Red Boots and Nipple Training

I had no clue as to which direction Mistress Maggie wanted to take my training today. Her calling mail had not given me a scoobie doo, but I knew that whatever Maggie had planned would be exciting and hopefully entertaining for her, and if that was achieved I would be extremely happy. However, when Maggie opened the door to The Chambers it was immediately unmistakable that if I played my cards right I would be in for a real treat, as Mistress’s piss pants were on prominent display through the backless skirt she was wearing. The bladder remained disappointingly empty as it swayed tantalisingly right in my eyeline as we mounted the stairs. It is almost impossible to describe the excitement and thrill this vision generates, suffice is to say it takes me right into the zone of where I can serve my Mistress in any way she wants.

Reaching the playroom my first act was the worship of Mistress’s spectacular red over the knee boots. These are comfortable for my Mistress to wear having little to no heels, being PVC they are so smooth and it is a great experience to lick and kiss them all the way from heel to just above the knee, once more being careful not to overstep the boot tops. Each time I lick to the boot tops I am greeted with that magnificent vista of the bladder in Mistress’s piss pants, unfortunately still empty.

The occasional crop across my naked skin reminds me not to stray into forbidden territory. It appears to be becoming part of my training that after the boot worship I am immediately asked to turn around and reverse towards Maggie, where my butt plug is lubed up and waiting to be inserted into its home.

Now hooded with a very comfortable latex hood, I was spreadeagled on the bed and secured with the wrist and ankle cuffs that usually adorn the 4 corners. A nice, helpless situation to be in until things start to be more playful for Maggie but painful for her slave. ‘I’ll start with something that’s not too demanding’, said Mistress as she applied a pair of soft grip pegs to my nipples.

I must admit my nipples have become complacent and this corrective nipple training has been long overdue. Not content with the nipple pegs, Mistress disappeared to retrieve another set of pegs that were spaced out along a stout length of string. I think I was about to be subjected to what is called zipping? There was some amusement and not unsubstantial relief when some of the pegs broke, plastic pegs are prone to that type of failure, but unfortunately there were still sufficient good ones to continue with Mistress’s plans.

The first round of zipping concentrated on applying pegs to my balls. You know what is coming. You try and steel yourself but it is still a shock as Maggie pulls on the cord and the pegs are removed in rapid succession, biting on my scrotal flesh until they have to let go. It didn't half make me jump and I was thankful for the ankle straps, they prevented me from really kicking off. It was a good effort for Maggie’s first attempt, but as you’d expect, she insisted on more practice to make sure her technique was perfect.

The pegs were reattached but this time both my cock and balls would be included. Now that I knew what to expect, I was a little concerned about my ability to cope with my cock and balls being zipped, thank goodness again for those ankle straps! And just for good luck, Mistress decided a third zipping would be beneficial for my soul! It certainly would; anything that makes Maggie happy is good for my soul and I braced myself, firmly clinging on to the restraints for my dear life. I hadn’t benefitted from such an unzipping for quite a while, and all the time my cock and balls were being zipped the insidious ache in my nipples from their pegs was steadily growing in intensity. Fortunately they were not part of Mistress’s sadistic zip line!

There’s never a session where I don’t engage with some latex, and under Maggie’s instruction I had brought my Invincible catsuit today. With a little help from Maggie it was quickly on and zipped up and a collar with a hanging back strap was secured around my neck along with my personal slave collar. The four shackles from the bed came out again and applied to my ankles and wrists. I was back in familiar, fully rubberised territory and more than happy when Mistress hooked on a dog lead so as to take me for a walk, to retrieve further items for later use. A cardboard box was collected from her bedroom wardrobe and given to me to carry, then on to the Clinic to collect an aromas pump hose.

When we returned to The Playroom Mistress indicated that the box contained her ceremonial high heeled red PVC boots. Ceremonial because their spiky heels are way too high for normal use anymore, but they were sexier than the flat soled ones I had worshipped earlier. I then had one of those wonderful moments as Maggie lay on the bed and I gently removed her working boots and  pulled on her ceremonials. These boots were also much longer and as my licks and kisses reached the tops I was within 2 centimetres of her piss pant’s still empty bladder. Obviously I didn't stray, I am too well trained for that type of mistake, though my mind wandered to a time when I’m sucking on its contents, which hopefully would be before the day has finished. Once Maggie was satisfied with the cleaning, the ceremonials were carefully removed and  packed away until another grand occasion and Maggie's flat ones pulled back on.

I understood now why the cuffs were reapplied as I was secured to The Cell door for further preparations. The first of which was an electric chastity device, then far worse more nipple clamps. If I thought the pegs hurt, these new ones really made me wince, I am sure my eyes were watering behind the latex mask. These little buggers weren’t at all heavy, but made up for it by having serrated teeth and the bite of a shark! Both nipples were starting to regret not having refresher training earlier, they were behaving like wimps and starting to be REALLY sensitive.

Once satisfied that the nipples were receiving suitable 'training' Mistress had me turn round and replaced my own butt plug with an electro one, which fitted nicely and was as comfortable as the one it replaced, until the juice was turned on. It was however, pleasantly tingly and did help to redirect my thoughts a little, away from my aching nipples.

Directed to lie on my side on the rug, the ankle and wrist straps were once again brought into use as was the back strap that had been casually hanging down my back just chilling. My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to D rings on the back strap with carabiners. A most effective hog tie; if I pulled too hard with my legs the back strap tightened and I started to choke, so I thought the best course was to lie still on my side while my tortured nipples we’re being given a rest. 

Maggie's panties were stuffed in my mouth, followed by a hood made of a stretchy mesh material, a strip of red gaffer was applied across my mouth, not tight but sufficient to keep the panties in place, a blindfold completed my revised dressing, and, my nipple training started again!

At this point I would like to have said that I was incredibly lucky in my current situation but the pesky nipple clamps really took all my concentration. Mistress had applied two insect broaches to the nipples, a dangly metal type, it took a minute for Mistress to decide that a ladybird and dragonfly be chosen for this job, and they both had spiky jaws. These just enhanced my 'training' experience. As an aside, the last time I wore these, they were on my cock and balls when crawling through nettles. I said at the time we should have killed them off with insect spray! Fortunately, Mistress left me to quietly contemplate my situation and did not apply any further torment to my nipples etc. and as compensation I continued to receive some gentle comfort from the two electric devices still humming away in the background.

As a reward for being compliant and obedient, Mistress finally decided that a drink was in order. As she straddled me, I could hear the gentle tinkle as the piss pant's bladder started to fill with nectar. It goes without saying that Maggie removed the tape and panties before guiding the piss tube into my waiting lips, and to my extreme delight while bending down she decided to kill two birds with one stone and pulled the nip clamps off.

I sucked and I sucked, much to Mistress amusement as nothing emerged down the tube, so I sucked again and this time Maggie had opened the tap and I was able to receive a welcome rehydration. I was thirsty by now and consumed every last drop that was offered. Nothing spilt, a drained pair of piss pants and a very happy rehydrated slave.

I have learnt a lot from my owner in the wonderful times I have spent being trained and one such trait is the ability to provide assistance to Mistress when she wants to suspend me from the overhead. I know it is not easy for Mistress to lift and stretch to attach the large D suspension arm, so I do it. I know that the suspension harness is heavy to lift so I now do it, under supervision of course. I feel I am becoming more useful to Mistress, I can even raise my legs into the stirrups and once both legs are secured I am flying. An inflated anaesthesia hood made sure I didn't see much of the ride because it had no eye holes. And there I could have hung happily swaying, receiving regular boosters from the aromas pump and steadily breathing in and out through the rebreather bag. 

However, that wasn't the end of my nipple training and I sensed Mistress derived great pleasure from re-attaching the insect clips, then occasionally swapping them from one nipple to the other, ensuring her subject was really benefitting from their deadly embrace. The application of a leather cock harness provided Mistress with some purchase whenever she wanted to get me swinging. Pumped aromas kept me in a wonderfully euphoric state whilst trying to remind myself that the discomfort in my nipples was what Mistress wanted and so it was good for my soul.

Now back at home my nipples were still tingling when I showered in the evening. The warm shafts of water brought back beautiful memories of the session we had just experienced, and after a while in the shower I was able to face the torrent without flinching. It took almost a week for the crustiness and sensitivity in my nipples to fully subside and on occasions I would just stand and massage my buds and remember how fortunate I am to be under Mistress Maggie's control.

Completely Knackered

This session turned out to be one of the most exhausting ones that I have lived through. It all started well when Mistress Maggie ushered me in to The Chambers wearing her stunning red latex catsuit, open faced latex hood topped off with her red pony tail. But the most alluring part of her suit was the front zip’s position, which had been teasingly pulled down to reveal her beautiful breasts presented in a black latex bra. Mistress knows that I am mesmerised by her wonderful physique and I was already well into my submissive/subservient zone before we even mounted the stairs. The open zip torture and that of those wonderfully flowing latex covered buttocks inches from my ogling eyes had me, once again, completely under her spell by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

After I’d laid my red latex suit out on the bed I was told to present myself in black latex socks and matching gloves. I do try to wear my socks for the journey to the Chambers because they are the most difficult to put on when in an excited state, I have also been tempted to wear the gloves but I think Mistress would frown on that, as for attempting to wear other latex under my normal clothes, a definite no no, because in the past Mistress hasn’t approved of me arriving sweaty and especially with sweaty bollocks, leaving with them is fine but they are difficult to grab when moist! Another thing that can be difficult to grab when moist is my butt plug, but today Mistress wasted no time in getting it stuffed up my arse.

Anyway, I returned as instructed and set about my boot worship duties. Mistress was giving my arse, back and anywhere else that took her fancy a right good walloping with what turned out to be a brand new slapper. Its strokes certainly had a sharp bite and she’d nicknamed it her ‘dog whip’. A very suitable name for what was about to transpire during the session

‘Do you have any idea what we might be doing today slave?’, asked Maggie. Of course I hadn’t as the calling mail had given very little by way of a clue. ‘You are going to be my dog’, she said with a big grin. I found it rather strange that Mistress fitted her ‘dog’ with a rather snug fitting lower harness and then had me jump into my red catsuit, after all what would the harness be used for once hidden? On reflection, I had thought it was just another method employed at making her dog more obedient. As an aside, the harness was so tight that it left a memento round my stomach for 24 hours after we finished. Or was the harness to be used to secure a plug-in dog tail once my own stretcher butt plug was removed? I soon found the latter to be the case.

It was at this point Mistress explained that I was to behave like the dog I had become. I was to forget being a loyal slave and operate as a loyal and totally obedient dog. The last word I was allowed was to offer my name as Rufus and that is what I became for the rest of my doggy day. 

Mistress explained that she had secreted several small toys around the Playroom for her pet to retrieve, but as I was a renowned sniffer dog I was to be allowed something to sniff before beginning my ‘fetch’ exercises. But first, I was to get more into character by wearing a doggy hood that came with a snap-on snout. Now this was the clever vehicle for delivering my sniffer aromas. Mistress soaked a hanky in aromas and popped it inside the snout attached to my dog hood. Wow or should I say woof. That hit the spot as Mistress sent me off through the ‘garden’ to sniff out my first prize. I should mention at this point that Maggie had carefully extracted my cock and balls from the suit leaving them exposed and the ‘garden’ consisted of potted nettle plants.

Who said dogs aren’t smart? I cocked my leg whilst traversing the garden so as to raise my balls above the stingers and proceeded very quickly to hunt and retrieve my first find. This dog was perhaps a little too smart because Mistress told me off before insisting 'you must go through the garden to find your toys', she also decided to give me a couple of paws in the form of padded leather mitts. Poor dog. That ended the easy pick-ups. In fact when I found my next prize, a dog bowl full of fresh pee, there was no way to safely lift it with the mitts on and I did spill a drop on the carpet until I learned to slide the bowl inch by inch back to Maggie. Another dose of aromas enhanced my sense of smell as I enjoyed an long sniff at the pee bowl I had found. (A fact you probably already know is a dog has up to 300 million olfactory receptors in its nose,  compared to about six million in humans).

Finds came thick and fast after that; a dog lead under the rug, to be used in a subsequent activity, a bone behind the curtain, a pair of nipple clamps under the end of the bed which proved most ineffective to wear due to the already sweaty nipples, and a dog brush under the centre of the bed, this had a special ‘prize’ sticker attached to it which meant Mistress would give her pet a good brushing. Rufus didn’t like that at all. I always keep my cock and balls clean shaven but Mistress gave them a good prolonged brushing until it was evident that I'd recived my prize. Now this bloody dog brush had very sharp unyielding bristles, and when coupled with the sensitivity they were already feeling from the nettle stings the experience was unbearable and I was howling for mercy.

The final three items took a little finding particularly with sore balls and there was no way I could sit and just lick them better, sometimes the attributes of a real dog would have been most beneficial! I located a vibrator under the rug in the Cage, a soft toy under the pillow, woof woof and finally a plastic doggy bag that had been hidden under the bed.

I found this series of fetching incredibly taxing and pleaded for frequent pawses. Despite having been wearing knee pads my knees were starting to ache, which prompted Maggie to apply some first aid in the form of bandages around them and some anaesthetic in the form of aroma top up to her sniffer dog’s nose. But all was right with the world as I was finally allowed to drink from my doggy bowl, where with the aid of a straw I finished all the pee and was once more ready and eager to resume as Rufus.  

The plastic doggy bag I had retrieved had a 'top dog' label which Mistress said had earned me the reward of 5 minutes gazing at my owner once it was tightly sealed around my neck. My puppy dog eyes looked out at Mistress with pure adoration and love and I felt a little of that loyalty that I know a dog must feel for a kind, caring owner. . .  and then the bag steamed up and I was panting heavily from the air deprivation. Rufus went as far as shaking his head desperately his head desperately before Mistress gave him air.

Mistress said she’d had the wild idea of turning me into a flying dog, but given that it might be a hard thing to achieve she asked my opinion and we discussed the logistics. Imagining myself as a flying dog for a moment I naturally woofed my approval and began contemplating the relaxation I’d experience from being suspended off my aching knees. Out came the very heavy leather harness, I was able to help with the heavier task of supporting and climbing into it while Maggie buckled me in, and I was soon ready to be hoisted on the Overhead Gantry.

The first attempt was a little ungainly because my legs dangled and touched the ground. Not to be out smarted by a dog leg, Maggie retrieved several restraints and set about chaining up her dog.  A leather hogtie arrangement secured front paws to back paws, chains were used to change my angle and support my legs in a bent position. Slowly but steadily I was winched off the ground and Mistress had her flying dog. This was a most ideal position to admire my Mistress and those fantastic bosoms, wagging my doggy tail and letting out a couple of woofs was my way of letting Mistress know she had a happy dog. 

Ah yes, the nipple clamps that had been so kind as to fall off earlier had not been forgotten, now successfully hung from my nipples Mistress used them to gently rock her pet backwards and forwards. Even then I was able to wag my tail, perhaps a little less vigorously than before and the woofs might have been tinged with a little wouwfh as the clamps bit a little deeper.

Once again Mistress knew EXACTLY which buttons to push to maintain her iron grip over my emotions and feelings as she lay on the bed immediately under my hanging form. Yes the front zip exposed her beautiful latex clad bosom and yes all I could do in my chains was wag my tail and inhale from another welcome pad of aromas lodged inside my snout.

After Maggie had completed her sensual bed teasing, it was time for release. By this time I was completely knackered and Mistress sent me off to curl up in my doggy bed in the corner of the Cell.

I hope this blog has given the reader some insight as to why this slave is willing to do anything to please my Mistress, including becoming her pet dog for a day. I am besotted, totally obedient and totally loyal to her. A final note to myself, I promised to locate some more appropriate and durable knee pads because I really don’t want to disappoint Mistress next time she wants to take her pet for a walk. And who ever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? This old dog is constantly learning from Mistress Maggie. Woof woof.

No Sweat Slave

It was an incredible spring afternoon as I approached the Chambers. There was just a slight chill in the air but not enough to dampen the thoughts of another rare outdoor adventure. After all, what else would a self-respecting slave expect when the calling email from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘ …Your Mistress thinks it might be nice to enjoy some greenery… ‘

Could we be taking a nice stroll in the park, perhaps with me wearing my latex working suit under…?? Well, the reality was far from my thoughts as Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I could tell she wasn’t really dressed for outdoor adventures. Once more my Mistress had my head in a spin and heading in the totally wrong direction. That is one of the reasons I will do anything for her, she knows my thoughts, she knows how to wind me up and most importantly knows how to tune my mind to her way of thinking.

Following Mistress up the stairs, I met the same familiar feeling I always do whenever I gaze at the physique that is inches from my eyes, generally I am very well behaved and try not to overstep the boundaries, and once again I refrained from planting a kiss. I wonder if one day Mistress will allow me to take a picture from my view on the stairs? Well, I can hope.

In the Playroom Maggie had her new heater on high and the room was pleasantly warm verging on hot. I gathered I might be in for a hot sweaty session but first I was restricted to latex socks and gloves as the warm air wafted around my exposed body. Maggie was wearing knee boots and on instruction I fell to the ground where I eagerly set about my task of cleaning them with a little encouragement from her stout riding crop. Mistress informed me that she had already cleaned them earlier and only a little polishing was necessary. It didn’t hinder my sense of complete servitude as I continued with my worship which always comes with the bonus of an occasional glance upwards to see a happy smiling, beautiful face, and the knowledge that Mistress is in charge of a very willing servant.

If previous patterns were being followed, today would involve mainly Clinic time and I wasn’t wrong this time. Once I had laid my Invincible latex suit out for airing and warming, I was led through to the Clinic and invited to sit on the couch which was draped with a soft green plastic sheet. Another thing I noticed as we entered was the warmth emanating from another new room heater making the clinic considerably warmer than the Playroom. I sat down on the plastic and immediately I could feel myself starting to stick. It is a rather nice feeling that I normally associate with the latex sheets and I must admit that the touch of the plastic was most exciting. Perhaps Mistress is exploring other areas of my libido and guiding me towards plastic as well as rubber? As I said Mistress reads me like an open book.

Mistress brought out a soft, thick rubber spongy type of thing and used it to cover my mouth, the likes of which I have never encountered before. It was roughly the shape of an eye shade. It wasn’t a blindfold, only shaped like one and it was extremely effective at keeping a slave silent and covered my mouth completely. Like any well trained slave, I held it in place whilst Maggie wound a stretchy bandage tightly round my head to secure the gag in place. Not content with a mouth covering I think Mistress got carried away in the thrill of the moment and continued to wind the stretchy bandage round and round until my head was completely mummified, apart from my nose which allowed me a plentiful supply of nice, warm air. Through the bandage all I could 'see' was a creamy glow which didn’t even allow me to follow Mistress’s shadow as she moved quietly round her subject.

In for a penny, I complied immediately with the instruction to have my wrists shackled behind me with the clinic’s tough white leather wrist cuffs, these were so expertly and tightly applied by Maggie, as was the posture collar to stop me from nodding off!. Blind and shackled, the excitement was growing and growing as to what my owner wanted to do with her plaything.

I didn’t have long to wait before finding out some of her plans, as Mistress was now applying the metal ball stretcher to encourage ball sac growth. When I say applying, I mean my mischievous balls were willing to participate except they were definitely NOT exhibiting the good training they have previously received. One of them did a Houdini and managed to escape, then did exactly the same escapology act on Maggie’s second attempt at capturing the pair of them, I wondered whether she might chastise them. ‘You’ve obviously been doing far too much wanking slave. I want full balls next time’, she said. The one remaining ball was left stretching as we moved onto the ‘greenery’ phase, not that I was aware at the time what was being applied. 

The first contact was a copious application of some form of lubricant on and around both nipples. The second contact was the fixing and pumping of two breast cups, one on either side, and at that point I came into contact with some greenery in the shape of stingy nettles. Maggie quietly said these were her first crop and a special treat for my nipples. As I’ve mentioned in previous nettle related blogs, the early small twigs really are the lethal ones and these were no exception. A few more pumps to each breast cup made my chest really swell up and I got the full flavour of this year’s fresh greenery. 

That wasn’t the only pumping that Maggie was doing during this part of my training, a smaller suction cup was also applied to the one remaining stretched ball, as a present for being well behaved. Meanwhile at the top end I was being administered with some rather nice and relaxing pumped aromas through an anaesthetic mask that Mistress presented over my nose. Mistress really does know how to look after her subjects.

Now un-bandaged and with the breast cups removed we briefly returned to the Playroom so I could clamber into my Invincible working suit, the quick insertion of my trusty butt plug rubberised me a little further and it was back to the Clinic for part two. We were both to dress in the plastic hazmat suits that had been quietly hanging on the wall, the intention was to have a heated session isolated in our suits and enjoy some shared breathing through a bubble bottle that was arranged on the Gas Station.

There was even more greenery as we helped each other into the hazmat suits. It had been a while since we last wore them and it took quite a bit of muddling around before we were both warmly inserted in our green plastic. Before we went any further Maggie insisted that we perform a safety check, to see whether we were able to unzip our hoods with the oversized gloves we now had on, ensuring that a quick escape could be achieved if need be. Mistress is for ever cautious about her subjects and this time was FAR more important as it involved Mistresses safety too. 

Next came the rubber boots. I had been instructed to bring mine and was delighted to be able to help Maggie pull her boots on as well. Anyway, why put your own boots on when you have a willing slave to do the work? Our Israeli gas masks went on along with breathing hoses fed through the rear openings in the hazmats. With the two hoses joined with a T connector we could both go on to breathe through the bubbles.

However, I knew my Mistress was becoming exhausted from all the exertion of organising suits, gas masks and apparatus etc. and all I wanted to do was try and help ease the burden. She does like a few photos, so it didn’t help when to top everything off the camera tripod started to droop for some unfathomable reason. The only option was for Maggie to try to stabilise it wearing the most inappropriate pair of gloves! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was suffering heat exhaustion as well, as it was getting decidedly warm inside. It was time for a break, to allow Maggie to just sit down and have chance to cool down.

After the trials and tribulations of the journey we were both finally able to enjoy the fruits of Maggie’s labour’s. Totally enclosed in our plastic suits, plumbed into the Gas Station and breathing steadily we were bubbling away. Maggie climbed onto the couch and we were able to enjoy some cuddle time. Even through the hazmats, Mistress looked and felt so magnificent that there was a danger of my hand straying into forbidden areas. Not that that was likely!

As a lovely conclusion to the session I was left on the couch on my own, and as I was no longer sharing air with my Mistress I had intoxicating aromas blended with my bubbles. I was so happy and relaxed that I just lay quietly and luxuriated in the experiences that I had been allowed to have. However, Mistress appeared with a final surprise in the shape of her Hitachi wand which she played over my plastic and rubber coated groin, adding excitement to my already awesome situation. Another perfect session and one that just reinforces why I am so devoted to my perfect Mistress Maggie.

Ah yes, just one final comment about the title of the blog, 'no sweat slave'. Previously, when I was quite a bit younger, I would have been dripping sweat from all parts of my latex suit to such an extent that I would need to stand on a towel to avoid drenching the Playroom carpet each time I undressed. On this occasion, even with the room hotter than on all previous occasions, hardly any liquid spilled out when I de-suited. Perhaps it is all part of my conditioning towards becoming a better slave, or perhaps as I get old I just don’t sweat as much? I wonder if a medical study is required?

Wired for Sounds

Absolutely nothing to do with the Cliff Richard’s’ hit, but my balls were wired and charged today. I created sounds of excruciating pain. Mistress Maggie gave me the sensation of sounds; long steel ones that were inserted down my urethra, and Mistress herself created quite a lot of sounds with her delightful laughter at my obvious discomfort. Anyway enough of that, I’ll be back with a clearer picture later.

Maggie lifted one of her white PVC  nurse boots for my attention, PVC being a most lickable material for encouraging lots of lubrication from my tongue. On the underside their incredibly chunky soles have well defined treads, crisply moulded and have sharp edges. This produces a tread that is rough on the tongue, in fact VERY rough!

A word to others who are fortunate to get the opportunity to caress and tongue worship Maggie's white boots, avoid the soles if at all possible or you'll end up with potential tongue lacerations!

As is usual, Mistress used her crop to keep me focussed and working hard, but unlike normal I was allowed to stray beyond the top of her boots where I was pleasantly surprised by the smooth and slipperyness of her black tights, I thought latex was slippy, but these, WoW! Chinese tights I think Mistress called them. Taking care to avoid what I know is the forbidden zone, my rubber gloves slid effortlessly over the smooth and slippery surface that accentuated Mistresses beautiful legs, in particular those wonderful thighs. I was a little disappointed when it was time to end my thigh worship and move on to the next item on the schedule after all it really was a rare treat.

I was into my rubber catsuit with effortless ease. Mistress has taught me well and I am now able to don my Invincible suit without having to bother Mistress. This of course gives Maggie more preparation time but I do however still need her expertise to polish me to a high gloss. I suppose I could polish most of the suit myself, but she knows I find her polishing really sensual. It’s always a treat to stand with arms raised as Mistress squirts a little polish and spreads it around with a soft cloth, polishing my back, arms, legs, around groin... sorry getting carried away with the memory.

We have learned from previous sessions that it makes life a lot easier if my own butt plug is inserted early on to act as a stretcher, and that's what happened today. Crotch zips opened sufficiently to facilitate easy access then over the horse for the final entry. A lot of lube is used and Maggie pays particular attention to making sure a fair amount of it makes its way inside my bum. I have to admit that it feels rather nice having Mistress' rubber gloved finger initially work its way past my sphincter, with a big blob of lube followed by a slow wiggle of her finger to ensure a good spread, the preparations were complete, and my butt plug together with another large dollop of lube found its way into its home with virtually no resistance. The ribbed nature of the plug ensuring it remains snug as a bug in a rug.

A lead was snapped on to my obligatory slave collar and with her rubber slave in tow Mistress made her way to the adjacent Clinic. The couch was in its familiar position, and making a prominent statement on how I would be secured was the bright red of the head brace. I also spied what looked like a harness attached to a strap on black dildo and a glass dildo sat alongside it as well. My anticipation was now starting to go through the roof and through another area of my body if I am being honest!

I was once again completely sealed inside my rubber world as Mistress fed my head into the offered gasmask. Thereafter my ONLY contact with the outside world was through the breathing tube of the gas mask. I could gaze at my owner through the small port holes, but because I now had my wrists secured I couldn't even feel for my Mistress through my latex gloves. My complete rubberisation only lasted a few moments as I detected Maggie undoing my crotch area and the cool air of The Clinic began to waft over my exposed flesh. Mistress had cleverly left my cock embedded inside my suit. 

And there I lay with my head now jammed into the Head Box, I could hear Mistress removing her latex skirt and I assumed replacing it with the strap-on harness, and I also detected the humming sound of the couch motor as the couch started to rise. I didn't have long to wait before I felt my butt plug being gently slid out and the next sensation was of pure joy as I was mounted by my owner. There is nothing quite as liberating as being mounted by The Boss while in my restrictive, prone position. The extra lube applied to the invading dildo made life feel so good, I was taken to a different dimension by Maggie’s thorough pounding, so much so that I was trying to keep her inside me when it reached the time for her to pull out. I suppose I am a glutton for Mistress inside me.

The next dildo brought a surprising difference in temperature. Ah! - it was the glass dildo, which of course did not flex or yield as its slippery surface disappeared into my pleasured rear passage. I was fed a few good pumps of aromas and this time Mistress used my nipples as a means of purchase during another wonderful fucking. I am sure Mistress has a fetish for my nipples, and am delighted if she has, because as she was mounting me she reached forward, undid my nip zips and clung onto them like reins. In, out, in, out, went the glass impaler, up, down, up, down went the nipple reins and pump, pump went the aromas. Once more I was somewhere almost extra terrestrial  in this energetic but all too brief ride. When Mistress withdrewan electric plug was fitted and tested and I assured Maggie that it definitely was working.

Obviously, any personal enjoyment is a bi-product of pleasing my Mistress and not the prime objective. Maggie always has her session plans that have to be followed thus we moved on to the next line in the plan. It was time to make full use of the head box and this time the red rope was used to make sure my head remained immobile. I could see the far corner of The Clinic ceiling and that was it. I did catch the occasional glimpse of the top of Mistress' head, but that was all. At least the lenses didn't steam up! On went the couch straps, Maggie pulling them as tight as she could then checked them once more to make sure there was no more room for movement. I definitely wasn't going anywhere.

According to the pictures, Mistress donned her red latex apron now so that she could attend to her sick patient. If this state is described as sickness, I can only hope that I am this sick for ever and tended to by my personal nurse. Because I couldn’t see much my account of subsequent events has been gleaned from the pictures and the debrief that occurs after our session. The first thing I felt was the addition of a heavy ball weight to my testicles. In my prone position the weight is somewhat light and thank goodness Maggie didn't have me walking and jiggling about. Well, I was jiggling but in a horizontal plane.

Next to excite my lower regions was a sterile large Pratt sound. You can actually hear as Maggie removes the sound from its sterile packet so I knew something big was heading my way. Not too much aromas and in it went accompanied by some gloved hand massage to counteract the effect of the medicine, keeping me hard to facilitate Mistress’ progress to the next part of my training. When it came to the next, larger and heavier sound I had a precursor of what was coming, because Mistress kindly passed the awesome Van Buren through my line of sight. The sound moved down my urethra but was not ready to be inserted all the way, at this point my cock wanted to play and kept trying to eject it, every time Maggie turned round the damn thing started to slip out. ‘A third hand would be useful’, said Maggie in a frustrated tone, but perseverance ruled the day and the Van Buren eventually completed its long journey.

Maggie went on to secure my cock and the enclosed sound with three steel compression bands, the same principle as securing a hose to a radiator. What I didn't realise was that in between the bands were two heavy duty loop electrodes! The two cock electrodes were paired into one circuit, but Maggie wanted to make use of the Van Buren in another circuit (Sound number 1). Anyone familiar with electrical circuits knows that a second electrode is necessary to complete the circuit, and ingeniously Maggie decided that a wire through my ball sack would be an ideal way to take care of that. Once again the sound of ripping as the sterile wire was extracted from its safe storage and a few pricks later, Mistress was happy with her sewing.

I am used to being stuck with various sharp objects around my scrotum and thought that the pricks I was feeling were straight forward needles. Mistress has trained me well and I hardly flinched at all. Well that soon changed and I was made to flinch quite a lot as Maggie ramped up the juice on her electric controller, reaching the stage of having to cry with the intense 'pleasure' that Mistress was providing me with, (Sound number 2)

Another of the aforementioned sounds was echoing round the clinic too; Mistresses delightful laughter as she witnessed her slave reacting to her power. (Sound number 3). I must say the pain in my groin area was more than offset by the delight I knew Mistress was getting from watching and hearing me squirm.

Phew! Time to get my breath back. Resuscitation after the operation was achieved with Mistress' rubber resuscitation unit with a minute of good blasts with her bellows. I had had a lot of excitement and the tightness of my outer rubber protection was starting to take its toll on my breathing and I begged for the gas mask to go. The gas mask's removal didn’t create a problem as the resuscitating bellows were connected to an anaesthetic mask and Maggie happily pumped away, forcing fresh air into my airways, returning her rubber subject back into the real world and feeling refreshed.

Mischievously, Maggie turned up the power on the e-stim box, which combined with a generous amount of squeezes on the aromas pump produced the most audible sounds of laughter and screams of the day.

Another brilliant session and thanks to Mistress Maggie for her amazing imagination and ingenuity, however it was a little ominous when she told me that she had accidentally depleted her stock of an item she’d really wanted to use and our session had been a quickly reorganised Plan B but, 'not to worry I'm sure more should arrive in the post and be available next time!' 

CAUTION: This 02:07min sounds & electroplay clip has audio -

Long Needle Mangina

I do really love being a Guinea Pig for Mistress Maggie and today was no exception. I suppose from a slaves perspective, to provide a genuine service to a fantastic Mistress is one of the highest accolades. Not that the calling mail gave any hint whatsoever what was about to unfold, just instruction to bring my heavy black latex catsuit to wear. A quick ring of the Chambers doorbell had Mistress greeting me in her slinky back catsuit, In fact the only bit of Mistress visible was her beautiful face that was framed in black latex and her shining black hair, giving that natural touch to an otherwise perfect latex façade.

Despite the very neutral calling mail, I knew I was in for yet another treat. Oh boy, I was SO tempted to plant a giant kiss on those undulating black orbs as we ascended to The Playroom, but I didn't. If Mistress wanted a kissed bottom, she would have stopped. As it was, I longed for it but my training has been thorough. What Mistress wants Mistress gets and don't overstep the boundaries!

Off to the Bathroom to return suitably clad in socks and gloves I took my place for the preliminary worship and licking of the boots. This time Maggie wielded her whip with a little more venom in a style that was not aimed at mere titillation. No, she meant some of those thwacks which turned out to be just a precursor of what I was about to receive. 'Over the Horse slave', she instructed.

Sticking to a theme, Mistress paraded a variety of mainly home made, paddles, belts, whips and tawses so I could see them, and I did detect a little sadism creeping in as Mistress first had me kiss some of the flagellation implements then laid into my back, bottom and thighs. Some of the blows really cracked the atmosphere and quite a few had me whimpering.

To finish off, Mistress brought out her trusty wooden hairbrush and by this time my arse didn't know whether it was coming or going, to the extent that I didn't even know if it was the firm side or brush side of the hairbrush! Still on the brighter side I was helping another slave, because Mistress wanted to test that her arm was fit enough to deliver a suitable flogging. I certainly think it is, so other slaves watch out! Even after 6 hours, when I was relaxing in a hot shower, my arse was tingling as the shower caressed my buttocks. That is how good a flogging I received.

After the flogging, I was allowed to put on my heavy latex suit, then I was back over the horse for metal electric butt plug to be fitted . If you read my last blog, it is the same one that went in so easily and provided such exciting stimulus. Well, on this occasion I think my arse was playing up, because no matter how Mistress tried and even with a dedicated harness we couldn't get it to stay in. We came to the conclusion that last time I was initially stretched by my red butt plug and I was told in no uncertain terms that I had to remind Mistress to use my plug first. No matter, another electric plug was retrieved and went in very easily. Not quite as vibrant as the metal one but still very capable of delivering those electric sensations.

Zipped up and snug in my latex suit from neck downwards we proceeded through to the Clinic, with a warning from Maggie, 'Don't step on the cables slave'. I was greeted with a black rubber covered gynae couch and instructed to mount said couch. Maggie then fitted me with the pair of inflatable gloves. I remembered the knack of making my hand as small and pointed as I could and the gloves easily engulfed both hands. Once pumped up I was a little disappointed that I couldn't sneak a quick stroke of Mistresses wonderful buttocks. Well I could stroke them, but with the gloves pumped I lost that really nice sensation of latex glove on latex bum, and more importantly I lost the ability to deliver that softest of soft touches that I think Maggie occasionally appreciates. 

Irrelevant as it happened, because Mistress attached wrist cuffs and secured both hands to the couch. I had no chance of delivering a sensual stroke now.

It was about this time when my life in the Clinic got a whole lot darker. It was as if the lights had been turned out and complete blackness descended on my person. Actually, nothing sinister. Mistress had fitted the all encompassing latex helmet, and though it had no eye holes I did occasionally manage to get a glimpse of light through the single anaesthesia port at the front. I now know how a cyclops saw the world. Mistress decided not to inflate the hood which produced really unusual effects once the connecting tube was attached and I was plunged into total darkness.

Once connected to what I assumed to be the bellows that I’d glimpsed on the way in, breathing in was easy, but when I breathed out Mistress must have fed it through some valving system, because the first part of the exhale resulted in the hood starting to inflate, but after a couple of seconds the valve gently hissed, the air was exhaled and the hood returned to a snug fit against my cheeks. I did spend quite a lot of time in complete darkness for the remainder of my time in the Chambers, but mindful as ever of her slaves wellbeing, the inlet valve was occasionally removed and I was questioned about my wellbeing during my long time managing the bellows.

Of course when you are deprived of one of your senses the others become enhanced, and although hearing was a little 'hooded' I could sense roughly where Maggie was moving to within the room. I could also taste and smell even the merest drop of aromas, as Mistress every now and then granted her Guinea Pig a good and long whiff of the aromas in today’s intoxicating medicine pot. I was relaxed and gradually climbing onto that plain where I know that I want Maggie to feel free to do whatever she wants and try to provide every opportunity for Mistress to really enjoy herself. Throughout this period of 'darkness' I could see a vision of Mistress in her all black latex uniform, imagining those gentle hands doing whatever with her slave and feeling as happy as I had in a long time. 

It was quite obvious that Mistress had something in mind with my genital area, because once the crotch zip was teased open my somewhat small crown jewels could feel a good dollop of cocoa butter being massaged in to my groin area, which usually means a major op involving an inflated scrotum or losing my cock and balls again! I really didn’t care about any minor inconvenience on my part, my only desire was that my Mistress was enjoying her work on her willing Guinea Pig. 

The same area then received a thorough cleaning with what I assumed was antiseptic fluid, followed by a few prods with what I later found out was a marker pen, to guide the operation. A blast of aromas entered my mask signalling that the operation was about to commence. Without any warning of a 'quick prick', I tensed as the first needle was inserted. Bearing in mind I could only go by sounds and feel, I had to rely on Mistress to show in pictures exactly what was happening at the time. I knew that I was having quite a few needle insertions across lower stomach and ball sac. I could feel my manhood disappearing, later on I could sense electrodes being stuck on various sensitive places and I could taste the welcome infusion of aromas. But what I could 'see' was the last image I’d grasped of Mistress before being blacked out, and had that wonderful image to sustain me through all the pricks and shocks.

With a delighted laugh and cheer, Maggie finished her masterpiece of human re-engineering and it was easy to tell that Mistress was absolutely over the moon with the results of her artistry. I was still unaware of what exactly happened, but I did detect Mistress leaving for a moment and I knew she would hear if I was in difficulty. When she returned I got another really pleasant surprise. Mistress adjusted the height of the couch and again I couldn't say whether it went up or down, all I knew was Mistress was still in total control.

The bellows tube was removed and a little light crept into the hood but soon became partially blocked out by a tube being passed through the opening. ‘Are you able to grab the tube slave?’, Maggie asked, and grab it I did. I knew this was a feeding tube and I was so delighted that Mistress was going to allow me a drink. I hoped it was her pee but I never know what Maggie's thoughts are, so I sucked and sucked but nothing… until Maggie told me to suck again, and this time I had the honour of receiving a drink of VERY fresh nectar accompanied by a little more juice in the form of the electricity being increased whilst I drank from her rubber pants.

With my rehydration finished the end of my testing experience was fast approaching, but not before Mistress used the prism glasses to allow me a glimpse of her handy work. Over my fat stomach all I could see was a row of black ties, a couple of corks on the end of two very long needles and a myriad of wires. It turns out that Maggie, after first thoroughly sterilising the area, deployed a pair of 9" wires, stitched in and out of my groin area and joined together with cable ties (the black things I could see in the prisms) and two corks on the end of the 9" needles were for 'safety reasons'. Not clear for whose safety, mine or Maggie's!

Viewing the pictures I can see why she was so pleased with her art work. The Mangina was perfectly formed and after the ends of the ties were trimmed I was so proud to be the wearer of this magnificent artwork. It was time to decompose the masterpiece and I must say extraction of the component parts was considerably easier than their insertion. I was happy that once again I had been trusted enough for Mistress Maggie to be able to utilise me as her guinea pig and delighted to be the first pig to receive this innovative, original operation.

Thank you Mistress I really do appreciate being your test bed.

Caution: This 1:47min mangina with wires clip has audio.