A Few More Small Steps

Little did either of us know that this Friday 13th session would be the last time for the foreseeable future that I would be able to come so physically close to Mistress Maggie. The rapidly changing advice from the government about Covid 19 meant that Maggie had decided to terminate all sessions for the safety of her slaves, but more importantly from my perspective, for Maggie and her husbands’ safety. After all I need her to be fit and well when/if she decides that she can continue with my journey.

In this session Maggie helped guide me a few extra steps towards becoming a much better slave. In isolation each step forward may have been very small, but we did cover a lot of ground today.

This was my 184th session and having attended so often it would be impossible not to revisit some of my earlier experiences, though so far no two training sessions have ever been the same. One of the beauties of my training is that Mistress consistently orchestrates my vast number of experiences into infinitely variable combinations. Even setting out with the same plan, it is invariably different from any previous session. The constant is the admiration, trust and complete adoration I hold for my beautiful Mistress.

Once again I was down on my hands and knees being instructed by Mistress to kiss her boots. I am unable to count the number of pairs of new boots I have worshipped since my training began, nor the many different circumstances. In the past I have tentatively worshipped Maggie’s shoes in a shop, had my tongue dragged up and down a pair of thigh highs with my nose on a chain and even been told to attend to them whilst suffocating in plastic, by comparison today’s boot worship orders were relatively tame. ’Kiss them in a ’French style' slave’. I soon learned that this involved alternating kisses down the side of each boot, three kisses in succession making audible mwah! mwah! mwah! noises. Imagine the privilege of French kissing your beautiful Mistress, even if it was restricted to boot level.

From there we moved on to my latex dressing, and I was easily into my working suit and lying supine on the rubber bed having my balls tied up. Mistress was adamant that the rope should be tight and would be more pleasing if my balls were also separated, this certainly made sure my cock was sufficiently engorged, enough to use as a handy handle to propel her slave to the centre of the room where I was to be suspended for a little more fun.

The heavy leather harness ensured I would be safe and Maggie ensured I would be flying by attaching a wooden leg spreader and hoisting my legs up at the rear. That, with the addition of a fully sealed panoramic mask had me ready for lift off.

The next twenty minutes of my life were spent flying. One big tug on my handy cock handle and Maggie had me swinging back and forth. After that, momentum was maintained through regular slaps with her leather paddle as she circled round me, laughing. I wasn’t allowed to fly without luggage either, once I had been treated to a few puffs of liquid aroma a large wooden weight was padlocked on to my ball bondage, not exactly a travelling trunk, but definitely a good chunk off some hardwood tree.

With my balls used as a cargo hold and being swung by my handy cock again I could gaze through the wide screen at my marvellous Mistress, until it was time to find the key to the lock that was securing the wooden block to the rope round my cock and balls.

Now you might think this would be an easy task, because Mistress always knows where all her equipment is located. Hmmm! Not so this time. Once I was released from the harness I was put on a lead and taken for a tour of the upper Chambers to locate the missing key. That was when the heavy wooden block really came into its own. The first thing to realise about this new form of torture is that the block is really heavy, and I mean ball-stretchingly heavy. The second thing to know is that the block is square and has rather sharp corners.

I had no option but to try walking with my legs wide open to avoid banging my ankles with half a tree. 'Look under the bed slave’, so I gingerly knelt down, resting the block between my aching legs and... you guessed it. Of course the bloody key wasn't under the bed, why would it be?

With lots of banging and clattering of ankles I was led back round the Playroom. 'Under the horse slave?' Nope, no keys there. Then just as I was getting up Maggie announced that, 'It’s here slave. On the keyring!’ Hmmm. Why didn't I think it would be on a keyring. My balls were giving up the ghost and I could feel the bondage rope sliding off them one twist at a time until the heavy block sank to the ground. At last, free but stretched balls. We didn't need that bloody key after all. Was that planning or what? My Mistress really is an expert in the deadpan sadistic humour department.

Free of the block I was told to bend over the Horse to have an electronic prostrate massager inserted up my bum. Mistress tested out several program variations before she was convinced of the signal I should receive, it was then a case of making sure no wires were disturbed while she helped me to slip into the thick rubber bondage suit. Yes Mistress, it must have looked hilarious - no chance of me walking with wide legs now, with my ankles confined I had to bunny hop through to the clinic couch and there I was strapped down.

Maggie put her rubber apron on, a sign that inevitable treatments would be carried out but with no clue what they may be. Mistress never neglects my love of latex, and went on to make sure I was totally covered in it by raising my head and pulling on the inflatable gas mask hood. Taking care to pump without over inflating it my latex nurse soon had me feeling its wonderful embracing pressure, an extension hose was added to allow safe administration of her prescribed aromas from its position out of the way on the IV stand.

Meanwhile, down below I wasn't allowed to touch my aching cock as the mitts were securely attached to the waist strap. Any playing with cock and balls at this stage was only for Maggie. As it happened, Mistress was initially more interested in some long overdue nipple training, and to get my treatment started produced two steel towers with attached clamps; designed for extending nipples. This was the first time I had worn these and I do wish they had worked first time. I could accommodate the pain the first time but because my nipples are sorrily small the least bit of stretching and the clamps let go. After the second and third abortive attempts, my nipples felt like they had been dragged through a thorn bush backwards and thank goodness for the soothing aromas.

Maggie wasn’t impressed with the poor performance and with a bunch of expletives went to find her reliable clover clamps. They went on nicely aside from the fact my nipples by now were sore. No matter, at least they were clamped and sore! Maggie sounded a lot happier once my nipples were finally receiving her painful therapy and she could turn her attentions to matters lower down. She purred that I was about to have a larger sound inserted down my cock and that I would enjoy the largeness.

Mistress wasn't wrong, my eager cock sucked it all in without an inch of hesitation, then, to follow an even larger sound was selected and it’s oiled up tip began teasing my hole. When left to its own devices it also slid in very easily and very smoothly, and despite Mistress playing little games with my nipple chain I really started to enjoy the situation and actually started humping the sound. In between gently pulling on my nipples Mistress glided the large long sound in and out creating orgasmic sensations, while the electric box delivered the selected massaging pulses to my prostate.

Then it was all over. I had experienced each of these individual exercises before in some form or other, but as I said at the start, this session was unique in how it developed, unique in the sensations it delivered, but constant in the way that Mistress Maggie had guided me down a few small extra steps for which I will be eternally grateful.

I can't say Friday 13th is at all unlucky. If I had a session booked for Friday 20th it would have been cancelled, so in that sense Friday 13th was a truly lucky day for this slave.

Thank you Mistress and the only thing I hope for is that you both stay safe, make the most of your enforced downtime and that you may consider my request to be one of the first trainees to attend the Chambers when you feel safe enough to resume.

WARNING: This 2 minute clip has audio.