and in no time at all there was no visible pee left in her fetish clinic.

As I said, this could be the precursor to an absolutely mind blowing experience, where, if Maggie considers I have earned the privilege, I am allowed to accompany Mistress Maggie for a short trip into the wide world, rubbered, plugged and piss controlled. What an amazing thought knowing that what appears to be a relatively normal couple is a rubber pervert under the complete and absolute control of his very beautiful Mistress. Watch this space (I hope).