Hook, Line and Sinker

I can only describe my own tingling sensations that emerge each time I come in contact with Mistress Maggie. Today's session is a case in point where words fail me; well almost anyway, but hopefully I will be able to highlight the details of another fantastic session where I played the role of her guinea pig.

Maggie ushered me in to the Chambers to reveal herself in thigh high black leather boots, open weave tights and creasing her perfect bottom cheeks, a superb black, form fitting latex leotard.

No amount of pictures and no amount of prose can fully describe the amount of sheer animal magnetism and sexuality that exudes every pore of Maggie’s stunning, well toned body.

Was it my imagination or were those black orbs dancing in an incredibly hypnotic way as I watched her stepping up the stairs? The answer was a definite yes as Maggie came to an abrupt halt two steps from the landing and proffered her wonderful bum right in my face. I perhaps should have resisted as per my training, but I just couldn't help leaning forward and laying the gentlest of kisses on her right, rubber covered cheek. What a relief as it elicited a smile and a little giggle as I was encouraged to repeat, and I let out a sigh of contentment.

A red hood was picked for me to wear to get the session started, and once I returned from the bathroom with my basic uniform of gloves, socks and leather slave collar I set about worshipping Mistress’ superb thigh booted legs. This initial act of worship certainly sets the tone for the session and prepares my mindset for total obedience and acceptance of anything Mistress wants to do to her slave.

I was to be a guinea pig in more ways than one as I discovered when Mistress shuffled me into a brand new position for my butt plug insertion. As I knelt on the bed Mistress clasped my head between her gorgeous thighs, then leaning right over to my exposed butt she began pouring in the lube. A fluffy plug may have been the best choice for her guinea pig slave, but failing that and with very little fuss it was my regular red ribbed plug that wriggled its way up my arse and the Eagle had Landed!

A few months ago Mistress had ordered a new larger butt plug for me to try out but my bum was too small to accept it.  Today again, when we gave it another go I was still too small and so it was cleaned and put back behind the curtain until a later date. It will happen but not quite yet.

What did happen was an unexpected period of blackness. I have one or two latex catsuits of various thicknesses and colour but I know Mistress prefers me in my heavyweight black one which became my uniform for the day. From a slave's perspective it is a wonderful feeling being helped into the suit by an incredibly sexy owner and once inside my rubber skin Maggie instructed me to stand still and grasp the overhead ring. Nothing new in that, Mistress often gives my latex a dusting to remove talc smears, but today a blindfold was pulled over my eyes before Maggie began her gentle ministrations with the dusting cloth.

This produced the most sensual and erotic feelings. With my sight extinguished my mind was attentive to Maggie’s every touch, her soft hands and soft cloth gently working their magic over all my body. I was left trembling and more convinced than ever that I am owned by that perfect person as I felt a lead being attached to my slave collar. With a gentle tug on my leash and a whispered command 'follow me slave’, I was guided through the doorway, along the short corridor and into The White Room. I was perfectly relaxed being led blind to wherever Mistress wanted us to go as I trust my Mistress explicitly.
In the White Room Maggie removed my blindfold and red latex hood and without any incident fitted the thick red latex gas mask, ideally suited for aroma delivery. The one way valves work well by directing the inhale through the poppers tube and the exhale vents direct to the atmosphere. On this occasion, delivery was to be via the Gas Station and Maggie took a couple of moments to tighten tubes and test that the calming elixir was free flowing when she pumped the bulb.

In my role as guinea pig I knew I would be trying a new procedure, and once I was strapped onto the couch I was advised the full extent of where Mistress wished us to go. Her intention was to pierce my scrotum, attaching hooks and lines which would be stretched and tethered to the H-frame that was fitted to the end of the couch. First things first though and donning a pair of surgical gloves she thoroughly disinfected my cock and balls to ensure a sterile operating environment for my piercings.

Maggie told me how she had difficulty finding suitable hooks with lines and that the ‘Heath Robinson’ ones she would be using had been fashioned up by herself. There was a slight delay as Mistress had to deal with the unruly threads which had become tangled during sterilisation. But at last a few squirts of aroma had my head swimming followed by the warning of a needle. ‘A slight prick slave!’.

I felt the piercing as the first of her special hooks was successfully pushed through my scrotum and attached on the H-frame. I hadn’t squealed, but of course Mistress did require some feedback from her guinea pig after the first hook. ‘Well done slave, how are you feeling? Did it hurt? I have more hooks waiting.’ The experience was marginally more painful than a cannula or ordinary needle but nothing a good intake of aroma and a deep breath can't handle.

I was pleased with my ability to cope with the piercings especially as Mistress seemed to be enjoying the process, which is all a good slave could wish for. Once she was happy with the arrangement of the cable runs from the seven piercing hooks, Mistress declared that her new hooking procedure may be viable.

It must have been because I had behaved myself that Mistress decided on a couple more 'treats' to reward my stoicism. She deftly applied five stainless steel clip on rings to my cock. Used together they acted like a single large compression ring constricting my shaft. Mistress said that these lovely little clamps could stay there for a while to bully my cock while she did some tidying. I probably shouldn't say so but I certainly found the clamps anything but bullying, more of another pleasure delivered by my superb Mistress!

When Mistress returned, a long ribbed sound was slipped into my constricted cock, but the sound which has brought such pleasure in the past wouldn't stay in, possibly due to the compression rings or lack of support. Maggie was determined to give her guinea pig more of a treat and decided that I may look cuter with an electric sound. Out came the e-stim and I was given the task of selecting the settings that I wanted to be spoiled with on the control box. I know little about e-stim controls, ‘Program 6 level 23’ I said believing it might be a nice safe choice. In fact is was as the electrode moved deep inside my cock, however Mistress discovered that giving it a little wriggle provided a stronger connection that made her guinea pig jump, obviously that was far more enjoyable for her and so the deliberate wriggling became necessary to enhance her slaves ‘pleasure’.

Life is great for this slave and yes it was fun to have my nuts hooked and stretched, perhaps because I am a masochistic pervert.

I do love acting as a test bench/guinea pig for my Mistress partly because -
I promised that I will do my best:

To love my Mistress,

To serve my Mistress,

To help others to join my Mistress in slavery.

To keep the Mistresses Law

and

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

and partly because Mistress Maggie genuinely cares for her slaves and I feel safe being experimented on.

Niggles

Niggles, demerits, black marks, punishments. . . call them what you will, but due to some thoughtless comments I had made Mistress Maggie saw fit to administer my just deserts at the start of this session. Mistress explained why I had earned the punishment and went on to offer me the choice of delivery mechanism, by either a senior cane or a three tailed tawse.

Mistress Maggie's choice for my punishment

I chose wisely I think, asking Mistress to choose which of the two nasty looking implements she believed would work best as retribution, and without hesitation she picked up the cane. So, within minutes of arriving at the Chambers and worshipping Mistresses bright red thigh boots I was hooded, and with a huge ball gag wedged in place I was supine over the Playroom horse.

Restraints were not used nor are they any longer necessary as, although occasionally deployed by my owner for visual effect and to act as a reminder of my slave status, I now do exactly as I am told. Her cane came swishing down and I lay there counting out the strokes and giving my best muffled thank you’s to Mistress for correcting her stupid, senseless slave.

I have absolutely no complaints, although at the time my backside was moaning a little as I received fifteen hard strokes.

Once Mistress had vented her anger (or so I thought), the mood changed and we moved forward to a more relaxed and far less painful part of the proceedings. Still using the horse, Mistress told me to reposition myself so that she could have full and unrestricted access to my bum. I could detect her stepping into her strap on harness, possibly preparing for some delightful fun. As I lay there waiting and wishing to be penetrated by her chosen dildo I thought about the mistake I had made, and how it was well worth a beating to clear the air, to have me realise my mistake and have Mistress back to her normal beautiful self.

My Lady in red

My fifteen stripes were no more than a mild ache as Maggie expertly guided the session to a different mindset, using large quantities of lubrication then gently sliding in . . . not the dildo but my butt plug.

The initial hand stretching and lubrication had clearly worked because the red ribbed plug slid in like a hot knife through butter. Perhaps I had misread the rattling sound and there was no strap-on? No. Maggie's sense of fun and mischief emerged and just as I was getting used to the plug, it was quickly unplugged to be instantly replaced by the whole length of Maggie’s cock.

Thinking I was about to receive another of those delicious fucks that Maggie can deliver I began to relax. But no again. Her cock was immediately removed and replaced with the plug. This alternating between plug and dildo must have been repeated four or five times until I didn't know whether I was coming or going. What I did know was that Mistress had one very happy but confused slave across her horse.

To conclude this part of the anal play ad when Maggie had finished oscillating and juggling the ass toys, she finished off by pushing a string of four large anal beads down the willing hole. These would keep me stuffed for the rest of the session. Thank goodness there is a long tail ending in a good sized ring to aid their extraction, otherwise I could have been left with a bum full of balls until nature intervened!

The last vestiges of Maggie's anger briefly surfaced and without warning she gave me another five rapid strokes with the Senior Cane. Those almost made me jump off the horse, but boy was I relieved when Mistress whispered that that was the end of my punishment and ‘lets get you into some shiny black rubber’. In addition I received the modified anaesthesia hood, more of this later, and I was ready for anything.

Mistress retrieved the leather wrist cuffs, using them to fix my arms loosely but securely behind my back. I was then instructed to back up against the Plank which was already upright and securely fixed to the Playroom’s overhead gantry. It had been quite obvious right from the boot worship, that this 7' length of Playroom equipment would be brought into  play at some stage, I mean how can you disguise a 7' solid bondage plank! Anyway, as instructed I tentatively leant back as the plank eased itself into position until it was happy to accommodate the weight of a rather large slave, and off we went.

Maggie moved about me, pulling on straps and stretching bandages tightly around me until I became at one with the Plank. Well almost, Maggie did stop to deliberate whether a knee strap was necessary and after a bit of umming and ahhing she did buckle it in place, though not too tightly. Mistress is a true expert in restraints, as, without the strap I doubt if I could have remained standing for as long as I did. With the strap, it allowed the strap to take some of the leg strain and extended my duration almost infinitely.

A very well fitted Kalis

As it was, I was very comfortable as I watched Mistress leave the room and later return wheeling in the IV stand which she brought beside me, then again she left the room closing the door behind her. From my restrained position I was perfectly happy standing, the playroom mirror had been carefully angled so I could admire my situation until my thoughts were interrupted by Maggie’s return. This time she brought in a brimming jug of what definitely looked like pee, emptying it into the rubber bag hanging from the drip stand. As my eyes wandered towards the bag and its contents I estimated over a litre of drink was now available.

Now the intricacies of the modified anaesthetic mask were fully revealed. Mistress had cunningly inserted the feeding tube up the centre of the attached hose which normally delivers aromas, meaning I could drink and be medicated at the same time. Now that is ingenious! It took a while to get started but with the taps on and a long hard suck I tasted the first trickle of fluid delivered down the drinking tube.

I was half expecting the next bit of playtime that Maggie had planned for her very willing follower, because a few days ago Mistress had announced on her Twitter feed that she had acquired a biting steel instrument called Kalis teeth; a most effective chastity device with a row of sharp teeth pointing inward into the wearers cock.

Fitting it on to a flaccid cock was relatively painless and I stood against the plank thinking calming thoughts to avoid an erection as Maggie carefully wrapped the device around my cock and balls. I couldn't see fully but I heard the ominous click as a small padlock went in place, accompanied by a tingle down my spine as Maggie threatened to leave it in place at the end of the session. Now there's something for me to contemplate in the future. . . I mean how could I last between sessions without attempting to get an erection. I mean every time I think of my Mistress. . . I digress. Back to the session fun.

Forced feeding

My sense of being dominated and under total control of Mistress took a step forward as Maggie sealed my eye holes with her eye mask. This is her own design and effectively seals you in behind the perspex lenses. The seal is effective and reduces the slave to taking air through the hose, regardless of whether it’s aroma filled air or not. Mistress really is inventive and very creative in her drive to give total satisfaction and loss of control to a subservient slave like me.

The application of the air tight eye mask also heralded a change in feeding habits. Up to now I had been sucking small quantities of nectar as and when I wanted, but now Mistress was exercising more control over her subject by utilising the delivery bulb attached to the feeding pipes.

A warning from Mistress followed by a syphoning squeeze delivered sufficient fluid for a mouthful. With the airtight mask it was either swallow or wallow in spilt pee inside the helmet. So, I am wrapped in latex to the bondage board with an airtight mask delivering both liquid refreshment and aromas and my cock was totally controlled by the Kalis; could a slave wish for any better treatment from his beautiful Mistress? Of course Maggie is capable of delivering an infinite variety of pleasure giving experiences and is not averse to using her latex clad body to help frustrate and torment her slave, by rubbing smooth rubber on rubber.

Forced climax

The next activity was probably the most cruel and tormenting Maggie could use on her slave. Out came the heavyweight Playroom vibrator and with consummate ease Mistress strapped it tightly against my exposed balls and turned it on. The exquisite torture was simply wonderful and at the same time so frustrating. My cock tried to get hard but was forced back into its flaccid state by the cruel prick of the enclosing needles, but the vibrator kept doing its work on my balls and I could feel the inevitable approaching climax.

Once Mistress has decided that you are going to be forced to climax there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable. I tried hard by concentrating on the pain in my cock, the nice day outside . . . but every time my thoughts drifted back to my state of servitude, and just to make sure Mistress moved her perfect body against the vibrator. The close proximity of Mistress, the insidious grasp of the Kalis, my current state of sexual arousal and that was it. I did try to warn Maggie but too late.

It was really strange to be forced to cum with a soft cock enclosed in steel and balls vibrating like a humming bird, but I suppose I moved that little bit closer to being totally under control and I love it.

Sucking now on an empty tube, all the nectar had been enjoyed and I had not missed a drop.

However it wasn't quite the end of the nectar resources, as Mistress insisted that as it was my fault that she had spilt the overflowing jug on the landing and that I would be cleaning it up. Scurrying along to where Mistress Maggie pointed, I sniffed all along the skirting board but on this occasion couldn't catch Maggie's scent, so I had to give the general area a thorough clean with sponge and disinfectant until Mistress was satisfied with the job.

And finally a tribute to my own Lady In Red

. . . I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side. . .

Chris de Burgh