Dreams to Reality

Occasionally, when I am not mesmerised by thinking about Mistress Maggie my fingers wander through Flickr, and as my eyes settle on something rather exciting I might or might not add it to my favourites. I generally move on and forget the favourite and that is exactly what happened on this occasion until... Yes, Mistress saw it and made it happen. No, not the electric blue latex gloves that shone out like a beacon from the shiny black of her leotard, nor her lace up boots, which once I had been hooded I knelt down and dutifully worshipped. I will progress on to what dream Maggie allowed me to experience, but not yet.

Once the boot worship was satisfactorily completed, I was helped into my slave uniform of full tight black latex, led through to The Clinic and invited to sit on the couch. With a firm push on my chest Mistress made sure I was lying down, strapped down and ready for my unknown treatment. Mistress asked me some questions about a recent appointment I’d had with my GP and said that I would be receiving a second opinion. While being advised that I should continue with the prescription my GP had given me, Mistress examined me with her long blue gloves and gave me a big dose of abuse about my useless cock.

Plying me with a lot of aroma anaesthesia I became very relaxed and Maggie began her recommended therapy, suggesting in no uncertain terms that as my cock was so useless she was going to ensure it stayed that way for the rest of the session. With a pump pump here and a pump pump there, here a pump, there a pump...   My apologies, I was doing as I was told; thinking un-stimulating random thoughts as Mistress proceeded to fix a locking chastity device on me.

Nothing can be anticipated with my Mistress and as she slid the cage over my cock I was again told to ‘Think about hell slave’. Well, all the negative thoughts must have worked as I heard the click of the little lock sealing my cocks’ fate.

I was about to learn why my trusty butt plug had been left sitting all on its own in The Playroom, unwanted and unused. Mistress dangled the Kegel balls in front of my nose, not the four that I had last time but the two weighted jiggling balls which fill your arse with stimulating electric sensations. I think Mistress was in a playful mood, which is always good for a slave, as she flicked the switches and the electric motors of the gynae chair silently worked their magic on altitude, pitch and roll aspects of her pinioned slave. By the time Maggie had adjusted all aspects of the chair I felt like I had been taken for a ride. When satisfied with my orientation I was made to inhale more of Maggie’s medicinal aromas and my bum hole was taken for a ride as the Kegel balls were pushed inside.

By now, I had realised that both the Kegels and the chastity cage were not just passive objects, as Mistress was attaching leads and went on to successfully test the connections. She seemed to have great delight in watching my cock twitch and go no further, embraced in the tight confines of the electro-cage, and the sensations up my bum were throbbing to say the least. The cock electrodes were more intense but the bum throb just keeps on and on. All this erection control was just the precursor to what was about to happen next door, back in The Playroom.

Seated on the low Playroom bench I sat quietly waiting until Mistress appeared carrying a bar stool. Although I had not seen the stool before it somehow looked familiar. I then remembered the pictures that I had marked as favourites, they depicted a slave strapped to such a stool facing the seat, waiting for their Master/Mistress to sit and torment their senses with the closeness of the most private parts, and I was gradually realising what Maggie may have as a treat for her slave.

Maggie raised the seat higher until I could rest my chin comfortably on it and there I was fixed. Tight strap round the back of my neck, legs wrapped round and secured to the stool, and my wrists secured to the stool back so I was virtually hugging it. Long leather straps were tightened around the whole lot making me part of the furniture. My growing cock was beginning to put pressure on the inside of the electro chastity device at the prospect of what may be coming - a perfect time for Maggie to reintroduced me to the electrics and that's exactly what she did. That certainly focuses your mind on keeping your cock under control!

My mouth was lined with a red tongued mouthpiece, effectively preventing direct contact with any of Maggie's intimate parts that may tantalisingly present themselves. This was an expected restriction as I know the Chambers rules; no intimate worship allowed, and rules are rules!. With my legs and arms braced round the stool it did make for a very secure place for Mistress to rest her very beautiful derrière, but that delight would have to wait just a little while longer, at least until I had gratefully accepted a few more whiffs of aroma from the open bottle Mistress was holding to my nose and I felt a few more notches on the e-stim. The anticipation made any electro discomfort worthwhile.

Sensually, Mistress extended one leg over my head and gently sat down with her tightly latex covered pussy only millimetres away from my latex covered tongue. I gazed in sheer wonderment at that wonderful sight and naturally my cock started to erect again. Equally naturally, the tighter the erection inhibitor became the better the electric connection to my enclosed cock. What a delightful dilemma that I had no control over. As any red blooded male would, whenever Mistress sexily moved her private parts I got hard - but didn't of course because of the shocks... Maggie really is an expert in teasing her slave and with each tease I know I am sinking deeper and deeper under her spell.

My mouthpiece was removed and Maggie carefully re-oriented her position so her derrière was now right in front of my freed tongue, her lower back and beautiful cheeks within my reach as I was commanded to start licking. The scent and taste of Maggie was glorious. The day was warm and in her tight latex her skin had become drizzled with a thin sheen of perspiration. The taste and scent is absolutely out of this world. The combination of Mistress and moist latex certainly set me deeper and further along the path of total servitude. Sod the electrics, I was in heaven and it was about to get even more sublime.

The anaesthetic mask was once again secured to my face for a nice mixture of poppers and sweet breath control. The hosepipe extending from my nose finished with a dildo. I could only watch as Maggie sitting on her high stool smoothed oil over it, rubbing it in ready for insertion. Sliding her leotard zip open the whole length of the dildo disappeared inside her pussy. Oh what a decision to take.

There was nothing I could do except relish in my total breathing being dependant on Mistresses pussy. All the way in and you can't breathe at all, with just one hole showing I got enough air and my Mistress was taking pleasure in every moment with her breathless slave. I could actually smell the most intimate and private areas of my Mistress and when she finally laid her used dildo on the stool I was told to take care of it. ‘That’s what you wanted, now clean it up slave’. As I did so a strange progression of tastes repeated on my tongue: Mistress, lube and a hint of rubber. I had reached another step along the road of total adoration and dependence on my wonderful owner.


WARNING: This 50 second clip has audio.

Mistress Maggie had taken one of my secret desires that I had forgotten about and turned it into a brilliant reality, moving me along the road I wish to tread. I would like to thank Maggie for being the perfect Mistress but I think I had better re-address my Flickr favourites to see what else has tickled my fancy in the past and who knows...

My Dilemma

It was Monday, my nose was streaming like a tap and I really felt worse for wear. If I felt like this on Friday I knew I may have to disappoint my owner by missing my scheduled appointment. What to do? Cancel and miss out on a much needed fix of pervery and probably piss off Mistress, but if I did do that it may enable Mistress Maggie to rebook one of her other slaves. Or should I fight the cold and keep my appointment. I was determined to see my owner and it was only a cold after all. I can shake it off. I must shake it off.

By Thursday when the calling mail arrived, I knew I had made the right decision. I was in much need of some training time and I needed to see and serve my Mistress; what I didn’t need was letting her down or worse still, giving her my cold. The details of what Maggie intended for me in the session were unusually scant, giving me nothing to muse over, so I just fantasised in general about Maggie. When I arrived Mistress greeted me at the door wearing undergarments that were about as scanty as her calling mail; a vision in tight, pink trimmed latex. Following Mistress up the stairs in her high heels and little latex shorts, I had that familiar temptation to accidentally bury my nose into those wonderful bottom cheeks. But I know that unless I am invited, it’s not my place to stick my nose where it shouldn’t be and quickly regathered my thoughts and stepped back into line.

Once in the Playroom it seemed a good time to tell Maggie about my earlier cold and how I hoped to be able to achieve anything and everything asked of me despite being probably only 85% recovered.

The session commenced with an enjoyable period of shoe worship, under Maggie’s instruction I was to concentrate on cleaning the uppers of her shoes only, and that there would be plenty of time to attend to her fine heels later. In the meantime I would once again be transformed into my owners private rubber slave and was ordered into my full heavyweight catsuit, socks and gloves. Standing fully rubberised awaiting my orders I could see Mistress arranging a plastic bag, a sign that I would likely be having some breath training today. I did not have to wait too long for an intense bagging, Mistress had me kneel between her gorgeous thighs and watched as I slowly used up the air and finally had to beg for her to relax her grip on my breathing. All the while I was gazing at my owner through the plastic and wondering if this was the last heavenly vision I would see. Ah, some angel!.

Moving to the White Room I was to lay on the couch, putting my backside in a most convenient position for Maggie to unzip me and stuff my red butt plug friend inside me, she then began fastening the PVC straps that would keep me secured during my treatments. No problems with my butt plugs entry, but I did receive problems from Maggie’s shoe as she appeared to delight in using the protruding red end of my dildo for target practice. She must have been a footballer in the past because each kick was unerringly accurate and quite firm!. Right on target on the red end and I think she scored with every kick. It is a good job there is a sizeable flange on the plug otherwise it could have ended up somewhere behind my rib-cage.

Mistress had plans for further breathtaking fun for her slave, a modified gas mask suitable for rebreathing was the order of the day, and once fitted snugly, the aroma pumping hose was screwed on the front. New aromas this week, supposed to be more mellow if the label is anything to go by! I’m not sure, but I think I prefer the one I was allowed last time.

There was no mention from Maggie as to what operations she was about to do, but what happened next and confirmed by the photos, was something I have dreamed about for some time. With all the rubbery noises and ball tightening that was going on down below I sensed that my owner was attempting to recreate a picture I had favoured on Flickr, whereby a gentleman had his cock and balls tightly enclosed in thin, tight black latex. It was strangely haunting imagining my cock and balls in a similar condition, a thought that I believed could only be a dream, never to be fulfilled.

Well, never underestimate the power, creativity and ingenuity of my first class Mistress. She has the ability to make a lot of dreams come true and this dream was now being made into reality. Turning my genitals into a black rubber bundle took Maggie quite a while, much adjustment needed, use of plan B and even plan C, some very tender and occasional rough handling of my cock and balls and ingenious use of her black stockings, until she was finally pleased with her creation. Maggie still hadn’t given any indication of how she had adorned her property, but I just knew. I could definitely feel the interesting pressure her handiwork had provided and couldn’t wait for the pictures.

Mistress put on a pair of latex opera gloves and came to check me out, to see if I was OK with the gas mask. Oh yes, and quite a few squirts of the aroma bulb had me chilled out and relaxed, which was quite fortunate as Mistress wanted to broaden other horizons and whispered in that incredibly sexy voice that is generally the precursor to some hard work on my part, that she was going to attempt to insert a whole hand up my backside.

The aromas had worked well and my sphincter felt ready to accommodate Mistresses hand. The chair was adjusted to the right height to suit her arm movements, then with lots of lubrication and a thorough, penetrating, and rather pleasant anal massage Maggie was keen to get started with her slaves first real fisting attempt.

She gently and firmly rotated her fist, pushing a bit more and topping up the lube I could feel my hole stretching, her fingers were easily sliding in and out . . . in and out . . .  but she couldn’t manage to get her thumb knuckle past my sphincter. Maggie did not force the issue, rather, she patted my strapped stomach and said, ‘well done slave’.

Never mind, I had a big asshole by now and just by chance Maggie had a massive manhandler, a dildo with operating handle, that offered no resistance and slipped in easily. Once more the depth and stimulation was such that I couldn’t tell if I wanted to pee or spurt. Maggie made good use of the huge invader and I must admit to liking the sensations quite a bit!

To complete my anal exercises and fill the space that had been made available by the manhandler and attempted fisting, a string of anal beads was inserted. They popped in easily as well and all that was left protruding was the ring pull to aid extraction. They are very comfortable to wear and could easily have been left up there without any discomfort or anyone knowing, although the smile they put on your face might act as a giveaway.

The rebreathe gas mask I had been wearing was now used for its true intended purpose. Mistress explained that my rebreathing ability was to be advanced and she would be keeping a check on the clock, the hose was removed and a 6L rebreathe bag screwed on in its place. ‘Last time slave you managed 1 minute, today we will try for 1:15.’  Well, 1:15 came and I was feeling fine and when asked ‘do you want to go on?’ I nodded and grunted. So on we went, rebreathing my own air; 1:30, 1:45, grunt and yes, until we passed 2 minutes and Maggie called a halt with another ‘well done slave’.


I was rewarded for my rebreathing improvement and Maggie opened the zip on the re-breather bag and popped some aroma inside it. I was then given permission to caress her wonderful latex clad bottom, a pleasure made even more mesmerising with the medicinal properties of the aromas.

With the hydraulic gynae couch lowered so I could step off safely, we moved gently and carefully back to the Playroom for more of Maggie’s planned activities. Possibly the combination of standing up, aromas and the fact that I was less than 100% fit had me totally knackered, and I mean mind numbingly debilitated. Mistress was concerned, as she always is for her playthings, the mask was removed, followed by all of the rubber cock and ball ornamentation and I was told to lay down to recover. It is amazing how much energy is sapped trying to please your Mistress, but I think the main contributor to my coming to a halt was my lack of fitness. I still think I made the right choice to attend rather than rearrange my appointment yet still needed to apologise to my owner for having let her down.

After a grateful swig of water, recovery was swift and I was able to resume worshipping my Mistresses footwear. She lay down on the low bench and raised up one of her gorgeous and incredibly shapely legs to my very eager mouth. ‘I would like stylised worship of my heels today slave. Lick them just like a pussycat would’. I never tried to lick like a cat before, so I just moderated my usual long slow licks a little, moving along the high heels and curling my tongue up at the end of each stroke, first one foot then the other, then both heels were presented together. Maggie was smiling at me and it was a hard task to avoid staring at her very tight lingerie that was only a couple of feet away from her slaves catlike mouth. That was a lovely end to the session and I may have mentioned this before, but I do think Mistress Maggie has the most beautiful pair of legs a slave could wish for. Don’t you agree?

My dilemma had been resolved. I would have liked to be 100% fit for my owner but I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to serve for any reason, if I could possibly avoid it.

Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

One of the most superb, fun and enjoyment packed sessions with Magical Mistress Maggie; having its foundations laid several months ago when I favoured a Flickr photo showing a pair of saline inflated balls. Mistress had contacted me several weeks ago, saying she had seen the photo and had begun preliminary research into the practicalities of satisfying that particular fantasy. No promises yet, as it would be an entirely new procedure for Maggie to perfect, but it had my mind soaring. Mind you, I should have predicted this. After all, on her website Maggie invites you to call her ‘If you are looking for a skilled Mistress to fulfil your fantasies . . .  ‘. It’s now more than four years since I made my call, Mistress knows what makes me tick and has identified more of my inner-most subconscious desires. As always Maggie was right; she knew exactly what drives her slave.

The session started in familiar territory; my catsuit laid out to warm on the rubber bed, while I was sent to the cooler bathroom to dress in latex gloves and stockings, just the way Mistress likes me when I present myself at her feet ready to serve and worship. Maggie was wearing attractive white strappy sandals over the top of her long latex stockings. I was given permission to kiss, lick and suck all parts, including the latex, but instructed not to stray beyond the very top buckled strap.

From this oblique angle I could make out the severe bruising on Mistress's left thigh, she had briefly mentioned an injury in her calling email. I just wished I could have kissed that better, but the area was still painful and definitely out of bounds, so I concentrated on her shoes and latex feet. Mistress did comment that I looked good with the heel of her sandal sucked deep into my mouth.

Ordered under the gantry on my back, Maggie stepped on my bare chest and promenaded along her soft human platform, just so I could receive the very best impression of her shoes. My time spent cleaning them had had good purpose, as who wants to be stabbed with stilettos that haven't been cleaned. And all these extra privileges because I said I loved the shoes. Next time I'll mention what lovely wellies Mistress possesses!

Next the ceremonial insertion of slave into catsuit. The powder dusting, stretching the tight latex over my body, the sound of those zips being pulled closed and the spray with Mr Sheen. 'Eyes closed slave.' followed by the chill as the spray polish hits latex and the oh so charged polishing of my second skin. Once hooded, I am totally enclosed and transformed into Maggie's rubber slave: I love that feeling. And the final apparel for her slave today, the superbly crafted and snug fitting upper body harness that any self-respecting slave craves for.

I am not proud of my poor achievements in the laundry stakes. Those who have followed this blog will remember a very happy outing to Blackpool where Mistress fed me a meal of her moist panties. I was sent home with instructions to launder them, which I did, before returning them to their plastic envelope and storing them safely in my perv bag.

When Mistress, out of the blue, asked for their return I thought nothing of it, as I knew I had hand washed them. I mounted them on a piece of stiff cardboard inside an envelope and posted them to Maggie. To my eternal shame, they weren’t laundered to the high standards expected by Mistress and this session was to include a lesson in hand washing. Handling a bar of soap is not easy with latex gloves on, but Mistress was insistent I use hot water combined with gentle soaping, then a lot of rinsing. I was back and forth between sink and playroom, holding up the panties for inspection several times, until Mistress pronounced she was satisfied that I knew how to wash a pair of her panties. It was strange how the panties had taken on the smell of the cardboard, but by the end they smelt like freshly laundered lingerie. A lesson well learnt and should Mistress ever entrust me with a similar activity, she has my promise that I shall be washing and rinsing those panties many times before returned them to her.

Maggie moved the low bench beneath the suspension frame and had me lie on it, with ankles strapped high onto the overhead frame and wrists secured beneath the bench. She stood towering above me waving a huge syringe. For a fleeting moment I thought Maggie was going to inject my scrotum from this position. Instead she sat down, making herself comfortable on my lower abdomen, directed her heels back into my flabbergasted mouth and demanded her slave begin licking. Her syringe was fully loaded with liquid, Mistress pointed it at me and let out a squirt warning me what happens to slaves who don’t lick heels properly. I instinctively opened my mouth to receive the thin stream of liquid, faintly golden coloured through the clear body of the syringe, the taste instantly recognisable as essence of Maggie. Then back to licking those white heels.

As Mistress adjusted her position from abdomen to chest, she turned to present those perfectly rounded fishnet covered buttocks to within inches of my eager gaze. Mistress outlined the procedure that was about to happen to me, and asked if I had any reservation at all about her inserting a cannula into my ball-sac and infusing a quantity of saline into the scrotum. I listened intently but I had already gathered as much information as I could from the Internet, and what Maggie outlined was exactly the 'best practise' advice that was available. In any case, my balls and scrotum are owned by Maggie to do with as she pleases and I have complete and utmost trust in my Mistresses abilities. I must say, it gave me a real thrill to know that Maggie is going to perform a brand new procedure, and it made me feel a little special knowing that I was trusted enough to be her genuine guinea pig for the operation.

I was taken to the Clinic and eased onto the gynae couch where Mistress finally fitted my butt plug, an unusual harness was deployed to hold it firmly in place which was pulled up between my legs securing my balls, cock and midriff to the couch. It felt like the base of my cock was in a steel clamp but the pictures show it as the tan coloured restrainer. I could tell Mistress was just a little anxious about the imminent new venture, as once again she asked if I was happy to proceed and once more I reassured her. Excited yes, worried no.

We were ready to begin. Off came the black hood to be replaced by the white latex re breather; controlled slow in and slow out deep breaths have proved to be the best way of managing this model. Occasionally, and only when I was breathing out, I could see what was happening through the air hole, but thereafter all events were effectively blind. First of all a nice sensation as Maggie massaged a generous dollop of cocoa butter into cock and scrotum. Maggie had produced a clear set of instructions and I could hear her reading them out loud. One: Put on gloves and apply an aseptic field. Out came the sterile cover and carefully placed over my abdomen. Two: Hang saline bag high on the IV stand. . .  It was great to hear this running commentary, not because I couldn't see but because I knew Maggie was following each step in minute detail, and I love to hear her voice, particularly when 'blind'.

And so it went on. Sterile gloves; antiseptic wipes; extract tube; check for kinks; (I thought the only kink was the one lying on the couch!). A minor hitch had Maggie quoting a few chosen expletives. Adjusting the flow regulator wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed, my cock and balls ended up receiving an unplanned wash down with sterile saline solution, and the tubing had made contact with the floor.

After a few extra notes of annoyance and exasperation Maggie opened a new sterile tube. Only to be expected, as Maggie is meticulous in her adherence to a sterile environment. I did try to say that the odd hiccough was inevitable when trialling a new procedure. This comment did not help at all so I lay still and concentrated on my breathing.

When Mistress was finally satisfied with bag and regulated saline flow, it was time to insert the cannula into the scrotum. That was the least painful injection I have ever experienced. Although I was told I might feel one, there was barely a prick as the needle went in, then no pain whatsoever. The tube was attached and finally I heard a contented sigh that suggested Maggie was feeling happier.

As she attempted to use a piece of medical tape to secure the cannula to my balls, that hint of exasperation returned again. Medical tape and saline drenched scrotum are not happy companions and the meditape wouldn't stick. A couple more expletives until Mistress realised that the needle was secure without tape and she finally relaxed. I could hear her moving round, checking the cannula was still safely inserted, checking her slave was OK and it was then down to gravity as the saline slowly filled my sac.

There was very little sensation to suggest that my scrotum was gradually expanding. I felt occasional movement as the sac eased to accept its added load, but no discomfort at all. In fact, if it hadn't been for Maggie's positive comments about her now owning a much bigger set of balls, I wouldn't know they were being inflated.

Every now and then, Maggie would grab and comment on them becoming a bigger handful; that was definitely a nice feeling as Mistress cupped and measured her slaves growing ball-sac. The circumference at the start was 7.5 inches and after saline 11.5 inches; quite a presentable increase for our first attempt. It took around 20 minutes for my saline infusion and Maggie estimates that after spillages 190ml of saline was injected into my ball sac. 

I gathered Maggie was pleased with her procedure, as she spontaneously tied a rope round my inflated balls and guided me downstairs to show off her achievement to her husband. I’m not convinced he was that interested, but Maggie did insist on having me do a celebratory dance to Gerry Lee Lewis's ‘Great Balls of Fire’. It could have been worse as the alternative was 'I am Saline' by Rod Stewart!  I do love her sense of humour and mischief and although I dance like Eeyore, the dangling rope looked like it was enjoying itself. Certainly where it was attached to was enjoying the moment. Thanks John for not laughing, too much, at my saline filled ball sac.

Back to the playroom for a little breath play. Maggie positioned me once more on the low bench but this time seated with legs astride. It is at this point that I should mention to any slaves fortunate to have their balls inflated, that it’s essential you remember that your scrotal sac is considerably larger than you may be used to, and best to concentrate when sitting down. I manhandled my balls out front and then eased myself down.

The heavy stocks were locked round my neck and attached by rope to the overhead; a little movement of each pulley and I was sitting rigid, save for a little play backwards and forwards. The rope allowed the wooden stocks to slide along the heavy metal frame. Quite deliberate and once again Mistress shows her expertise when designing how to restrain her slaves.

This session wasn't going to be allowed to end without a bout of 'simple' slave suffocation. Out came a large plastic bag and after a few wafts to fill it with life giving air, it was placed over my protruding head and tied firmly in place. I smiled at Maggie as she whispered, 'You have a lot of air in there slave so it will take a long time before you suffocate.’ I sat and breathed and tried to reduce my metabolism in order to prolong the pleasure. I could see Mistresses smile as she watched me slowly disappearing in my own mist and running out of air. A large self-contained electro pad was attached to my swollen scrotum, then Maggie produced the vibrator that I remember her buying on one of our visits to Saints and Sinners in Blackpool; a powerful, purple headed, mains powered little number, these menacing toys playing on my balls at the same time destroying any attempts at staying calm. Mistress was quite clear that I was not allowed to disgrace myself, and that I should spend some time later, on my own, investigating and reporting on the performance of my bigger balls. I do as I'm told so with difficulty, contained my excitement.

I did investigate them later and can confirm a few things;

1)  It feels great to walk with big balls swinging free. A bit like a ball weight of 190gms but all over your abdomen (that is also 190cc of increased scrotum capacity)

2) You need baggy trousers to accommodate the bigger ball sac

3) Afterwards your cock and balls work perfectly and fully function in all departments

4) This operation has drawn me far closer to my Mistress and I really loved the experience

5) Unfortunately, by the following morning, inflation signs had almost disappeared although I 'knew' they were still bigger

6) Mistress suggests using an anti wrinkle cream as she does not want her property marred by stretch marks

Another fantasy converted to reality by my owner and finally, I was given one of Maggie's home made exquisite mince pies. Not only the best Mistress, she also produces the best home made mince pies a person could want. The only negative point from this otherwise excellent session was the fact that I could only have one mince pie, so I booked another session before Christmas in the hope there might be one left.

Flickr Pics

If you are interested in an exceptional Professional Dominatrix, I would suggest  Mistress Maggie is the best of the best, but don't take my word for it. Visit her web site, read about a stunning Professional Mistress and, if you are brave enough, arrange a visit to heaven.


I also have an account on  Flickr - jo nep where pictures of my first 60 training sessions, with Mistress Maggie are displayed together with commentary about each session.  I will continue posting pictures on Flickr after each session with Maggie. New posts will be announced here.

Originally posted in June 2014 I have reset the date to the first session that I had with Mistress Maggie and reflects the real birth of my fetish; when I transferred dreams into reality. Subsequent post will be similarly adjusted to reflect their actual chronology.