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.