A Load of Pee

Today I witnessed just how hard my professional dominatrix has to work to ensure her slave is receiving the 'appropriate' treatment. I am, of course referring to Mistress Maggie. I am full of admiration for the dedication and care that she lavishes on her charges. Perhaps I should start at the beginning and develop this thought. I will also have to give some detail about my private preparation and, dare I say, toilet habits! The reason why I consider such personal/private information will become apparent.

I usually go for a pee about 45 minutes before meeting Maggie. When I park, I go for another one and when Mistress sends me to the bathroom I have another one. By this stage my bladder should be empty and I should not embarrass myself and upset Maggie by asking if I could have a pee break. OK, you get the picture, empty bladder, no pee blah blah blah!

It was a very pleasant, rather warm day and I was beginning to regret wearing my jumper as I sauntered towards The Chambers, and I could only imagine how warm Mistress must have been feeling in her head to toe latex ensemble. She had greeted me in her figure hugging, tight black latex catsuit and her rather nice new shiny boots and, and to finish her total rubberisation, Maggie had on a tight open faced latex hood: In fact the epitome of my dream woman, which of course, she is.

I had already sent her a copy of my negative Covid test so fortunately we were soon climbing the stairs to The Playroom. Oh those hips and thighs and cheeks, all perfectly framed inside the tight latex. I would definitely have been prepared to bury my nose in the valley had Mistress done her 'normal' activity of stopping abruptly, as it was she didn't stop, which was probably for the best as I had received a serious caning last session for various infractions.

Upstairs, I was sent to change (and pee) and returned for my obligatory worship of Maggie's footwear. Again I was sorely tempted to stray from the boots and gently lick and kiss lower thighs, upper thighs and... well, let my tongue go on a bit of an adventure. But I didn't! I am better trained than that. Mistress used her hefty Mistress whip to beat a rhythm on my backside during worship and I imagined even just flicking her wrist whilst so tightly and completely enclosed in latex would be generating considerable heat, because I was starting to sweat even though I was only wearing latex gloves and socks.

Luxury of luxuries, with the boots suitably attended to I was even permitted a short period of caressing and kissing along the back of those glorious, rubber clad thighs and derrière. However, a phrase Maggie uses quite a lot is ‘Well slave there is no pleasure without pain’, and that was kind of the case today, because sitting back down on her worshipped bottom Maggie pulled a transparent latex bag over my head, pulling it closed under my chin. Although not 'painful' it certainly generated some heavy breathing on my part as I gazed through the semi translucent latex at the face of my beautiful owner. It did seem a very appropriate setting with me kneeling before my wonderful Mistress dependant on her for the very air I was allowed to receive.

Getting me into my Invincible catsuit caused a real problem for the first time. Normally I can get into it almost unaided but not today. I think it was because I was starting to sweat more and more. Maggie talc'd the inside and I tried the normal routine making sure all zips were fully open. Oh what a tangle I'd got myself in! I tugged and pulled and shuffled and shrugged and had to ask Maggie for considerable assistance. This was definitely unfair on my part as I could see my poor Mistress getting warmer and warmer as we struggled.  After what seemed an eternity and one monumental struggle, I was finally able to zip up the suit to the chin but even the zipping was a struggle. I was pooped, and despite the room fan being on I could see Mistress was heating up from all the exertion and I was very happy when she indicated a short breather was required. 

A red latex hood was fitted before following Mistress into The Clinic where she explained I was to receive a catheter for the remainder of the session. Fine by me as I am now used to and dare I say rather enjoy the feeling of Maggie gently inserting a rubber tube deep into my innards. Before the successful insertion Maggie just couldn't resist the opportunity of smothering her charge both with her latex covered hands and with the rubber operating sheet. Sometimes I get the impression Maggie gets a real buzz from seeing her charges gasping for breath, and this willing slave was making no attempt to resist her absolute authority. 

The gloves aren't too bad because with a little twisting of the mouth I could gain just sufficient air so as not to have to complain. Now the rubber sheet on the other hand is a different proposition. It seals itself to the rubber hood you are wearing and that's it! Absolutely NO air and some most peculiar sounds as you breathe out, until you can breath out no longer!

The catheterisation was routine. After creating a sterile area, the anaesthetic fluid inserted down the urethra tingles initially, actually quite a pleasant tingle, then a 5 minute wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. It is testament to how good Maggie is with catheters that all the fluid was emptied down the urethra with no spillage and I couldn't even tell when the tube was inserted and the bulb inflated. What I did notice in the 5 minute wait period was Mistress casually enjoying a little late lunch. I was securely strapped to the couch but I could just glimpse Maggie through the mouth hole, yes a bit of an oblique angle, but I couldn't get the eyeholes focussed. Oh and I was enjoying a little e-stim that Maggie thought appropriate whilst she enjoyed her break. Not too rigorous but sufficient to draw my attention.

 

Mistress had earned that 5 minute break because up to that time she had worked extremely hard on her slave. What did start to be of concern was Mistress saying with a wry smile that she would leave fitting the catheter bag until later and that I would remain clamped until she decided otherwise. A little uncomfortable because I was just starting to feel some contents in my bladder but of course, there it stayed.

Moving back to The Playroom where I was ordered onto my knees with forehead on the floor, Maggie fiddled with my anal zip and prepared me for inserting a smallish butt plug. The size wasn't its main attraction as Mistress put it through its paces through a myriad of buzzing and vibrating cycles. I think Maggie found that most amusing as she could just about get it to play a buzzing tune. The plug was self contained with the on/off and programming button sitting nicely on its base. I mention its construction because this did cause some issues later as I was suspended from the rafters. Anyway, it was set off buzzing away and sealed inside my bum. 

The inflatable hood that went on next was, I think, my first experience with this piece of kit. At first I thought it was quite a loose fit and would no doubt leak air round the seams and mouth piece and I wondered if Mistress was aware of these potential failings? That was until it was pumped up heavily. Just a couple more pumps for good luck... and oh boy what a piece of kit when fully pumped. I just love the feel and the fit and the sheer air-tightness of this hood. I could see clearly after Mistress had demisted the lenses and just loved wearing it, and thank you Maggie for allowing me the chance.

We have developed a relatively simple and efficient way of launching me on my flying experiences that importantly, particularly in the current warmth, is relatively easy on my poor Mistress. Maggie retrieved the very heavy leather body harness from its storage box in the corner of the Playroom, and after loosening the straps I was able to wriggle my head into the appropriate place ready for Mistress to tighten them all. I recall back to my earlier days when I was a complete novice and had to rely on comprehensive instruction to get it right, but now with the appropriate training, I manage to get it ready for Maggie. With a little more training perhaps I will be able to fasten the straps and... that is for the future and dependant on Mistresses wishes.

Once strapped in, I was even able to attach the carabiners to the centre ring so I was standing comfortably yet attached to the ceiling; more excellent training! From that secure stance it is a relatively easy action to rest each leg in turn, slip them in the stirrups that Mistress had attached to the overhead suspension bar and et voila we have lift off. Relatively close to the ground, but all the same fully suspended. All that was left was for Maggie to pull on the pulley to lift the stirrups to whatever height she wanted. Once again I felt a little guilty that my Mistress was having to hoist a beefy slave on such a warm day but at least the first part of harnessing and swinging was relatively easy.

At last, I received the welcome relief of the rubber bag being attached to the catheter. It is rather strange, the sensation is not one of peeing, that familiar relief of standing there and peeing but more just a simple relaxation of the bladder pressure. That is part of what is meant by being under someone's total control I suppose (and I love it). 

Of course there was no way that Mistress would not take advantage of my suspended situation and first with a few tugs on my cock set me slowly swinging. That clearly didn't do enough for Maggie's needs and soon she disappeared, returning soon after with the heavy wooden block that she proceeded to attach to my balls, with the help of some old nylons and a carabiner.  

Now this did seem to float Maggie's boat in terms of torturing her slave. With my pumped up hands safely secured to stop them wandering and the block swinging freely, a quick grab of either cock or balls had me swinging like a pendulum, or squalling like a wimp when she purposely dug her nails into my tender flesh. I have to say another thank you because every now and then I was granted another whiff of aroma from my Mistress. When I mentioned that the vibrating anal toy had stopped working she seemed to enjoy trying to kick start it with her boot. That didn't work and after a few more boots, acknowledged it was not going to restart. It turns out the anal zipper on my suit was so tight when I was in the harness that it was pressing on the on/off button which, of course turned it off!

Two final points I would like mention, one relevant to the opening comments about pee; when we emptied the rubber bag at the end, it was absolutely full to bursting and in fact resembled an over stuffed salami. I have no idea how I had managed to accumulate so much pee, especially as I hadn't consumed any fluid for 45 minutes prior to arrival. The second point relates to Mistress asking me to help her out of her catsuit when our session had ended. As I unzipped the back of the suit, I could see (and wished I could have tasted) the fine layer of perspiration that was covering that perfect back. I didn't dare touch but it certainly reinforced how much work Maggie had invested on her slave. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

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