Expert Edger

One of the many things I have learned from Mistress Maggie is always to be honest about any physical or attitude issues and today, as usual, I was totally honest about the routine operation that I would be having very shortly and the fact that my guiche had come detached. I’d spotted a little red end stop on the floor at home and despite my fiddling I couldn’t fix it back in place. The safest thing was to take my guiche piercing out of its home and ask Mistress if she could reattach it for me.

As it turns out, it was somewhat of a relief that it was too big a piercing for Maggie to get back in, because I think the surgeon may have found it highly amusing for it to be winking back at him as he was mending my cock end. Mistress suggested approaching a piercing expert to have it refitted and I will look into that after I restart training. I appreciate I have strayed a little from my normal format, but thought you may be wondering why the guiche was no longer visible and why it is so long between my lessons. 

Back to heaven; I had already been alerted via the call up mail that I needed to be all in red latex and that I was going to become, once more, at one with The Plank. It is a wonderful experience to be totally immobilised in plastic but sometimes I do feel a bit of a fraud, because I get to be comfortably incarcerated, well most of the time, whilst Mistress has to do all the hard work wrapping her dummy mummy.

When I arrived, Mistress was, as always, incredibly stunning although today she was not completely covered in latex. She was wearing patent ankle boots with tan tights all the way up those gorgeous legs to her lace up leotard and corset, topped off with an open face latex hood and blond ponytail. As she ascended the stairs, I couldn’t help admiring those nylon covered legs, although perhaps a little disappointed that I was only going to be able to work on the short boots with my worship, but I needn’t have worried!

I was trembling when Mistress said, “As I’m wearing my short boots today, for once you’d better worship my nylon covered legs, but ONLY the nylon!" As I worked my way up past the calves and knees to the most glorious pair of thighs that anyone could wish for, I got close enough to sniff the latex leotard but daren’t go further, my training kicked in and I stopped well before I got into trouble. As I said I was trembling at being granted that privilege because I would normally only reach knee level and can only dream of going further. All the while there was a constant but gentle tattooing across anywhere that Maggie could reach with her leather whip (made by Tony I was informed?). It makes a fantastic thwacking sound, yet at the same time the sensation is akin to the gentlest of caresses wherever leather met flesh.

I had my own butt plug inserted while leaning against the wall, no aggro, no discomfort, just the familiar ‘plop’ as the final rib passed my sphincter, in like a hot knife through butter. At this point it is useful to mention that the securing shaft between the final rib and the circular end piece is over an inch, and it stays in place perfectly. I will return to the relevance later.

We took a quick trip to The Clinic to attempt to refit the guiche, to no avail, this led to Mistress suggesting I’d be best taking a visit to a piercing parlour, but that will be for a little later when I have recovered from surgery. When we returned to The Playroom I managed to hop into my red latex catsuit with ease as it’s a lighter gauge than my black Invincible one.

Now almost fully rubberised I was instructed to kneel on the low padded bench, to have an alternative, larger butt plug installed. This was one of a few that Maggie had obtained a while ago when she’d hoped to increase my bums’ plugging capacity. This time I was more able to accommodate its full length, leaving my ass jam packed with black rubber. It did appear to want to expel itself but that was fixed by closing the crotch zip. This is where the length of shaft between last rib and base was relevant. When I was cleaning the plug after the session I noticed that the neck was probably only a half inch, which probably explains why my sphincter couldn’t get a firm grip. I learn something about my body each time I am serving Mistress.

It looked promising that I’d be sniffing aromas delivered by John’s rather superbly engineered cannula pump system today, because the nasal cannula was being positioned in my nostrils ready to be hidden under a red latex hood. And there I was with only my eyes and mouth still naked, once more Mistresses rubber toy.

I helped Mistress to assemble the legs of the bondage plank before taking up a lying position along it, remembering NOT to sit in the middle. I settled back and Mistress very kindly provided padding at neck and ankles for support. I did say that I’d have the easy part of this session, because I am familiar with the amount of bending and stretching needed to have a slave clingfilmed to her plank. Mistress would be in for more than a little discomfort as she wound the film round and round, tightly stretching the clinfilmg as she progressed until I became securely attached to the plank. I realise that I am a VERY fortunate to have a Mistress who thinks nothing of suffering such considerable discomfort in behalf of her slave.

Later, when fully mummified, a little judicious excavation had my cock and balls free for more ‘fun’ activities. I must say I hadn’t expected flat balls, but that’s what I got due to a crushing board. Not content with just flat balls, I’d felt Maggie sticking four electrodes at strategic points around her area of interest. Once attached I could sense the crushing board being tightened, I know Mistress likes to have matching things, but making may balls as flat as her plank was definitely a wicked way of achieving it! Oh, the happy life of a slave who will do anything for his Mistress.

I learned that my electric therapy was going to be a bit different too, as John had suggested that Maggie use his Erostek stimming unit to use on my genitals during my session. It was wired up in no time and sending a host of new sensations my way, definitely a different experience and more intense than other units I have been able to try, with a greater range of settings to keep a slave alert and stimulated! I have since had the opportunity to thank John for allowing me that privilege.

Mistress produced that wonderful, elasticated, plastic inflatable hood and once I had grasped the mouth tube firmly between my teeth, the hood could be eased over my head. Maggie’s breaths were music to my ears as she gently inflated the hood and so I was properly sealed in plastic. The manufacture of Mistress’s plastic toy was now complete, and unique by being made in Preston rather than Hong Kong. The only exposed part was my cock, as obviously my electrified crushed balls were already being sandwiched between two layers of plastic. My predicament felt even better as I began detecting the smell, sound and effects of some aroma therapy.

I was occasionally being treated to some breathplay moments. Maggie would place a finger over my mouth tube or seal her lips around it and feed me with a lungful of her precious air.

The pumped aromas were probably just as well, because with the arrival of the divine aromatic breeze came the ramping up of the Erostek and the vibrating sensations of the Hitachi wand. This is what prompted the blog title. Mistress knows my body and senses very well, knowing when I am getting too excited and my frequent urges to cum, Mistress maintains the levels of all the stimulation just below that threshold where an explosion occurs. A true expert edger!

After 261 sessions I am still learning about the capabilities of my own body and, I hope, still learning how to please my Mistress Maggie. I know that there was no priority given to taking pictures due to the amount of slave mummifying effort on Maggie’s part, and again I would like to thank her for all that.

SINS for a Slave

It is no sin to worship a beautiful dominant woman, nor is it a sin to do anything Mistress Maggie wishes, willingly and immediately without question. These are consensual acts of a dominant/subservient slave relationship. Therefore, you may be wondering what SINS I could possibly be revealing and be curious enough to carry on reading my ramblings.

The scene for today’s encounter with my Mistress was teasingly set yesterday evening with the call to worship -

‘Your nurse is sharpening her needles’, said the message.

From this, it was obvious that I was to be stitched up again; not a sin because I have had quite a few needles willingly inserted into various parts of my anatomy, and they were all carried out with my full consent. It is difficult to describe why I want Mistress to do whatever she wishes to her slave, but it boils down to the fact that I feel happiest when I can say that Maggie has finished our sessions in a happier frame of mind then at the start.

I suppose some may consider it a sin that I derive so much pleasure from worshipping the very ground that my owner walks on or even the very glossy PVC boots that I worshipped so diligently at the start of this session, but it isn’t. Today, the shiny white boots received a lot of licking and kissing attention as I attended to all the areas that Mistress instructed, the tip of her crop guiding my tongue to exactly where she wished me to clean. I experienced the thrill of Mistress’s crop being applied ever so gently across my back as I continued to work, anticipating and steeling myself in readiness for any harder strokes from the crop, but they never materialised. The occasional, very gentle touch only aroused me even more, and once again I was being elevated into the space often described as ‘the zone’.

Kneeling in front of my Mistress I had my latex working hood pulled over my face and now felt completely at ease, strangely it enhances my deep feelings and submissive relationship towards my owner. It begins to turn me into Maggie's rubber toy; no identity, nothing apart from ‘slave’. I also appreciated the fact that Maggie lubed up my backside and gently but firmly slipped in my own red plug. What nearly caught me by surprise was Mistress's request for me to recite my slave promise to her. I had not recited it recently, I stumbled a little and was a little hesitant, particularly with the part about others to join her in servitude, as Mistress is now semi retired and I know she no longer entertains new slave applications.

For reference, my slave vow to my Mistress is:

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.

I always try to be faithful to this promise.

It certainly wasn't a sin to accept a real privilege that’s only occasionally granted by Mistress. I was offered the opportunity to caress and worship her latex covered derriere which immediately had a massive effect on my cock. Although it did restrict access to both buttocks somewhat, I shrewdly decided that an approach from the side would be the safest approach to offer my services, approaching her from the rear with a raging hard-on may well have appeared disrespectful. That may well have counted as a sin! Perhaps next time, and hopefully there will be a next time, I will have the confidence to kneel behind Maggie and perform as her slave and not a horny hot blooded subject! Thank you Maggie for that rare luxury.

By now, my butt plug had warmed up my arsehole and was ready to be replaced with something a bit bigger; an electro plug. Maggie used a stout latex harness to keep it in place. True to her meticulous nature, the straps were tightened to a very snug fit and adjusted so that they were mirrored on both sides. Despite the fact that the rubber harness would eventually be covered by two layers of latex, the symmetry epitomises Maggie’s insistence on perfection wherever possible.

I was to be dressed in two thick rubber layers, the first layer being my own Invincible catsuit, and I hope that I was able to pleasantly surprise Mistress by being able to climb into the garment unaided. The reflection I saw in the Playroom mirror was that of a big black rubber plaything, a completely anonymous one that was ready to please. I quickly received the second rubber layer that had been patiently hanging from the overhead, and this time I did need assistance in sliding into the single legged body bag. 

There was just sufficient movement between my feet to allow me to waddle, penguin style, through to the Clinic. As always, Mistress who is always amused to see me waddling, was close by to ensure I didn’t fall. Fortunately I have performed this activity before and was quite stable. I was instructed to be careful not to stand on the trailing electric cable as Maggie would be furious if I were to pull my butt plug out.

Once in the clinic I waddled to the centre of the latex covered couch and gently eased myself into exactly the right position. I have had good training in achieving this. Once comfortable, I was delighted that Mistress had chosen the panoramic gas mask for me to wear which, as its name implies gives excellent vision of Mistress and all of her Clinic. It also accommodates easy fixing of the aromas pump hose which proved to be a vital accessory as the session progressed.

Mistress entertained herself by putting some power into my butt plug, she was somewhat surprised that I wasn’t screaming my arse off when she ramped up the electrics to their max of 99 on the dial. To me my ass stimming was not excessive, but nicely noticeable, but Maggie thought it best to lower the dial, just in case at some stage it would please her to surprise me with the full belt of level 99 again!

Before we had hopped into the Clinic, Mistress had taken the precaution to line up the nipple zips in both suits so she had easy access to my nipples when their time for torment arrived. I was securely strapped to the couch, Mistress pulled on each strap with considerable strength, ensuring they were as tight as possible. My exposed nipples had a pair of simple white nipple clips applied to them, I knew they were there but not producing a cruel torment, just a dull ache and I guessed there may be something worse to follow! And now the part of the training that I was made aware of. The suturing of my cock and balls into one of Maggie's mangina creations. ‘I won’t be creating anything too elaborate today’, she said, ‘but I want my suturing to be the tidiest I have ever done’.

A scene was set, the couch was raised to an ideal working height, a white aseptic field arranged around my operation zone, my genitals sponged with disinfectant and I was treated to a full narrative of events as my nurse became busy with her needles. Maggie counted ‘one, two, three’, before starting a new suture which went on to be pulled tight and knotted four times. ‘I'll make sure these won’t be coming out in a hurry’, she said.

It was at this point that I was pleased the aromas pump hose was being put to excellent use, because the nine stitches I received were accompanied by the same number of good puffs of the pump. The affect of these particular aromas was my ability to relax into the needle pricks. A slight wince occasionally, but I think Mistress was pleased with how she was able to sew up the area with no interruptions from a struggling slave. Again, the care that is taken with a patient in this environment was evident, because Maggie wore a facemask to minimise giving her slave her cold, in fact she had worn it for most of our session.

It turned out that Maggie had been thinking about the next phase for a couple of years, and today was the day I was yet again given the privilege of being her Guinea Pig for another of her fiendish ideas. To facilitate this devious plan my headgear needed to be changed, off came the panoramic gas mask, the inflatable hood with its built in anaesthesia mask took its place and was duly inflated. Headphones supplied me with music, I was a blind Guinea Pig too, as this hood doesn’t have eye holes. The ONLY way air could get in and out was through the front anaesthesia port, and this was soon attached to the two green rebreather bags that I had seen quietly waiting nearby.

I hope by now that my training allows me to breathe slowly and steadily, in this situation it didn’t take long before I got into the rhythm and was ready for a prolonged rebreathe session. In… Out… In … Out. I could sense when I was taking in fresh air because I needed to apply far more suction, and so far Mistress was happy that everything was working swimmingly.

Maggie took tremendous joy in swapping the relatively harmless nipple clips for a pair with a nasty bite, I sensed that she was doing some adjustment to the breathing bags, perhaps restricting the flow further by partially closing the taps, when in fact she was attaching the breathing bags to my nipple clamps with short pieces of string. From there on, each time I breathed out something happened to my nipples! Mistress did allow me a couple of breaks from the rebreathing by unplugging the bags, but I really had no idea what was happening as I still couldn’t see a thing.

The picture shows exactly what Mistress had achieved and why the heading to the blog:

SINS - Self Inflicted Nipple Stretching.

Every time I breathed out, the rebreather bags inflated and stood straight out from the mask, pulling my poor nipples upwards via the two strings. Breathe in and the bags deflated releasing the tension on the nipple clamps. Although a bit Heath Robinson’ish Mistress was very proud of the results, she mentioned afterwards that I could be the subject of future SINS once her devious experiment has been refined. Oh how I look forward to that pleasure!

Satisfied with the SINS, Maggie moved on to a little more electric stimulation. The sensation in my butt plug began gradually rebuilding again and I could feel electric pads being stuck on my balls, where my cock used to be. Pulsing and stimulation was the order of play for the next two or three musical tracks. Maggie then cleared the area so she could apply a copious amount of cool gel to my mangina and using her Doppler machine she listened carefully to my sutured area. There were a series of audible beeps coming from the wand . . .  ‘ That’s the sound of your encased cock straining to get out’, she mused. She wasn’t wrong, I was feeling very frustrated by this stage.

And then all hell broke loose in my nipples. I let out a scream and begged Maggie to stop, Stop, STOP!  I thought Maggie had applied an even worse fiendish method of ‘stimulating’ my nips. The irony was that she hadn’t added anything, it was the removal of the clamps that caused the excruciating pain. After Mistress explained this I was able to breathe through the diminishing pain and the session began reaching a natural conclusion.

My hood was finally removed and Mistress was dealing with my sutures. I asked if next time she removes stitches, perhaps she would be kind enough to allow me a few more puffs of the aromas. I know I’d been warned that they wouldn’t be coming out in a hurry, but the discomfort associated with the stitch removal was far worse than their insertion.

I believe Mistress Maggie ended the session in a good frame of mind and happier than at the start. If that is the case my job has been successful. I certainly left with a smile on my face as Maggie suggested I need to check that all stitches were actually out. Only a tease, of course they were and I returned home a very happy bunny that I had experienced SINS!.

NB: This 00:51 clip has audio.

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.