Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.

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Filming

On Thursday afternoon I received my calling mail from Mistress Maggie, the final sentence of the mail had me intrigued;

‘Make sure you do good grooming as I intend to do some filming’.

Out of curiosity I looked up ‘filming’ in the Chambers dictionary and it returned:

A series of images, often of moving objects, recorded and edited to tell a story, present a subject, etc, and shown in the cinema.

Now Maggie's comment and the definition were as intriguing as each other. Was I to be the next James Bond, but a rubber one? Jo Nep 003.5, that has a certain ring to it. Or was it to be a documentary on a day in the life of Mistress’s rubber slave? Or even a simple training video on how Maggie encourages her charges to extend their horizons?  Perhaps an Oscar...

Well, whatever Maggie had planned it would sure to be an exciting excursion into the world of film making and it wouldn’t be long before I found out. I rang the doorbell to The Chambers to be greeted by a vision of loveliness. Maggie was wearing what I think was a new black rubber bra, the most prominent feature being a pair of pert nipples standing out against the latex. A latex hood and ponytail topped off with cap, and lower down Maggie wore black latex stockings that disappeared underneath a tight skirt of transparent latex.

Mistress’s bum cheeks were perfectly visible through her latex skirt and I almost succumbed to planting a kiss on one of them as we proceeded upwards to The Playroom, but once again I managed to restrain myself. One of these days I will do it and then risk suffering the consequences, it will be worth it for a confirmed rubber pervert like me. Arriving upstairs I donned my latex shorts, socks and gloves and very conscientiously worshipped Maggie's boots, Maggie was in charge of a riding crop that can deliver quite a crack, however she used it very, very lightly and dare I say it’s capable of delivering a very sensual tapping when used that way. 

There was neither a plug or a dildo used for initial ass stretching, instead I was to wear an open faced hood and was instructed to take my place over the horse where I was lubed up and Mistress took me from behind, so gently and without vigour initially because my bum wasn't pre stretched, but then as my ass became more receptive, the phallus eased its way in until there was nothing left to insert, at this point Maggie increased the tempo and gave me a thorough rogering. I love the feeling of power that Maggie exudes whenever I am taken, I simply want to be mounted by my Mistress, I love the sensual stimulation it generates and once felt I never want it to end. My memory returned to a time when Mistress got a little carried away with the mounting and the horse was genuinely rocking... such happy memories.

Once thoroughly ridden Mistress removed her dildo and harness and filled the gaping, well used orifice with an inflatable butt plug that was to remain there until the very end. Raising myself up off the horse I took a pretty hard slap across my face… ‘You were advised to do good grooming’, said Maggie in an obviously displeased tone. She had spotted a little stubble on my chin and I must admit it was quite visible when framed by the open faced hood, although I had made sure my lower regions were as hair free as possible with a copious application of Veet the previous evening.

It was at this point that I realised I had used the wrong Chambers edition to research filming. Mistress Maggie’s version of The Chambers' dictionary gave a totally different definition of the word; to cover your toys with a stout layer of cling film. This was the type of filming I was to be involved with, starting right now!

Standing under the gantry I watched as Mistress wound her wide roll of clear film around me from my knees to my nipples, leaving my lower legs and arms free to allow sufficient movement to reach The Clinic, and waddling like a plastic duck, Mistress guided me there.

Once inside I was told to sit on the latex covered couch, a much more suitable position for Mistress to complete my filming. When she was satisfied with her hard work I was fitted into the clear plastic hood which had two good sized holes to allow for adequate re-breathing and a pair of googly goggles placed over my eyes instantly changed my vision with their kaleidoscopic lenses giving the whole room an eerie vista.

In her role of rubber nurse Maggie now began explaining today’s order of events. I had become her plastic coated alien and as such she needed to undertake certain experiments to determine what species I was. By now I was hooked up to the rebreathing bellows and receiving a stream of aromas and I was starting to believe that I was that alien and this beautiful earthling nurse was going to 'investigate' her plastic toy.

Maggie started the tests by cutting away at my plastic skin, discovering what she took to look like a humanlike nipple, her scissors were kept busy until she had created two circular holes at chest level. The two curious pink buds required further investigation, steel stretchometers were attached enabling her to check their elasticity, a long needle through each bud allowed the buds to be wound upwards and their stretching progress observed.

Maggie appeared quite excited by her observations, noting down her results, she mentioned to the creature that she was going to stretch its buds’ areas a little further using suction cups, which looked like female breasts when seen through goggled eyes like mine.

Fitting the breast cups proved a little tricky because of the close proximity of my tightly pinioned arms, but after a little manipulation my nurse was satisfied there was an airtight seal and pumped away quite happily. The suction was immense and also facilitated the taking of a small sample of red body fluid from her alien patient. At this point I think alien let out one or two noises that sounded a bit like a squealing pig.

Nurse Maggie then turned her attention to a bulging area of my body that could possibly be reproductive organs. After opening up my plastic skin my supposed ‘reproductive organ' felt a blast of earth air and on being touched, began to swell. Maggie massaged it for a while before giving the organ some suction too with what she called a penis pump.

As she continued pumping my beautiful nurse put her hand on my face, disabling my breath holes, after a time this causes an alien to panic and move its head wildly, my organ swelled even more and once again I started squealing like a pig. 

The results with the penis pump were satisfying, and she concluded that with a little pneumatic assistance aliens also have organs that can be stimulated to grow. Conclusion, yes this alien likely has reproductive organs similar to humans.

To reinforce her conclusions about the similarities between human and alien organs, she applied several electrodes around these strange appendages and at the same time, conscious that this alien may be struggling to breath in the Clinic’s oxygen rich atmosphere, she applied a full cover anaesthesia hood and reverted to pumping the same CO₂ supplemented elixir that had pleased her alien earlier. When electric, constant vibrations and wafts of elixir were operational at the same time Maggie observed the alien with interest for a while, and came to the conclusion that there were a lot of similarities between kinky humans and this plastic coated alien currently on her operating couch.

By now, this alien had picked up some human dialogue and was able to thank Mistress Maggie for undertaking these valuable experiments on her captive subject.

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