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?