It was simple guidance issued by Mistress Maggie for this session -
‘Your rubber Mistress fancies a plaything with zero access for a session that has a potentially happy ending’.
Yet these 16 words set off a kaleidoscope of separate threads that my imagination could explore. Simple yet so exciting. Was I to be plugged, catheterised and gagged then covered totally in rubber? Was there a gas mask, rebreather, aromas pump hose involved? Any of these were a possibility but Mistress had enhanced my excitement by wanting a ‘plaything’. Could I be just a rubber toy with the sole purpose of entertaining my adorable Mistress? That last thought opens up many more avenues to explore and actually embodies the sole purpose of her slave; to provide Maggie with pleasure.
There was only one way to find out, and at 14:30 all these mysteries began to unfold. At that chosen hour I was greeted by my latex goddess, her long black skirt practically touched the floor, her long sleeved top reached up to her chin and the whole latex ensemble was pinched in with a corset, she had a plume of golden blonde hair cascading atop of her tight fitting hood. Well, if Mistress wants a rubber plaything this all rubber outfit had set the scene admirably.
Following closely up to the Playroom I glimpsed Mistress’s long black boots and the whole image had me drooling by the time she rested herself on her Throne. ‘Clean those glorious boots slave, lick any dust from their long seams first’, she instructed. I made my tongue busy, working my way up and down all seams while Mistress maintained steady but moderately gentle encouragement with her soft whip. Understanding the rule of not straying from the boots I tried my old tactic of licking to the very top of the boot where I could gently caress her inner thighs with my hair. Just within the rules I think. When the boots were dust free Maggie stood leaning slightly forward resting on The Throne, and I was told to worship her wonderful derriere, not from the outside as I had initially attempted, but deep within the enveloping folds of her long latex skirt.
I needed no second instruction. It was dark and beautiful inside Mistress’s skirt and the taste of her nylon tights was so arousing… however, it was doubly important to stay away from her forbidden areas, as I don’t want to do anything that would have my Mistress stop me from my very sensual activity.
In time she did stop me, not because of any indiscretion on my part but her meticulous schedule needed me transformed from a simple, rather rounded male into her rubber plaything. My Invincible work suit had been warming on the bed, Mistress helped me put it on along with a fitted latex hood that had all the necessary openings.
As Mistress prepared for what was to come next I was able to sneak a peek in the Playroom Mirror, and as always was thrilled by the shiny latex persona that stared back at me. I never fail to be amazed at that view, I know it’s me inside but there is no way to tell that it’s me. I had become a rubber mannequin and ready to be Mistress Maggie’s latex plaything.
Then the first of the implants to convert me to ‘zero access’ was deployed. I was told to undo my crotch zip and bend forward to hold the bars of the Cell Door, this proved to be a good position for Maggie to insert my comfortable sized butt plug. Later on in the session Maggie briefly mentioned that she’d intended to swap the butt plug for a string of large anal beads, but by then we’d progressed to a stage where retrofitting her plaything was totally impractical, so I was left stuffed with the butt plug and the beads had to be reserved for another day.
Mistress said that as part of the ‘zero access’ is was essential I should be catheterised too, which involved a quick trip to the Clinic to have the catheter fitted. Mistress is incredibly efficient at this process despite me having a bit of an unruly and uncooperative cock. It’s always a sterile operation that begins with me being swabbed and a squirt of anaesthetic gel sent down my urethra, the clinic fills with the sound of crinkling plastic as one by one various packets of single use items are prepared for use, the catheter being the last to be unwrapped. And before I knew it the catheter was in and blown up.
I had to ask ‘Is it in?’, because Mistress is so adept at this procedure that I felt no pain or discomfort, obviously the gel helps but Maggie’s expertise is the real winner. Well, that was two of the three orifices bunged now and all that remained was my mouth. That had to wait until Mistress led me back to the Playroom with instruction to be extra careful since the catheter bag was dangling from the end of my cock as I waddled closely behind her.
I was to be confined in a latex Bondage Sheath; basically a very tight fitting condom that once zipped up is both comfortable and heavenly to wear. Maggie’s only concern was the length of the catheter tube, because the outlet for this sheath is at the very bottom and me being 6', I might be a tad too tall for the Cath bag to comfortably feed through the outlet. As it was we needn’t have worried, with my feet inside the rubber sheath Maggie fed the tube through the outlet, and as I stood to accept the top half of my restrictive rubber it was evident that everything had fitted perfectly. There I was standing next to the rubber bed being zipped up tightly inside my own rubber cocoon, movement was very restricted and I was pleased when Mistress helped me to sit safely on the bed.
My hood was then removed to allow a nasal cannula to be taped in place, this is an excellent piece of kit that I am now getting more used to wearing. The first time I hadn’t fully understood how to get the most from John’s invention, but by now it has become second nature and I couldn’t wait for it to provide me with some much wanted aromas. I imagined there must be another restrictive hood coming my way, otherwise why the cannula? My curiosity was soon satisfied as Mistress presented one with zips across eyes and mouth. The cannula tube was passed through the mouth and zipped tightly shut and that was the third ‘zero access’ orifice closed.
Maggie deployed an inflated rubber collar to seal everything tightly shut and it was my last opportunity to view the splendidness of my Mistress before the eye zips were pulled closed. I had forgotten about this fourth ‘zero access’ area. I was now completely entombed in my rubber layers; rubber socks and gloves, heavy rubber suit and the rubber sheath. Surely I now qualified as a rubber plaything for my wonderful owner. Lying down now in the centre of the bed the rubber duvet was pulled over me, a final rubber covering to keep me beautifully comforted and warm. I was loving every moment.
Every now and then Maggie would tell me to breathe out and I knew the delights that were to follow. With completely empty lungs I could just discern the gentle swish of the aroma pump and of course my next action was to gratefully inhale a lungful of the wonderful product. It relaxes yet stimulates at the same time, my senses become heightened and I can actually see my Mistress through the aroma induced euphoria. Mistress tucked me in and saying she would be reading me more of the bedtime story we’d previously enjoyed from her Dressing For Pleasure (DFP) magazine.
It had been a while since my last bedtime story and neither of us could really remember where we’d got up to, but Maggie found a book mark amongst the pages and we carried on from there. I’m being honest when I say that I had no recognition of the plot or the characters, but as Maggie started her reading vague recollections came creeping back. My disposition made it hopeless to take in too much of the story, but I really revelled in the whole ambience that Maggie had created. I felt relaxed I felt verging on euphoria and I dreamed of the sexy voice that was talking to me through my latex coverings.
Parts of the story brought about some lighthearted banter between Mistress and plaything, some parts were totally akin to things we had done ourselves somewhere in our rubber histories and resurrected happy memories. Every now and then I heard a heavenly intervention, ‘
breath out slave’ followed by that familiar yet imperceptible hiss of the aroma pump as I received another dose of fuel.
I could quite happily have drifted off to sleep except I really didn’t want to miss any of Mistresses interactions with her rubber plaything. I imagined what it would be like to be tucked up like this at bedtime, to wake up in the morning still enshrouded in darkness and this luxury rubber skin.
Just before oblivion, Mistress nudged me and asked me to move over to make space, wiggling like a worm I was able to move a couple of inches at a time until Maggie had enough space to snuggle under the duvet with her rubber toy. Heaven just got better.
I knew there was nothing I could or would do to disrupt this snuggling and really enjoyed the bed time with my Mistress, I could detect her gentle caresses in all the right places and I knew I was owned and wanted by the best person I could ever have encountered.
We didn't reach the ending of the story on this occasion, which means there's hope for a another rubber infused episode in the future.
Thank you Mistress Maggie for another journey deeper and deeper under your spell and I hope I did you proud as your plaything. You have introduced me to so many exciting situations and I hope our journey will carry on for as long as you want me as your slave.
Caution: This 02:18sec rubber DFP story clip has audio.
