I wonder...?

I wonder if after 15 months in the wilderness that I will still be able to serve Mistress Maggie as well as I did on that last occasion?

I wonder if I will be able to accommodate my trusty butt plug? Does that hole shrink through inactivity?

I wonder if Mistress will still want to play with this ageing slave after 15 months separation?

I wonder if I will still fit into my brand new latex suit after 15 months?

I wonder... , I wonder...?

Those were just some of the thoughts racing through my mind when I received that magical mail, indicating that my Mistress felt sufficiently safe after the Covid crisis to tentatively reopen the Chambers and instructing me to attend at the normal time, but this time for once on a Monday. No hesitation whatsoever. Yes please! Oh well, all these questions were still swirling around as I took that old familiar walk from the car park to the front door of the Chambers. I was nervous; not the same as the first approach when I didn't know what to expect, but nervous as to whether I would still be able to live up to my Mistresses exciting and exhausting requirements. It was alarmingly evident I was so out of practice with the whole routine when I rang the door bell a whole 2 minutes early! Fortunately, and probably in due deference to both our rustiness, Maggie didn't scold or punish me. I will be dead on time next time.

Any doubts on my behalf vanished like the morning mists as Mistress opened the door and invited me in. Just a glimpse of the black glove beckoning me into her lair. Things were naturally a little different: Mistress was wearing a black face mask that naturally complemented her tight latex covered curves. A quick temperature check and a good dollop of sanitiser and all was good for following those much missed delicious cheeks up the stairs to the Playroom. I still felt nervous. What would Mistresses reaction be to getting too close to her latex clad cheeks? I didn't dare find out so followed obediently behind. 

Some of the 'I wonders...' had already started to evaporate. The urge to serve Maggie was, if anything, much stronger, and I knew that I was really happy to be back in service. An order was issued from Mistresses lips, whereby I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks and gloves and the routines started to return. When I was allowed to re-enter I was granted the privilege of some extended boot worship, and if anything Mistresses legs were even more appealing, drawing me back to whole hearted adoration. A tingly feeling passed through me, that feeling of knowing exactly where I belong. 

Another of the 'I wonders' was resolved as Mistress helped me into my new thick rubber catsuit. It needed a good talc'ing but fitted well, although Maggie suggested we should chlorinate the beastie to help me glide in place more gracefully. Still, the important thing is that I fitted into it and next time I will pay more attention to pulling up the legs and arms, as it was I was so eager to get rubberised for my Mistress that I maybe wasn't as fastidious as I should have been. OK - next time I will do better.

As soon as I was safely fitted and dusted down, Mistress asked me to sit at her feet on the floor by the bed. This time her legs were put to a far more sinister and I must say enjoyable use. Her beautiful thighs were wrapped round my neck to hold me safely in place as a familiar rustling sound made me believe my head may very soon be trapped inside plastic. I am out of practice with this simple act of submission and had to beg for air several time as Mistress sealed me inside the bag with her thighs and smothered me. I will try to be better next time Mistress!

As I sat recovering my breath Mistress stood in front of her slave and methodically fixed her glass dildo into her waist harness and I must say it did seem larger than I remembered. Mistress then fitted me with a gas mask and with her aromas hose tightly screwed to it I was laid across the Playroom horse. No need for any restraints today, Mistress knows that I have reached a stage in my training where I will behave as she wishes and time to see if the glass dildo still fits.

Maggie administered a few pumps of the aromas and copious quantities of lube and gently, ever so gently penetrated her slave. Thank you Mistress for that gentle approach and because of that and the occasional pump of relaxant aromas I easily and painlessly accepted the glass invader. I do believe that all of its length was nuzzled home. Oh boy, how totally enjoyable it was to be taken by my owner and have another 'I wonder…’ dispelled from my doubtful mind. I had little or no time to dwell on that before my own red butt plug was pushed into my hole; a place that had been vacant for fifteen months. Hmmm, it did prompt a comment from Mistress that she thought she had seen a larger one on the internet...!!!

I was relaxing back into my total adoration of and devotion to my Mistress and followed eagerly as we moved into The Clinic. Wrists first, Maggie strapped me to the couch as tightly as she had ever done and I felt thoroughly relaxed as Maggie outlined her plans to insert nasal tubes in my nostrils. Over the 15 months in the wilderness, I had browsed a lot of sites and read a lot of twitter feeds and in a quiet moment favoured a couple of articles/pictures, one of which was a man wearing a latex hood with attached latex breathing tubes deep into his throat, another concerned simple nasal tubes. I had forgotten these favoured items but subconsciously had a deep desire to experiment. Well, Mistress had obviously been keeping a friendly eye on my activity and decided to help her slave fulfil yet another of my secret desires. 

‘Head back slave’. Mistress instructed, and a thin rubber tube was inserted into my left nostril and gently pushed further and further in until the end was visible down the back of my throat. The dangling end was retrieved by Mistress using a lighted tongue depressor to view my throat and a hooked instrument to retrieve the end. This was a strange sensation. It tickled the back of the throat yet felt naturally unnatural, but I was determined to accept the tube and with little fuss the two ends of the tube were clicked together and I had a continuous ring in the nose and out the mouth. I had dreamed of this and of course Mistress likes to make slaves dreams come true as she confidently conducted the same procedure on my other nostril.

Another new experience was the cannula nasal pump developed by her husband to facilitate aroma delivery whilst keeping the mouth free from gas mask encumbrance. The cannula was nestled in my nostrils and secured around my head. From where I was lying I could feel but could not see what was going on around my nose and was somewhat confused as to where the aromas would be delivered. When Maggie pumped the bulb and said ‘breathe’, I expected the aroma at the end of the nasal tubes deep in my throat. I clearly hadn’t thought this through and must admit to being somewhat stupid by taking the breaths through my mouth! When used correctly it behaves just like the ones in hospital, delivering a constant supply of air to the nostrils until my nurses' hand pump was used, each pump added aromas to the air I was breathing and a little heavier inhalation had me floating away instantly.

We talked afterwards about my confusion and alternative ways of using the cannula in future; could it be possible to seal it into the nose holes of a latex hood for instance, possibly using wide bore tubing? That idea was parked and once Mistress had shut me up by deploying a pump up tube gag I began to get the benefits of the pumped aromas again. My mouth remained accessible, albeit through the gag tube and I started to accept that the new nasal cannula pump did allow additional freedom for my Mistress. I probably shouldn't say this but it would be possible to consume fluids and aromas simultaneously. I told you I shouldn't have mentioned that!

Another new adventure that Mistress wanted to experiment with were her new set of Van Buren sounds (also announced recently on Twitter). Luckily she chose to try one out while she had this guinea pig on her table, deciding prudently to start with the smallest of the sounds. There is a pronounced bend that gets closer to the source of pleasure but it is a little more difficult to tease the cold steel down my cock. As always, Maggie was as gentle as gentle could be, never exerting any pressure and just letting gravity and nature take its course. It appeared to settle in two stages, for a while it was happy just being half way in, but our patience prevailed and suddenly the long curved sound eased its way all the way in until only the flat end of a very long pole was peeking out of my cock.

You can also see that Mistress deployed her new latex operating shroud, borne as the fruit of yet another lockdown project.

Mistress explained that it was then her intention to attach three cock rings and inflate my foreskin with saline. However, after a syringeful of saline had been injected, Maggie decided that the full operation needed more forethought and could be better performed at a later session, and that for now I could have a gentle dose of electrics. A wide steel conductive ring was fitted at the base of my cock and wired up to Maggie’s electric box, a second wire was attached to the Van Buren to create a nicely pulsating circuit. Maggie was playing cautiously due to our long break between sessions and set the electrics on a gentle sensation.

Once again I probably shouldn't have said to my Mistress that I could probably take a few more notches on the estim dial! - Yow! Eeks! Wow! - I must be a masochist at heart!

I will finish now by saying how my opening thoughts 'I wonder...' have morphed by the end of another fantastic session into -

Wonderful.

Wonderful experience.

Wonderful that Mistress pegged her slave.

Wonderful that my butt plug went home so easily

Wonderful that Mistress seemed to enjoy our first session back after Covid

Wonderful that I have the best Mistress/owner that any slave could wish for 

Wonderful that we were able to wind down with a chat and coffee

Wonderful... Simply a wonderful experience.

Thank you Mistress. It is really good to be back serving you.

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