Filming

On Thursday afternoon I received my calling mail from Mistress Maggie, the final sentence of the mail had me intrigued;

‘Make sure you do good grooming as I intend to do some filming’.

Out of curiosity I looked up ‘filming’ in the Chambers dictionary and it returned:

A series of images, often of moving objects, recorded and edited to tell a story, present a subject, etc, and shown in the cinema.

Now Maggie's comment and the definition were as intriguing as each other. Was I to be the next James Bond, but a rubber one? Jo Nep 003.5, that has a certain ring to it. Or was it to be a documentary on a day in the life of Mistress’s rubber slave? Or even a simple training video on how Maggie encourages her charges to extend their horizons?  Perhaps an Oscar...

Well, whatever Maggie had planned it would sure to be an exciting excursion into the world of film making and it wouldn’t be long before I found out. I rang the doorbell to The Chambers to be greeted by a vision of loveliness. Maggie was wearing what I think was a new black rubber bra, the most prominent feature being a pair of pert nipples standing out against the latex. A latex hood and ponytail topped off with cap, and lower down Maggie wore black latex stockings that disappeared underneath a tight skirt of transparent latex.

Mistress’s bum cheeks were perfectly visible through her latex skirt and I almost succumbed to planting a kiss on one of them as we proceeded upwards to The Playroom, but once again I managed to restrain myself. One of these days I will do it and then risk suffering the consequences, it will be worth it for a confirmed rubber pervert like me. Arriving upstairs I donned my latex shorts, socks and gloves and very conscientiously worshipped Maggie's boots, Maggie was in charge of a riding crop that can deliver quite a crack, however she used it very, very lightly and dare I say it’s capable of delivering a very sensual tapping when used that way. 

There was neither a plug or a dildo used for initial ass stretching, instead I was to wear an open faced hood and was instructed to take my place over the horse where I was lubed up and Mistress took me from behind, so gently and without vigour initially because my bum wasn't pre stretched, but then as my ass became more receptive, the phallus eased its way in until there was nothing left to insert, at this point Maggie increased the tempo and gave me a thorough rogering. I love the feeling of power that Maggie exudes whenever I am taken, I simply want to be mounted by my Mistress, I love the sensual stimulation it generates and once felt I never want it to end. My memory returned to a time when Mistress got a little carried away with the mounting and the horse was genuinely rocking... such happy memories.

Once thoroughly ridden Mistress removed her dildo and harness and filled the gaping, well used orifice with an inflatable butt plug that was to remain there until the very end. Raising myself up off the horse I took a pretty hard slap across my face… ‘You were advised to do good grooming’, said Maggie in an obviously displeased tone. She had spotted a little stubble on my chin and I must admit it was quite visible when framed by the open faced hood, although I had made sure my lower regions were as hair free as possible with a copious application of Veet the previous evening.

It was at this point that I realised I had used the wrong Chambers edition to research filming. Mistress Maggie’s version of The Chambers' dictionary gave a totally different definition of the word; to cover your toys with a stout layer of cling film. This was the type of filming I was to be involved with, starting right now!

Standing under the gantry I watched as Mistress wound her wide roll of clear film around me from my knees to my nipples, leaving my lower legs and arms free to allow sufficient movement to reach The Clinic, and waddling like a plastic duck, Mistress guided me there.

Once inside I was told to sit on the latex covered couch, a much more suitable position for Mistress to complete my filming. When she was satisfied with her hard work I was fitted into the clear plastic hood which had two good sized holes to allow for adequate re-breathing and a pair of googly goggles placed over my eyes instantly changed my vision with their kaleidoscopic lenses giving the whole room an eerie vista.

In her role of rubber nurse Maggie now began explaining today’s order of events. I had become her plastic coated alien and as such she needed to undertake certain experiments to determine what species I was. By now I was hooked up to the rebreathing bellows and receiving a stream of aromas and I was starting to believe that I was that alien and this beautiful earthling nurse was going to 'investigate' her plastic toy.

Maggie started the tests by cutting away at my plastic skin, discovering what she took to look like a humanlike nipple, her scissors were kept busy until she had created two circular holes at chest level. The two curious pink buds required further investigation, steel stretchometers were attached enabling her to check their elasticity, a long needle through each bud allowed the buds to be wound upwards and their stretching progress observed.

Maggie appeared quite excited by her observations, noting down her results, she mentioned to the creature that she was going to stretch its buds’ areas a little further using suction cups, which looked like female breasts when seen through goggled eyes like mine.

Fitting the breast cups proved a little tricky because of the close proximity of my tightly pinioned arms, but after a little manipulation my nurse was satisfied there was an airtight seal and pumped away quite happily. The suction was immense and also facilitated the taking of a small sample of red body fluid from her alien patient. At this point I think alien let out one or two noises that sounded a bit like a squealing pig.

Nurse Maggie then turned her attention to a bulging area of my body that could possibly be reproductive organs. After opening up my plastic skin my supposed ‘reproductive organ' felt a blast of earth air and on being touched, began to swell. Maggie massaged it for a while before giving the organ some suction too with what she called a penis pump.

As she continued pumping my beautiful nurse put her hand on my face, disabling my breath holes, after a time this causes an alien to panic and move its head wildly, my organ swelled even more and once again I started squealing like a pig. 

The results with the penis pump were satisfying, and she concluded that with a little pneumatic assistance aliens also have organs that can be stimulated to grow. Conclusion, yes this alien likely has reproductive organs similar to humans.

To reinforce her conclusions about the similarities between human and alien organs, she applied several electrodes around these strange appendages and at the same time, conscious that this alien may be struggling to breath in the Clinic’s oxygen rich atmosphere, she applied a full cover anaesthesia hood and reverted to pumping the same CO₂ supplemented elixir that had pleased her alien earlier. When electric, constant vibrations and wafts of elixir were operational at the same time Maggie observed the alien with interest for a while, and came to the conclusion that there were a lot of similarities between kinky humans and this plastic coated alien currently on her operating couch.

By now, this alien had picked up some human dialogue and was able to thank Mistress Maggie for undertaking these valuable experiments on her captive subject.

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