I am Rubber

Due to Mistress Maggie and myself having a series of health related issues I’d been unable to serve since session 261, back on the 17th April. However, it had not been all doom and gloom during that period, because Mistress and her husband John were kind enough to invite me round on most Friday’s for coffee and a catchup. Latterly, as I started to feel in better shape I was brave enough to wear some latex to whet my appetite. My black latex tee shirt and cream short sleeved, latex dress shirt came into prominence for these visits, and I was relieved that Mistress didn’t appear to object.

A couple of weeks ago, both Mistress and I were feeling sufficiently recovered to tentatively arrange our first session in 154 days. I knew Mistress would work hard, she always does, and my job as her slave was to ensure she did not overdo her enthusiasm on her slave. A similar feeling to my first visit was lurking in the background, perhaps not the worry, but certainly the same kind of apprehension about what was about to happen that I had experienced on my very first visit. Was Mistress going to make allowances for my lack of practice? Was Mistress sufficiently recovered not to do herself any damage? What would be my reaction…?

I needn't have worried, in fact I never have cause to worry, the feelings of total sub judication resurfaced the moment Mistress invited me in to The Chambers. I was greeted with my goddess wearing her black catsuit and boots, her clinic red apron and matching nurse insignia, she was wearing long white gloves and used one of them to elegantly wave me in. I knew I was back in the zone and that the afternoon would be just as enjoyable as all the preceding 261 sessions. I followed Mistress upstairs at a respectful distance and followed her into the familiar surroundings of the warmed Playroom.

I was soon back in a familiar position to perform my initial homage to Mistress’s footwear and, of course, that familiar touch of Maggie's crop as it slapped or caressed whichever body part came within its range. After this warm up I was to sit on the bed so I could spend a few moments answering a series of questions about my current fitness, Mistress was happy that my answers confirmed that I was fighting fit, and I was immediately able to return to my rightful place at her beck and call.

I collected my black Invincible catsuit from where it had been warming on the bed, initially it was awkward getting my legs and arms down the right bits, but memory came back and I soon had it on and zipped up. I think I may have lost a little weight in the intervening 154 days because the suit slipped on very easily indeed and consequently I was pleased that I hadn’t needed to ask for any assistance. Maggie completed my rubberization with the hood from her system mask kit, she had remembered my wonky knees and I was instructed to don a pair of kneepads that were waiting nearby, just as well, because no sooner had I got them on I was guided on all fours into The Clinic and told to jump onto the couch. Well, not actually jump because I have the greatest respect for all The Chambers apparatus, so still on all fours I tentatively climbed into position.

Now armed with a pair of examination gloves Mistress proceeded to examine my butt, using two of her fingers she explored every part in a way that had me certain she had memorised my butt’s size and shape, I relished being opened up again after such a long time and the insertion of an inflatable butt plug certainly registered, not in any way painful and memories of this bulging sensation came rushing back. I found out afterwards that Mistress had given me a jab in the buttocks. She hadn’t believed I would need the warning of ‘a little prick’ given the large gauge of needle she had chosen, but the action had barely registered.

And now for more latex! Mistress helped me into the fabulous clinic red catsuit, very soft, very roomy and incredibly touchy feely by being chlorinated, although my own latex gloves which I have yet to dip did in some way dull the sensation. I was pleased because I had made the mistake of wearing short latex socks which left a small gap between my socks and Invincible suit, but the red catsuit nicely covered that gap and that familiar feeling of being TOTALLY latex enclosed had arrived giving me the familiar thrill and reminder of being Maggie’s latex plaything.

Not that she had viewed it, but a while ago I’d mentioned a video clip I’d seen that showed a rubber drone being reprogrammed, I’d forgotten all about it but Mistress had decided that after the lengthy break, today would be a suitable day to take the hint and for me to be programmed to become an obedient rubber medical toy. First I was to wear a tight, black and white posture collar and to ensure I would be quiet, was eagerly silenced with a quickly inflated butterfly gag, plus a leather blindfold. There was a problem with the blindfold,  it was right on the bridge of my nose and definitely not feeling comfortable, I understand why it was essential, but knew it would detract from the reprogramming and mumbled as best as I could that it was too tight. The message got through and Mistress backed off the buckle by a hole or two. On reflection, it may be more effective to use a rubber blindfold or latex bandage if there’s a next time?

Mistress got busy fastening me tightly to the couch using cuffs and straps, once secured I was given headphones to wear, and for an indeterminate period I was subjected to a non stop repeating message -

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’.

… the same message drilled into me for a long, long time. Part way through my reprogramming I began feeling my rubber skin and it was so nice I was starting to believe I was actually made of rubber! A delightful feeling and thank you for helping me realise another of my fantasies.

During my programming Mistress attached a cock cage and was able to drain me by inserting a fancy silicone catheter down my re-shaped cock end. Unfortunately it slipped out, but Mistress had her usual latex ones in stock and eventually fixed it whilst I was enjoying the indoctrination! 

Eventually the programming mantra stopped and the blindfold, gag and collar were removed and replaced with the front gas mask part of the system mask. Many moons ago Maggie had done a very clever zip alteration to the system mask, enabling it to fit heads of varying sizes. Since then it has easily fitted my fat head and I lay there with the perpetual mantra still ringing in my ears. 

‘I am rubber. I am…’ and of course, with the gas mask now in place I was finally allowed to breathe in any amount of aromas my rubbered nurse cared to prescribe. Wow… I had missed these gas blasts for far too long.

Next Mistress had me undergo a strange form of breath control. There was no need for additional equipment, just Mistress’s instructions; ‘Breathe in’ hold until ‘breathe out’ hold until ‘breathe in…’, there was no consistent pattern to her instruction and a number of longer, hard to manage gaps did occur. Nevertheless I did manage this regulated form of control until Mistress may have been occupied by something else and forgot to mention ‘Breathe in’, and I had to sneak a breath. With the mischievousness that Mistress is adept at, the puffs of aroma she sent through my pipe disrupted my concentration and I succumbed to doing the shallowest intake I could survive on hoping Maggie wouldn’t notice. She did of course. Mistress doesn’t miss anything as far as her subjects are concerned and thrives on the opportunity to get you into more trouble than you’re already in! Anyway, I’m still breathing despite the whole breathing exercise lasting 15 or even 20 minutes!

For the grand finale, Mistress applied nipple twisters, and while my tits were rising she had planned on treating my newly designed cock to some urethral sounding. Not good news I’m afraid, the last time we tried sounds earlier this year the sound could not be inserted more than 3-4 inches and the same occurred today, it might be a bit tricky describing how I know that to a GP! As you would guess, Mistress thought it best to abandon my sounding and I had a pair of electric bulldog clips clipped onto my balls instead. Once again the headphones were slipped over my ears, when the e-stim started as did a different mantra - 

‘Shock equals obedience'

'Shock equals obedience’…. 

and bit by bit the electro levels were increased to make sure the mantra was meaningful.

I am so pleased to be back in harness, and as I suspected it was Mistress who was the more tired from the session. I owe her a vote of massive thanks for once again making me her very willing rubber plaything and putting in a lot of energy to make it happen. I hope that I will never have to suffer another long layoff of 154 days.

Thank you
Mistress Maggie.

Last of 25

There was not too much information in the calling mail from Mistress yesterday;

Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and black accessories and your trusty butt plug.

However, if you use the fact that it is our last session before Christmas, the time of year when a famous man wears black boots, gloves and a bright red suit, what was I to guess? The logical conclusion is Father Christmas, and I wondered if Mistress Maggie might be repeating what she did in 2017 and dress her slave as a rubber Santa?

This however was only a guess and many of those have rarely proven right for this stupid slave. I will have to wait; wend my way through traffic lights, park up and knock at The Chambers door and... only then would I find out what delights my Mistress has in store for her very willing slave.

It turns out I was not to become Santa Clause for 2025, but I did think all my Christmases had come at once when Mistress opened the door and I caught sight of what she was wearing. Well, to be more precise, what she wasn’t wearing. The transition from light outside to the lower light in her hall left my eyes straining to understand exactly what I was seeing. I did determine elements of a nurses uniform, translucent apron, ruched black top with puffy shoulders and a strappy black little number that almost qualified as a skirt, all in latex of course and teamed with her bright red PVC thigh boots. What really threw me was trying to work out what her derriere was covered in, not to mention the very tantalising view of the rounded silhouette of Mistress’s breasts that were almost peeking out from under her apron, sufficiently for me to gather that they were naked.

I was salivating somewhat as I followed Mistress upstairs. Mistress stopped a couple of times and I wondered if that was the cue to find out what was covering those beautiful buttocks. I didn’t lean to kiss them but in the light of the staircase it became obvious that Mistress was actually wearing NOTHING over her derriere, what I’d thought was a thin, transparent covering in the dark was actually a wonderful image of alabaster cheeks, and it was probably a wise decision not to plant a kiss on her bare bum!

On reaching the Playroom my luck changed. I received the bollocking of my life akin to the howler from Mrs Weasley in Harry Potter. I wont go into the details of my misdemeanours, suffice is to say I thoroughly deserved being reprimanded. I was told that I should receive a good, deserved, thrashing, one that definitely wouldn’t fit comfortably into her schedule today, but I should be prepared to receive my harsh punishment on a more suitable occasion. I was relieved to escape the immediate thrashing, but very humbled to know that my actions had so upset my owner. This was all before the start of the session and before I was calmly told to leave my red suit on the bed to air in the warmth, and to return from the bathroom in my socks and gloves. I was, of course wearing my slave collar to top off the black latex.

Under instruction I worked really hard at licking, kissing, stroking and worshipping every inch of the red boots that adorned Mistress beautiful legs. There was a lot of boot to clean and I actually enjoyed the fact that my arse only received a firm cropping to encourage activities.

On with the red suit now, and once again I didn’t need to bother Mistress as it just slipped easily without any talcing. Taking care to do up the wrist and ankle zips I was able to stand and present a tidy, red rubber toy for Mistress’s approval, a bloody cold one, but one of the delights of wearing this material is that it soon warms up, and it did. Mistress inspected me from top to bottom and changed the position of my nipple zips; a bit ominous I thought, as each pair of zipper pulls were adjusted so they sat exactly atop my nipples where they could be so easily accessed.

‘Where’s your plug, slave?’, Mistress asked.

Oh no, I feared I’d forgotten to bring it! A quick trip to the Bathroom allowed me to rummage through my perv bag where I thankfully found it. Returning clutching my little red invader I placed it on Maggie’s counter.

‘Over the horse slave’.

Bent over with zip open to expose my arsehole, in went my plug. I silently counted as its three ribs passed my sphincter, nice and easy and leaving me feeling full. Zipped in place I stood to attention waiting the next instruction. I didn’t have to wait long and it came as a surprise. I was once again instructed to bend over the Horse in a way that I could support my body along its length. Before I could scream Mistress delivered three hard strokes with a stout cane. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. And that was it.

‘I couldn’t resist’, said Mistress. ‘Let’s hope that that short example has taught you what to expect when I have a better opportunity to punish you properly!’

I was to thank Mistress for the deserved thwacking and we moved on, literally. I was led by my collar through to the Clinic for my treatment to begin. I immediately focussed on the red hood that had been commented on in a recent mail exchange and I thought to myself, this is going to be another really fun session. It didn’t take long for me to be wearing the cannula of Maggie's husbands superb invention that would be used for aromas delivery, a couple of pieces of tape retained the cannula to prevent it being disturbed while the double layer hood was gently fitted, and things were looking decidedly rosy. The face covering was left open and although the view was somewhat restricted I was able to gaze at my wonderful Mistress.

And so to the business end. The crotch zip was gently eased open along with an instruction to shuffle down towards the edge of the couch. An instruction that sounded decisively like a good pegging was about to materialise, so I waited in great anticipation! 

The first operation saw my cock and balls extracted through the created opening and tied in a tight harness with a short piece of rope. Naturally I couldn't see the process, but I have experienced this on so many occasions that I could visualise the activity. Basically, the harness was a means of separating my balls before they were bound individually and tied off around the base of my cock. There is something truly orgasmic from this action and yet another sign of who exactly is in charge.

By this stage I had already been securely strapped down to the couch; 3 straps across my body and wrists shackled and attached to the couch. Given how I love to steal a stroke of Maggie’s latex covered curves at the  least opportunity, the bondage caused me somewhat of a dilemma. I had relative freedom to move my arms, but only in an arc, it made it virtually impossible to make contact with Mistress even when she was close to me.

Mistress stood beside me and reached out to my roped up cock and balls with her sensual latex covered hand, quietly playing with me for a good amount of time. Then her other hand joined in and I was fortunate to receive a mouthful of Mistress’s latex covered fingers, so though I was unable to touch, there was no doubt that my mouth and genitals were well tended to with rubber. 

Ah, I was not to receive a pegging but a good seeing to with a huge black rubber cock, and what’s more, I must lubricate it myself. A rubber condom was applied and the big dildo inserted into my mouth, in it went, deeper and deeper, but never quite enough to cause a gag reflex. I was also just able to see Mistress’s fantastic breasts that either by design or by accident had worked their way around the sides of her apron and Mistress made it quite obvious that she was teasing her slave. She knows I love her body and kept them in sight but out of touch. Meanwhile, down below, it took a lot of willpower not to explode as Maggie gave my wand a long, magical massage. Oh! far more frustration but, Maggie knows exactly how to frustrate this slave! I wonder if Harry Potter had his wand . . .

What a thing to think about in the midst of superb cock massage. As yet I had not been offered a single sniff of aromas, but I understand this was quite deliberate on Maggie's part, because without the aromas my erection is sustained for a longer period.

Now I had finished lubricating the BBC (Big Black Cock, nothing to do with the TV channel!), Mistress supplied me with a heavy dose of her pumped elixir and diverted her attention to inserting the BBC up my bum.  It started very gentle to fill the space recently stretched by my own plug. This time it penetrated way, way deeper than it had done orally and Mistress made sure it gave me a real good f*cking, one that could have led to another embarrassing situation had Mistress not stopped at the right time. I feel so lucky that Mistress has an amassed knowledge of my sexual libido and when to stop and start stimulation!

I don't recall having seen the next piece of equipment, perhaps it was a new toy? It was a very effective gag that was strapped on top of the still open hood I was wearing. It proved comfortable and easy to breathe through until a rather large, rubber bladder was attached. This time I was not going to even attempt bypassing the rebreather despite it being totally unyielding. No matter how much I tried naturally inflating it the balloon would not stretch, so I was left inhaling/exhaling into the bag. Maggie always takes delight in the sight of a rebreather bag being used properly. I may just have redeemed myself with this rebreathing exercise!

As a reward Maggie said she’d allow me extra puffs of aromas delivered through the cannula. True to her word, after a short break Maggie zipped up the front of the hood and allowed me several good puffs. It is a strange sensation, because this hood acts as its own rebreather and that means that instead of breathing out the aromas and it dissipating into the atmosphere, you get the opportunity to re breathe some of the exhaled aromas. More bang for your bucks you might say.

My genital bondage was removed now and Mistress brought out a series of super stretchy silicone bands. There was a little discomfort as these were secured around my cock and balls, leaving the area in their tight grip, conductive loops were incorporated into the arrangement and a while later conductive pads were placed in nearby areas of my groin, creating a diverse mix of sensations when Mistress turned her electrics on. The circuit connected to my cock was rhythmic and VERY frustrating. It pulsed for just long enough to excite then . . .  stopped! The circuit attached to my ball area was altogether more demanding, although it was pulsing it felt like a 100 little needles all massaging quite a large area around my groin.

When happy with her slave’s response to her stimulation, Mistress moved her attention to a different area. I’d received a goodly dose of aromas during the stimming which had had a relaxing effect on my sphincter, providing her with opportunity to give my ass a more vigorous and deeper penetrating thrusts with the dildo. Using a moment’s pause in the thrusts, Mistress opened the hood and I did see her adding batteries to the dildo. Turned on to full power Maggie continued to ram home the BBC. Yet another experience that Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave to enjoy. Thank you Mistress.

Ah yes, about the title 'Last of 25'. Mistress is not training over the Christmas period and this is my last trip on my journey to becoming a better slave for 2025. I would like to wish anyone who has read this far, and in particular Maggie and her husband John, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and I can now look forward to restarting my road to enlightenment in early January 2026.

Friday the 13th – Again

Why is Friday 13th considered unlucky?

Many believe the superstition started in the Middle Ages and is rooted in the crucifixion, as Jesus Christ was betrayed on a Friday and there were 13 individuals present at the Last Supper. As a result, Friday and the number 13 were perceived as unlucky, but they weren’t paired until the 19th century. However, for this rubber slave the exact opposite are my feelings about Friday 13th. 

Ever since I was fortunate enough to start visiting Mistress Maggie I have gravitated to sessions on a Friday. When I was working I could skive off for the afternoon, get a shower on the way to the Chambers and have a glorious afternoon knowing that my Mistress would then be able to relax without further commitments over the weekend. Statistically, there is always the chance my training will fall on a Friday 13th and hence why I love the date.

There was one minor incident in today's session that could be attributable to the 'unlucky 13th' myth, that severely embarrassed me and annoyed Mistress for the couple of moments it took to clean up my mess, but because of Maggie's professionalism, once cleared the incident was put behind us.

Mistress looked absolutely stunning in a skintight ensemble that was almost all black latex, even sporting an open face latex hood that enhanced the beauty of the wearer. I did notice that she was wearing transparent latex gloves and had her hair up in a bun. I took it as her own hair, but that did prove to be an incorrect assumption, at the bottom she sported a pair of glossy black knee boots. All I knew at this stage was that it was to be another lucky 13th.

I was sent off to the bathroom to return in gloves and socks, black latex ones of course, and to bring my owner a glass of water. After the opening boot worship Mistress stood directly in front of my eyes, opened her crotch zip and let out a cascade of her golden nectar into a bowl. When she handed the bowl to me to hold I assumed I was to be treated to an early tipple and went to drink, only to be stopped and told to place it carefully on one side. I then had to help laying out the PVC sheet and once it was where Maggie wanted it I was instructed to kneel on it, making sure my arse was well in the air and over the centre of the sheet. I couldn’t see, but heard the cutting of strips of gaffer tape, each one placed in such a way to keep my anus open and stretched. 

 

The last time I had this type of arse play, almost four years ago, I ended up with yellow tape and a soapy water enema. On this occasion Mistress decided on black tape and the contents of the bowl that I had recently seen deposited were syphoned into me through an inflatable butt plug. There is something a little unreal and out of this world to be partially filled with Mistress's fluids; perhaps even spiritual to have your Mistress's fluids actually inside your bum. Anyway, after a couple more pumps with the inflating balloon and a conical bung inserted to keep my luxury load inside, I was told to clear any spillage. It’s a shame to waste good wine so was happy to lap it all up, then was sent to the bathroom to clean the used bowl. As I walked I could feel Mistress's pee moving deep inside me.

At this point it was time for total rubberisation. Maggie helped me into my Invincible rubber work suit, and picking up a bundle of hemp proceeded to create an elaborate rope harness round my stomach and through my crutch, to be tightened to the rear at waist height. Maggie then stood back and began deliberating on what she’d just done, realising that she might have got a bit carried away with her rope work she began modifying it so as to create a simpler but quite restrictive lower body harness, more in keeping with what she’d envisaged.

The spare rope was used as a temporary lead to guide me through to The Clinic where I saw that the couch was covered in a rubber sheet. That particular covering turned out to be a godsend in the moments to come. In the meantime, I sat carefully on the couch and helped in whichever way I could with the donning of the inflatable straitjacket. I have worn this before and despite being inescapable it is very comfortable and snug when pumped up. For the moment it wasn’t inflated and I was to remain content with that. Later on the jacket was duly pumped up accompanied by the loud noise of the small electric pump whirring away, as the inflation valve is right next to my left ear. 

I was a little intrigued by the small diameter rope that Mistress dextrously zigzagged round my groin area and pulled quite tight. I would find out what that was used for in a moment.

With the addition of the GP5 gas mask and Aromas Pump Hose, I was ready to have my balls inflated and two needles were administered into my scrotum. Mistress had obviously analysed the performance of smaller needles used in previous infusions and chose to use larger bore ones so the saline drips would work faster. That certainly worked, my ball sac began to enlarge as the two bags on the IV stand continued to steadily deliver the whole of their saline load. With things flowing nicely Maggie inflated the straitjacket, which filled time nicely while the infusion was underway.

And now for that Friday 13th moment, or in Maggie's terminology, ‘a Houston event’. I moved and could tell that something had come loose. I was about to lose all that lovely nectar and unfortunately some less than lovely bowel contents. I had no option but to alert Mistress, and I knew she was bound to be disappointed with the situation. The saline drips were disconnected, the cleanup began and thank goodness for the rubber sheet which now had the enema plug's escaped plastic bung lurking in the middle of it! Still in the inflated straitjacket and tentatively shuffling with a towel between my legs I was escorted to the bathroom and cleaned up as was the rubber sheet. After a serious spray of air freshener everything was back on course. Mistress handled this unexpected situation brilliantly, but I was left SO embarrassed. 

Mistress put on a fresh pair of gloves, I was ordered back on to the freshly cleaned couch and my saline infusion was reconnected. One of the needles was running slowly after all this disturbance and needed to be replaced, that only took a minute or two and once more, both of the 500ml bags were depositing their contents into my swelling ball sac.

Ah! so that was what the smaller diameter rope was for; to provide some containment around my groin area. On previous inflations Mistress has used various methods to restrict the swelling to just the ball sac, but this time had chosen to just let the fluid find its own equilibrium, and in any case, it would be funny to see my little cock get subsumed by my balls, which is exactly what happened to Mistress’s great amusement. Oh yes, a real hoot when you try to pee! 

Speaking of pee, Mistress had recharged her nectar reservoir and produced another bowl of warm tasty pee. My mouth would be the second opening to receive this honour today, but firstly I asked if the inflatable butt plug that was becoming uncomfortable could be removed. Once more I was to be escorted to the bathroom, at least the inflation was complete by now and we had chance to deflate the straitjacket to make the trip easier. Thankfully this time there were no contents left to drain and the plug came out easily and cleanly and the air freshener was not required!

Back on the couch Mistress re-inflated the jacket to its full capacity before I was allowed the taste of her fresh nectar. Off came the GP5 to be replaced with a feeding tube. I have used the tube a few times before and Maggie has modified it to make it really easy to manage the flow. The two empty saline bags were replaced on the IV stand with the funnel and my imminent treat was gently poured down that funnel, eventually entering my very welcoming throat.

And that was that, apart from that one Houston moment this Friday the 13th was another monumental success. As Mistress helped me disrobe and removed the rope from around my groin I was able to marvel at the transformation and weight of my cock and balls for the first time. To give you some comparison of the extra weight I was now carrying, 1 Litre of saline weighs approximately 1.1kg and a standard bag of sugar weighs 1kg. I am glad I didn’t have to explain to a doctor why my weight had increased by 1kg in an afternoon! 

These days I always carry a pair of incontinence pants in my perv bag, and although there was some leakage it was very slight on account of me only having the three pin holes. It took nearly 24 hours before I could safely bin the pants.

Mistress Maggie, a sincere thank you for giving me a really heavy ball experience and I remain a little embarrassed of the smells I gave in return and it was one of the best Christmas presents I could ever want. Have a peaceful Christmas, a Happy New Year and I will see you in January 2025.

Caution: This 1:56s enema clip has audio.

Wired for Sounds

Absolutely nothing to do with the Cliff Richard’s’ hit, but my balls were wired and charged today. I created sounds of excruciating pain. Mistress Maggie gave me the sensation of sounds; long steel ones that were inserted down my urethra, and Mistress herself created quite a lot of sounds with her delightful laughter at my obvious discomfort. Anyway enough of that, I’ll be back with a clearer picture later.

Maggie lifted one of her white PVC  nurse boots for my attention, PVC being a most lickable material for encouraging lots of lubrication from my tongue. On the underside their incredibly chunky soles have well defined treads, crisply moulded and have sharp edges. This produces a tread that is rough on the tongue, in fact VERY rough!

A word to others who are fortunate to get the opportunity to caress and tongue worship Maggie's white boots, avoid the soles if at all possible or you'll end up with potential tongue lacerations!

As is usual, Mistress used her crop to keep me focussed and working hard, but unlike normal I was allowed to stray beyond the top of her boots where I was pleasantly surprised by the smooth and slipperyness of her black tights, I thought latex was slippy, but these, WoW! Chinese tights I think Mistress called them. Taking care to avoid what I know is the forbidden zone, my rubber gloves slid effortlessly over the smooth and slippery surface that accentuated Mistresses beautiful legs, in particular those wonderful thighs. I was a little disappointed when it was time to end my thigh worship and move on to the next item on the schedule after all it really was a rare treat.

I was into my rubber catsuit with effortless ease. Mistress has taught me well and I am now able to don my Invincible suit without having to bother Mistress. This of course gives Maggie more preparation time but I do however still need her expertise to polish me to a high gloss. I suppose I could polish most of the suit myself, but she knows I find her polishing really sensual. It’s always a treat to stand with arms raised as Mistress squirts a little polish and spreads it around with a soft cloth, polishing my back, arms, legs, around groin... sorry getting carried away with the memory.

We have learned from previous sessions that it makes life a lot easier if my own butt plug is inserted early on to act as a stretcher, and that's what happened today. Crotch zips opened sufficiently to facilitate easy access then over the horse for the final entry. A lot of lube is used and Maggie pays particular attention to making sure a fair amount of it makes its way inside my bum. I have to admit that it feels rather nice having Mistress' rubber gloved finger initially work its way past my sphincter, with a big blob of lube followed by a slow wiggle of her finger to ensure a good spread, the preparations were complete, and my butt plug together with another large dollop of lube found its way into its home with virtually no resistance. The ribbed nature of the plug ensuring it remains snug as a bug in a rug.

A lead was snapped on to my obligatory slave collar and with her rubber slave in tow Mistress made her way to the adjacent Clinic. The couch was in its familiar position, and making a prominent statement on how I would be secured was the bright red of the head brace. I also spied what looked like a harness attached to a strap on black dildo and a glass dildo sat alongside it as well. My anticipation was now starting to go through the roof and through another area of my body if I am being honest!

I was once again completely sealed inside my rubber world as Mistress fed my head into the offered gasmask. Thereafter my ONLY contact with the outside world was through the breathing tube of the gas mask. I could gaze at my owner through the small port holes, but because I now had my wrists secured I couldn't even feel for my Mistress through my latex gloves. My complete rubberisation only lasted a few moments as I detected Maggie undoing my crotch area and the cool air of The Clinic began to waft over my exposed flesh. Mistress had cleverly left my cock embedded inside my suit. 

And there I lay with my head now jammed into the Head Box, I could hear Mistress removing her latex skirt and I assumed replacing it with the strap-on harness, and I also detected the humming sound of the couch motor as the couch started to rise. I didn't have long to wait before I felt my butt plug being gently slid out and the next sensation was of pure joy as I was mounted by my owner. There is nothing quite as liberating as being mounted by The Boss while in my restrictive, prone position. The extra lube applied to the invading dildo made life feel so good, I was taken to a different dimension by Maggie’s thorough pounding, so much so that I was trying to keep her inside me when it reached the time for her to pull out. I suppose I am a glutton for Mistress inside me.

The next dildo brought a surprising difference in temperature. Ah! - it was the glass dildo, which of course did not flex or yield as its slippery surface disappeared into my pleasured rear passage. I was fed a few good pumps of aromas and this time Mistress used my nipples as a means of purchase during another wonderful fucking. I am sure Mistress has a fetish for my nipples, and am delighted if she has, because as she was mounting me she reached forward, undid my nip zips and clung onto them like reins. In, out, in, out, went the glass impaler, up, down, up, down went the nipple reins and pump, pump went the aromas. Once more I was somewhere almost extra terrestrial  in this energetic but all too brief ride. When Mistress withdrewan electric plug was fitted and tested and I assured Maggie that it definitely was working.

Obviously, any personal enjoyment is a bi-product of pleasing my Mistress and not the prime objective. Maggie always has her session plans that have to be followed thus we moved on to the next line in the plan. It was time to make full use of the head box and this time the red rope was used to make sure my head remained immobile. I could see the far corner of The Clinic ceiling and that was it. I did catch the occasional glimpse of the top of Mistress' head, but that was all. At least the lenses didn't steam up! On went the couch straps, Maggie pulling them as tight as she could then checked them once more to make sure there was no more room for movement. I definitely wasn't going anywhere.

According to the pictures, Mistress donned her red latex apron now so that she could attend to her sick patient. If this state is described as sickness, I can only hope that I am this sick for ever and tended to by my personal nurse. Because I couldn’t see much my account of subsequent events has been gleaned from the pictures and the debrief that occurs after our session. The first thing I felt was the addition of a heavy ball weight to my testicles. In my prone position the weight is somewhat light and thank goodness Maggie didn't have me walking and jiggling about. Well, I was jiggling but in a horizontal plane.

Next to excite my lower regions was a sterile large Pratt sound. You can actually hear as Maggie removes the sound from its sterile packet so I knew something big was heading my way. Not too much aromas and in it went accompanied by some gloved hand massage to counteract the effect of the medicine, keeping me hard to facilitate Mistress’ progress to the next part of my training. When it came to the next, larger and heavier sound I had a precursor of what was coming, because Mistress kindly passed the awesome Van Buren through my line of sight. The sound moved down my urethra but was not ready to be inserted all the way, at this point my cock wanted to play and kept trying to eject it, every time Maggie turned round the damn thing started to slip out. ‘A third hand would be useful’, said Maggie in a frustrated tone, but perseverance ruled the day and the Van Buren eventually completed its long journey.

Maggie went on to secure my cock and the enclosed sound with three steel compression bands, the same principle as securing a hose to a radiator. What I didn't realise was that in between the bands were two heavy duty loop electrodes! The two cock electrodes were paired into one circuit, but Maggie wanted to make use of the Van Buren in another circuit (Sound number 1). Anyone familiar with electrical circuits knows that a second electrode is necessary to complete the circuit, and ingeniously Maggie decided that a wire through my ball sack would be an ideal way to take care of that. Once again the sound of ripping as the sterile wire was extracted from its safe storage and a few pricks later, Mistress was happy with her sewing.

I am used to being stuck with various sharp objects around my scrotum and thought that the pricks I was feeling were straight forward needles. Mistress has trained me well and I hardly flinched at all. Well that soon changed and I was made to flinch quite a lot as Maggie ramped up the juice on her electric controller, reaching the stage of having to cry with the intense 'pleasure' that Mistress was providing me with, (Sound number 2)

Another of the aforementioned sounds was echoing round the clinic too; Mistresses delightful laughter as she witnessed her slave reacting to her power. (Sound number 3). I must say the pain in my groin area was more than offset by the delight I knew Mistress was getting from watching and hearing me squirm.

Phew! Time to get my breath back. Resuscitation after the operation was achieved with Mistress' rubber resuscitation unit with a minute of good blasts with her bellows. I had had a lot of excitement and the tightness of my outer rubber protection was starting to take its toll on my breathing and I begged for the gas mask to go. The gas mask's removal didn’t create a problem as the resuscitating bellows were connected to an anaesthetic mask and Maggie happily pumped away, forcing fresh air into my airways, returning her rubber subject back into the real world and feeling refreshed.

Mischievously, Maggie turned up the power on the e-stim box, which combined with a generous amount of squeezes on the aromas pump produced the most audible sounds of laughter and screams of the day.

Another brilliant session and thanks to Mistress Maggie for her amazing imagination and ingenuity, however it was a little ominous when she told me that she had accidentally depleted her stock of an item she’d really wanted to use and our session had been a quickly reorganised Plan B but, 'not to worry I'm sure more should arrive in the post and be available next time!' 

Red Chained

Today’s session was in two distinct parts but with a common underlying theme; red latex and heavy chains.

I am really fortunate that Mistress Maggie felt able to conduct my training today what with her shoulder problem not still being fully resolved, followed by decorating the Playroom (I was fortunate to be allowed to assist with this task), then an unfortunate incident causing a septic finger that necessitated the postponement of this session by a week. The good thing was that I already had my perv bag sorted for last week so the preliminaries were a breeze. 

It was too long since our previous session and I thought it would be a good idea to earn a few brownie points when I arrived by bearing a token of my appreciation for a wonderful Mistress. Well, two tokens actually, a bottle of wine for Mistress to share with her husband John and a bunch of white roses just for Maggie.

Mistress looked stunning as always when she answered the door to the Chambers. The most initial impact was created by the grey latex military uniform complete with a matching hat that gave a real look of authority. My eyes soon wandered and feasted on the rest of Mistresses 'uniform' and I saw black nylons, black lace up boots and a wonderful amount of her perfect cleavage. 

Eagerly following Mistress to the Playroom I was sent off to the Bathroom to return in my red socks and gloves, my red latex catsuit and red butt plug had already been laid on the bed to warm and ready for her slave to be inserted into. Naturally I had normal preliminary duties to perform, this time licking her lace up boots with no boot kissing allowed today. Though no encouragement is needed Maggie likes to crop her slave just to keep me keen, so I keep my tongue busy, licking and licking until Mistress was happy that I still remembered how to do a proper job.

A little talc dusted around the inside of my red catsuit and it slipped on easily. I remembered the mistake I had made previously with the positioning of the zippers, and ensuring they were positioned on the outside of the ankles and wrists there were no hold ups and I was inserted in to the suit quickly. Mistress fitted me with a red latex hood with mouth, eye and nose holes, though the mouth hole soon became occupied with a tightly fixed white ball gag. There was no ejecting this one and the scene was set for Act 1.

The low bench was now positioned under the overhead ring. Conscious that I had to look after my Mistress due to the problems with her shoulder and hand, I tried really hard to minimize any strain on Maggie. First of all the easy bits. The hanging wrist and ankle cuffs were liberated from the bed and attached to my arms and legs instead. I laid on my back as instructed and raised each leg in turn, as high as I could so that Maggie found it easier to chain each leg to the spreader bar that was dangling from the overhead ring.

Perhaps I tried too hard because I ended up with my legs considerably higher than I anticipated. The same for the wrists, in fact by the time Mistress had finished my buttocks were only just touching the bench and I almost felt like I was floating. I half expected Maggie to remove the bench and leave me suspended, but that was not her plan. With her slave secured like this my rear end was most vulnerable and once Mistress had tied my genitals up in a tight rope harness she wasted no time in taking advantage of her slave’s situation.

The first thing to disappear into my vulnerable asshole was my trusty red butt plug, always a good start for stretching me a little in readiness for bigger things to come. After that my treats progressed at a good pace for the next 15 - 20 minutes. The butt plug had done its job and my arsehole started to get hotter as Maggie plunged her electric dildo where the sun don’t shine, combined with an adhesive electrode just above my cock, it sent a wonderful sensation right through my genital area as it slid in and out of my bum.

A beating followed, using her leather riding crop Mistress beat out a rhythm in time to the room’s background music on the soles of my feet. This is the first time that Mistress has employed this 'treat' and I wanted to say it bloody hurt, but fortunately the ball gag prevented that from coming out so I laid back and accepted my fate. Maggie isn't a complete sadist and I got a rest in my sole beating after around twelve bars... and another twelve bars…! Thanks for that Mistress.

And then the grand finale of Act 1. In my position I was naturally only able to look up to Mistress and as she manoeuvred her legs either side of my head I was treated to the most glorious sight of Maggie's lacy underwear and I thought about heaven as she gently lowered that holiest of holies across my ball filled mouth and gradually shuffled about till her knickers covered both mouth and nose and I couldn't breath. Imagine that joy of being smothered and completely breathless by the most beautiful Mistresses thighs and bottom. This trip to heaven lasted about 30 seconds before raising herself up to let some air in. Mistress managed to rest her whole weight on my face, but she didn’t feel heavy by any means. Ah, heaven. I think Maggie was beginning to enjoy this sensation from her breathless slave and repeated it 2 more times, each time keeping me smothered for around a minute. As you would expect this treat brought Act 1 to a natural conclusion.

Off the bench and conscious not to injure Mistress, I retrieved the heavy leather body harness as instructed from its hanger and helped as much as I could by taking its weight while climbing into it; holding straps, wiggling my body to settle it etc, until I could not provide any further help as Maggie pinioned my arms to my side with the appropriate straps on the harness. A small but quite bulbous electro butt plug was inserted and tested for connectivity and a harness strap was then brought between my legs to keep it secure. For the first time in a while I received a continuous tingle up my arse, but guessed it would be far more than a tingle before the day was out.

The red rubber hood that had accompanied me during Act 1 had served its purpose and was removed, as was the ball gag. Maggie fitted a nasal cannula on me and secured it where she wanted with two short lengths of surgical tape, and a much more restrictive red rebreather hood with just two holes for air was zipped on over the top. The scariest bit was when Maggie completed my head gear with the leather head cage, she was particular about not completely cutting off my air supply which would have been counter productive, but I was left with only a red haze, no vision through the breathing holes and having to really concentrate on slow breathing. Slow in, slow out... Fortunately, by now I am sufficiently well trained to be able to cope with this breathing predicament.

Mistress manoeuvred me backwards into the Cell where a whole myriad of chains were attached to the bars. One for the head cage which really kept me erect, one through each elbow and finally a pair around my ankles to limit my movement. I was told to move back and as I did so, the chains grew tighter and I became less of a slave and more and more a stationary, chained rubber object. I went as far as I could physically manage, but as the Cell door swung shut and locked, it forced me further into my chained bondage.

And there I stayed and I know it was for a considerable time. I could hear Mistress occasionally moving but I hoped she was able to sit and rest whilst she admired her red blob in the corner. Once again I felt really great and mentally relaxed knowing that I was totally owned by my Mistress and every action controlled by her. It is a great sensation to know that Mistress has been able to do whatever she wished and I hardly ever complain.

Unable to see, I could hear and sense when Maggie was about to pump the cannula bulb, in fact she whispered occasionally ‘Deep breath slave' and I received a very welcome dose of aromas. In the red twilight zone that I was floating in the aromas became a real focal point of my existence... until of course, when I detected Maggie attaching something round my exposed cock. Yep, another electric circuit dedicated to stimulating my front bits, she tied a long rope around my balls too, which allowed her to not only stimulate her slave but also stretch my nuts as she relaxed well out of harms way. 

I now had three kinds of external stimuli to help remind me that I was still alive, and boy I really felt alive when the balls were pulled, the electric pulsed or aromas were released up the cannula to do their wonderful magic.

If that wasn't enough, Mistress decided that her prisoner would benefit from more treats and opened up both nipple zips on the catsuit. I am unsure what little blighters were used for Maggie's entertainment and my torment on my nipples, but they didn't half make me jump when Maggie screwed them down tight on both sides. To add more 'treats', she developed a habit of removing the clamps and just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, would immediately replace them, twist them and tighten them some more. There was very little flinch room so I just had to endure the assault on my delicate little buds. It wasn't too bad as Maggie still allowed me the luxury of another occasional puff of my aromas, and I still had my electric friends busily pulsing away up my bum and round my cock. 

Maggie held me 'prisoner' for a long time although I had no concept of time and was surprised when I was released. I say prisoner, however that isn't quite correct, because I will willingly do anything for my Mistress. This was definitely a session with two distinct Acts. It was original, as it is always, and I really wish to thank my owner, Mistress Maggie, for allowing me to attend despite her recent problems with shoulder and hand and I am ready to continue doing WHATEVER she wishes.