Getting Warmer

I was a little better prepared for this session as the calling e-mail did at least contain a few slivers of clues as to where Mistress Maggie wanted to go today -

'… Pack your kit bag with your Invincible catsuit and matching black accessories, plus your red butt plug to bring along to session. Your rubber nurse will be performing operations, hopefully without increasing your fear of needles, but a steady smell of rubber will be provided to help you stay relaxed'.

Well it sounded like we’d be ending up in the Clinic and also likely a few pins and needles would be stuck into Mistresses cock and balls. It was an interesting prospect and as a consequence I was somewhat excited when I arrived.

For the first time this year, Mistress Maggie had me starting to perspire inside my two layers of latex but more of this later. I was already being made to feel a little steamy under the collar as soon as I was greeted by Mistress; a vision in latex at the door to the Chambers. 

Mistress was just about covered with her natural latex dress. I say just about, because my lustful gaze was drawn to the top of her beautiful nylon covered thighs, that were exposed beneath its hemline. Her incredibly erotic dress was adorned with a red cap and red wrist covers and at the other end, Mistress wore her cream lace up boots. This assault on my senses almost made me forget to present the flowers I had brought for Mistress and some wine for Maggie and her husband as it is shortly to be his birthday.

Returning from the Bathroom in my foundation garments of black latex gloves and socks, and still proudly wearing my slave collar, I set about my first duty, that of boot worship. Mistress was casually swinging her crop, ‘Slave, I will be cropping any fat bits that come in range of my crop while you are tending to my boots’, she said. Well that was a relief, there would be no cock and ball cropping as they could certainly not be classed as fat, or so I thought. 

It is actually quite difficult kissing and licking the front of the boots due to the pronounced laces, the best tactic is not to give too much heed to what passes beneath your tongue, just be careful and lick everything. I was also consigned onto my back, between Mistresses legs, so that I could accept the small heels into my mouth for cleaning. The soles didn’t make life any easier as they are heavily ribbed and knobbly. Anyway, I did my best as I always do and by way of gratitude Mistress gave me a couple of crops on the less fatty bits!

I received a black hood after the worship and I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but as I leaned forward for the zip to be closed I took opportunity to briefly snuggle into the upper reaches of the natural latex dress. Life just gets better and better. 

My own Invincible suit went on relatively easily with the help of a little talc but wasn’t the end of my latex covering. Hanging in a neat clothing bag was another latex suit; a thinner chlorinated one in a clinical red colour. Mistress extracted it from the bag. I have had the privilege of wearing this on a few occasions and the feel is simply divine. As I mentioned, it is of very thin latex and needs extreme caution to get it on. The ankle, waistline and wrists cuffs are reinforced and were the only parts that needed to be stretched as I donned the suit. 

It feels so slinky and slithery on top of my working suit and I immediately felt a difference in temperature; the two suits holding the warmth of my body and gradually getting me a little warmer and warmer. I knew that even if Maggie opened the crotch zips of both suits I was going to get a lot warmer as the session progressed.

Neat stitching

Mistress clipped a lead on my collar and guided me through to the Clinic which was neatly set out with straps, sheets etc that Maggie needed for her operations. I was instructed to climb on the couch and position myself with my legs up so Maggie could access my bum. I have had a lot of practice and am pretty well versed with positioning myself appropriately, and although manoeuvring was a little hampered by the stout tan straps that Mistress had  just used to strap my arms to my body, it only took a little shuffle to end up where Mistress wanted me.

Despite the tan straps Mistress must have thought I might still manage to escape her operations, because she took care of my hands too, fitting and inflating rubber mittens on them before using the couch straps and stirrups to fix me in place. Utilising the pre opened bum zip, an anal electrode was thrust into the deepest darkest void and tested for connectivity. It worked and continued its stimulation for the rest of the time it was inside my backside.

I had no idea what kind of special operation Nurse Maggie had planned for me, but she said, ‘It’s best you have a catheter. Now seems like a good time’, before disappearing from the clinic to wash her hands. The familiar operation to install a catheter is, by now, almost routine; gloves on, sterile drapes, meths to clean the area (that stings), anaesthetic down the pee hole and after a suitable delay to allow the lube to numb the area the sterile gloves are unpacked, donned, and the catheter slipped in. It was with so little fuss and certainly no discomfort whatsoever, that I did have to ask if it was in! Whether it was an experiment I don’t know, but Maggie only used 20mm of saline to 2/3 inflate the catheter balloon and also attached a stopper rather than a piss bag. I didn’t find out that there was no bag until a while later. You’ll see what happened.

Moving on to the meat of an operation, Maggie as thoughtful as ever recommended a latex anaesthesia hood and aromas pump hose because things were likely to be a little painful during the main procedure. Maggie explained it would be a new kind of suturing today and proceeded to sew stitches down both sides of my cock, attaching it to my balls and stitching a pair of electrodes into the op zone while she was at it. As usual, I couldn’t see this delicate operation but could feel the needle going in and I am quite pleased with myself that I didn’t make a sound. What wasn’t so pleasing was the fact I orgasmed again as Mistress was finishing off her suturing.

I am beginning to understand why I orgasm in this kind of operation; I believe it is to do with the realisation that my manhood is no longer worth anything. The fact that I am gladly accepting that my Mistress has that much control over my cock and balls really hits the spot.

With the drape removed Maggie now raised the couch to a more upright position so she could attach me to the waiting bellows; Maggie's own creation and relatively easy to live with. However, just like other types of rebreathing set-ups the seal between the hood and bellows needed to be complete, which meant my eye holes had to go. Maggie soon took care of that by adding one of her rubber blindfolds and I spent quite a relaxing time accepting my recycled air through the bellows, enhanced by the occasional infusion of wonderful aromas and the constant electric stimulation in my bum, behind the sutures and all places in-between.

By this time I was becoming confused about my increasing need to pee. Surely the catheter would take care of that need? Anyway, I just let go. I couldn’t hold it and alerted Mistress to the fact I thought I was peeing myself. ‘You have!’, was the bad news from Maggie. Apparently pee was seeping out around the stopper and making a mess on the clinic floor. A catheter bag was now attached which immediately started filling up with the contents of my desperate bladder. With amusement in her voice Maggie told me what would be happening next. ‘Right slave, that’s it. You’ve made a mess and will have to be punished, again!’

The punishment was to drink the contents of my own pee bag and this was achieved by taking my hood off, strapping a tube gag into my mouth and putting the hood back on again. Despite the leakage I had drained a considerable volume into the bag and devious as ever, Mistress made sure I drank big mouthfuls by pumping it in. 

It did take a lot of recycling and even when the cath bag was empty there was more. Mistress had reserved some of her own pee for such an occasion, this treat came in a jug and Maggie used a syringe to deliver the extra fluid down the tube gag. I have to admit that that unnerved me a lot. I had no control of what went in and no option but to drink or gag.

Mistress has always to be in control, but by this time I was struggling to drink which is very disappointing considering I like Mistresses pee far more than my own. It was getting a little late by this time and Mistress decided to use my pleas for mercy to bring the session to a close. Of course I was still wearing stitches, taking those out was far more painful than insertion because I was post orgasm and coming down from my high. 

I wouldn’t have missed the experience for anything, and by the end quite a lot of sweat had built up inside my own suit. Having received enough punishment for one day I was fortunate that none managed to leak onto Mistress Maggie's clinic floor!

And finally, another big THANK YOU to the most perfect Mistress a slave could ever want or need.

Caution: This 02:00min rubber and pissplay clip has audio

All White Now!

Apologies for paraphrasing that great hit by Free when choosing the title for this blog. Speaking of Free, that was the last thing possible for the most part of my training today, but I will return to that theme later.

Returning from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves I was a little confused when Mistress Maggie suggested I was a little underdressed. It may be that she wants me to wear more latex at the start of the session because I know Maggie is partial to that lovely material, but more probably as oft happens, it was her excuse for wrapping me up in a few more latex layers. Anyway, I will ask next time if Maggie wishes me to arrive in full latex, I am sure that can be arranged. 

Mistress was seated on her wooden throne in a black and white nurse ensemble, latex of course, topped off with a smooth latex full faced hood, she held out her boot ready for my worship and sported a riding crop that I would be chastised with if I failed to impress. On my knees I got down to the business of worshipping those lovely legs and ankle boots, fortunately without any lasting crop marks.

Mistress then helped me into my heavyweight latex work suit. I couldn’t be considered underdressed now…  or could I?

I was then granted a rare and delightful opportunity to act as masseur to Mistresses feet and legs. Maggie made herself comfortable on the rubber bed and I was sent off to the bathroom to return with a pot of foot balm. Very carefully, I removed both of her boots before rolling her latex leggings up to just below her knees, I very gently massaged, doing my best to listen to instructions and tend to Maggie’s needs. Maggie said that her feet and calves were feeling very much in need of a massage and I loved being able to provide a little physical relief, as well as being able to admire her two slim and very attractive ankles at close quarters.

I was able to spend almost 20 minutes luxuriating in the honour of being trusted not to harm Mistress. I then had to concentrate on getting her socks and boots back on, aligning them at the right orientation; socks and then boots placed precisely with the lie of Maggie’s leg and gently easing them home. I do love it when Mistress grants me such great responsibility with her limbs and today we were accompanied by some soothing music, loud enough to be relaxing but not too loud to irritate.

Maggie outlined that she intended to transform her slave into a facsimile of an Egyptian mummy. White shrink wrap plastic would be used followed by white duct tape. All in all I would be all white now!  Already being in my black latex working suit, you can probably guess that things will get a little warm once completely wrapped, in fact I may well become one red hot mummy today. Maggie opened up all the strategically placed zips on my latex catsuit, most ominously the nipple zips, which she made sure were yanked wide open. It had been a while since Mistress had given my nips any loving attention and I thought today was the day she’d be rectifying that sad situation, especially as she had mentioned something about recently investing in some new nipple toys.

Before my white wrapping could get started I had the pleasure of having a set of electric Kegel balls inserted way up my well-greased bum, and I am ashamed to say I didn’t alert Mistress to the fact that there were no wires attached, and once dressed as a mummy there would be no way to retrofit them. The problem was only noticed later in the session and I am sorry Mistress for this oversight. No doubt there will be a time of reckoning.

Mummification commenced and I was thoroughly wrapped from the foam neck brace that Maggie kindly attached to make the neckline more aesthetic, down to just below cock and balls, or at least the opening in the suit where they would be extracted later no doubt. Arms restricted, there was no way to get free, even if I had any inclination to escape. Now I knew my nipples were going to receive attention as telling me to sit down Mistress used a pair of safety scissors to carefully open two prefect circles around my areola. Armed with her rolls of tape and clingfilm Maggie had me waddle along behind her and we made our way to the Clinic, by this time, Maggie had a rope tether attached to her mummy as a safety measure.

Walking was fine after a fashion, which is more than can be said about arranging myself on the awaiting couch. I couldn’t really bend or balance in a sitting position so I just trusted in Mistress and gravity. Mistress guided and steadied me and I let gravity do the rest. I ended up precisely where I needed to be; seated in the middle of the rubber covered couch. Fortunately the plastic wrap made it very easy for Mistress to swivel me into position.

I helped Maggie to complete her desired mummification by lifting my legs to allow the wrapping and tape strapping between my groin and toes to be completed. Just before Maggie made me blind with a white hood, she produced a diagram of what she was hoping to achieve with the mummification. It was a fine sketch showing me, the mummy. The duct tape strapping was at least diagonal up and down the body and that was all I could honestly say. I was certainly not underdressed in all my white bondage. All I knew was I felt snug and was definitely not free. The white hood also felt snug, soft and very comfortable, it had no openings other than two nose holes allowing easy breathing, and there the freedom ended.

Mistress applied a pair of suction cups to my nipples to pump them up and prepare them for the increased sensations to be expected from her new nipple stretchers. Forever kind and thoughtful Maggie granted me a few good puffs of aromas delivered from her halothane set up, with Mistress using a face mask strategically placed over the holes in the white hood. I relaxed when Mistress mentioned that the nipple pumps were intended to get my nipples ‘in the mood’.

Not quite ready for the final act of nipple nurturing, Mistress cut a hole in my groin area to allow extraction of my small cock and balls. This object needed some encouragement to grow sufficiently to allow the use of Maggie’s cock bondage board, and for the first time Maggie deployed a vacuum pump to my cock. I must say that was a most pleasant experience that I hope might be repeated at a future date. The pumping seemed to work as Maggie set to work securing my cock and balls to the board. I thought it a nice touch and very thoughtful when Maggie whispered that she would use a bandage to bind it, consistent with the mummy wrapping theme.

Nipples were definitely in Maggie’s sights as she now applied suckers to them which sucked and stimmed at the same time. I must say with all that treatment my nips were definitely becoming more sensitive and ready for the guinea pig ordeal that I thought was about to come.

More relief and relaxation was administered each time the anaesthesia mask was placed over my nose holes and I was as ready as I would ever be. A couple of further mood inhalations were used to ensure I was right in the zone for the stretchers. A rebreather bag had been applied to my controlled breathing arrangement and I spent some time relaxing my breathing, and when the bag wasn’t gently rising and falling the white hood achieved almost the same effect, as that too gently rose and fell with each breath. To top off the excitement, or perhaps it should be bottom out my feelings, some form of sound was gently inserted in my already constricted cock. I was ready.

The Twitter photo that Mistress had posted certainly didn’t match the actual method for deploying the nipple stretchers. I thought from the image that the nipple stretchers were actually clamps squeezed onto the nipple. No. Maggie removed the electrics and suction cups and told me to get ready for a small prick! 

That small prick turned out to be a flash of searing pain as a huge needle was passed through the right nipple. After a deep breath and another aromas boost I was able to work through the pain, knowing it was what my Mistress wanted and the pain soon subsided into a manageable ache. I was quite pleased that the experience had only elicited a small gasp from myself and my tortured nipple. The only problem was I needed to endure it all again with the left nipple. Fortunately, I now knew the level of pain associated with the needle and was better able to cope with that moment of insertion. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the right one!

There I was, completely blinded with the white hood and a constant ache in the nipples, with quite a strain on cock and balls from the bandage and the sound and I realised I was loving every minute. Heedful of the sound of Mistresses thrilled muffled laughter as she turned the screws that stretched the nipples just a little more, and then a little more… until they were raised up like pointed pyramids. As a final privilege, Maggie made sure my nipples had a little something extra added and what more stimulating than e-stim through the needles. I must be mad to enjoy this. 

Maggie whispered that I was a good slave to go through this to please my Mistress and with all the excitement the inevitable happened down below, and I embarrassed myself again. 

When Maggie came to removing the needles it was a breeze, hardly anything more that slight discomfort in each nipple and one little spot of blood, we were then heading for the end of another fantastic session. As Mistress carefully cut away the plastic to once more reveal my latex under suit I had a big smile on my face, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. She was happy with how her new toys had performed and how I had handled them and declared them a success. 

One final amusing event happened on the way home when I realised that I was still wearing the Kegel balls. They had become such a fixture that I never realised I was walking out with them up my bum. I let Maggie know when I got home and returned them, fully washed and sterilised, a couple of days later. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to complete our 223rd session and I left a very, very happy slave eager for more attention from Mistress Maggie.

Warning: This 1:39 min mummification & nipple torment clip has audio.

Silver Top

The title has absolutely nothing to do with the full fat milk popular on many doorsteps. Well, I suppose there is a tenuous link with the full and fat description, both of which have been used to describe this ageing rubber pervert. I don't mind because I am both, but enough of this self-deprecation.

I had absolutely no concept about the exciting adventure that we were about to embark on, as Mistress Maggie had given absolutely nothing away in the calling mail. All that Mistress said was ‘See you tomorrow for more rubber fun.’ The start was exactly as this slave has learnt to expect; a beautiful Mistress welcoming me into her rooms of wonderment, this time clad in her gold latex catsuit, peaked military hat and shiny black patent boots which came well up her thighs. 

I was pleased on two counts. Firstly I was delighted that Maggie felt sufficiently comfortable to wear a catsuit after her operation, and secondly the length of the boots was most enticing and as you might expect, just the sight of them lets me know my place, and also a great tease to this rubber slave.


I think Mistresses military hat must have gone to her head, because she seemed to get perverse pleasure in cropping my backside as I cuddled, kissed and licked both boots. I was happy as I will do anything to help make my Mistress happier.


Back to the Silver Top title. At the start of the week I had been idly flicking through videos on the internet under the general heading of tape mummification, looking for something I’d like myself and to suggest as a possible scene for a future session. One particular example really caught my attention and dare I say it, produced quite a stir in my little cock. 

The scene that unfolded involved a young lady sitting relaxed at a table and agreeing to her partner making several modifications to her head. First off was a fabric gag that filled her mouth before having tape over her mouth to keep it firmly in place. Two small pieces of tape across eyelids kept them shut. Once completed, a quick wrap of cling film created the perfect base for a complete head taping with shiny black tape; a very neat mummification by the way. Not content with this, her partner after thoroughly smoothing the black tape fitted a tight-fitting black latex hood with nose holes only, and finished the head wrap with a black leather posture collar. As I said, this really turned me on with the thought that under the rubber was a comprehensive tape covering… 

Well, I sent off the link to Maggie with a suggestion that she may wish to consider this as part of a session. I don’t like suggesting this type of scenario as I prefer Mistress to do whatever she wishes, but on the other hand, Mistress does like to keep on top of what’s floating her slaves’ boat and has been known to admonish me for not making any suggestions.


When I suggested the scenario, I’d hinted that Mistress could do anything she wanted to her blind, deaf and dumb slave, I would be compliant and totally at her mercy. As it turned out my hint could not have been further from the truth…  

A lead was snapped on and I was led away to the Clinic with no idea of what intentions Maggie had for me. My imagination was running away with me now, visions of the young lady in the video were vivid, how erotic she looked and how strange I must look in my silver top. Hearing was difficult for me now, so relying on being pushed and pulled in whichever direction Maggie wanted me to go was my only option.

With guidance I was manoeuvred on to the couch with my legs secured high in the stirrups and the motorised couch was slowly sending me into a reclining position. When a gloved hand began to lubricate my back passage it was fair to believe that I would be taking a pegging. Of course I could not see, but Mistress was already positioned ready to invade me and the tip of her gold strap-on was now teasing my hole.

If you examine the picture of the silver head, you might see that a problem may be developing. The wrap across the bridge of the nose was perfectly all right when I was vertical, but as the couch moved towards the horizontal I found it increasingly difficult to breathe out. Breathing in was fine, but a flap in the back of my nose had closed and I couldn’t breathe out from my nose, meanwhile my thoroughly stuffed and taped up mouth prevented exhalation that way too. Articulating my distress through hand signals and grunts had Mistress produce her safety scissors and she began hacking away at the wrapping around my airways, I was able to explain my situation once I had a little saliva around my mouth and with the couch returned to a more seated position I was soon able to breathe more normally again.

I really need to apologise to my Mistress for ruining what she wanted to do to her slave. After what had happened I was not in any kind of ideal orientation for a pegging and to make things worse, despite taking care to do my pre-session hygiene the few thrusts I took up my bum from her strap-on left it a filthy mess! I could tell, even in my severely restricted state, that I had disappointed her, the moment was gone and it was inevitable that my silver head wrap had to be cut off. Maggie pointed her slave towards the bathroom and threw me a towel with the instruction. ‘Go and clean yourself up!

We did not dwell on the hiccup with my training, instead a quick sojourn back to the Playroom had me inserted into my full black latex, and for the two hundred and somethingth time I was Mistresses rubber plaything. Mistress soon had me back to the clinic to have some very interesting additions made to my cock and balls. You may remember from other blogs that occasionally my balls and particularly in this case my errant cock have tendencies to do their own thing. I was to be locked in an electric chastity cage that has its electrodes on the inside, well for whatever reason, cock was not playing fair and it took Maggie several attempts to charm it into the small red chamber and snap a lock on it. Her testing process confirmed that the electric stimulation was working loud and clear. On the other hand, the rubber oxballs sack with internal electrodes went on perfectly over my balls, and that too tested positive for electrical contact.

Once satisfied, Mistress led me back to the Playroom with instructions to be careful with the leads to cock and ball circuits. Maggie had spent time prior to my arrival assembling her rubber vacuum bed, which was neatly laid out next to the Playroom bed and I was told that I would be spending the rest of my session inside it. I have had quite a bit of practice climbing into the bed; slide in gently from the side opening and carefully position your body so the mouth is under the breathing hole and legs into the corners of the vacbed; a manoeuvre made so very easy due to the vacuum bed being chlorinated.

When Maggie jokingly said that she would climb in with me to make sure my breathing apparatus was installed properly, I was sorely tempted to plead with her to do so, but instead I meekly took the offered anaesthetic mask, attached it as instructed and made sure it was connected to the external plug. It is very easy to breathe inside the vacbed with the mask, and I laid back to relax.

Mistress threaded the electric cables through a port to the outside of the vacbed and placed a pillow under my head, I was most comfortable as I lay there contemplating life and my Owner, only to be rudely interrupted by the pulsing of the cock electrodes as Maggie set the e-stim gently throbbing.

Some final pieces of equipment were attached to the air intake, and I was ready once more to be transported closer to heaven by my Mistress. The two add-ons were the aromas pump hose and a re-breather bag. I was ready for being vacuumed! The side was sealed and the high-powered vacuum pump soon had me in the tightest of predicaments. I was loving every moment, the suction, the throbbing of the electric… in fact the whole scene. 

 

Just as an aside, although the latex looks black and impenetrable the top surface is actually a translucent smokey black, so when the suction is on and the latex tightens you get a strange, eerie, dark view of the world. Well not exactly a view, more an impression on what is happening. I could see shapes and see Mistresses outline as she moved around. I soon settled into the familiar rhythm of the rebreather bag; long, slow inhales and exhales. This allows the bag to deflate and allow some fresh air in. I must have been well in that zone because Mistress complimented me afterwards on how well her slave had performed, rebreathing for about an hour before Maggie decided I had received far too much pleasure for one day.

In that hour, I was erotically stroked, and yes I can tell the difference when Maggie takes her gloves off to caress her slave, I could see the outline as Mistress gently laid along her slave and massaged me all over with her tight latex covered body, allowing me to savour the slippery sensations that transpire when two chlorinated garments come together. Later when the electric was raised a little more I could also feel the tattoo of the riding crop on my right nipple, beating time to the electro induced thrusts of my body. Now and then, when Maggie deemed it appropriate, I received a very welcome dose of my aromas delivered straight to my anaesthesia mask by the aroma pump hose.
 
We naturally discussed the test of the head taping after the session, and Maggie has a few ideas to modify the test method to make it more satisfying for her and more workable for her slave. I must applaud Mistress Maggie for incorporating another of my fantasies in such a short time frame and offer my sincerest thanks to her for her patience and for being my Mistress, my tormentor but above all, my friend. 

I certainly got my rubber fun today.


Warning: This 1:31min head wrap clip has audio