50 of the Best

Yesterday may well go down as the highest recorded temperature ever in the UK and today, although the ambient temperature was a little lower, isolated hot spots were evident in the North West. Specifically it got very heated in The Chambers where Mistress Maggie ramped up the temperature for this rubber devotee, and it certainly looked to be a red hot day as Mistress had instructed me to bring my red rubber wardrobe.

Because of the warmth Mistress allowed me to change in the fan cooled Playroom, then naked apart from my latex socks and gloves I presented myself at the feet of my Mistress and set about worshipping those beautiful legs and long red boots. I always relish the sessions’ start where I can be down on the floor under my Mistresses feet and just paying homage to a wonderful woman. The warmth of the day and the cooling fan which occasionally blew a welcome breeze up my bum, made it a perfectly exciting and highly erotic start.

Mistress stood up from her throne and looking down at me told me to continue my devotion. ‘Front AND back of my boots slave’. She turned around allowing me to access every part. It was so tempting to allow my tongue to stray that little higher; to kiss and lick those alabaster thighs and higher... I can dream but there is nothing currently in the rule book to stop me trying to gently caress those forbidden places with my freshly washed hair. I probably shouldn't have said that and of course it can only happen when I am not hooded!

Ordered onto my hands and knees it was butt plug fitting time, plenty of lube and ... a plastic bag! Holding the plastic bag tightly at my neck with one hand the plug was wiggled, teased and finally pushed into its home with the other. It has been a while since Maggie has allowed me the privilege of gazing at her great beauty as she smiles and watches me reach the inevitable begging stage for air. A lot of pleading and she will let it in before repeating the breathless cycle again. There came a stage where I so wanted to kiss her sultry lips as they were almost touching the plastic, but the need for air overtook my need to kiss and once again I found myself begging. The freshly inserted butt plug became unnoticeable as I breathed in plastic and struggled for air four times in a row. After a couple of shakes of powder on went the red latex catsuit and at that point we adjourned to The Clinic.

Zips opened, legs in the stirrups and ‘further down slave ... get your ass right over the end slave.’ Mistress ordered. As she fitted her strap on Maggie announced that we should celebrate the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. My plug had only been in for ten minutes, but out it came and in went her rocket dildo, very slowly, all the way in until the balls on her strap-on slapped against my arse cheeks.

Mistress handed me a bottle of aroma to blast off on. ’Are you ready for launch slave’ . . . and her rocket thrusts began. ‘ONE’ - A very slow withdrawal until only the tip was in contact. ‘TWO’ . . . ‘THREE’ . . .  This countdown went on until we reached the fifty. On each slow thrust I could gaze in wonderment at the very sexy person taking me to the heavens and beyond and I was well and truly fucked. Mistress in charge, Mistress on top and Mistress dictating the pace and depth of each thrust and I just loved it. I felt another step towards being totally controlled by Wonder Woman.

After all that excitement, Mistress decided a little quiet contemplative time was necessary but not until a little more anal excitement with a rather large and very inflatable dildo. We had a good play with it, but as it was not suitable as a permanent ass fixture, it was a large black plug that was eventually inserted to keep my asshole stretched before Maggie sealed me inside my catsuit and red-roped me to the couch. Nothing too vigorous as it was very hot but enough for me to know my place. In stark contrast to the red, Mistress fitted a black gas mask and cleverly sealed the whole lot with the open faced mask. Maggie attached the re-breather bag, making certain I was able to accept the restricted air flow before casting me into the darkest of nights with the bug-eye blindfolds. With the headphones playing a monotonous and all enveloping track of white noise I had no idea what would happen next.

There I stayed and had no concept of time. All I did was dream highly erotic and very lurid dreams about the most sensual, sexually stimulating and sensational Mistress a slave could wish for. I had visions of a goddess in latex just looking down on her loyal yet totally subjugated subject. Thinking about the sensual situation I was in, the good fucking Mistress had just treated me to and the wildly lurid dreams I was having made the next action inevitable. All Mistress did was drape one of her rubber operating sheets over my exposed cock and try as I might to prevent embarrassment, I blurted out 'I'm coming Mistress,' and without further ado messed on the underside of the rubber sheet.

Mistress wasn't at all pleased that I had created extra washing, though whizzing off the headphones and whispering through the hoods she asked if I wanted to go on. Being such a hot day it seemed an appropriate time to stop for a drink of water before continuing my training with a spot of ball stretching. Maggie said that for a bit of light relief and amusement she’d planned to stretch my balls, but was happy to alter things to deal with the new circumstances. I had made my own bed and I would have to settle for lying in it, and because I had climaxed without consent I needed to be punished!

Hmmm! Perhaps choosing to continue was not one of my brightest decisions, but I knew I had upset the flow of the prolonged rubber deprivation and opting out just wasn't fair on Mistresses enjoyment. Out came a myriad of devices; rubber bands, metal ball weights, straps, more red rope and probably a whole host of other tackle that Maggie was going to tackle my tackle with.

Maggie is not sadistic, well at least not all of the time and she did allow me the comfort of a latex pillow to ease any strain on my calves. However, she showed little mercy on the pitiful cock and balls that had so misbehaved.

I of course saw none of this but could feel a lot of activity down below. I could feel my balls being attached to the H-frame. I could sense by Maggie’s voice that she meant business and I could tell I was in for a punishing time. Yet the worst stretching was still to come. The rebreather was reattached, the white noise turned back on and I was returned to the totally deprived state I had experienced earlier, and once again I was left to contemplate my exceptional Mistress. This time, subdued by the unplanned orgasm the dreams were less raunchy and somewhat overridden by the distress of my poor empty balls. Tightly restricted they were really being stretched and punished to say the least, lucky for me I have not had the pleasure of too much post orgasm torture but can tick it off my list of training experiences now!

Eventually Maggie relented and deciding that enough was enough, she removed the masks and adjusted the couch so that I was in a sitting rather than a lying position. I suspect that Mistress knew the action of sitting me up would tighten the ropes and stretch my cock and balls even more because she giggled that wonderfully girlish giggle as if to say, ‘That bit worked then’. One by one she started to remove my cock and ball jewellery. She examined my tackle and declared just the right ball colour; a slight blueish tinge and ready for freedom.

I am glad I had the balls to agree to continue the session after cumming unannounced. I really needed to be punished for my indiscretion and I have a lot of training still to do on orgasming to Mistress Maggie’s command. This possibly was Mistresses lesson and the hardest to avoid orgasm. I mean, a good bagging, fifty satisfying moon landings, a lot of isolation etc. what can a red blooded male do?

Dreams to Reality

Occasionally, when I am not mesmerised by thinking about Mistress Maggie my fingers wander through Flickr, and as my eyes settle on something rather exciting I might or might not add it to my favourites. I generally move on and forget the favourite and that is exactly what happened on this occasion until... Yes, Mistress saw it and made it happen. No, not the electric blue latex gloves that shone out like a beacon from the shiny black of her leotard, nor her lace up boots, which once I had been hooded I knelt down and dutifully worshipped. I will progress on to what dream Maggie allowed me to experience, but not yet.

Once the boot worship was satisfactorily completed, I was helped into my slave uniform of full tight black latex, led through to The Clinic and invited to sit on the couch. With a firm push on my chest Mistress made sure I was lying down, strapped down and ready for my unknown treatment. Mistress asked me some questions about a recent appointment I’d had with my GP and said that I would be receiving a second opinion. While being advised that I should continue with the prescription my GP had given me, Mistress examined me with her long blue gloves and gave me a big dose of abuse about my useless cock.

Plying me with a lot of aroma anaesthesia I became very relaxed and Maggie began her recommended therapy, suggesting in no uncertain terms that as my cock was so useless she was going to ensure it stayed that way for the rest of the session. With a pump pump here and a pump pump there, here a pump, there a pump...   My apologies, I was doing as I was told; thinking un-stimulating random thoughts as Mistress proceeded to fix a locking chastity device on me.

Nothing can be anticipated with my Mistress and as she slid the cage over my cock I was again told to ‘Think about hell slave’. Well, all the negative thoughts must have worked as I heard the click of the little lock sealing my cocks’ fate.

I was about to learn why my trusty butt plug had been left sitting all on its own in The Playroom, unwanted and unused. Mistress dangled the Kegel balls in front of my nose, not the four that I had last time but the two weighted jiggling balls which fill your arse with stimulating electric sensations. I think Mistress was in a playful mood, which is always good for a slave, as she flicked the switches and the electric motors of the gynae chair silently worked their magic on altitude, pitch and roll aspects of her pinioned slave. By the time Maggie had adjusted all aspects of the chair I felt like I had been taken for a ride. When satisfied with my orientation I was made to inhale more of Maggie’s medicinal aromas and my bum hole was taken for a ride as the Kegel balls were pushed inside.

By now, I had realised that both the Kegels and the chastity cage were not just passive objects, as Mistress was attaching leads and went on to successfully test the connections. She seemed to have great delight in watching my cock twitch and go no further, embraced in the tight confines of the electro-cage, and the sensations up my bum were throbbing to say the least. The cock electrodes were more intense but the bum throb just keeps on and on. All this erection control was just the precursor to what was about to happen next door, back in The Playroom.

Seated on the low Playroom bench I sat quietly waiting until Mistress appeared carrying a bar stool. Although I had not seen the stool before it somehow looked familiar. I then remembered the pictures that I had marked as favourites, they depicted a slave strapped to such a stool facing the seat, waiting for their Master/Mistress to sit and torment their senses with the closeness of the most private parts, and I was gradually realising what Maggie may have as a treat for her slave.

Maggie raised the seat higher until I could rest my chin comfortably on it and there I was fixed. Tight strap round the back of my neck, legs wrapped round and secured to the stool, and my wrists secured to the stool back so I was virtually hugging it. Long leather straps were tightened around the whole lot making me part of the furniture. My growing cock was beginning to put pressure on the inside of the electro chastity device at the prospect of what may be coming - a perfect time for Maggie to reintroduced me to the electrics and that's exactly what she did. That certainly focuses your mind on keeping your cock under control!

My mouth was lined with a red tongued mouthpiece, effectively preventing direct contact with any of Maggie's intimate parts that may tantalisingly present themselves. This was an expected restriction as I know the Chambers rules; no intimate worship allowed, and rules are rules!. With my legs and arms braced round the stool it did make for a very secure place for Mistress to rest her very beautiful derrière, but that delight would have to wait just a little while longer, at least until I had gratefully accepted a few more whiffs of aroma from the open bottle Mistress was holding to my nose and I felt a few more notches on the e-stim. The anticipation made any electro discomfort worthwhile.

Sensually, Mistress extended one leg over my head and gently sat down with her tightly latex covered pussy only millimetres away from my latex covered tongue. I gazed in sheer wonderment at that wonderful sight and naturally my cock started to erect again. Equally naturally, the tighter the erection inhibitor became the better the electric connection to my enclosed cock. What a delightful dilemma that I had no control over. As any red blooded male would, whenever Mistress sexily moved her private parts I got hard - but didn't of course because of the shocks... Maggie really is an expert in teasing her slave and with each tease I know I am sinking deeper and deeper under her spell.

My mouthpiece was removed and Maggie carefully re-oriented her position so her derrière was now right in front of my freed tongue, her lower back and beautiful cheeks within my reach as I was commanded to start licking. The scent and taste of Maggie was glorious. The day was warm and in her tight latex her skin had become drizzled with a thin sheen of perspiration. The taste and scent is absolutely out of this world. The combination of Mistress and moist latex certainly set me deeper and further along the path of total servitude. Sod the electrics, I was in heaven and it was about to get even more sublime.

The anaesthetic mask was once again secured to my face for a nice mixture of poppers and sweet breath control. The hosepipe extending from my nose finished with a dildo. I could only watch as Maggie sitting on her high stool smoothed oil over it, rubbing it in ready for insertion. Sliding her leotard zip open the whole length of the dildo disappeared inside her pussy. Oh what a decision to take.

There was nothing I could do except relish in my total breathing being dependant on Mistresses pussy. All the way in and you can't breathe at all, with just one hole showing I got enough air and my Mistress was taking pleasure in every moment with her breathless slave. I could actually smell the most intimate and private areas of my Mistress and when she finally laid her used dildo on the stool I was told to take care of it. ‘That’s what you wanted, now clean it up slave’. As I did so a strange progression of tastes repeated on my tongue: Mistress, lube and a hint of rubber. I had reached another step along the road of total adoration and dependence on my wonderful owner.


WARNING: This 50 second clip has audio.

Mistress Maggie had taken one of my secret desires that I had forgotten about and turned it into a brilliant reality, moving me along the road I wish to tread. I would like to thank Maggie for being the perfect Mistress but I think I had better re-address my Flickr favourites to see what else has tickled my fancy in the past and who knows...