Last of 25

There was not too much information in the calling mail from Mistress yesterday;

Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and black accessories and your trusty butt plug.

However, if you use the fact that it is our last session before Christmas, the time of year when a famous man wears black boots, gloves and a bright red suit, what was I to guess? The logical conclusion is Father Christmas, and I wondered if Mistress Maggie might be repeating what she did in 2017 and dress her slave as a rubber Santa?

This however was only a guess and many of those have rarely proven right for this stupid slave. I will have to wait; wend my way through traffic lights, park up and knock at The Chambers door and... only then would I find out what delights my Mistress has in store for her very willing slave.

It turns out I was not to become Santa Clause for 2025, but I did think all my Christmases had come at once when Mistress opened the door and I caught sight of what she was wearing. Well, to be more precise, what she wasn’t wearing. The transition from light outside to the lower light in her hall left my eyes straining to understand exactly what I was seeing. I did determine elements of a nurses uniform, translucent apron, ruched black top with puffy shoulders and a strappy black little number that almost qualified as a skirt, all in latex of course and teamed with her bright red PVC thigh boots. What really threw me was trying to work out what her derriere was covered in, not to mention the very tantalising view of the rounded silhouette of Mistress’s breasts that were almost peeking out from under her apron, sufficiently for me to gather that they were naked.

I was salivating somewhat as I followed Mistress upstairs. Mistress stopped a couple of times and I wondered if that was the cue to find out what was covering those beautiful buttocks. I didn’t lean to kiss them but in the light of the staircase it became obvious that Mistress was actually wearing NOTHING over her derriere, what I’d thought was a thin, transparent covering in the dark was actually a wonderful image of alabaster cheeks, and it was probably a wise decision not to plant a kiss on her bare bum!

On reaching the Playroom my luck changed. I received the bollocking of my life akin to the howler from Mrs Weasley in Harry Potter. I wont go into the details of my misdemeanours, suffice is to say I thoroughly deserved being reprimanded. I was told that I should receive a good, deserved, thrashing, one that definitely wouldn’t fit comfortably into her schedule today, but I should be prepared to receive my harsh punishment on a more suitable occasion. I was relieved to escape the immediate thrashing, but very humbled to know that my actions had so upset my owner. This was all before the start of the session and before I was calmly told to leave my red suit on the bed to air in the warmth, and to return from the bathroom in my socks and gloves. I was, of course wearing my slave collar to top off the black latex.

Under instruction I worked really hard at licking, kissing, stroking and worshipping every inch of the red boots that adorned Mistress beautiful legs. There was a lot of boot to clean and I actually enjoyed the fact that my arse only received a firm cropping to encourage activities.

On with the red suit now, and once again I didn’t need to bother Mistress as it just slipped easily without any talcing. Taking care to do up the wrist and ankle zips I was able to stand and present a tidy, red rubber toy for Mistress’s approval, a bloody cold one, but one of the delights of wearing this material is that it soon warms up, and it did. Mistress inspected me from top to bottom and changed the position of my nipple zips; a bit ominous I thought, as each pair of zipper pulls were adjusted so they sat exactly atop my nipples where they could be so easily accessed.

‘Where’s your plug, slave?’, Mistress asked.

Oh no, I feared I’d forgotten to bring it! A quick trip to the Bathroom allowed me to rummage through my perv bag where I thankfully found it. Returning clutching my little red invader I placed it on Maggie’s counter.

‘Over the horse slave’.

Bent over with zip open to expose my arsehole, in went my plug. I silently counted as its three ribs passed my sphincter, nice and easy and leaving me feeling full. Zipped in place I stood to attention waiting the next instruction. I didn’t have to wait long and it came as a surprise. I was once again instructed to bend over the Horse in a way that I could support my body along its length. Before I could scream Mistress delivered three hard strokes with a stout cane. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. And that was it.

‘I couldn’t resist’, said Mistress. ‘Let’s hope that that short example has taught you what to expect when I have a better opportunity to punish you properly!’

I was to thank Mistress for the deserved thwacking and we moved on, literally. I was led by my collar through to the Clinic for my treatment to begin. I immediately focussed on the red hood that had been commented on in a recent mail exchange and I thought to myself, this is going to be another really fun session. It didn’t take long for me to be wearing the cannula of Maggie's husbands superb invention that would be used for aromas delivery, a couple of pieces of tape retained the cannula to prevent it being disturbed while the double layer hood was gently fitted, and things were looking decidedly rosy. The face covering was left open and although the view was somewhat restricted I was able to gaze at my wonderful Mistress.

And so to the business end. The crotch zip was gently eased open along with an instruction to shuffle down towards the edge of the couch. An instruction that sounded decisively like a good pegging was about to materialise, so I waited in great anticipation! 

The first operation saw my cock and balls extracted through the created opening and tied in a tight harness with a short piece of rope. Naturally I couldn't see the process, but I have experienced this on so many occasions that I could visualise the activity. Basically, the harness was a means of separating my balls before they were bound individually and tied off around the base of my cock. There is something truly orgasmic from this action and yet another sign of who exactly is in charge.

By this stage I had already been securely strapped down to the couch; 3 straps across my body and wrists shackled and attached to the couch. Given how I love to steal a stroke of Maggie’s latex covered curves at the  least opportunity, the bondage caused me somewhat of a dilemma. I had relative freedom to move my arms, but only in an arc, it made it virtually impossible to make contact with Mistress even when she was close to me.

Mistress stood beside me and reached out to my roped up cock and balls with her sensual latex covered hand, quietly playing with me for a good amount of time. Then her other hand joined in and I was fortunate to receive a mouthful of Mistress’s latex covered fingers, so though I was unable to touch, there was no doubt that my mouth and genitals were well tended to with rubber. 

Ah, I was not to receive a pegging but a good seeing to with a huge black rubber cock, and what’s more, I must lubricate it myself. A rubber condom was applied and the big dildo inserted into my mouth, in it went, deeper and deeper, but never quite enough to cause a gag reflex. I was also just able to see Mistress’s fantastic breasts that either by design or by accident had worked their way around the sides of her apron and Mistress made it quite obvious that she was teasing her slave. She knows I love her body and kept them in sight but out of touch. Meanwhile, down below, it took a lot of willpower not to explode as Maggie gave my wand a long, magical massage. Oh! far more frustration but, Maggie knows exactly how to frustrate this slave! I wonder if Harry Potter had his wand . . .

What a thing to think about in the midst of superb cock massage. As yet I had not been offered a single sniff of aromas, but I understand this was quite deliberate on Maggie's part, because without the aromas my erection is sustained for a longer period.

Now I had finished lubricating the BBC (Big Black Cock, nothing to do with the TV channel!), Mistress supplied me with a heavy dose of her pumped elixir and diverted her attention to inserting the BBC up my bum.  It started very gentle to fill the space recently stretched by my own plug. This time it penetrated way, way deeper than it had done orally and Mistress made sure it gave me a real good f*cking, one that could have led to another embarrassing situation had Mistress not stopped at the right time. I feel so lucky that Mistress has an amassed knowledge of my sexual libido and when to stop and start stimulation!

I don't recall having seen the next piece of equipment, perhaps it was a new toy? It was a very effective gag that was strapped on top of the still open hood I was wearing. It proved comfortable and easy to breathe through until a rather large, rubber bladder was attached. This time I was not going to even attempt bypassing the rebreather despite it being totally unyielding. No matter how much I tried naturally inflating it the balloon would not stretch, so I was left inhaling/exhaling into the bag. Maggie always takes delight in the sight of a rebreather bag being used properly. I may just have redeemed myself with this rebreathing exercise!

As a reward Maggie said she’d allow me extra puffs of aromas delivered through the cannula. True to her word, after a short break Maggie zipped up the front of the hood and allowed me several good puffs. It is a strange sensation, because this hood acts as its own rebreather and that means that instead of breathing out the aromas and it dissipating into the atmosphere, you get the opportunity to re breathe some of the exhaled aromas. More bang for your bucks you might say.

My genital bondage was removed now and Mistress brought out a series of super stretchy silicone bands. There was a little discomfort as these were secured around my cock and balls, leaving the area in their tight grip, conductive loops were incorporated into the arrangement and a while later conductive pads were placed in nearby areas of my groin, creating a diverse mix of sensations when Mistress turned her electrics on. The circuit connected to my cock was rhythmic and VERY frustrating. It pulsed for just long enough to excite then . . .  stopped! The circuit attached to my ball area was altogether more demanding, although it was pulsing it felt like a 100 little needles all massaging quite a large area around my groin.

When happy with her slave’s response to her stimulation, Mistress moved her attention to a different area. I’d received a goodly dose of aromas during the stimming which had had a relaxing effect on my sphincter, providing her with opportunity to give my ass a more vigorous and deeper penetrating thrusts with the dildo. Using a moment’s pause in the thrusts, Mistress opened the hood and I did see her adding batteries to the dildo. Turned on to full power Maggie continued to ram home the BBC. Yet another experience that Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave to enjoy. Thank you Mistress.

Ah yes, about the title 'Last of 25'. Mistress is not training over the Christmas period and this is my last trip on my journey to becoming a better slave for 2025. I would like to wish anyone who has read this far, and in particular Maggie and her husband John, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and I can now look forward to restarting my road to enlightenment in early January 2026.