Big Balls Day

When I received the calling e-mail it almost told me exactly what to expect. The pre-session mail from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘Wear big spacious pants as a precaution. Rubber nurse is planning a big day for you.’

I think it was safe to assume that I was going to receive a long overdue saline infusion and give Mistress a huge set of testicles to play with. It also acted as a reminder to pack my latex underpants into my kit bag for the return journey, just in case the saline leaks out of my balls as has happened before. As I made way to Maggie’s Chambers I was curious to find out if I had accurately diagnosed my treatment.

Yep, this time I got my assessment exactly right. That is not to say that was all that happened during another wonderful session with my Mistress. Once again, due to the cool weather, I was invited to get rid of my outdoor clothes and don my rubber socks and gloves in the Playroom. I was of course feeling a little excited having been greeted by Maggie in her all white nurse uniform, topped off with a very bright and shiny white bobbed wig. I have to admit feeling a trifle embarrassed at my lack of control as the beginnings of an erection must have been clearly visible as I disrobed, but what slave wouldn't become excited by a very sensual and sensational lady in tight latex, and Maggie certainly has a penchant for doing that!

After changing into my rubber accessories and laying out my thick black rubber suit and butt plug for later use, I was sent to the bathroom to deposit the day clothes and perv bag. On my return there was no boot worship and that concerned me, as it was a big change from my normal routine. Instead, I was ushered onto the rubber bed, told to present my arse for attention and my butt plug easily and comfortably glided in to fill it up.

We then got me nicely encased in my thick latex catsuit. Even though the suit has been well chlorinated, a light dusting of talc was applied inside, moreso in the sleeves as Maggie always helps with my arms. I think Mistress does like to dress her slaves 'properly’, and after a visual inspection she dusted off any wisps of talc from my upper torso, I was told to use the cloth and clean off my calves and socks to ensure my owner didn't have to bend down for such a simple task.

Oddly there was still no footwear worship, instead Mistress applied padded leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I imagined they were to be used to restrain me somehow, but for the moment the carabiner connections were just left dangling. Mistress opened a plastic bag and extracted a brand new, sterile nasal cannula and began deploying it on my face, its curved prongs were slipped into my nostrils and its plastic tube was placed comfortably around my ears before being attached to a source of aromas. I detected the quiet humming of an electric pump and Maggie told me to exhale and hold my breath, when told to breath in I received an awesome blast of aromas. Satisfied that her test had worked Mistress had me wear a black latex hood and the cannula was secured invisibly in place.

‘Down on the floor slave. On your front’, ordered Mistress. It is a good job I am well padded in that department as the carabiners were brought into use, ankles and wrists clipped together in a very effective hogtie position, not that I wanted to, but with some fiddling and persistence I could possibly have undone the clasps and slipped out of the bondage. No, the reason for the bondage then became apparent as Mistress started pumping her bulb pump and I was instantly plied with an infusion of aromas, and in a somewhat intoxicated state I was instructed to, ‘clean my boots slave’. 

So that was me, boot slave for the next ten minutes. It wasn’t the easiest task I’ve been given by any stretch,  Mistress was keeping a keen eye on the boot cleaning and if I was failing to perform to her satisfaction I received the clap of a crop on rubber, including cock and ball area as well. Wriggling around on the carpet I struggled as best as I could to keep my tongue moving even when Maggie changed her position. ‘You have one job slave’, Mistress reminded me as she gave me another slap with her crop and placed the deep tread soles of her nurse boots on my face, by now I had learned that the best thing to do was just keep on licking. On the positive side, I was treated to that wonderful laugh as Maggie watched my squirmings, so it was worth the attentions of the crop.

That has got to be the most difficult and physically demanding footwear worship that I have experienced, and for once I was grateful when my boot duty ended and Maggie undid my clasps ready to progress to our next experience.

Ah, now onto my successful assessment of Mistresses calling mail. With the ankle and wrist cuffs removed it was an easy walk behind Maggie's delightful, white coloured rear through to The Clinic. I didn't resist the temptation this time and gently stroked one hand down the length of the latex skirt. The feeling of smooth latex on smooth latex is simply divine and fortunately I think the stroking was appreciated by my Mistress because I wasn't issued a warning. When the door to the clinic was opened, there was the cream rubber bodybag draped over the couch awaiting its victim, and I also noticed the matching double skinned cream latex hood.

I know the drill due to the excellent training I have received and I helped Mistress lay out the suit down the length of the couch. I even mentioned the internal arm envelopes, but I wasn't sure if Maggie's congratulations were genuine or just to make her slave feel that little more valued at remembering this extra restraining feature. I climbed onto the couch and teased my two latex covered black legs into the bag, then with considerable assistance from my owner slipped each arm into the internal sleeves. And that was effectively the end of the possibility of bottom stroking and in fact any movement at all apart from the odd wiggle. 

Maggie proceeded to zip me up in my tight latex cocoon before tightening the body straps as tight as she could. I was left to lie there and willingly accept my fate at the hands of my adorable Mistress once again. My conversion from an all black rubber slave to an all white one was completed with the fitting of the matching double skinned hood. I was given the choice of leaving the black hood underneath or replacing it with the cream one. I chose the former because the cannula was working absolutely fine as it was and I didn't wish to upset Mistress by disturbing it. I am also obsessed with layers of rubber and secretly fancied three layers of head covering.

Speaking of obsessions, Mistress left the outer covering unzipped for now and by careful positioning I could catch occasional glimpses of my main obsession as Maggie in her guise of my rubber nurse continued with her preparation. Strangely enough, the best view of Mistress was those glorious breasts. Whichever way I tilted my perforated eyes they kept returning to that area. As Maggie moved to the foot of the couch I was happy being able to see any part of my beautiful owner and I lay comfortably as the crotch zips were opened and Maggie proceeded to massage a good dose of body butter into my scrotum to make the skin more pliable. 

Returning from the bathroom she donned a fresh pair of sterile latex gloves, arranged a sterile plastic drape around my groin area and announced that she would be experimenting with needles rather than cannulas for delivering the saline, I have said many times in the past that I love being Mistresses lab-rat, ready to be experimented on, so naturally I agreed. Before I knew it two green needles were inserted into my ball sac, while the two bags of saline hanging on the IV stand began steadily dripping their contents and two short lengths of surgical tape held the needles where needed. Maggie had applied a tourniquet round my cock; from past experience, without the tourniquet, the saline not only fills the balls but also turns the whole area into a homogenous blob, just as effective at emasculating the subject as a mangina or sutures.

Maggie gave me the thumbs up to show she was very happy with the constant drip drip drip drip. We now had some time to wait for the balls to fill, a good excuse for Maggie to keep me in total isolation and the front cover of the hood was zipped shut and that was the last peek I managed of my fantastic Mistress. Although breathing was restricted, it was very comfortable in the hood and the thick latex allowed the merest cream glow to filter through.

As I lay there very content I knew that by the end I would be graced with super sized balls. Every now and then I heard the distinctive hiss of the aromas being pumped and took the cue to take a long slow intake of the relaxing elixir, typically Maggie would give me four or five pumps as I breathed in. This was quite a different aromas experience to the last session, where I was using a rebreather which served as a reservoir and I would recycle the aromas. Today with the nasal cannula, breathe out and it was gone and I was straight back to breathing the rubberised air inside the hood. I wasn't alone however, I was in excellent hands and in my imagination I had a view as clear as day of my Mistress and the last image I received through the eye perforations. 

When Mistress was not tending to the infusion, I received the most exquisite random touches to remind her slave that she was still in attendance. It might be across my chest then around my head and frequently round cock and balls and the final touch of total subjugation was allowing me to listen to some music through Maggie's headphones attached to her i-phone. I have no idea what was being played, but it suitably continued to arouse my whole libido.

A long time had passed before I felt the plastic drape being removed and Mistress was again fiddling with what used to be my ball sac, but I expect would be more resembling a stretched football bladder after being infused with 800mls of saline. Maggie wanted a little electric fun at my expense and stuck three pairs of adhesive electrodes around my new bladder-balls and set the boxes pulsating. That lasted a good few minutes but she wasn't satisfied with the levels of excitement being generated and decided that more needles would soon fix that! Maggie counted as she pushed them in; three needles per testicle, and when her applications were complete the needles were given a rousing electrical circuit of their own, making four estim circuits playing havoc with my swollen balls.

Mistress had covered all the items in her session plan but the down side was we had seriously over run. Removal of all hoods suits etc had to be done hastily and it was all over. It was a shame I couldn't help with the cleaning up and told Maggie so, but we ran out of time. I’d brought my knee length rubber shorts and put them on for the journey home, but this time I was leaking heavily and Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants that she keeps for such occasions. Those worked a treat and the moral of this story is that these are a must for anyone who has had this amount of saline.

As a footnote, when I got home, the effect of removing the tourniquet was now obvious and the saline had crept into all parts of my genital area. I am sure Maggie knows what an engorged cock and balls looks like and I am fairly sure it would illicit a smile or even that delightful laughter from those beautiful lips. Suffice is to say that the only safe way of having a pee was to sit down and hope it all goes down the pan.

I received exactly what had been stated but much much more. Thank you Mistress Maggie for another unique and very exciting session.

And finally, A Merry Christmas and a happy and pervy New Year, particularly to Maggie and John who have welcomed me into The Chambers 13 times in 2023. 

        🎄

Caution: This clip has audio 

Retribution

I am disappointed to have to admit to falling below the high standards that Mistress Maggie expects of her slaves and I paid the price for that slovenliness with several good thwacks from one of Mistresses stout canes. It also set the little grey cells whirling and the germ of a theory concerning when I am due to be chastised is starting to develop.

I know that over a period of time even the most dedicated of slaves commits misdemeanours and these have to be accounted for. The problem is that I can never tell when the misdemeanours accumulate to become a felony. (Apologies for the American terminology but the definitions fit exactly the problem). My theory starts at the notification email and in this case it contained no guidance, nothing, zip...

'I will leave your session content as a mystery …'

Mistress knows when I need a good caning but she is too considerate towards her slaves to worry them unnecessarily and so gives nothing away. My recent misdemeanours included failing to perform in a recent breath play scene involving a plastic bag, being late with posting a blog, poor formatting of said blog, taking Mistresses butt plug home up my bum etc… I certainly deserved the punishment and yes I would have been a little concerned if the calling mail had said your arse is going to receive a good caning tomorrow. Going forward I shall continue to monitor the theory, because in the future I will no doubt be due another punishment. Anyway, back to the content of the session.

Mistress greeted me into her Chambers wearing a black latex leotard that accentuated her rather nice bottom, the red corset and what can only be described as her handlebar hood with tasselled latex appendages. All this, together with black stockings hooked on to a good number of visible suspenders, made Mistress look incredibly inviting, yet there was still no reference made to the stinging arse I was about to receive. In the Playroom a little housekeeping was required to replace the existing heater with the more powerful one that we retrieved from the adjacent room. It was a rather chilly afternoon and Mistress instructed me to change into my red latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and still no inkling as to the beating that was forthcoming.

I should have guessed that Mistress had something extraordinary planned as I cleaned and worshipped those wonderful legs, because each time my butt came in range I received a splat with her cane rather than the normal paddling I’d  receive from a crop. I was also given a thwack when I couldn’t state how many studs I'd licked on each boot. I panicked with this unexpected question, said 5 and got another thwack. There are actually 7 studs per boot for future reference.

I was then to be turned into what looked like a wallflower, well if a slave with a red latex hood and a toilet collar zipped round his neck equates to a wallflower. Anyway, after having the ruff fixed I was to ease my way under the toilet box and lay squarely on the drip tray ready to take a welcome infusion of what I hoped would be Mistresses nectar. Mistress had already taken measures to prevent her toilet from leaking by pushing a butt plug into my rectal pipe. I didn’t have long to wait, as the lid opened and Mistresses private parts gradually blocked out the light from the room, but not before I was able to gauge what direction the refreshment would arrive. After a few adjustments, I was able to capture the stream fully in my eager open mouth. I don't think Mistress wants to drown her slaves in piss and regulated her flow to start and stop two or three times. Strangely after each interruption to the flow, the next stream required further adjustment. Mistress had warned me she was busting to relieve herself, so this slave gratefully provided that relief.

Oh boy, was I satiated when Mistress finished and given the added bonus of being sent back under the pan to slurp up the considerable pool that had found its way to the drip tray. After my welcome drink, I was sent to the bathroom to tidy myself up and remove the ruff. As an aside, because of the incredible flow and lack of capturing accurately, some pee had seeped into the hood and around to my ear. A quick easing of the hood soon had that problem resolved.

Returning from the Bathroom it was on to a new position, bum in the air so Mistress could apply electrodes, one to each bum cheek and set off the strangest feeling that set my butt a tingling. Ok, so now I was advised that it wasn’t the only stimulation my backside was to receive and it was at this point Maggie reminded me of all the felonies I had committed and I would receive appropriate restitution for each one.

I had the ignominy of actually volunteering to retrieve the horse that was to be used to support my portly frame. Once over the horse and positioned so Mistress could deliver good hefty swings, I was ready for my punishment. Not quite the individual intense pain I experienced during the nippling of the last session but cumulatively it bloody well stung. Strange that the sensation caused by the electrodes titillated and actually enhanced the sensations caused by the multiple cane strikes. A couple more for good luck and I was banned from saying 'but' as it becomes an excuse for poor performance. 'There are no buts in a slaves' vocabulary', she said. (Apart from the butt plug …). 

Mistress removed my own plug so it could be replaced with a small black vibrating bomb, once in she set it to one of its maximum vibrate settings. It certainly helped take my mind off my stinging arse and by clenching my buttock cheeks and hence the internal muscles I could alter the tone of the vibrator, which I’m certain was quite audible from outside the confines of my body. Lower the tone by clenching and relaxing raised the tone. With a bit of practice I am sure I could have played a tune, Trumpet Voluntary perhaps? After the deserved chastisement, I rather gingerly helped return the horse against the wall with the vibrator a constant reminder of its location.

When I returned, it was time for my red latex catsuit to be donned. I really cannot thank Mistress enough for helping me to chlorinate the suit, as I was able to slide into it with only the minimum amount of a talc. It was so so different from when I last struggled into it and cannot recommend too highly the advantages of chlorination for latex. Again, thank you Mistress. However, I suspect in the past Maggie did appreciate helping her slave to don the suit. A final piece of apparel in the form of the large corset was fastened as tightly as Mistress could manage and my arms secured to the waist eyes in the corset. I could move my arms but no more than to the horizontal although even that limited movement was to be further restricted soon enough.

We were going to repeat some of the breath play exercises that I had failed and thus incurred misdemeanours in the past. Mistress had disconnected the electrodes on my bum cheeks, but my vibrating little friend was purring away continuously inside my suit as I was invited to seat myself on the strict wooden bondage chair that was in place near the back wall. Now, without the comfortable cushion, the chair is a hard, unyielding structure with a hole in the middle.

I thought it wise to make sure the plug was positioned over the hole and sat back to be ‘entertained’ as Mistress selected a few lengths of black rope to use for suitably immobilising her slave. Sat pinioned I observed Mistresses preparation with a little trepidation and a lot of excitement. I suspected a little aromas might be deployed and I was not wrong, out came the virgin plastic bag and Maggie taped a small pad inside the bag, to act as a reservoir for her intended aromas delivery. This time I was sitting on a sorry caned bottom and was determined not to let Maggie down like I did last time. Resolved that I would remain quiet for as long as Maggie needed to keep me breathless, the bag was slowly tightened round my neck and I sat immobile trying to take very shallow breaths and no exertion to use what little remaining air I had left.

I was gasping a little but determined not to let my Mistress down again and fortunately Mistress gauged it just right to bring me out into the fresh Playroom air. I hadn’t struggled, I hadn’t complained, I didn’t die and best of all, I think Maggie was pleased with this performance. So much so that she repeated the exercise with a little more umph to the abdomen electrodes that had been set pulsing before the bagging. Yes, I had 3 estim circuits playing havoc with my genitals! I jerked a little, I humped a little but I didn’t beg for air and once again, I think Maggie was a little pleased with my efforts and progress in training.

After the plastic we moved on to a more sustainable breathing exercise by introduction of that wonderful inflatable hood. Again I sat quietly as Mistress removed my red head and zipped on the inflatable. As it was gradually inflated, I did manage a good view through the mask ventilation hole and with judicious movement of the head was able to get brief glimpses of what Mistress was doing until the adaptor was fitted… along with the aromas pump hose… and finishing with the rubber rebreather bag. I still received a little illumination through the opaque adaptor, but of course saw no details, although that all changed when the breathplay began.

During my extended period of oxygen deprivation, I did receive a lot of personal illumination about how I really would do anything for my owner, and quite a highlighted version at that, as the aromas were being pumped. The rebreather has that strange effect of allowing me to rebreathe some of the aromas rather than venting straight into the playroom and at least added a scent to my bag of stale air, so all in all a very illuminating part of another excellent session, apart from my stinging arse of course.

Speaking of my arse, I was still trying to play a tune with the clenching and releasing of muscles while the vibrator was constantly buzzing away on full, but these buttock clenches must have moved the switch over something hard and the vibrations stopped. I told Mistress and we thought it was the batteries although the tests afterwards suggested there was plenty of power remaining. I will ask Mistress if I can investigate the remote control as it may be that that has no battery life left.

After two or three breaks for real Playroom air when the adaptor and rebreather was removed, the session gradually eased to its natural conclusion and Mistress released me from my bonds, removed all the electrics that had gravitated to my groin area and I was once more free. Well not exactly. I am never free when in the Chambers. I am owned by my Mistress and always subject to whatever whim or fancy is in Maggie's mind, after all, I have promised to willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question and this time I remembered to remove that butt plug which was, by then a very comfortable addition to my wellbeing.

Thank you Mistress.

Caution: This 2:03min inflatable breathplay with estim clip has audio

All White Now!

Apologies for paraphrasing that great hit by Free when choosing the title for this blog. Speaking of Free, that was the last thing possible for the most part of my training today, but I will return to that theme later.

Returning from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves I was a little confused when Mistress Maggie suggested I was a little underdressed. It may be that she wants me to wear more latex at the start of the session because I know Maggie is partial to that lovely material, but more probably as oft happens, it was her excuse for wrapping me up in a few more latex layers. Anyway, I will ask next time if Maggie wishes me to arrive in full latex, I am sure that can be arranged. 

Mistress was seated on her wooden throne in a black and white nurse ensemble, latex of course, topped off with a smooth latex full faced hood, she held out her boot ready for my worship and sported a riding crop that I would be chastised with if I failed to impress. On my knees I got down to the business of worshipping those lovely legs and ankle boots, fortunately without any lasting crop marks.

Mistress then helped me into my heavyweight latex work suit. I couldn’t be considered underdressed now…  or could I?

I was then granted a rare and delightful opportunity to act as masseur to Mistresses feet and legs. Maggie made herself comfortable on the rubber bed and I was sent off to the bathroom to return with a pot of foot balm. Very carefully, I removed both of her boots before rolling her latex leggings up to just below her knees, I very gently massaged, doing my best to listen to instructions and tend to Maggie’s needs. Maggie said that her feet and calves were feeling very much in need of a massage and I loved being able to provide a little physical relief, as well as being able to admire her two slim and very attractive ankles at close quarters.

I was able to spend almost 20 minutes luxuriating in the honour of being trusted not to harm Mistress. I then had to concentrate on getting her socks and boots back on, aligning them at the right orientation; socks and then boots placed precisely with the lie of Maggie’s leg and gently easing them home. I do love it when Mistress grants me such great responsibility with her limbs and today we were accompanied by some soothing music, loud enough to be relaxing but not too loud to irritate.

Maggie outlined that she intended to transform her slave into a facsimile of an Egyptian mummy. White shrink wrap plastic would be used followed by white duct tape. All in all I would be all white now!  Already being in my black latex working suit, you can probably guess that things will get a little warm once completely wrapped, in fact I may well become one red hot mummy today. Maggie opened up all the strategically placed zips on my latex catsuit, most ominously the nipple zips, which she made sure were yanked wide open. It had been a while since Mistress had given my nips any loving attention and I thought today was the day she’d be rectifying that sad situation, especially as she had mentioned something about recently investing in some new nipple toys.

Before my white wrapping could get started I had the pleasure of having a set of electric Kegel balls inserted way up my well-greased bum, and I am ashamed to say I didn’t alert Mistress to the fact that there were no wires attached, and once dressed as a mummy there would be no way to retrofit them. The problem was only noticed later in the session and I am sorry Mistress for this oversight. No doubt there will be a time of reckoning.

Mummification commenced and I was thoroughly wrapped from the foam neck brace that Maggie kindly attached to make the neckline more aesthetic, down to just below cock and balls, or at least the opening in the suit where they would be extracted later no doubt. Arms restricted, there was no way to get free, even if I had any inclination to escape. Now I knew my nipples were going to receive attention as telling me to sit down Mistress used a pair of safety scissors to carefully open two prefect circles around my areola. Armed with her rolls of tape and clingfilm Maggie had me waddle along behind her and we made our way to the Clinic, by this time, Maggie had a rope tether attached to her mummy as a safety measure.

Walking was fine after a fashion, which is more than can be said about arranging myself on the awaiting couch. I couldn’t really bend or balance in a sitting position so I just trusted in Mistress and gravity. Mistress guided and steadied me and I let gravity do the rest. I ended up precisely where I needed to be; seated in the middle of the rubber covered couch. Fortunately the plastic wrap made it very easy for Mistress to swivel me into position.

I helped Maggie to complete her desired mummification by lifting my legs to allow the wrapping and tape strapping between my groin and toes to be completed. Just before Maggie made me blind with a white hood, she produced a diagram of what she was hoping to achieve with the mummification. It was a fine sketch showing me, the mummy. The duct tape strapping was at least diagonal up and down the body and that was all I could honestly say. I was certainly not underdressed in all my white bondage. All I knew was I felt snug and was definitely not free. The white hood also felt snug, soft and very comfortable, it had no openings other than two nose holes allowing easy breathing, and there the freedom ended.

Mistress applied a pair of suction cups to my nipples to pump them up and prepare them for the increased sensations to be expected from her new nipple stretchers. Forever kind and thoughtful Maggie granted me a few good puffs of aromas delivered from her halothane set up, with Mistress using a face mask strategically placed over the holes in the white hood. I relaxed when Mistress mentioned that the nipple pumps were intended to get my nipples ‘in the mood’.

Not quite ready for the final act of nipple nurturing, Mistress cut a hole in my groin area to allow extraction of my small cock and balls. This object needed some encouragement to grow sufficiently to allow the use of Maggie’s cock bondage board, and for the first time Maggie deployed a vacuum pump to my cock. I must say that was a most pleasant experience that I hope might be repeated at a future date. The pumping seemed to work as Maggie set to work securing my cock and balls to the board. I thought it a nice touch and very thoughtful when Maggie whispered that she would use a bandage to bind it, consistent with the mummy wrapping theme.

Nipples were definitely in Maggie’s sights as she now applied suckers to them which sucked and stimmed at the same time. I must say with all that treatment my nips were definitely becoming more sensitive and ready for the guinea pig ordeal that I thought was about to come.

More relief and relaxation was administered each time the anaesthesia mask was placed over my nose holes and I was as ready as I would ever be. A couple of further mood inhalations were used to ensure I was right in the zone for the stretchers. A rebreather bag had been applied to my controlled breathing arrangement and I spent some time relaxing my breathing, and when the bag wasn’t gently rising and falling the white hood achieved almost the same effect, as that too gently rose and fell with each breath. To top off the excitement, or perhaps it should be bottom out my feelings, some form of sound was gently inserted in my already constricted cock. I was ready.

The Twitter photo that Mistress had posted certainly didn’t match the actual method for deploying the nipple stretchers. I thought from the image that the nipple stretchers were actually clamps squeezed onto the nipple. No. Maggie removed the electrics and suction cups and told me to get ready for a small prick! 

That small prick turned out to be a flash of searing pain as a huge needle was passed through the right nipple. After a deep breath and another aromas boost I was able to work through the pain, knowing it was what my Mistress wanted and the pain soon subsided into a manageable ache. I was quite pleased that the experience had only elicited a small gasp from myself and my tortured nipple. The only problem was I needed to endure it all again with the left nipple. Fortunately, I now knew the level of pain associated with the needle and was better able to cope with that moment of insertion. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the right one!

There I was, completely blinded with the white hood and a constant ache in the nipples, with quite a strain on cock and balls from the bandage and the sound and I realised I was loving every minute. Heedful of the sound of Mistresses thrilled muffled laughter as she turned the screws that stretched the nipples just a little more, and then a little more… until they were raised up like pointed pyramids. As a final privilege, Maggie made sure my nipples had a little something extra added and what more stimulating than e-stim through the needles. I must be mad to enjoy this. 

Maggie whispered that I was a good slave to go through this to please my Mistress and with all the excitement the inevitable happened down below, and I embarrassed myself again. 

When Maggie came to removing the needles it was a breeze, hardly anything more that slight discomfort in each nipple and one little spot of blood, we were then heading for the end of another fantastic session. As Mistress carefully cut away the plastic to once more reveal my latex under suit I had a big smile on my face, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. She was happy with how her new toys had performed and how I had handled them and declared them a success. 

One final amusing event happened on the way home when I realised that I was still wearing the Kegel balls. They had become such a fixture that I never realised I was walking out with them up my bum. I let Maggie know when I got home and returned them, fully washed and sterilised, a couple of days later. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to complete our 223rd session and I left a very, very happy slave eager for more attention from Mistress Maggie.

Warning: This 1:39 min mummification & nipple torment clip has audio.

My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

Caution: This 02:17min clip has audio.

In Memoriam; RIP QEII

Exactly one year ago Queen Elizabeth II died at the ripe old age of 96. Both Mistress Maggie and I had only ever known the queen as our monarch and we allowed a little nostalgia about this subject, and that was the end of any melancholy. The remainder of our session was nothing short of magnificent.

Mistress left no doubt as to what her session plans might include by greeting me in her piss pants, the remainder of her tasty ensemble included a red bra and hood and who wouldn’t be uplifted by such a beautiful vision, and not for the last time during this session I was really tempted to lean forward and gently kiss those wonderful orbs as I followed Mistress up to the Playroom. I am too well trained and like I have done on so many occasions, I once more resisted that almost overwhelming urge.


I had promised to demonstrate a selfie stick that might be of use to Maggie for capturing sessions. After a short demo and a thoughtful ‘we’ll see’ from Maggie we moved forward in the session.

By the time I returned from the bathroom in my red latex gloves and socks, I was ready and really eager to undertake my first duty of cleaning, licking and kissing all the way up and down both of Mistresses thigh length boots. I could almost feel the heat behind Maggie’s bulbous piss pants and I tried to surreptitiously nuzzle the top of my head in that most intimate place. I didn’t overdo this as every now and then, to accompany my ministrations, Mistress brought her crop down with a loud crack, generally to my buttock, but my cock and balls were also being used as a target if they came within range.


Next I was to be stuffed with anal beads. The Horse was brought out and I used my new found discovery of how to position myself on it, so as to make my bumhole even more accessible, by hoisting my buttocks over the end of the horse and leaning forward. (See last blog for the more open position).

My trusty red butt plug went in very easily but Mistress had mischievously placed two strings of anal beads just in my eye line. The first one was relatively small and the second not small at all. I love Mistresses sense of theatre as she toyed with both sets and chose, of course, the large string of balls for stuffing me up like a packhorse! The beads left me feeling very full and despite their size I felt no discomfort whatsoever as each of the 4 balls in turn disappeared away from the glare of the Playroom lights, leaving an amusing tail about 10cm sticking out of my bum.

Dressing in my red catsuit was a bit of a struggle and needed plenty of talc and time to get it on. We both agreed that it would be useful to have the garment chlorinated as soon as possible, but once it was tidily and tightly on my body and zipped up I felt absolutely fantastic. My tail was hidden neatly inside the suit and once I’d had a hood fitted I was head to toe in lovely red latex.

Mistress retrieved a long orange rope before easing down the crotch zip to expose my balls. With a very well-practised movement she had my cock and balls strung up sufficiently tight for me to know that it wouldn’t slip off; a quick tug on her rope proved the point, in fact any more of a tug and my cock and balls would be coming off with the rope still attached. 


This rope produced one of the best cock harnesses that I have had the privilege to be attached to. With her packhorse loaded with rubber balls and tethered on the long rope she led it towards the mysteries awaiting in her Clinic. One tug and I was urged to follow her and her beautiful derriere, but - ‘Hey, not so close slave. Follow with a bit of distance’, she instructed. I didn’t say so, but I’m guessing she just wanted more room to yank my bollocks, nevertheless I was quickly realising that a quick tug on the rope could prove most ‘interesting’. Either deliberately or accidentally and I suspect the former, Maggie instructed me to return to the Playroom to retrieve her glass of water. The rope was long enough for her to hold the reins while I completed the trip and I half expected a quick yank for me to return.

I guessed it most unlikely that once I retrieved the glass that she would tug the rope, because to do so may have me dropping the glass. On reflection I think that may well have been an option if Mistress was in her mischievous mood, but then again, she was equally mischievous to keep me on tenterhooks.

On my return the water was quickly devoured and I was told I had a little more boot cleaning to perform before we go any further, because of the talc that had floated onto them when I’d donned my catsuit. The dust was soon dealt with and I was invited to sit on the couch and recline into a most comfortable position for my re-hydration.


Sitting unrestrained and very happy I was ready to receive the first of two infusions of Mistresses piss, but I had to wait a few more seconds as Maggie asked if I preferred to suck on an open tube or a tube with a mouthpiece. I requested the mouthpiece because it fits comfortably in the mouth giving you something to grip onto so as to avoid the tube popping out in mid flow, it also allows for a very satisfactory suck for the piss delivery. Anyway, I was finally allowed to drink the fresh warm contents from Mistresses pants and it was delightful. It shows how far my training has progressed, because my rehydration preference is now ALWAYS for Maggie’s pee rather than water or other liquid offerings. Contrary to the well known metaphorical phrase, Mistress has a horse that she can lead to water and guarantee that it will drink! I remember going to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and Maggie producing a bottle of pee for me to consume… sorry I digress.


I eagerly consumed every last drop and then a second helping was dispensed from a drink carton that Maggie brought in from another room. Maggie announced that the contents were yesterday’s pee and that I was to consume that as well. I did via the same delivery route and was able to finish the small amount left in the carton at the end of the session. Well I did mention that quenching thirst was now primarily a nectar drinking pleasure. It also demonstrates how thoughtful my owner can be.

After having thoroughly quenched my thirst Maggie decided to help me lose some of the fluids via my sweat glands and I was strapped into her inflatable straitjacket.

Pumped up and strapped down to the couch I was to model a very tight ball gag. By now, Mistress knows many of my little ‘secret’ tricks for making a slaves life a little easier and tightened the gag straps so I couldn’t ease it out of my mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly effective at staying in and keeping me quiet but it didn’t prevent Mistress planting three of the most delightful kisses fairly and squarely on the ball of the gag. With that incentive I think I would have happily worn the gag for as long as Maggie wanted me to. (Another of those comments I might ‘benefit’ from in future sessions.)


Finally I was relieved of the orange rope tether from around my cock and balls, and to tell the truth I was a little disappointed to feel the tight embrace gradually loosened, but not for long as Mistress had a plan. She coaxed my balls into a series of tight rubber bands, five I think and a couple more for good measure round the base of my cock. That was only the start of Mistresses pleasure, she also had plans to shock my abdominal region with a simple urethral electrode linked to a chunky electroplay loop around my penis. That was interesting, and normally Maggie would allow me some intoxicating aromas via the aroma pump hose, but not today. Strangely I felt happy without the infusion of aromas. I suppose, once again, it is as a result of the excellent training I have received as I just long for whatever Maggie decides that she wants to do with her slave.


The final act of our session involved two almost identical GP5 gas masks. I say almost identical as one was definitely much smaller than the other. I know Mistress likes to occasionally join in with breath play games and after 221 sessions I have learned one or two of my Mistresses preferences. The couch straps were undone now but I was still confined in the pumped up straitjacket, Maggie told me to shuffle over to one side so she could sit next to me. The masks were joined with a couple of hoses and a 5lt rebreather bag attached to the central connector. 

The gas masks went on, me first and then Maggie, we were then breathing the same air through the rebreather. Mistress did manage 10 minutes in the joint breathing before opting to ease herself out. It was probably my training that allowed me to rebreathe with little adverse effects, I have experienced so many rebreathing sessions with Maggie’s guidance over the years that have obviously paid off and I could have carried on quite a while longer. In any event it was wonderful to be that close to Mistress and for her to allow me to share her air. Perhaps a tap on my side of the arrangement may allow Mistress to take proportionally more air than her slave? 


And then, the session had reached its natural conclusion. Well almost. As we were getting out of our hot sticky clothes I was able to help Mistress out of her latex and the sight that presented me almost made me forget my training. Maggie was leaning forward in all her natural glory. There in front of me were a perfect pair of bottom cheeks. I plucked up courage to mention the vision and she appeared to agree for me to actually kiss each cheek. I wasn’t 100% sure of the instruction so I restrained my urge and gently stroked each globe in turn. 


Any regrets? Only Carpe Diem and all that, but my training has been thorough and I try not to overstep the mark unless I am certain that Mistress Maggie has actually sanctioned my move.


Thank you Mistress for another excellent experience and your training has been thorough and effective but there is still more mileage to travel before you consider me your ‘acceptable’ slave. 

Warning: This 01:36min breathplay clip has audio

Disappointed

For the avoidance of any ambiguity with the title of this blog, I can honestly say I have NEVER been disappointed with any of the sessions that Mistress Maggie has so kindly allowed me to experience. In fact, I would go so far as to say that every one of my sessions has been pure enjoyment, possibly with the exception of the odd painful episode, electrocutions, mangina, cbnt etc, but those are exactly what I signed up for and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

So why disappointment for the title? Well I know today that I failed to perform to the highest levels that I have achieved in the past, and I learned in the session debrief that parts of the session that Mistress Maggie would reliably find very satisfying ended up being disappointing for her. That in turn has led to my disappointment in failing to reach the previous attainment levels.

I will return to this later in the blog but for now I will start with the calling email - 

‘…  Pack your kit bag with black t-shirt and shorts, socks and gloves, plus your butt plug just in case!

Your rubber Mistress will be giving you a lesson in how size matters before wrapping up with a theme that will almost feel like a party.’

It was unusual for Mistress to instruct me to bring shorts and tee-shirt and now my brain was in a fuddle as the mail was so nebulous that we could be enjoying anything and everything, so I arrived with my imagination running riot.

I was greeted by my Mistress in her tight black latex body suit, leopard print latex gloves, with those beautiful legs adorned with a pair of glossy latex stockings and low heeled black knee boots that produced an amazing squeak each time she moved. (That squeak proved most useful in echo locating my Mistress as she moved around behind me.) I have already described the mesmeric effect that glorious derriere has on me, and once again I followed Mistress to the Playroom as closely as I dare, intrigued by the future enjoyment.

Boot worship was divine as usual and Mistress outlined that the session would be in three parts, the first involved me dressed in tee-shirt and shorts with an exquisite latex hood. The horse was manoeuvred out of its resting place and I was handed the anaesthesia mask with the aromas delivery hose attached and told to mount the horse and prepare to have my holes opened. As an aside, I was able to get into a much more open position by moving along the bench lifting my legs off the floor and using that width of the horse to spread my butt. It also had the advantage of my head being off the other end of the horse and allowing easy aroma delivery.

It is an old adage that the size of what will fit in your mouth will fit up your bum and Maggie wasted no time in testing out the theory, sticking the first of three dildos into my mouth. Well that seemed to work as Mistress inserted it into her harness and after suitable lubrication slowly wriggled it into my other end. I think she whispered something about needing to exercise my anus before it healed itself up. Well, that first mounting with a generous helping of long thrusts certainly blew away a few cobwebs. The second larger dildo received a similar introduction to mouth then rear, and by this time I was thoroughly enjoying being f***ed by my owner and having the freedom to self-administer the aromas.

Now her third dildo was huge, or at least it appeared huge as Mistress used my mouth once again to check the girth of the flag pole that was about to go up my bottom. It did go in my mouth, but had it been food I’d still be trying to swallow it! Similarly, it was a tight fit up my bum despite me just having another reasonably big monster up there, Maggie wasn’t too concerned, she put it aside and moved onto the final plug; the electro-dildo!

Needless to say, this plug was administered by hand and was not tested for size in my mouth. A conductive pad was place adjacent to my scrotum and the sensations achieved when the power was turned on was… stimulating to the extent that I had to alert Maggie that much more of this treat would result in a sudden, uncontrolled explosion. At which point Maggie abruptly stopped, leaving me a little frustrated but relieved to have averted premature ejaculation.

Time for part 2 of three of this wonderful experience; breathplay. I was really relieved because it had been a while since Mistress had seen fit to really take my breath away and the lack of practice showed. First of all I was to be squeezed into the tightest of tight latex sacks. This sack started life with only a neck opening and when we first looked at it many months ago, we both said in unison that a great lump like me would never fit in the neck opening. Since then Mistress has given it a full length rear zip. Now that was a fantastic modification. Arms by sides, step in, legs together and Maggie slowly zipped me inside which leaves the wearer looking like a skittle, totally encased from neck downwards in slinky tight black latex rubber and totally helpless. You do need to be careful because it is difficult to maintain balance while so tightly encased.

My lack of balance didn’t last long, as Maggie placed the playroom chair immediately behind me and helped me to lower myself into a comfortable sitting position where two long lengths of hemp finished the job by tying her plaything to the chair. Mistress stood back to appreciate her bondage work before advancing towards me and smothering me with her breasts. Underneath her warm boobs I had to contort my face to allow sufficient air to get round those superb and nearly airtight breasts that had been dextrously applied across my mouth and nose. Being so close to Mistress and being almost unable to breathe was like being in heaven. Smothering by breasts has definitely hit the spot when it comes to getting back into breath play.

Alas, the next part of the breath play was where I really flunked out and disappointed Mistress. I'm a bit of a glutton when it comes to aromas and Mistress had spent some time modifying a plastic bag to allow a cannula pipe through, so I would be able to enjoy aromas along with some suffocation. The cannula was rested under my nostrils and secured in place with two pieces of tape. All was set; aromas were being delivered via the cannula pump as they should be and Maggie sealed my head inside the plastic. All OK so far. But I think I was expecting at least an adequate air supply as I had overlooked the fact that Maggie would be using her plastic bag for asphyxiation, not restricted breathing.

Unlike my first ever session with Maggie, where I was strung up for my first serious bagging experience and had managed to suck up all the available air, much of the plastic and could not wait for another go at breathlessness, I panicked this time and in no time at all I was begging for air.

Of course Mistress granted my request, but I knew that Mistress was disappointed with my total lack of commitment to this, one of her more enjoyable phases of my training. The post session inquest suggested that I'd let Maggie down and that I really had under performed in today's breathplay stakes. I must apologise to my Mistress for this disappointment and I think I need a lot more practice to return my performance to acceptable levels.

After the all too brief a spell of breath play Mistress moved on to the final third of her planned activities, and I am fortunate that she doesn’t hold a grudge because a slave performs badly. I think I even detected a little smile as I jiggled with the nettles and received in return a good dose of hot wax. First of all I was to strip off all my latex and assist with laying out the maroon PVC sheet below the overhead. 

I was still standing in my birthday suit when Maggie began wrapping me in shrink wrap, I held the end of the roll to give Maggie a good start in covering my upper torso. A good tight wrap that soon had me enveloped from crotch to neck with anything above that line now covered by a latex hood. Bearing in mind I could not move my arms at all, it was a little cumbersome getting onto the PVC sheet. I could sag onto the side of the bed and managed to lay down in a most ungainly fashion, but of course I was facing the wrong direction. More excellent planning by Maggie as it was a relatively easy task to use the PVC sheet to slide me through 180 degrees so that my legs could be raised above the bed to a pair of waiting ankle stirrups, that in turn were attached to the overhead gantry, exactly where Maggie wanted me for her forthcoming amusement.

A few good hefty pulls by Mistress had me suspended by my ankles with only my neck and shoulders resting on the floor. I still had no idea where this part of the adventure was taking us; Maggie of course knew exactly where she wanted her slave as she quickly and efficiently wrapped the lower part of my torso. It was actually quite comfortable but I couldn’t move my head to see what was going on in the rest of The Playroom.

However I did get the sense of Mistresses movements, because each time she was preparing a surprise her boots emitted their endearing ‘squeak, squeak’. So I wasn’t surprised when Maggie appeared at the end of the raised gantry and started attaching several pieces of light rope, until there were three cords dangling in strategic positions from the overhead. What did surprise me and I must say concerned me a little were the three holes Maggie created in her perfect clingfilm wrapping; one for each nipple and one at my groin.

What concerned me even more were the two candles that were attached to the dangling cords, followed by a silver wrapped nettle. Ah, I thought I had got away with that pleasure this year. I shouldn’t mention this but I have grown accustomed to and even like the tingling of the nettles. Being the end of summer it was a mature sprig that doesn’t sting quite as much, but I began moving my hips to get a better connection with her hanging bunch of nettles. That action stopped the moment Mistress lit both ends of each candle. Each time I twitched my hips to get a better contact, the dangling candles gyrated and I was showered predominantly across my nipples, by hot wax. Not too hot to burn but hot enough to excite. I found myself in somewhat of a predicament. Do I nettle my nuts, warm my nipples or what? I believe Mistress refers to this as predicament bondage. Well I took the only option open to me. Excite my cock and balls, suffer the hot wax treatment and listen to Mistress laughing.

In the end, I gave up all control, bucked my hips, splashed my nipples and thoroughly enjoyed the various erotic sensations. This part of the session only ended when Mistress detected the smell of burning string and thought it wise to extinguish the candles. Not wishing to waste the situation Mistress straddled my face and we had another bout of far more successful breath play as I was smothered beneath her delicious bottom. ‘Oops, I’ve forgotten to do something’, she said before quickly disappearing from the room. When she returned I could hear the rustle of thick plastic above me. Maggie came back in sight and she had donned her shiny clear plastic pants and promptly mounted my face once more for a final, plastic, breathless finale.

I did notice when we were quickly tidying up at the end of another exciting session that wax had splashed all over the PVC sheet, fortunately without leaving a mark on the carpet. I also got the impression that Mistress Maggie was pleased with this final part and complemented her slave that I had lasted so long and taken so much waxing and nettling.

As I said at the start, I had another thoroughly enjoyable session but I am not happy that I had cause to disappoint my Mistress. Perhaps more practice will bring me back to previous performance levels. Sorry Mistress for disappointing you but a big thank you as I thoroughly enjoyed yet another wonderful experience. With hindsight the calling e-mail makes complete sense and was accurate as to session content. Isn't hindsight a wonderful gift?

Caution: This 1:33s bagging breathplay clip has audio.