Truly Humbled

I knew today’s theme would have a somewhat red feel because the calling mail asked me to bring my red catsuit, gloves and socks, but that was the only hint of what was about to happen. Mistress often gives a hint of what awaits me but not on this occasion. I was a little disappointed with the missing hint but it certainly did not prevent me from arriving outside The Chambers in an upbeat mood, ready and willing to perform whatever Mistress Maggie wished of her slave.

After a short wait I was greeted by my Mistress in her red catsuit. Ah, matching slave and owner! That gave a pleasant ‘in tune’ feeling for the rest of today. Not only a stunning red catsuit, Maggie also had matching red boots complemented with the stark black of her leather harness and highlighted with a stunning silver waspie that twinkled in the light that flooded in from the street.

I followed Mistress upstairs mesmerised by the way her body rippled in the tight latex and particularly the undulating cheeks that were so close to my devouring eyes. Once again I was tempted to nuzzle my nose between the red latex cheeks but as always I didn’t have the confidence that now was the right time, so I settled for ogling the sight as we safely ascended the stairs to The Playroom. 

We talked a little about trivia that had happened since our last meeting, until I was dispatched to The Bathroom with instructions to return in my red socks and gloves. Returning, dressed as instructed, I was set to work on cleaning Mistresses red boots, all the way up above the knees and all the way down to the heels, all the time accompanied by a tattoo from Maggie’s red handled suede whip. I was pleased that Maggie felt sufficiently relaxed to administer hard strokes across any part of me that came within range, with zero regard for how delicate the part.

As a self-preservation measure, I took to lying face down in order to clean the lower parts of those beautiful booted legs. Of course, Mistress knew exactly what I was doing and giggled that delightfully tinkly laugh that says she knows what I’m up to. However, in order to work my tongue up the boots towards her latex covered private parts, I needed to return to a more exposed position. I know that I mustn’t worship above the tops of the boots, crafty I know, but so far I have not been admonished for gently massaging that sacred area with the top of my head. After a fair whip thwacking and a few more caresses it was time to move on to the next part of the session and fitting me into my red latex catsuit.

As I went to gather up my catsuit I noticed the Humbler sitting quietly on top of the Toilet Box. That stirred my memory and started to bring into focus what might be happening later in the session, and all of a sudden I recalled an email I sent to Mistress about two months ago where I suggested -

' … the scenario that comes to mind includes:

Humbler, armbinder, one of your hoods/gas masks/helmets that leave me totally in the dark, aromas and of course your slave.

This might be impractical or not achievable but I imagined me being led around by the only Mistress I ever want… '

If you suggest something you have fantasised about Mistress is likely to put it into action if it’s possible. It won’t be immediate, she will mull it over before making it happen at a time she feels ready and the memory has faded in your mind.

Back to donning my catsuit where I managed to make quite a cock up. We agreed that next time I need to be more careful with the alignment of the seams of the suit in the leg area. I got into a real pickle by thinking the ankle zips should be on the inside leg, whereas they should be down the outside!  The legs were obviously twisted and the problem wasn’t noticed until I was fully dressed in it and zipped up, and I didn’t look very neat. I really must remember that for next time.

Maggie fitted me with a comfortable red hood to further enhance the redness and finally topped it off with a GP5 gas mask complete with aromas pump hose. A new bottle of Aromas was opened and a small amount poured into the glass jar and I was ready. But for what? This question was further enhanced when Mistress Maggie appeared wearing her own GP5 gas mask and also attached a hose.

Dancing had been put on the menu and Maggie changed the ambience by darkening the room and adding disco lights, Madonna tunes were soon to be heard through the Playroom speakers. What a combination; the erotic sounds of Madonna surpassed by the highly sensual and erotic dancing of my Mistress. The movement of her lithe body had me right under her spell, dancing really allows you to fully appreciate the subtleness, the texture, sounds and movement of latex; it was a real latex fetishists’ delight. We danced closer and I could feel the warmth from her superb body as she snuggled up with her dance moves, and as she closed in grabbed the ball… of the aromas pump of course and wafted me more wonderful puffs. 

We continued with these highly erotic movements for a while with Mistress getting good use of her whip on my willing body. It would be accurate to say that the highly charged dancing created an electric ambiance in the room and I was really pleased that Maggie seemed to be really enjoying her dancing with her slave. Just for the records, my dancing was the opposite end of the scale scale of the highly charged movements of Maggie as I move like a constipated cart horse, but I did enjoy it.

And now to my fantasy that I outlined above. First of all my arms were secured in a leather wrist binder, which once attached to my slave collar with a short belt, held my hands in a praying position. Mistress had wanted to use a short chain and on reflection that would have produced a more secure, less forgiving and unbreakable attachment between wrists and neck. I was ordered onto the bed, on my back for the act of attaching the Humbler. We have used this method on my previous humbling occasions by firstly securely attaching The Humbler across my stomach then, by opening my legs as wide as possible so the humbler can be passed through to the rear, and that’s it. The humbler is in the correct position which forces the wearer to constantly bend forward.

Mistress looking a little annoyed!

To help retain the Humbler, Mistress threaded two black ropes through the loops at the end of the humbler’s arms before feeding them through the cruck of my elbows and tightened the whole arrangement so I really was bent double. Once tightened, there is absolutely no way the wearer can stand and at most I was able to just see Mistresses beautiful features if I raised my eyes as far as I could. It appeared that my walking would be reduced to a shuffle too, as Maggie began fitting a short metal spreader bar between my ankles. The GP5 had been removed by now, only to be replaced with an inflatable gas mask which Mistress went on to gently blow up.

The final piece of my incarceration was in the Clinic and Maggie led me there to seek it out. There wasn’t much chance for me to look around as in no time at all I was made sightless, because the item she’d sought was a pair of eye covers that fitted perfectly over my gasmask’s lenses. And that was that. Legs shackled, arms totally immobile attached to my neck and totally blind. It is a superb feeling to be so dependent on one wonderful person who had it in her power to once again do what she wanted with her willing slave. 

Mistress had several jobs that she needed to do around the upper floor and I was led by my lead in whichever direction she needed to go. We headed towards the bathroom and I got a good telling off for having not left the light on and door closed. Inside the bathroom, another telling off for leaving the seat up then a hobble back to the Playroom. It is really difficult walking with shackled ankles, and although I tried really hard I did allow my clattering spreader bar to catch against door frames and skirting boards, only to be told off once more.

Those of you who have followed my blog know slovenliness and carelessness generally attract painful consequences and today was no different. Bear in mind I had been completely blind for quite a while and had been led round and round the Playroom and other parts of the upper floor, I really had no idea as to my orientation and was perplexed when Mistress bent me further forward and snapped my neck into the stocks. Now, I associate the Stocks with the large wooden ones normally hung from the hoist, yet the ones I was secured in had no give and no sway, and little did I know that my bum was at the ideal angle.

Mistress indicated I was about to receive a crop stroke for each misdemeanour and to reinforce the punishment I was to repeat the words after each stroke.

I (thwack), must (thwack), not (thwack), leave (thwack), the (thwack), toilet (thwack thwack), seat (thwack), up (thwack).

This metre was repeated for the other issues;

I must not close the bathroom (thwack thwack) door,

I must not leave the landing (thwack thwack) light on,

I must not damage (thwack thwack) the skirting (thwack thwack) boards,

I must not damage (thwack thwack) the door frames.

At the end, I tentatively asked Mistress why I received double thwacks for bathroom, toilet, damage and skirting. Simple. ‘One smack per syllable’ she replied, and picking up her crop went on to demonstrate again! I wasn’t complaining as I deserved whatever I got.

Mistress did not spare the rod and knew that my thick rubber suit would deaden some of the force of the strokes, but that was no excuse for me shamefully managing to snap the strap that had tethered my wrists to my collar. I think she just needed to punish her slave and get rid of any frustrations, because the broken strap meant the ropes gradually worked loose making the Humbler give up its grip on my balls. She had promised to tighten the spikes on my balls and use the stretching mechanism to further extend my balls, but this would have required a full system reset and Maggie was ready for the next and final phase. It turned out once the eye covers were removed that the stocks used were the ones incorporated in the back of her throne, hence the rigidity of their neck embrace. 

The final phase was suspension and electro stimulus. I am becoming quite adept at climbing into the heavy suspension harness and was pleased when I received a ‘Well done slave’, as the only task Mistress needed to do was tighten the waist and crotch straps. A word of advice to anyone fortunate enough to be offered this suspension, is to take a couple of moments to adjust the two crotch straps to make sure balls are well out of the way, because all your weight rests on these straps and a misplaced bollock would have excruciating consequences.

Once the straps were tight, I was able to save Mistress the task of attaching the top of the suspension frame to the ceiling ring and received another ‘Well done slave.’ These compliments really set me up because I have pleased my Mistress and in a small way do compensate for the problems I had caused. Once attached to the overhead, I follow Maggie’s advice and test that everything sits comfortably by bending knees and allowing the harness to take my considerable weight. Once satisfied, Mistress arranges my legs in leather stirrups, attaching them to the overhead frame, I can then sit back in the harness and it’s a relatively easy task for Mistress to raise the frame and end up with a swinging slave.

Word to the wise: The suspension is heavy equipment. As Mistresses slave you have a responsibility to protect her from damage and keep a keen eye on the overhead and warn Mistress if she is about to bang her head.

Although I had asked for the inflatable hood to be removed following my punishment, it was now reinstated and I was to enjoy the finale with aromas too. Maggie set about setting up an electrifying finish and by the time she’d finished, I guess I had sufficient circuitry to run a switch panel, computer or even the lights in the house. 

The first two circuits included the electro loops around my cock/balls teamed with the large bulldog clips that Maggie recently announced on her X feed. The third circuit involved an electro sound paired with a stick-on pad near my bum hole. this sent quite a sensation right through my groin area and Mistress made sure I was given an extensive sounding. That’s three independent circuits, each pulsing at slightly different speeds that led to one very happy and very stimulated slave. Maggie was obviously keen on clamps today, more had been fastened onto my nipples in the form of bright orange ones with teeth. After the embarrassment last session, I was determined not to ejaculate and this time I managed to stay orgasm free. 

I don’t know if this disappointed Mistress, but her final action certainly killed off any orgasmic thoughts when she turned her attention to my nipples and removed one of my clamps. Maggie is well aware of the stimulation a slave gets when a clamp is removed and I am sure I did not disappoint when I hollered AAARGGH!!! My response must have made her feel hungry because she took a huge and very painful bite from my left nipple. I am sure there were some cannibalistic thoughts in her mind and any more pressure and I could definitely see myself being de-nippled. Of course I have two nipples and had to endure her painful treatment twice!

Once again, I have nothing but admiration for the exciting journey Mistress Maggie took me along today and can only hope that she continues to allow me to continue my training. 

Thank you Mistress.

Warning: This 1min rubber dancing clip has audio.

So Those are my Brains!

I had to ask Mistress Maggie NOT to bring out her e-stim towards the end of our session. Imagine my embarrassment at having to beg for such a regular and so enjoyable treat not to be deployed, but by this time I was completely knackered and literally drained. 

The calling email was absolutely no help whatsoever in helping me prepare for such an exciting but demanding session. Here’s what I received -

'Your rubber nurse will be checking your health and if needed may have suitable remedies for you about her person'.

Stainless steel speculum

I mean, how could I tell from that that I was in for the most magnificent pegging any slave could wish for, and that was only one part of the surprises that Maggie had in store for her loyal rubber slave today.

As you might expect, we started with me being invited through the front door of The Chambers, this time by a vision of a nurse in black and white latex. Once inside my first task was to give Maggie her belated birthday present, then I took off my shoes and with preliminaries completed I followed Mistress upstairs towards the Playroom. During the climb I was able to take in and admire some of the subtleties of Maggie's attire: The asymmetric black latex skirt, very smart black boots with sensible heels, a white latex apron and white latex waist cincher, her arms were covered with a pair of striking gauntlets, all topped off with the red nurse cross on Maggie's white latex cap. What I couldn't see from behind was the outline of the strap-on harness hidden under her apron.

Mistress has never been slow at getting me into some latex, due to the winter chill I was allowed to quickly strip and don my latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and boot worship followed immediately. I find the act of worshipping Mistresses boots puts me in the correct frame of mind for the remainder of the session, and the encouragement I received from Mistresses flogger pushed me into what I can only describe as my sub-space, ready and willing to participate in anything and everything Maggie wanted to do with me. It was the first time I’d been introduced to this flogger as it had been a recent birthday gift from another of her slaves.

A swift wriggle had me into my working suit, once more dressed as Mistresses latex slave for the day. The chill on the rubber soon wears off once you’re zipped up. Mistress picked up the red butt plug that I had deposited on the cabinet and told me to prepare to be invaded. I did as any trained slave would do and retrieved the Playroom Horse to save Mistress the struggle of moving it. She slid her hand to open my crotch  zip and whilst supine across the horse, Mistress applied copious quantities of lubricant to both my anus and butt plug and within seconds, with no fuss or discomfort, it plopped into place. That final, familiar tingle as the last rib goes in is a wonderful feeling. I know it is in, is reliably secure and soon to be zipped securely out of sight.

In more recent sessions I have had an electric plug or anal hook fitted up my bum, but I must admit I had missed the pleasant stretching and was glad my not so little friend was back home. I was to wear fist mittens today before the final adornment to my uniform was snugly fitted; a black latex zipped hood with open eye, mouth and nasal holes. All in all a most comfortable hood to complete my all black appearance.

Following Mistress through to The Clinic I knew the drill. as soon as my crotch zip was suitably opened, Maggie instructed me to climb onto the couch and arrange myself so my bum was in an accessible position. I shuffled my buttocks until they were at the foot of the couch, raised and spread my legs into the waiting stirrups and relaxed as Mistress buckled me down with the stout plastic straps, adjusted my pillow and manoeuvred the couch into the optimum height and position for her investigations. I hadn’t expected my little friend to be removed so soon after arriving home, but once the gloves were on, out it came, leaving my now slightly stretched ring wondering what it had done wrong to have its friend so rudely removed. 

My sphincter didn't have long to wait as Maggie retrieved her steel speculum to facilitate a more in-depth observation of my asshole, and once again I could feel my hole being stretched. Judging by her comments, I think Maggie might be looking for a larger smoother model to further stretch that passage in the future. Perhaps another late birthday present is on the cards, although if truth be known, I don't need much of an excuse to help fund this type of lovely equipment. Anyway, Maggie can be a real tease and after a good firtling around that’s exactly what she did.

She mentioned that she had her large dildo on under her apron (may have suitable remedies for you about her person.) and went on to describe its length and girth and asked if I wanted to see it. Another tease as Mistress knew quite well that I couldn't get into the right angle on the couch to view the rubbery invader. No matter, I certainly felt the size where it really mattered as it slowly entered where my friend had once resided. 

My backside now had a new friend that was far more active than my red butt plug. Mistress made sure it went all the way in and if it had balls they would have slapped against my buttocks as Maggie increased the thrusts. It is such a liberating feeling to be fucked by your owner, all cares vanished as I concentrated on the wonderful seeing to I was being allowed to experience. As Mistress continued to pound me her heavyweight latex apron was pounding my exposed cock and balls, until her gyrating movements slowed down and I tried to follow the retreating phallus with a last downward thrust of my hips in an attempt to prolong my sojourn to heaven.

Mistress was intent on exploring the depths of my inner workings and fitted an anal spreader to enable better access to my brains! Mistresses description, not mine. The last time I had this spreader fitted it could be expelled too easily, making it difficult to achieve any meaningful ass dilation, but recognising this shortcoming Maggie went on to design a suitable elasticated harness that clipped to the equipment and, et voila, stretch away with no danger of it plopping out. A twist on one screw followed by the others had it achieving a spread that Maggie was satisfied with. I swear I could feel the chill draft up the Khyber, but that may have been in my imagination.

What was not in my imagination was the semi transparent rebreather hood that was then neatly and snugly fitted over my black hood. I have used this wonderful hood in the past and with long slow breaths in and out it is easy to obtain sufficient air, although being double hooded made breathing a little more difficult but nothing a well trained slave shouldn't be able to handle. Also not in my imagination, but a lot closer to my 'brains', Mistress now having sufficient clearance in the neck of the anal spreader chose to sneak the Playroom vibrator in there. The first was a little restrictive so Maggie decided to try a slimmer one, now that really hit the spot! With a few more turns of the screws who knows what Mistress will be able to fit up my arse.

The rebreather hood kept me focussing on my breathing for around 20 minutes before it was replaced by Mistress’ monkey gas mask, and excitement set in when a hose with a perforated dildo was screwed on as an attachment. Talk about tease, Maggie told me that this little tube was about to enter her most intimate, sacred place and she was raising up her apron as she spoke. Talk about heaven; I could sense the dildo entering that sacred orifice. I could once again taste my Mistress and then the air gradually ran out the deeper the tube was inserted. leaving me sucking as hard as I could. God knows what pleasures Maggie was getting knowing her slave was sucking at her pussy and struggling for air. From my point of view, I could think of a lot worse ways for my life to ebb away than by having my last breaths lost deep inside my Mistress.

I am not sure I was pleased or disappointed when Mistress removed the hose and allowed me more air, with a quick wipe with a sterile wipe the hose was taken to the foot of the couch to be inserted into my own bum.  Imagine being suffocated up your own bottom! It felt strange and nowhere near as enjoyable as its previous location, but Mistress said, ‘It’s as much as you deserve for all the complaining you did while I was pleasuring myself slave’.

Relief in the form of the aromas pump hose was fixed to my gas mask port next, and I inhaled several long deep breaths of the relaxing aromas. A nice precursor to the next item on Maggie's to do list. She mentioned that last night as she was drifting off to sleep she thought of a new method for securing my cock and balls out of harms way, and as a natural guinea pig I was keen and eager to find out what the new method would look like when completed. Out came the stapler and Mistress became very busy with her work. I couldn't see the artistry being created but Mistress assured me that it looked remarkably like a sausage roll or penis parcel. Not for the first time, once in the midst of losing any semblance of being a male, I ejaculated. ‘Oh dear, oh dear, everything is going to be painful for you now then’, she said bringing out some stout needles and sticking them in down there ready for some electro play.

By now, the post orgasm downer was setting in and when I was asked if we should proceed with the final part of the training to add a little spark of electrics to my scrotum, I regrettably had to beg for discontinuing my heavenly journey. The main reason for requesting an end to today’s training was the pain associated with removing the staples. As I said, this wasn’t the first time I had exploded during a mangina-ing and on another occasion the staple removal really caused some discomfort. When the staples were removed from today’s ‘penis parcel’ Maggie could only giggle and acknowledge the mess I had made. I know I am there to do whatever Mistress wants, but when offered the choice I took the embarrassing cowards way out. Sorry Mistress.

However, every cloud has a silver lining because the extra time created by embarrassingly losing my bottle was usefully devoted to assisting Mistress Maggie with a comprehensive clean of all the latex, and of course her Clinic. Sometimes I am allowed to assist with the latex washing but today I was allowed to help with in depth cleaning. I feel that by helping Mistress in this way that she may have a more relaxing weekend, free of major cleaning and for that I am really grateful.

Thank you Mistress and many more pleasant and productive dreams.

Caution: This 02:13min breathplay dildo clip has audio.

Internet Ideas

In the intervening period between my wonderful sessions with Mistress Maggie, I frequently seek solace by aimlessly browsing the ‘interesting’ areas of the internet, and if I come across a video that floats my boat I will imagine if it could be useful to my Mistress. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, my training sessions are all about pleasing Maggie and as such I never prescribe any actions for her to take. However, I have had good telling's off because of this lack of input, so occasionally I will send a scenario or even a link to a video I have viewed over to her.

Because Mistress does take care of all her slaves interests, she may or may not try to incorporate all or part of my offerings, but not normally for a few weeks. This means it is not fresh in my memory and when the suggestion materialises, the surprise is genuine. On this occasion, with it being a long break over the Christmas period (Happy New Year by the way), I had spotted two videos that piqued my interest.

The first scene was a woman who indicated she liked appearing in public wearing an almost invisible gag. I searched for appropriate clear medical tape, located a source and ordered several rolls of differing sizes to experiment with. When they arrived, I wasted no time testing and deploying the gag and although it took several attempts because activating the tape was tricky, I finally mastered the actions and dropped Mistress a note outlining what I had found.

This internet idea turned out to be a major disaster. I was instructed to bring the tape to this session and once I’d put on some latex and presented myself at her feet, Mistress also had a go at trying out the invisible gag. I had lost sight of the number of attempts I’d had at home before I was able to satisfactorily deploy an effective gag with the tape; probably a dozen, and I was not wearing latex gloves as Mistress was. It wasn’t going well and I could tell there was increasing frustration in Mistresses voice after each attempt at peeling the back and front of the tape covering. Mistress as always persisted and after several attempts managed to deploy the gag. ‘So that’s what you like is it slave?’, she asked, ‘and how do you intend to worship my footwear now?’. 

My inability to answer resulted in several heavy slaps to my face, so heavy that I am certain I saw little stars dancing around. Mistress was clearly not impressed with the tape and I hastily removed it and got down to what I had been trained to do; a good boot licking accompanied by cracks of her riding crop on my ass.

Now the second suggestion, although only a couple of days ago, was partly incorporated into the session by Maggie. I will enlighten you a little later, but first it was time to climb into my latex uniform of thick working suit and hood. I was then instructed to kneel on the latex bed where a piece of cold steel was pushed up my ass in the form of an anal hook. That sensual little plop as the bulbous head finds its way through my sphincter always generates a very pleasant shudder as it sinks home. Using a good tug Mistress tightly latched the hook onto a leather harness that hung down my back. Pulled tight meant I was held upright otherwise its neck strap would start to choke me. 

Continuing her predilection with leather restraints, Maggie produced more trustworthy items from her collection; a pair of armbinders. These were part of my revealed fantasy and Maggie was now attaching them to my arms. Hands were pushed deep into each mitt and the lace pulled tight until both arms were quite rigid. I had suggested a single armbinder in my fantasy, but Mistress knows that it could soon become too problematic for a slave of my years, whereas individual armbinders are just as effective, can easily be adjusted and are more versatile. My arms were pulled behind me and three straps drew them closer and closer together. 

I got such a boost when Mistress complimented me on how far she could pull my arms together, as quite a few slaves have difficulty with this exercise. Imagine compliments from your owner, I felt like I was walking on air! That didn’t last long, and I was soon brought down to earth with the fixing of a relatively short but very heavy leg spreader, my mouth was then filled with a bulging rubber bulb gag and a lead snapped onto my collar. Yes, this was another part of the fantasy. I was going to be taken for a walk round the Chambers. 

It is incredibly difficult to get through doorways with the spreader on, if I were to attempt the ‘normal’ waddle walk I would batter chunks out of doors and skirting boards, so believing I'd had enough face slaps for one day I developed a crablike gait to get through doors sideways. Thankfully I managed without any damage and we ended up in the bathroom where Maggie needed a pee. She deposited a good few centimetres into a jug right in front of my eyes. If that wasn’t sufficiently frustrating, Maggie removed the gag and bending a little instructed me to lick and clean her bottom. I strained to get my tongue onto her sphincter and managed a few wonderful moments before Maggie moved off, carrying her jug of pee and dragging her slave behind. A brief sojourn into the second room to allow Mistress to cover herself in her plastic suit again and change her belt, then a final crab walk back to the playroom. 

Mistress obviously knows how to pleasure this slave and had me bow to my Majesty. Of course I did, and the strain on the anal hook got stronger and stronger the deeper I was instructed to bow, and of course I loved it because it was amusing Maggie.

Mistress then pointed out I would be going into a bodybag, but before I was granted that privilege I was sat on the wooden chair and received the luxury of having my cock pumped and then stuffed with sounds. With a grin, Mistress said that I needed to be stiff if I was to be sealed in the corpse bag which was already laid out on the bed. It certainly worked, I always appreciate a good pumping and my cock was treated to Maggie’s glass sounds today.

Obviously the spreader had to be removed before I could climb into the corpse bag, and the straps to the armbinders were also disconnected, but I opted to keep my latex hood on as it was comfortable and cosy. Mistress began fitting me into an inflatable gasmask hood, in a strange way I was glad she did not pump it up, because it gives incredibly pleasing sensations; you breathe in and out and the outer hood ripples in sympathy with the breathing. To avoid any fiddling about once inside the body bag, Mistress attached a short length of rope to loosely tie my wrists behind my back.

The corpse bag consists of an inner and outer layer, the inner layer being more like a transparent pouch. Climbing into it was easy as I have been well trained and once Maggie was happy with my positioning she attached electrodes, creating a couple of electric circuits round my cock and balls. Because there was no access for leads the power box had to be enclosed in the bag with me and a mass of pulsating sensations were soon to be felt caressing my nether regions. A hose attached to my gas mask would be my only link with the outside world. As I lay there I realised the wrists ropes were incredibly effective at stopping me from fiddling with my stiff cock. My incarceration time had arrived. The plastic inner cover was eased round my head and I could just make out Maggie's wonderful body encased in her plastic and rubber, then the outer covering was zipped across and I was in complete darkness. 

I was once again able to enjoy quiet solitude, to focus on how incredibly fortunate I am to be a slave to my stunning Mistress. Every now and then I could just hear the hiss of the aromas pump as another dose was administered, but other than that noise I could hear very little. I imagined my Goddess moving silently round her bodybag, occasionally gently touching the bag to ensure I hadn’t become a real stiff and ruin all the good training. All the while the pulsing electrodes were continuously massaging my cock and balls.

This went on for what seemed a long while and I wondered what it would be like to stay in this state for ever until I noticed a subtle change to my breathing. I first detected a bubbling and realised that Maggie had now got me breathing through a bubble bottle. A few seconds later I could detect a different mild scent and realised that I was now breathing air through Mistresses pee. What a sensation. All my air was being fed through Maggie's waste material and I loved it. I could taste Maggie, and as I wasn’t able to drink the nectar it was fantastic to breathe and taste that scent. Then I detected a mingling of aromas with the pee scent and spent a good ten minutes deeply immersed by this magical mixture. I learnt later that Mistress had added a few drops of aromas to the bubble bottle. 

I lay there breathing in and experiencing Maggie’s gentle touch and wishing the electrics could be turned up a little. That wasn’t gong to happen because as I said, the unit had been sealed inside the body bag.

Apart from the face slapping earlier which I clearly deserved through my stupidity, I had the most wonderful experiences from Mistress Maggie and the solitude I experienced inside the dead bag further cemented my feeling of devotion, dedication and love for my Mistress.

Thank you Maggie.

Warning: This 2:03min corpse bag bondage clip has audio

Big Balls Day

When I received the calling e-mail it almost told me exactly what to expect. The pre-session mail from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘Wear big spacious pants as a precaution. Rubber nurse is planning a big day for you.’

I think it was safe to assume that I was going to receive a long overdue saline infusion and give Mistress a huge set of testicles to play with. It also acted as a reminder to pack my latex underpants into my kit bag for the return journey, just in case the saline leaks out of my balls as has happened before. As I made way to Maggie’s Chambers I was curious to find out if I had accurately diagnosed my treatment.

Yep, this time I got my assessment exactly right. That is not to say that was all that happened during another wonderful session with my Mistress. Once again, due to the cool weather, I was invited to get rid of my outdoor clothes and don my rubber socks and gloves in the Playroom. I was of course feeling a little excited having been greeted by Maggie in her all white nurse uniform, topped off with a very bright and shiny white bobbed wig. I have to admit feeling a trifle embarrassed at my lack of control as the beginnings of an erection must have been clearly visible as I disrobed, but what slave wouldn't become excited by a very sensual and sensational lady in tight latex, and Maggie certainly has a penchant for doing that!

After changing into my rubber accessories and laying out my thick black rubber suit and butt plug for later use, I was sent to the bathroom to deposit the day clothes and perv bag. On my return there was no boot worship and that concerned me, as it was a big change from my normal routine. Instead, I was ushered onto the rubber bed, told to present my arse for attention and my butt plug easily and comfortably glided in to fill it up.

We then got me nicely encased in my thick latex catsuit. Even though the suit has been well chlorinated, a light dusting of talc was applied inside, moreso in the sleeves as Maggie always helps with my arms. I think Mistress does like to dress her slaves 'properly’, and after a visual inspection she dusted off any wisps of talc from my upper torso, I was told to use the cloth and clean off my calves and socks to ensure my owner didn't have to bend down for such a simple task.

Oddly there was still no footwear worship, instead Mistress applied padded leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I imagined they were to be used to restrain me somehow, but for the moment the carabiner connections were just left dangling. Mistress opened a plastic bag and extracted a brand new, sterile nasal cannula and began deploying it on my face, its curved prongs were slipped into my nostrils and its plastic tube was placed comfortably around my ears before being attached to a source of aromas. I detected the quiet humming of an electric pump and Maggie told me to exhale and hold my breath, when told to breath in I received an awesome blast of aromas. Satisfied that her test had worked Mistress had me wear a black latex hood and the cannula was secured invisibly in place.

‘Down on the floor slave. On your front’, ordered Mistress. It is a good job I am well padded in that department as the carabiners were brought into use, ankles and wrists clipped together in a very effective hogtie position, not that I wanted to, but with some fiddling and persistence I could possibly have undone the clasps and slipped out of the bondage. No, the reason for the bondage then became apparent as Mistress started pumping her bulb pump and I was instantly plied with an infusion of aromas, and in a somewhat intoxicated state I was instructed to, ‘clean my boots slave’. 

So that was me, boot slave for the next ten minutes. It wasn’t the easiest task I’ve been given by any stretch,  Mistress was keeping a keen eye on the boot cleaning and if I was failing to perform to her satisfaction I received the clap of a crop on rubber, including cock and ball area as well. Wriggling around on the carpet I struggled as best as I could to keep my tongue moving even when Maggie changed her position. ‘You have one job slave’, Mistress reminded me as she gave me another slap with her crop and placed the deep tread soles of her nurse boots on my face, by now I had learned that the best thing to do was just keep on licking. On the positive side, I was treated to that wonderful laugh as Maggie watched my squirmings, so it was worth the attentions of the crop.

That has got to be the most difficult and physically demanding footwear worship that I have experienced, and for once I was grateful when my boot duty ended and Maggie undid my clasps ready to progress to our next experience.

Ah, now onto my successful assessment of Mistresses calling mail. With the ankle and wrist cuffs removed it was an easy walk behind Maggie's delightful, white coloured rear through to The Clinic. I didn't resist the temptation this time and gently stroked one hand down the length of the latex skirt. The feeling of smooth latex on smooth latex is simply divine and fortunately I think the stroking was appreciated by my Mistress because I wasn't issued a warning. When the door to the clinic was opened, there was the cream rubber bodybag draped over the couch awaiting its victim, and I also noticed the matching double skinned cream latex hood.

I know the drill due to the excellent training I have received and I helped Mistress lay out the suit down the length of the couch. I even mentioned the internal arm envelopes, but I wasn't sure if Maggie's congratulations were genuine or just to make her slave feel that little more valued at remembering this extra restraining feature. I climbed onto the couch and teased my two latex covered black legs into the bag, then with considerable assistance from my owner slipped each arm into the internal sleeves. And that was effectively the end of the possibility of bottom stroking and in fact any movement at all apart from the odd wiggle. 

Maggie proceeded to zip me up in my tight latex cocoon before tightening the body straps as tight as she could. I was left to lie there and willingly accept my fate at the hands of my adorable Mistress once again. My conversion from an all black rubber slave to an all white one was completed with the fitting of the matching double skinned hood. I was given the choice of leaving the black hood underneath or replacing it with the cream one. I chose the former because the cannula was working absolutely fine as it was and I didn't wish to upset Mistress by disturbing it. I am also obsessed with layers of rubber and secretly fancied three layers of head covering.

Speaking of obsessions, Mistress left the outer covering unzipped for now and by careful positioning I could catch occasional glimpses of my main obsession as Maggie in her guise of my rubber nurse continued with her preparation. Strangely enough, the best view of Mistress was those glorious breasts. Whichever way I tilted my perforated eyes they kept returning to that area. As Maggie moved to the foot of the couch I was happy being able to see any part of my beautiful owner and I lay comfortably as the crotch zips were opened and Maggie proceeded to massage a good dose of body butter into my scrotum to make the skin more pliable. 

Returning from the bathroom she donned a fresh pair of sterile latex gloves, arranged a sterile plastic drape around my groin area and announced that she would be experimenting with needles rather than cannulas for delivering the saline, I have said many times in the past that I love being Mistresses lab-rat, ready to be experimented on, so naturally I agreed. Before I knew it two green needles were inserted into my ball sac, while the two bags of saline hanging on the IV stand began steadily dripping their contents and two short lengths of surgical tape held the needles where needed. Maggie had applied a tourniquet round my cock; from past experience, without the tourniquet, the saline not only fills the balls but also turns the whole area into a homogenous blob, just as effective at emasculating the subject as a mangina or sutures.

Maggie gave me the thumbs up to show she was very happy with the constant drip drip drip drip. We now had some time to wait for the balls to fill, a good excuse for Maggie to keep me in total isolation and the front cover of the hood was zipped shut and that was the last peek I managed of my fantastic Mistress. Although breathing was restricted, it was very comfortable in the hood and the thick latex allowed the merest cream glow to filter through.

As I lay there very content I knew that by the end I would be graced with super sized balls. Every now and then I heard the distinctive hiss of the aromas being pumped and took the cue to take a long slow intake of the relaxing elixir, typically Maggie would give me four or five pumps as I breathed in. This was quite a different aromas experience to the last session, where I was using a rebreather which served as a reservoir and I would recycle the aromas. Today with the nasal cannula, breathe out and it was gone and I was straight back to breathing the rubberised air inside the hood. I wasn't alone however, I was in excellent hands and in my imagination I had a view as clear as day of my Mistress and the last image I received through the eye perforations. 

When Mistress was not tending to the infusion, I received the most exquisite random touches to remind her slave that she was still in attendance. It might be across my chest then around my head and frequently round cock and balls and the final touch of total subjugation was allowing me to listen to some music through Maggie's headphones attached to her i-phone. I have no idea what was being played, but it suitably continued to arouse my whole libido.

A long time had passed before I felt the plastic drape being removed and Mistress was again fiddling with what used to be my ball sac, but I expect would be more resembling a stretched football bladder after being infused with 800mls of saline. Maggie wanted a little electric fun at my expense and stuck three pairs of adhesive electrodes around my new bladder-balls and set the boxes pulsating. That lasted a good few minutes but she wasn't satisfied with the levels of excitement being generated and decided that more needles would soon fix that! Maggie counted as she pushed them in; three needles per testicle, and when her applications were complete the needles were given a rousing electrical circuit of their own, making four estim circuits playing havoc with my swollen balls.

Mistress had covered all the items in her session plan but the down side was we had seriously over run. Removal of all hoods suits etc had to be done hastily and it was all over. It was a shame I couldn't help with the cleaning up and told Maggie so, but we ran out of time. I’d brought my knee length rubber shorts and put them on for the journey home, but this time I was leaking heavily and Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants that she keeps for such occasions. Those worked a treat and the moral of this story is that these are a must for anyone who has had this amount of saline.

As a footnote, when I got home, the effect of removing the tourniquet was now obvious and the saline had crept into all parts of my genital area. I am sure Maggie knows what an engorged cock and balls looks like and I am fairly sure it would illicit a smile or even that delightful laughter from those beautiful lips. Suffice is to say that the only safe way of having a pee was to sit down and hope it all goes down the pan.

I received exactly what had been stated but much much more. Thank you Mistress Maggie for another unique and very exciting session.

And finally, A Merry Christmas and a happy and pervy New Year, particularly to Maggie and John who have welcomed me into The Chambers 13 times in 2023. 

        🎄

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Retribution

I am disappointed to have to admit to falling below the high standards that Mistress Maggie expects of her slaves and I paid the price for that slovenliness with several good thwacks from one of Mistresses stout canes. It also set the little grey cells whirling and the germ of a theory concerning when I am due to be chastised is starting to develop.

I know that over a period of time even the most dedicated of slaves commits misdemeanours and these have to be accounted for. The problem is that I can never tell when the misdemeanours accumulate to become a felony. (Apologies for the American terminology but the definitions fit exactly the problem). My theory starts at the notification email and in this case it contained no guidance, nothing, zip...

'I will leave your session content as a mystery …'

Mistress knows when I need a good caning but she is too considerate towards her slaves to worry them unnecessarily and so gives nothing away. My recent misdemeanours included failing to perform in a recent breath play scene involving a plastic bag, being late with posting a blog, poor formatting of said blog, taking Mistresses butt plug home up my bum etc… I certainly deserved the punishment and yes I would have been a little concerned if the calling mail had said your arse is going to receive a good caning tomorrow. Going forward I shall continue to monitor the theory, because in the future I will no doubt be due another punishment. Anyway, back to the content of the session.

Mistress greeted me into her Chambers wearing a black latex leotard that accentuated her rather nice bottom, the red corset and what can only be described as her handlebar hood with tasselled latex appendages. All this, together with black stockings hooked on to a good number of visible suspenders, made Mistress look incredibly inviting, yet there was still no reference made to the stinging arse I was about to receive. In the Playroom a little housekeeping was required to replace the existing heater with the more powerful one that we retrieved from the adjacent room. It was a rather chilly afternoon and Mistress instructed me to change into my red latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and still no inkling as to the beating that was forthcoming.

I should have guessed that Mistress had something extraordinary planned as I cleaned and worshipped those wonderful legs, because each time my butt came in range I received a splat with her cane rather than the normal paddling I’d  receive from a crop. I was also given a thwack when I couldn’t state how many studs I'd licked on each boot. I panicked with this unexpected question, said 5 and got another thwack. There are actually 7 studs per boot for future reference.

I was then to be turned into what looked like a wallflower, well if a slave with a red latex hood and a toilet collar zipped round his neck equates to a wallflower. Anyway, after having the ruff fixed I was to ease my way under the toilet box and lay squarely on the drip tray ready to take a welcome infusion of what I hoped would be Mistresses nectar. Mistress had already taken measures to prevent her toilet from leaking by pushing a butt plug into my rectal pipe. I didn’t have long to wait, as the lid opened and Mistresses private parts gradually blocked out the light from the room, but not before I was able to gauge what direction the refreshment would arrive. After a few adjustments, I was able to capture the stream fully in my eager open mouth. I don't think Mistress wants to drown her slaves in piss and regulated her flow to start and stop two or three times. Strangely after each interruption to the flow, the next stream required further adjustment. Mistress had warned me she was busting to relieve herself, so this slave gratefully provided that relief.

Oh boy, was I satiated when Mistress finished and given the added bonus of being sent back under the pan to slurp up the considerable pool that had found its way to the drip tray. After my welcome drink, I was sent to the bathroom to tidy myself up and remove the ruff. As an aside, because of the incredible flow and lack of capturing accurately, some pee had seeped into the hood and around to my ear. A quick easing of the hood soon had that problem resolved.

Returning from the Bathroom it was on to a new position, bum in the air so Mistress could apply electrodes, one to each bum cheek and set off the strangest feeling that set my butt a tingling. Ok, so now I was advised that it wasn’t the only stimulation my backside was to receive and it was at this point Maggie reminded me of all the felonies I had committed and I would receive appropriate restitution for each one.

I had the ignominy of actually volunteering to retrieve the horse that was to be used to support my portly frame. Once over the horse and positioned so Mistress could deliver good hefty swings, I was ready for my punishment. Not quite the individual intense pain I experienced during the nippling of the last session but cumulatively it bloody well stung. Strange that the sensation caused by the electrodes titillated and actually enhanced the sensations caused by the multiple cane strikes. A couple more for good luck and I was banned from saying 'but' as it becomes an excuse for poor performance. 'There are no buts in a slaves' vocabulary', she said. (Apart from the butt plug …). 

Mistress removed my own plug so it could be replaced with a small black vibrating bomb, once in she set it to one of its maximum vibrate settings. It certainly helped take my mind off my stinging arse and by clenching my buttock cheeks and hence the internal muscles I could alter the tone of the vibrator, which I’m certain was quite audible from outside the confines of my body. Lower the tone by clenching and relaxing raised the tone. With a bit of practice I am sure I could have played a tune, Trumpet Voluntary perhaps? After the deserved chastisement, I rather gingerly helped return the horse against the wall with the vibrator a constant reminder of its location.

When I returned, it was time for my red latex catsuit to be donned. I really cannot thank Mistress enough for helping me to chlorinate the suit, as I was able to slide into it with only the minimum amount of a talc. It was so so different from when I last struggled into it and cannot recommend too highly the advantages of chlorination for latex. Again, thank you Mistress. However, I suspect in the past Maggie did appreciate helping her slave to don the suit. A final piece of apparel in the form of the large corset was fastened as tightly as Mistress could manage and my arms secured to the waist eyes in the corset. I could move my arms but no more than to the horizontal although even that limited movement was to be further restricted soon enough.

We were going to repeat some of the breath play exercises that I had failed and thus incurred misdemeanours in the past. Mistress had disconnected the electrodes on my bum cheeks, but my vibrating little friend was purring away continuously inside my suit as I was invited to seat myself on the strict wooden bondage chair that was in place near the back wall. Now, without the comfortable cushion, the chair is a hard, unyielding structure with a hole in the middle.

I thought it wise to make sure the plug was positioned over the hole and sat back to be ‘entertained’ as Mistress selected a few lengths of black rope to use for suitably immobilising her slave. Sat pinioned I observed Mistresses preparation with a little trepidation and a lot of excitement. I suspected a little aromas might be deployed and I was not wrong, out came the virgin plastic bag and Maggie taped a small pad inside the bag, to act as a reservoir for her intended aromas delivery. This time I was sitting on a sorry caned bottom and was determined not to let Maggie down like I did last time. Resolved that I would remain quiet for as long as Maggie needed to keep me breathless, the bag was slowly tightened round my neck and I sat immobile trying to take very shallow breaths and no exertion to use what little remaining air I had left.

I was gasping a little but determined not to let my Mistress down again and fortunately Mistress gauged it just right to bring me out into the fresh Playroom air. I hadn’t struggled, I hadn’t complained, I didn’t die and best of all, I think Maggie was pleased with this performance. So much so that she repeated the exercise with a little more umph to the abdomen electrodes that had been set pulsing before the bagging. Yes, I had 3 estim circuits playing havoc with my genitals! I jerked a little, I humped a little but I didn’t beg for air and once again, I think Maggie was a little pleased with my efforts and progress in training.

After the plastic we moved on to a more sustainable breathing exercise by introduction of that wonderful inflatable hood. Again I sat quietly as Mistress removed my red head and zipped on the inflatable. As it was gradually inflated, I did manage a good view through the mask ventilation hole and with judicious movement of the head was able to get brief glimpses of what Mistress was doing until the adaptor was fitted… along with the aromas pump hose… and finishing with the rubber rebreather bag. I still received a little illumination through the opaque adaptor, but of course saw no details, although that all changed when the breathplay began.

During my extended period of oxygen deprivation, I did receive a lot of personal illumination about how I really would do anything for my owner, and quite a highlighted version at that, as the aromas were being pumped. The rebreather has that strange effect of allowing me to rebreathe some of the aromas rather than venting straight into the playroom and at least added a scent to my bag of stale air, so all in all a very illuminating part of another excellent session, apart from my stinging arse of course.

Speaking of my arse, I was still trying to play a tune with the clenching and releasing of muscles while the vibrator was constantly buzzing away on full, but these buttock clenches must have moved the switch over something hard and the vibrations stopped. I told Mistress and we thought it was the batteries although the tests afterwards suggested there was plenty of power remaining. I will ask Mistress if I can investigate the remote control as it may be that that has no battery life left.

After two or three breaks for real Playroom air when the adaptor and rebreather was removed, the session gradually eased to its natural conclusion and Mistress released me from my bonds, removed all the electrics that had gravitated to my groin area and I was once more free. Well not exactly. I am never free when in the Chambers. I am owned by my Mistress and always subject to whatever whim or fancy is in Maggie's mind, after all, I have promised to willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question and this time I remembered to remove that butt plug which was, by then a very comfortable addition to my wellbeing.

Thank you Mistress.

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My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

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In Memoriam; RIP QEII

Exactly one year ago Queen Elizabeth II died at the ripe old age of 96. Both Mistress Maggie and I had only ever known the queen as our monarch and we allowed a little nostalgia about this subject, and that was the end of any melancholy. The remainder of our session was nothing short of magnificent.

Mistress left no doubt as to what her session plans might include by greeting me in her piss pants, the remainder of her tasty ensemble included a red bra and hood and who wouldn’t be uplifted by such a beautiful vision, and not for the last time during this session I was really tempted to lean forward and gently kiss those wonderful orbs as I followed Mistress up to the Playroom. I am too well trained and like I have done on so many occasions, I once more resisted that almost overwhelming urge.


I had promised to demonstrate a selfie stick that might be of use to Maggie for capturing sessions. After a short demo and a thoughtful ‘we’ll see’ from Maggie we moved forward in the session.

By the time I returned from the bathroom in my red latex gloves and socks, I was ready and really eager to undertake my first duty of cleaning, licking and kissing all the way up and down both of Mistresses thigh length boots. I could almost feel the heat behind Maggie’s bulbous piss pants and I tried to surreptitiously nuzzle the top of my head in that most intimate place. I didn’t overdo this as every now and then, to accompany my ministrations, Mistress brought her crop down with a loud crack, generally to my buttock, but my cock and balls were also being used as a target if they came within range.


Next I was to be stuffed with anal beads. The Horse was brought out and I used my new found discovery of how to position myself on it, so as to make my bumhole even more accessible, by hoisting my buttocks over the end of the horse and leaning forward. (See last blog for the more open position).

My trusty red butt plug went in very easily but Mistress had mischievously placed two strings of anal beads just in my eye line. The first one was relatively small and the second not small at all. I love Mistresses sense of theatre as she toyed with both sets and chose, of course, the large string of balls for stuffing me up like a packhorse! The beads left me feeling very full and despite their size I felt no discomfort whatsoever as each of the 4 balls in turn disappeared away from the glare of the Playroom lights, leaving an amusing tail about 10cm sticking out of my bum.

Dressing in my red catsuit was a bit of a struggle and needed plenty of talc and time to get it on. We both agreed that it would be useful to have the garment chlorinated as soon as possible, but once it was tidily and tightly on my body and zipped up I felt absolutely fantastic. My tail was hidden neatly inside the suit and once I’d had a hood fitted I was head to toe in lovely red latex.

Mistress retrieved a long orange rope before easing down the crotch zip to expose my balls. With a very well-practised movement she had my cock and balls strung up sufficiently tight for me to know that it wouldn’t slip off; a quick tug on her rope proved the point, in fact any more of a tug and my cock and balls would be coming off with the rope still attached. 


This rope produced one of the best cock harnesses that I have had the privilege to be attached to. With her packhorse loaded with rubber balls and tethered on the long rope she led it towards the mysteries awaiting in her Clinic. One tug and I was urged to follow her and her beautiful derriere, but - ‘Hey, not so close slave. Follow with a bit of distance’, she instructed. I didn’t say so, but I’m guessing she just wanted more room to yank my bollocks, nevertheless I was quickly realising that a quick tug on the rope could prove most ‘interesting’. Either deliberately or accidentally and I suspect the former, Maggie instructed me to return to the Playroom to retrieve her glass of water. The rope was long enough for her to hold the reins while I completed the trip and I half expected a quick yank for me to return.

I guessed it most unlikely that once I retrieved the glass that she would tug the rope, because to do so may have me dropping the glass. On reflection I think that may well have been an option if Mistress was in her mischievous mood, but then again, she was equally mischievous to keep me on tenterhooks.

On my return the water was quickly devoured and I was told I had a little more boot cleaning to perform before we go any further, because of the talc that had floated onto them when I’d donned my catsuit. The dust was soon dealt with and I was invited to sit on the couch and recline into a most comfortable position for my re-hydration.


Sitting unrestrained and very happy I was ready to receive the first of two infusions of Mistresses piss, but I had to wait a few more seconds as Maggie asked if I preferred to suck on an open tube or a tube with a mouthpiece. I requested the mouthpiece because it fits comfortably in the mouth giving you something to grip onto so as to avoid the tube popping out in mid flow, it also allows for a very satisfactory suck for the piss delivery. Anyway, I was finally allowed to drink the fresh warm contents from Mistresses pants and it was delightful. It shows how far my training has progressed, because my rehydration preference is now ALWAYS for Maggie’s pee rather than water or other liquid offerings. Contrary to the well known metaphorical phrase, Mistress has a horse that she can lead to water and guarantee that it will drink! I remember going to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and Maggie producing a bottle of pee for me to consume… sorry I digress.


I eagerly consumed every last drop and then a second helping was dispensed from a drink carton that Maggie brought in from another room. Maggie announced that the contents were yesterday’s pee and that I was to consume that as well. I did via the same delivery route and was able to finish the small amount left in the carton at the end of the session. Well I did mention that quenching thirst was now primarily a nectar drinking pleasure. It also demonstrates how thoughtful my owner can be.

After having thoroughly quenched my thirst Maggie decided to help me lose some of the fluids via my sweat glands and I was strapped into her inflatable straitjacket.

Pumped up and strapped down to the couch I was to model a very tight ball gag. By now, Mistress knows many of my little ‘secret’ tricks for making a slaves life a little easier and tightened the gag straps so I couldn’t ease it out of my mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly effective at staying in and keeping me quiet but it didn’t prevent Mistress planting three of the most delightful kisses fairly and squarely on the ball of the gag. With that incentive I think I would have happily worn the gag for as long as Maggie wanted me to. (Another of those comments I might ‘benefit’ from in future sessions.)


Finally I was relieved of the orange rope tether from around my cock and balls, and to tell the truth I was a little disappointed to feel the tight embrace gradually loosened, but not for long as Mistress had a plan. She coaxed my balls into a series of tight rubber bands, five I think and a couple more for good measure round the base of my cock. That was only the start of Mistresses pleasure, she also had plans to shock my abdominal region with a simple urethral electrode linked to a chunky electroplay loop around my penis. That was interesting, and normally Maggie would allow me some intoxicating aromas via the aroma pump hose, but not today. Strangely I felt happy without the infusion of aromas. I suppose, once again, it is as a result of the excellent training I have received as I just long for whatever Maggie decides that she wants to do with her slave.


The final act of our session involved two almost identical GP5 gas masks. I say almost identical as one was definitely much smaller than the other. I know Mistress likes to occasionally join in with breath play games and after 221 sessions I have learned one or two of my Mistresses preferences. The couch straps were undone now but I was still confined in the pumped up straitjacket, Maggie told me to shuffle over to one side so she could sit next to me. The masks were joined with a couple of hoses and a 5lt rebreather bag attached to the central connector. 

The gas masks went on, me first and then Maggie, we were then breathing the same air through the rebreather. Mistress did manage 10 minutes in the joint breathing before opting to ease herself out. It was probably my training that allowed me to rebreathe with little adverse effects, I have experienced so many rebreathing sessions with Maggie’s guidance over the years that have obviously paid off and I could have carried on quite a while longer. In any event it was wonderful to be that close to Mistress and for her to allow me to share her air. Perhaps a tap on my side of the arrangement may allow Mistress to take proportionally more air than her slave? 


And then, the session had reached its natural conclusion. Well almost. As we were getting out of our hot sticky clothes I was able to help Mistress out of her latex and the sight that presented me almost made me forget my training. Maggie was leaning forward in all her natural glory. There in front of me were a perfect pair of bottom cheeks. I plucked up courage to mention the vision and she appeared to agree for me to actually kiss each cheek. I wasn’t 100% sure of the instruction so I restrained my urge and gently stroked each globe in turn. 


Any regrets? Only Carpe Diem and all that, but my training has been thorough and I try not to overstep the mark unless I am certain that Mistress Maggie has actually sanctioned my move.


Thank you Mistress for another excellent experience and your training has been thorough and effective but there is still more mileage to travel before you consider me your ‘acceptable’ slave. 

Warning: This 01:36min breathplay clip has audio