You Raise Me Up

Today, Mistress Maggie had to work very hard to achieve her planned activities and I really do appreciate all that effort that Maggie puts in while entertaining her slave. The day was ushered in with the obligatory calling mail, where I only got the merest hint as to what Mistress wished to do with her subject.

‘Your rubber Mistress will be working magic with her uncompromising ideas and hopes you can rise to the occasion.’

A single sentence that didn’t give much away, but sufficient to start me on my upwards path to get me ‘in the zone’. I arrived on time, and as always my senses were instantly being overwhelmed by the vision of Maggie as she greeting me in yet another latex ensemble that I have never seen before. Mistress is a stunning lady and her sensuality was certainly enhanced by the hotpants and corseted waistline she had chosen, in contrast her legs were adorned in striking tiger print tights and boots laced upto her knees. When I see Maggie I always start getting deep into my sub-space, ready and willing to do whatever…

The first task after following Mistress upstairs to The Playroom, admittedly as close as I dare to that wonderful bottom, was to disappear to the Bathroom returning in just my slave collar, black latex socks and black latex gloves, which incidentally are brand new, zipped and chlorinated from a well-known supplier. I have learnt that Maggie does appreciate having her bottom cheeks gently stroked by soft, chlorinated gloves and I hoped that later I might be allowed to give a few gentle strokes to those glorious globes.

Anyway, to the business in hand, I lay supine on the floor in front of the most wonderful woman and set about worshipping her black lace-ups. It appears that using the riding crop across any bits in range has now become somewhat of a ritual, and I am not sure how I would feel if Mistress didn’t grant me a few clouts with the crop. On this occasion I needn’t have worried, because Mistress had already decided that after she had put her crop down my backside was going to receive considerably more than a few strokes with a plethora of instruments.

On my knees in front of Mistress I was told to turn round with head on floor. That naturally thrust my backside high and tight into the Playroom air. It was time for me to be reminded what a good whipping was really like and not the playful strokes of her crop. When asked about preferences I naturally opted for the ‘softer’ flagellation implements and picking up a suede whip Maggie got my whipping lesson in motion.

That was only the start, as Maggie progressed through a series of suede whips before moving onto more substantial leather ones with far more impact. The strokes I received continued to land harder and harder until my ass was stinging. Maggie worked her way through belts, tawses and a dressage whip, I could actually hear its swish, swish as Mistress prepared and aimed the next blow; these things I had never encountered before. The final couple of whipping strokes did make me jump as Maggie changed to her single tailed whip. Now, that one can really deploy a most painful sting, and I was rather pleased when Maggie declared that was enough.

Relieved of further pain I was left with a stinging arse and a smile, because I had barely whimpered while Maggie was obviously getting pleasure from reminding me that a good whipping can be a good release for both Mistress and slave.

Whilst I was in that very convenient position, Mistress lubed my arse with a well-greased finger and a vibrating butt plug then inserted. That kept me buzzing for quite a while, but more about that later.

I was quickly dressed in my Invincible suit, then seated on a chair. Mistress set about giving my head a thorough cling filming followed by a silver duct tape layer. The cling film was so accurately and tightly moulded round my mouth that even when I tried to breath out nothing escaped round the cling film, the effect was like having the most secure and sound deadening gag that I have ever experienced. A cling film gag, now that is a novelty.  

The next phase required really hard work from my Mistress, her intention was to seal me in the leather body bag, strap me to The Plank and raise me up using the overhead gantry. We assembled The Plank, but then I made a tactical mistake by suggesting that I be fitted into the bodybag whilst standing then ease myself down onto The Plank. I’d made the simplest of miscalculations, thinking I could bend my knees to lower myself onto The Plank. No can do! The leather body bag is also leather lined making it tough and virtually rigid, so we decided the appropriate method would be to lie the sack on the plank and for me to gently ease myself in. That worked a treat and goes to show that I still have a lot of learning to do to help my Mistress.

Word of advice for any wannabe plankers, don't bounce down on the plank and certainly not in the middle. It is a very strong plank but even that might have its limits, so be gentle.

Once incarcerated in all that heavy leather, Mistress completed the final touches of zipping and lacing me in. With all the extra exertion caused by my poor choice of bagging, I too was showing signs of exertion. Remember, my head was still cling filmed and taped, all the extra air flow had to be via my nose and I was snorting as I drew in the extra air. Mistress asked if I was struggling, but when I tried to say I was OK I couldn’t get any air past the gag and as a consequence couldn’t convey anything to Maggie. Like the caring person she is, she interpreted my funny noises through the gag as distress. Off came the head covering greeted by a 'That feels better' from me.

In the period that I was wearing my head covering it was fantastic, as a bonus, by the way my head had been taped I could still see through my clingfilm covered eyes. Head wrapping is a big kink of mine and today’s wrap was an all too brief and wonderful experience. My only comment is that I may have benefitted from a little more slack around my neck. Still, no complaints.

While Mistress was still in my sights I rather cheekily commented that it was unlikely that I would get the opportunity to stroke her wonderful bottom now, what with my hands hidden deep inside my body bag’s internal sleeves. To my delight and utter amazement, Maggie straddled my face so I could stroke it with my mouth instead. Her glorious bum in black latex hot pants descended onto my face, and that kept me busy for a while. Another example of how kind and caring Mistress can be towards her slaves. I certainly didn’t delay in kissing that thin black latex line between her bum cheeks. Hmmm …

Still on the subject of face coverings, I was then fitted into a rather nice gas mask and the sack’s leather hood was pulled up around it. Tan straps were used to secure me to the Plank and chains strategically placed to facilitate my suspension on the Gantry. 

I don’t know what it is with my arse and vibrating butt plugs, but there always seems to be a hic-cough whereby batteries run out, the remote doesn’t work, or like today it turns off accidentally. I often wear my Invincible suit with its many zips, and there may be one of the problems. The zip and on-off switch are in close proximity, and I think that every time I move, the zip comes in contact with the vibrator’s switch and it’s only a matter of time before the contact results in the off button being pressed. The plugs would be all well and good if I was lying there naked with my legs in the air, but my sessions are not like that. Typically they include quite a bit of movement and heavier multilayer bondage, meaning a device can be disturbed but cannot be seen or accessed easily, less wiggling in delight from me might help too! Mistress went on to successfully excavate the errant butt plug and insert an electro egg up the vacated orifice. Strong sensations from her Sensavox electronic device were soon being felt in the dark depths of my back passage.

Before Mistress started the mammoth task of raising me, she extricated my cock through both my suit and body bag and I was suitably prepped for the big lift. In a similar vein to a sea shanty, Mistress belted out a few strains from ‘You Raise Me Up’ as she undertook the task of hoisting me up on the suspended chains. I started to mumble along with it too as I am familiar with the tune but not the words, so I looked up the lyrics when I got home and I thought the chorus is how I feel towards my wonderful owner.

    You raise me up so I can stand on mountains

    You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

    I am strong when I am on your shoulders

    You raise me up to more than I can be

Anyway, that mumbling was soon stopped when Mistress attached a big bubble bottle and aromas hose to my gas mask, and as I bubbled away quite merrily I’m sure I detected the wonderful scent of Eau de Maggie in the water. Mistress was a little concerned that I might need a neck pillow, but the hood of the bag provided an ideal support and I lay there very comfortable, gently swinging and just happy to be doing whatever Maggie wanted to do to her slave.

I felt a sound being inserted down into my cock, then something else in the same hole and … it turns out I easily accommodated 4 sounds down my urethra that Maggie proceeded to pleasure her slave with as she slowly glided them in and out. What is unusual and only evident from the post session analysis, was the lack of stimulation from the sprig of nettles that Maggie was teasing me with. I usually get a really nice tingle from the many and varied methods Mistress uses for nettling, and I felt disappointed that I missed the tingling stinging results from this seasons’ bunch. Still, the nettle season is far from over, so if I’m lucky…

Two more electrodes were attached; one to the sounds and the second to the base of my cock, once activated electric pulses were rolling all about my nether regions while Mistress helped me to become a better all-round slave by gradually extending my thresholds once again. 

Mistress Maggie told me that she had achieved what she had hoped with the body bag and plank suspension, and that she would have loved to keep her subject in the bag for a lot, lot longer, but the suspension took a little longer and all good things must end. 

I would like once more to thank Mistress Maggie for all the effort that she invested into today’s session and I am a really fortunate slave to be owned by such a wonderful, kind and caring, if occasionally a little sadistic Mistress. 

Caution: This 02:09min leather suspension clip has audio