This week I felt far more confident about serving Mistress in the manner to which she has come to expect; immediately and without question. In fact I had been perusing my promise to Mistress before I left home and would be honouring this oath if at all humanly possible:
I promise that I will do my best:
To love my Mistress,
To serve my Mistress,
To help others to join my Mistress in slavery
To keep the Mistresses Law.
and
To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question.
After the long break between sessions I was really back in the zone, and when I arrived at The Chambers all the familiar feelings of true adoration, worship and absolute loyalty were there immediately when I saw my perfect Mistress. At this point I would normally add a link to www.MistressMaggie.com, but Mistress is retired now and her website has been updated to reflect this. While Maggie still feels able to see a few customers, I feel extremely privileged that she has agreed to keep this recalcitrant slave under her wing and continue to provide me with the most exciting times a slave could ever wish for.
Today Mistress was wearing a coordinated plum coloured outfit made up of briefs and a loose summery top. However it was her beautiful legs that my eyes were drawn to, fully on view albeit slightly shrouded in fishnets and that very lickable pair of lace-up black boots.
I also had a magnificent low angled vista of my owner and her adorable legs as we made our way unhurriedly to the Playroom, where I was to begin my obligatory boot worship. I am more than happy to commence my session with this duty as the act elevates me into a very submissive zone. I expect and have even grown to appreciate the numerous good thwackings I have received whilst worshipping Mistress’s boots, and again I wasn’t disappointed when the 9 sharp tails from a leather whip began landing on my skin, although I did try and keep my cock and balls out of its reach as much as possible. I probably shouldn’t have said that!
Now it was my turn to don some plum latex, well a catsuit at least. As yet I have not been able to locate gloves and socks to match my catsuit, so have to be satisfied with those being black, I am still looking though. The thing about the plum catsuit is its made from reasonably thin material which allows it to be slipped on and mould to my anatomy oh so snugly, it is also a suit that quickly builds up a nice perspiration. Its main zip is a three-way one that Mistress can and does adjust to expose various bits of body parts, today she exposed my bum hole and guided me towards an awaiting wooden chair.
The chair had a greased-up butt plug roped onto its slatted seat, I recognised it as one that I had regularly worn as part of my anal stretching training. When instructed to sit on it we both realised why I have advanced past this plug. It’s very floppy and a fair bit smaller than the personal butt plug I have now. Its floppiness in particular made it hard to slide into position correctly. Still, once my arms and legs were roped to the chair I was able to wiggle about and enjoy the softness. In a way I was quite relieved, because the wooden slats of the chair can become quite torturous if seated on them for any length of time.
Many moons ago when I was considering buying the catsuit, Maggie had insisted that I should choose to have multiple useful zips. ‘They are quite essential,’ she’d said, ‘Make sure you specify everywhere they are needed with your order’. Those zips have made so many pleasurable things possible, I must thank Maggie for that. However, one disadvantage of having a catsuit with such flexible zips was the ease that Mistress was now pulling it down my arms and making my chest bare. Mistress produced a worn stocking and pulled it over my head and then made a hole at my mouth. Her beautiful legs are on the petite side and as a consequence the nylon fitted very tightly. ‘These are yesterday’s pants’, she said, stuffing them all the way home into my mouth. I chewed them quite a bit to moisten the material, but unfortunately I wasn’t able to get that sense that the panties were actually used. Still, it’s the thought that counts! A see-through latex blindfold was pulled down over my eyes, completing the foundation for my head dressing.
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Before progressing to the next head dressing stage Maggie thought it would be good to let me have a good pegging. Not the normal ‘pegging’, but rather a dozen or more clothes pegs attached to a stout rope were clipped onto my now bare chest passing through my nipples, and slowly one by one they were tugged free. Not content with the slightly muffled grunts emanating through the panties Mistress decided a more ‘vigorous’ removal of the repositioned pegs was required. Now that did force several grunts as the pegs were zipped off very quickly. Thankfully, I could see Maggie gathering them up and she put them back into the box where they’d appeared from.
Now it was time for a head covering like I’ve never had before, consisting of four phases. Phase one, a rubber hood was applied over the stocking and blindfold, I could breathe easily so all was good with the world, although vision was starting to be restricted. Then phase two with another latex hood, this one had zips at mouth and eyes which Maggie kindly left open, nevertheless my vision was more impaired and breathing somewhat restricted. Stage three saw me squeezed into another latex hood, very similar to the previous one, except its eyes and mouth were zipped shut. Finally it was stage four, the Snout hood which behaves like a rebreather, a good thick rubber number which laces up the back, and with careful positioning by Maggie I was able to breath through its one solitary eyelet.
By now I was completely blind, but as a reward I did receive some very welcome lungful's of aromas, that really helped me appreciate my world of dark rubber isolation. As you’d expect, it was only a matter of time before this restricted breath began to take its toll, but as soon as I asked her Mistress peeled off the four hoods leaving just the tasty panty gag between my teeth. ‘Thank you, I will have my knickers back now slave’, said Mistress as she removed them from my mouth and de-roped me from the wooden ‘torture’ chair.
Next, I was ordered to bend over the whipping horse, just to allow Mistress to fit my red butt plug. I enjoy its good, filling size and the lovely shudder it always induces when the largest final rib enters my bum hole. Once in though my plug is remarkably comfortable and with the zip closed was now securely in situ, although rather ominously Maggie had left my cock and balls exposed to the elements, and I expected that they would likely be receiving Mistress's attention before the day was out.
Now wearing a simple black latex hood I had to lie on the bed where my wrists were secured with cuffs to the bed frame. I felt happily relaxed, but that soon changed as Maggie brought out that very heavy, very mean looking wooden ball stretcher. I say wooden but the business end is a very substantial screw attachment and leather straps that are connected just above the knees to give the stretcher, maximum pulling power. Every turn of the wheel influences the way your tethered balls feel, however, today it was not all about stretching.
Mistress massaged my balls before starting the long pull. This was a gradual increase in the tension on my ball sac. A few turns at a time and, stop. Mistress took time in between turns to tickle the end of my cock with a fluffy red feather. A few more turns, a lot of stroking then a few more turns until she was satisfied I had reached my limit. Another half turn and I think my balls might have parted company with my body. As my balls progressed further away from my body the aches started off dull, but gradually increased with each rotation of the wheel to the point where I just had to beg for mercy.
Mistress is not a sadist, well not completely, so after a very short time, the balls were released from their elongated position and I was given some time to recover. All of my zippers were now tightly closed and I was inserted into relative heaven; The latex bondage sheath. Very tight and quite tricky to get on correctly, but eventually we succeeded and I think the job took more out of Maggie than it did myself. I had the luxury of being able to wear the s10 gas mask and after a fashion I inched towards the bed, managing to lie on it without too many hiccoughs.
I have frequently said that Mistress rewards hard work, and I must have performed ‘adequately’ because an extended aromas hose was being fitted to the mask and Maggie allowed me plenty of intoxicating puffs, she then quietly laid the thick latex bed sheet across me and allowed me some quiet contemplative time underneath the warm rubber bedclothes. After a suitable time and more supplies of her perfect medicine Maggie must have fancied a good laugh, as she asked me to shuffle across the bed so we could both snuggle under the covers for the final fun of the session. It took a while for me to shuffle sufficiently to make room for her to settle under the covers next to me, as it is definitely not easy trying to move across a bed when tightly enclosed in that latex sack! Yet we did achieve it and it made a suitably rubbery and lovely end to the session.
Yet another GREAT session and Maggie is, without any doubt, the only Mistress that I would choose to serve and obey. Thank you Maggie.
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