Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

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This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

Sometimes Truth Hurts

Although I have promised to always tell Mistress Maggie everything that is of concern or interest to her, today’s session did cast a fleeting doubt about telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but despite the consequences I will continue with my current policy of full disclosure and the fleeting doubts have vanished. It all started when Mistress said the following in my calling letter on Thursday afternoon -

‘New information that I did not know of has come to light in a blog and your rubber Mistress is ready to take appropriate action.’ 

I had 24 hours to decipher this possibly very exciting message. I read and re-read several of the most recent blogs I have published and couldn't latch on to anything that would upset my Mistress, so it must be exciting for me!

Hmmm! Not exciting at all! - but more about that later. Mistress was covered head to toe in tight black latex when she greeted me, finished with a long ankle skimming skirt. I presented the confirmatory letter about a negative RLFT, had my temperature taken and passed her Covid test, by now the only thing making my temperature rise was the sight of Mistress in her stunning black latex. Mistress suggested I may like to raise the hem of her skirt to assist her mounting the staircase to the Playroom without catching her heels. No second bidding was required and I did manage to raise it a little higher than was absolutely necessary and I did get a peek of those fabulous legs.

The Playroom was warmish but we agreed that the heater might be better turned up a notch and I left Maggie warming up as I adjourned to the bathroom to return in my latex socks and gloves. It was at that point when my hopes and aspirations arising from my unidentified blog comment were put to bed. I was reminded that I wrote… Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking,... Maggie had taken umbrage at my remark, that I had dared to attempt to play with myself in her presence and preferred to broadcast it to the world rather than seek her permission.

‘It seems to have escaped your mind that you are my slave', she rebuked. 'I decide what you do with your hands when you’re in my company and your cock and balls are mine to play with!’. I was ordered into the centre of the room and told to stand with hands out, one on top of the other whilst she turned round to retrieve a leather tawse and placed its tip at the centre of my upturned hand.

I looked in horror as she raised her arm and without any hanging back delivered the hardest, stingiest crack across my upmost hand. That really was an eye-watering blow and I must have flinched as I saw the first downward swing, because not only did it strike my palm, it caught my thumb as well. After that I thought it better to close my eyes, I certainly howled after the strokes were delivered but avoided any further flinching! Three to each hand, each one accompanied by a promise I truly meant, that I would never masturbate or attempt to wank in Mistresses presence again unless instructed otherwise. I shall continue to tell the truth because I have promised that to Maggie.

With my fully justified admonishment with the Lochgelly tawse completed normal service was resumed. There was still boot worship for me to do and while still on my hands and knees Maggie quickly moved on to my back hole insertions. A butt plug, not my own but an electrical one, was installed and held in place with a stout rubber harness, so I knew my anus was in for some fun. However, the toy was not producing the results that Mistress wanted and I ended up being stuffed with a deeply embedded pair of Kegel balls instead. Ramped up to a level 60 power setting on Maggie’s electro console they were soon performing perfectly to her (and my) satisfaction. 

By now my Invincible catsuit had reached a nice temperature and once Maggie had me sealed inside her Studio Gum system mask, her chosen hood for the day, she helped me slide into my suit. For the first time the five zipper configuration came into its own, Maggie was able to feed the electro leads through the first two zip pulls, leaving the remainder available for accessing cock and balls should Mistress want to. A very nice arrangement if I say so myself. 

Next it was into The Clinic where a thick straitjacket bodysuit was spread out waiting for me. I have been captured in this bodybag so many times, yet it still feels so good, especially being in two thick rubber layers with my own catsuit being underneath. The straitjacket styled arms fastened my arms to my collar and were forced into a bent elbow position with tight leather straps, a rubber gag was pushed into my mouth and clipped into place on the system mask, and electric pulses were racing round inside my arse. I felt really great as Maggie began taking total charge of her slave, all I could do or even want to do was to be in this position to provide Mistress with her rubber plaything slave. 

Then came the most rigid bondage I have yet to experience. The tightest being the leather strap across my eyes. Maggie tightened this to the extent that any attempted movement on my part only resulted in an ache across my eye sockets. Welcoming Maggie's attention to strictness I sensed that each of the straps securing me to The Couch was tightened and further tightened until I was just a dummy. The lights were dimmed, the door quietly closed and I was left all alone. I could breath, and I could think and for the next 20 minutes or so I did just that and thought constantly about my Mistress, her black beauty, her latex covered features with her tan coloured ponytail resting gracefully over her shoulder… 

Every so often I could just detect the feint swish as the door opened and Mistress quietly entered my silent, restricted world to check on her charge, tighten the odd strap and occasionally, if I was really fortunate, make the gentlest of caresses somewhere on my eager body before abandoning me in the dark again. Maggie latterly brought my mind into sharp focus as, during one silent encroachment I felt the zipper around my groin being slowly opened, on another she tied something delicate around my cock and balls, each visit working up to some stricter work on my exposed body parts and application of her cold steel ballstretcher.

Although I am a partly trained slave I am also a red blooded male human, and all this intermittent silent attention from my owner had the inevitable effect of a premature explosion. Whether it was the total immobility, the thought that I was absolutely under the control of a very beautiful dominatrix, the simple stimulation of attaching the ball stretching weight or just the fact that I perhaps should have relieved myself after the previous session or... Well I know I disappointed Mistress but I did experience the most explosive orgasm that left my balls empty and my cock shrinking back to a minuscule little knob.

So much so, that with a laugh Maggie said, ‘That is now useless and I'm not even going to try putting a sound in there, let alone decorate it with the steel rings I’d envisaged for it.’ I felt somewhat ashamed that I hadn't been able to control my feelings. I was still tightly strapped in place and perhaps this was the only way that I could show appreciation for my Mistress?  However, my balls were not going to get away scot-free. Oh no, they were still being stretched, the gap between the ball rings was being continuously increased, while the device itself was firmly attached to the goalposts at the bottom of the couch.

Mistress was determined to give her slave more wonderful experiences, and after removing the tight straps across my head the gasmask part of the system mask was zipped into place, thereon I would be using the bellows for my air supply. The bellows didn't work quite as well as the previous session, possibly because I was knackered by now and couldn't concentrate on making a good air seal, Maggie also investigated the set up and being able to easily get two fingers inside at the neckline declared it ’un-airtight’. No problem, we just reverted to the tried and tested anaesthetic mask.

That was excellent with the bellows doing their rhythmic in, out, in, out and a good dose of aromas helping to partly rejuvenate this rather pathetic example of a slave who had disappointed his Mistress by cumming too early. Despite the slight improvement in the twitching groin area, my arms were starting to ache from their rigid bondage and Maggie realised that the session had come to its natural conclusion. Off came the strapping and straight jacket and I was allowed some respite as I lay there thoroughly satiated.

In another of her mischievous moments and with that wonderful glint in her eyes, Maggie said she wasn't going to waste the extra time available due to my incompetence and announced that she wanted a go on the bellows and asked me to video her enjoyment. That was a highly charged end to the session and I was delighted to see Mistresses eyes gently close as she enjoyed her synchronised breathing and bellows experience. However, I have earned more punishments at some time in the future as Mistress has subsequently needed to write to me to tell me about another of my failures.

‘ I wasn’t too happy with the video slave, as I’d asked you if my ponytail was okay and you said yes, yet the video shows that it was not okay, not even in the ponytail socket and held on my head by a couple of strands of hair. Definitely more punishment required.’

I did think Mistress Maggie looked stunning enjoying her bellows experience and to me at the time, her appearance was absolutely perfect. I clearly got that wrong and expect the punishment. I still have a long way to go before I am trained in Maggie's image of an acceptable slave, but will continue to work hard towards becoming an adept rubber covered one, and yes I will continue to be honest with my owner, no matter what the consequences.

Beautiful Autumn Colours

I knew that Mistress Maggie may be taking me out for a walk, because her calling email arrived at the start of the week, asking if I could attend an hour earlier. 

‘Slave, you may need to attend earlier than usual this Friday if you are able, so we can take advantage of the daylight, having some fun taking outdoor photos in latex with Autumnal setting…’

What a question. Of course I replied in the affirmative, but I would have been ready to start there and then! This was the Monday preceding our Friday appointment giving me a whole four extra days to get excited, I even managed to do some private latex wearing, although it is never as good as being with Mistress. 

What a beautiful location for worshipping a beautiful woman.
That is the upturned bucket hat Maggie is sitting on.
Lucky bucket!

I have very fond memories of our earlier excursion to the woods and wondered if it would be the same venue as our previous outing. Last time it was spring and the woodland was in pristine green, whereas this week was well into autumn. When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress soon revealed the mystery of her secret venue, and yes we would be returning to the same woodland. Yippee! The new Covid formalities that have become the norm were quickly completed. Yes I had remembered my mask. Yes I had completed a negative RLFT that morning. Yes I passed Maggie's temperature test and finally gave my hands a good sanitise. I was a little early, about three minutes, but Mistress was superbly dressed in her all black latex ensemble and ready to welcome me in.

We would be going to the woods in my vehicle so I had parked close to the chambers to ensure that Mistress didn't have too far to walk. It was only fair because of all the hard work and planning she invests in her slaves, on this occasion she had drawn a story board which quickly educated me on the three main shots she wished to capture, and we spent a few moments going over her plans: slave to concentrate on his deportment, maintain a proud and upright stature, not to get too close...  and the remainder just flowed in and around me as I was drawn repeatedly back to how ravishing my Mistress was with the heat of the latex radiating from her absolutely stunning outfit.

Mistress then helped me to get dressed for our little trip. In my last session we had learned that by being more careful donning my latex catsuit I should be able to achieve a perfect fit, spending a little more time pulling it up properly and easing the crotch area into my crotch did the trick and I was already halfway to being a decent looking rubber chauffeur for Maggie. Did I detect a little linger by Maggie as she polished off the few smears of talc? Perhaps. For once, latex socks were not allowed, as it is not at all easy to get into my Hunter boots wearing those. Speaking of which, Mistress taped over the boot logo so as not to detract from the overall appearance, and after checking her supply bucket had all the props we needed in it we donned our coats and we were off.

A quick rubber glove over the hose soon had me gasping and
begging for air as Maggie teased me with some outdoor breath play!

The short drive to our location was uneventful, unlike the final short walk to the glade which did have its moments. I had put my wellies on when we alighted from the car whereas Mistress kept her trainers on; a very sensible precaution as her thigh boots could have ended up in a right sludgy mess. As we walked, me carrying the bucket and tripod and Maggie carrying the camera, our chosen path went through what can only be described as a quagmire. My boots were fine but as Maggie made her way gingerly across, her foot sunk into the mud and as she extricated it, off came the trainer! I quickly grabbed the camera as somehow Maggie managed to hop out of the quagmire and lean over to fish out the errant shoe. Luckily that was the end of the problems and a few yards further on we arrived at the perfect location.

In hindsight that little bog effectively ruled out any casual walkers, which meant we didn't see a soul throughout the shoot. It was a really marvellous location. The floor was carpeted with a dappled covering of leaves with all the autumnal colours, while not all of the leaves had fallen yet leaving some added interest in the trees. One thing noticeable from our previous outing here was the traffic noise. With the trees heavily covered in leaves all external sound was deadened on our last visit, whereas today the noise from the nearby fast road was certainly audible. 

Under Maggie’s expert direction I was soon walking on a lead, devoting myself to her thigh length boots and being starved of air in a breath control scene, the three outlined scenarios had been covered and Maggie was happy with her photos and videos. Looking at the pictures I think that if I am fortunate enough to be considered a suitable model again, I will suggest to Mistress an open faced mask under the gas mask, so we don't have to see any of this useless slaves rather large neckline.

Breathe deeply slave

Unfortunately it was time to leave, everything was tidied away back into the handy bucket, and we donned our coats which I had hung on a convenient branch. Making our way back to my car, this time being very cautious when traversing the bog, we did see a couple of people on another path, but after a cheery hello no one took any notice. Not that I would blame them if they did, after all Maggie looked a vision in her pale padded coat, all snug in her pulled up fur lined hood, with her latex hood framed perfectly inside it: she looked absolutely wonderful.

A quick coffee was eagerly consumed back at the Chambers before Mistress announced, ‘Upstairs slave. I have unfinished business.’ Mistress said that she had not been to the toilet all afternoon and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity, now was the time and she would be feeding her toilet slave. I was allowed a little more latex now and had to put on my rubber socks, Mistress then fitted me with a latex face mask with eye holes and a nice wide mouth hole, before being ordered under the toilet box to wait for my desserts. 

That’s one quite amusing situation to find yourself in! With a little craning of the neck I can just peep over the rim of the toilet, I’m sure Mistress must get a hugely amusing view just seeing the top of a latex head straining to see out of the toilet. I digress. I could just catch a glimpse of Mistress pouring some aromas onto a waiting towel then placing the aroma soaked portion over my nose whilst leaving the remainder trailing out of the pan and over the seat. Maggie closed the toilet lid and there I lay, very comfortable in the latex neck ruff and breathing in the heady aromas scent. I don't know what it is about aromas but I was getting more relaxed yet more excited about what was about to be delivered with every intake of breath.

Drink deeply slave!

Left in semi darkness, gently breathing, getting more aroused and contemplating what a marvellous afternoon I had already experienced, I heard the almost silent swish of a zip and hoped that was Mistress preparing to deliver a very welcome drink. The aromas had really worked and I was ready and eager for a thirst quenching drink, or for that matter, ready and willing for anything that could possibly please Mistress.

As it happened I didn't have long to wait until I was able to admire the beautiful view as darkness descended and Maggie took a seat above me. Mistress has a remarkable ability of regulating her flow so that it doesn't overwhelm her subject, what isn't predictable is the precise angle the nectar will be delivered. There the slave has to look and make lightening fast adjustments if he is to catch as much as he can, I am quite adept at this but not yet perfect, and occasionally I get a good dollop that seeps inside my hood and settles at the back of my head. I mention this because Mistress got quite a moist surprise when it came to removing my hood later, and I think it is my slave duty to make it my policy to warn her in future.

Remaining in my catsuit it was now time for some confining latex bondage. Maggie was searching through the huge selection of hoods that she keeps in her hood drawer, eventually finding the one she was looking for; an unusual looking hood with perforated eyes and rather a lot of tubes, two of which were inserted up my nose. She then worked hard to get me encased in her new latex bondage sack. I had seen this previously when Maggie took delivery of it before the Covid outbreak, it was designed to be neck entry, no zips and capable of being used as a vac sac. We both agreed at the time that there was no way I could get into the neck opening no matter how stretchy, and neither would her other mature rubberists. During lockdown Maggie had taken time to put a back zip in it, even with the zip fully opened it was a tight squeeze to get me in, but with a lot of pushing and pulling the zipper could finally be pulled right to the top and there I stood precariously balancing inside the tight bag. Maggie had me hop backwards towards the cage door, where a leather strap tethering me to the bars soon resolved any problems of slave instability.

Stand to attention slave, and don't play with yourself!

Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking, but it was no good, my suit fits so well and is so snug that all I could achieve was an unproductive rub of my cock through the thick latex. I am not sure if Mistress knew I was trying to pleasure myself. Well, she will now!

Nothing else I could do after that except accept my double rubbered situation and watch through the perforations as Maggie relaxed on the bed. She is an absolutely mesmerising sight and I was quite happy just getting the occasional glimpse. However, tranquillity was soon shattered when Mistress, perhaps inspired by my alien appearance, had a desire for some entertainment and insisted that I recite Vogon poetry to her. That request totally flummoxed me and Mistress Maggie has posted on her Twitter feed some of the worst poetry you could ever imagine, courtesy of yours truly!

I was embarrassed at my complete inability to create any form of poetry, but thinking back that is probably the purpose of Vogon poetry? I even managed a Vogon song. On the positive side, the singing and poetry were SO bad that it made Mistress laugh - that was worth ALL the embarrassing poetry a captive slave could babble.

However, when I arrived home, the creative and poetic juices were still flowing without the delicious distractions of my beautiful Mistress doing her best to get her slave tied up in knots, and I came up with the following Vogon ditty -

Mistress has a faithful slave 

Its name is last-hole jo

And every where that Maggie goes

Her slave is sure to follow, close behind

I had a fabulous trip out into the wilderness; a fantastic, long and refreshing drink and time in a tight latex body bag. All in all another wonderful experience and what a day for fireworks!

Dark, Breathless Moments!

As I approached my 193rd session on my journey to becoming a more than adequate slave to Mistress Maggie the calling e-mail from my stunning Mistress had arrived. True to form her illusive words set my imagination racing, but what could they mean? ‘Your rubber Mistress will be providing you with dark breathless moments and…’  It could refer to the rebreather hood trialled in the last session or perhaps a nice gas mask with the bug eye blindfolds attached or... none of the above as I soon found out. Much more pleasant than all my imaginings! As for the rest of the calling mail ‘Well, wait and see … I’ve got to leave you with some surprises!’ Now that further whetted my appetite and got my little grey cells working.

The weather was somewhat inclement. So much so that I decided to wear my rubber trench coat and hat to saunter up to the doorway to heaven. I have to admit to loving wet weather for providing this kind of rubber opportunity, but only on Fridays. One of these glorious wet days I might ask Mistress if I can wear my latex jeans under my coat and even my boxer shorts, though I don’t think she would agree. I know Maggie likes to have slaves arriving without sweaty bo*****s and clammy skin induced by wearing rubber before my training starts, because it makes it far easier to climb into the latex she has planned for the day.  

Dark, breathless moments under Maggie

Arriving on time, a little wet on the outside, dry on the inside and wearing a comfortable Covid mask I once again met all the sensible Covid precautions that Maggie likes to observe, we both laughed as I removed my mask and said I could have been wearing a ball gag, ring gag, tape gag or anything under the mask as the face is nicely covered. Mmm, perhaps I shouldn't have said that! 

I was keen to show Mistress my newly chlorinated catsuit. It had been several weeks since Maggie had allowed me to help chlorinate several rubber items, including the catsuit, and this would be the first time worn in its new finish. The suit had been bought from Invincible before the first lockdown and I had never had the chance to wear it in 'anger' until now. I laid it out on the bed to warm and returned in latex socks and gloves ready for Maggie to allow me a period of boot worship. The toes of her boots were so pointed that they could take your eye out if not handled carefully, and while Maggie covered my naked torso with gentle leather whip lashes I covered her leather boots with many long licks and kisses. My rubber dressing began with a latex hood and butt plug: on to knees, a dollop of lube, a gentle massage into the cavity then in it went. All the way and there it stayed, gently stretching the surrounding sphincter and feeling good. 


Now for the moment of truth, it was time to put my new suit on and would it still fit? What would the suit feel like to wear now it had been chlorinated? It certainly felt wonderful to handle but that is not the same, and what would it actually look like on this rather rotund rubber slave? Most important of all, would my Mistress find the suit acceptable to her tastes? Yes, it felt good. Yes, it still fitted. Yes, Mistress indicated it looks fantastic and began operating the nip zips, ‘Yes, exactly where they ought to be’. There was just one minor point that I will take care of the next time I am fortunate to wear it again, pulling it up a bit more in the crotch area would make sure that it fits as it should. We were both over the moon with my new suit and you might like to check the photos because I think it looks fantastic.

Ah! Onto the dark breathless moments. Mistress had me roped to the low bench in a thrice and eased her latex panty covered bottom slowly over my face. What a sight. A thin black line between where I could go and definitely out of bounds. Still, what an experience. At first I could breathe through my nose and I attempted to lick and kiss those most private of latex covered parts until it became impossible. Maggie eased her way backwards, wiggled her bottom to make the perfect seal across both nose and mouth and what did I do. First of all, I ground the bridge of my nose as much as I could in a feeble attempt to please Mistress, then there was nothing I could do except struggle for the tiniest piece of air I could find. Despite the heavenly position I was in, the need for air gradually overtook my desperation for intimate close contact. Mistress knows how far I can go and by standing up, the tight seal was released before I ran totally out of breath.

Shifting her position I could now see the front of Mistress gently sinking and the last thing I saw was her beautiful face smiling down at her slave as she manoeuvred to cover eyes, nose and mouth. I had to admit that being smothered in such a beautiful manner would be my ideal way to shuffle off this mortal coil. I could still hear Mistresses beautifully murmured voice reminding me, ‘I did tell you about dark, breathless moments.’

Before being moved from the bench Mistress prepared my cock and balls for some long term frustration by locking said cock into her specially prepared Kali's teeth. I enquired about the device afterwards and was told that it has cones on the inside, but not a sort that is spiky enough to pierce the flesh. Even so it had the composition of cold steel and I think it would have been sadistic murder had they been spikes! As it was, on their own the Kali’s teeth were bearable and as the time wore on were quite nice. What did start off quite bearable but gradually became less and less so, were the three stout rubber ball stretching bands that Maggie began applying tightly round my balls. ‘The postman brought these for me yesterday, a little earlier than I expected slave’, and Mistress was keen to try them out. Sometimes I wish our postal system was not quite as efficient, a couple of days delay would have done wonders for my comfort, or he could have just tossed them on the pavement like they do with all their other rubber bands!  

So the scene was almost set and if I thought about it, my resolve was clearly going to be tested. The stout leather harness was retrieved from its wall position and with each tightly fastened strap I became progressively less mobile. First the upper arms, then my elbows and finally my wrists, and my arms were then totally useless. Straps through the crotch to keep in the inflatable vibrating plug that had rapidly replaced my own plug at the bottom end and the inflatable breath through gag at the other had me trussed and stuffed like the proverbial chicken. Mistress contemplated a stool for having her slave seated as she wanted and soon had me in position, with saliva dribbling from my rubber straw into a metal dish parked between my feet. There I stayed for around five minutes, before my wonky knees started bothering me. To save herself from too much slave whimpering Maggie decided her folding chair may be better for my bondage, so a hurried replacement of chair for stool had me assuring her that I was fine. 

My own slave collar was called into use as a chain was fed through its D-ring and attached tightly to the over head gantry and apart from locking my legs together, that was that. I did receive some very welcome aromas applied with a liberally soaked cloth pressed over my nose. All the while all I could do was enjoy the situation. Being on the chair now I was able to lean back and my dribbling saliva was making a mess on my catsuit rather than landing in the bucket. Maggie was having none of it, a couple of extra pumps on the mouth gag soon stopped her slave being messy. And finally to top it all Maggie even managed to enjoy a little breath play by holding my nose and sticking a finger up my tube.

After quite a while, that familiar ache in the balls was beginning to take its toll on my resolve and to be honest I almost panicked. Unusually, I was even struggling to breathe with the gag in. When Mistress heard my anguished plea for help the gag was whipped out in a flash. ‘Are the bands too much for you slave?’. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! I replied. ‘Take a deep breath slave because this is going to hurt.’ Her calm and sympathetic words were correct, having the rubber bands removed was the most painful few seconds of the whole session. I knew I was in safe hands though and all I had to do was to take a deep steady breath... and it worked. The moral of this is to ALWAYS trust your Mistress and never to panic. 

Everything was fine after that little hiccup. Mistress was naturally concerned but I did everything I could to reassure her that it was a very temporary problem and now that the increasing ache in the balls had gone I felt really great and desperate for her to continue my training.

When Maggie was satisfied I had spent enough time chained to the roof, we relocated to the bed for what I thought might be a bit more dark, breathless smothering. Not quite. My rubber hood was removed to be replaced by a conventional gas mask where the aromas delivery system could come into play, the stout harness was removed which momentarily freed my arms, only for me to be spread-eagled to the four corners of the latex covered bed. Mistress Maggie was still hell bent on really frustrating her slave and rigged a tight rope from top to bottom of the bed from which she dangled the Playroom Hitachi wand, strategically placed to play actively on my Kali's teeth. That was the most frustrating time. Mistress provided me with regular squeezes of aroma with the hand pump, injecting her slave with glowing sensations and wild desires. Whoever would believe that one day I would be under the control of a beautiful rubber woman, watching over me while I have wild sex with a set of steel teeth?!! I bucked, I shuddered, I grunted and in fact became quite agitated and very active as I ground the Kali's into the wand.

Did I remain frustrated? No! And proof that my balls were still working!

Another Red Letter Day

Ten years ago, almost to the day (28th September 2011), I was lucky enough to be accepted as a trainee to Mistress Maggie. Since that time I have learned far more about serving a beautiful Mistress than I learnt in all my previous 59 years. After today’s session I have completed 192 exceptionally enjoyable experiences, forever learning how to become a better slave to my Mistress. I don't think I can have really displeased her despite making a few monumental gaffs, if that were the case I’m sure I would have been kicked out long ago, but instead I still find myself regularly in her presence and eternally grateful for the help and understanding from a beautiful person who I can call a dear friend.

My stunningly attractive Mistress of 10 years!

Perhaps I should move onto the ten year celebratory session. The only hint of what was to happen today was a quick line in an e-mail saying, ‘Bring your red catsuit and accessories’.  That is probably the most non-committal calling mail that Maggie has ever penned. I am a bit of an arse licker and sometimes quite literally I am pleased to say, so today I came armed with a bottle of red wine and, of course, a bunch of red roses to match the instructions as to what I should bring. 

I had hoped that Mistress would be pleased when she opened the door, I would present her with her gifts and she would usher me in to the Chambers, but alas Mistress needed to stand at a distance and point at my face. Bo****ks!!!, I had forgotten my mask and I knew that was disappointing to Mistress as she is serious about the safety and had explicitly instructed me to wear one. After a  temperature check, a dollop of hand sanitiser and confirmation that the RLFT I had undertaken this morning had shown zero health issues I was able to follow my mentor in latex up to The Playroom. What a beautiful sight that was. Mistress neck to toe in her shiny black latex catsuit and buckled up body harness, topped off with a red hood. Today was definitely going to be another red letter day in my experiences as her slave in training.

My red catsuit was laid out on the bed while I adjourned to the bathroom, returning in my ensemble of red latex socks and gloves and with my red butt plug in hand. It didn’t stay in hand for long though, Mistress soon took charge of it and had it secreted deep in the bowels of a very eager slave. You may remember last session Mistress allowed me some bottom worship as a treat, but today I was back to a really good long boot worship. Mmmm, lick, lick, lick!

Sliding into my red catsuit was relatively easy, in fact very easy with Maggie’s assistance. On examining the silhouette of her freshly rubberised slave Mistress used her crop to outline my spare tyre, commenting that ‘You should lose this’. I do know I am a little portly in that area but the suit fitted so easily and...  Anyway, I think I made a passable rubber slave to my rubber Mistress, the zips had worked perfectly sealing me and my butt plug inside, and I stood ready with hands behind, awaiting instruction.

But next came a necessary formality. Mistress slapped two drinking flutes and a small bottle of bubbly on the table. ’To celebrate our 10th anniversary slave. Are you going to pour?’ A photo was taken for posterity. We toasted to the past, the present and the future and I hoped that Mistress would grant me many many more sessions in her company.

It soon became clear that Mistress was going to be guiding me forward into the future by my nipples! I had been fortunate that since she had reopened after lockdown, my nipples, apart from the odd tweak had remained relatively unscathed. No longer. Maggie fixed her good old reliable clover clamps onto my nipples and took great pleasure in telling me not to get too close as she took hold of the chain and led me through to the White Room. I mean, what could I do? I love being close to Mistress and following closely would allow the chain to hang loose. Win win, or so I thought. But no, Maggie always has a reason, and why not get the slave to self inflict his nipple pain by saying. ‘Not too close slave!'

Once in the White Room I was ordered onto the couch: on my knees with bum in the air giving more chance for those nip clamps to hurt and dangle. But the main reason was so Mistress could whizz out my butt plug, then one by one install a string of 4 large anal beads. That did a real fine job of filling me up. Before I could get up I received a safety reminder from Mistress. ‘Don’t forget to get off the couch in the middle slave’. And so I slid off very carefully. The couch itself is extremely stable, but the extension is just an add-on. A slave of my weight trying to alight in the wrong place might result in a tippled couch, a damaged couch, a damaged slave, but much, much worse an angry Mistress.

With my arms crossed over my chest I was now being confined in a red rubber straitjacket, and was made to stand aside like a skittle pin while Mistress draped a sheet of chlorinated rubber over the couch for me to luxuriate on while I received treatment. At this point I had no idea what treatment Mistress had planned. During my 10 years of service to Maggie I have had no qualms about her having a free reign on my anatomy, so far I have only ever received treatments that make me feel wonderful by a superb rubber nurse. At least the nipple clamps were removed for this and with my arms and straitjacket covering them there was no prospect of any further nipple 'exercise'.

The smooth latex gloves that Mistress was using to stroke her rubber patient began wandering towards my crotch and the zip opened. My cock and balls were carefully lifted to the outside, where in order to keep everything in full working order my balls were fixed in a good tight rope tourniquet. My legs were strapped together with the red strap set that Mistress had created in lockdown. Now I understood the purpose of the rope, as Maggie retrieved the electric cock and ball crusher that she and her husband had made and began threading my tethered genitals through the hole in the backplate.

A nice touch were the prism glasses that Maggie allowed me to wear so that I could get the best view of myself being tortured. They provide a good view downwards, the only drawback being that with my arms tightly confined across my chest I could only just see most of what was going on below. I could only feel as Maggie arranged my man bits on the backplate and with the Perspex top plate placed on top went on to make a sandwich of them. However, I could see clearly when Maggie systematically tightened each wing nut on the device as my man bits were slowly transformed into three fairly flat pancakes: a bit like tightening the wheel nuts on the car; a little turn on this side, another turn on the opposite side ... etc

Still observing through my prism glasses I watched Maggie attaching several pairs of electric cables that would soon be feeding me some interesting 'sensations'. Either as a precaution against my too loud screaming, or maybe because she just could, a red rubber ball gag was forced into my mouth and tightly fixed. As an aside, I think the gag may have been damaged because I did manage to bite through the strap at some point, but Maggie wasn't phased: off she went and returned with a new gag strap, which I couldn't bite through this time! Mistress was taking no chance of me ending the session by getting off the couch and walking off as she securely strapped me to the couch with the robust clinic straps. 

I did think this was a little overkill. I was already strait-jacketed and my legs strapped together, but it’s well known that it makes my owner happy to see her slave nicely tucked up and securely restrained. And maybe I was being a little premature with my thoughts, after all my shock treatment was still undetermined, I didn't know what level of torture my cock and balls were about to receive and a little extra restraint may well keep me on the couch. The stimulus started at a relatively gentle level and it soon became very tolerable, even verging on pleasant. At that point Mistress decided to balance out the pain and pleasure in her favour, upping the anti and ramping up the power. Almost intolerable for a while but you get used to it.

And so it went on, upping the power bit by bit and every now and then rattling her fingers on the e-stim machine just to add to my enjoyment! To add insult to injury, not only was the power upped, but the space for my tortured cock and balls was occasionally decreased. Not too much at a time to cause that really painful squashed ball ache, but sufficient that I ended up with a very flat cock and pancakes instead of nice, round, egg shaped balls. It's all in a days work pleasing Mistress and of course I love it.

A final act of kindness towards her rubber slave involved a hood that I recognised from when I’d helped Maggie do some chlorinating. However it had received a couple of additions since I last saw it; nasal tubes had been added and a rebreather bag. When I asked why it had no eyeholes, Mistress said that was to keep it airtight! It certainly did that all right. With the help of lube on the nostril tubing it was fitted on me nose tubes first, and to Mistresses delight I successfully wore and used it properly with a rebreathe bag for 5-6 minutes. 8cm of tubes were inserted in each nostril and as a first attempt it was most 'interesting'. 

One strange sensation using the hood was when the rebreather bag was operational and I breathed out quickly. Being a rebreather itself, the whole hood acted like a balloon and the air gently escaped around the nasal tubing. The nose tubes fitted well in the reinforced holes, but because they were a push fit and not sealed in place, the pressurised air was able to drain away from the inflated hood. But I really love being a test dummy for my Mistresses experiments. I enjoy the trust from Mistress that she knows she can try anything without too many complaints.

When the session was over there was one little action that I like to do myself. To remove the string of 4 anal balls and I would recommend this to all slaves in a similar predicament for a couple of reasons -

1) despite your best attempts at clearing your bowels before session, the anal balls penetrate very deeply into a well lubricated sphincter and this can result in a 'messy' situation. Squat over the toilet bowl as you slowly remove each ball and thoroughly clean up afterwards 

2) Mistress really has enough cleaning to do after a good session and it would be totally rude to add to her workload by depositing a load of pooh everywhere.

As I said at the start, this was our 10th anniversary session and Mistress Maggie certainly made it a day to remember. Thank you Mistress for a truly electrifying red letter day.

No Boot Worship Today Slave!

It was overcast, humid and threatening to rain, but my spirits were really high as I sauntered towards the Chambers. I was carrying my perv bag consisting of my thin black catsuit, socks, butt plug etc. I knew I was in for magic judging by the calling mail - 

...Your rubber Mistress has ideas that are bound to please, plus plans to give you a taste of bygone times.

This time I wasn't going to be led up a blind alley and had been keeping an open mind, though I had thought quite a lot about being tied up and possibly receiving another welcome infusion of pee. No matter, whatever Mistress Maggie had planned I just knew it was going to be another wonderful session.

Mistress greeted me in her lace front body suit and latex stockings, the tight hood she was wearing showed off her beautiful face and was topped off with two swinging ponytail bunches. As I followed upstairs keeping a safe distance, the view of her rear was absolutely stunning. The curves of the latex body suit contrasting against the alabaster beauty of her buttocks. Remember, look, don't touch and don't inadvertently get too close…

I was in for a real treat on my return from the bathroom in my latex socks and gloves. Despite Mistress not being on her throne I still took up position in front of it ready for boot worship. In an incredibly sexy voice Maggie called me over to the bar stool where she was lounging, with her perfect derrière prominently pointing in my direction. ‘You’ll be doing a different kind of worship today slave, instead of my boots you can worship my bum’. There was no second bidding necessary. As Mistress lounged on the stool I kissed and licked round the latex. Up and down and round the join between Mistress and latex and I loved every long slow adorable contact.

Did I detect some enjoyment from Mistress? Perhaps just a hint of a moan to accompany the wiggle of those wonderful hips? I was the one soon groaning as Maggie turned round on the stool and sat facing me. I sat with my chin on the stool looking at the latex clad contours of her most private of places, but Maggie knew exactly what she was doing and sat far enough back to ensure there would be no chance of my tongue getting me into trouble!

After a short while, Maggie inserted my butt plug and inserted me into my thin working suit. There was considerable confusion about the suit not fitting as well as Maggie remembered. It did fit but only with the help of a HEAP of talc, pulling and adjusting. After some discussion, we established that this was not the suit that I had been bringing to my sessions over the last eight or so years, and because of the extended Covid break I’d misremembered which suit was my 'normal' one. Mistress told me never to darken her door with this old suit again, but for now 'it would do’. To top off my outfit I was fitted into an S10 gasmask, then with an open face mask pulled over the top I was fully rubberised and ready for a visit to the toilet. Not the white porcelain one in the bathroom but the superb box that Mistress uses to water her slaves. 

The ruff for the toilet box was fitted round my neck and I was instructed to ease myself into the appropriate receiving position under the pan so the metal poppers round the ruff could be fixed into position around the Perspex top. One after the other; pop, pop, pop. When Maggie had finished there was a slave firmly fixed right inside the toilet bowl. I have had quite a few wonderful drinks in this position but none while wearing a gas mask. I had made sure the S10’s drinking tube was inside my mouth when it was fitted, but I had no idea how I would be able to partake of the wonderful liquid that was about to cascade from an equally wonderful source.

The answer was, I wasn't. After Mistress had secured my hands to the toilet box with bright yellow rope a plastic tray was placed under my head, Maggie got ready to use her toilet and the heavens opened. What an unworldly experience it is being peed on while wearing a mask, you lose the tactile feel of pee on your face, but instead you see the cascading fluids splashing down and bouncing off your lenses. Almost all the fluid trickled down the mask and collected in the trough, I say almost because I did detect a little incursion round the open faced mask into my ears and I would emerge with slightly pee soaked hair. I did like that idea that Mistress was able to use me once again as her pee-play thing. To the aficionado the scent of Mistresses pee is heady and very sensual and again I realised how lucky I am.

When she had finished Maggie gently closed the lid and left me to stew in a piss puddle for a while. Yay! - lucky, but I would have liked to sample the wine of the day. Never mind, when I was eventually released I was told to collect all the pee from the sump and I carefully decanted it into a jug for later consumption. Another treat to look forward to.

With the toilet duties completed it was time to have the inanimate butt plug I was wearing replaced with something rather more energetic. Out came the red plug, in went a conductive prostate massager and a horseshoe shaped electrode was arranged round my member. I don't think I have experienced this electrode before, but once the electrics had been wired up it wasn't long before it was living up to its name of Red Viper!

I was told to sit comfortably on the barstool as far back as I could manage and Mistress began securing me in bondage. Inflatable mittens came first which were then fully inflated. My now useless appendages were secured together at the front with a belt, another belt around my waist had me fastened to the stool, while a rope through the crook of each elbow secured to the back of the stool made movement very limited. Well I did think at the start that there might be some tight bondage involved and I was right!

Another item not quite as obvious are the ballet boots that Mistress had me wear, these also were strapped to the chair so that I ‘wouldn't run away’. I mumbled through the S10 that Mistress was very quick at fixing the boots on me and Maggie reminded me of the first time I was sent away to put the boots on. They had been neatly laid out in the Clinic ready for me to slip on, however Mistress ended up scolding me for taking far too long putting them on. Because I was unfamiliar with the boots I had been undoing all the laces when all I needed to do was zip them on!!! That raised a laugh but I digress...

You will have noticed that one of Mistresses favourite games is to tease a slave, and I’m sure you can imagine the effect that this beautiful woman has on a slave when he’s sensually stroked by a slender leg and thigh, and not just once. Mistress continued this wonderful tease while the red viper continued to play havoc with my cock and balls.

Maggie explained later why she had used the barstool for bondage today: to allow fitting the harness for the 3 litre bubble bottle, and I happily bubbled away for almost two hours in that position. Maggie fed me with the occasional aromas that had been incorporated into the breathing set up, she increased the pulsation of the Viper and prostate massage and continued to tease and stroke her captive slave. I felt absolutely FANTASTIC! I knew Maggie was happy with her work and I certainly was happy with my lot. I calmly, well most of the time, looked out of my perspex window on the world and saw everything in my world was rosy.

After bubbling away for so long I was ready for a drink, not so desperate as to have to beg for one, but keen to sample the delights of what had been deposited all over the S10 and so carefully collected for later use. Mistress fetched her jug of juice, saying that she might need to find an adapter for the drinking hose. Throughout the session I had kept the gas masks’ drinking straw firmly gripped in my mouth, and not wanting to delay my drinking any longer I suggested that Mistress might use a glass and dip the end of the straw in it.

For once, one of my suggestions seemed to hit the spot as Maggie said, ‘Good idea slave’ and set off to retrieve an empty glass from her table. The pee was quickly decanted and the end of my straw stuck in it. Well, I drank that very graciously and Mistress kindly refilled it and... same result. ‘And that’s your lot slave’ she said as she filled the glass a third and final time, once again, it went down so smoothly and almost as rapidly as the others. A brief thought flittered through my mind about the use of the S10 on a battle field, I guess that the soldiers there never had such a refreshing drink as I had just consumed. 

It’s true to say that I had been really enjoying myself and was somewhat disappointed when Mistress finally said that I was to be released. The bubble bottle was decommissioned, the straps were released, the ropes undone and the boots removed. I thought Maggie may have been concerned about my steadiness after sitting bound for such a long time, because patiently she told me to take my time standing up and guided me towards the latex bed. There I found out what the second part of Mistress Maggie's calling mail referred to. There was no need for disappointment, there never is!

It had been so long since I had been able to snuggle under the latex sheet with my Mistress. We tried it initially with the latex duvet, but it was too unwieldy for what she had planned so a double sized latex sheet became the better choice for two rubberists to get hot under. I needed no second bidding to ‘move over slave’ as she draped the latex over both of us and climbed in wearing her own gas mask.

Despite the fact that I was spread eagled, or maybe because of the restraint, I felt at one with Mistress. We lay there snuggling in the darkness of the slippery rubber bed, our rubber masks and hoses producing the unrivalled sound of heavy breathing and just enjoying rubber time together. The memories of our earlier adventures came flooding back. Not only the special times we spent gas masked under the sheet, but other bedtime adventures like the times Mistress read me bed time stories, or the time she used that massively over-engineered wooden ball stretcher or ... the list could go on and on!

By now I had spent three hours or more inside the S10 mask and thoroughly enjoyed every second of that incarceration. During the session I realised that I knew my place in Mistresses life: being nothing more than a rubber plaything for my Mistress and loving every second of my status. Thank you again Mistress Maggie for helping me along my path of becoming one of your perfect rubber toys and promise that I shall never darken your doorway with that inappropriate, old and thin slave suit.

Double Entendre

Mistress Maggie has that remarkable knack of confusing this poor slave and frequently has me thinking about the forthcoming session in exactly the wrong direction. Take todays calling letter for example:-

‘…Unlike last time I likely won't be out to greet you, but a good chance I could play with you in the back alley…’

Now, to this simple slave the references to greeting outside and the back alley referred to some outdoor activity down the alley. I’d spent a lot of time imagining what exciting trip Mistress may have planned. Perhaps a little nettle picking trip of which there are several nice juicy plants? or something a little more sinister?

Anyway, it turns out that Maggie had no intentions of an outdoor trip down the alley. Once more, my Mistress had totally side-tracked my thinking up a blind alley, so to speak. These double entendre are part of her fun side and one of the things that so draws me to worship her. Maggie is more than capable of guiding this slave in whatever direction she wishes.

I was greeted by the stunning vision of my owner in her black latex pants, corset, white trimmed bra, what looked like brand new white boots and... a huge black rubber dildo. What more could a rubber slave and devotee of the most alluring and sensual Mistress ever need or want. The white cross insignia on her headband signified that I would be spending some time in her nursing care, but only after the familiar Covid protection routine: temperature check, hand sanitise etc being efficiently completed and we were then up the stairs to the Chambers.

Our ascent never fails to both arouse and titillate this rubber slave, the sight of Mistresses rear as I follow her as closely as I dare up the stairs has me totally under her spell, and by the time we arrive at the top of those stairs I am fully ready and prepared to fulfil my promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. 

Sent off to change and return for boot worship, I either missed or forgot the instruction to re-enter the Chambers on my knees. Of course for every failed action there is a reaction and no doubt Mistress had already determined the punishment I would receive.

Mistress removed my slave collar and fitted me with a latex helmet before fastening my collar back around my neck. That action of turning a man into an anonymous rubber plaything and being transformed into exactly what Mistress wants, feels fantastic and rarely finishes with just a helmet, and where there’s a helmet there is sometimes a tongue hole. So, onto the business of worshipping these wonderful new PVC boots. I spent a while familiarising myself with the scent and taste of these white boots; long slow licks and many kisses before I was ordered to kneel facing away from Mistress. 

Maggie made herself comfortable seated on my back and made me very comfortable with a nice dollop of lube followed by a nice dollop of my butt plug, gently but swiftly inserted right up to the hilt: the plug went in soooo easily as if my bum was now welcoming the return of a good friend. And now for the reaction to my mistake earlier.

'Get the horse out slave.... lie on it lengthwise slave. You’ve smelled my boots and tasted my boots, and now you will be finding out what they feel like by taking the kicking up the backside that you desperately need slave’.

Several hefty kicks landed on my arse, six I think though I wasn’t really counting. Then after deciding that she would stick with using her right boot Mistress kicked me up the arse at least another half dozen times. I had absolutely no complaints about the punishing kicks as I had failed to observe a simple command so had to suffer the consequences, and my butt plug was certainly firmly secured and inserted to its full length if nothing else!

After the booting it was time for something much gentler. I was helped into my chlorinated plum catsuit relatively quickly, then with my hands raised up on the ceiling ring I was blindfolded as Mistress applied a gentle polish all over. It is a wonderful experience having your latexed body polished without your vision, without knowing where the polishing cloth will massage you next makes it an experience riddled with surprises and it does heighten the remaining senses. As you can tell, I find it a highly sensual and sexually charged experience, one of many I get in Maggie's company! 

Maggie kept me blindfolded as she attached a lead and slowly led me through to her Clinic where she gently pushed me against the wall. When the blindfold came off I saw the familiar details of the Clinic, with the addition of what appeared to be a new industrial looking piece of equipment comprising of three black bellows, attached tubes and...   I couldn't take in any more detail as Mistress instructed me to lie on the Couch with legs highly elevated in the stirrups and my arse just hanging off the end. By now it was fairly obvious which 'back alley' Mistress had been referring to. 

Mistress treated me to the luxury of double hooding by applying a second hood with anaesthetic mask attached. I think I was returning to heaven. Mistress has that ability to transport her slaves into a distant land where women rule or actually only one woman, my Mistress, rules with absolute certainty. Maggie announced she was to further address my 'rusty rectum' syndrome by utilising an anal spreader that she had obtained during lockdown. Yet another excellent use of Mistresses guinea pig slave.

As she put on her examination gloves Mistress explained that the intention was to keep me wide open while inserting other anal toys down the cavity created by the steel spreader. The stretcher was installed three times, but on every occasion it slipped right back out again, probably due to the natural action of my anal muscles. Never defeated by anything, Maggie made a swift excursion back to the Playroom and returned with a few ropes to help support it, and with some imagination succeeded in roping the spreader to keep it where she wanted it. Unfortunately Mistress could not get it to spread wide enough to insert anything through the centre.

We agreed afterwards that it looks pretty and may work better with more practice, but on the whole  (or in the hole!), doesn't perform as needed and deemed by Maggie as 'a useless piece of kit'. I was happy because my rubber nurse kept me pumped and plied with her medicinal aromas, which meant all the pushing, pulling screwing and opening as wide as possible was a most enjoyable experience, and once again Mistress had entrusted her guinea pig with the testing of another new toy.

My anal hole was not allowed to close just yet though, after the disappointment with the steel hole stretcher, Maggie settled for something more reliable and slipped a greased up inflatable dildo right in there. I received quite a lot of pumps leaving my hole nicely stretched by my favourite lovely rubber.

We moved on from one piece of pumped up rubber to another as it was my time to be introduced to the bellows equipment that I had spied earlier. Maggie explained it was another project that she had worked on during lockdown, which in effect was a very sophisticated version of the rebreather bag I have often had the pleasure of being attached to. The three bellows act as the rebreather and there is the ability to deliver an adjustable sustained supply of poppers.

Initially I struggled to draw air through the equipment because air was coming in through the open eyeholes in my latex hood rather than through the equipment. Another trip to the Playroom and Maggie returned with what turned out to be an excellent solution. I was given a perspex eye mask to wear which created a perfect seal round the eye holes and ... success. The bellows started their gentle rise and fall rhythm and the poppers delivering their own boost to my wellbeing. I got the impression that Mistress was really pleased with the results of her long hard work designing and creating this masterpiece and once she had solved the problem of the air leakage round the eye holes it worked perfectly.

There are quite a few subtle details that are not obvious during the heat of the session, for instance I had noticed a small valve operating near the mouthpiece and had chance to ask Mistress about it when the session was finished. The valve was responsible for letting out my surplus exhaled air, which explains why there was a slight whistling sound when I breathed out heavily, forcing air through it. There are many more subtleties that I hope to experience again if my rubber nurse allows me the heady pleasures of her new bellows, but that is for the future.

Mistress was obviously happy and as a caring, sensitive Mistress was prepared to reward her slave for my performance by taking care of my rusty rectum syndrome once and for all. After some adjustment of both height and angle of the couch, Maggie and her big strap-on were on course for a perfect anal entry. What a marvellous ride, being taken by my beautiful nurse, whilst keeping the rubber bellows moving regular and benefitting from the waft of mind blowing medicine running through the tubes. I felt great. I felt alive and quite frankly I felt well f****d! With casual aplomb, Mistress added a little more spice to the situation by rapidly oscillating the controls of the couch to create a pulsing effect as it vibrated up and down!

If you have never been taken from this angle of attack you really should try it. I know from experience that Maggie has always considered my comfort and experience when picking the right dildo to invade me with. 

Then, did I hear the sound of tinkling? Yes I did. As a final treat I could hear Mistress preparing a drink for her lucky guinea pig; the familiar sound of pee splashing into plastic jug. Unfortunately I could not see her relieving herself, though in my imagination I could sense her golden liquid being decanted. Then all of a sudden it came into view as she reached up to pour my drink into a funnel that was now hanging up where the bellows had been.

I really am a fortunate slave to have Mistress grace me with her wonderful nectar to finish with and it certainly didn't take me long to consume every last drop. 

After today, I think the nickname of ‘rusty rectum’ can no longer be justified, and thank you Mistress Maggie for yet another wonderful experience on my journey to becoming a much better slave for you...