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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