Silver Top

The title has absolutely nothing to do with the full fat milk popular on many doorsteps. Well, I suppose there is a tenuous link with the full and fat description, both of which have been used to describe this ageing rubber pervert. I don't mind because I am both, but enough of this self-deprecation.

I had absolutely no concept about the exciting adventure that we were about to embark on, as Mistress Maggie had given absolutely nothing away in the calling mail. All that Mistress said was ‘See you tomorrow for more rubber fun.’ The start was exactly as this slave has learnt to expect; a beautiful Mistress welcoming me into her rooms of wonderment, this time clad in her gold latex catsuit, peaked military hat and shiny black patent boots which came well up her thighs. 

I was pleased on two counts. Firstly I was delighted that Maggie felt sufficiently comfortable to wear a catsuit after her operation, and secondly the length of the boots was most enticing and as you might expect, just the sight of them lets me know my place, and also a great tease to this rubber slave.


I think Mistresses military hat must have gone to her head, because she seemed to get perverse pleasure in cropping my backside as I cuddled, kissed and licked both boots. I was happy as I will do anything to help make my Mistress happier.


Back to the Silver Top title. At the start of the week I had been idly flicking through videos on the internet under the general heading of tape mummification, looking for something I’d like myself and to suggest as a possible scene for a future session. One particular example really caught my attention and dare I say it, produced quite a stir in my little cock. 

The scene that unfolded involved a young lady sitting relaxed at a table and agreeing to her partner making several modifications to her head. First off was a fabric gag that filled her mouth before having tape over her mouth to keep it firmly in place. Two small pieces of tape across eyelids kept them shut. Once completed, a quick wrap of cling film created the perfect base for a complete head taping with shiny black tape; a very neat mummification by the way. Not content with this, her partner after thoroughly smoothing the black tape fitted a tight-fitting black latex hood with nose holes only, and finished the head wrap with a black leather posture collar. As I said, this really turned me on with the thought that under the rubber was a comprehensive tape covering… 

Well, I sent off the link to Maggie with a suggestion that she may wish to consider this as part of a session. I don’t like suggesting this type of scenario as I prefer Mistress to do whatever she wishes, but on the other hand, Mistress does like to keep on top of what’s floating her slaves’ boat and has been known to admonish me for not making any suggestions.


When I suggested the scenario, I’d hinted that Mistress could do anything she wanted to her blind, deaf and dumb slave, I would be compliant and totally at her mercy. As it turned out my hint could not have been further from the truth…  

A lead was snapped on and I was led away to the Clinic with no idea of what intentions Maggie had for me. My imagination was running away with me now, visions of the young lady in the video were vivid, how erotic she looked and how strange I must look in my silver top. Hearing was difficult for me now, so relying on being pushed and pulled in whichever direction Maggie wanted me to go was my only option.

With guidance I was manoeuvred on to the couch with my legs secured high in the stirrups and the motorised couch was slowly sending me into a reclining position. When a gloved hand began to lubricate my back passage it was fair to believe that I would be taking a pegging. Of course I could not see, but Mistress was already positioned ready to invade me and the tip of her gold strap-on was now teasing my hole.

If you examine the picture of the silver head, you might see that a problem may be developing. The wrap across the bridge of the nose was perfectly all right when I was vertical, but as the couch moved towards the horizontal I found it increasingly difficult to breathe out. Breathing in was fine, but a flap in the back of my nose had closed and I couldn’t breathe out from my nose, meanwhile my thoroughly stuffed and taped up mouth prevented exhalation that way too. Articulating my distress through hand signals and grunts had Mistress produce her safety scissors and she began hacking away at the wrapping around my airways, I was able to explain my situation once I had a little saliva around my mouth and with the couch returned to a more seated position I was soon able to breathe more normally again.

I really need to apologise to my Mistress for ruining what she wanted to do to her slave. After what had happened I was not in any kind of ideal orientation for a pegging and to make things worse, despite taking care to do my pre-session hygiene the few thrusts I took up my bum from her strap-on left it a filthy mess! I could tell, even in my severely restricted state, that I had disappointed her, the moment was gone and it was inevitable that my silver head wrap had to be cut off. Maggie pointed her slave towards the bathroom and threw me a towel with the instruction. ‘Go and clean yourself up!

We did not dwell on the hiccup with my training, instead a quick sojourn back to the Playroom had me inserted into my full black latex, and for the two hundred and somethingth time I was Mistresses rubber plaything. Mistress soon had me back to the clinic to have some very interesting additions made to my cock and balls. You may remember from other blogs that occasionally my balls and particularly in this case my errant cock have tendencies to do their own thing. I was to be locked in an electric chastity cage that has its electrodes on the inside, well for whatever reason, cock was not playing fair and it took Maggie several attempts to charm it into the small red chamber and snap a lock on it. Her testing process confirmed that the electric stimulation was working loud and clear. On the other hand, the rubber oxballs sack with internal electrodes went on perfectly over my balls, and that too tested positive for electrical contact.

Once satisfied, Mistress led me back to the Playroom with instructions to be careful with the leads to cock and ball circuits. Maggie had spent time prior to my arrival assembling her rubber vacuum bed, which was neatly laid out next to the Playroom bed and I was told that I would be spending the rest of my session inside it. I have had quite a bit of practice climbing into the bed; slide in gently from the side opening and carefully position your body so the mouth is under the breathing hole and legs into the corners of the vacbed; a manoeuvre made so very easy due to the vacuum bed being chlorinated.

When Maggie jokingly said that she would climb in with me to make sure my breathing apparatus was installed properly, I was sorely tempted to plead with her to do so, but instead I meekly took the offered anaesthetic mask, attached it as instructed and made sure it was connected to the external plug. It is very easy to breathe inside the vacbed with the mask, and I laid back to relax.

Mistress threaded the electric cables through a port to the outside of the vacbed and placed a pillow under my head, I was most comfortable as I lay there contemplating life and my Owner, only to be rudely interrupted by the pulsing of the cock electrodes as Maggie set the e-stim gently throbbing.

Some final pieces of equipment were attached to the air intake, and I was ready once more to be transported closer to heaven by my Mistress. The two add-ons were the aromas pump hose and a re-breather bag. I was ready for being vacuumed! The side was sealed and the high-powered vacuum pump soon had me in the tightest of predicaments. I was loving every moment, the suction, the throbbing of the electric… in fact the whole scene. 

 

Just as an aside, although the latex looks black and impenetrable the top surface is actually a translucent smokey black, so when the suction is on and the latex tightens you get a strange, eerie, dark view of the world. Well not exactly a view, more an impression on what is happening. I could see shapes and see Mistresses outline as she moved around. I soon settled into the familiar rhythm of the rebreather bag; long, slow inhales and exhales. This allows the bag to deflate and allow some fresh air in. I must have been well in that zone because Mistress complimented me afterwards on how well her slave had performed, rebreathing for about an hour before Maggie decided I had received far too much pleasure for one day.

In that hour, I was erotically stroked, and yes I can tell the difference when Maggie takes her gloves off to caress her slave, I could see the outline as Mistress gently laid along her slave and massaged me all over with her tight latex covered body, allowing me to savour the slippery sensations that transpire when two chlorinated garments come together. Later when the electric was raised a little more I could also feel the tattoo of the riding crop on my right nipple, beating time to the electro induced thrusts of my body. Now and then, when Maggie deemed it appropriate, I received a very welcome dose of my aromas delivered straight to my anaesthesia mask by the aroma pump hose.
 
We naturally discussed the test of the head taping after the session, and Maggie has a few ideas to modify the test method to make it more satisfying for her and more workable for her slave. I must applaud Mistress Maggie for incorporating another of my fantasies in such a short time frame and offer my sincerest thanks to her for her patience and for being my Mistress, my tormentor but above all, my friend. 

I certainly got my rubber fun today.


Warning: This 1:31min head wrap clip has audio