200 Not Out

I make no apologies for changes to content and style for this truly momentous occasion. I am going to indulge in a little nostalgia about my journey to happiness over the last 10 years or so. Why? Well today's extravaganza marks my 200th session with the most fantastic Professional Dominatrix a slave could ever wish for. I am eternally grateful to Mistress Maggie that she has seen fit to keep persevering with this somewhat dim, occasionally careless but always faithful slave.

My journey started on 28th September 2011, well a bit before that date actually but 28th September is the first time a very nervous newbie took a very long walk to the front door of The Chambers to be greeted by a very friendly, very beautiful and very understanding Mistress. 

My search for something exciting and out of my comfort zone started a few weeks prior to that date, when being totally bored at work I began idly browsing for something exciting to tickle my fancy and I eventually landed on Mistresses in the North West. One or two candidates caught my eye and I even surreptitiously made a site visit to one place somewhere near Manchester. But the one website that stood out head and shoulders from the rest was Mistress Maggie's, and it does remain in my humble opinion, one of the best websites of its kind on the whole internet. 

Why Maggie? Well she is incredibly beautiful, oozes sexual magnetism, she was local to where I live and above all her red lines mentioned on her website were an exact match to where I didn't want to go. Well, they were at the start of my journey at least, as these have now broadened to accommodate whatever Maggie wishes. It also turned out over time that she has a wicked sense of humour and some truly endearing traits that have certainly drawn me more tightly under her spell.

After that first session I was hooked. My early writings were simple reviews of Maggie's services on one or two advertising sites that she used, but unfortunately I have lost track of those original reviews. By my 5th session, Maggie asked if I would like some photos of my 'ordeal' and that first picture was published on Flickr together with a slim narrative. It was at that time when I received some very valuable advice from Maggie's husband John,  not to be so verbose on Flickr and that a blog might be a better avenue to take. Thus started the first of many Diary entries on Blogger and the 'Diary Of A Lancashire Slave' was born. There were early concerns about the new Government legislation that now appears to have been dropped, concerning the content of adult images. Maggie helped me through that minefield too, hence why some photos were marked as deleted!

My life was taking on a new meaning as we progressed through the many adventures that Maggie and I enjoyed; a trip to Chorley where Mistress saved me from an inebriated chappie who was suggesting going somewhere where I didn't want to go, Maggie of course didn't let anything happen as she always looks after her charges' welfare; the trips to our 'secret' wooded location for Mistress to walk me on a lead in full rubber through a leafy glade; being tied to a pillar under Lytham pier and approached by two security guards believing I was actually in danger, and on our 100th session on April 8th 2016 Mistress had organised a real treat for her, by now, truly ensnared slave, to have an artist present to create a centenary session portrait. There have been far to many adventures for me to recount the wonderful detail that Maggie created during all those sessions and that is why I continue with my DOALS (Diary Of A...) The common theme in all our sessions is that on each and every session I have become that little bit more devoted to my perfect Mistress and I have enjoyed every minute of our adventures. 

The next 100 sessions brought me further along my journey to becoming a better slave for Maggie. I had lost any inhibitions that I may have arrived with and it was someway through that period where I made an oath to Maggie that I have tried to live by ever since:

I promise that I will do my best:
To love my Mistress,
To serve my Mistress,
To help others to join my Mistress in slavery
To keep the Mistresses Law.

and 

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question

There have been many notable milestones in that time: 

I almost lost my balls to an elastrator.

I did lose my balls to a mangina, that was really 'interesting''.

I have been duct taped to Maggie's plank.

I've been loving regular deployment of aromas.

Gazing at Mistress as the air was slowly used up inside another plastic bagging.

Received copious gallons of Mistresses pee...

All these adventures and many more have all been massively documented.

I have outlined my real formative period over the last 10 years and now I need to mention what happened to cement the bond between Mistress and slave in this our 200th session.

Before starting on Maggie's menu for today (she always creates a comprehensive running order for every session and frequently checks that all is going to plan) we had me in my latex suit in no time and adjourned to The Clinic to try on Maggie's newly made inflatable rubber straitjacket. What an incredible piece of equipment Mistress has created in white rubber. The fit is perfect even to the collar, which beautifully overlapped the hood that I was fitted with. 

With the aid of an electric pump I was soon far fatter than when I arrived. I was not at all pleased that the latex hood only allowed me ONE small hole to see through and I was forever bobbing my head to try and catch a glimpse of both Mistress and my grossly inflated stomach. I was privileged at the end of the session to get to view the pictures Maggie had taken and it really is a stunning creation. I got the impression that Maggie is going to have a LOT of fun when she incorporates it in future work plans.

It gave me a real buzz being fully pumped up in the inflated jacket and a real shame that I had to be divested from it as we returned to The Playroom for my next treat. Ah, the aromas gas mask. That is another experience that I am delighted Maggie agreed to allow me to experience. With the side mounted hose, it gives the wearer a strange alien appearance that totally anonymises the wearer. I find the feeling of being just a rubber coated toy absolutely fantastic and I think that is another reason why I am mesmerised by Maggie every time I see pictures of her slaves wearing rubber, I imagine that it could be me... 

Once checked that I was breathing ok and a couple of aroma pumps consumed I was bent over the horse ready for my Mistress to mount her slave. Again a feeling of the total transference of power. Gone are any thoughts about the Neanderthal notion of male supremacy, just total acceptance that this lady is in absolute charge. As always, Maggie is sensitive to her slaves needs and gently lubed my bum first with her gloved fingers, then with my own dildo and then a long slow f**k ( it did get a lot faster as the ride progressed!) and then it was over. Well not quite for my bum as Maggie filled the whole cavity with a strand of four large anal beads, zipped them in so all that was protruding was the ring pull for extraction and there they stayed until the very end of the session.

The beautifully designed chest harness that I was strapped into allows the attachment of the bubble bottle at the back, whilst still retaining the ability to deliver aromas to my gas mask hood, and that too is how I remained until well through our 200th. The bubble bottle was amazing today; Maggie had decanted a large quantity of water into the tank and that meant every breath I took was accompanied by that wonderful, gurgling, bubbly sound. I was walked on the dog lead to the bathroom where I watched, listened and bubbled away in a most contented manner as Maggie took a long slow pee into a measuring jug that must have contained the best part of a litre when she breathed that wonderful sigh that indicates her flow was finished and led me back to The Playroom. With me still bubbling and gurgling away, Maggie attached a parachute to my balls and sent me off to get a weight from the other side of the room. I naturally returned with the smallest one I could find. 'Curtsey slave and address me as Your Majesty', she ordered.

I did as instructed and was promptly sent back for more weights and more curtsying. The weights were starting to get a little cumbersome, when not for the first time Maggie dispatched me to the bathroom to refill her glass of water. We continued in this vein until I finally had no option but to return with the heaviest weight, a round ball with wicked spikes. That caused some major discomfort initially when trying to curtsey. The spikes kept banging my leg and certainly putting me totally off balance. However, when I was sent to the bathroom for another refill, it dawned on me that by keeping legs together, slightly bending forward and taking small steps, that satisfactory progress could be achieved without breaking a leg. It was quite surreal walking and bubbling whilst, all the time, my balls being stretched, calves being banged and spiked and all the time I was loving it. Just when I had mastered that technique, Maggie decided I had had enough fun and moved to the next line in the plot.

Another layer of latex in the form of the bodybag with straitjacket arms was nice to slip into, although I was relieved when I was chained to the overhead gantry. By now you have probably gathered that I'd had the harness that held the bubble bottle removed along with that nice aromas gas mask. With a bit of a struggle and a excellent level of ingenuity, Mistress was able to fit the leather head harness over the top of my newly fitted anaesthesia mask. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but it certainly was tight and quite rigid, in fact I should say it was a 'snug' fit. Arms were secured to chains, legs were secured to a spreader bar and I was in a very happy place. 

Things got even happier as Mistress went to retrieve the gallon jar of pee deposited earlier. I had to work for my treat as Maggie set it up so that I had to suck all my refreshment. It is a good way of taking a drink because you suck when ready and can enjoy the flavour. 

The refreshment had cooled considerably being rested in the bathroom and in fact it felt positively chilled, most appetising and most refreshing. I eagerly took all the two gallons and all that remained was to extract me from my suits and for me to go to the bathroom to tease the anal balls out of my backside. Removal of the balls is one activity that does embarrass me as the balls go a long, long way up and who knows what might be lurking ...

I would like to thank Mistress Maggie for allowing me to continue my training and hope that I am becoming a better slave because I would like to continue for as long as she wishes. In those 11 years I have not only become truly devoted to my Mistress but glad to have found two friends that I can enjoy chatting to after sessions.