Do Pigs have Orgasms?

I have found this blog the most difficult to pen in all my 11 years of enjoyable training with Mistress Maggie and hence why it has taken more than a month for me to start the writing. As a result the narrative may be shorter than I would like and some of the finer details a little lost in the mists of time. This was the main reason why I started the blogs, in order to act as my memories, and I am disappointed with myself for this delay.

The problem was not that of session content, as always that was exemplary and Mistress was superb in her imagination and ingenuity, nor was the problem with anything but my own sub-space. The session was likely to be the last for a long, long time due to Mistress needing essential medical maintenance on one of those beautiful legs. This enforced abstinence made me realise that it would be a while before I could once more serve and this did my head in. However, that off my chest, the words are starting to flow and I must write what I can remember of the session.

I didn’t arrive empty handed, instead I brought a bunch of flowers for Mistress, purely because she likes them and deserves them, and I was greeted with Mistress superbly turned out in her black sleeveless latex top with gloves past her elbows, a black peplum skirt and nice tight belt pinching her waist in, she took a big sniff on the flowers, accepted them with a ‘thank you slave’ and I was ushered into the Chambers. I was pleased Mistress had chosen a nice pair of black lace up boots because they offered both a large area for some serious worship and they looked like they would not irritate her poorly legs. I was excited too that Maggie had asked me to bring my new red latex catsuit and accessories and as I found out later the new suit would be receiving a suitable christening.

Encouraged by Mistresses feathered riding crop which teasingly provided me with either a slap or a tickle, I set about my worship. My boot cleaning duties were far more extensive than the previous session where Mistress had insisted that I ‘washed’ her shoes. This act of complete abdication of any authority to Mistress always gets me in the correct mindset or sub space to be fully compliant with any and all of Mistresses desires and it worked. Conscious that I really did not want Maggie to put too much strain on her legs, I was eager to move the Playroom horse to an appropriately close location so that Mistress could easily bend me over and insert my trusty red plug in its soon to be red latex covered arse. 

Although the suit has not been chlorinated, with a good coating of talc and ankle and wrists zips opened, I slid easily into my red rubber cocoon. I’d ordered it in a slightly larger size because it is made of thicker latex and the fit was perfect. Zips closed and I was happily ready once more to become Mistresses rubber plaything. Maggie being that wonderfully mischievous character that she is, insisted on trying all the other zips. The nipple zips have twin sliders which we hadn’t previously noticed, which allows a nipple to be captured between two zipper sliders should nipple play be on the menu. Fortunately not today.

The main zip has 5 fasteners to allow considerable flexibility in their positioning, Maggie soon had them adjusted so that she had my cock and balls exposed yet still have the butt plug secured inside with easy access for later. I was granted a few whiffs of aromas straight from the bottle, then a simple, tight rope tie had my cock and balls secured. A quick pull to tighten the rope just to the extent of being most arousing and they were zipped back inside my suit. Oh well, perhaps they may be granted more attention later in the session.

Ah, I had been hoping that Mistress might experiment on me with her new hood. She had documented the Pig hood on her Twitter feed and it looked incredibly interesting. No eye holes and only a small, single hole in the middle of the snout for breathing. It is a superb hood to wear with it being a good thick latex and laces up tightly and locked, yes locked in place. I could just wiggle my snout and get a feint view of what was happening in the small pinhole view of The Playroom, but that was soon blanked off when Maggie secured a tight head harness ready for attaching her pig slave to the rafters. 

I was sat on the Playroom’s folding chair and chained to it, meanwhile the head harness was also raised on chains leaving my head securely clamped onto the ceiling ring. There I was, like any good pig, strapped to the ceiling waiting my fate and for good measure, my front trotters were secured to my neck with a wrist binder. Now that was VERY effective and you will see why in the attached pictures. 

Mistress, pleased with the overall effect of the pig head said she wanted to do a few experiments on her guinea pig to see how far she could develop the potential of the hood. Well, what could I do? Being a Guinea pig with a snout hood on it seemed appropriate to respond my acceptance with an oink oink! Maggie found that amusing and when she started laughing it got me oinking more.

The first test had Mistress attempting to administer intoxicating aromas into the new hood. Using a long cotton bud soaked in the heady perfume she could send the aromas in via the hood’s small hole. That experiment worked to a limited extent within the confines of that single small hole. 

The second was a spot of suffocation by blocking the hole and I found that hard to manage. To be honest I wasn’t expecting it and the reservoir of air inside the snout is very limited. It didn’t take Maggie long to realise that she had better hoods in her arsenal to suffocate me with!

Now for the next experiment, Maggie wanted to see if pigs had orgasms and how they compared to humans when it comes to such matters. With my cock and balls still tightly tied and bunched up inside my latex suit I was left with one of Maggie’s vibrators strapped to my crotch and wildly getting on with it’s business. We soon found out the results of that experiment. The vibrations were relentless and I now realised the purpose of the tight cock and ball binding, compounded by very sensual stroking by Mistress of her rubber pig it led to the inevitable conclusion. Yes pigs do have orgasms!

This was not going to be my last memories as Maggie had a comprehensive Act II planned. Having been released from the chair I was ordered to the floor with my ass exposed and an inflatable bung was inserted between my buttocks and, yes of course, Maggie gave it several pumps to seal it in its new temporary home. A jug of Maggie’s pee that she had produced earlier was retrieved and piped into me using her Higginson pump, I could feel her pee as it found it’s way through the butt plug into my colon and was sealed in place with a suitable bung. Aware that a loose bung can be prone to leakage, a few more pumps ensured there was a good, tight fit between plug and bum leaving me feeling well and truly stuffed.

I helped Mistress to lay out the thick red PVC sheet across the floor and eagerly accepted the system mask and gag ready for what I assumed would be more piss play. I was not wrong, but Maggie decided not to keep the gag in place as this would interfere with hers (and my) pleasure. A little more detail emerged for Act II as I was instructed to climb inside an extremely large plastic bag, once inside I was advised that Mistress had a full bladder and intended to share the contents with a very willing recipient. What I hadn’t anticipated was the sheer volume of fluid that Maggie would gift in my direction.

The first part to go with the flow was my now exposed cock and balls that I had messed up earlier. There was something most soothing and quite erotic to have a beautiful woman simply piss on your privates. Next to receive attention was my mouth and head. I was able to consume quite a few squirts but inevitable pee seeped inside the mask and I was drenched. The final act of complete submission on my part was enjoying the remainder of Maggie’s bladder contents, liberally directed over the rest of my body. I was very awash with the luxurious liquid and loving every minute of the feeling that Maggie had permitted me to experience.

Not quite finished yet. Maggie drew the plastic bag over my head to make sure her slave was well and truly covered in her nectar and even allowed me a short time of breath play as she massaged the plastic over my hooded head. The final act had Maggie wrapping me up like a sausage roll in the red PVC, where she could sit astride her charge and massage my lower abdomen with those wonderful legs and thighs.

On this occasion, because I was covered in Maggie’s piss, we agreed that a bath wouldn’t go amiss before I donned my vanilla coverings. That in itself was a truly marvellous experience, to have your Mistress bathe and shower her slave until I was clean and piss free!

I started by mentioning that I was having difficulty with sub-space. Having now penned this blog, re-lived all the fantastic memories and had time to really think about Mistress Maggie, I am now ready to be back in harness, serving the most fantastic person a rubber slave could ever want. I will wait though until Maggie feels ready to accept her slave back in training but I am now in a much sub-spacier frame of mind!

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