Due to Mistress Maggie and myself having a series of health related issues I’d been unable to serve since session 261, back on the 17th April. However, it had not been all doom and gloom during that period, because Mistress and her husband John were kind enough to invite me round on most Friday’s for coffee and a catchup. Latterly, as I started to feel in better shape I was brave enough to wear some latex to whet my appetite. My black latex tee shirt and cream short sleeved, latex dress shirt came into prominence for these visits, and I was relieved that Mistress didn’t appear to object.
A couple of weeks ago, both Mistress and I were feeling sufficiently recovered to tentatively arrange our first session in 154 days. I knew Mistress would work hard, she always does, and my job as her slave was to ensure she did not overdo her enthusiasm on her slave. A similar feeling to my first visit was lurking in the background, perhaps not the worry, but certainly the same kind of apprehension about what was about to happen that I had experienced on my very first visit. Was Mistress going to make allowances for my lack of practice? Was Mistress sufficiently recovered not to do herself any damage? What would be my reaction…?
I needn't have worried, in fact I never have cause to worry, the feelings of total sub judication resurfaced the moment Mistress invited me in to The Chambers. I was greeted with my goddess wearing her black catsuit and boots, her clinic red apron and matching nurse insignia, she was wearing long white gloves and used one of them to elegantly wave me in. I knew I was back in the zone and that the afternoon would be just as enjoyable as all the preceding 261 sessions. I followed Mistress upstairs at a respectful distance and followed her into the familiar surroundings of the warmed Playroom.
I was soon back in a familiar position to perform my initial homage to Mistress’s footwear and, of course, that familiar touch of Maggie's crop as it slapped or caressed whichever body part came within its range. After this warm up I was to sit on the bed so I could spend a few moments answering a series of questions about my current fitness, Mistress was happy that my answers confirmed that I was fighting fit, and I was immediately able to return to my rightful place at her beck and call.
I collected my black Invincible catsuit from where it had been warming on the bed, initially it was awkward getting my legs and arms down the right bits, but memory came back and I soon had it on and zipped up. I think I may have lost a little weight in the intervening 154 days because the suit slipped on very easily indeed and consequently I was pleased that I hadn’t needed to ask for any assistance. Maggie completed my rubberization with the hood from her system mask kit, she had remembered my wonky knees and I was instructed to don a pair of kneepads that were waiting nearby, just as well, because no sooner had I got them on I was guided on all fours into The Clinic and told to jump onto the couch. Well, not actually jump because I have the greatest respect for all The Chambers apparatus, so still on all fours I tentatively climbed into position.
Now armed with a pair of examination gloves Mistress proceeded to examine my butt, using two of her fingers she explored every part in a way that had me certain she had memorised my butt’s size and shape, I relished being opened up again after such a long time and the insertion of an inflatable butt plug certainly registered, not in any way painful and memories of this bulging sensation came rushing back. I found out afterwards that Mistress had given me a jab in the buttocks. She hadn’t believed I would need the warning of ‘a little prick’ given the large gauge of needle she had chosen, but the action had barely registered.
And now for more latex! Mistress help me into the fabulous clinic red catsuit, very soft, very roomy and incredibly touchy feely by being chlorinated, although my own latex gloves which I have yet to dip did in some way dull the sensation. I was pleased because I had made the mistake of wearing short latex socks which left a small gap between my socks and Invincible suit, but the red catsuit nicely covered that gap and that familiar feeling of being TOTALLY latex enclosed had arrived giving me the familiar thrill and reminder of being Maggie’s latex plaything.
Not that she had viewed it, but a while ago I’d mentioned a video clip I’d seen that showed a rubber drone being reprogrammed, I’d forgotten all about it but Mistress had decided that after the lengthy break, today would be a suitable day to take the hint and for me to be programmed to become an obedient rubber medical toy. First I was to wear a tight, black and white posture collar and to ensure I would be quiet, was eagerly silenced with a quickly inflated butterfly gag, plus a leather blindfold. There was a problem with the blindfold, it was right on the bridge of my nose and definitely not feeling comfortable, I understand why it was essential, but knew it would detract from the reprogramming and mumbled as best as I could that it was too tight. The message got through and Mistress backed off the buckle by a hole or two. On reflection, it may be more effective to use a rubber blindfold or latex bandage if there’s a next time?
Mistress got busy fastening me tightly to the couch using cuffs and straps, once secured I was given headphones to wear, and for an indeterminate period I was subjected to non stop repeating message -
‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’
‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’
‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’.
… the same message drilled into me for a long, long time. Part way through my reprogramming I began feeling my rubber skin and it was so nice I was starting to believe I was actually made of rubber! A delightful feeling and thank you for helping me realise another of my fantasies.
During my programming Mistress attached a cock cage and was able to drain me by inserting a fancy silicone catheter down my re-shaped cock end. Unfortunately it slipped out, but Mistress had her usual latex ones in stock and eventually fixed it whilst I was enjoying the indoctrination!
Eventually the programming mantra stopped and the blindfold, gag and collar were removed and replaced with the front gas mask part of the system mask. Many moons ago Maggie had done a very clever zip alteration to the system mask, enabling it to fit heads of varying sizes. Since then it has easily fitted my fat head and I lay there with the perpetual mantra still ringing in my ears.
‘I am rubber. I am…’ and of course, with the gas mask now in place I was finally allowed to breathe in any amount of aromas my rubbered nurse cared to prescribe. Wow… I had missed these gas blasts for far too long.
Next Mistress had me undergo a strange form of breath control. There was no need for additional equipment, just Mistress’s instructions; ‘Breathe in’ hold until ‘breathe out’ hold until ‘breathe in…’, there was no consistent pattern to her instruction and a number of longer, hard to manage gaps did occur. Nevertheless I did manage this regulated form of control until Mistress may have been occupied by something else and forgot to mention ‘Breathe in’, and I had to sneak a breath. With the mischievousness that Mistress is adept at, the puffs of aroma she sent through my pipe disrupted my concentration and I succumbed to doing the shallowest intake I could survive on, hoping Maggie wouldn’t notice. She did of course. Mistress doesn’t miss anything as far as her subjects are concerned and thrives on the opportunity to get you into more trouble than you’re already in! Anyway, I’m still breathing despite the whole breathing exercise lasting 15 or even 20 minutes!
For the grand finale, Mistress applied nipple twisters, and while my tits were rising she had planned on treating my newly designed cock to some urethral sounding applied. Not good news I’m afraid, the last time we tried sounds, earlier this year the sound could not be inserted more than five inches and the same occurred today, it might be a bit tricky describing how I know that to a GP! As you would guess, Mistress thought it best to abandon my sounding and I had a pair of electric bulldog clips clipped onto my balls instead. Once again the headphones were slipped over my ears, when the e-stim started so did a different mantra -
‘Shock equals obedience
Shock equals obedience’….
and bit by bit the electro levels were increased to make sure the mantra was meaningful.
I am so pleased to be back in harness, and as I suspected it was Mistress who was the more tired from the session. I owe her a vote of massive thanks for once again making me her very willing rubber plaything and putting in a lot of energy to make it happen and hope that I will never have to suffer another long layoff of 154 days.
Thank you
Mistress Maggie.
