Open... Wider!

The blog title has nothing whatsoever to do with the size of my butt-plugged ass, although I suspect that may happen in the future, but more to do with Mistress Maggie's new dental drill! I had been instructed to bring my red rubber apparel to the session, but to get started Mistress wanted me almost naked and sent me off to the bathroom telling me to return in my rubber socks and gloves.

The red rubber theme continued as Maggie reached into the drawer and pulled out a nice red latex hood and proceeded to zip me into it. The only other garments chosen for me were a leather chest harness and a pair of knee pads.

‘Onto the bed now slave, on your back with arms and legs wide’. It can be a wonderful feeling being strapped to the bed corners. Maggie has to lean right over to get my right hand cuffed and just as I had imagined it wasn’t too long before she did exactly that, coming in so close I could feel her warmth and smell that lovely rubbery scent emanating from her lithe body. It is one hell of a way for a slave to be gently captivated and the feelings were intensified as Mistress decided that my cock needed to join the red revolution; wound and bound it was tethered to the bed too.

It started to make more sense now why I was trussed to the bed in such a manner. Always true to her word, Mistress was to continue my nipple training and could do without her slave squirming too much as she attached the screw clamps.

Surprisingly for once, my left nipple behaved itself, allowing both clamps to be attached relatively easily and stay put. That is not to say they weren’t painful, in fact they were very painful, but by gazing at my very beautiful Mistress I was able to begin mastering the pain, turning it into a dull ache and telling myself that these nipple clamps were what she wanted, a way of making my poor nipples more pert and pleasing for her and simply a part of my training.

Mistress instructed me to get off the bed and on to my padded knees ready for a jaunt around the Playroom. ‘Hanging clamps will stretch those nipples and give them a far better workout’, she said with a smile.

Once again I rode with the pain as the reoriented clamps bit in harder, but I was coping well even when Mistress attached a lead and gave the nipple chain a little tug. The red hood was quickly changed for a black one with perforated eyes and protruding tubes at nose and mouth, which I did a good job of grunting through once the real nipple exercises began!

First, the missing butt-plug. Of course every grunting pig slave needs one and it was easily inserted, but only after I had been walked on all fours to retrieve it. A weight was then added to the chain and a few sprints round the Playroom had Mistress urging me to go faster on all fours and occasionally cropping my buttocks as encouragement.

Round and round, one end to the other, faster and faster until the right clamp finally gave up the ghost and slipped to the floor. By this time Mistress was satisfied I had passed that little test and moved the session forward by fitting me into my red catsuit. At last, fully rubbered for my Mistress, and then into the Clinic.

In no time Maggie had me comfortably secured to her operating chair. From there I heard her explanation as to what was about to happen, how I was well overdue another dental examination, which would be conducted and any necessary treatments completed by herself, but only after I had received a suitable dose of anaesthetic.

Mistress, in her charcoal operating coat donned a surgical mask and bringing out a pair of goggles insisted I wore them in preparation for the dentistry. She attached me to the Gas Station and adjusted the valves to get the aroma vapour flowing, then pressing the smooth textured anaesthesia mask over my mouth she soothed her patient with that incredibly sexy voice that she can conjure up at just the right moment. ‘Deep breaths when I say so slave’. 

Although I have worn these googles before they still create a very strange sensation. The normally bright Clinic lights take on a much more subdued green hue, and as I became quietly subdued my Mistress appeared to have a green halo and I was definitely ready for my check up.

An assortment of dental instruments were laid out on Dentist Mistress Maggie’s trolley; mirror, descaling instruments, amalgam applicator etc. I expected all of them would be used to dig and poke at me at some point, however it was an evil looking metal gag that was brought out first. As the Jennings gag was secured I am sure at the back of my mind that I heard the tinkle of laughter, not my Mistresses but some other lady in the far distance, laughing. The green goggles combined with a dose or two of really good aromas was clearly producing the strangest effects on the mind of her dental patient . . . .

Open wide... Wider!

Mistress engaged in that idle chatter that many dentists employ. A running description of what was happening and then the questions that are impossible to answer with your mouth forced wide open. Like - ‘Did your previous dentist use one of these Jennings torture devices?’ and ‘When did you last see your dentist?’

Also just like your typical dentist, Maggie seemed to understand the almost incoherent noises I was able to make, although when I quipped ‘I bite if you hurt me!’ I must not have spoken clearly enough, because Maggie’s worrying response was. ‘Ah slave, four cavities require my attention’.

Thank goodness for the rubber bib. The Jennings gag does a fine job of keeping your mouth open and preventing you swallow. One minute Maggie was working around my teeth with a tool and a mirror, the next minute my mouth tasted very minty, there was no way I could spit and I could feel the dribbles coming on.

The gag eventually came out and I could just manage to swallow before cotton pads were stuffed behind my gums and Dentist Maggie recommended more intake of her special anaesthetic.

Things started to get a little too real as Maggie moved round to my left, plugged in her drill and dived into my mouth.

I really did believe Maggie was drilling my teeth. That all too familiar sound that vibrates through your skull as the dentist touches teeth. A quiet hum then a mind blowing sound massively magnified. You feel like screaming but that is dangerous with a live drill whirring away. Maggie’s gloved hands manipulated a retractor, making way for her drill to access the offending teeth. My bottom teeth were targeted first, something more to help with the pain, then on to the top set.

‘That's it slave. All done’. And all that remained was to complete the filling. ‘Oh no’, she jinxed. ‘I’m leaving your cavities open’. A final clean up job with the suction hose and her top class dentistry was complete.

It sounds rather odd, but because Mistress was happy I was never worried about what she was doing with my teeth and gums. What I do know is that I had arranged a tooth hurty appointment and if that was how Maggie wanted to deal with her slave’s problem then I accept that. And also strange, my unfilled cavities didn't hurt at all! 

Maggie peeled back my dental bib and spent a little time on my nipples, making full sadistic use of their slightly increased size and teasing me with other things she might like to do with the dental implements she had used today.

The dental bib was rolled down a little more and my Dentists’ attention was now focussing on my cock. Taking it in her gloved hands I was told that it would look much nicer with her suction tube inserted in it and she went off to see if she could find where she had put it.

Despite the threat of sticking the suction tube up my cock, I knew it was that long sound that was making the journey and felt the results of its cool steel bumps being gently guided down my pee hole. Well lubed, my cock seemed to just suck it in. Mistress guided it, but my internal muscles just pulled and pulled. All the time Maggie was really milking me and enhanced by some very seductive talk, Mistress literally milked her slave whilst the sound was still in place. Never have I been so excited by a visit to the dentist, and although I did try to alert her it was no use and I just exploded.

As for the dentistry, Mistress Maggie whispered in my ear that it was a very good role play. The drill had not touched my teeth, the drilling sound was created by vibration on the metal probe, the amalgam was spearmint flavoured toothpaste and of course she wouldn't shove an unsterilised anything down my cock.

I have to admit the aromas and green goggles can play strange things with a slaves mind and during the operation I thought if Mistress Maggie wants this then I'm happy.

Hmm I wonder? Should I book another 2.30 appointment?

WARNING: This 3.40 minute clip of dental roleplay has audio -

Just One Kiss

Wonky knees need knee pads for what was planned.

A single kiss on her long red thigh boots was all that Mistress Maggie allowed me as worship, well at the start of the session anyhow.

I had my initial sight of Mistress in a form fitting catsuit and braided open face mask when I spied her through the semi-opaque window of her Chambers’ door, which when opened revealed my fully latex clad Goddess with a voluminous floor length skirt. Careful steps were needed as Mistress hitched up her skirt and instructed me to follow her up to The Playroom.

As we entered the room, I spied two interesting items. The first and most obvious was a tall stool positioned beneath the ceiling rose, and the second was that wonderful glass toilet box, resting with its mouth open against the far wall.

Mistress reminded me that today was International Women's Day and that I would be given the honour of really appreciating an international woman clad head to toe in sensual latex rubber, but not before I was plugged and fully rubbered in my thick black skin.

Kneeling in the position I have now become accustomed to Maggie seated herself on my back sensuously lubing up my trusty plug, then with nice, easy teasing movements and the twinkle of an eye in it went, I was plugged. With the same amount of ease I slipped into my rubber catsuit, zipped up and was ready for Mistress to add final touches to my slave uniform.

Mistress pulled a snug fitting latex hood over my head, buckled my slave collar over the top and dusted me down with a soft cloth. Guiding me in front of the Playroom mirror I could see that I had become a very sleek and highly polished rubber slave for my duties today, but there was one more part of the preliminaries to fulfil before progressing to the IWD worship. Thoughtful as ever and knowing that I would be spending a lot of time on my wonky knees, Mistress provided me with knee protectors. After all if my knees gave out I wouldn't be able to worship properly!

Maggie disappeared for a while returning later looking stunning in her gas mask and braids, producing the weirdest and strangely erotic situation for me. I could only look on in awe as she climbed up onto the waiting high stool and arranged her skirts around it, before reaching out for my attentions and began stroking my hood. Oh I do like it when she does that, the gentlest of caresses from my wonderful Mistress, and so the worship began as my lips placed a kiss on the gloved finger that had beckoned me in.

As a safety precaution I was asked to demonstrate my rope skills by securing a length of rope onto the overhead, so that Mistress could steady herself while I proceeded with my worship. Although I really love gazing at Mistresses beauty, on this IWD the thought of total devotion to a faceless beauty was so sensually stimulating and arousing. First, with Mistress facing me she gradually opened her thighs, this time no stopping at the top of the boots, I was to worship any and all of the latex areas that were within reach of my eager tongue. At times I was so close to Mistresses forbidden zone I could feel the heat through her thick red latex suit, and every time I gazed at my beautiful Mistress I saw that anonymous face inside the gas mask, but I could still gaze at those beautiful eyes.

During my worship of this truly remarkable landscape I must admit that part of my mind was intent on making sure Maggie was safe on her stool and tried to keep at least one hand on the lower rung. Not possible however when I was instructed to clean all the way round the hemline of the wonderful latex skirt Maggie wore. When spread out there must have been 4 yards of hemline to take care of, or perhaps even more. It took quite a while to busy my tongue to cover every inch, but I developed an efficient technique of stretching a length of material to concentrate on before moving along to the next few inches. It was so efficient that Maggie didn't believe me when I emerged on her left hand side and I declared 'All done!’.

Mistress could have instructed me to re-do the hem and I would have gladly completed the task again, but Mistress decided it was time to have her derrière worshipped and slowly turned round to present those wonderful orbs. There was no holding back as I licked and kissed as lovingly as I could. Maggie encouraged me to verbalise why I was in her presence on this International Women's Day, and accepted my thanks for being given some purpose by attending to her costume. As I licked and kissed between her bum cheeks my teeth landed on the through crotch sliders on the zip. Oh, how I was tempted to try to open the zip with my teeth, just a little, but with my owner being in a mood for respectful worship I thought that may be one zip too far.

I licked all over her arms and gloves and onto Mistresses breasts where there were even more tantalising zips to be found . . . once again I made sure my training was not wasted and lovingly caressed those latex covered curves with my tongue. As it is not a slaves’ place to take such initiatives the zips stayed closed.

After I had finished fawning over Mistresses rear it was my rears turn to receive attention. Mistress carefully placed a huge black condom covered dildo on the centre of the stool. Despite Maggie identifying the dildo as something I had enjoyed previously, when it was staring me right in my face it looked absolutely huge and I seriously doubted if I could accommodate such a size.

Despite the apprehension, I was excited at the prospect of being mounted by this massive monster. Just as well really, because handing me the tube of lube Maggie instructed me to grease it up and acquaint myself with the girth that was coming my way!

Mistress of course knows what my hole will accommodate and no sooner was my arse vacated of its plug she had me over the stool. I felt the tip inserted then with only gentle pressure the whole length slipped home. Mistress reinforced the fact that it was IWD by providing her slave with a long vigorous fucking. I honestly didn't know if I was coming or going to the toilet! I am sure the dildo went so far in as to gently massage my bladder.

As it happened mine was not the only bladder needing to pass water. I was quickly hooded with the latex toilet pan and shuffled underneath Maggie’s glass toilet to consume the contents of her own very full bladder.

Nipple training wasn't to be overlooked either. Last session Mistress announced that this treatment was to become a regular feature of my ongoing training, due to the introverted nature of my disappointing buds, and true to her word two clamps were tightly attached. The left one, once more proving the most difficult to tame and required three painful attempts before it was successfully attached. Anyway, two birds were killed with one stone; give my nipples something to do and Mistress something to look at while my mouth deals with the upcoming monsoon!

It’s very comfortable inside the toilet box with your head cradled in the pan, and once the lid was closed I could have drifted off to sleep. I could hear Mistress preparing herself by undoing those zips that I had thought about undoing with my teeth, and at last the lid was lifted I got the stunning view of my Mistress now devoid of her gas mask. I just lay there being incredibly grateful that I could be her toilet and looking forward to what I was about to receive.

As Maggie gently lowered herself onto the seat I was trying to work out where the flow would land so none would be wasted. Difficult because Maggie had opened the zip just enough to pee through. I waited, mouth wide open and moved to gulp the first stream. I got most of it but some trickled round my head and began accumulating in the secure fitting neck ruff. I am sure Maggie knew I was getting both a wonderful drink, a refreshing shower and a stunning view of the source of the flood, because with each fresh squirt she moved slightly altering the pee plain.

It was indeed a veritable monsoon. By the time the clouds had cleared I had drunk gallons and I seemed to be floating in a sea of spilt pee, so much so my ears were waterlogged by Maggie's fluids. Only Maggie’s muffled commands percolated down through the pee, commands that were made even more muffled as the pan lid was pushed down. A few moments later it was opened briefly again, to show Mistress wiping her delicate bits with . . . a sheet of latex toilet roll. This moistened rubber was casually discarded into her toilet and once more darkness descended as the lid was finally closed.

I emerged from the toilet flushed with the joys of receiving Mistress Maggie’s liquids, and once again knowing why my owner is a truly magnificent International Woman, but I am not convinced about the efficiency of using latex as a toilet roll!.