Red Boots and Nipple Training

I had no clue as to which direction Mistress Maggie wanted to take my training today. Her calling mail had not given me a scoobie doo, but I knew that whatever Maggie had planned would be exciting and hopefully entertaining for her, and if that was achieved I would be extremely happy. However, when Maggie opened the door to The Chambers it was immediately unmistakable that if I played my cards right I would be in for a real treat, as Mistress’s piss pants were on prominent display through the backless skirt she was wearing. The bladder remained disappointingly empty as it swayed tantalisingly right in my eyeline as we mounted the stairs. It is almost impossible to describe the excitement and thrill this vision generates, suffice is to say it takes me right into the zone of where I can serve my Mistress in any way she wants.

Reaching the playroom my first act was the worship of Mistress’s spectacular red over the knee boots. These are comfortable for my Mistress to wear having little to no heels, being PVC they are so smooth and it is a great experience to lick and kiss them all the way from heel to just above the knee, once more being careful not to overstep the boot tops. Each time I lick to the boot tops I am greeted with that magnificent vista of the bladder in Mistress’s piss pants, unfortunately still empty.

The occasional crop across my naked skin reminds me not to stray into forbidden territory. It appears to be becoming part of my training that after the boot worship I am immediately asked to turn around and reverse towards Maggie, where my butt plug is lubed up and waiting to be inserted into its home.

Now hooded with a very comfortable latex hood, I was spreadeagled on the bed and secured with the wrist and ankle cuffs that usually adorn the 4 corners. A nice, helpless situation to be in until things start to be more playful for Maggie but painful for her slave. ‘I’ll start with something that’s not too demanding’, said Mistress as she applied a pair of soft grip pegs to my nipples.

I must admit my nipples have become complacent and this corrective nipple training has been long overdue. Not content with the nipple pegs, Mistress disappeared to retrieve another set of pegs that were spaced out along a stout length of string. I think I was about to be subjected to what is called zipping? There was some amusement and not unsubstantial relief when some of the pegs broke, plastic pegs are prone to that type of failure, but unfortunately there were still sufficient good ones to continue with Mistress’s plans.

The first round of zipping concentrated on applying pegs to my balls. You know what is coming. You try and steel yourself but it is still a shock as Maggie pulls on the cord and the pegs are removed in rapid succession, biting on my scrotal flesh until they have to let go. It didn't half make me jump and I was thankful for the ankle straps, they prevented me from really kicking off. It was a good effort for Maggie’s first attempt, but as you’d expect, she insisted on more practice to make sure her technique was perfect.

The pegs were reattached but this time both my cock and balls would be included. Now that I knew what to expect, I was a little concerned about my ability to cope with my cock and balls being zipped, thank goodness again for those ankle straps! And just for good luck, Mistress decided a third zipping would be beneficial for my soul! It certainly would; anything that makes Maggie happy is good for my soul and I braced myself, firmly clinging on to the restraints for my dear life. I hadn’t benefitted from such an unzipping for quite a while, and all the time my cock and balls were being zipped the insidious ache in my nipples from their pegs was steadily growing in intensity. Fortunately they were not part of Mistress’s sadistic zip line!

There’s never a session where I don’t engage with some latex, and under Maggie’s instruction I had brought my Invincible catsuit today. With a little help from Maggie it was quickly on and zipped up and a collar with a hanging back strap was secured around my neck along with my personal slave collar. The four shackles from the bed came out again and applied to my ankles and wrists. I was back in familiar, fully rubberised territory and more than happy when Mistress hooked on a dog lead so as to take me for a walk, to retrieve further items for later use. A cardboard box was collected from her bedroom wardrobe and given to me to carry, then on to the Clinic to collect an aromas pump hose.

When we returned to The Playroom Mistress indicated that the box contained her ceremonial high heeled red PVC boots. Ceremonial because their spiky heels are way too high for normal use anymore, but they were sexier than the flat soled ones I had worshipped earlier. I then had one of those wonderful moments as Maggie lay on the bed and I gently removed her working boots and  pulled on her ceremonials. These boots were also much longer and as my licks and kisses reached the tops I was within 2 centimetres of her piss pant’s still empty bladder. Obviously I didn't stray, I am too well trained for that type of mistake, though my mind wandered to a time when I’m sucking on its contents, which hopefully would be before the day has finished. Once Maggie was satisfied with the cleaning, the ceremonials were carefully removed and  packed away until another grand occasion and Maggie's flat ones pulled back on.

I understood now why the cuffs were reapplied as I was secured to The Cell door for further preparations. The first of which was an electric chastity device, then far worse more nipple clamps. If I thought the pegs hurt, these new ones really made me wince, I am sure my eyes were watering behind the latex mask. These little buggers weren’t at all heavy, but made up for it by having serrated teeth and the bite of a shark! Both nipples were starting to regret not having refresher training earlier, they were behaving like wimps and starting to be REALLY sensitive.

Once satisfied that the nipples were receiving suitable 'training' Mistress had me turn round and replaced my own butt plug with an electro one, which fitted nicely and was as comfortable as the one it replaced, until the juice was turned on. It was however, pleasantly tingly and did help to redirect my thoughts a little, away from my aching nipples.

Directed to lie on my side on the rug, the ankle and wrist straps were once again brought into use as was the back strap that had been casually hanging down my back just chilling. My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to D rings on the back strap with carabiners. A most effective hog tie; if I pulled too hard with my legs the back strap tightened and I started to choke, so I thought the best course was to lie still on my side while my tortured nipples we’re being given a rest. 

Maggie's panties were stuffed in my mouth, followed by a hood made of a stretchy mesh material, a strip of red gaffer was applied across my mouth, not tight but sufficient to keep the panties in place, a blindfold completed my revised dressing, and, my nipple training started again!

At this point I would like to have said that I was incredibly lucky in my current situation but the pesky nipple clamps really took all my concentration. Mistress had applied two insect broaches to the nipples, a dangly metal type, it took a minute for Mistress to decide that a ladybird and dragonfly be chosen for this job, and they both had spiky jaws. These just enhanced my 'training' experience. As an aside, the last time I wore these, they were on my cock and balls when crawling through nettles. I said at the time we should have killed them off with insect spray! Fortunately, Mistress left me to quietly contemplate my situation and did not apply any further torment to my nipples etc. and as compensation I continued to receive some gentle comfort from the two electric devices still humming away in the background.

As a reward for being compliant and obedient, Mistress finally decided that a drink was in order. As she straddled me, I could hear the gentle tinkle as the piss pant's bladder started to fill with nectar. It goes without saying that Maggie removed the tape and panties before guiding the piss tube into my waiting lips, and to my extreme delight while bending down she decided to kill two birds with one stone and pulled the nip clamps off.

I sucked and I sucked, much to Mistress amusement as nothing emerged down the tube, so I sucked again and this time Maggie had opened the tap and I was able to receive a welcome rehydration. I was thirsty by now and consumed every last drop that was offered. Nothing spilt, a drained pair of piss pants and a very happy rehydrated slave.

I have learnt a lot from my owner in the wonderful times I have spent being trained and one such trait is the ability to provide assistance to Mistress when she wants to suspend me from the overhead. I know it is not easy for Mistress to lift and stretch to attach the large D suspension arm, so I do it. I know that the suspension harness is heavy to lift so I now do it, under supervision of course. I feel I am becoming more useful to Mistress, I can even raise my legs into the stirrups and once both legs are secured I am flying. An inflated anaesthesia hood made sure I didn't see much of the ride because it had no eye holes. And there I could have hung happily swaying, receiving regular boosters from the aromas pump and steadily breathing in and out through the rebreather bag. 

However, that wasn't the end of my nipple training and I sensed Mistress derived great pleasure from re-attaching the insect clips, then occasionally swapping them from one nipple to the other, ensuring her subject was really benefitting from their deadly embrace. The application of a leather cock harness provided Mistress with some purchase whenever she wanted to get me swinging. Pumped aromas kept me in a wonderfully euphoric state whilst trying to remind myself that the discomfort in my nipples was what Mistress wanted and so it was good for my soul.

Now back at home my nipples were still tingling when I showered in the evening. The warm shafts of water brought back beautiful memories of the session we had just experienced, and after a while in the shower I was able to face the torrent without flinching. It took almost a week for the crustiness and sensitivity in my nipples to fully subside and on occasions I would just stand and massage my buds and remember how fortunate I am to be under Mistress Maggie's control.

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.

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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.

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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.