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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Completely Knackered

This session turned out to be one of the most exhausting ones that I have lived through. It all started well when Mistress Maggie ushered me in to The Chambers wearing her stunning red latex catsuit, open faced latex hood topped off with her red pony tail. But the most alluring part of her suit was the front zip’s position, which had been teasingly pulled down to reveal her beautiful breasts presented in a black latex bra. Mistress knows that I am mesmerised by her wonderful physique and I was already well into my submissive/subservient zone before we even mounted the stairs. The open zip torture and that of those wonderfully flowing latex covered buttocks inches from my ogling eyes had me, once again, completely under her spell by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

After I’d laid my red latex suit out on the bed I was told to present myself in black latex socks and matching gloves. I do try to wear my socks for the journey to the Chambers because they are the most difficult to put on when in an excited state, I have also been tempted to wear the gloves but I think Mistress would frown on that, as for attempting to wear other latex under my normal clothes, a definite no no, because in the past Mistress hasn’t approved of me arriving sweaty and especially with sweaty bollocks, leaving with them is fine but they are difficult to grab when moist! Another thing that can be difficult to grab when moist is my butt plug, but today Mistress wasted no time in getting it stuffed up my arse.

Anyway, I returned as instructed and set about my boot worship duties. Mistress was giving my arse, back and anywhere else that took her fancy a right good walloping with what turned out to be a brand new slapper. Its strokes certainly had a sharp bite and she’d nicknamed it her ‘dog whip’. A very suitable name for what was about to transpire during the session

‘Do you have any idea what we might be doing today slave?’, asked Maggie. Of course I hadn’t as the calling mail had given very little by way of a clue. ‘You are going to be my dog’, she said with a big grin. I found it rather strange that Mistress fitted her ‘dog’ with a rather snug fitting lower harness and then had me jump into my red catsuit, after all what would the harness be used for once hidden? On reflection, I had thought it was just another method employed at making her dog more obedient. As an aside, the harness was so tight that it left a memento round my stomach for 24 hours after we finished. Or was the harness to be used to secure a plug-in dog tail once my own stretcher butt plug was removed? I soon found the latter to be the case.

It was at this point Mistress explained that I was to behave like the dog I had become. I was to forget being a loyal slave and operate as a loyal and totally obedient dog. The last word I was allowed was to offer my name as Rufus and that is what I became for the rest of my doggy day. 

Mistress explained that she had secreted several small toys around the Playroom for her pet to retrieve, but as I was a renowned sniffer dog I was to be allowed something to sniff before beginning my ‘fetch’ exercises. But first, I was to get more into character by wearing a doggy hood that came with a snap-on snout. Now this was the clever vehicle for delivering my sniffer aromas. Mistress soaked a hanky in aromas and popped it inside the snout attached to my dog hood. Wow or should I say woof. That hit the spot as Mistress sent me off through the ‘garden’ to sniff out my first prize. I should mention at this point that Maggie had carefully extracted my cock and balls from the suit leaving them exposed and the ‘garden’ consisted of potted nettle plants.

Who said dogs aren’t smart? I cocked my leg whilst traversing the garden so as to raise my balls above the stingers and proceeded very quickly to hunt and retrieve my first find. This dog was perhaps a little too smart because Mistress told me off before insisting 'you must go through the garden to find your toys', she also decided to give me a couple of paws in the form of padded leather mitts. Poor dog. That ended the easy pick-ups. In fact when I found my next prize, a dog bowl full of fresh pee, there was no way to safely lift it with the mitts on and I did spill a drop on the carpet until I learned to slide the bowl inch by inch back to Maggie. Another dose of aromas enhanced my sense of smell as I enjoyed an long sniff at the pee bowl I had found. (A fact you probably already know is a dog has up to 300 million olfactory receptors in its nose,  compared to about six million in humans).

Finds came thick and fast after that; a dog lead under the rug, to be used in a subsequent activity, a bone behind the curtain, a pair of nipple clamps under the end of the bed which proved most ineffective to wear due to the already sweaty nipples, and a dog brush under the centre of the bed, this had a special ‘prize’ sticker attached to it which meant Mistress would give her pet a good brushing. Rufus didn’t like that at all. I always keep my cock and balls clean shaven but Mistress gave them a good prolonged brushing until it was evident that I'd recived my prize. Now this bloody dog brush had very sharp unyielding bristles, and when coupled with the sensitivity they were already feeling from the nettle stings the experience was unbearable and I was howling for mercy.

The final three items took a little finding particularly with sore balls and there was no way I could sit and just lick them better, sometimes the attributes of a real dog would have been most beneficial! I located a vibrator under the rug in the Cage, a soft toy under the pillow, woof woof and finally a plastic doggy bag that had been hidden under the bed.

I found this series of fetching incredibly taxing and pleaded for frequent pawses. Despite having been wearing knee pads my knees were starting to ache, which prompted Maggie to apply some first aid in the form of bandages around them and some anaesthetic in the form of aroma top up to her sniffer dog’s nose. But all was right with the world as I was finally allowed to drink from my doggy bowl, where with the aid of a straw I finished all the pee and was once more ready and eager to resume as Rufus.  

The plastic doggy bag I had retrieved had a 'top dog' label which Mistress said had earned me the reward of 5 minutes gazing at my owner once it was tightly sealed around my neck. My puppy dog eyes looked out at Mistress with pure adoration and love and I felt a little of that loyalty that I know a dog must feel for a kind, caring owner. . .  and then the bag steamed up and I was panting heavily from the air deprivation. Rufus went as far as shaking his head desperately his head desperately before Mistress gave him air.

Mistress said she’d had the wild idea of turning me into a flying dog, but given that it might be a hard thing to achieve she asked my opinion and we discussed the logistics. Imagining myself as a flying dog for a moment I naturally woofed my approval and began contemplating the relaxation I’d experience from being suspended off my aching knees. Out came the very heavy leather harness, I was able to help with the heavier task of supporting and climbing into it while Maggie buckled me in, and I was soon ready to be hoisted on the Overhead Gantry.

The first attempt was a little ungainly because my legs dangled and touched the ground. Not to be out smarted by a dog leg, Maggie retrieved several restraints and set about chaining up her dog.  A leather hogtie arrangement secured front paws to back paws, chains were used to change my angle and support my legs in a bent position. Slowly but steadily I was winched off the ground and Mistress had her flying dog. This was a most ideal position to admire my Mistress and those fantastic bosoms, wagging my doggy tail and letting out a couple of woofs was my way of letting Mistress know she had a happy dog. 

Ah yes, the nipple clamps that had been so kind as to fall off earlier had not been forgotten, now successfully hung from my nipples Mistress used them to gently rock her pet backwards and forwards. Even then I was able to wag my tail, perhaps a little less vigorously than before and the woofs might have been tinged with a little wouwfh as the clamps bit a little deeper.

Once again Mistress knew EXACTLY which buttons to push to maintain her iron grip over my emotions and feelings as she lay on the bed immediately under my hanging form. Yes the front zip exposed her beautiful latex clad bosom and yes all I could do in my chains was wag my tail and inhale from another welcome pad of aromas lodged inside my snout.

After Maggie had completed her sensual bed teasing, it was time for release. By this time I was completely knackered and Mistress sent me off to curl up in my doggy bed in the corner of the Cell.

I hope this blog has given the reader some insight as to why this slave is willing to do anything to please my Mistress, including becoming her pet dog for a day. I am besotted, totally obedient and totally loyal to her. A final note to myself, I promised to locate some more appropriate and durable knee pads because I really don’t want to disappoint Mistress next time she wants to take her pet for a walk. And who ever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? This old dog is constantly learning from Mistress Maggie. Woof woof.

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NEVER Trust A Nettle

Today started with a very excited slave, happy to be serving Mistress once again. Arriving on time, I was delighted to be greeted by Mistress Maggie in a skin tight purple latex ensemble The tightness of her latex trousers across her beautiful buttocks had me mesmerised as they undulated towards the Playroom. I complemented Maggie on her natural hair style as it was the first time in a long time that Mistress freed her hair and hadn't covered it. It looked great! 

As usual I was dispatched to The Bathroom to change into my black latex socks and gloves and I noticed an innocuous sprig of nettles nestling in the bath. I was pleased because the stem looked old, and from previous experience, it is the younger, fresh sprigs that are the most potent. I didn't think any more about their stingability until the very end of the session, but more about that later.

Mistress made sure I received a good whipping as I licked and worshipped her boots. Not as hard as the thrashing I had last session, but sufficiently firm to remind me who the boss is. It wasn't long until I was instructed to don my heavy latex catsuit, which I managed to get in all on my own! By the time I had zipped all 4 zips firmly in place I felt quite pleased with my achievements, glad that I’d not needed Maggie to assist and put unnecessary strain on her recovering shoulder.

‘On to the bed slave, bum in the air’, said Mistress, and I was once more re-introduced to my red ribbed butt plug. It felt quite at home and remained snuggled right up to the end of our session. I hadn't worn it continuously  for quite a while and I felt delightfully plugged. To top off her rubber toy’s uniform for the day, Mistress fitted me with a nice and comfortable black latex hood with eyes, nose and mouth openings, and I was now Maggie's rubber plaything once more. 

Still on the bed I was told to flip over onto my back, where by chance I had a little cuddle with Ted, Mistress’ leather bear. I couldn't get too affectionate because the spikes round his neck truly lived up to their name! Ted is witness to all events that happen in the playroom, and I did get a few whispered comments about our owner before Maggie prevented any more secrets being divulged by returning him to his place of honour on the shelf. It 's strange how Ted's whispers sound very like a deeper version of Mistress Maggie's voice!

My cock and balls were secured in a rope harness and as I glanced down I detected a silver ring had been knitted into the arrangement. Hmmm. Interesting!

Mistress then joined me on the bed where, sitting alongside me, she began stroking the only naked bits of her rubber toy with her suede gloves, a totally different sensation to rubber gloves and quite pleasant.

What was more interesting and somewhat restrictive was the heavy leather straitjacket Maggie then fitted round her slave. I felt a little embarrassed when Mistress commented that the straps would only go round once because I am too fat!

Anyway, I soon found out the reason for the ring as I was perched on the spanking stool and had ankle cuffs fitted, and yes, you guessed it, my balls were latched to my ankles. Stretching my legs more than a couple of inches and I would have de-nutted myself! Actually a small amount of flexing was quite pleasurable although perhaps I shouldn't mention that. 

Mistress had decided that I would benefit from some prolonged breath play training, more specifically bagging breath play, and I would be sealed inside a plastic bag a little longer with each go. I hadn't been bagged for a while but that was about to change big style. Armed with her rustling plastic bag Maggie approached me with a cotton pad and soaked it with aromas.

The first serious bagging was a whiff of the pad then head in bag. I was determined to last as long as I could and actually wondered if I had the bottle to let it get to the stage of actually passing out. Maggie of course has never allowed things to go that far, I was not struggling too much before the bag was removed for a short breather. ‘This training session requires you to be prepared to take more extra breaths before asking me for any mercy’, Maggie instructed. ‘Do you understand?’ I responded with a simple 'Yes'.

The second bagging had the bag held on with a simple rope tie and Maggie was determined to break any of my self control as every time I was regulating my breathing she used her whip to 'tickle' my already compromised testicles. Heavier, targeted strokes from her whip had me forcing a sharp intake of breath and dragging those already depleted oxygen and aroma remnants down into my gasping lungs. This lasted for quite a while as Maggie smiled at her gasping slave through the plastic.

The third bagging was even more intense. Maggie soaked the wad again and placed the pad inside the bag again, just under my nose. Full blown, continuous aromas were now wafting around inside my polythene bag head. 

Although the plastic bag was roped on again I think I might have benefitted from a small gap somewhere around the neck seal, because I was able to go on far longer than I thought I was capable of achieving. It was a struggle and just on the cusp of suffocating but I kept going. I am not sure if I was just lucky or Maggie had planned it that way. In either case, I panted on, breathing in the aromas and this time so determined to go further. 

Again more whipping of balls to play with my breathing, a series of light and more meaningful floggings of my crotch had me twitching and struggling, and yes, Mistress' sadistic side surfaced and I am sure she enjoyed my struggles with her whip a lot more than I did. Thinking about it, if I really was able to pass out it would not be fair on my Mistress, because she does worry about her slaves and passing out is not a worry I want to present her with.

All good things come to an end, too soon on this occasion, despite me having a very long, enjoyable spell inside my bag, Mistress has a session plan and we were now moving to the next items on her list.

Once the rope harness was around my cock and balls was removed I was back on the bed to complete my rubberisation. A rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted. The excellent ball covering contains electrodes that Maggie attached to one of her electric boxes. That sensation is a wonderfully pulsating throb having the electrodes pressed onto balls by the rubber sheath, no escape and none wanted. I must admit that my cock was small today and my balls were less than cooperative, but as always Maggie persisted and fitted both and that was that. Just for fun, Maggie applied two vibrating bullets to the rubber cock sheath. My Mistress' ingenuity at tormenting her slave is boundless! 

The next scene had me laying on the plank that had been attached to the overhead gantry and Maggie was wrapping me with cling film. Not a full wrap, just  6" wide wraps at chest, waist and knees, each one also receiving a couple of turns of gaffer tape on top for extra security. At the time I wasn't certain what the wrappings were for, certainly not a full mummification like I have enjoyed on many previous occasions. Never mind, Mistress knows where this is heading.

I soon found out where it was going when Maggie raised the gantry, which in turn raised one end of the plank that I was taped to. As the angle increased the tape wrapping prevented me from sliding off, although as you might expect, there was a slight gravity induced slide down the glossy plank, until I was once more stationary and comfortable.

I no longer had anything exposed to the world apart from mouth, eyes and nose, and that was resolved with the addition of the fm12 gas mask with two hose ports. Two hoses were fitted to the mask, one to a bubble bottle and the other to the aromas pump hose that delivered many intoxicating blasts over the next ninety minutes of pleasurable and painful moments that Mistress allowed me to experience.

After a few quick puffs and a lot of loud bubbling Maggie unzipped both nipple zips and I was no longer totally sealed. Of course I couldn't be sealed because Mistress wanted to have needle fun with my nipples. I could feel several pins being pushed into my nipples, each one receiving equal amounts until eight had been deployed, each accompanied by a warning, ‘On a count of three slave - 1.. 2.. 3’, and a brief but nasty piercing sensation immediately followed the countdown. Mistress has trained me very well so I am now becoming able to accept needles without hardly a flinch.

A slight sensation was felt, as what turned out to be the sprig of nettles caressed my pinned nipples, but as I mentioned earlier, I was only expecting a mild additional sensation from this older sprig, especially as I was almost overwhelmed by the myriad of other sensations already coursing through various bits of my anatomy. Oh and I have forgotten to mention that Mistress had wired me in to several electrical circuits by this time, including one to either nipple; one stick on electrode and one clamped to a needle per nipple. No wonder the nettles were only a marginal increase in my 'pleasure' levels.

It was heading towards the end of the session when Mistress lowered the gantry to enable me a last incredibly erotic view of her absolutely superb breasts, so close to my ogling gas masked eyes that I am sure I could feel the warmth radiating from them. Even with needles and electric I still am  over the moon at how really good I feel at the sight of my Mistress. 

As we were changing at the end of another amazing session, I found out two facts: 

The first was that Maggie had been able to accept slaves this week and that was really good news. It meant that Mistress was well on the road to recovery. 

The second and far more alarming fact  was the reintroduction of the nettles following my comment about the almost imperceptible stimuli from the old sprig. I really shouldn't have made that comment, because Maggie fetched the offending sprig and began mischievously stroking my groin with it. Now I did feel that. But when she moved on to my nipples - YIKES!!!, it was like a lightening bolt… many times the sensation from any nettles I have experienced in the past. I have had to revise my assessment of nettle potency and will never trust the age of a nettle to determine its shock value.

I am receiving excellent training from Mistress Maggie and in turn Maggie knows exactly what to do with her rubber slave to get and give pleasure. I can't wait for my next session with the best Mistress I could wish for. Thanks Maggie.

Caution: This  2:19min bagging in a straitjcket clip has audio.