Black Gold

Today was an honorary Friday. The observant among you will have noticed that 99% of the sessions I have with Mistress Maggie do occur on Fridays, a ritual which dates back to when I was working and finished early on Friday’s. I could have a marvellous session then a wonderfully relaxing weekend knowing that Maggie had finished her working week as well and could similarly relax. Tomorrow, Mistress would be away, so Thursday became our Friday!

My all black water goddess

This second session of the 20's, my 181st with my superb Mistress, started with the vision of an all black, latex covered goddess, and when I say all black I mean from head to toe, from fingertips to fingertips Maggie looked like shimmering shining liquid oil. The dim light in the hallway played across every latex curve and acted like a mirror across her tight latex bottom, I edged as close as I dared to that wonderful rear as we climbed the stairs to the Playroom. Not too close but what a stunning view!

I instantly obeyed the instructions to change into socks and gloves, kneel in front of my owner, willingly accept a latex hood and happily worship her calf length boots. As an illustration as to the excellent training I have received, as I was worshipping her footwear Mistress gently cropped my cheeks and in a seamless action had my arse lubricated and butt plug inserted while I was still kissing her big toe. 'I would like you in black latex', she said, and with a total lack of ceremony or fuss my working suit was talced and I was in. Once more I was happily cocooned inside my rubber skin.

Neither did it take long for Mistress to position the toilet box and suggest it would be an excellent idea for me to slide under the pan and prepare for a nice long drink. Mistress clearly knows my thoughts or how else would she know I was a little dehydrated.

The toilet box was fitted with the latex funnel rather than direct delivery into my mouth, meaning I would not be performing as her toilet, but more like her personal drain. The downside to this is that all that was visible as Mistress descended and the nectar flowed was the dark shadow and the feint image of the pool of pee as it filled the rubber funnel shaped chamber. Without prompting, I had already placed the tube in my mouth and gladly sucked up all the considerable contents of Maggie's very full bladder.

With my thirst quenched and the toilet box tidied away my black goddess fitted me into two leather body harnesses, tightening them until I was very snugly restrained behind the leather and beckoned me to follow her into the Clinic. I really cannot do justice to the description of my black-gold goddess... You need to experience the thrill in person to understand how I felt and how much I rely on Maggie to help me improve my servitude.

On entering the Clinic more polished black latex greeted me. Mistress had completely rubberised the operating couch, transforming the grey leather of the couch into a sea of shimmering black, shiny latex that perfectly matched my Mistresses outfit. Maggie had gone to town today with latex. It was everywhere. I was now covered in the wonderful material and it wasn't too long until I had it filling my insides, covering my cock and in fact I was just becoming a rubber toy for my Mistress. Oh I do love that feeling. Mistress was covered in the marvellous material and now I was to lay on a super soft bed of it. I said this was going to be my best decade ever!

Mistress carefully chose the panoramic gas mask so that I could gaze at my Black Beauty. The straps were tightened to their maximum and another open face hood sealed the lot to my head which was now in three layers of tight rubber. The feelings that generated were enhanced by the fact that I had superb vision of my owner; perhaps a little scary with her totally encased as well, but it was a wonderful feeling. A little talc inside the inflatable mitts and they slid easily over my hands and I knew to clench the fists inside the glove rendering my hands totally useless once Maggie had finished pumping them up.

Maybe it is part of Maggie's longer term plan to increase the intensity of my training in the 20's, because the mitts were definitely pumped up harder than last decade. The consequence of my ball hands was that although I could get them round to stroke Mistresses rear, I had no tactile feedback. Still I suppose that again is part of the direction I wish to travel, where it pleases Maggie and I suppose that lack of feedback is Maggie's way of enhancing my frustration that builds throughout every session. Though at times and without warning, Mistress does devote time to caressing her rubberised slave as she floats about her Clinic. Those wonderfully sensual caresses can be like a very pleasant electric shock; It makes me feel so alive.

Unfortunately, for me anyway, the panoramic did not last forever. It is not set up to accommodate a re-breather bag, so when Mistress wanted me puffing on my own air the mask was changed for something that had been modified for the job; a GP5 gas mask. With a couple of turns of her wrist Mistress had her wish and the rebreathe bag became my air source.

The GP5 has a more traditional aspect of two small windows on the world, but fortunately it didn't prevent my vision unduly, ensuring that the awe, wonderment, longing and feelings for my Mistress continued to mount. At this stage with my triple hoods and thick working suit I was getting a little warm and I really felt for my Mistress who was doing all the hard work and still wearing her total latex outfit, including that sensational hood. Alas, those were the only feelings for my Mistress that I was allowed, as by now my wrists had been attached to the stout leather harness.

It was now time to find out why I was wearing the second harness below the waist. Mistress opened my cock zip and made certain that the horny thing that sprang out was passed through the harness ring, then began stretching and dressing it in rubber in the form of an open ended sheath round my now exposed and not so private parts.

Maggie's attention moved southwards where two further items of rubber were to be introduced into our playtime. The first was an innocuous looking dildo - well within my capabilities I thought, except the damn thing was inflatable! I was already well stretched and oiled having been wearing my red plug since the start of the session, and when this was eased out it was a relatively easy matter to slip in the inflatable and start pumping away.

Having inflated latex up your bum is a strange sensation. It feels far less intimidating than the solid dildo's, as is only to be expected as it’s much like a balloon. Maggie played with it for quite a long time, pushing it in and pulling it out. I could feel it compressing when it entered, moving about inside and shaping into whatever hole it was filling. Even with the pump still pumping, the dildo is not uncomfortable, although because of its slight pear shape when inflated, if it is left unattended even momentarily it does have a tendency to be expelled with an embarrassing plop and go bouncing off around the Clinic!

My anal experiences were not yet over, to keep me truly stuffed with rubber a large and somewhat familiar ribbed plug was gently eased home. I have been filled with this very big plug in the past, but Mistress had chosen to abandon it because there is no appreciable flange to hold it in place and consequently it would sneak out while Mistress was not looking. Maggie was not going to allow it liberty on her new floor covering today, and so it was gently pushed home, zipped in and buckled in place behind the leather harness. 'That should keep it in’.

The final part of today's latex extravaganza naturally turned to my cock and balls. After all, Mistress uses them for her amusement, and so far they had done nothing except luxuriate within the confines of the rubber sheath. Out came the bondage board and the electro kit for a little more 'sizzling enjoyment'; not sure if that was Maggie's enjoyment or mine!

Anyway, my cock and balls appeared to take um-bridge at being left until last and went as flat as a pancake, well almost. That definitely didn't please Mistress but a few firm slaps and some coaxing had the little fella standing to reasonable attention, only to be immediately grabbed and roped down like a steer. Electrodes round its neck and electrodes round its belly made it tickle and flinch with the electric pulses, and I was left being tickled and shocked accompanied by a big grin from my Mistress.

That would normally be the end of the session but I was so honoured to be asked to help Mistress with her un-rubbering. I know from pleasant experiences that after a good session I need help getting out of the hot sticky latex suit, and boy was this a good session. Today Maggie had the same sticky problem, so with trembling fingers I very carefully unzipped her black latex hood to reveal Mistresses beautiful but a little damp face. Then I was needed to unzip her tight latex outfit and help her to extract her arms. That was as far as I was needed, but I got a rare glimpse of Maggie's perfectly smooth and simply beautiful bare back and I actually felt that I had been able to do something to help Mistress and be a proper slave.

I loved every rubbery minute and the sight of Mistress Maggie in her all black latex attire was simply mind-blowing. Thank you Mistress.

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Happy New Year

What a start not only to the new year but to a new decade. Luck had it that I was the fortunate person to have the first session of the new decade with Mistress Maggie. It had been my little fantasy to be the first slave to present myself, though I am aware that to Mistress my appointment will only be the first of many slaves to arrive at the Preston Chambers, but in my own secret special way I think that my Mistress has a good thought for her first customer in 2020.

With the new year came a fresh start to the session and I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks, gloves and for the first time ever, my black latex tee-shirt. I was not overly concerned about being naked from waist down as my Mistress has full access to all areas, but pleasurable or painful it seemed likely that my naked bits would be receiving some attention. Actually I did not have much chance to ponder on the possibilities before a rubber hood was zipped on me and I was viewing Maggie through small eyeholes.

Other things never change, and once more, Mistress beautifully attired in her stunning latex required her slave to worship her boots.

Though I did not have too much aroma today the medicine did start early, and to my surprise my first scent of aromas was delivered from between Maggie’s breasts. 2020 was going to be a good year I could tell! A couple of long sniffs on the brown bottle and as I bent down to put my tongue to work on her boot leather Maggie cheekily slipped my butt plug up my ass. It can be hard to concentrate on cleaning boots while on the aroma and with the vision of a Mistress towering over you waving a crop. Playing safe I settled for synchronising my tongue movements with my swirling intoxicated brain cells!

As always Mistress was aware of the limitations of my knees and thoughtfully asked me to don the Playroom kneepads, then some rather strange but simple steel shackles were tightened onto my wrists. These are particularly uncomfortable after a while because the threaded bar that tightens them pokes up by a good 10cm, which means you cannot rest your head on your arms whilst your bum sticks skyward. Still, it’s all in a slaves day so I mustn't grumble.

It was quite sunny outside, but any sun out there was totally eclipsed by the sun that Mistress created from my arsehole. Using a particularly vibrant and particularly sticky tape my anal stretching was taken way beyond what I had previously experienced. Maggie managed to work the ends of the tape actually inside my little bud then systematically went round each ray, stretching and tightening so my anus was being stretched in all directions, but the opening was virtually sealed by the embedded tape. This was quite fortunate because Maggie wanted to slip a stainless steel electric butt plug inside for a little more 'fun’. The taped opening worked well as the silver bullet eased its way inside and of course just stuck there.

And what level should the steel electrode operate on? Maggie decided it would be interesting to stick to the laws of physics, and just like the sun have masses of heat radiating from my core, the electrics were gradually increased to the maximum level 99 and I am proud to say I accepted the full blast. I was much less sure when she threatened to repeat the same levels down a sound in my cock!

With the heat gone and the plug removed, what followed was a dish full of soapy water pumped into the Bardex up my backside. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but something wasn't quite right in the damned area, maybe because the doctor had given me new tablets to take?

Maggie was explaining that she intended to fit me into the leather suspension bag with my belly full of enema and asked if I was up for it. Oh boy yes, but with my training comes the added responsibility to help Mistress no matter what the consequences. I was already feeling desperate for the toilet and I really didn't want to disappoint her by letting go inside the leather lined body bag and so I advised Mistress of my reservations. I always am honest with Maggie and I thought nothing of it as I was sent to the bathroom to expel the soapy onslaught.

When cleaned and back in the Playroom, Maggie had me lay face down on the bed. That really was a nice experience until Mistress whispered that she had a surprise for me. ‘As you’re useless with a Bardex slave I am going to fill your arse with something else’. The swish of the cane rang through my ears and I received four or five quick raps across my arse. Mistress wasn’t pleased and wanted to teach me not to spoil her fun. ‘Yes slave, I’ll fill your arse with pain instead!’ The strokes must have been delivered with some venom as two stripes were still faintly visible after a week!

It was relatively quick to get me into the leather sleepsack. In no time I was lying snug and comfortable as Maggie tightened the laces and straps to secure me in place. This exercise is highly recommended as it is so relaxing and had it not been for the other activities planned by my Mistress I am sure I could have drifted off to sleep.

Had I done so I would have been gently awakened by the rocking of the overhead gantry as first one end then the other was slowly hoisted from the ground. I have mentioned it before but it never ceases to amaze me how a slim, beautiful lady can hoist a lump of a slave. I know excellent design work went into the overhead and pulleys are used to enable Maggie to move the chunkiest of slaves.

I would have further been returned to reality by Mistress opening the crotch zip and extracting my little cock, (remind me not to play with myself on the morning of a session!) which needed more than a little encouragement to make it a suitable size to have the electro sound inserted deeply in it. Once paired with a matching electrode my cock was standing up straight ready for more e-stim.

Thank goodness Maggie didn't make good her threat of maxing the unit to level 99, instead I received a very pleasant electro-vibrating sensation, and thank goodness Mistress decided not to apply the full face covering, not that darkness frightens me, but I do love being able to watch as the most beautiful woman imaginable moves about attending to her very compliant and willing slave. Even with the e-stim throbbing away I love gazing at my Mistress, or is that partly due to the effects of the e-stim? Whichever, when a blindfold comes out I feel a little blind and disconnected.

However, on this occasion Mistress treated me to the perfect blindfold and one where I could remain connected to my owner. Mistress had been carrying round the aroma jar in her bra and every now and then would remove the lid and treat me to another sniff. This time when she opened the bottle, she soaked a pad and pushed it into her latex bra, right at the base of her cleavage.

Then as I swung Maggie approached and ever so slowly placed my nose in the valley and moved even closer so her breasts formed the perfect seal. I could breathe in the aroma; I couldn't see a thing yet I knew I was as close to my Mistress as she would allow. Comforted by the warmth of her perfect breasts I thought I had ascended into heaven. As I inhaled the scent of the aroma its effect magnified my feelings and I tried harder to snuggle deeper into those magnificent mounds.

I really did feel at one with the world, at one with my Mistress and happy that finally Maggie had provided me with a blindfold that I really loved.

To conclude what can only be described as a fantastic start to a decade, Mistress once again took charge of the suspension ropes and little by little I was lowered to the ground. Not all the way, just enough to allow her to stand astride her slave and feed me with a drink of fresh nectar. A gentle trickle that I had to catch every drop of, but it was far far better saluting and celebrating the New Year with Maggie’s nectar than the glass of whisky I’d had on New Years eve. It shows how much under Mistress Maggie's influence I have ascended. My favourite tipple is no longer Glenmorangie or Bushmills because I can't get enough of Maggie's pee.

I would like to give Mistress Maggie the biggest thank you for all my wonderful experiences since 2011 and my wish for the next decade is that I am still needed as Maggie's slave and hopefully friend.

Happy New Year!