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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Under Pressure

On one of the warmest days of summer, I basked in the heat of the sun as I sauntered the short distance from my car to The Chambers, I mused at how fortunate I was to have met Mistress Maggie all those years ago and how thoughtful and caring she can be to her slaves. Apart from wanting to please Maggie, I didn’t have a care in the world.

Mistress, forever considerate to her slaves’ welfare had asked me to pack my perv bag with latex socks, gloves and black shorts. I absolutely love latex, and to be fully covered in it while being controlled by Maggie, on the other hand and given the scorching weather I did not want to be expiring in the Chambers, making things messy and creating a lot of cleaning up.

As the door opened I was greeted by Mistress in a short leatherette dress that showed off her wonderful legs, a wide studded belt kept everything neat around her middle and she wore what I took to be a brand new pair of boots. I naturally enquired if they were a recent acquisition and received confirmation that they were, styled like Roman sandals; open toed with a series of straps that stopped just below the knee. A really good choice for a really hot afternoon.

I returned from the Bathroom wearing the contents of my perv bag. By the time I returned to the playroom for Mistress’s inspection the shorts, being loose legged, were already showing signs of sweat, but obviously a lot cooler than wearing a full rubber suit. 

Now on the floor attending Mistress’s gladiator boots I received a tattoo of loud thwacks as she enthusiastically wielded her luxurious suede whip across my back and buttocks, Maggie calls it her Amsterdam whip as she had bought it while on a trip there. The sound of the whip on the latex shorts reminded me of the old adage that the whips bark is far worse than its bite, in fact there was nothing menacing about it, I just embraced its deliciously sensual feeling as my tongue worked hard at shining her Roman sandals.

It was nice being able to kiss and caress Maggie’s toes through their nylon covering but it was a different matter trying to trace my tongue along the boot’s many straps. As I progressed my buttocks were warming and that was when I felt a slight trickle of sweat, not much but concerning nevertheless, I might wet the whole of the Playroom carpet!

I was prepared for what has recently become Mistress’s new norm when it comes to inserting my butt plug; approach Mistress backwards on all fours and in it goes! Then, turning around, I am to approach Mistress so I can be fitted with my working hood; a simple style with eye and mouth openings and holes for my nostrils. I was to have one extra piece of attire today and Mistress instructed me to lie on the latex bed. The zip on my shorts was opened and she installed a chastity device, finishing with the thrilling click that always accompanies a freshly locked up cock.

A flush of excitement passed over me as I guessed what my training may involve next, and I wasn’t wrong. Mistress said I would be going under her glass toilet to be rehydrated fresh from the source, a duty which is always a privilege. The glass toilet comes with its own hood, one that is snapped into place around the edge of the toilet bowl once its victim is in place he becomes part of the furniture. Mistress pulled the toilet hood over the one as I was already wearing and zipped it up, which made my head look like a black latex flower with the toilet hood hanging around my shoulders like half wilted petals. Well, I suppose all flowers need watering and I was instructed to duck under the toilet to receive mine.

Wrist cuffs were used to secure me to the base of the toilet and a spreader bar attached between my ankles. The anticipation of what I was about to receive was palpable. I got a few glimpses from inside the toilet bowl of Maggie moving around and getting ready to take a seat, and it was a stunning vista.

However, this vision didn’t last long as the toilet seat was closed. There, in the dark I could only wait with growing excitement for what I was about to receive. From inside the pan I believed I could hear a new bottle of aromas being opened, this was confirmed when the lid lifted slightly giving a brief hint of light and a heavily soaked cloth fell on my face. That only added to the excitement. Imagine being a U-bend in a toilet and being able to inhale pleasant smells. I wonder if heaven is akin to being down the toilet, inhaling aromas and awaiting one of the best experiences a pervert could ever want? 

I didn’t have long to wait before I received a full bladder load of Mistresses piss. As she seated herself it was almost as dark as when the seat was down, but I am aware from previous times when I have been in the same situation where my drink will be dispensed from and did my best to position myself accordingly. A slow gentle flow entered my mouth, it allowed me to make final adjustments before Maggie let loose the full flow. Oh what a plentiful and delightful drink with every last drop hitting the bullseye. Maggie examined her toilet, impressed that she couldn’t find a single stray drop of liquid inside the toilet hood she complimented me on my performance. Thank you Maggie I really enjoyed that drink.

At a recent session when we weren’t able to include Mistress’ inflatable rubber suit, she promised I could wear it at the next opportunity. Little were we to know that this would be on one of the hottest days of the summer. Still, Mistress is always good on her promises, and after a quick pit stop to remove my butt plug and replace it with a pair of Kegel balls the suit was bought down from its hanger so I could climb into it. I am really fortunate that I love total latex enclosure and not too bothered by any temperature level, even that of the Playroom today, despite the fan whirring away in an attempt to alleviate the heat.

Before the suit was inflated, Mistress brought out her serving tray and loosely strapped it around my waist and looped it about my shoulders. I have very fond memories of wearing the tray before, for serving two of Mistress’s friends with a cup of tea whilst I was fully rubbered…  I digress.

The electric pump quickly inflated the suit and my double skinned latex ensemble was completed with an inflatable hood, both in a matching pewter colour. I gripped the mouth tube between my teeth while Maggie, rather sensibly, used a hand pump to pump that up. As the hood inflated the Perspex eyes gradually moved up my head so I was left looking predominantly at the top of the walls and ceiling unless I bent forward, that was my visible world. 

Mistress sat in her rightful place on her Throne and expressed her own need to be cooled down, I was called over to fan her. I managed to produce a breeze by wafting the tray, that made a loud clanking sound until I was able to control the chains with my thumbs, then I was offered a clip board which was a lot easier to manoeuvre. What wasn’t so easy were the two trips I was asked to make to the Bathroom, to replenish Mistress’ glass with cool refreshing water. 

These two trips were made far more difficult as Maggie insisting I carried the glass on the tray. I carefully manoeuvred through the Playroom door and headed down the corridor with the glass suitably balanced on the tray. I have a confession to make, that as soon as I closed the Playroom door I carried the glass which I thought was both quicker and safer, returning the glass to the tray as I knocked on the Playroom door for re-entry.

What turned out to be a very fortunate unplanned incident occurred, caused by the hood’s high pressure driving the zip open until my head popped out of its covering. Why was this incident so fortunate? Well, when we replaced the hood, I firstly adjusted it so that the Perspex glasses would actually allow me to focus on my Mistress without having to crane my neck and the hood was further secured with my slave collar. It was far, far easier after that to see where I was going on further trips to the bathroom. 

After cooling and amusing Mistress with a lot more fanning I had the tray detached and was secured, spread eagled to the latex bed. The inflatable hood was removed and replaced with the red gas mask and aromas pump hose, and my inflatable suit was pumped up a bit more. Ah a little relief from all the hard fanning, or so I thought. Fortunately the plentiful supply of aromas helped me to withstand the torments of the electrified drum brush that Mistress raked across my exposed metal chastity cage that I was still wearing. I think Maggie was most amused by the dance I did to her drum beats, I was doing so much jerking, jiggling along with the occasional pitiful plea. She sure could make a good drummer in a rock 'n’ roll band with her rhythmic rattling!

All good things come to an end and I was finally released from the bed to divest myself of the inflatable suit and Kegel balls. The air extraction can be a slow process, but because of the volume of fluids that had built up inside the suit I was able to carefully ease it off while still partially deflated.

Mistress offered me a coffee and John, Maggie's husband, did raise an eyebrow that I had actually been subjected to the inflatable suit on such a hot day, but in reality I loved it. The heat, the snugness and the sweat all added to my delight at yet another stunning session. Thank you Mistress Maggie. Roll on session 252. 

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Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of ...

... Saline. 

Quite a celebration for my 250th session with my excellent Mistress Maggie. Why the title? Well, initially I knew 100% what the end result of this session would be from the calling mail.

'Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and matching accessories to bring to session. Best to wear big pants'.

The reference to 'big pants' always suggests that I will be leaving The Chambers with an oversized scrotum that will need that extra bit of space to get home. I was convinced I was right until Mistress posted the following on X the morning of our appointment.

'It’s gonna be a doggy style day'.

Being outsmarted by my Mistress is not that hard to achieve as I am but a dumb servant. The question on my lips as I arrived was whether I would be receiving a pegging, a pumping or both?

Mistress laughed when I mentioned my dilemma and said the picture on X had absolutely nothing to do with the session, and yes, it was big ball time.

During my boot veneration of those wonderfully shiny, red PVC thigh high boots I detected a slightly more serious approach to the encouragement to my backside. I heard one or two unusually loud crop cracks as leather met bare bottom, but by the time Mistress reached that stage I was beyond hurting and simply arched my buttocks to offer my cheeks for more kisses from the crop.

In almost no time I was into my red latex catsuit to accompany the matching gloves and socks that I had changed into during my brief trip to The Bathroom. I managed the suit almost on my own, but needed a little assistance with getting my arms comfortably installed. I have to admit I do like that bit of assistance and the gentle touch of Mistress’s hands that goes with it.

Maggie gave me a rub down to remove any talc splashes, and to help Maggie so she didn't have to bend down I finished the cleaning below the knees. I was now ready for my butt plug, which slipped in easily once lubed and I am starting to feel there is something missing when I am not wearing it.

With our Initial preparations over we adjourned to The Clinic where my view was drawn to a very neatly arranged series of red rubber straps, and the surprise of the new red hood that Mistress had invested in sitting precisely on The Couch where my head would be. There was nothing unusual about this neat arrangement as Mistress has always been so organised with her preparation and it is these little details that help define Mistress as the best of the best.

It didn't take long for the straps to be re-arranged and placed at appropriate points around my body and arms. Once they were all fastened I had no arm movement and was once again totally under control. I could still walk but that didn’t last for long, once I’d arranged myself on the couch as instructed my legs were strapped together in the same way. 

In preparation for aroma deployment Maggie taped a cannula in place; a superb piece of kit designed and made by Maggie's husband, the new hood fitted like a second skin over the cannula, it’s front outer cover remained open for the moment and I felt truly relaxed.

A group of four T.E.N.S. electrodes were placed in the area above my groin and immediately turned on, and there they stayed, pulsing away for virtually the remainder of the session, creating the most frustrating yet exciting feeling. Frustrating because they were just outside the range to allow my release yet exciting because the sensation was akin to Mistress gently massaging and stroking that area.

Two further e-stim circuits were added through the groin area, but with my legs bound together it was hard to open the zip sufficiently, making it tricky for Mistress to place the electrodes where they were wanted and getting the circuit live. Perseverance is always the name of the game and eventually I was subjected to all circuits sending their random sensations about my lower body. 

Ah, the main event. Hurray! Big ball time!

I couldn't see what Mistress was applying to my cock and balls, it turned out to be some kind of mesh bag, red of course in keeping with Maggie's theme. It was tied in place with a tight string capturing my cock and balls. Looking at the pictures, that whole area reminded me of a vegetable bag for holding carrots. Strange how my mind works at times, 

My cannula tube was attached to the aroma pump now, and once Maggie had added a quantity of my favourite aromas to the system I was privileged to receive my first pump of the day. Its effect was instant, sending me into a deeper state of relaxation, which was just as well because the next event was the installation of two needles for delivering the saline.

With the sterile environment created round my abdomen I barely felt the two needle pricks being pushed into my scrotum, and was almost dropping off to sleep when Mistress announced the drips were set up and both were running nicely. It’s a fairly slow process and there is little or no feeling of your scrotum being expanded.

Aware of the 'dead' time between starting the filling and the ball sac accepting the whole litre of saline solution, Mistress would be including some training activities to keep me engaged while the hours whiled by. I knew my nipples were about to receive attention when my nipple zips were opened and my nipples treated to a talcing. 

Out came a pair of nipple towers the nipple training started, I really did not appreciate these pesky bits of equipment, they had to be screwed so tight to obtain even the weakest of grips and frequently had to be reattached after each nipple in turn made a break for freedom. The repeated re-attachment makes for a severe test of willpower, but more importantly they were starting to annoy Mistress and ultimately they were consigned to the bin. Maggie left to find something more 'suitable'. 

Returning with the Tower Of Pain, another fiendish creation by Maggie's husband, John. Mistress was far more happy using this, it seemed to work a treat and even when its clamps stretched my nipples ‘til taut I was able to breath through the pain, not without help from my nurse’s magical medicinal aromas being fed through my cannula of course. It showed how much I was under Mistress’s spell when I accepted her kind offer of some cream to sooth my nipples, which were quite elongated by now.

The cream was presented in a petri dish and my kind nurse carefully applied it to each of my nipples with a cotton bud. It had a slight warming effect but that didn’t deter me from from saying yes when offered some more. It turned out to be Deep Heat. Normally this would make me flinch, but today, just the opposite, I had nothing to complain about, after all I had my kind caring, considerate owner looking after my poor nipples, and not wishing to waste the contents of her petri dish she also visited my balls and devilishly applied the remaining cream randomly about them. That didn't register at all, possibly the saline insulated the pain?

As my scrotum continued to fill I was finally treated to the full effect of the new latex hood, when its outer hood was zipped all the way up over my face it acted like a rebreather hood, yet being a transparent latex I could see through it and watch as my Mistress went about her business, something I’ve not been able to do for a long time, another advantage is that the rubber does not appear to steam up so the vision is never degraded. I was also handed the aromas pump ball that allowed me to self medicate. I really cannot speak too highly of the new hood which was a great surprise and will serve as a memento of my 250th session with Maggie.

I think in the couple of hours of ‘filling time' we did not achieve the full litre, Maggie estimated my balls had about 800mm of saline. That was that in terms of available time, but when released from the carrot bag I was encouraged to have a little walk around then through to The Playroom to feel my ball’s heavy weight and admire our handywork in the full length mirror. 

I just had a homogenous blob where once my useless cock and balls were, in their place I now had a useless football between my legs. By no way unusual when filled with saline, the whole area felt cold, but it felt truly great to know that my owner had been able to perform this operation on her very willing slave.

A quick trip to The Bathroom had me soaking the towel that had a few spattering's of blood and I rather erroneously announced that the British Army wore red coats to hide the blood and justified this buy quoting the film Zulu! I just hope that Mistress Maggie doesn't take umbrage. I Googled it and the British Army's red coats, or "redcoats," were primarily a result of practical and economic factors rather than a deliberate choice for camouflage or intimidation. Red dye. Sorry Mistress.

As the final accolade to session 250, Mistress deemed fit to stamp me with her seal of approval above each nipple. It wore off the next time I showered, but I was honoured to wear it for even a short period:

No Sweat Slave

It was an incredible spring afternoon as I approached the Chambers. There was just a slight chill in the air but not enough to dampen the thoughts of another rare outdoor adventure. After all, what else would a self-respecting slave expect when the calling email from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘ …Your Mistress thinks it might be nice to enjoy some greenery… ‘

Could we be taking a nice stroll in the park, perhaps with me wearing my latex working suit under…?? Well, the reality was far from my thoughts as Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I could tell she wasn’t really dressed for outdoor adventures. Once more my Mistress had my head in a spin and heading in the totally wrong direction. That is one of the reasons I will do anything for her, she knows my thoughts, she knows how to wind me up and most importantly knows how to tune my mind to her way of thinking.

Following Mistress up the stairs, I met the same familiar feeling I always do whenever I gaze at the physique that is inches from my eyes, generally I am very well behaved and try not to overstep the boundaries, and once again I refrained from planting a kiss. I wonder if one day Mistress will allow me to take a picture from my view on the stairs? Well, I can hope.

In the Playroom Maggie had her new heater on high and the room was pleasantly warm verging on hot. I gathered I might be in for a hot sweaty session but first I was restricted to latex socks and gloves as the warm air wafted around my exposed body. Maggie was wearing knee boots and on instruction I fell to the ground where I eagerly set about my task of cleaning them with a little encouragement from her stout riding crop. Mistress informed me that she had already cleaned them earlier and only a little polishing was necessary. It didn’t hinder my sense of complete servitude as I continued with my worship which always comes with the bonus of an occasional glance upwards to see a happy smiling, beautiful face, and the knowledge that Mistress is in charge of a very willing servant.

If previous patterns were being followed, today would involve mainly Clinic time and I wasn’t wrong this time. Once I had laid my Invincible latex suit out for airing and warming, I was led through to the Clinic and invited to sit on the couch which was draped with a soft green plastic sheet. Another thing I noticed as we entered was the warmth emanating from another new room heater making the clinic considerably warmer than the Playroom. I sat down on the plastic and immediately I could feel myself starting to stick. It is a rather nice feeling that I normally associate with the latex sheets and I must admit that the touch of the plastic was most exciting. Perhaps Mistress is exploring other areas of my libido and guiding me towards plastic as well as rubber? As I said Mistress reads me like an open book.

Mistress brought out a soft, thick rubber spongy type of thing and used it to cover my mouth, the likes of which I have never encountered before. It was roughly the shape of an eye shade. It wasn’t a blindfold, only shaped like one and it was extremely effective at keeping a slave silent and covered my mouth completely. Like any well trained slave, I held it in place whilst Maggie wound a stretchy bandage tightly round my head to secure the gag in place. Not content with a mouth covering I think Mistress got carried away in the thrill of the moment and continued to wind the stretchy bandage round and round until my head was completely mummified, apart from my nose which allowed me a plentiful supply of nice, warm air. Through the bandage all I could 'see' was a creamy glow which didn’t even allow me to follow Mistress’s shadow as she moved quietly round her subject.

In for a penny, I complied immediately with the instruction to have my wrists shackled behind me with the clinic’s tough white leather wrist cuffs, these were so expertly and tightly applied by Maggie, as was the posture collar to stop me from nodding off!. Blind and shackled, the excitement was growing and growing as to what my owner wanted to do with her plaything.

I didn’t have long to wait before finding out some of her plans, as Mistress was now applying the metal ball stretcher to encourage ball sac growth. When I say applying, I mean my mischievous balls were willing to participate except they were definitely NOT exhibiting the good training they have previously received. One of them did a Houdini and managed to escape, then did exactly the same escapology act on Maggie’s second attempt at capturing the pair of them, I wondered whether she might chastise them. ‘You’ve obviously been doing far too much wanking slave. I want full balls next time’, she said. The one remaining ball was left stretching as we moved onto the ‘greenery’ phase, not that I was aware at the time what was being applied. 

The first contact was a copious application of some form of lubricant on and around both nipples. The second contact was the fixing and pumping of two breast cups, one on either side, and at that point I came into contact with some greenery in the shape of stingy nettles. Maggie quietly said these were her first crop and a special treat for my nipples. As I’ve mentioned in previous nettle related blogs, the early small twigs really are the lethal ones and these were no exception. A few more pumps to each breast cup made my chest really swell up and I got the full flavour of this year’s fresh greenery. 

That wasn’t the only pumping that Maggie was doing during this part of my training, a smaller suction cup was also applied to the one remaining stretched ball, as a present for being well behaved. Meanwhile at the top end I was being administered with some rather nice and relaxing pumped aromas through an anaesthetic mask that Mistress presented over my nose. Mistress really does know how to look after her subjects.

Now un-bandaged and with the breast cups removed we briefly returned to the Playroom so I could clamber into my Invincible working suit, the quick insertion of my trusty butt plug rubberised me a little further and it was back to the Clinic for part two. We were both to dress in the plastic hazmat suits that had been quietly hanging on the wall, the intention was to have a heated session isolated in our suits and enjoy some shared breathing through a bubble bottle that was arranged on the Gas Station.

There was even more greenery as we helped each other into the hazmat suits. It had been a while since we last wore them and it took quite a bit of muddling around before we were both warmly inserted in our green plastic. Before we went any further Maggie insisted that we perform a safety check, to see whether we were able to unzip our hoods with the oversized gloves we now had on, ensuring that a quick escape could be achieved if need be. Mistress is for ever cautious about her subjects and this time was FAR more important as it involved Mistresses safety too. 

Next came the rubber boots. I had been instructed to bring mine and was delighted to be able to help Maggie pull her boots on as well. Anyway, why put your own boots on when you have a willing slave to do the work? Our Israeli gas masks went on along with breathing hoses fed through the rear openings in the hazmats. With the two hoses joined with a T connector we could both go on to breathe through the bubbles.

However, I knew my Mistress was becoming exhausted from all the exertion of organising suits, gas masks and apparatus etc. and all I wanted to do was try and help ease the burden. She does like a few photos, so it didn’t help when to top everything off the camera tripod started to droop for some unfathomable reason. The only option was for Maggie to try to stabilise it wearing the most inappropriate pair of gloves! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was suffering heat exhaustion as well, as it was getting decidedly warm inside. It was time for a break, to allow Maggie to just sit down and have chance to cool down.

After the trials and tribulations of the journey we were both finally able to enjoy the fruits of Maggie’s labour’s. Totally enclosed in our plastic suits, plumbed into the Gas Station and breathing steadily we were bubbling away. Maggie climbed onto the couch and we were able to enjoy some cuddle time. Even through the hazmats, Mistress looked and felt so magnificent that there was a danger of my hand straying into forbidden areas. Not that that was likely!

As a lovely conclusion to the session I was left on the couch on my own, and as I was no longer sharing air with my Mistress I had intoxicating aromas blended with my bubbles. I was so happy and relaxed that I just lay quietly and luxuriated in the experiences that I had been allowed to have. However, Mistress appeared with a final surprise in the shape of her Hitachi wand which she played over my plastic and rubber coated groin, adding excitement to my already awesome situation. Another perfect session and one that just reinforces why I am so devoted to my perfect Mistress Maggie.

Ah yes, just one final comment about the title of the blog, 'no sweat slave'. Previously, when I was quite a bit younger, I would have been dripping sweat from all parts of my latex suit to such an extent that I would need to stand on a towel to avoid drenching the Playroom carpet each time I undressed. On this occasion, even with the room hotter than on all previous occasions, hardly any liquid spilled out when I de-suited. Perhaps it is all part of my conditioning towards becoming a better slave, or perhaps as I get old I just don’t sweat as much? I wonder if a medical study is required?