Absolutely nothing to do with the Cliff Richard’s’ hit, but my balls were wired and charged today. I created sounds of excruciating pain. Mistress Maggie gave me the sensation of sounds; long steel ones that were inserted down my urethra, and Mistress herself created quite a lot of sounds with her delightful laughter at my obvious discomfort. Anyway enough of that, I’ll be back with a clearer picture later.
Maggie lifted one of her white PVC nurse boots for my attention, PVC being a most lickable material for encouraging lots of lubrication from my tongue. On the underside their incredibly chunky soles have well defined treads, crisply moulded and have sharp edges. This produces a tread that is rough on the tongue, in fact VERY rough!
A word to others who are fortunate to get the opportunity to caress and tongue worship Maggie's white boots, avoid the soles if at all possible or you'll end up with potential tongue lacerations!
As is usual, Mistress used her crop to keep me focussed and working hard, but unlike normal I was allowed to stray beyond the top of her boots where I was pleasantly surprised by the smooth and slipperyness of her black tights, I thought latex was slippy, but these, WoW! Chinese tights I think Mistress called them. Taking care to avoid what I know is the forbidden zone, my rubber gloves slid effortlessly over the smooth and slippery surface that accentuated Mistresses beautiful legs, in particular those wonderful thighs. I was a little disappointed when it was time to end my thigh worship and move on to the next item on the schedule after all it really was a rare treat.
I was into my rubber catsuit with effortless ease. Mistress has taught me well and I am now able to don my Invincible suit without having to bother Mistress. This of course gives Maggie more preparation time but I do however still need her expertise to polish me to a high gloss. I suppose I could polish most of the suit myself, but she knows I find her polishing really sensual. It’s always a treat to stand with arms raised as Mistress squirts a little polish and spreads it around with a soft cloth, polishing my back, arms, legs, around groin... sorry getting carried away with the memory.
We have learned from previous sessions that it makes life a lot easier if my own butt plug is inserted early on to act as a stretcher, and that's what happened today. Crotch zips opened sufficiently to facilitate easy access then over the horse for the final entry. A lot of lube is used and Maggie pays particular attention to making sure a fair amount of it makes its way inside my bum. I have to admit that it feels rather nice having Mistress' rubber gloved finger initially work its way past my sphincter, with a big blob of lube followed by a slow wiggle of her finger to ensure a good spread, the preparations were complete, and my butt plug together with another large dollop of lube found its way into its home with virtually no resistance. The ribbed nature of the plug ensuring it remains snug as a bug in a rug.
A lead was snapped on to my obligatory slave collar and with her rubber slave in tow Mistress made her way to the adjacent Clinic. The couch was in its familiar position, and making a prominent statement on how I would be secured was the bright red of the head brace. I also spied what looked like a harness attached to a strap on black dildo and a glass dildo sat alongside it as well. My anticipation was now starting to go through the roof and through another area of my body if I am being honest!
I was once again completely sealed inside my rubber world as Mistress fed my head into the offered gasmask. Thereafter my ONLY contact with the outside world was through the breathing tube of the gas mask. I could gaze at my owner through the small port holes, but because I now had my wrists secured I couldn't even feel for my Mistress through my latex gloves. My complete rubberisation only lasted a few moments as I detected Maggie undoing my crotch area and the cool air of The Clinic began to waft over my exposed flesh. Mistress had cleverly left my cock embedded inside my suit.
And there I lay with my head now jammed into the Head Box, I could hear Mistress removing her latex skirt and I assumed replacing it with the strap-on harness, and I also detected the humming sound of the couch motor as the couch started to rise. I didn't have long to wait before I felt my butt plug being gently slid out and the next sensation was of pure joy as I was mounted by my owner. There is nothing quite as liberating as being mounted by The Boss while in my restrictive, prone position. The extra lube applied to the invading dildo made life feel so good, I was taken to a different dimension by Maggie’s thorough pounding, so much so that I was trying to keep her inside me when it reached the time for her to pull out. I suppose I am a glutton for Mistress inside me.
The next dildo brought a surprising difference in temperature. Ah! - it was the glass dildo, which of course did not flex or yield as its slippery surface disappeared into my pleasured rear passage. I was fed a few good pumps of aromas and this time Mistress used my nipples as a means of purchase during another wonderful fucking. I am sure Mistress has a fetish for my nipples, and am delighted if she has, because as she was mounting me she reached forward, undid my nip zips and clung onto them like reins. In, out, in, out, went the glass impaler, up, down, up, down went the nipple reins and pump, pump went the aromas. Once more I was somewhere almost extra terrestrial in this energetic but all too brief ride. When Mistress withdrewan electric plug was fitted and tested and I assured Maggie that it definitely was working.
Obviously, any personal enjoyment is a bi-product of pleasing my Mistress and not the prime objective. Maggie always has her session plans that have to be followed thus we moved on to the next line in the plan. It was time to make full use of the head box and this time the red rope was used to make sure my head remained immobile. I could see the far corner of The Clinic ceiling and that was it. I did catch the occasional glimpse of the top of Mistress' head, but that was all. At least the lenses didn't steam up! On went the couch straps, Maggie pulling them as tight as she could then checked them once more to make sure there was no more room for movement. I definitely wasn't going anywhere.
According to the pictures, Mistress donned her red latex apron now so that she could attend to her sick patient. If this state is described as sickness, I can only hope that I am this sick for ever and tended to by my personal nurse. Because I couldn’t see much my account of subsequent events has been gleaned from the pictures and the debrief that occurs after our session. The first thing I felt was the addition of a heavy ball weight to my testicles. In my prone position the weight is somewhat light and thank goodness Maggie didn't have me walking and jiggling about. Well, I was jiggling but in a horizontal plane.
Next to excite my lower regions was a sterile large Pratt sound. You can actually hear as Maggie removes the sound from its sterile packet so I knew something big was heading my way. Not too much aromas and in it went accompanied by some gloved hand massage to counteract the effect of the medicine, keeping me hard to facilitate Mistress’ progress to the next part of my training. When it came to the next, larger and heavier sound I had a precursor of what was coming, because Mistress kindly passed the awesome Van Buren through my line of sight. The sound moved down my urethra but was not ready to be inserted all the way, at this point my cock wanted to play and kept trying to eject it, every time Maggie turned round the damn thing started to slip out. ‘A third hand would be useful’, said Maggie in a frustrated tone, but perseverance ruled the day and the Van Buren eventually completed its long journey.
Maggie went on to secure my cock and the enclosed sound with three steel compression bands, the same principle as securing a hose to a radiator. What I didn't realise was that in between the bands were two heavy duty loop electrodes! The two cock electrodes were paired into one circuit, but Maggie wanted to make use of the Van Buren in another circuit (Sound number 1). Anyone familiar with electrical circuits knows that a second electrode is necessary to complete the circuit, and ingeniously Maggie decided that a wire through my ball sack would be an ideal way to take care of that. Once again the sound of ripping as the sterile wire was extracted from its safe storage and a few pricks later, Mistress was happy with her sewing.
I am used to being stuck with various sharp objects around my scrotum and thought that the pricks I was feeling were straight forward needles. Mistress has trained me well and I hardly flinched at all. Well that soon changed and I was made to flinch quite a lot as Maggie ramped up the juice on her electric controller, reaching the stage of having to cry with the intense 'pleasure' that Mistress was providing me with, (Sound number 2)
Another of the aforementioned sounds was echoing round the clinic too; Mistresses delightful laughter as she witnessed her slave reacting to her power. (Sound number 3). I must say the pain in my groin area was more than offset by the delight I knew Mistress was getting from watching and hearing me squirm.
Phew! Time to get my breath back. Resuscitation after the operation was achieved with Mistress' rubber resuscitation unit with a minute of good blasts with her bellows. I had had a lot of excitement and the tightness of my outer rubber protection was starting to take its toll on my breathing and I begged for the gas mask to go. The gas mask's removal didn’t create a problem as the resuscitating bellows were connected to an anaesthetic mask and Maggie happily pumped away, forcing fresh air into my airways, returning her rubber subject back into the real world and feeling refreshed.
Mischievously, Maggie turned up the power on the e-stim box, which combined with a generous amount of squeezes on the aromas pump produced the most audible sounds of laughter and screams of the day.
Another brilliant session and thanks to
Mistress Maggie for her amazing imagination and ingenuity, however it was a little ominous when she told me that she had accidentally depleted her stock of an item she’d really wanted to use and our session had been a quickly reorganised Plan B but, '
not to worry I'm sure more should arrive in the post and be available next time!'
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