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.


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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...