Retehtac

Don’t worry about the title of the blog, all will be revealed, I haven’t lost my mind although a part of my heart and soul are lodged with my owner. 

Today, the last day of January has my spirits soaring. January has been such a miserable month, apart from two notable exceptions when my spirits were lifted by visits to my wonderful Mistress Maggie. The month tends to be an anti-climax after Christmas and New Year, the nights are still long and with three named storms the weather atrocious. However, tomorrow is February, a shorter month with the prospect of spring just around the corner. I digress, of course the main reason is my pending visit to The Chambers.

I know I can be accused of being a sycophant, I hope in the nicest possible way, but I carried two bunches of flowers for my Mistress, one for her birthday and one for reaching the official UK retirement age, I don’t believe she is anywhere near retirement age but obviously the government do! plus a bottle of plonk for John and Mistress to share. The beautiful flowers paled into insignificance when I was greeted by Mistress adorned in a pink catsuit accessorised with a black harness, which showed a tantalizing and teasing amount of her wonderful breasts. A truly uplifting sight for ones soul.

Back on track, I followed Maggie up the stairs and once again not without being transfixed by her wonderfully kissable latex bum cheeks. Arriving in the nicely warmed Playroom I was instructed to lay out my plum coloured catsuit to get the chill off it and sent to the bathroom to return in my black latex socks and gloves and, as always, my collar is always in place as I diligently make sure I’m wearing it when arriving at Mistress’s pearly gates, I feel it shows ownership by Maggie.

After a wonderful period of boot worship I was down on the floor with face buried in the carpet whilst Mistress oiled and fitted my butt plug. I think we agreed a couple of sessions ago that it is best to open my orifice with my plug no matter what else Mistress may eventually hide away in that same dark space.

Picking up her Mistress whip Maggie now allowed my stuffed backside the pleasure of a gentle tattoo with its tails. Her Mistress whip is a stout leather one with a multitude of long thongs, so called because the word ‘mistress’ has been created with silver studs along its handle and probably the heaviest whip that Mistress owns. Minute by minute the weight of it’s impact increased until I was witness to the full measure of the whip’s capabilities across my rear along with strokes with lesser severity across my shoulders. I should also mention that Mistress put her boots to further use during the whipping by planting the occasional kick to the balls and making sure the butt plug remained fully inside.

By contrast, the black and red whip that Maggie used next was far gentler, delivering a sensual feeling in all the places it touched, my body was starting to really relax and excite at the same time. I am surprised to say that my flogging was mostly pleasurable, apart from a couple of earlier thwacks deliberately aimed at my most tender parts.

Warmed up and ready to go it was very easy to climb into my plum catsuit; probably the most comfortable and easy to wear suit in my small collection. The latex has been chlorinated and I can actually get into it without bothering Mistress. A couple of wiggles, a brief inhale, pull chest in and the zip slides up. Today it would provide me with a nice tight foundation layer as it was soon to be buried under a further two latex layers. My plum suit has handy zips to all the areas that Mistress may wish to access and she soon had the anal zip down ready for further activity around my bum. 

This time I was sent was over the horse, well over it so my hands were touching the floor on the other side and Maggie had a good angle for removing my butt plug, being nicely stretched by now, both the Kegel electric balls slid in easily and were hooked up to the power box for testing. Oh yes, they were working! 

To complete my dressing I was to wear a comfortable black latex hood that allowed easy breathing and no visual restrictions. I was advised to be very careful with the electric cables as we made our way to the Clinic.

Before arriving in the Clinic Mistress rechecked her running schedule and instantly made a U-turn back to the Playroom. ‘Your dressing is not complete’, she said. Again great care was taken to ensure the cables were not disturbed as she helped me into her inflatable catsuit. This second catsuit is double walled so effectively I was now enclosed in three latex layers and my toastiness dispelled all of my winter blues, but I was advised that the suit wasn't going to be inflated today. 

Maggie had recently acquired some heavy rubber gauntlets which I was told to put on. I must say I am not keen on these gloves because, although they are roomy and very comfortable to wear, I lose that super sensation whenever I get the opportunity to sneak a stroke of Mistress’s stunning latex covered rear, or for that matter, anywhere I can get my hands to stray about her person. Maybe that’s the reason why Mistress had me wear them?

Finally we were in the Clinic where Mistress arranged a nasal cannula underneath my latex hood, making sure it was secure with a couple of pieces of surgical tape to keep it in place, then an S10 gas mask was fitted over the top to seal me in. I do like this feeling, completely enclosed in latex and fully at the mercy of my owner and prepared for whatever gives her pleasure. To be honest there would be little point in complaining because Mistress had almost finished tightly strapping me securely to the couch, and boy did she make sure I was tightly strapped down! My cannula was ready to receive any aromas Maggie may administer and with a breathing hose attached to her glass bubble bottle I would be bubbling away for the remainder of the session. 

What surprised me was that with three layers of latex you wouldn’t think it possible for Mistress to gain access to my cock and balls, but she did and once exposed she bound them up in a rope cradle, not too tight and once again I have been well trained and must admit to rather liking this style of binding. In no time I had a catheter inserted, and as I would expect from my very professional Mistress the procedure was swift, painless, trouble free and I was soon draining away a bladder full of pee.

But my bladder didn’t remain empty for long, Maggie used the catheter to fill it up again with 500ml of saline solution which took about 30 minutes, this procedure was another first for me. I must have a fair bladder capacity because even after the 500ml I wasn’t feeling too bloated, which was just as well as Mistress decided I no longer needed a catheter and amused herself by sending an electric urethral sound down my cock instead, some more highly charged electric play followed including deeper urethral play with a Pratt steel sound, this was electrified too and paired with electrodes on my balls I received the stimulation of two electric circuits down my urethral tract, the Kegel balls were still beating their rhythm up my bum… I got the lot! which kept me humping the sound with a great amount of energy!

The situation was greatly enhanced by a good few doses of aromas via the nasal cannula. ‘Breathe out slave. All the way’, followed by four or five slow puffs and a ‘Breathe in slave’. I have got the rhythm of this method of aroma delivery and the knack is to breathe out until my lungs are empty and then slowly breathe in as I detect the puffs. The effect is immediate and works a treat in transforming many sensations into pleasure. It was particularly soothing when Maggie ramped up the Kegels to 90 on her magic machine.

After all this stimulation Mistress removed the sound and as it passed the tip of my cock I got a bit of a surprise, but nothing to be overly concerned about. Its removal paved the way for a déjà vu moment…  No, I wasn’t dreaming, Mistress really was catheterising me again, and once complete I was left to have my bladder drained into the already half full cath bag. It didn’t take long for the full cath bag to be removed and presented to me for consumption.

I had been holding the S10’s drinking tube in my mouth for the whole time and was hoping that Mistress would allow me some very welcome rehydration. Well she did, but it wasn’t her wonderful golden nectar, it was my cath bag that was being attached to my drinking tube. It took a fair time, but I did as I was instructed and eventually consumed it all, I was grateful for the 50:50 dilution, at least it made my own piss palatable as I don’t think I would have managed my drink otherwise. Yes, I did finish every last drop and completed another first from Maggie’s training sessions, though of course, I do prefer Mistress’s nectar. 

I know I am totally addicted to serving Mistress Maggie and look forward to our next training session with excitement, anticipation and the knowledge that spring and summer are wonderful seasons for serving a wonderful dominatrix.

If you've managed to read this far you may still be wondering about the title Retehtac? If you look at it closely and read it in reverse it spells Catheter which is how Maggie used the catheter to actually fill up my bladder rather than to empty it.