Ultimate Chastity

I am a very lucky slave. For the past eight years Mistress Maggie has taken me under her wing and I am really happy that she knows she has the freedom to do whatever she wishes to her devoted rubber slave. Part of a promise I made to Maggie was To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question and I have every intention of honouring this promise. After 174 sessions there are certain tasks that I can perform without instruction. I know how to worship Mistresses footwear. I know when to lift my bum when zips need opening, I know when to tense muscles to assist Maggie when she is adjusting straps etc, however, when it comes to the overall flow of a session I listen attentively and follow instruction implicitly. After all, Mistress spends a lot of her pre-session time planning and preparing her sessions and I owe it to her not to cock it up through inattentiveness.

I had a strange, almost unreal hypnogogic experience whilst undertaking my boot worship duty. There I was quite happily kissing and worshipping those rather nice white boots with Maggie’s flogger sensually caressing my latex rump, and as Mistress gently rested her other boot on my back as a footstool I felt totally at peace, as though that was exactly where I wanted and needed to be. Following that out of body experience I was so deeply in the zone and the session got better and better as Mistress proceeded with her plans.

For today's entertainment my costume was lighter than my normal full latex catsuit. I had been asked to bring my zip through latex shorts and those, together with latex socks and gloves were to be the dress code for the day. With me ordered into a crouching position it was not long before the zip was being peeled open to allow my red butt plug to be inserted and sealed in. A double fronted white latex hood completed my costume leaving me viewing the world through small eye perforations and speaking through a zipped up mouth opening. That became my face for the whole session and it was the very last item that Mistress removed at the end. I do find the hood comfortable and easy to wear and of course very versatile with its all enclosing zip up face cover.

We both followed the huge strap-on that Mistress was flaunting into the Clinic, and I had a good idea where that would end up! On entering, two prominent pillar box red items were immediately apparent on the couch. The first was the latex arm binder top which I have been teased into before, but the second was a brand new and very interesting head restraint, it looked like it could do a good job of stopping any head movement and the kind of restraint I have fantasised about.

On occasions my generous girth does cause problems and the last time I wore the arm binder it was tricky fitting me into it. However, we had learned from that experience and this time came up with a much easier approach. Engage the back zip for a few inches prior to attempting to put it on, then step into it like a skirt and hey ho! It was far easier for Mistress to pull the zip all the way up and seal me in with no chance of escape. I do like that feeling and allowed myself another wry smile when Mistress asked if it was warm enough in The Clinic. My experience warned me that it was going to get a whole lot warmer before the end so I replied with a simple. ‘Yes it's warm enough thank you.’

I laid back straight into the neck brace and the straps ensured that was exactly where my head would remain. It felt like my head was in a vice and just to make sure that her patient was truly immobilized, Mistress made her way around the couch, visiting each of its restraining straps and tightening them to their maximum. Legs placed comfortably in the stirrups and strapped in place as well.

It is at times like these when you know you are in the hands of an expert who puts a lot of thought and planning into all her activities. In normal use the neck brace would be attached rigidly to a stretcher. However, Maggie wanted to make the most of the chairs flexibility by lifting and changing the orientation of her patient for her operations. If you alter the inclination, the subject moves a little in the chair to accommodate the new angles, but here Maggie's innovative approach was evident. The head brace had been suitably fixed with the ability to slide along the chair back whilst still keeping the head rigidly attached to the chair. That was pure genius.

The only issue I had with all this rigidity and chair movement was the reduced visibility of my Mistress through the small eye perforations. Maggie knows how I love to see her occasionally during operations and every now and then went out of her way so that I could get just a glimpse of my thoughtful owner.

After a few adjustments to the double fronted hood, Maggie was satisfied she could effectively deploy aromas with her anaesthetic setup which included a one litre rebreather bag to monitor my progress. Long, slow breaths in, breathe out. In, out, in out... after several lungfuls I was feeling even more in that wonderful head space where all I could think about was my stunning Mistress and how I could please her.

As my breathing settled to a steady rhythm the sound of my own breaths became very relaxing and the rebreather was filling up and emptying as it should. Although definitely not an anaesthetic, the aromas have a wonderfully calming and relaxing effect and in particular I could feel my sphincter loosening up ready for what I knew I was about to receive. I was so chilled with the situation, I just lay there in my very happy latex covered world as Mistress slid the zip in my shorts open and started to swab my cock, balls and groin with disinfectant.

A superbly executed example of a mangina

The aromas had certainly done their job to the extent that I hardly felt the first staple being pinged into my scrotum. More pulling and pushing and adjusting the flesh down there and another staple and another and ... I lost count but it is strange what I imagined my cock and balls would look like. My imagination said these staples were all over the place and that the area would look disjointed. How wrong your imagination can be. I should have known better with an expert in charge. Perhaps it was the aroma therapy that clouded my imagination?

Instead, a pure masterpiece of a mangina had been created. Straight, even staples, a very neat line where my manhood used to be and above all no pain whatsoever. I don't think I flinched once, perhaps the occasional sharper intake of breath, but all in all and with Maggie’s words of encouragement, a perfect operation was completed.

I tried to flex my cock because it felt so excited by the stapling, but nothing moved. I tried again and I didn't even have room for a little twitch which was incredibly frustrating because in my mind I really needed to explode. Perhaps Maggie has finally arrived at the situation where I am unable to embarrass myself by unauthorised ejaculations! I felt so useless as a man yet so deliriously happy that my Mistress had wanted us to undertake this journey and had successfully arrived. Oh happy slave.

What happened next is probably the most exciting and exhilarating yet frustrating 25 minutes of high octane ass play I have experienced. First of all the electro dildo that Maggie used vigorously. In. Out. in out... all the time tweaking the dials so I received the maximum stimulus. I was told that I had a lot of arse stretching to enjoy in view of what was about to be inserted up my rectum. In, out, in out stretch it all about was the order, and of course, all the while my cock and balls were being agitated from inside my body making me more and more frustrated as the useless bits were no longer able to respond.

For a little added stimulus, Mistress kindly? added electrodes along the staples on the second e-stim channel and continued with the in out delights of the electro dildo. Maggie's aim was to open me up for the next part of my anal experience. I was about to be introduced to the best fuck yet. Although I believe Mistress’ really thick strap-on did get its tip up my hole, my unwilling body wouldn't let it climb in to its full length. Undeterred, Maggie quickly exchanged the huge invader for a slightly lesser size and set about riding her charge.

Wow! After having felt at home being Maggie's foot stool earlier, I now felt completely at one with my owner occupying my newly bored most intimate orifice. I was her plaything, her sex toy and I felt relaxed and in exactly the right place at the right time.

After such a good stretching Maggie thought I may be ready to have a go at the next phase of anal training. It is our goal to get her gloved hand inside me and I was asked if I wished to proceed. Another no brainer, I was well under the influence, well relaxed and raring to try for her fist. Maggie has special Crisco cream for such occasions and greased her new glove with a good handful and I could feel her fist was almost in. With hindsight I really wish I had braced a little more and encouraged Maggie to push a little more because I feel that I was millimetres away from becoming Maggie's glove puppet. Almost but not quite. Mistress did say that we were almost there and progress had definitely been made.

I wonder what it would feel like to be zipped inside my rubber suit once the mangina was completed? I wonder what it will feel like when Mistress does manage to insert her hand up my arse? I wonder what other extreme delights Maggie has in store for one of her most adoring and faithful slaves? I do know with absolute certainty that I will do what I promised for my imaginative, talented and occasionally sadistic (yes it was sadistic to staple up my cock and balls then tell me to try to orgasm 'like a woman') Mistress.

I can also confirm that once the staples were removed my cock and balls returned to normal functionality and later I was able to finally relieve some of that pent up tension that Mistress Maggie always generates in this slave. Today was truly memorable, thank you Maggie.

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