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!.