I think today’s session epitomises why I worship Mistress Maggie. The thought and care Mistress devotes to her slave is a wonderful feeling and simply draws me closer to her. This adventure started a couple of weeks ago when as part of an email conversation Mistress asked -
'It’s so good to know that you are willing to please in whichever way I wish. Does that include upside down slave? Do let me know ‘cos I might have had a good idea...'
Well, that intrigued me no end and gave me longer than usual for my excitement to grow.
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| In front of Icon starting its terrifying journey. |
In view of my recent Plank suspension, I had visions of me having my feet attached to the overhead and lifted vertically upside down. I am always happy to be a guinea pig and will do anything for Mistress, and so responded -
'It includes whatever you want including upside down. The only thing that may cause a problem is if I have a gag fitted. My airways will probably need to be clear but not free of a gas mask. I am more than happy to try my best at being upside down for you, wearing gas mask etc. I am always head over heels in your company so actual physical inversion is not a problem.'
So, the scene was set for our next session and I must say that even the thought of it got floods of excitement rushing to my head. Imagine what Mistress can do with exposed cock and balls, mouth at the correct height for... You can imagine that my imagination started to run riot. Even though I might struggle for long inverted periods I was happy to do as I was told.
After that I was left to my own imagination until I received Mistresses calling mail along with instructions to arrive considerably earlier than normal.
'Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit, matching accessories and butt plug. Please dress smart casual as you will be accompanying me somewhere to get your session started. Your Mistress has planned a new experience for you, previously untried, and intends to have you well secured and supplied with liberal showers.'
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I've been in more secure stocks - but these were fun.
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Now the picture was becoming clearer, or so I thought. The early start, and smart casual dress meant one thing, Mistress was going to take us on a trip somewhere, possibly wearing my red latex suit under my smart casuals, possibly with a catheter... Now my juices were starting to be aroused.
When I arrived at The Chambers, Maggie answered the door in her outdoor clothes although I was delighted to see that she was displaying a wonderful amount of her marvellous breasts. I still got that same thrill following Mistress’ tightly clad buttocks up to the Playroom, although not quite as intense as when I follow her in her rubber.
I wasn't surprised when Mistress said we were going on a little journey, but the destination was to be kept a secret. I was surprised and delighted that John, Maggie's husband would be accompanying us and doing the driving and off we went. Just as an aside, Johns new motor is a wonderful ride and very German.
With still no idea where we were going, it became obvious when we turned onto the M55 that Blackpool was a big possibility. We have been to Saints and Sinners before and I assumed that Mistress had arranged for me to be displayed in some form, perhaps on one of those rotating X frames...
However, we drove right past the turning for Saints and Sinners, finally parking up near to The Pleasure Beach. It all then became clear. Maggie and John had planned a trip to The Pleasure Beach to celebrate my imminent birthday.
What a superb gesture to take her slave out for my Birthday. It was like being a kid again. Maggie and John had arranged electronic tickets for the entry, and this is definitely high tech, complete with picture and bar code for security. As we made our way to the entrance Mistress expressed some disappointment. ‘If it wasn’t for these compulsory searches and electronic security checks I’d have had you wired up to my remote control box’, she whispered. I must admit, this could have blown me out of the ride had Maggie activated the device at the 'wrong' time! As it turned out the security staff took absolutely no notice when my guiche set of their beeper, and of course their search revealed nothing suspicious in Maggie’s bag. We were after all just three old friends out to enjoy ourselves.
We walked slowly round looking at rides we thought we’d dare to risk, along with John I was occasionally allowed to offer Maggie a hand with the journey until we arrived at Icon. Ah, so that was the previously untried experience mentioned in Maggie's email; we were all going to brave the Icon for the very first time and we were all going to be seriously restrained and inverted!
On this ride Maggie and John were to sit together, but unfortunately as the seats were in pairs it left me without a space and I had to wait for the next one. The blurb on the Pleasure Beach website states: the same acceleration as a Formula 1 driver... I am too old for Formula 1 but you do get a feeling of what the drivers experience. The maximum speed is a lot slower than F1 at 55mph but the corners are much tighter and not advisable in a F1 car to loop the loop. It’s severe banking has you believing you’ll fall out, as for the rope retaining my butt plug, definitely not required, as the G forces see that it stays well and truly rooted.
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| A very lucky slave awaiting rehydration. |
Fairly close to the Icon is the Red Arrows Sky force. It looked far more benign than Icon and I was a little relieved that both John and Maggie agreed to go on it. The basic principle is you can use the moveable wings to do 'aerobatics' as the ride gets faster. I almost managed a loop-the-loop but bottled out when I got the plane horizontal.
We had a quick pit stop in Burger King then onto The Big One. We have ridden this on a previous visit, but I thought this time was far more scary. The weather was a little misty on the slow climb towards the summit at 235ft. Be warned, what goes up slowly comes down considerably faster, reaching 85mph. I regret not putting my glasses safely away, but once rolling my hands were both glued to the safety bar and Maggie was beside me doing a good job of vocalising the thrilling highlights. Fortunately the glasses stayed put as did my plug. The ride was rougher than I remember and it certainly vibrated the butt plug well inside my butt!
Three rides down and the final ride chosen was Valhalla. We did have a brief sojourn for a photo stop in the stocks, then onwards to Valhalla the wet, wet, wet ride. The plastic ponchos we bought were next to useless for me, although I did manage to snuggle up inside and only got partially wet. It proved difficult to mount the moving boats, in fact it was probably the most precarious part of our trip to the resort, particularly for Mistress, but thankfully the staff were very helpful and we did all manage it. The wettest water problem was the 2" of water in the bottom of the boat. I spent most of my time trying to avoid paddling and getting my shoes soaked.
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There are a lot of experiences and surprises on this ride much of it performed in darkness, at one stage a vertical drop in the darkness comes as quite a shock. It was possible at this point that Mistress lost one of her leather gloves, all we know is by the time we arrived back at the car the glove had gone… This wasn't the last time I got a soaking on this magnificent trip but more of this later.
On our way home we stopped for a relaxing coffee at Costa, chatted and discussed how good a birthday party this was. Then, home to the Chambers. Mistress guided me up to the Playroom and fitted me with a red rubber hood and laughed at how I had been deceived by her instruction to bring my rubber suit.
'Ah. That was only to distract you from the real objectives slave!’
As I mentioned earlier, the Valhalla ride wasn’t the only time I got a soaking, as Maggie quickly attached me under the deluxe toilet pan. Aromas were not to be missed as she soaked a towel and gently eased it over my nose and then readied herself for my second soaking. Mistress by now had a very full bladder and it was a wonderful sight to see her glorious globes settle into a comfortable position ready to download the whole contents of that full bladder right into my mouth. This was by far the best drink of the day and a wonderful celebration for my birthday bash.
The whole afternoon was a totally unexpected surprise from Mistress Maggie and her husband John, and has reinforced and increased my absolute dedication and devotion to a truly wonderful Mistress who I will always obey and be faithful to.
Thank you to both John and Maggie for the perfect birthday party.
