Under Pressure

On one of the warmest days of summer, I basked in the heat of the sun as I sauntered the short distance from my car to The Chambers, I mused at how fortunate I was to have met Mistress Maggie all those years ago and how thoughtful and caring she can be to her slaves. Apart from wanting to please Maggie, I didn’t have a care in the world.

Mistress, forever considerate to her slaves’ welfare had asked me to pack my perv bag with latex socks, gloves and black shorts. I absolutely love latex, and to be fully covered in it while being controlled by Maggie, on the other hand and given the scorching weather I did not want to be expiring in the Chambers, making things messy and creating a lot of cleaning up.

As the door opened I was greeted by Mistress in a short leatherette dress that showed off her wonderful legs, a wide studded belt kept everything neat around her middle and she wore what I took to be a brand new pair of boots. I naturally enquired if they were a recent acquisition and received confirmation that they were, styled like Roman sandals; open toed with a series of straps that stopped just below the knee. A really good choice for a really hot afternoon.

I returned from the Bathroom wearing the contents of my perv bag. By the time I returned to the playroom for Mistress’s inspection the shorts, being loose legged, were already showing signs of sweat, but obviously a lot cooler than wearing a full rubber suit. 

Now on the floor attending Mistress’s gladiator boots I received a tattoo of loud thwacks as she enthusiastically wielded her luxurious suede whip across my back and buttocks, Maggie calls it her Amsterdam whip as she had bought it while on a trip there. The sound of the whip on the latex shorts reminded me of the old adage that the whips bark is far worse than its bite, in fact there was nothing menacing about it, I just embraced its deliciously sensual feeling as my tongue worked hard at shining her Roman sandals.

It was nice being able to kiss and caress Maggie’s toes through their nylon covering but it was a different matter trying to trace my tongue along the boot’s many straps. As I progressed my buttocks were warming and that was when I felt a slight trickle of sweat, not much but concerning nevertheless, I might wet the whole of the Playroom carpet!

I was prepared for what has recently become Mistress’s new norm when it comes to inserting my butt plug; approach Mistress backwards on all fours and in it goes! Then, turning around, I am to approach Mistress so I can be fitted with my working hood; a simple style with eye and mouth openings and holes for my nostrils. I was to have one extra piece of attire today and Mistress instructed me to lie on the latex bed. The zip on my shorts was opened and she installed a chastity device, finishing with the thrilling click that always accompanies a freshly locked up cock.

A flush of excitement passed over me as I guessed what my training may involve next, and I wasn’t wrong. Mistress said I would be going under her glass toilet to be rehydrated fresh from the source, a duty which is always a privilege. The glass toilet comes with its own hood, one that is snapped into place around the edge of the toilet bowl once its victim is in place he becomes part of the furniture. Mistress pulled the toilet hood over the one as I was already wearing and zipped it up, which made my head look like a black latex flower with the toilet hood hanging around my shoulders like half wilted petals. Well, I suppose all flowers need watering and I was instructed to duck under the toilet to receive mine.

Wrist cuffs were used to secure me to the base of the toilet and a spreader bar attached between my ankles. The anticipation of what I was about to receive was palpable. I got a few glimpses from inside the toilet bowl of Maggie moving around and getting ready to take a seat, and it was a stunning vista.

However, this vision didn’t last long as the toilet seat was closed. There, in the dark I could only wait with growing excitement for what I was about to receive. From inside the pan I believed I could hear a new bottle of aromas being opened, this was confirmed when the lid lifted slightly giving a brief hint of light and a heavily soaked cloth fell on my face. That only added to the excitement. Imagine being a U-bend in a toilet and being able to inhale pleasant smells. I wonder if heaven is akin to being down the toilet, inhaling aromas and awaiting one of the best experiences a pervert could ever want? 

I didn’t have long to wait before I received a full bladder load of Mistresses piss. As she seated herself it was almost as dark as when the seat was down, but I am aware from previous times when I have been in the same situation where my drink will be dispensed from and did my best to position myself accordingly. A slow gentle flow entered my mouth, it allowed me to make final adjustments before Maggie let loose the full flow. Oh what a plentiful and delightful drink with every last drop hitting the bullseye. Maggie examined her toilet, impressed that she couldn’t find a single stray drop of liquid inside the toilet hood she complimented me on my performance. Thank you Maggie I really enjoyed that drink.

At a recent session when we weren’t able to include Mistress’ inflatable rubber suit, she promised I could wear it at the next opportunity. Little were we to know that this would be on one of the hottest days of the summer. Still, Mistress is always good on her promises, and after a quick pit stop to remove my butt plug and replace it with a pair of Kegel balls the suit was bought down from its hanger so I could climb into it. I am really fortunate that I love total latex enclosure and not too bothered by any temperature level, even that of the Playroom today, despite the fan whirring away in an attempt to alleviate the heat.

Before the suit was inflated, Mistress brought out her serving tray and loosely strapped it around my waist and looped it about my shoulders. I have very fond memories of wearing the tray before, for serving two of Mistress’s friends with a cup of tea whilst I was fully rubbered…  I digress.

The electric pump quickly inflated the suit and my double skinned latex ensemble was completed with an inflatable hood, both in a matching pewter colour. I gripped the mouth tube between my teeth while Maggie, rather sensibly, used a hand pump to pump that up. As the hood inflated the Perspex eyes gradually moved up my head so I was left looking predominantly at the top of the walls and ceiling unless I bent forward, that was my visible world. 

Mistress sat in her rightful place on her Throne and expressed her own need to be cooled down, I was called over to fan her. I managed to produce a breeze by wafting the tray, that made a loud clanking sound until I was able to control the chains with my thumbs, then I was offered a clip board which was a lot easier to manoeuvre. What wasn’t so easy were the two trips I was asked to make to the Bathroom, to replenish Mistress’ glass with cool refreshing water. 

These two trips were made far more difficult as Maggie insisting I carried the glass on the tray. I carefully manoeuvred through the Playroom door and headed down the corridor with the glass suitably balanced on the tray. I have a confession to make, that as soon as I closed the Playroom door I carried the glass which I thought was both quicker and safer, returning the glass to the tray as I knocked on the Playroom door for re-entry.

What turned out to be a very fortunate unplanned incident occurred, caused by the hood’s high pressure driving the zip open until my head popped out of its covering. Why was this incident so fortunate? Well, when we replaced the hood, I firstly adjusted it so that the Perspex glasses would actually allow me to focus on my Mistress without having to crane my neck and the hood was further secured with my slave collar. It was far, far easier after that to see where I was going on further trips to the bathroom. 

After cooling and amusing Mistress with a lot more fanning I had the tray detached and was secured, spread eagled to the latex bed. The inflatable hood was removed and replaced with the red gas mask and aromas pump hose, and my inflatable suit was pumped up a bit more. Ah a little relief from all the hard fanning, or so I thought. Fortunately the plentiful supply of aromas helped me to withstand the torments of the electrified drum brush that Mistress raked across my exposed metal chastity cage that I was still wearing. I think Maggie was most amused by the dance I did to her drum beats, I was doing so much jerking, jiggling along with the occasional pitiful plea. She sure could make a good drummer in a rock 'n’ roll band with her rhythmic rattling!

All good things come to an end and I was finally released from the bed to divest myself of the inflatable suit and Kegel balls. The air extraction can be a slow process, but because of the volume of fluids that had built up inside the suit I was able to carefully ease it off while still partially deflated.

Mistress offered me a coffee and John, Maggie's husband, did raise an eyebrow that I had actually been subjected to the inflatable suit on such a hot day, but in reality I loved it. The heat, the snugness and the sweat all added to my delight at yet another stunning session. Thank you Mistress Maggie. Roll on session 252. 

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