Another Major Milestone

I believe we reached and passed another major milestone in my quest to become as near a perfect slave to Mistress Maggie as I can achieve. I appreciate that what I am about to recount may appear arse before elbow so to speak, but for me the move to suggesting session content is a major, MAJOR shift in my relationship with my Mistress. In all the previous 198 sessions I have asked that Maggie has absolute carte blanch over what she wants to do with her slave and have marvelled at her imagination and ingenuity in each and every session. 

Today in our preliminary chat, I asked my owner the simple question.

‘What can I do to help become a better slave?’, and back came the equally simple response.

‘More input would be a help. Tell me what you want in a session slave.'

I appreciate that some may suggest that I should have been doing that for all our encounters as 'he who pays the piper....' but our relationship has never been in that plane. I thought about that a lot during this session as I had plenty of time 'in the dark' so to speak. Put simply, I now have the dilemma of suggesting some of my deeper thoughts and fantasies to the person who I know will attempt to put them into practice, or not as the case may be. Maggie will, as always, have the flexibility to do whatever she wants but knows I won’t be complaining if she reproduces my desires in our future sessions.

Today's session started in a normal manner and I had no inkling of the magnitude of what was about to happen to my mind and its commitment to my Mistress. I knew it would be a red latex day as the calling mail suggested I should bring my red catsuit, and it was likely that I would be in The Clinic because Maggie told me she alternates venues.

Maggie as always looked stunning in her flesh coloured catsuit that she had made herself, teamed with thigh length red vinyl boots, red waist cincher, a long cream apron (another of Maggie’s creations), topped off with a cream face hugging cowl and fair pony tail.

It was a hard thing not to bury my nose in those rather wonderful bum cheeks as we climbed the stairs to the playroom, with Maggie occasionally stopping abruptly on our ascent. Why was I that close? Well I really didn't want Maggie to trip on her flowing apron so I volunteered to hold it off the steps. 

With my red latex gloves on I was to proceed with the worshipful caressing of Mistress’ long shiny boots, then told to stand and don my red latex catsuit which had been nicely warming on the rubber bed and was prepped for the next stage: the anal invasion. Today, Mistress was going to insert her rather large electric anal plug which I've had the pulsating pleasure of wearing on a couple of occasions, but despite deployment of copious amounts of lube it was proving somewhat gruelling to install. Maggie as always, aware of those minor slave discomforts used my own pointier butt plug as a pathfinder for the heavy bomber. It has roughly the same girth when fully inserted but the crucial difference is that by being tapered it gently eases the muscles, whereas the electrode is a full on, cock shaped round ended large diameter... Anyway it worked, the electrode was in all the way to the hilt and most comfortable too.

Naturally, Maggie tested its effectiveness which led to some apprehension regarding the positioning of the toy, as surprisingly I was able to tolerate, even enjoy, the feeling right to the maximum 99 setting on the e-stim box! ‘That’s definitely not normal’ she said, and rather wisely decided not to leave it at max, just in case any movement gave a better electric circuit and all of a sudden the jolt sent me through the roof, if I wasn't strapped to the couch of course!

I was led, literally with Maggie's dog lead, through to the Clinic, where with a firm hand on my chest she pushed me towards the wall. The layout looked interesting with the head restrainer already attached to the couch. Although not unusual, the two intertwined bundles of white rope that also occupied the couch intrigued me, as Mistress would normally use the couch straps for restraint.

I was to remain standing as Mistress had me cross my arms with one wrist grabbing the other. The use for the ropes now became crystal clear. Maggie neatly wrapped one of the ropes several times around my lower forearms rendering them nothing more than an incumbrance. A little time was spent on the aesthetics of the situation, making sure as always that her slave looked pleasing to the eye. I of course stood there, a few inches from the face of my Goddess as I watched in awe at the power she held over this willing slave. It really is a wonder to behold to watch those beautiful eyes at close quarters as she concentrated on creating a neat white roped frontage. Once complete a second binding was made, allowing my arms to be rigidly attached at the chest.

Carefully, and with a steadying hand from Maggie I eased myself onto the middle of the couch placing my head into the head immobiliser to check position and comfort, then sat up to have my medicinal inhalation tubing installed. The last time Maggie had attempted to use a nasal cannula I got my breathing all wrong; I just couldn't master the art of in and out through my nose. Anyway, this time Maggie gave me strict instructions NOT to use my mouth and otherwise to breath normally. To help the cannula stay in position the tubes were looped behind both ears, under the chin and kept in position with surgical tape. It was comfortable to wear and easy to breathe with, even with my mouth firmly closed, and once Mistress was satisfied that I was managing the equipment satisfactorily, a suitable hood was the next stage of preparation.

Mistress chose the cream double walled hood. The perforations across the eyes do restrict vision considerably, but I have learned that with a slight move of the head I can catch the occasional glimpse of my Mistress. I always like to be able to see Maggie as she is such a stunning beauty, however, once my head was back in the vice, any movement was virtually impossible.

The cannula tube was fed through the zipped opening at the mouth and worked a treat for aroma delivery, all the while the steady, rhythmic pumping of the cannula pump maintained a regular flow of air to my nose. 

When it was time to take my medicine Maggie would warn me to breathe out, then a faint hiss followed as she squeezed the aromas bulb and the next breath I took provided a welcome infusion of relaxing vapours, delivered along with the fresh air. I am so pleased that I had successfully managed the cannula pump, it’s steady almost silent drone was as calming as the aromas it delivered, and certainly added to the all round ambience of my clinical treatment. 

Couch straps are never forgotten and Maggie was pulling them tight once again, to keep her patient where she wanted, with my head secured in the immobiliser, bound up at Maggie's mercy (or lack of).

Maggie brought out a bottle of cocoa butter and began applying it to my scrotal area; she says it is to make the area more pliable and stretchy to accommodate saline, whereas I just think it a wonderful experience having the very experienced hands of the perfect woman gently massaging my balls. Who knew I would ever love cocoa butter? - Simply heaven! 

I think I was in reasonably good books with my owner, as I had no difficulty with the cannula and didn't complain at all as she carefully inserted a different kind of cannula into my ball sac to proceed with the scrotal inflation. After a few moments when the saline was flowing steadily, Maggie closed the zip up on the front of the hood and I was plunged into darkness, although I wasn't. The hood obviously precludes any vision but the latex is thin enough to allow a strange and eerie cream light through. I could breathe easily so all was well in my very limited world. Every now and then Maggie would stroke a bit of her slave, dole out another puff of aromas, and with her latex gloved hands monitored the progress of my balls as they increased in size.

I wondered why Maggie had paid so much attention to sterilising and roping my cock and balls separately but found out when she inserted a needle at the end of the foreskin. I didn't know it at the time, but it wasn’t just my balls that would be receiving 500ml, she also had plans to inject two full syringes into the foreskin and now informed me, ‘You will feel a little prick!’

A second saline line went into my scrotum as the original was starting to drip a little slowly and once inserted Maggie sounded overjoyed with the flow levels once again. Of course, I couldn't see my owners reaction to the two separate inflations, but I did hear that delightful laugh as Maggie commented on how... odd... my groin area looked. It had obviously  tickled her fancy and that was music to my ears.

A big laugh for my Mistress!

Some may think it odd that being restrained on a couch with limited cream vision, with my head rigidly held, and having two simultaneous saline infusions to my nether regions would have me deliriously happy with my situation, but I was. The solitude gave me time to reflect on my new promise to Maggie; to provide her with some ideas for future sessions, and I had come up with a couple of general ideas one of which I articulated when the hood front was unzipped. 'How about total rubber isolation where I was standing in several layers of latex...' That seemed to do the trick as Maggie was already indicating some of the 'add ons' that she could do to her slave. Oh well, it’s out in the open now, Maggie will have a field day and there is no way that I can complain.

The session wasn't yet over, as I was released from the head harness with instructions to shuffle so my arse was over the end of the couch and my legs were raised high in the stirrups. That can only mean one thing. Mistress would allow me the privilege of a good pegging. Out came the butt plug that had been keeping me company since the Playroom insertion, Maggie stood by me donning her strap on, the couch was adjusted to the right height and... no more embellishment. As Maggie had the electric box handy, in went an electrode down my cock and away it went. Pulse pulse pulse.  

In went Mistress' strap on and I enjoyed such a fantastic experience. My ginormous inflated balls were bouncing up and down and being slapped by Maggie as she pounded my arse, the electrified sound was zinging deep inside me, my inflated foreskin seemed to be gripping and sucking the sound further inside and although I only had perforated vision of my Mistress I thought I was in heaven with Maggie as my angel. Well, I thought I had cum; all my body said I had cum and gave me the signs that I once again had ejaculated, yet strangely, Mistress said there were no external signs of any dribbling.

I hope I hadn't disappointed Mistress Maggie by not squirting my juices all over, but on the positive side no mess to have to clean up. I do know that some of my fantasies are inappropriate, against the Rules and will never be attainable, but it doesn't stop those thoughts. After all, a red blooded slave can dream.