Inflationary Pressures

Yes, another wonderful session on a Friday 13th and this type of inflation is definitely one that all self respecting rubber slaves should experience, but more of this later. 

It had been far too long since my previous training session. Last year in fact, at the beginning of December. In the intervening time I had all the normal Christmassy things to attend to, family, fun and games, Christmas dinner etc…   but on every day I was thinking about serving my Mistress. I must admit it did drag down my mood in what should have been a very merry period, but come the new year, my mood changed and gradually improved as my arranged session date with Mistress Maggie came closer.

When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress greeted me wearing natural transparent latex shorts and blouse teamed with a black latex corset, nylon stockings, blond pony hood with a signature nurse cross at the top that hinted towards the session theme. A very attractive see-through nurse ensemble and as I eagerly followed Maggie upstairs to the Playroom, I could see the semi-loose latex shorts undulating and erotically moving between those two wonderful buttocks. I remembered my training and stayed a safe distance although I would have loved to bury my face in the valley.

Mistress was keen to have her rubber slave returned to my anonymous black rubbery form, ready to act once again as her plaything. It took virtually no time at all for me to return from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves and an equally short period for me to be fully rubbered in my Invincible black latex suit and comfortable latex mask.

I was all ready to begin at Maggie’s feet, cleaning and worshipping her footwear, however I was ordered on all fours onto the quilted rubber bed instead, which did seem a little strange and strayed from my regular routine. I was aware that Mistress had been having considerable trouble with her legs and I assumed that the bed move was to alleviate her leg problems. It was neither a concern or important that the routine was changed because - 

Rule 9 – Mistress may change her mind at any time.

As it happened it turned out to be a suitable position for butt plug insertion except… oh s**t, I hadn’t brought my red plug. It was not in my perv bag so I had assumed I had left it before Christmas. No, I hadn’t. Maggie looked in her normal storage space behind the curtain, where she always puts any lost/left property and pronounced, ‘It’s not here’. This didn’t phase Maggie, as quick as a flash she located one of her Playroom inflatables, slid it in a protective sheath, shoved it up a welcoming arsehole and pumped it up. Well that was one part of her slave not suffering from inflationary pressures!

In the meantime my mishap with the lost plug had earned me ten strokes of Maggie’s dragon cane, and now my bum was suitably bunged with more rubber I was to receive my punishment immediately. Fortunately my rubber suit is quite thick, but it didn’t stop the message getting through. I promised to find it and not forget it in future, and I have subsequently located it at home hiding under a cushion. 

On went a pair of wrist cuffs and with my arms raised Maggie attached her slave to the overhead suspension ring. Another ring put to good use was a spider ring gag; the type that holds your mouth open and creates streams of dribble. You cannot avoid this and all you can do is stand and let the saliva drain out. At least it was dribbling down my waterproof rubber suit. Then I understood why no footwear worship at the start. Mistress advised me that I would remain aloft for a while to generate sufficient dribble to actually give her shoes a good wash. Being a sandal style her shoes only consisted of a couple of patent straps, and once again finding myself on my knees I had plenty of flowing dribble to give both shoes a thorough wash and licking. Maggie was pleased with my cleaning standards and consequently further punishment was avoided.

Ah! Now the preliminaries were completed and the real meat of the session could get started. Maggie retrieved the inflatable straight jacket, which I have worn previously providing a very sensual experience. Strapped in securely but not yet inflated, I was led through to the Clinic where both nurse and patient were attired in the same latex colours and ready for more fun. I was instructed to sit on the transparent rubber drape that was covering the couch, by now I know the drill; place bum in the crook of the chair making sure my weight is centralised so as not to tip the couch when reclining. Sit down and rotate until I am lengthwise; laid back, safe and comfortable.

Three latex hoods were offered and I was asked which one I could manage. I chose what I believed might be the most challenging and thus please my Mistress. As I was wearing an inflatable suit, I opted for the inflatable anaesthesia model and hoped Mistress would be happy with my choice. As the hood was pumped up I could just see through the central hole of the mask, but my field of vision was so limited that all I could see was a small mark on the far wall, and that was through one eye only. Twist as I might I only got the occasional glance of the top of Mistresses headgear. 

The inflationary pressures continued when the straight jacket was inflated and this was a very satisfying experience too. The pump is quite noisy but it was muted by the pumped up hood. It is a strange experience having the suit gradually tighten over my upper torso. Just to be certain I wasn’t going anywhere Maggie tightened the couch straps, which further enhanced the feeling of constriction that was being provided by the suit. Mistress spotted what she thought was a mark on the transparent suit and tried to clean it away, only to find it was a small hole in the rubber which necessitated regular pumping to maintain the suits compression. I don’t think it overly concerned Mistress as she was able to turn the pump on and re-inflate me every now and then, and in a post session Tweet she had mentioned that it had been repaired.

Mistress prepared a treat for her slave and I could hear the tinkle of fresh pee into some receptacle. I couldn’t see, could only hear but the sound of fresh pee being produced is distinct, recognisable and another way to get my saliva flowing! The problem was the delivery tube wouldn’t sit correctly through the hole in the mask. When I eventually got the tube in place it blocked all airflow. Hmmm some choice eh! Drink and suffocate or simply go thirsty but breathe freely. Unfortunately, I had to opt for breathing, and maybe one of the alternative two hoods may have been a better choice, they do all have their pros and cons. Still Mistress whispered that her tasty nectar will be reserved for a future pleasure.

At this point, Mistress was moving into the next phase of her plan; CBT. And to help me through the situation a hose pump was plugged into my anaesthesia mask to facilitate aromas delivery. This rendered me totally in blackness, I could breathe easily but not one glimmer of light escaped into the hood. I have grown to really love the blackness when I know Mistress is going to work on her slave. It heightens the sense of touch as well as the restriction from the inflated straitjacket, and I could relish Maggie's touches as she first exposed my cock and balls then started to pursue her goal.

I wasn’t sure exactly what sensations I was experiencing around my groin. They were all very, very pleasant, interspersed with the occasion tweak or pinch as she progressed with her plan. My balls were definitely being tightened and something very pleasant had been inserted down my cock, then several remarkable sensations filled the area as multiple e-stim channels appeared to be operating. It wasn't until I could see the pictures that I was able to realise the complex nature of Maggie's plan. I think the experience is best described by quoting from Mistresses session notes that she kindly shared -

Allow the patient pumped aromas. 

Insert a curved beaded sound down his urethra. 

Add electro with a bipolar effect- 

Two loops around cock paired with blue pumps applied to balls with suction. After good amount of play with the sound swap it for an electro sound paired with a simple pad placed behind his balls.

Mistress is meticulous with her planning and although I cannot explain the fantastic effects generated by the above attention to detail, it does provide the physical explanation. I do remember Mistress warning me, ‘don’t you move a muscle', as she set about ramping up the electro levels. I tried my hardest to maintain total stillness while in my blinded and restricted predicament I could only fantasise what fun my Mistress was having, seeing her plaything struggling to fight the stimulation.

It was amusing that during the period I was supposed to remain still, Maggie said she had to take her shoes off because her poor legs had had enough of them, and thought it would be fun to belt out some extra rhythms with her shoe heels as further stimulation on my highly charged groin.

Eventually Maggie relented and kindly allowed me some generous aroma puffing, a little more power and instructions that I could now hump away to my hearts content. I did and it wasn’t long before the erotic pressure on my cock and balls was released, although strangely there was no physical evidence of ejaculation. But I knew I had cum and was quite drained.

I know in the past, Mistress has allowed me to have good vision of her for large parts of the session but now I think I have learned to accept and enjoy all the periods of total darkness that Mistress Maggie gives me. It highlights other senses and also shows absolute trust in my Mistress. She can do whatever she wishes. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to see my Mistress Maggie in action, but now I have been taught to enjoy feeling her in action.

2023 is going to be an excellent year.

Cropped Cock

Another exciting day in the life of a truly devoted rubber slave. I had a rough idea what might be my delight for todays training session and I knew today was likely to be in the Playroom as Mistress Maggie does tend to alternate between her two venues. There were a couple of outstanding suggestions I had made for Playroom content; accepting gallons and gallons of Mistresses golden nectar, or perhaps a vertical suspension.  

The session started in traditional fashion with me giving Maggie’s boots a real going over, although a slight deviation from 'normal' occurred as Mistress dispatched me to the far corner of The Playroom where the cane and crops were neatly stored, and I was instructed to select one and return for boot worship. 

No misgiving here as I chose a slender crop with a small hand attached at the business end. Maggie has used this previously to warm my cheeks, and once again she would be wielding it if she felt I was slacking, or just for personal pleasure. Nothing too severe and I was looking forward to Maggie’s crop, which like myself was made in Yorkshire.

BIG mistake! Because as I was instructed to stand up from my worship a heavy blow landed on the top of my cock. That hurt and certainly brought me to attention. Not satisfied with the angle for cropping I was told to stand sideways so my cock stood proudly at right angles to Mistress.

Oh dear, that gave her a far better swing and several severe crop strokes landed along the length of my shaft. Now, those strokes were very ‘ouchy’ and it took all my nerve and resolution to stand erect ready for the next crop to fall. Still, it was Maggie’s choice and by all accounts she appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

We temporarily adjourned to The Clinic to see if we could insert the new and bigger black butt plug. First a good dose of aromas to help relax the muscles followed by a good dollop of Crisco cream to facilitate easier entry. As you would expect my red ribbed plug went in very easily with the last familiar plop and shiver as the last couple of centimetres slipped home. I have to admit to appreciating the feel of this plug even though its receptacle is starting to get a little loose, and we have been friends for such a long time. However, despite all the Crisco, aromas and the perfect position for entry, the new plug refused to go all the way in. I’m under instruction to practice a lot at home to see if I can stretch appropriately.

Returning to The Playroom, my new red Libidex catsuit was warming on the bed, I was of course already wearing my latex socks and gloves and it was a relatively easy matter to insert me into the suit and safely and snugly do up the zips and… once again I was beautifully encased, neck to toe in latex. Mistress explained that it was my choice of being attached to the ceiling in bondage that would be on the menu today, and the luxury of Mistresses nectar would have to wait until a future session.

I was to be inserted into the leather body bag and hung like a bag of spuds from the ceiling ring. Not actually hung but standing, tethered to the ring.  This activity is difficult for both hanger and hangee. Maggie had to make sure I was well fitted into the body bag whilst I had to balance on my constricted feet without the use of arms for balance. 

Problem solved as you would expect from my inventive Mistress. Continuing the leather theme, on went the leather hood and it’s attached chain passed through the ceiling ring. That allowed me to lean forward, tighten the supporting chain thus providing the stability needed to remain standing. Not content with the single head chain, Maggie attached an additional strap round my upper body which had chains that could be attached to the overhead suspension frame. These proved far easier to tighten than the head chain to ceiling link and gave us confidence that I was well supported and able to manage the bondage for a fair time.

Perhaps, if there is a next time we can devise a way to tighten the head chain to help me stay a little more upright. As an aside, the inside of the leather helmet feels, well, leathery. Not soft and smooth like a latex hood and if I ask Maggie to allow me to wear latex underneath it next time, I am sure she would oblige. I like leather, but I do prefer latex. 

I was starting to feel like I needed something shoved up my arse as the empty space was feeling… empty! Mistress of course had already had ideas on how to satisfy my empty feeling, and to further help me remain upright she stuck a metal hook up my arse; yes the bondage bag does have holes in ALL the right places, and attached the hook to the overhead gantry.

 

Whilst skewered like a stuck pig, Mistress insisted on tormenting her plaything by standing so I got an eyeful as she exposed those beautiful breasts. That is the most cruel and frustrating thing Mistress does to her slave. A definite look but no touching; how cruel yet how kind to at least let me view those magnificent bosoms.

By now, Mistress had adjusted the Playroom mirror and I could watch as she placed the tube gag in my mouth and then stood back so I could take in the whole situation. It does feel liberating that not only is Maggie happy to place me in these exquisite situations and dressings of her choice, but so, so exciting that I know Mistress is confident that her rubber slave is really happy in any situation. I also think Maggie liked the picture of me hung in her leather bondage bag and dribbling through the gag as I detected that enigmatic smile as she stood back to admire her leather creation. I must admit, it was a real turn on looking at an indistinguishable person inside the heavy leather and knowing it was me inside.

This period of mirror magic could not last as Mistress had more ideas for her slave’s entertainment as she carefully chose her most reliable nipple clamps, and teasing open the suitably placed zips on my catsuit, attached them with a smile, to my nipples. Maggie was well aware that my buds have been unattended for far too long, and the shock and surprise as the little b****rds bit in securely made me sag in my bonds. Thank goodness for the securing chains as I dealt with managing the pain and was able to breathe through the discomfort.

The time had come to replace the leather hood with a latex one, with an anaesthetic mask and breathing hose mounted on top. I knew my bonus of a few whiffs of aromas was imminent, but Mistress, as always has a knack for keeping you guessing as to the delivery method.

I was fitted with the serving tray; ah happy memories of wearing it when serving Mistresses friends many moons ago. The open bottle was placed on the tray and without ado Maggie placed the end of the hose over the open aromas bottle. This time, no waiting for the delightful hiss of the pump but raw, continuous pleasure instantly delivered from the bottle.

Mistress was careful to ensure I wasn't too overwhelmed before moving to take advantage of my relaxed and intoxicating effect from the aromas. More strategically placed zips soon had my cock and balls presenting themselves for further attention from my owner. Red rope tied them tightly before Mistress pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began oiling the whole area to facilitate a most wonderful hand massage alternating with the use of her vibrating Hitachi wand, while occasionally benefitting from more relaxing blasts of aromas, my time in heavy leather bondage reached a most fulfilling climax.

I am completely under the spell of my Mistress and as I promised her some time in the past:-

I will willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question.

Nettling Nipples

Another hot day in Preston, but I managed to arrive cool by choosing the shaded side of the road to make my approach. I was soon feeling a lot warmer when Mistress Maggie opened the door to the Chambers. Mistress said she would be wearing something suitable for the hot weather and was looking fantastic in black fishnet tights, tight turquoise playsuit with a contrasting black harness, she had already suggested I include my latex shorts and t-shirt in the perv bag, as well as the normal inhabitants of course; latex socks, gloves, catsuit and butt plug, so I certainly had a lot of dressing options available.

With Maggie taking the lead I made my way to the Playroom, wishing I could get a lot closer to those perfect undulating cheeks with every upwards step. But I restrained myself!

I was instructed to strip in the Playroom, where the oscillating fan was making its presence felt with wafts of cool air. I was a little surprised that I was asked only to don shorts, gloves and socks, even the t-shirt was omitted from the dressing list that Mistress gave me, but no matter, Maggie always has a reason for all her clothing choices, and I was somewhat relieved that I hadn't been instructed to wear my newest thick catsuit. A latex hood was fitted immediately and that was nice to wear for the whole of the remainder of the session.

As I was paying homage to her shiny knee boots, Mistress maintained an irregular but frequent thwacking of my latex covered bum with her 'blue crop'. Mistress likes the sound of her implements on bare flesh and the delightful crack it makes against latex too, but her ministrations were doing little to quash my ardour, in fact it was so pleasant that I regretted it when the gentle 'massage' ended. 

Perhaps now is the appropriate point to mention what I had suggested to Mistress for her consideration during the session. I wrote in late July - Re Clinic ideas. I may well regret this but it may be fun to find out what a combination of elastrator, catheter, e-stim and ball stretching feels like?  

I never regret any of these suggestions, although I must admit to questioning my sanity as Mistress translates the suggestion into reality. Of course I anticipate a lot more content and even after 200+ sessions Maggie has continued to bring new elements into my training, as happened today. Before adjourning, or more accurately, being led by my collar into The Clinic, Mistress had one more activity she needed to perform whilst in the Playroom. No, not my butt plug. Mistress declared that is now too small. I was ordered to bend over the waiting horse, some electro lube, in went a pair of electro Kegel balls followed by a circuit test and all was ready. 

Escorted into the clinic and Mistress very wisely had me sit squarely on a towel on the couch. A wise choice because even by then I was starting to sweat in the heat and the Clinic fan was marginally less effective than the Playroom one, so I was warming up nicely. I willingly submitted to being strapped down on the couch and eagerly accepted some welcome aromas through a strapped on anaesthesia mask. Then something totally unexpected; Mistress produced a pair of breast suction cups that she has recently acquired and a very healthy looking nettle plant, looking most green and seriously ready for its intended destination. A good dollop of lube on each of my breast areas to ensure a good vacuum, the nettles were divided into three sprigs, one each in each plastic breast receptacle and one spare. Then the truly amazing sensation as the air was pumped from first one then the other breast cups.

I have experienced nettles in various scenarios during my extensive training, but never like this and never with such intensity of sensation. The right hand cup was pumped up and stayed in position for a long, long time. Another amazingly successful application and the results have remained with me for several days.

Right breast showing signs of suction and nettling.

We didn't fare so well with the left breast. It pumped up fine, so I had a nicely balanced pair of boobs but I could tell that the air was gently seeping from somewhere round the seal. Pumped up again and the same thing so Maggie concentrated on stroking the left nipple with the nettles just so they could both share the sensations, whilst the right one was quietly marinating away without a care in the world.

Maggie then opted for a better view of my pumped up predicament; lowering the couch she climbed up and straddled my shoulders, nose and mouth to produce breath control in the extreme. I could only gasp for breath as Mistress adjusted to create the perfect seal and I really had no control over my next breath, or when or even if I would breathe again! In a bizarre way I  did get my wish to be closer to Maggie's rear, but I really didn't expect it to be in such a breath taking fashion. One final comment about Maggie's rear is that, with a little wriggling her cheeks can achieve a complete seal around lips and nose and I do love being in such a controlled position.

Oh how pleased I am that Mistress has developed into the catheter queen. The same sterile routine that I have had so many times before, the same procedure and the catheter was in and operational without me even noticing the insertion.

You may have remembered that I mentioned Mistress divided the nettles into three sprigs. The third sprig was wafted with gay abandon across my cock and balls as Maggie casually sat on her stool, having some sustenance whilst laughing at my stinging, not so private parts. My Mistress knows exactly how to frustrate her slave and I really love it!

I got the impression that Maggie was enjoying the next part of her medical operations; applying elastrator rings to my scrotum and balls. And after asking what our previous effort had achieved, was determined that I would be going for a ‘personal best’ for the number of rings round my balls. After number 7, Maggie announced in a semi serious, half laughing tone that she was going to see if she could speed up the process by applying two rings at a time. Yep, that worked and in half the time I ended up with 11 rings on my nuts. I suggested that with two rings that the strain on Mistresses wrists may be alleviated by applying the elastrator’s locking clip until she was ready to release them, but this didn't seem necessary for Maggie although next time...

A couple of needles in scrotum!

Now was the time for a little relaxation for this happy chappy. Mistress fitted an anaesthesia hood for more breath play and to achieve a virtually airtight seal, I received the Perspex eye shield which allows perfect vision without air loss through the eye sockets. I was also to be attached to the magnificent Bellows that Maggie had created for breath play, which allow concurrent restricted breathing and aromas deployment. Breath slowly in... out... in... out. I could sense when Mistress was about to deploy another few puffs of magic air so adjusted my intake breath until after I sensed Maggie pumping the aromas bulb and that produces the maximum, most beneficial sensations. I was to maintain this pattern of breathing until my balls dropped off!

A little CBT followed just to highlight the fun I might lose if the elastrator bands had been left on for too long. I don't think Maggie really wants me to be de nutted... Mistress placed a cock clamp to my already banded balls and another bipolar connection tightened round my cock end. I only managed around five minutes of the estim, because by this time, my body was losing stamina. I was starting to rapidly warm up, the bands round my balls were starting to ache and I never even registered that Mistress had managed to insert a couple of needles in my scrotum. 

This was a shame when I saw the picture, because Mistress creates some wonderful sculptures with her needle work. Perhaps next time I will be tough enough to run with her creativity.

As it happened, Mistress did show some mercy and chose to snip off the 11 bands before it was too late to do so! I tried to persevere because I never like letting my Mistress down but I had reached that stage. I mentioned to Maggie that I thought I had had enough pleasure for one day and like the really caring Mistress she is, recognised the increasing stress levels and started quietly and efficiently dismantling my pleasure items.

Maggie had produced exactly what I requested and needed. I was pushed to my limit and next time I hope to push those limits a little further. On another positive note we did achieve a personal best with 11 elastrator bands, so the target next time will be >11. I am certain there will be a next time and who knows, with a bit more breast suction I may end up with suitably sized boobs. Well perhaps not as that depends on Mistress Maggie's preferences and of course the breast cones explains why no t-shirt or catsuit were used.

Caution: This 02:19 elastrator clip has audio

  

Return of the Jolly Green Giant

Jolly Green giant or even The Hulk sounds like a sci-fi thriller; maybe not Sci-Fi, definitely NOT fiction, but I definitely ended up looking very green in a thriller session today in the caring hands of Mistress Maggie.

I had given Mistress a few clues about the kind of session I’d like, so had a fair idea what part of the session may entail, provided of course that Mistress doesn't decide to delay the suggestion to another day to keep her slave guessing about what goes where etc. If that did happen I know Maggie will be
returning to the scenario in a future session. Well she didn't delay and I was subjected to a tape mummification as the second part of the session, and I will return to my rather exciting event shortly.

What I didn’t anticipate were the contents of the first half of my training. I arrived at the Chambers relaxed and was delighted to see Maggie in simple attire of tight fitting black latex body suit, tights and the new shiny black boots that give a smooth feeling on their lickers’ tongue. I had taken delivery of a pair of new latex socks and after having struggled for 5 minutes that morning to fit them at home, I decided to arrive at the Chambers wearing the socks under my vanilla outerwear, it saved 5 valuable minutes of session time. I know Maggie doesn't appreciate me arriving in latex undergarments as they have the tendency to create sweaty areas that make donning my latex suit more difficult, including sweaty bollocks which are not appropriate to start a session with, but I didn’t think socks would be much of a problem.

Having gleefully undertaken my boot worship, encouraged by the occasional thwack from Mistresses blue crop, I was reunited with my trusty red butt which had not been used for quite a number of visits. A good dollop of lube massaged in and around my anus had the plug easily sliding home; probably one of the easiest insertions I have experienced, and it does indicate that the hard graft put in by Mistress to widen my back passage is actually paying dividends. 

Then on to my dressing. I had learned to be far more careful when placing my heavy latex catsuit in the correct position to facilitate easy leg entry and it worked a treat. Last time in the hot weather I had made the mistake of getting the legs out of alignment and it was a hell of a struggle, and even when on it wasn't on comfortably. Not this time, zips to the sides, a good dusting of talc and the suit was once more fitting like the proverbial glove, sealing in my red friend perfectly.

It didn't take long for Mistress to decide that I would be better restrained in the leather harness. I am delighted to say that my training has been so good that I can now be very helpful climbing into the harness, at this rate of progress it won’t be long before Mistress can just issue the instruction ' Harness slave' and I will be able to contort myself into it all on my own. I doubt I will be able to tighten the straps, but Maggie likes to make sure they are evenly spaced, neat and TIGHT!.

And now I was introduced to the first, very exciting part of my session. I was to be allowed to try out the new inflatable hood that I had seen on Mistresses Twitter feed. I find it a real honour that Mistress allows me the privilege of being one of the first to try out what looked to be a truly remarkable helmet. It wasn't just stick it on and pump it up. Maggie, as always had planned the scenario to best test the capabilities of the new hood. To start off this adventure, I was instructed to retrieve the Throne and place it centrally for yours truly to occupy. Simple restraints in the form of six black ropes at top of arms, wrists and ankles, tethered me and my harness on to the Throne.  

Mistress then outlined how the hood would be deployed, with no eye holes, single anaesthetic mouth piece and my personal white viral filter that I always carry in my perv bag completing the mechanics. Without further ado the hood was eased over and zipped. Initially it was totally dark inside, but as the hood was inflated I was just able to see through the small opening in the mask and occasionally could even catch the briefest glimpse of a boot, or an ankle as Maggie moved in and out of my very limited field of view. 

Pump, pump, pump. 'Are you OK slave?' Yes! and then more pump, pump, pumping. By this time the pressure was building but it was ever so comfortable. Mistress appeared to derive fun from playing my balloon head like bongos and it is a very strange sound. Boing, boing, boing went the balloon! To keep me an honest slave, Mistress would regularly attach the 3ltr rebreather bag and aromas pump hose. I could manage 4 or 5 minutes rebreathing and then asked for relief which fortunately Maggie granted. After a couple of minutes recovery time the rebreather was reapplied and the 5 minutes started all over again. Pump for aromas, pump pump for a bit more in the hood and I was in heaven. Strangely, due to the translucent nature of the filter I was never completely in the dark, although I could not glimpse outwards and just had the feint white glow for company. 

This was a completely unexpected start, but then Maggie always is capable of pulling something special out of the hat. For those interested, Mistress posted a short video on her Twitter feed and a copy of the same clip is now ready for you to view at the foot of this blog. Though I say so myself it is one of the most highly charged and erotic videos I have viewed recently.

After a considerable test window I was unfortunately deflated and Maggie debriefed me as to how it felt using the inflatable hood. I honestly said I could manage a couple of hours at least providing the rebreather was removed at regular intervals. We shall see if Mistress will commit 2 hours of my training to being so deliciously enclosed and pumped on a future occasion.

Hood removed, slave untied, The Throne returned to its corner location and we moved on to my mummification. I helped set up the plank under the overhead and stood next to it while Mistress loosely applied black pallet wrap to my upper torso. In our preliminary e-mail discussions in a flash of 'brilliance!' I rashly suggested using a neck collar to allow a smoother, tighter taping around the neck. I have frequently seen videos where neck taping had to be left loose enough to allow the subject to breath; quite essential I might add, but we wanted to see if we could surmount the need for loose binding.

To be brief, Maggie used a snug foam neck brace as a foundation which did work, and she didn’t have to worry about the neck tape being too tight. I had also floated the idea of some form of aroma delivery AND to top it all suggested that some form of drink intake would allow for a well hydrated mummy to survive for a long incarceration. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for punishment. Not really, Mistress knows I will try my hardest to please her as well as enjoying all that was about to happen.

Feeding tube and cannula input

Fully filmed and lying on the plank now, the taping proceeded like a well oiled machine. Upper torso taped, neck taped, legs suspended from overhead to facilitate their taping and then the final touches that had started my juices flowing. My head was clingfilmed and taped exactly as I had seen in a photo link I had sent to Mistress. I was already wearing the nasal cannula that Maggie's husband, John has designed and produced, so airflow and aromas delivery were not a problem, and I willingly accepted the rubber tube into my mouth for fluid intake. All were safely taped in place and the final piece of tape was about to remove my vision. The last thing I saw was the wonderful face of my Mistress as the piece was positioned across my eyes and I was plunged into relative darkness, just as I had imagined from the photo. Mistress had come up trumps. Every element of my fantasy had been achieved, in fact surpassed. I ended up a big green mummy. I wonder if the Pharaohs had so much fun with their mummification? Probably not, as my Mistress is meticulous about keeping her slave alive to recount the experience.

Mistress thought it would be a novel touch to keep my hands free. Having seen these images I definitely concur, I love the contrast between the black latex gloved hands and the vivid green of the gaffer tape. It also offered the added benefit of allowing me to flex my fingers should any form of pins and needles set in. The effect of the neck corset is highlighted here; the neck is much thicker than you would associate with a 'normal' taping and the result was the most rigid head restraint I have encountered. Taped to the bench, I couldn't move my head even 1mm.

The feeding tube and breathing tubes are evident in the image and the only regret was that the welcome liquid refreshment was simple cool water. It was easy to suck up and consume from a glass on the side table, but it did lack a little something... warm liquid… tasty liquid…  ah yes, essence of Mistress pee was missing from the experience!

Just when I thought life had reached the pinnacle of enjoyment, I could feel Maggie first patting my groin area to locate the lie of the land, then the rasp of her safety scissors as she cut a square opening in the otherwise pristine pea green frontage.

It comes as no surprise that presented with my released cock and balls, Maggie would enjoy herself by applying a couple of heavy duty electrodes, some heavy duty e-stim and a heavy duty and long sound down the urethral hole that was presented unprotected for her enjoyment. Mistress declared afterwards that she had hoped for quite a bit more 'enjoyment' from both her captured cock and slave, but time had flown by with the inflatable hood and incarceration being enjoyed for a considerable time!

One final amusing incident occurred after all the tape had been carefully cut off and my rubber suit removed. As I sat on the plank for a moment to recover my composure, the bloody butt plug which has a concave base acted like a sucker and stuck to the plank. As I stood up it remained attached to the plank and plopped easily out of my backside and there it remained swaying slightly. Obviously it is starting to get a little loose!

Mistress had worked incredibly hard during the session and I was delighted when she accepted my offer to do a bit of tidying up, remove plank legs, return plank to its home on the landing etc. I asked for this session and I have no regrets, although I think Mistress Maggie may need an extra roll of tape as I am not the smallest of slaves and 100m of tape only just covered me. As a final observation, the tape does not cut out all light and once my eyes were taped over I was left in a surreal green haze which was another bizarre touch that I appreciated.

Thank you Mistress for allowing me to have one of my fantasies realised and another wonderful experience.

Caution: This 2min18sec breathplay clip has audio.

Boil in the Bag

This was a good session to start my next 100. A really thorough whipping from Mistress Maggie and a good boil in a bag experience. I appreciate there is some debate as to when a new century commences, logically you have to complete a 100 years before moving on, but current thinking is that I already started my third century of training in session 200. No matter, whatever the definition, session 201 was another step forward.

I started as I mean to go on by asking Mistresses permission if I could stroke her bottom with my latex gloved hands. In the past I have surreptitiously attempted to stroke her bottom at any stolen opportunity; following Maggie upstairs to her Chambers or when she moves around the medical couch, but I now believe that I have been taking liberties and should be a little embarrassed for my familiarity without her consent. I need to start 201 with a positive acceptance of my worshipful desires, if her answer was no then no it would be, however it transpires that Maggie likes having her bottom gently stroked and caressed by a chlorinated latex glove, and the answer was 'Yes’. Yippeee!. 

A quick, painless and sterile catheterisation.

There has always been a running order for our sessions and bottom stroking hadn’t been on Mistress' menu, but a little deviation from her plan was easily accommodated and I spent a glorious five minutes when I returned from the bathroom with my latex gloves on being given the joy of actually stroking her magnificent globes without fear of retribution. 

Maggie was wearing a pair of tight fitting briefs and I can well understand why she does like having them stroked, because the feeling from my perspective of latex on latex was out of this world. I spent as much time as Mistress could fit in the schedule, just gently stroking and giving her cheeks the occasional granted kiss. I am not sure how it has taken this slave so long to have the guts to ask for Maggie’s permission, because her bottom is so kissable.  

A gas mask was rapidly and snugly fitted over my head; neoprene based with a standard rubber frontage, and the final attachment was the aroma pump hose. It felt superb; snug, secure and rubbery. The final addition was the insertion of my own butt plug as I laid prone over the high horse. Either Mistress is getting to know that hole better or that hole is getting more accommodating or, as I suspect a combination of both but in any event, in it went and a firm pat to ensure it was seated.

With my ass raised up and my head firmly on the bed to give Mistress better purchase and a better swing, I was instructed to self medicate on aromas as she set about warming my arse, back, sides and occasionally balls with a mix of hard and satisfying splats from her leather whips. I actually enjoyed this bare arse flogging…  I know, another dangerous admission for the future! But I had control of the aromas bulb which enabled me to turn the sensations into pleasure and I also knew I was pleasing my Mistress. The only time I jumped a bit was when Maggie administered an up and under, landing fairly and squarely on c**k and balls. This amused Maggie and I delighted in that wonderfully alluring stifled laugh each time she struck home and I jumped.

Boy, did I welcome my latex suit immediately after the flogging. As it went on, the latex was cooling against my very warmed up arse and body. It felt wonderful. 

I did have to bid farewell to my own plug so that Maggie could replace it with her chosen metal electrode. Once wired and tested, Mistress zipped up the suit so the small metal plug was safe and snug inside me and the wires were the only elements protruding. Mistress attached a lead to my slave collar and led me through to The Clinic.


In recent chatter on Mistress Maggie's Twitter feed, we were bantering about her Hazmat suits and how short life might become without air, along the lines of  -

Masked up and ready for the sealing.

Maggie:  '...but with your head zipped in you're more likely to die of oxygen starvation after 2 minutes, unless you have the correct breathing apparatus....' 

slave : '...It would be fun to check out what breathing apparatus you are thinking of...'

Maggie: '...I’m always happy to experiment. I know ways of getting air to a plastic isolated guinea pig.'

And she sure did, as Maggie went on to show me during the session.

The first part of the procedure was to fit me with a catheter. A squirt up the urethra with lubricating, anaesthetic jelly cannot be hurried as the numbing anaesthetic takes about five minutes to work and allow painless insertion, but does give Maggie time to prepare the other parts of her catheter kit. No sooner had the five minutes elapsed than the catheter was in, a urine bag attached and my balls were enclosed in an electro sheath. When Maggie attached the control box to my belt I realised that I was going to be totally and cleverly enclosed in the hazmat suit without any need for external connections, apart from air of course. This scenario was starting to get really interesting and very exciting.

Totally sealed in. Even the pee was self contained. 

Now I was ready and we proceeded to don our hazmat suits. I felt really privileged that I was able to do something really useful by assisting Maggie with her suit and then her green wellies. Once again, my previous training paid dividends as I remember how to assist with the boots and they slid on to her feet like a dream. Maggie made sure the collection bag and the electrics to bum and balls were all inside the suit, firmly attached to my belt, then the zip was pulled, sealing the attachments and me all together inside the plastic Hazmat enclosure suit.

Ah yes, the method for air delivery. I had a plain black hood fitted in place of that rather nice gas mask, then a simple green anaesthetic mask was fixed on top of that using a matching mask harness, and a flexible hose was passed through the crown of the suit to supply air to my mask. This allowed the zip to be totally closed with an almost airtight seal and that was almost that. Maggie applied light cuffs to my wrists and I was breathing easily through the plastic tube.

With my head raised up on an integrated pillow I could gaze out through the plastic, and I was quite happy that I had a full view of my beautiful Mistress. I thought this was going to be a piece of cake. I could breathe easily, could see Mistress and started to relax although I was becoming aware that the heat inside the hazmat suit was starting to rise. Oh well, I do like a little bit of warmth in session.

Maggie enjoying her slave.

Breathing got a little restrictive to say the least when the twin rebreather bags were brought online, but on the positive side Maggie had rigged up the system to deploy aromas while I kept the rebreathers rising and falling for her. My breathing became quite laboured but I tried my hardest to keep the green bags moving in the rising heat.

Things got a lot steamier as Mistress Maggie raised her hood and manoeuvred herself a LOT closer to her slave. Had it not been for the plastic suit, the fact that I was restrained, the mask and that it was against all the rules, I would have leant forward and just kissed those beautiful lips that were now only centimetres away from my own. I was getting hotter and sweatier by the minute and I don’t just mean the inner temperature of the suit and I really didn't want the session to end. Mind you I never want our sessions to end but time was marching on. 

Mistress turned on music from her iPod and for a while directed it through the headphones that I had to wear over my isolation hood. My hearing was now nullified and I couldn't hear anything but the music. However, Maggie enjoys a bit of music as well, so when my musical isolation was over she grabbed the headphones for herself, and spent some time bouncing about on both her bed and patient in her Hazmat to some favourite tracks. 

The last few moments were taken up with a very naughty and provocative Mistress teasing her slave by dialling up something shocking, and even savaged my groin area with her Hitachi wand. It was actually the most pleasant 'savaging' that I could wish for and a big thanks to Maggie for another wonderful climax to another wonderful session.

Just as an aside, we have worn these suits on a couple of occasions and I continue to admire the extra work Mistress Maggie has invested in cleaning off the perspiration they create and keeping them in tip top condition.

200 Not Out

I make no apologies for changes to content and style for this truly momentous occasion. I am going to indulge in a little nostalgia about my journey to happiness over the last 10 years or so. Why? Well today's extravaganza marks my 200th session with the most fantastic Professional Dominatrix a slave could ever wish for. I am eternally grateful to Mistress Maggie that she has seen fit to keep persevering with this somewhat dim, occasionally careless but always faithful slave.

My journey started on 28th September 2011, well a bit before that date actually but 28th September is the first time a very nervous newbie took a very long walk to the front door of The Chambers to be greeted by a very friendly, very beautiful and very understanding Mistress. 

Treated to a fantastic pegging with poppers. 

My search for something exciting and out of my comfort zone started a few weeks prior to that date, when being totally bored at work I began idly browsing for something exciting to tickle my fancy and I eventually landed on Mistresses in the North West. One or two candidates caught my eye and I even surreptitiously made a site visit to one place somewhere near Manchester. But the one website that stood out head and shoulders from the rest was Mistress Maggie's, and it does remain in my humble opinion, one of the best websites of its kind on the whole internet. 

Why Maggie? Well she is incredibly beautiful, oozes sexual magnetism, she was local to where I live and above all her red lines mentioned on her website were an exact match to where I didn't want to go. Well, they were at the start of my journey at least, as these have now broadened to accommodate whatever Maggie wishes. It also turned out over time that she has a wicked sense of humour and some truly endearing traits that have certainly drawn me more tightly under her spell.

Bubbling away quite nicely.

After that first session I was hooked. My early writings were simple reviews of Maggie's services on one or two advertising sites that she used, but unfortunately I have lost track of those original reviews. By my 5th session, Maggie asked if I would like some photos of my 'ordeal' and that first picture was published on Flickr together with a slim narrative. It was at that time when I received some very valuable advice from Maggie's husband John,  not to be so verbose on Flickr and that a blog might be a better avenue to take. Thus started the first of many Diary entries on Blogger and the 'Diary Of A Lancashire Slave' was born. There were early concerns about the new Government legislation that now appears to have been dropped, concerning the content of adult images. Maggie helped me through that minefield too, hence why some photos were marked as deleted!

My life was taking on a new meaning as we progressed through the many adventures that Maggie and I enjoyed; a trip to Chorley where Mistress saved me from an inebriated chappie who was suggesting going somewhere where I didn't want to go, Maggie of course didn't let anything happen as she always looks after her charges' welfare; the trips to our 'secret' wooded location for Mistress to walk me on a lead in full rubber through a leafy glade; being tied to a pillar under Lytham pier and approached by two security guards believing I was actually in danger, and on our 100th session on April 8th 2016 Mistress had organised a real treat for her, by now, truly ensnared slave, to have an artist present to create a centenary session portrait. There have been far to many adventures for me to recount the wonderful detail that Maggie created during all those sessions and that is why I continue with my DOALS (Diary Of A...) The common theme in all our sessions is that on each and every session I have become that little bit more devoted to my perfect Mistress and I have enjoyed every minute of our adventures. 

The next 100 sessions brought me further along my journey to becoming a better slave for Maggie. I had lost any inhibitions that I may have arrived with and it was someway through that period where I made an oath to Maggie that I have tried to live by ever since:

I promise that I will do my best:
To love my Mistress,
To serve my Mistress,
To help others to join my Mistress in slavery
To keep the Mistresses Law.

and 

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question

There have been many notable milestones in that time: 

I almost lost my balls to an elastrator.

I did lose my balls to a mangina, that was really 'interesting''.

I have been duct taped to Maggie's plank.

I've been loving regular deployment of aromas.

Gazing at Mistress as the air was slowly used up inside another plastic bagging.

Received copious gallons of Mistresses pee...

All these adventures and many more have all been massively documented.

3.6kg

I have outlined my real formative period over the last 10 years and now I need to mention what happened to cement the bond between Mistress and slave in this our 200th session.

Before starting on Maggie's menu for today (she always creates a comprehensive running order for every session and frequently checks that all is going to plan) we had me in my latex suit in no time and adjourned to The Clinic to try on Maggie's newly made inflatable rubber straitjacket. What an incredible piece of equipment Mistress has created in white rubber. The fit is perfect even to the collar, which beautifully overlapped the hood that I was fitted with. 

With the aid of an electric pump I was soon far fatter than when I arrived. I was not at all pleased that the latex hood only allowed me ONE small hole to see through and I was forever bobbing my head to try and catch a glimpse of both Mistress and my grossly inflated stomach. I was privileged at the end of the session to get to view the pictures Maggie had taken and it really is a stunning creation. I got the impression that Maggie is going to have a LOT of fun when she incorporates it in future work plans.

It gave me a real buzz being fully pumped up in the inflated jacket and a real shame that I had to be divested from it as we returned to The Playroom for my next treat. Ah, the aromas gas mask. That is another experience that I am delighted Maggie agreed to allow me to experience. With the side mounted hose, it gives the wearer a strange alien appearance that totally anonymises the wearer. I find the feeling of being just a rubber coated toy absolutely fantastic and I think that is another reason why I am mesmerised by Maggie every time I see pictures of her slaves wearing rubber, I imagine that it could be me... 

Chillin' and 'angin - feels sooo good.

Once checked that I was breathing ok and a couple of aroma pumps consumed I was bent over the horse ready for my Mistress to mount her slave. Again a feeling of the total transference of power. Gone are any thoughts about the Neanderthal notion of male supremacy, just total acceptance that this lady is in absolute charge. As always, Maggie is sensitive to her slaves needs and gently lubed my bum first with her gloved fingers, then with my own dildo and then a long slow f**k ( it did get a lot faster as the ride progressed!) and then it was over. Well not quite for my bum as Maggie filled the whole cavity with a strand of four large anal beads, zipped them in so all that was protruding was the ring pull for extraction and there they stayed until the very end of the session.

The beautifully designed chest harness that I was strapped into allows the attachment of the bubble bottle at the back, whilst still retaining the ability to deliver aromas to my gas mask hood, and that too is how I remained until well through our 200th. The bubble bottle was amazing today; Maggie had decanted a large quantity of water into the tank and that meant every breath I took was accompanied by that wonderful, gurgling, bubbly sound. I was walked on the dog lead to the bathroom where I watched, listened and bubbled away in a most contented manner as Maggie took a long slow pee into a measuring jug that must have contained the best part of a litre when she breathed that wonderful sigh that indicates her flow was finished and led me back to The Playroom. With me still bubbling and gurgling away, Maggie attached a parachute to my balls and sent me off to get a weight from the other side of the room. I naturally returned with the smallest one I could find. 'Curtsey slave and address me as Your Majesty', she ordered.

I did as instructed and was promptly sent back for more weights and more curtsying. The weights were starting to get a little cumbersome, when not for the first time Maggie dispatched me to the bathroom to refill her glass of water. We continued in this vein until I finally had no option but to return with the heaviest weight, a round ball with wicked spikes. That caused some major discomfort initially when trying to curtsey. The spikes kept banging my leg and certainly putting me totally off balance. However, when I was sent to the bathroom for another refill, it dawned on me that by keeping legs together, slightly bending forward and taking small steps, that satisfactory progress could be achieved without breaking a leg. It was quite surreal walking and bubbling whilst, all the time, my balls being stretched, calves being banged and spiked and all the time I was loving it. Just when I had mastered that technique, Maggie decided I had had enough fun and moved to the next line in the plot.

Cool, cool nectar

Another layer of latex in the form of the bodybag with straitjacket arms was nice to slip into, although I was relieved when I was chained to the overhead gantry. By now you have probably gathered that I'd had the harness that held the bubble bottle removed along with that nice aromas gas mask. With a bit of a struggle and a excellent level of ingenuity, Mistress was able to fit the leather head harness over the top of my newly fitted anaesthesia mask. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but it certainly was tight and quite rigid, in fact I should say it was a 'snug' fit. Arms were secured to chains, legs were secured to a spreader bar and I was in a very happy place. 

Things got even happier as Mistress went to retrieve the gallon jar of pee deposited earlier. I had to work for my treat as Maggie set it up so that I had to suck all my refreshment. It is a good way of taking a drink because you suck when ready and can enjoy the flavour. 

The refreshment had cooled considerably being rested in the bathroom and in fact it felt positively chilled, most appetising and most refreshing. I eagerly took all the two gallons and all that remained was to extract me from my suits and for me to go to the bathroom to tease the anal balls out of my backside. Removal of the balls is one activity that does embarrass me as the balls go a long, long way up and who knows what might be lurking ...

I would like to thank Mistress Maggie for allowing me to continue my training and hope that I am becoming a better slave because I would like to continue for as long as she wishes. In those 11 years I have not only become truly devoted to my Mistress but glad to have found two friends that I can enjoy chatting to after sessions. 

Sometimes Truth Hurts

Although I have promised to always tell Mistress Maggie everything that is of concern or interest to her, today’s session did cast a fleeting doubt about telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but despite the consequences I will continue with my current policy of full disclosure and the fleeting doubts have vanished. It all started when Mistress said the following in my calling letter on Thursday afternoon -

‘New information that I did not know of has come to light in a blog and your rubber Mistress is ready to take appropriate action.’ 

I had 24 hours to decipher this possibly very exciting message. I read and re-read several of the most recent blogs I have published and couldn't latch on to anything that would upset my Mistress, so it must be exciting for me!

Hmmm! Not exciting at all! - but more about that later. Mistress was covered head to toe in tight black latex when she greeted me, finished with a long ankle skimming skirt. I presented the confirmatory letter about a negative RLFT, had my temperature taken and passed her Covid test, by now the only thing making my temperature rise was the sight of Mistress in her stunning black latex. Mistress suggested I may like to raise the hem of her skirt to assist her mounting the staircase to the Playroom without catching her heels. No second bidding was required and I did manage to raise it a little higher than was absolutely necessary and I did get a peek of those fabulous legs.

The Playroom was warmish but we agreed that the heater might be better turned up a notch and I left Maggie warming up as I adjourned to the bathroom to return in my latex socks and gloves. It was at that point when my hopes and aspirations arising from my unidentified blog comment were put to bed. I was reminded that I wrote… Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking,... Maggie had taken umbrage at my remark, that I had dared to attempt to play with myself in her presence and preferred to broadcast it to the world rather than seek her permission.

‘It seems to have escaped your mind that you are my slave', she rebuked. 'I decide what you do with your hands when you’re in my company and your cock and balls are mine to play with!’. I was ordered into the centre of the room and told to stand with hands out, one on top of the other whilst she turned round to retrieve a leather tawse and placed its tip at the centre of my upturned hand.

I looked in horror as she raised her arm and without any hanging back delivered the hardest, stingiest crack across my upmost hand. That really was an eye-watering blow and I must have flinched as I saw the first downward swing, because not only did it strike my palm, it caught my thumb as well. After that I thought it better to close my eyes, I certainly howled after the strokes were delivered but avoided any further flinching! Three to each hand, each one accompanied by a promise I truly meant, that I would never masturbate or attempt to wank in Mistresses presence again unless instructed otherwise. I shall continue to tell the truth because I have promised that to Maggie.

With my fully justified admonishment with the Lochgelly tawse completed normal service was resumed. There was still boot worship for me to do and while still on my hands and knees Maggie quickly moved on to my back hole insertions. A butt plug, not my own but an electrical one, was installed and held in place with a stout rubber harness, so I knew my anus was in for some fun. However, the toy was not producing the results that Mistress wanted and I ended up being stuffed with a deeply embedded pair of Kegel balls instead. Ramped up to a level 60 power setting on Maggie’s electro console they were soon performing perfectly to her (and my) satisfaction. 

By now my Invincible catsuit had reached a nice temperature and once Maggie had me sealed inside her Studio Gum system mask, her chosen hood for the day, she helped me slide into my suit. For the first time the five zipper configuration came into its own, Maggie was able to feed the electro leads through the first two zip pulls, leaving the remainder available for accessing cock and balls should Mistress want to. A very nice arrangement if I say so myself. 

Next it was into The Clinic where a thick straitjacket bodysuit was spread out waiting for me. I have been captured in this bodybag so many times, yet it still feels so good, especially being in two thick rubber layers with my own catsuit being underneath. The straitjacket styled arms fastened my arms to my collar and were forced into a bent elbow position with tight leather straps, a rubber gag was pushed into my mouth and clipped into place on the system mask, and electric pulses were racing round inside my arse. I felt really great as Maggie began taking total charge of her slave, all I could do or even want to do was to be in this position to provide Mistress with her rubber plaything slave. 

Then came the most rigid bondage I have yet to experience. The tightest being the leather strap across my eyes. Maggie tightened this to the extent that any attempted movement on my part only resulted in an ache across my eye sockets. Welcoming Maggie's attention to strictness I sensed that each of the straps securing me to The Couch was tightened and further tightened until I was just a dummy. The lights were dimmed, the door quietly closed and I was left all alone. I could breath, and I could think and for the next 20 minutes or so I did just that and thought constantly about my Mistress, her black beauty, her latex covered features with her tan coloured ponytail resting gracefully over her shoulder… 

Every so often I could just detect the feint swish as the door opened and Mistress quietly entered my silent, restricted world to check on her charge, tighten the odd strap and occasionally, if I was really fortunate, make the gentlest of caresses somewhere on my eager body before abandoning me in the dark again. Maggie latterly brought my mind into sharp focus as, during one silent encroachment I felt the zipper around my groin being slowly opened, on another she tied something delicate around my cock and balls, each visit working up to some stricter work on my exposed body parts and application of her cold steel ballstretcher.

Although I am a partly trained slave I am also a red blooded male human, and all this intermittent silent attention from my owner had the inevitable effect of a premature explosion. Whether it was the total immobility, the thought that I was absolutely under the control of a very beautiful dominatrix, the simple stimulation of attaching the ball stretching weight or just the fact that I perhaps should have relieved myself after the previous session or... Well I know I disappointed Mistress but I did experience the most explosive orgasm that left my balls empty and my cock shrinking back to a minuscule little knob.

So much so, that with a laugh Maggie said, ‘That is now useless and I'm not even going to try putting a sound in there, let alone decorate it with the steel rings I’d envisaged for it.’ I felt somewhat ashamed that I hadn't been able to control my feelings. I was still tightly strapped in place and perhaps this was the only way that I could show appreciation for my Mistress?  However, my balls were not going to get away scot-free. Oh no, they were still being stretched, the gap between the ball rings was being continuously increased, while the device itself was firmly attached to the goalposts at the bottom of the couch.

Mistress was determined to give her slave more wonderful experiences, and after removing the tight straps across my head the gasmask part of the system mask was zipped into place, thereon I would be using the bellows for my air supply. The bellows didn't work quite as well as the previous session, possibly because I was knackered by now and couldn't concentrate on making a good air seal, Maggie also investigated the set up and being able to easily get two fingers inside at the neckline declared it ’un-airtight’. No problem, we just reverted to the tried and tested anaesthetic mask.

That was excellent with the bellows doing their rhythmic in, out, in, out and a good dose of aromas helping to partly rejuvenate this rather pathetic example of a slave who had disappointed his Mistress by cumming too early. Despite the slight improvement in the twitching groin area, my arms were starting to ache from their rigid bondage and Maggie realised that the session had come to its natural conclusion. Off came the strapping and straight jacket and I was allowed some respite as I lay there thoroughly satiated.

In another of her mischievous moments and with that wonderful glint in her eyes, Maggie said she wasn't going to waste the extra time available due to my incompetence and announced that she wanted a go on the bellows and asked me to video her enjoyment. That was a highly charged end to the session and I was delighted to see Mistresses eyes gently close as she enjoyed her synchronised breathing and bellows experience. However, I have earned more punishments at some time in the future as Mistress has subsequently needed to write to me to tell me about another of my failures.

‘ I wasn’t too happy with the video slave, as I’d asked you if my ponytail was okay and you said yes, yet the video shows that it was not okay, not even in the ponytail socket and held on my head by a couple of strands of hair. Definitely more punishment required.’

I did think Mistress Maggie looked stunning enjoying her bellows experience and to me at the time, her appearance was absolutely perfect. I clearly got that wrong and expect the punishment. I still have a long way to go before I am trained in Maggie's image of an acceptable slave, but will continue to work hard towards becoming an adept rubber covered one, and yes I will continue to be honest with my owner, no matter what the consequences.