An Unexpected Welcome

After 188 remarkable sessions Mistress Maggie is still able to stop me in my tracks with a truly unexpected experience, and this time it was outside the Chambers before I had even entered heaven. A little background to the start of the session might help and a glance at the calling mail I had received -  

‘Your Mistress will be taking you for a walk on the wild side and you will be excused for wondering whether it will be in or outdoors, either way it will be a journey well suited for a sucker for rubber.’

OK, on its own not a particularly unique call, but it did contain a lot of things for me to think about. When I rang Mistress to confirm my attendance I asked if it would be OK to arrive in my latex trench coat, because the weather forecast was for heavy thundery downpours and I do have to walk part of the way. The request was happily received by Maggie.

I parked up, donned my trench coat and hat and set off at a slow amble as I had ample time and it was no longer raining. As I sauntered towards the Chambers, across the street I caught sight of one helluva beautiful lady, her black ponytail wafting over what appeared to be a superb looking PVC mac. Now normally I take no notice of women in the street as I only have eyes for my Mistress, so I was disturbed by this fatal attraction to this stunning raven haired beauty. On a double take and a few steps closer, I realised why I was so drawn to this mysterious beauty dressed in PVC. It was Mistress who had actually come out to greet her slave. There, on the other side of the road with a radiant smile was Maggie. I crossed and we chatted like two old friends that I believe we are, as we entered her Chambers by the front door.

After the sensible temperature check and hand gelling I followed Mistress upstairs, which allowed be to examine her PVC mac at close quarters. It was a black and clear check and underneath I got the faintest glimpse of what I thought was a latex skirt and top. Oh well, I would have to wait to get the full details.

Mistress gave me my dressing instructions and I was soon changed into my latex socks and gloves, and slipped into my lighter weight latex suit. Mistress completed my dressing by slipping a black latex hood over my face and topping it off with my regulation slave collar. Oh I nearly forgot, Mistress also had me bend over the bed to slip my butt plug relatively easily into my butt. I say relatively easily because I am sure my rectum has become a little rusty after 15 months of almost total inactivity. Ah rusty rectum: That could be another nom de plume for this anonymous slave!

Today I was to lick Mistresses nylon covered legs and she lounged on the rubber bed ready for me to begin. Another change from the norm as I am usually instructed to worship footwear and only footwear. Now, the medical definition of leg is ... either of the two lower human limbs that extend from the top of the thigh to the foot.. so you can imagine my thoughts. Perhaps investigate a little higher above the knee!! But only until Mistress abruptly reminded me of her definition ‘…and especially the part between the knee and the ankle slave’.  Oh well, after half a dozen thwacks with Maggie's crop for burrowing under her skirt to higher places, I then concentrated on licking and kissing below the knee and nursing a cropped arse for my improper actions.  However, those same improper actions did confirm my suspicions, that Maggie was clad in latex underneath her raincoat.

It is an unusual sensation licking nylon, it does a good job of drying your tongue, but I was given plenty of time to enjoy the new sensation before Mistress whispered ‘Enough’ and had me roll on my back on the bed. My wrists were pinioned to the bed head then Mistress proceeded to retrieve some very heavy, rattly equipment from next to her Throne. With my limited vision I could tell it was the metal humbler that locks in place. Obviously that was a little 'rusty' too as the key was very tight and unable to undo the lock. ‘It’s no good, I shall have to fix it’, said Maggie, and after a few expletive descriptive comments off she went leaving me secured to the bed head. I lay there and just thought wonderful thoughts about Mistress. Maggie was much happier when she returned. 'WD40 to the rescue and the key now works’. What a relief, I could now have that heavy humbler locked on my balls. Oh deep joy!!!

I have worn this beastie several times and we have developed a successful method for deploying it; easy for both slave and Mistress. Mistress lays all the pieces out on a white towel and assembles the humbler to the front, locks it in place and then all that is required is for me to gingerly raise one leg to place one arm of the humbler against my buttock cheek and then VERY gingerly open my legs as wide as I can and ease the other bar behind my other buttock, et voila. A locked humbler is now in place against both buttock cheeks and don't try to stand upright because the grip on your balls is now truly effective and the humbler starts to do what it says on the can. 

Mistress always thinks of the welfare of her slaves and reaching over she tossed the Playrooms knee pads over, I gratefully attached them and knelt in front of her on all fours waiting for further instructions. Since my last wearing Mistress has created a leather harness that is more aesthetically pleasing and also keeps the humbler very firmly in place. A few nuts were being tightened here and there, especially those that made the pointy metal teeth start nibbling at my balls, it also felt like Maggie had managed to adjust the harness so that my cock was pointing straight down! 

Once satisfied with the humbler’s adjustments, Maggie attached a lead and off we went. She likes to keep me very close to her right thigh when I’m being walked and as always it was a pleasant experience, because when she paused to open the Playroom door I was able to snuggle against that wonderful mac and thigh. Off to the bathroom, another pause, another snuggle as Mistress took on board a glass of water and I was offered a sip too. The next thing to be offered to me was rather more disturbing: a delightfully fresh looking nettle sprig with a pre-prepared foil handle was collected from the windowsill, I did not need to use too much imagination to guess how it would be used. Back to the Playroom and time for a playful game of sting! sting! sting! Surprisingly, despite how tenderised Maggie had managed to get my balls, application of the nettle twig was actually most arousing. 

It has taken ten annual nettle seasons to reach this fantastic point in my urtica dioica training, where several gentle strokes can actually have me wanting more! What has Maggie done to my cock and balls? They are so attuned to pleasing Mistress that even the sting of the nettles brings sweet, tingly, very pleasant sensations.

Off for another walk to the bedroom now, with a few sniffs of shoes there, and I think Mistress was feeling a little sadistic at that point because with the nettles now giving me pleasure she chose to sting me with the riding crop she was carrying instead. I was subjected to 6 crop strokes, each one landing firmly on my already compromised balls, but I was happy because it obviously made Mistress happy. A few more nettle strokes then back to The Playroom for the humbler to be rotated back onto my stomach, unlocked and finally removed. That was truly a walk on the wild side and I hope pleasing for Mistress.

Before I knew it my butt plug was also being removed, to be replaced by a slightly smaller cordless model with vibrating action that Maggie switched to high and zipped back in place. Now was the time to slither into the vacbed which had been taking up a large and prominent position on the floor. Mistress was ready to apply wire electro cock loops to my cock, but a quick examination determined that it wasn’t up for standing to attention, so stick on electro pads seemed a better idea. Maggie twiddled her buttons. ‘Can you feel this circuit in your cock slave?’ Ahhh! Yes, my cock Mistress. ‘And can you feel this circuit in your balls slave?’ Ahhh!, Yes Mistress, definitely in my balls. ‘In that case we can commence’. It was then that the mac came off and revealed Maggie in her stunning latex skater skirt combination. 

One thing to remember before getting into the vacbed is that metal, buckles or sharp objects could potentially damage the latex, so off came the harness and my slave collar and I gently slid in through the side opening.

Once inside I could place my head on the wedge shaped pillow that Maggie had thoughtfully placed in the bag to add a little extra support for what may be a long stay. She explained how she would be trying out a new modified method for aroma delivery and I needed to place a face mask across my nose and make sure the mask spout was aligned with the hole in the vac bag. All went well and I relaxed as I felt Mistress attach a pipe connector to the end of the protruding mask spout and screwed on the breathplay parts she had chosen for the day. Everything was sounding good and I was breathing easily.

For a moment it seemed like I may have to forego being sealed inside the vacbed as I detected a tone of annoyance in Mistress’ voice. ‘Where is that bl***y tube?’, she said. The tube is required to seal the vacbed, and being black in a predominantly black environment was making itself very hard to detect! Fortunately Maggie did manage to win the game of hide and seek, finding the tube located down the back of the latex covered bed and I was thankfully back on route to rubber heaven.

The vacbed was sealed and we were off. The familiar drone of the pump lasted for a while with nothing appearing to happen, then as more of the air was sucked out and the rubber began tightening around me I noticed a sensation not noted on previous vacuuming sessions. In the final few seconds before complete compression, the latex starts to feel cooler and then you are in; stuck and breathing through the new equipment. Through the smoky semi transparent haze of the vac bag I could vaguely see the rhythmic fluctuation of a rebreather bag and then Mistress gave me a couple of puffs on the aroma delivery system.

It is a rare thing to be given aromas without some kind of added sensation, and true to form Mistresses sadistic streak surfaced and the electrics ramped up to just below unbearable. That's where I stayed for a good long while, unable to move any distance yet able to flex bits of body.

The relentless electrics, the vibrations up 'ol rusty’, the gentle caresses from my rubber clad Mistress gliding over my super tight bondage situation, intermingled with the occasional whiff of aroma had the inevitable effect and I exploded inside the vacbed. I didn't expect that result but obviously Mistress was somewhat pleased that her innovative modified breathing system had worked to the extent of forcing a hand free orgasm. 

By the time Mistress thought I had had enough I was truly knackered; far more drained than on any other vac'ing session and it took me a while to extricate myself. Again, care is required when clambering out. If you rush there is a chance of damaging the vac bag, so softly softly.

As this was the first attempt at the new breathing system, Mistress asked for feedback. There were only a few comments that I thought appropriate: bloody fantastic, an excellent breathing system but when Maggie asked me to secure the breathing mask at the start, I should have made sure it was high enough on the bridge of my nose to allow unfettered nasal breathing. I received the effects of the aromas but part of their appeal is the smell as it is drunk in.

Thank you to Mistress Maggie for once again trusting me to trial her new ideas and thanks for another wonderful and tiring session. 

Your faithful slave 'ol rusty rectum’.

Exam Time

I believe that I am falling deeper and deeper under the spell of Mistress Maggie. As I enter The Chambers, gone are the nervous tingles that occasionally showed themselves last decade as I approached the outer door, only to be replaced by the need to enter and serve. I wear my slave collar openly, although I do respect Mistresses request for discretion in her outside environs but once inside...  I am relaxed in Mistresses company and all I ask is that I can serve.

However, I am still a red blooded male and Maggie certainly has the ability to make my blood boil. I walk behind those glorious latex covered legs and get that familiar urge just to touch... but my training has been good and thorough and I touch when asked, in fact I react only when instructed to react by Mistress.

The gentle cropping that my backside received as I was worshipping her boots may have been a little more firm than last decade, with the occasional splat aimed across the balls, but everything is designed to improve my value as a slave.

And what a fortunate slave I was in today's session. I was to be allowed to be one of the first recipients of Maggie's new inflatable rubber helmet.

Firstly though, I was quickly into my plum suit and was pleased that I surprised Mistress by climbing in, zipping up and standing to attention without any assistance. Oh, but the polishing is always a delight. Maggie polishes all over; shoulder, arms, hands, legs and more intimate places that always excite this latex covered male.

Once in the suit and fitted with my butt plug I was introduced to the new hood that had recently been so enticingly announced on Maggie's twitter feed. Easy to get my head into, very comfortable to wear and incredibly stimulating when fully pumped up. Today would be without the gag but in return, Mistress expected me to provide honest feedback on how it felt.

Well, my feedback was a little embarrassing to say the least. I was trussed like a chicken with the hessian ropes and hung almost off the ground from the ceiling ring. As I wobbled about like a skittle a more serious whipping ameliorated by the occasional puff of aromas had me glad of the rope suspension. Rather embarrassingly I came, there in the middle of the Playroom. Mistress wasn't at all pleased, but in my defence that was the only feedback I could give as I was so excited by the situation, and it didn't really help that Mistress had lubed up my cock and balls and was merrily playing a tattoo on my manly bits!

This wasn't going to detract from Maggie's intention of carrying out my regular routine dental check-up and I was de-hooded in preparation for the Clinic. That was a real shame, but it would be impossible to examine my gnashers with them sealed inside that wonderful rubber creation.

Strapped down in the dentist’s chair I was left listening to a dental presentation on the radio while Maggie slipped into the stunning white latex medical gown that she’d made, and I just gazed at the beauty that was about to invade my oral cavity once more. I like being able to say that Mistress has invaded all my cavities and in fact she has the freedom to go wherever her mood takes her. Today it was the mouth.

Time for a little relaxing aroma to calm the patient. I wasn't about to say no but I am generally very calm in Maggie's presence with or without aromas. She does have that effect on this slave. After all, I have nothing to worry about and trust my Mistress to do whatever she wishes. This time the aroma delivery was coming from the gas station and being fed through by the simple anaesthesia face mask; easy to hold in place and remove when ready. It is not as intense as the inflatable hood I wore earlier but far more practical for climbing onto the molars.

It is quite strange and weirdly relaxing to be strapped to the couch and being administered to by a very beautiful lady. The situation is made more bizarre by the white latex mask she was wearing. I could gaze through my perspex eyepiece and I could see clearly just Maggie's eyes, which all added to the emotional tension in the room. However, I do wish Mistress would not try to open my mouth wider, just a bit wider, a little bit more with the mouth brace. I feel a right pillock dribbling away in front of my dentist but it certainly did the job, keeping my mouth wide open for the real examination and remedial work that was deemed necessary.

Mistress has all the necessary equipment for the Clinic. A selection of authentic stainless steel dental instruments entered my mouth and were put to work for examining and cleaning my teeth, working up to a drilling that can really put your teeth on edge. I drifted fleetingly back to my early dentists and thought they could learn a lot from Dentist Maggie's bedside manner. There are other advantages and benefits from visiting my current practitioner, not the least of which is her beauty and calmness as she drills and scrapes away, all behind that alluring white mask.

As we progressed Maggie appeared satisfied with the results of her work and was finishing up with a good clean and polish. Now, I am not sure what amused her so much, probably the absurd look of her patient, but shortly after applying the cotton wool and lip pads she started to giggle and almost lost the plot with her laughing. Obviously she remained in control as she continued to clean my teeth, but once again it was so thrilling that for whatever reason I was able to elicit that wonderful tinkling, slightly girlish laughter that is so appealing.

When she had regained her composure, the mischievous madam decided to clean the end of my cock with the toothpaste. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable and I think that may not have been the reaction Maggie was hoping to achieve. ‘Ohh, does is not tingle, not even a little bit slave?’

It was now nearing the end of my dental appointment and all that was left was a little cleaning of the oral cavity, which was achieved with the assistance of a suction device. Once more the whole suction procedure was so life like. With a command to open my mouth, in went the tube and the sucking squelching noises began, indication that the end was almost nigh.

The final action, which had rather sensibly been left in the bathroom, was the mouth rinse and wash. Maggie had thoughtfully prepared a tumbler full of her pee for that, and I was instructed to rinse and spit while she got started cleaning the instruments she’d used in the Clinic. I have to admit that after the first rinse and spit I thought it was far too much of a waste of good vintage so I drank the rest!

Before anyone asks. No, Mistress Maggie does not perform actual dentistry BUT it feels so real at the time. The thoughts, sounds, emotions and fears are all there with the added bonus of a beautiful practitioner. This is role play but of the very highest quality and once more I have had a thoroughly enjoyable and amazing afternoon in the hands of the best Mistress/Dentist that a slave could ever wish for.

A final note of thanks to Maggie for allowing me the experience of that wonderful inflatable helmet. That is amazing.

WARNING: This 2 min 30 sec dental fetish clip had audio.

Still a Long Way to go

Just when I thought I was becoming adequately trained, at least in the opening ceremony of footwear worship, Mistress Maggie threw in a curved ball to disperse any complacency that may have been building. The moment I entered the door to her Chambers I was put on a lead, and I followed Mistresses glorious latex covered bottom up the stairs to arrive in the Playroom; nothing unusual there, but then Maggie guided me fully clothed to the floor and I was told to start footwear worship immediately. Maggie has a new pair of black shiny boots that go all the way to the middle of her thighs and they were definitely well worshipped by this happy slave.

’Drop your pants and over the chair slave’, where I was told I would receive three thwacks of the trident paddle. ‘To satisfy your curiosity slave’. I had seen this implement in one of Maggie's twitter feeds where she had administered 30+ strokes to a willing recipient. After 3 strokes my backside knew it had been well belted, leaving me with full admiration for the recipient of the 30+ strokes. I would have taken my hat of to him there and then if I had been wearing one.

Just as I was expecting to be sent off to the bathroom to change into my usual session uniform, Maggie threw in another curved ball by instructing me to get undressed and get into my rubber catsuit there in the Playroom, but not until I had received a hard slap on my face. ‘A friend asked me to do that’, smiled Maggie sweetly!

Now that I had been wakened up properly we moved on to the real meat of the session. Mistress told me I had been far too greedy with my consumption of aromas over the last few months, and that I would be sniffing something else today while revisiting the basics of breath play. Whilst I was sitting relaxed on the circular stool enjoying a few quiet moments in the presence of a beautiful woman, Mistress quietly and efficiently set about securing my hands tightly across my stomach. The bindings were so effective that I really couldn't move my hands in any direction and certainly not reach my nipples let alone my face.

With the rope work done, my neck was trapped in the padded stocks, which in turn were firmly attached to the suspension gantry. Some minor height adjustment was completed and I was so comfy that... hold that thought as I heard the familiar rustle of the polythene bag.

Undoubtedly I would end up with my head inside it and I could look forward to a few moments of being once more reliant on Maggie for air. However, this looked a little more serious as the stocks were opened and then closed round the bag, gripping it tightly round my neck. I have to admit I was worried when I heard the lock click in place. It looked like I was about to enjoy some s-e-r-i-o-u-s breath control. I had no escape, I was trapped inside the bag with the air slowly becoming stale.

As I begged for air I gazed at my beautiful captor and my only hope of release, but unusually she did not respond to my pleas, at least not immediately, instead I lost sight of her as she moved round the side of my steamy plastic prison and I did panic a little. Though I was unable to see her, Mistress took a huge lungful of air and blew into one of the two purpose built air vents she had cleverly constructed yesterday. Repeating the life giving infusion several times, I relaxed and accepted that I was totally dependent on my Mistresses second hand air. It is the situation I love as I trust my Mistress implicitly and I hoped she felt that I was worth receiving her air otherwise...

This wasn't just isolated breath control, this was designed to have me totally air dependent for thirty plus minutes. All the while, Maggie teased me by coming so close with her lips just when I needed more puff. Another dilemma, I would love to have been kissed, even through the steamy plastic, but Maggie cleverly left that moment until I was really begging for more air.

After perhaps two dozen life giving infusions Mistress was satisfied that my over indulgence in aromas had been balanced by this prolonged period of basic breath control. Finally I was released from the stocks. At that point I was so utterly and completely devoted to my Mistress, I felt nothing but happiness and totally at peace with my situation.

More basic elements were to be reinforced with our next exercise as Maggie announced that my nipples had also been somewhat neglected along with the breath play.

Fortunately Mistress can be kind to her slaves and now allowed me a few whiffs of aroma, to slightly ease the discomfort before starting on the nipples. My wrists were still pinioned but the aromas started to have the desired effect and Mistress knew I would not complain (well hardly complain) as first the left and then the right nipple were warmed up.

Oh boy, do we need to do more work on my nipples!

Tweezer clamps with a small weighted load were attached to each one, but two minutes later both fell off, it was like deja vu, first the left then the right. Mistress likened my nipples to lumps of lard. The next attempt was to try and secure the clamps behind surgical needles to see if they would stop them sliding off. Nope! - that didn't help and the thought that my nipples were actually made of lard started to concern me. There was only one thing for it, the trusty clover clamps.

These bloody hurt and to reinforce their effectiveness Mistress had me kneel on all fours with the clamps dangling beneath. Mistress was having fun and to enhance my enjoyment a string of four anal beads were rudely and quickly stuffed up my bum.

With the lead reattached, Maggie guided me next door and had me stand to attention with the crop in my mouth as she changed into her piss pants. I couldn't look down but I could hear as Maggie described exactly what she was doing. She certainly seemed pleased about how her piss pants looked with the new thigh boots.

Shortly after, both the clover clamps gave up the ghost and the lard finally shed even these most gripping of clamps. I do have a pair of suction nipple pumps at home and we agreed that I desperately need to practice at least once each week to de-lard the buds.

The last and final part of this session is definitely not remedial training, nor is it a punishment. I consider myself very fortunate that Mistress allows me every opportunity to consume her juices, using many and varied methods she encourages and makes her slave quench his thirst. On this occasion an inflatable, breathe through gag would become my drinking tube, and with the nipple clamps applied again my mouth was agonisingly opened ready to have the gag inserted. Not much use currently as a breath through, but excellent to feed through and Mistress did make sure the nose holes were clear for me to breathe.

I eagerly consumed every offered drop, but the flow seemed to be never ending. I watched as the level in the reservoir went down with each suck on the drinking tube, only to see and hear Mistress let loose another torrent of her precious fluids. There is something really erotic and sexually stimulating to watch and hear your Mistress peeing and then to consume the warm fresh urine. A definite treat.

Meanwhile, at the back of my mind a mischievous plan was being hatched. Once I had completely drained my drink I was hoping to blow back down the tube and inflate the piss pants around Mistress private parts, but had to settle with just licking my lips! I think Mistress knows this slave well enough to read my mind, because the second I heard the final slurp the flow was disconnected and I didn’t have the chance to try and inflate her.

Today, I have been subjected to extended breath play reliant wholly on my Mistresses air, had my nipples clamped and pierced and finally had the luxury of emptying Mistress Maggie's bladder down my throat. It was another truly remarkable session and I know I am owned by the most spectacular and beautiful Mistress I could ever have wished for, but I also know that in my aim to serve her every pleasure and requirement I still have a long road to travel.

Thank you Mistress.

WARNING: This 3min 52 sec breathplay clip has audio.

Ultimate Chastity

I am a very lucky slave. For the past eight years Mistress Maggie has taken me under her wing and I am really happy that she knows she has the freedom to do whatever she wishes to her devoted rubber slave. Part of a promise I made to Maggie was To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question and I have every intention of honouring this promise. After 174 sessions there are certain tasks that I can perform without instruction. I know how to worship Mistresses footwear. I know when to lift my bum when zips need opening, I know when to tense muscles to assist Maggie when she is adjusting straps etc, however, when it comes to the overall flow of a session I listen attentively and follow instruction implicitly. After all, Mistress spends a lot of her pre-session time planning and preparing her sessions and I owe it to her not to cock it up through inattentiveness.

I had a strange, almost unreal hypnogogic experience whilst undertaking my boot worship duty. There I was quite happily kissing and worshipping those rather nice white boots with Maggie’s flogger sensually caressing my latex rump, and as Mistress gently rested her other boot on my back as a footstool I felt totally at peace, as though that was exactly where I wanted and needed to be. Following that out of body experience I was so deeply in the zone and the session got better and better as Mistress proceeded with her plans.

For today's entertainment my costume was lighter than my normal full latex catsuit. I had been asked to bring my zip through latex shorts and those, together with latex socks and gloves were to be the dress code for the day. With me ordered into a crouching position it was not long before the zip was being peeled open to allow my red butt plug to be inserted and sealed in. A double fronted white latex hood completed my costume leaving me viewing the world through small eye perforations and speaking through a zipped up mouth opening. That became my face for the whole session and it was the very last item that Mistress removed at the end. I do find the hood comfortable and easy to wear and of course very versatile with its all enclosing zip up face cover.

We both followed the huge strap-on that Mistress was flaunting into the Clinic, and I had a good idea where that would end up! On entering, two prominent pillar box red items were immediately apparent on the couch. The first was the latex arm binder top which I have been teased into before, but the second was a brand new and very interesting head restraint, it looked like it could do a good job of stopping any head movement and the kind of restraint I have fantasised about.

On occasions my generous girth does cause problems and the last time I wore the arm binder it was tricky fitting me into it. However, we had learned from that experience and this time came up with a much easier approach. Engage the back zip for a few inches prior to attempting to put it on, then step into it like a skirt and hey ho! It was far easier for Mistress to pull the zip all the way up and seal me in with no chance of escape. I do like that feeling and allowed myself another wry smile when Mistress asked if it was warm enough in The Clinic. My experience warned me that it was going to get a whole lot warmer before the end so I replied with a simple. ‘Yes it's warm enough thank you.’

I laid back straight into the neck brace and the straps ensured that was exactly where my head would remain. It felt like my head was in a vice and just to make sure that her patient was truly immobilized, Mistress made her way around the couch, visiting each of its restraining straps and tightening them to their maximum. Legs placed comfortably in the stirrups and strapped in place as well.

It is at times like these when you know you are in the hands of an expert who puts a lot of thought and planning into all her activities. In normal use the neck brace would be attached rigidly to a stretcher. However, Maggie wanted to make the most of the chairs flexibility by lifting and changing the orientation of her patient for her operations. If you alter the inclination, the subject moves a little in the chair to accommodate the new angles, but here Maggie's innovative approach was evident. The head brace had been suitably fixed with the ability to slide along the chair back whilst still keeping the head rigidly attached to the chair. That was pure genius.

The only issue I had with all this rigidity and chair movement was the reduced visibility of my Mistress through the small eye perforations. Maggie knows how I love to see her occasionally during operations and every now and then went out of her way so that I could get just a glimpse of my thoughtful owner.

After a few adjustments to the double fronted hood, Maggie was satisfied she could effectively deploy aromas with her anaesthetic setup which included a one litre rebreather bag to monitor my progress. Long, slow breaths in, breathe out. In, out, in out... after several lungfuls I was feeling even more in that wonderful head space where all I could think about was my stunning Mistress and how I could please her.

As my breathing settled to a steady rhythm the sound of my own breaths became very relaxing and the rebreather was filling up and emptying as it should. Although definitely not an anaesthetic, the aromas have a wonderfully calming and relaxing effect and in particular I could feel my sphincter loosening up ready for what I knew I was about to receive. I was so chilled with the situation, I just lay there in my very happy latex covered world as Mistress slid the zip in my shorts open and started to swab my cock, balls and groin with disinfectant.

A superbly executed example of a mangina

The aromas had certainly done their job to the extent that I hardly felt the first staple being pinged into my scrotum. More pulling and pushing and adjusting the flesh down there and another staple and another and ... I lost count but it is strange what I imagined my cock and balls would look like. My imagination said these staples were all over the place and that the area would look disjointed. How wrong your imagination can be. I should have known better with an expert in charge. Perhaps it was the aroma therapy that clouded my imagination?

Instead, a pure masterpiece of a mangina had been created. Straight, even staples, a very neat line where my manhood used to be and above all no pain whatsoever. I don't think I flinched once, perhaps the occasional sharper intake of breath, but all in all and with Maggie’s words of encouragement, a perfect operation was completed.

I tried to flex my cock because it felt so excited by the stapling, but nothing moved. I tried again and I didn't even have room for a little twitch which was incredibly frustrating because in my mind I really needed to explode. Perhaps Maggie has finally arrived at the situation where I am unable to embarrass myself by unauthorised ejaculations! I felt so useless as a man yet so deliriously happy that my Mistress had wanted us to undertake this journey and had successfully arrived. Oh happy slave.

What happened next is probably the most exciting and exhilarating yet frustrating 25 minutes of high octane ass play I have experienced. First of all the electro dildo that Maggie used vigorously. In. Out. in out... all the time tweaking the dials so I received the maximum stimulus. I was told that I had a lot of arse stretching to enjoy in view of what was about to be inserted up my rectum. In, out, in out stretch it all about was the order, and of course, all the while my cock and balls were being agitated from inside my body making me more and more frustrated as the useless bits were no longer able to respond.

For a little added stimulus, Mistress kindly? added electrodes along the staples on the second e-stim channel and continued with the in out delights of the electro dildo. Maggie's aim was to open me up for the next part of my anal experience. I was about to be introduced to the best fuck yet. Although I believe Mistress’ really thick strap-on did get its tip up my hole, my unwilling body wouldn't let it climb in to its full length. Undeterred, Maggie quickly exchanged the huge invader for a slightly lesser size and set about riding her charge.

Wow! After having felt at home being Maggie's foot stool earlier, I now felt completely at one with my owner occupying my newly bored most intimate orifice. I was her plaything, her sex toy and I felt relaxed and in exactly the right place at the right time.

After such a good stretching Maggie thought I may be ready to have a go at the next phase of anal training. It is our goal to get her gloved hand inside me and I was asked if I wished to proceed. Another no brainer, I was well under the influence, well relaxed and raring to try for her fist. Maggie has special Crisco cream for such occasions and greased her new glove with a good handful and I could feel her fist was almost in. With hindsight I really wish I had braced a little more and encouraged Maggie to push a little more because I feel that I was millimetres away from becoming Maggie's glove puppet. Almost but not quite. Mistress did say that we were almost there and progress had definitely been made.

I wonder what it would feel like to be zipped inside my rubber suit once the mangina was completed? I wonder what it will feel like when Mistress does manage to insert her hand up my arse? I wonder what other extreme delights Maggie has in store for one of her most adoring and faithful slaves? I do know with absolute certainty that I will do what I promised for my imaginative, talented and occasionally sadistic (yes it was sadistic to staple up my cock and balls then tell me to try to orgasm 'like a woman') Mistress.

I can also confirm that once the staples were removed my cock and balls returned to normal functionality and later I was able to finally relieve some of that pent up tension that Mistress Maggie always generates in this slave. Today was truly memorable, thank you Maggie.

WARNING: This 3 minute clip has audio

Bronze Age Slave

I suspect there may be the odd raised eyebrow when I say that once again another Friday the 13th session had been arranged with Mistress Maggie. Unlike some people I do not suffer from triskaidekaphobia, in fact I have no qualms about the number 13 whatsoever. I love my Friday sessions with Mistress and have done since I took my first steps into her Chambers. I remember my routine then; at the end of the working week, leave work at lunchtime, stop in at the services on the M61, have a shower and tidy up to look presentable for my Mistress then make my way to the Chambers at exactly 14:30. Statistically, because I love Friday sessions and have a need to attend regularly, the chances of sessions on Friday 13th are at worst 50:50 and on the many occasions when they have occurred, I have found them nothing but pure pleasure and delight.

Today was more memorable than just another Friday 13th. It has been eight years this month, almost to the day, since that first journey down the Motorway and Maggie wanted to celebrate our achievement with a bottle of bubbly. It was not the first celebratory day that Maggie had had this week, as by coincidence another of her lucky acolytes had celebrated his 8 years of servitude yesterday with a similar toast. I am highly unlikely to meet the fortunate fellow as Maggie is incredibly discreet, but if you are reading this, I do salute your fortunate introduction to the best of the best.

Our jamboree got underway as soon as the door to the Chambers gently closed behind me. Mistress attached her lead to my slave collar and pressed an aroma soaked cloth over my airways with instructions to ‘Inhale. Deeply’. An unexpected and very pleasant introduction that had me heading to heaven even before ascending the stairway. I could feel myself relaxing and once more starting my journey into total and complete adoration and obedience. It produced a far more erotic ascent as I followed Maggie’s wonderful latex skinned derrière up the stairs. Whether it was the aromas or the fact that I simply had the most beautiful latex rear inches from my face, but I really wanted to plant a big kiss on her inviting cheeks, however Maggie did not offer me that opportunity and continued walking, slowly and steadily leading me to the Playroom.

Still in all my outdoor clothes I was told to lie on the bed until Mistress returned, which allowed me the pleasure of admiring Maggie's new latex quilt and I was left there in luxurious latex comfort, bemused yet happy as she left the room. Mistress soon reappeared with what I now know was the ice bucket and bubbly. After some questions about the contents of my perv bag I was told that I should be wearing a lot of latex and was given two minutes to present a fully rubbered version of myself, and be ready to worship Mistresses satin boots. I know I took a little longer than two minutes, but not too much longer. It was a compromise between the time and needing to present myself in an acceptable fashion to my Mistress.

Standing up with my arms outstretched I was buffed up and brought to a high polish by Maggie and her Mr Sheen, then down on my knees to complete the obligatory worship of Mistress’ tiny pixie styled boots.

There are certain other essential procedures that Mistress likes to perform on her slave and the first is to fill one of my orifices by inserting a plug. Delving into my perv bag I hunted for my butt plug. Being in a very relaxed and somewhat flippant mood I extracted the plug with a flourish and flamboyant gesture similar to a Harry Potter spell. I chanted ‘Insertio buttpluggio!!!’ That amused Mistress, and though her plan was to open me up first with something a bit larger, ultimately 'Insertio buttpluggio' resulted in my trusty red plug ending up in its natural home.

I can be pretty useless as a slave but on this occasion I managed to bring a surprised smile to my owners beautiful lips. Maggie's voice had a troubled tone as she invited me to open the bubbly. ‘Be very careful, don’t let the cork shoot out . . . don’t  make another hole in my ceiling . . . !’ Her concern was very understandable, as looking up I could see a sizeable patched up hole in the ceiling, made by a roofers boot who had accidentally slipped and put his foot through it during recent renovations to the Chambers. Better hold onto that cork then!

Luckily I have learned the knack for such occasions and have found that by removing the foil and placing the palm of my hand firmly over the top of the cork, unravelling the metal fastening and then gently rotating the cork while keeping very firm pressure on my palm, rather than shooting out it eases out with the gentlest of hisses as the gas seeks its own freedom. A barely audible sound and et voila! - one very pleased, relieved and somewhat surprised Mistress.

I can think of no better way of celebrating a marvellous event than bringing a surprised smile to my Mistress, sipping bubbly, smiling and laughing with a very beautiful, latex clad rubber goddess. I was only allowed one flute as I drive to Chambers and Maggie is always looking after her slaves' welfare, similarly Mistress only had one, as she remains in full control in more ways than one throughout our training.

I would never have dreamt of one day being a bronze age slave, however, the traditional name for an 8th anniversary is a bronze anniversary, where bronze represents strength and durability. Well, I had just managed to demonstrate to my bronze age Mistress that I had both of those attributes by proudly opening the champagne without the cork exploding.

It appeared as though my drinking bout was only just beginning, as the rubber ruff from the toilet seat was attached round my neck and I was ordered to slide underneath the toilet box. It was then only a short procedure to connect my rubber collar to the perspex seat, attach wrist cuffs to the toilet box legs and I was ready to receive whatever Mistress wished to deposit in my direction.

I lay there very comfortable, the neck collar providing a wonderful support, along with a superb view as Mistress with her swaying ponytails looked down the pan at her waiting toilet slave. Her hand reached down and pressed an anaesthetic mask loaded with an intoxicating dose of aromas, tightly over my face. As I drifted deeper into my very aroused pleasure zone I could hear Mistress unzip her crotch zip and the room went darker as the most glorious image started to eclipse the rest of the world. From thereon all I could concentrate on was trying to line up my mouth with where I anticipated the steady flow of nectar would be delivered.

Being so close to Mistresses private parts I must remember to know my place. Definitely do not get any closer to that beautiful area, just gaze and wait for her champagne. I didn't have long to wait before the first few droplets became visible in the half light of the toilet bowl. I adjusted, took my mouthful and swallowed. Mistress knows this slaves drinking habits and as if by magic the flow stopped as she waited to hear me swallow and then another gentle trickle, another mouthful and so it went on for several delightful mouthfuls of a much tastier celebratory drink.

I am not sure if the next mouthful was by design and Mistress was just wanting to teach her slave what a tsunami of fresh nectar was like, but instead of turning the tap off when I closed my lips to swallow, the flow just kept coming and coming. Coughing, spluttering, quickly opening my mouth and swallowing, I tried all ways but I couldn't keep pace with the flow. A few more gallons would have definitely had me drowning in Mistresses fluids. Come to think of it, there are far worse ways to go.

Maggie stood up, tidied her zips and smiled down at a very pee soaked toilet slave, saying ‘Wow, I feel much better now’ and I must admit, so did I. That wasn't quite the end of my drinking celebrations though, as taking another sip from her bubbly Maggie chose to share her drink and aimed her flute so the stream tipped into my open mouth. Some of the bubbly cascaded down my saturated hood and settled in my ears. Whether it is a normal reaction when bubbly meets pee I am really not sure, but all I could hear was a cacophony of bubbly sounds as the bubbles mixed with the nectar. That is an experience I definitely would like to repeat, perhaps at session 200 or our 9 year celebrations if Mistress allows me to continue for that long or any time Mistress wishes to flush out her bladder on a very willing toilet.

I was allowed out of the chamberpot feeling incredibly happy and a little flushed and we cleaned up myself and any spills. I was then bent over to have my butt plug replaced with an inflatable buzzing one, it’s vibrations were steady and continuous, working away deep inside and relentlessly building up more tensions in my lower groin area.

Firmly shackled to the four corners of the bed, Maggie considered it the appropriate opportunity to further celebrate this Bronze Age by deploying her trusty e-stim box. Four electrodes were arranged on my cock and balls and the pulses set to a rhythmic, pulsating twenty on the dial. You can probably guess the next part. I muttered a warning but whether it was lost in the gas mask or Mistress decided it would be fun just to leave the vibrations and pulsations running, nevertheless I was once again forced to ejaculate.

Leaning over me, Mistress either feigned or actually was angry, as a punishment she said she would increase the electrics by the eight years I had been in service. Now that really cleared my sinuses. Just as promised Mistress switched up the power and left me to be punished. I have never experienced such intense sensations and I am pleased that the shackles were more than a match for a slave writhing in agony. I was screaming, begging for mercy and thrashing around like a man possessed. In a way that is exactly what I was. Possessed by the most magnificent person you could wish to be electrocuted by. The gas mask of course muffled the screams and sobs down to mere whimpers but it did sound very loud from inside the mask. I wonder if my balls turned bronze with the e-stim set to 28? .

I loved every minute, bar perhaps those final two! And no, I wouldn't ask for any of it to be changed. I deserved the punishment but I think next time I will try to make sure my balls are empty before arriving to serve my Mistress Maggie. That leaves me with a real dilemma. I know Maggie expects to make me orgasm at times but only when she wants it to happen, when Mistress is in control and if I have deliberately emptied my balls...?

Here's to the Leather anniversary!

Dreams to Reality

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


WARNING: This 50 second clip has audio.

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

Niggles

Niggles, demerits, black marks, punishments. . . call them what you will, but due to some thoughtless comments I had made Mistress Maggie saw fit to administer my just deserts at the start of this session. Mistress explained why I had earned the punishment and went on to offer me the choice of delivery mechanism, by either a senior cane or a three tailed tawse.

Mistress Maggie's choice for my punishment

I chose wisely I think, asking Mistress to choose which of the two nasty looking implements she believed would work best as retribution, and without hesitation she picked up the cane. So, within minutes of arriving at the Chambers and worshipping Mistresses bright red thigh boots I was hooded, and with a huge ball gag wedged in place I was supine over the Playroom horse.

Restraints were not used nor are they any longer necessary as, although occasionally deployed by my owner for visual effect and to act as a reminder of my slave status, I now do exactly as I am told. Her cane came swishing down and I lay there counting out the strokes and giving my best muffled thank you’s to Mistress for correcting her stupid, senseless slave.

I have absolutely no complaints, although at the time my backside was moaning a little as I received fifteen hard strokes.

Once Mistress had vented her anger (or so I thought), the mood changed and we moved forward to a more relaxed and far less painful part of the proceedings. Still using the horse, Mistress told me to reposition myself so that she could have full and unrestricted access to my bum. I could detect her stepping into her strap on harness, possibly preparing for some delightful fun. As I lay there waiting and wishing to be penetrated by her chosen dildo I thought about the mistake I had made, and how it was well worth a beating to clear the air, to have me realise my mistake and have Mistress back to her normal beautiful self.

My Lady in red

My fifteen stripes were no more than a mild ache as Maggie expertly guided the session to a different mindset, using large quantities of lubrication then gently sliding in . . . not the dildo but my butt plug.

The initial hand stretching and lubrication had clearly worked because the red ribbed plug slid in like a hot knife through butter. Perhaps I had misread the rattling sound and there was no strap-on? No. Maggie's sense of fun and mischief emerged and just as I was getting used to the plug, it was quickly unplugged to be instantly replaced by the whole length of Maggie’s cock.

Thinking I was about to receive another of those delicious fucks that Maggie can deliver I began to relax. But no again. Her cock was immediately removed and replaced with the plug. This alternating between plug and dildo must have been repeated four or five times until I didn't know whether I was coming or going. What I did know was that Mistress had one very happy but confused slave across her horse.

To conclude this part of the anal play ad when Maggie had finished oscillating and juggling the ass toys, she finished off by pushing a string of four large anal beads down the willing hole. These would keep me stuffed for the rest of the session. Thank goodness there is a long tail ending in a good sized ring to aid their extraction, otherwise I could have been left with a bum full of balls until nature intervened!

The last vestiges of Maggie's anger briefly surfaced and without warning she gave me another five rapid strokes with the Senior Cane. Those almost made me jump off the horse, but boy was I relieved when Mistress whispered that that was the end of my punishment and ‘lets get you into some shiny black rubber’. In addition I received the modified anaesthesia hood, more of this later, and I was ready for anything.

Mistress retrieved the leather wrist cuffs, using them to fix my arms loosely but securely behind my back. I was then instructed to back up against the Plank which was already upright and securely fixed to the Playroom’s overhead gantry. It had been quite obvious right from the boot worship, that this 7' length of Playroom equipment would be brought into  play at some stage, I mean how can you disguise a 7' solid bondage plank! Anyway, as instructed I tentatively leant back as the plank eased itself into position until it was happy to accommodate the weight of a rather large slave, and off we went.

Maggie moved about me, pulling on straps and stretching bandages tightly around me until I became at one with the Plank. Well almost, Maggie did stop to deliberate whether a knee strap was necessary and after a bit of umming and ahhing she did buckle it in place, though not too tightly. Mistress is a true expert in restraints, as, without the strap I doubt if I could have remained standing for as long as I did. With the strap, it allowed the strap to take some of the leg strain and extended my duration almost infinitely.

A very well fitted Kalis

As it was, I was very comfortable as I watched Mistress leave the room and later return wheeling in the IV stand which she brought beside me, then again she left the room closing the door behind her. From my restrained position I was perfectly happy standing, the playroom mirror had been carefully angled so I could admire my situation until my thoughts were interrupted by Maggie’s return. This time she brought in a brimming jug of what definitely looked like pee, emptying it into the rubber bag hanging from the drip stand. As my eyes wandered towards the bag and its contents I estimated over a litre of drink was now available.

Now the intricacies of the modified anaesthetic mask were fully revealed. Mistress had cunningly inserted the feeding tube up the centre of the attached hose which normally delivers aromas, meaning I could drink and be medicated at the same time. Now that is ingenious! It took a while to get started but with the taps on and a long hard suck I tasted the first trickle of fluid delivered down the drinking tube.

I was half expecting the next bit of playtime that Maggie had planned for her very willing follower, because a few days ago Mistress had announced on her Twitter feed that she had acquired a biting steel instrument called Kalis teeth; a most effective chastity device with a row of sharp teeth pointing inward into the wearers cock.

Fitting it on to a flaccid cock was relatively painless and I stood against the plank thinking calming thoughts to avoid an erection as Maggie carefully wrapped the device around my cock and balls. I couldn't see fully but I heard the ominous click as a small padlock went in place, accompanied by a tingle down my spine as Maggie threatened to leave it in place at the end of the session. Now there's something for me to contemplate in the future. . . I mean how could I last between sessions without attempting to get an erection. I mean every time I think of my Mistress. . . I digress. Back to the session fun.

Forced feeding

My sense of being dominated and under total control of Mistress took a step forward as Maggie sealed my eye holes with her eye mask. This is her own design and effectively seals you in behind the perspex lenses. The seal is effective and reduces the slave to taking air through the hose, regardless of whether it’s aroma filled air or not. Mistress really is inventive and very creative in her drive to give total satisfaction and loss of control to a subservient slave like me.

The application of the air tight eye mask also heralded a change in feeding habits. Up to now I had been sucking small quantities of nectar as and when I wanted, but now Mistress was exercising more control over her subject by utilising the delivery bulb attached to the feeding pipes.

A warning from Mistress followed by a syphoning squeeze delivered sufficient fluid for a mouthful. With the airtight mask it was either swallow or wallow in spilt pee inside the helmet. So, I am wrapped in latex to the bondage board with an airtight mask delivering both liquid refreshment and aromas and my cock was totally controlled by the Kalis; could a slave wish for any better treatment from his beautiful Mistress? Of course Maggie is capable of delivering an infinite variety of pleasure giving experiences and is not averse to using her latex clad body to help frustrate and torment her slave, by rubbing smooth rubber on rubber.

Forced climax

The next activity was probably the most cruel and tormenting Maggie could use on her slave. Out came the heavyweight Playroom vibrator and with consummate ease Mistress strapped it tightly against my exposed balls and turned it on. The exquisite torture was simply wonderful and at the same time so frustrating. My cock tried to get hard but was forced back into its flaccid state by the cruel prick of the enclosing needles, but the vibrator kept doing its work on my balls and I could feel the inevitable approaching climax.

Once Mistress has decided that you are going to be forced to climax there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable. I tried hard by concentrating on the pain in my cock, the nice day outside . . . but every time my thoughts drifted back to my state of servitude, and just to make sure Mistress moved her perfect body against the vibrator. The close proximity of Mistress, the insidious grasp of the Kalis, my current state of sexual arousal and that was it. I did try to warn Maggie but too late.

It was really strange to be forced to cum with a soft cock enclosed in steel and balls vibrating like a humming bird, but I suppose I moved that little bit closer to being totally under control and I love it.

Sucking now on an empty tube, all the nectar had been enjoyed and I had not missed a drop.

However it wasn't quite the end of the nectar resources, as Mistress insisted that as it was my fault that she had spilt the overflowing jug on the landing and that I would be cleaning it up. Scurrying along to where Mistress Maggie pointed, I sniffed all along the skirting board but on this occasion couldn't catch Maggie's scent, so I had to give the general area a thorough clean with sponge and disinfectant until Mistress was satisfied with the job.

And finally a tribute to my own Lady In Red

. . . I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side. . .

Chris de Burgh

Carpet Burn

Before any of you think I have been indulging in the Urban Dictionary’s definition of ‘carpet burn’, perhaps I should enlighten you as to what really happened. I was invited into The Chambers by Mistress Maggie, and after admiring the red and white latex nurse uniform that she was sexily wearing we made our way to The Playroom, where I was sent to the bathroom to prepare for the session by returning in just my latex socks and gloves.

As usual, when I re-entered and took my place at the feet of my Mistress, there was a period of devotion and worship where I paid homage to the footwear of the day. In this case a rather nice pair of white leather knee boots. During our chatter Maggie mentioned that she had needed to undo a seam and redo the boots to make them a slimmer fit. (What a talented lady my Mistress is.)

An incredibly sensual flogging

Anyway, back to the carpet burn which can only have been caused by friction as I spun around on Maggie’s oriental rug with great gusto, searching for any uncleaned corners and predominantly kissing the boots as instructed in my haste to please. At the time it didn't register that I would need to comment about carpet burn, but I have spent quite a few days nursing it now and mentally reliving the events of day. Incidentally, the Urban Dictionary’s explanation of a carpet burn is strictly forbidden in Maggie’s Chambers!

Maggie fitted me into a very comfortable gas mask, attached the aroma delivery hose then sealed the whole lot in place with an open latex face hood, a few pumps later and I was floating away while Maggie gloved up and inserted four fingers up my bum. After that, insertion of my plug was very easy and would be kept in place once I was sealed in my thick latex catsuit.

That thick latex suit effectively deadened the blows from Mistresses new flogger as she handcuffed one of my hands to her throne, and not for the first time, she began swinging her whip, giving me another of her thorough sensual floggings.

The regular doses of aromas I was receiving had me buzzing, I felt a natural need to dance and stick out my backside to encourage Mistress to flog me harder. There is something surreal about Mistress very sexily moving to the music and having her whip tails sliding over my latex body, landing on my back and whipping my ass. I know Maggie was giving a light flogging but even the sound of the thwacks against the taught rubber across my buttocks, balls and cock was mind blowingly exciting. Although Maggie had deliberately left my right hand free so I could pump aromas if I wanted, I preferred not to do so, as I was overdosing already with the high I was feeling from the flogging.

A tug on the chain certainly gets a slaves attention

As we continued our dancing Mistress took charge of my air intake, heightening the tension each time she placed my breathing tube against her stunning breasts and depriving me of air for short periods. Maggie was laughing and it is reputed that I danced far better after those temporary breathtaking moments.

As much as I did not want our dance to end, it did, and Mistress went on to change my gas mask for a more regular latex number. It was important to Mistress that her chosen mask had suitable nose holes and I soon found out the reason why when a nose chain was screwed onto me. Note: make sure it is high inside the nose otherwise you will be in severe discomfort.

Once her slave was firmly secured by the nose I was led through to the Clinic for further pleasures. With an order for me to kneel, Maggie made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her legs in the stirrups. I was then instructed to remove her boots and replace them with a glossy thigh high pair with striking platform heels. I have attended to Mistress’ footwear before and remembered to line her foot up with the boot and gently push on the heel to ease it in place.

Pulling on the chain and guiding my nose towards her long white boots Mistress told me to begin worship. ‘Boots only slave’. I needed all of my slave training and the pull on the nose chain to help me concentrate on my task rather than Maggie’s exposed private parts. That really was a trial for a red blooded slave, but I have been well trained and only needed one sharp word accompanied by a torturous tug on the nose chain to bring me back in line.

Next came a little plastic play. Well perhaps more than just a little; it was my turn to be supine on the couch. Breathing through plastic with all my limbs confined in plastic splints I was strapped down for the remainder. Finally the contents of the calling email I’d received from Mistress made absolute sense -

‘Your rubber nurse will be getting you hooked on worship and floating on air, in the best possible rubber way’.

The plastic hood is incredibly comfortable to wear. I could breathe easily and thankfully I could still gaze at my incredibly attractive nurse as she prepared for the next phase of my training.

During a recent session Mistress had been disappointed that she'd been unable to continue stretching my asshole, mainly because my ass was just not up to it that day, but  promised ,’it can wait until another day’. Maggie had indicated earlier in this session that she intended to get a whole hand inside me by the end of the session. To help relax and sedate her patient my nurse prescribed more aromas. Amazingly the anaesthetic mask fitted perfectly over the plastic hood, tightening the plastic over my mouth and allowing virtually unhindered breathing whenever my medicine was being given.

Maggie whispered that the time was right to get a whole hand inserted inside me, then with her mischievous laugh announced that I would be playing party to her latest experiment. She explained how she would be fitting a latex glove up my bum before filling it up with an appropriate amount of her piss, describing how it might feel as the fingers begin to inflate, tenderly tickling my innards in the process. Oh, I do love to have Mistress experiment with me in this way and expected slight changes to her arrangement before she was completely satisfied.

An anal plug was inserted inside the glove to aid insertion before being sealed, then a syphon system was used to inject the fluids which could be heard filling a jug right next to my plastic covered ear!. The jug, filled with a large potion of her warm pee, was immediately delivered to my rear end where Mistress proceeded to syphon her invention up my backside.

There were a few moments of damning and blasting when a leak was identified, but the problem was soon fixed and the glove was filling up nicely. It was a wonderful sensation having my bum inflated with warm nectar, slopping about inside me with each squeeze of her rubber hand pump, and eventually around 750ml was successfully inserted into the glove.

I feel really privileged that Mistress was able to use her own fluids to fill up my arsehole, but every really good experience comes to an end and quite a hilarious one on this occasion. After a couple more pumps the pressure of the inflated glove became too much and the glove and plug combination eased its way out of my ass one finger at at time, giving Maggie one helluva surprise!

The imagination and inventiveness of my Mistress appears to have no bounds, and as the glove slipped out I think Mistress Maggie was satisfied that her experiment had worked very well. Her slave had finally accepted a hand up the backside, giving me hope that it won’t be too long before I can actually accept Maggie's hand deep inside me.

My dear old nipples were also on the clinic agenda and as part of my nipple training it was necessary for my rubber nurse to apply suction to them. I have been trying to train my nipples myself between sessions, to make them more accessible for my Mistress. I think I may have made some good progress because Maggie did comment that they were both more prominent, but caught me totally unaware as she leant forward and bit my left one because it was still misbehaving. I was so surprised that I jumped, not due to the sensation of having Mistress nibble a nipple, call me a masochist but that was actually very pleasant, but by the sheer suddenness of the punishment it received.

I think I had pleased my Mistress today because as a finale I was allowed some time with her sounds. It was a glass one that slipped down my cock first followed by an eagerly accepted fancy urethral dilator.

I'd spent quite a lot of time fully hooded in one way or another and loved every minute of the experiences, in fact Mistress could hood me for the whole session in these ways and I would love it.

Of course, the only time my eyes were unglazed I had a real intimate view of Mistress Maggie's most private parts, but any slave knows 'look but don't touch’. In reality, because of the tension on the nose chain I got very little opportunity to look and actually concentrated on cleaning her boots while trying to sneak a peak at my beautiful Mistress.

And what about that carpet burn? - Well everything is fine now, though it took a good week to heal up. I find it most strange that I never noticed it at the time, but I think once or twice Maggie has referred to it as her magic carpet!