New Electrics, New Top, New Sensations

After 207 sessions I am still delighted and astounded by the ingenuity, hard work and especially the new sensations that Mistress Maggie generates in our sessions. Wearing a short asymmetric black latex skirt, striking patterned tights, ankle boots and to my immense delight the latex top that I had procured for her, Mistress once more ushered me into her Chambers and I was soon on my way up the stairs. Of course, I was in my vanilla clothes apart from my slave collar, which is mandatory for me; to remind me of who owns this slave. I still get a huge thrill from following those wonderful bum cheeks up to the Playroom and was beginning to venture a little closer with each step, but today Maggie did not stop on the stairs, probably a blessing in disguise, because I was so in the mood for gently burying my nose in the valley between the twin peaks. 

I was severely restricted in what I was allowed to pay homage to, as the boots I was to give my attention to were ankle length, but it didn't matter. It is the act of worship not the amount of lickable boot area that is important and strangely it did keep me a little more distant from the delrin cane that Maggie likes to play across my arse. If I am being honest, I do like the gentle caning or cropping at the start of my sessions and have frequently manoeuvred nearer Mistresses arm so she has a better shot, and if it pleases Maggie then I am pleased. 

What was marginally less pleasing was Maggie's placement of the boot heels when I had finished my duties. Ordered onto my back and instructed to shuffle my head between Mistress legs (I know, normally a wonderful position to be in), the boot heels were planted fairly and squarely on both nipples with just sufficient pressure and movement so as to be 'interesting'! Fortunately for my beleaguered little buds, this state didn't last too long and almost in an instant we had me inside my rubber suit, inside a nice and comfortable face mask, dusted and polished and ready for the next stage of our adventure.

I have already mentioned in a previous blog that my own red butt plug had now loosened to the extent that a more suitable sized one is becoming most desirable. Maggie tried fitting me with one that had previously proved a little large. This time it did slip in but not easily, and it also didn’t seat as well as my red one, we agreed that it was still not a suitable replacement, as later in the session it did become uncomfy and I had to ask for its removal.

Still, a good start and a move in the right direction. We will both be looking for a more permanent solution for my next plug, something I can wear for a full afternoon at least. To complete this stage of the fun, Mistress strapped me to the latex bed and announced with what can only be described as a sadistic grin, that I was privileged to be introduced to some quite different sensations from her relatively new electrastim box. To introduce this new service Mistress stuck the two electrodes not on either cock or balls, but one above on my lower abdomen and one just below; well technically on the perineum. A quick squirt of the electricity let me know that the experience would create truly new sensations. I would reserve judgement as to how 'enjoyable' these sensations would prove to be. 

After zipping the electrics into the suit, the final act to ensure that her slave was totally covered in rubber was the attachment of a thick rubber ball sheath and matching thick, controlling rubber cock sheath; a lot like a chastity cage only in my favoured rubber. And that was me, once again totally enclosed in rubber and once again confirming that my Mistress likes a little black latex covered plaything.

It was after I was released from the bed that I received the full 'benefits' of the new electro-play equipment, when with the electric set at a moderate level I was dispatched to Mistresses bedroom to retrieve some shiny combat boots. Walking was difficult as the tingling from the pulsing electric changed with every movement and the sensations were not the ones of direct contact with cock and balls but more subtle yet more irritating. 

I am sure that the spacing between the two electrodes plays a great part in determining the level of shock, and when I gingerly arrived in the bedroom it was very much a question of waiting for the pulse to die down momentarily, bend down quickly, grab the boots and straighten up before the next shocking wave hit my groin area. Well, of course, the disruption to my concentration caused me to retrieve the wrong boots!

On my return, Mistress sent me straight back to get the correct pair and for good measure ramped up the volume of the pain inducing electrics. I had to be even quicker between pulses to retrieve the boots this time, because the consequences of failure was a pain level substantially worse than the first run!

I was relieved that finally I had the correct boots, but I was immediately dispatched again, this time to the bathroom to return with a full pail of cold water that I was to place carefully under the table. It was then that Mistress was able to obtain maximum pleasure from my discomfort at trying to bend down low to deposit the pail without spilling it. As a test, it was certainly successful for Mistress as she was able to witness the antics of her rubber covered slave having to move in time to the pulsing electricity. I am sure at least one of us enjoyed the experience!

I was even more relieved, or rather my lower groin was, that the severity of the electricity was reduced as I headed towards the Playroom stool to sit down as instructed, though I did wonder why Maggie had so precisely positioned the stool… more about that later. A large bubble bottle was strapped to my back before Mistress attached me to the stool with leather straps.

Mistress knows exactly how to lure this slave deeper under her spell, and once I was fitted into a rather nice gas mask used with the bubble bottle, I was soon on my journey into total rubber submission. It felt wonderful strapped to the chair gently breathing in and out and hearing, and feeling the bubble bottle behind me. I was pleasantly warm by this stage, but Maggie had filled the bottle with the pail of cool water which meant the bubbling actually felt cool in the middle of my back. More movement into my place deeper under Maggie's spell came with each puff of very welcome aromas. I felt relaxed and could gaze out at the most beautiful vision I could ever imagine. Yes at this stage, I was so far under her spell that I felt like I was in heaven and...

Sadly heaven can last a while but on this earth not forever. Accompanied by the sound of rattling metal, Maggie soon had my ankles secured to a spreader bar and then a rope from the bar attached via the overhead back to my balls. I must have looked a really odd toy with legs off the floor, balls being stretched and bubbling away, but what wasn't obvious was the huge smile hiding under the mask as I sat and watched Mistress refill the emptied pail with the contents of her bladder. It is, in this slaves opinion the eighth wonder of the world, to be given the privilege of watching my very beautiful Mistress in the process of peeing. My only thought was that all that wonderful nectar should not be wasted and that I may be fortunate to consume some if not all of that goodness.

Today I might just have performed my training duties in a satisfactory manner, because Mistress allowed me the benefits of her bullet vibrators. The cock sleeve was removed which was beneficial for my growing erection, which in turn was assisted by some gentle massage by Mistress and the sleeve of the bullet vibe was slid onto my cock, meanwhile another vibrator was judicially placed against my balls, with the electrics still pulsing away as well I was now on my way to stim-oblivion.

Mistress mentioned afterwards that she got the impression I was enjoying this stimulation and that was hardly surprising. Who wouldn't? - and after all I was in no position not to enjoy it was I? One more step down the lane towards being a complete and total slave for Mistress.

As for that waiting pail of pee, well I was not to be disappointed. About a 500ml serving was dispensed into a handy jug for my personal thirst ridding consumption, and with a drinking tube placed in my mouth I began sucking. Maggie held the jug and made sure the end of the tube was always submerged while I eagerly drank up every last drop of her wonderful liquid without any hesitation. 

Thank you Mistress Maggie for new electrics, new top, new sensations and just for being the perfect Mistress.

Nettling Nipples

Another hot day in Preston, but I managed to arrive cool by choosing the shaded side of the road to make my approach. I was soon feeling a lot warmer when Mistress Maggie opened the door to the Chambers. Mistress said she would be wearing something suitable for the hot weather and was looking fantastic in black fishnet tights, tight turquoise playsuit with a contrasting black harness, she had already suggested I include my latex shorts and t-shirt in the perv bag, as well as the normal inhabitants of course; latex socks, gloves, catsuit and butt plug, so I certainly had a lot of dressing options available.

With Maggie taking the lead I made my way to the Playroom, wishing I could get a lot closer to those perfect undulating cheeks with every upwards step. But I restrained myself!

I was instructed to strip in the Playroom, where the oscillating fan was making its presence felt with wafts of cool air. I was a little surprised that I was asked only to don shorts, gloves and socks, even the t-shirt was omitted from the dressing list that Mistress gave me, but no matter, Maggie always has a reason for all her clothing choices, and I was somewhat relieved that I hadn't been instructed to wear my newest thick catsuit. A latex hood was fitted immediately and that was nice to wear for the whole of the remainder of the session.

As I was paying homage to her shiny knee boots, Mistress maintained an irregular but frequent thwacking of my latex covered bum with her 'blue crop'. Mistress likes the sound of her implements on bare flesh and the delightful crack it makes against latex too, but her ministrations were doing little to quash my ardour, in fact it was so pleasant that I regretted it when the gentle 'massage' ended. 

Perhaps now is the appropriate point to mention what I had suggested to Mistress for her consideration during the session. I wrote in late July - Re Clinic ideas. I may well regret this but it may be fun to find out what a combination of elastrator, catheter, e-stim and ball stretching feels like?  

I never regret any of these suggestions, although I must admit to questioning my sanity as Mistress translates the suggestion into reality. Of course I anticipate a lot more content and even after 200+ sessions Maggie has continued to bring new elements into my training, as happened today. Before adjourning, or more accurately, being led by my collar into The Clinic, Mistress had one more activity she needed to perform whilst in the Playroom. No, not my butt plug. Mistress declared that is now too small. I was ordered to bend over the waiting horse, some electro lube, in went a pair of electro Kegel balls followed by a circuit test and all was ready. 

Escorted into the clinic and Mistress very wisely had me sit squarely on a towel on the couch. A wise choice because even by then I was starting to sweat in the heat and the Clinic fan was marginally less effective than the Playroom one, so I was warming up nicely. I willingly submitted to being strapped down on the couch and eagerly accepted some welcome aromas through a strapped on anaesthesia mask. Then something totally unexpected; Mistress produced a pair of breast suction cups that she has recently acquired and a very healthy looking nettle plant, looking most green and seriously ready for its intended destination. A good dollop of lube on each of my breast areas to ensure a good vacuum, the nettles were divided into three sprigs, one each in each plastic breast receptacle and one spare. Then the truly amazing sensation as the air was pumped from first one then the other breast cups.

I have experienced nettles in various scenarios during my extensive training, but never like this and never with such intensity of sensation. The right hand cup was pumped up and stayed in position for a long, long time. Another amazingly successful application and the results have remained with me for several days.

Right breast showing signs of suction and nettling.

We didn't fare so well with the left breast. It pumped up fine, so I had a nicely balanced pair of boobs but I could tell that the air was gently seeping from somewhere round the seal. Pumped up again and the same thing so Maggie concentrated on stroking the left nipple with the nettles just so they could both share the sensations, whilst the right one was quietly marinating away without a care in the world.

Maggie then opted for a better view of my pumped up predicament; lowering the couch she climbed up and straddled my shoulders, nose and mouth to produce breath control in the extreme. I could only gasp for breath as Mistress adjusted to create the perfect seal and I really had no control over my next breath, or when or even if I would breathe again! In a bizarre way I  did get my wish to be closer to Maggie's rear, but I really didn't expect it to be in such a breath taking fashion. One final comment about Maggie's rear is that, with a little wriggling her cheeks can achieve a complete seal around lips and nose and I do love being in such a controlled position.

Oh how pleased I am that Mistress has developed into the catheter queen. The same sterile routine that I have had so many times before, the same procedure and the catheter was in and operational without me even noticing the insertion.

You may have remembered that I mentioned Mistress divided the nettles into three sprigs. The third sprig was wafted with gay abandon across my cock and balls as Maggie casually sat on her stool, having some sustenance whilst laughing at my stinging, not so private parts. My Mistress knows exactly how to frustrate her slave and I really love it!

I got the impression that Maggie was enjoying the next part of her medical operations; applying elastrator rings to my scrotum and balls. And after asking what our previous effort had achieved, was determined that I would be going for a ‘personal best’ for the number of rings round my balls. After number 7, Maggie announced in a semi serious, half laughing tone that she was going to see if she could speed up the process by applying two rings at a time. Yep, that worked and in half the time I ended up with 11 rings on my nuts. I suggested that with two rings that the strain on Mistresses wrists may be alleviated by applying the elastrator’s locking clip until she was ready to release them, but this didn't seem necessary for Maggie although next time...

A couple of needles in scrotum!

Now was the time for a little relaxation for this happy chappy. Mistress fitted an anaesthesia hood for more breath play and to achieve a virtually airtight seal, I received the Perspex eye shield which allows perfect vision without air loss through the eye sockets. I was also to be attached to the magnificent Bellows that Maggie had created for breath play, which allow concurrent restricted breathing and aromas deployment. Breath slowly in... out... in... out. I could sense when Mistress was about to deploy another few puffs of magic air so adjusted my intake breath until after I sensed Maggie pumping the aromas bulb and that produces the maximum, most beneficial sensations. I was to maintain this pattern of breathing until my balls dropped off!

A little CBT followed just to highlight the fun I might lose if the elastrator bands had been left on for too long. I don't think Maggie really wants me to be de nutted... Mistress placed a cock clamp to my already banded balls and another bipolar connection tightened round my cock end. I only managed around five minutes of the estim, because by this time, my body was losing stamina. I was starting to rapidly warm up, the bands round my balls were starting to ache and I never even registered that Mistress had managed to insert a couple of needles in my scrotum. 

This was a shame when I saw the picture, because Mistress creates some wonderful sculptures with her needle work. Perhaps next time I will be tough enough to run with her creativity.

As it happened, Mistress did show some mercy and chose to snip off the 11 bands before it was too late to do so! I tried to persevere because I never like letting my Mistress down but I had reached that stage. I mentioned to Maggie that I thought I had had enough pleasure for one day and like the really caring Mistress she is, recognised the increasing stress levels and started quietly and efficiently dismantling my pleasure items.

Maggie had produced exactly what I requested and needed. I was pushed to my limit and next time I hope to push those limits a little further. On another positive note we did achieve a personal best with 11 elastrator bands, so the target next time will be >11. I am certain there will be a next time and who knows, with a bit more breast suction I may end up with suitably sized boobs. Well perhaps not as that depends on Mistress Maggie's preferences and of course the breast cones explains why no t-shirt or catsuit were used.

Caution: This 02:19 elastrator clip has audio