Vertical or Horizontal? That, is the Question

In response to Mistress Maggie’s request to make suggestions for Playroom sessions I might like, I replied:

Is it possible to fit me in the leather isolation hood so that you can attach your rubber slave to the gantry or ceiling ring? …

or

As an alternative, I was looking back through all our video clips and I realised I have not had the next instalment of my bedtime story …

So my fate may have been sealed. Well, I certainly found myself well and truly sealed by the end of the session!

It just wont stay in!

As it was overcast and slightly drizzling I took the opportunity to wear my rubber trench coat casually open, with absolutely no notice taken by the few pedestrians I sauntered past. I am getting a lot more relaxed wearing my superb coat in public and one day…

I digress. When I arrived, Mistress by coincidence, was also wearing her rubber trench coat and she looked stunning as she opened the door to usher me in to The Chambers. A complete contrast to the shiny black of her thick shiny mac was the vibrant red ponytail she wore atop of her open face latex mask.

No matter whether I was to be suspended vertically or laid horizontally, or whatever other ideas Mistress had planned, I felt today was going to be another interesting experience where I could serve and please my Mistress.

Mistress had her black, lace-up boots just peeping under her coat, and once I was fitted into her chosen latex slave hood I set to work eagerly cleaning, kissing and paying homage to my owners’ footwear. Naturally, as a full-blooded latex minded male, I tried to sneak a peek at what delights were hidden within the blackness that I was working in and think I spied a little glimpse of a black latex leotard. Totally out of bounds of course, but I am mesmerised by Maggie and all her clothing choices, she is an incredibly sexy and truly sensual person, which makes it hard for me to remember my restriction at times.

Maggie's inflatable rubber collar

It is amusing that during my boot worship, Mistress still continues ‘encouraging’ her slave with occasional thwacks from her padded crop, even after ten years of being a slave in her charge. Encouragement is never required for any action I do for my Mistress, so I must conclude that Maggie does get pleasure from the fact that she can use the crop indiscriminately, stamping her mark on her property knowing there will be no objections from her slave, and after all, the noise of the crop on rubber is most satisfying. I am really fortunate having a Mistress who likes to keep her slave at a honed state of readiness.

We had some unfinished business from our last session due to the new larger butt plug that had been ordered not arriving in time. Time was not wasted in preparing me for the larger toy though, I had been well stretched and ready to accommodate it when it eventually arrived. Well, today was the day. I was offered a sniff from a new and untried bottle of Amyl aromas, as they are supposedly better at relaxing the anal muscles. It worked; after having my existing plug as a ‘range finder’ the new toy slipped into my arse in a relatively straightforward manner, but try as we might the damn thing, rather disgracefully, slid out. The Doc Johnson Rumpy butt plug was by no means a flush fit, the neck of the plug is not long enough to allow the bulb to nestle into its new home, nor is it suitable to wear long-term while moving about pleasing my Mistress. Oh well, back to the butt plug hunt!!!

As an aside, I do prefer the aromas that we normally use to this Amyl brand, and was pleased when later in the session Maggie reverted back to what I am more used to. I found the Amyl a little insipid in taste and smell. Even though there is a marginal improvement in anal relaxation, I hope Maggie will predominantly use the original. However, I certainly am not averse to trying any/all brands and may suggest that Maggie might obtain other aromas just to test out the efficacy of the various makes.

I still needed my arse filling and notwithstanding the ejecting plug, Maggie always has a plan ‘B’, which on this occasion involved inserting a sizeable electro plug. It was beginning to look like Maggie would be the one being tested with electric today, as unfortunately, being a somewhat clumsy slave, I stood on the lead as I got off the bed and broke it! Again, Mistress always has a contingency, and at Plan ‘C’ in went the electro Kegel balls to finally stuff my arse in a way that Maggie was satisfied with, so was this happy slave too. 

Thankfully there were no mishaps or delays inserting me into my Invincible latex suit, followed by full enclosure in Maggie’s thick latex straitjacket body bag. It was at this point that I realised it was going to be a horizontal suspension, as the monkey gas mask that was now being fitted over the open faced helmet I was wearing precluded the suspension hood. The final adornment was the broad waist corset that Maggie buckled on nice and snug. It does feel good to wear and slims down this rather stout slave.

Suited in two thick layers, corseted and masked, I was told to sit upright so Maggie could add an inflatable neck collar to my rubber dressing, one I hadn’t previously tried. The collar is one of Maggie’s designs and creation. pumped up just to the right pressure, it gives support and rigidity but was not over pumped to cause breathing difficulties. Yet another excellent, innovative and well-made item in her armoury. I was then laid to rest, not literally of course as that may imply I was dead meat, and manoeuvred into the centre of the bed, given my favourite choice of pillow and I just relaxed into my very comfortable latex surroundings. 

Of course, I knew Mistress would not leave her slave luxuriating and actually enjoying the peace and quiet induced by the tight mask. The crotch zips were opened and the red viper electrode was arranged about the base of my cock. The electrode was very effective in ‘waking’ the dead and I laid back, humped a bit and groaned a bit as the anal electrode and Viper did their business, until, oh dear - I told you Maggie was more tested by the electrics didn’t I! All that humping dislodged one of the wires to the Kegel balls and I lost signal. Two choices; mention the failure or pretend it was still working to avoid one area of discomfort.

Of course it’s a no brainer as I always tell the truth to my Mistress, but seeing as she was unable to reach the offending wire under all that rubber, two fresh electrodes were attached to my balls in the blinking of an eye and the circuit re-routed to that location. A final flourish to attach my arms securely to the corset and I could be finally tucked up under the cosy, hot latex duvet.

And so to the continuation of my Dressing for Pleasure bedtime story. The curtains were drawn; of course, I am referring to the bug eye blindfold that Maggie applied; actually far more effective than curtains and the result, I was in total darkness. I concentrated my mind on listening to my Mistress reading to her rubber plaything. Every now and then, I could feel Maggie lean over and pump the aromas bulb, feeding me with the familiar buzz, taste and smell that I was used to. This aroma has the ability to focus my mind on my Mistress and that made me hump the covers even more. I remember her leaning close and saying -

'It’s an exciting story isn’t it slave?'

I couldn’t deny that, even some of the dressing styles and adventures I have had with Maggie reflected the theme in the current storyline, making it quite meaningful. (A clip is included below) 

Maggie had been steadily increasing the electric sensation occasionally, but unknown to us both, all the humping I was doing was causing the dials on the electric box that was under the quilt with me to rotate.

I humped = quilt moved in sympathy = dials caught on the quilt = volume turned up = the increased sensation got me humping the quilt even more...

You couldn’t have dreamt it up! All this under quilt action was taking its toll on my ability to maintain a reasonable temperature and eventually I had to plead for some relief from the stifling heat. The paragraph had come to the end and Mistress gently eased me out of the monkey mask and collar, and peeled back the latex quilt to let in some cooler air. Perhaps I should hire myself out as an alternative source of heating to counteract the increasing gas prices, but on reflection I am dedicated to Mistress and she can benefit from all the warmth I can generate.

After I had cooled sufficiently I willingly had the monkey mask refitted but a different hose was attached to it this time. The three breathing bellows were wheeled in and left standing ominously at the side of the bed while Mistress dispensed her aromatic medicine into her unique breath play rig. It looked like I was going to have to work for my medicine from now on and was determined not to let Mistress down. Slowly and evenly I breathed in and out, drawing in Maggie’s intoxicating potion with each breath, achieving good movement in the bellows as they acted in their rebreather capacity. Mistress Maggie loves to tease and excite this rubber slave and with the electrics under her control once again it was time for more humping, jumping, grunting and conclusive enjoyment for me too.

There was no way I could have been disappointed today. I got exactly, and more than I suggested and another few steps along the route of total dependence on Mistress for all my emotional and physical needs. Thank you Maggie.

Caution: This 02:17 bedtime bondage clip has audio