An Unexpected Welcome

After 188 remarkable sessions Mistress Maggie is still able to stop me in my tracks with a truly unexpected experience, and this time it was outside the Chambers before I had even entered heaven. A little background to the start of the session might help and a glance at the calling mail I had received -  

‘Your Mistress will be taking you for a walk on the wild side and you will be excused for wondering whether it will be in or outdoors, either way it will be a journey well suited for a sucker for rubber.’

OK, on its own not a particularly unique call, but it did contain a lot of things for me to think about. When I rang Mistress to confirm my attendance I asked if it would be OK to arrive in my latex trench coat, because the weather forecast was for heavy thundery downpours and I do have to walk part of the way. The request was happily received by Maggie.

I parked up, donned my trench coat and hat and set off at a slow amble as I had ample time and it was no longer raining. As I sauntered towards the Chambers, across the street I caught sight of one helluva beautiful lady, her black ponytail wafting over what appeared to be a superb looking PVC mac. Now normally I take no notice of women in the street as I only have eyes for my Mistress, so I was disturbed by this fatal attraction to this stunning raven haired beauty. On a double take and a few steps closer, I realised why I was so drawn to this mysterious beauty dressed in PVC. It was Mistress who had actually come out to greet her slave. There, on the other side of the road with a radiant smile was Maggie. I crossed and we chatted like two old friends that I believe we are, as we entered her Chambers by the front door.

After the sensible temperature check and hand gelling I followed Mistress upstairs, which allowed be to examine her PVC mac at close quarters. It was a black and clear check and underneath I got the faintest glimpse of what I thought was a latex skirt and top. Oh well, I would have to wait to get the full details.

Mistress gave me my dressing instructions and I was soon changed into my latex socks and gloves, and slipped into my lighter weight latex suit. Mistress completed my dressing by slipping a black latex hood over my face and topping it off with my regulation slave collar. Oh I nearly forgot, Mistress also had me bend over the bed to slip my butt plug relatively easily into my butt. I say relatively easily because I am sure my rectum has become a little rusty after 15 months of almost total inactivity. Ah rusty rectum: That could be another nom de plume for this anonymous slave!

Today I was to lick Mistresses nylon covered legs and she lounged on the rubber bed ready for me to begin. Another change from the norm as I am usually instructed to worship footwear and only footwear. Now, the medical definition of leg is ... either of the two lower human limbs that extend from the top of the thigh to the foot.. so you can imagine my thoughts. Perhaps investigate a little higher above the knee!! But only until Mistress abruptly reminded me of her definition ‘…and especially the part between the knee and the ankle slave’.  Oh well, after half a dozen thwacks with Maggie's crop for burrowing under her skirt to higher places, I then concentrated on licking and kissing below the knee and nursing a cropped arse for my improper actions.  However, those same improper actions did confirm my suspicions, that Maggie was clad in latex underneath her raincoat.

It is an unusual sensation licking nylon, it does a good job of drying your tongue, but I was given plenty of time to enjoy the new sensation before Mistress whispered ‘Enough’ and had me roll on my back on the bed. My wrists were pinioned to the bed head then Mistress proceeded to retrieve some very heavy, rattly equipment from next to her Throne. With my limited vision I could tell it was the metal humbler that locks in place. Obviously that was a little 'rusty' too as the key was very tight and unable to undo the lock. ‘It’s no good, I shall have to fix it’, said Maggie, and after a few expletive descriptive comments off she went leaving me secured to the bed head. I lay there and just thought wonderful thoughts about Mistress. Maggie was much happier when she returned. 'WD40 to the rescue and the key now works’. What a relief, I could now have that heavy humbler locked on my balls. Oh deep joy!!!

I have worn this beastie several times and we have developed a successful method for deploying it; easy for both slave and Mistress. Mistress lays all the pieces out on a white towel and assembles the humbler to the front, locks it in place and then all that is required is for me to gingerly raise one leg to place one arm of the humbler against my buttock cheek and then VERY gingerly open my legs as wide as I can and ease the other bar behind my other buttock, et voila. A locked humbler is now in place against both buttock cheeks and don't try to stand upright because the grip on your balls is now truly effective and the humbler starts to do what it says on the can. 

Mistress always thinks of the welfare of her slaves and reaching over she tossed the Playrooms knee pads over, I gratefully attached them and knelt in front of her on all fours waiting for further instructions. Since my last wearing Mistress has created a leather harness that is more aesthetically pleasing and also keeps the humbler very firmly in place. A few nuts were being tightened here and there, especially those that made the pointy metal teeth start nibbling at my balls, it also felt like Maggie had managed to adjust the harness so that my cock was pointing straight down! 

Once satisfied with the humbler’s adjustments, Maggie attached a lead and off we went. She likes to keep me very close to her right thigh when I’m being walked and as always it was a pleasant experience, because when she paused to open the Playroom door I was able to snuggle against that wonderful mac and thigh. Off to the bathroom, another pause, another snuggle as Mistress took on board a glass of water and I was offered a sip too. The next thing to be offered to me was rather more disturbing: a delightfully fresh looking nettle sprig with a pre-prepared foil handle was collected from the windowsill, I did not need to use too much imagination to guess how it would be used. Back to the Playroom and time for a playful game of sting! sting! sting! Surprisingly, despite how tenderised Maggie had managed to get my balls, application of the nettle twig was actually most arousing. 

It has taken ten annual nettle seasons to reach this fantastic point in my urtica dioica training, where several gentle strokes can actually have me wanting more! What has Maggie done to my cock and balls? They are so attuned to pleasing Mistress that even the sting of the nettles brings sweet, tingly, very pleasant sensations.

Off for another walk to the bedroom now, with a few sniffs of shoes there, and I think Mistress was feeling a little sadistic at that point because with the nettles now giving me pleasure she chose to sting me with the riding crop she was carrying instead. I was subjected to 6 crop strokes, each one landing firmly on my already compromised balls, but I was happy because it obviously made Mistress happy. A few more nettle strokes then back to The Playroom for the humbler to be rotated back onto my stomach, unlocked and finally removed. That was truly a walk on the wild side and I hope pleasing for Mistress.

Before I knew it my butt plug was also being removed, to be replaced by a slightly smaller cordless model with vibrating action that Maggie switched to high and zipped back in place. Now was the time to slither into the vacbed which had been taking up a large and prominent position on the floor. Mistress was ready to apply wire electro cock loops to my cock, but a quick examination determined that it wasn’t up for standing to attention, so stick on electro pads seemed a better idea. Maggie twiddled her buttons. ‘Can you feel this circuit in your cock slave?’ Ahhh! Yes, my cock Mistress. ‘And can you feel this circuit in your balls slave?’ Ahhh!, Yes Mistress, definitely in my balls. ‘In that case we can commence’. It was then that the mac came off and revealed Maggie in her stunning latex skater skirt combination. 

One thing to remember before getting into the vacbed is that metal, buckles or sharp objects could potentially damage the latex, so off came the harness and my slave collar and I gently slid in through the side opening.

Once inside I could place my head on the wedge shaped pillow that Maggie had thoughtfully placed in the bag to add a little extra support for what may be a long stay. She explained how she would be trying out a new modified method for aroma delivery and I needed to place a face mask across my nose and make sure the mask spout was aligned with the hole in the vac bag. All went well and I relaxed as I felt Mistress attach a pipe connector to the end of the protruding mask spout and screwed on the breathplay parts she had chosen for the day. Everything was sounding good and I was breathing easily.

For a moment it seemed like I may have to forego being sealed inside the vacbed as I detected a tone of annoyance in Mistress’ voice. ‘Where is that bl***y tube?’, she said. The tube is required to seal the vacbed, and being black in a predominantly black environment was making itself very hard to detect! Fortunately Maggie did manage to win the game of hide and seek, finding the tube located down the back of the latex covered bed and I was thankfully back on route to rubber heaven.

The vacbed was sealed and we were off. The familiar drone of the pump lasted for a while with nothing appearing to happen, then as more of the air was sucked out and the rubber began tightening around me I noticed a sensation not noted on previous vacuuming sessions. In the final few seconds before complete compression, the latex starts to feel cooler and then you are in; stuck and breathing through the new equipment. Through the smoky semi transparent haze of the vac bag I could vaguely see the rhythmic fluctuation of a rebreather bag and then Mistress gave me a couple of puffs on the aroma delivery system.

It is a rare thing to be given aromas without some kind of added sensation, and true to form Mistresses sadistic streak surfaced and the electrics ramped up to just below unbearable. That's where I stayed for a good long while, unable to move any distance yet able to flex bits of body.

The relentless electrics, the vibrations up 'ol rusty’, the gentle caresses from my rubber clad Mistress gliding over my super tight bondage situation, intermingled with the occasional whiff of aroma had the inevitable effect and I exploded inside the vacbed. I didn't expect that result but obviously Mistress was somewhat pleased that her innovative modified breathing system had worked to the extent of forcing a hand free orgasm. 

By the time Mistress thought I had had enough I was truly knackered; far more drained than on any other vac'ing session and it took me a while to extricate myself. Again, care is required when clambering out. If you rush there is a chance of damaging the vac bag, so softly softly.

As this was the first attempt at the new breathing system, Mistress asked for feedback. There were only a few comments that I thought appropriate: bloody fantastic, an excellent breathing system but when Maggie asked me to secure the breathing mask at the start, I should have made sure it was high enough on the bridge of my nose to allow unfettered nasal breathing. I received the effects of the aromas but part of their appeal is the smell as it is drunk in.

Thank you to Mistress Maggie for once again trusting me to trial her new ideas and thanks for another wonderful and tiring session. 

Your faithful slave 'ol rusty rectum’.