The Yokes on Me!

Due to a combination of circumstances I had not been able to serve Mistress Maggie for six whole weeks. I appreciate this may not seem very long, but to this infatuated slave it seemed like an eternity. Coupled with that, in a rather rash masochistic moment I had been reading a couple of stories in Grommet’s Plaza where one of the themes discussed pushing the subs boundaries to increase a Mistress’s satisfaction. In the week before my scheduled session I had emailed Mistress and mentioned my interest in this, as it was, our scheduled session couldn’t go ahead and in the intervening 6 weeks I began to wonder if I had overplayed my request to push limits. Anyway, it was too late to change the mail and deep down I really did want to extend the limits. Giving Maggie Carte Blanche is always a good idea for a submissive like me.

On the evening before my rescheduled session I received my calling mail as was the normal course of events. The previous session left no clues but this one was a little different -

'Come ready to surrender and hear the sound of metal meeting metal’.

A lot of thoughts were running wild trying to interpret Maggie’s cryptic mail. Was it a capture and interrogate role play? Was the steel on steel to be the closing of the cell door in the Playroom? One thing was likely to be in the session because the mail also included - 

‘Pack your kit bag with your Invincible suit and matching accessories, along with your trusty butt plug’.

The note had titillated my imagination and the familiar excitement was building on the drive to The Chambers. An uneventful drive this time, but I did arrive with those old butterflies, not because I was nervous, I am long past that stage, but due to the excitement of resuming training with my Mistress and realising the possible consequences of what I had requested. In for a penny and all that! The Bard might have summed up my situation as, ‘be still my beating heart’.

Bang on time, Mistress opened the door and after those long six weeks of absence what an overwhelming relief it was to have the opportunity of seeing Maggie in her Mistress gear. Wearing her long black pencil skirt which looked new but I was informed it wasn’t; her black latex bra which showed off the outline of Maggie’s perfect breasts with just a teasing hint of those delightful outstanding nipples; underneath a black latex harness and a black, strappy latex buckle belt. This time her face was framed, not in latex, but the perfect black of her own hair.

I already knew I was going to really enjoy pleasing Mistress today. Excitement quickly mounted after just two steps up the stairs, when Maggie stopped and very provocatively stretched her luscious backside out and I knew I was expected to address the offering and… Oh boy! what an opportunity I was granted, and I took full advantage by planting a million kisses, well quite a few, on those glorious latex covered curves.

Back to the familiar routine of starting with boot worship, accompanied by the rather sensual caress of Maggie’s crop punctuated by a sharp crack to the balls which did make me jump. I also received a scolding when Mistress instructed me to stop sniffing her tights and concentrate on the tops of the boots. After that I was to follow strict instructions on how I should clean her boots correctly. It must have been an accidental sniff because my training stops my worship at the top of the footwear, much as I yearn to go further, I know that area is out of bounds and dangerous to my health, my backside… and even my balls today!

Despite the six weeks inactivity my butt plug went in remarkably easy and I was then to climb into my Invincible catsuit. Being a little out of practice I needed Mistress to help direct my arms down the appropriate armholes. A suitable latex hood was chosen with good eye, mouth and breathing holes and zipped nice and snugly up the back, and I was to wear a broad leather corset. I caught sight of myself in the Playroom mirror, and even though I say so myself I looked a very good representation of an anonymous latex plaything for Mistress’s amusement.

Mistress’s amusement consisted of having my neck and wrists locked into her aluminium stocks, so once more I was dependant on Mistress’s discretion as to if or when I would be released. What an absolutely fantastic piece of kit this is, I believe it was created by another visitor to The Chambers and a very talented one at that. Ankle cuffs were fastened on me and hitched together so I couldn’t do much more than a hobble, and a very stout chain attached to the stocks to act as a lead. Was this what was meant by metal meeting metal?

A short walk to the bathroom and back is normally a walk in the park, but when wearing a three feet wide metal stock and hobble chain the whole exercise becomes much more challenging. Through the door sideways so as not to damage walls and door, crab like progress to the bathroom and all the while trying not to bang Mistress with my arms. More importantly, because of my greater height the stocks and my arms were just at Maggie’s head height. Not a good idea to bump Mistress, or worse still, render her unconscious. Then I would be left in a pickle.

On returning to the Playroom Maggie brought out the padded Horse, unfortunately my current predicament prevented me from helping her with that task. Taking a hold of the chain Maggie had me bend  over the horse while she replaced my butt plug with a slightly larger electric version. We were right to open up that passage with my own plug, because inserting any object is so much easier once my muscles have been exercised.

Mood music began filling the room, whilst one at a time additional items were fixed about my person for my ‘enjoyment’. A full face gas mask was strapped on over my hood, it’s such a nice mask to wear as it provides excellent unrestricted visibility through its panoramic Perspex window, while creating a good seal for any forthcoming breath play, I guessed there would be some breath play as a hose was being screwed on to it now. My legs were to receive a little more freedom by having me wear a wooden leg spreader, which rather than keeping my legs spread allowed me to almost get my feet comfortably together, due to the play in its securing carabiners. Padded leather mittens ensured I couldn't fiddle with anything and I was once more chained to the Horse. Finally a simple pair of white nipple clamps adorned my chest, however,  being mischievous or possibly sadistic Mistress had insisted I beg for them to be attached. Naturally I do as I am told and began begging to have my nipples clamped. By now I must have been well in the zone as their attachment only induced tolerable pain.

Mistress decided now might be an appropriate time to help me with aromas but not before a spot of breath play, holding on to my breathing tube she nipped it tightly, cutting off my air supply for around twenty seconds and repeating several times while I was restrained over the bench. Another technique she used involved screwing an air restrictor to the end of my hose, its tiny hole severely restricted the air I received and was used for longer periods of around a minute at a time, aromas used to accompany this breath control created a reservoir inside the hose and I almost felt like I could float away. The aromas were very welcome because Mistress laid off the breath control and laid into my backside instead… with her tawse. My thick latex covering absorbed a lot of the force of the repeated blows and as a biproduct, created the most wonderful cacophony of sound. Unfortunately for me, the headphones that Mistress had me now wearing were playing quite loudly and this not only largely drowned out the thwacks but also some of Maggie’s commands.

I am unsure if Maggie had asked my opinion on having my cock and balls secured, but it didn’t matter in any case as that’s what she proceeded to do next. She had planned to dangle weights from them, but circumstances prevented this from happening and I escaped the weight endurance test. Mistress likes to have her little toys well and truly under control, as she attached yet more chains to her very willing but tiring subject. 

I must admit, by now, the stocks were taking a considerable strain on my shoulders and I finally succumbed and surrendered to the discomfort and begged for release. It was not the weight of the stocks because they are made of aluminium and are a pretty dam fine piece of engineering, but the dead weight of my arms pulling the stocks downwards and really hurting the ball socket in each shoulder.

Not surprised that I was likely to give in at some point Mistress accepted my surrender, and after a brief glance at the clock announced I had been wearing the Yoke for 90 minutes which I thought was quite a feat. Maggie undid the padlocks and quietly removed first the arms, that action in itself provided such a relief and then the neck lock freed me. I was allowed 10 minutes rest on the bed and although I was asked if I wanted to ‘call it a day’ I was fully recovered and really did not want my time with Maggie to be cut short. But it was another example of how Maggie cares for her slaves and will not press them too far.

Now, sitting on the folding chair, Mistress gradually ramped up the pressure on her latex slave by first turning on the butt plug to a nice high setting. Forever able to press my right buttons, or in this case the on/off button of the vibrator she started teasing my cock and balls, remember they were already tied tightly so had no where to go.

A latex blindfold was fixed across the panoramic visor which gave a strange sensation with a thin line of light at top and bottom. No use to me because it did not allow any real vision of what was going on. I was soon to feel what was going on though as the tops of my legs were subjected to more lashings from Mistress’s tawse, once again the sound was partially deadened by the ambient music being sent though my headphones. On the positive side, I did get some wonderful whiffs of aromas interspersed with more breathing restrictions.

The most surprising part was the random application and removal of a pair of electrified bulldog clips, one on each nipple. Surprising because I was almost starting to enjoy the nipple torture and I started to think that I was odd to be approaching a state of near euphoria. Mistress has that affect on this slave and I think she just liked taking them on and off to see the positive reaction from her rubber toy.

When the blindfold was removed I was greeted by a nice touch by Maggie, I immediately saw the image of a black rubber covered toy in a strategically placed mirror, and believe it or not, I felt real jealousy for the rubber image I saw before me, sitting on a chair in the middle of the Playroom. Then I realised that sensual image of a rubber toy, with nipple clamps, constricted cock and balls and all black rubber was actually me! No more jealousy, only the thought of what a REALLY fortunate person was staring back at me from the mirror.

Maggie wasn’t quite finished with her toy and wanted to end with a little extra electric play and a pair of electro pads were strategically placed about my genital area with the intention of delighting the whole of my groin area, which it did until Mistress allowed me off the chair. As a final treat Maggie swapped my gas mask for an anaesthetic mask, she carefully strapped it to my face and attached her glass Bubble Bottle. I didn’t detect Eau De Mistress, so rather disappointedly had the smell of chlorine for the remaining 20 minutes or so.

Mistress Maggie fulfilled the aims of the calling mail and I believe she was able to stretch my limits somewhat. There will hopefully be plenty more opportunities to achieve more ‘stretching’ in 2026 and beyond, and who knows what limits Mistress will be able to coach into her rubber toy?

Thank you Mistress. It was a long wait between sessions and I hope I did not let you down and that you were happier by the end of the session.

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Clear Idea

My mind began pondering as soon as I received Mistress’s calling mail on Thursday -

‘Your rubber Mistress has a clear idea that I am busting to carry it out’.

There were many options that I considered relating to her clear idea. Was Mistress going to fill my clear plastic pants with pee or nettles or something equally ‘enjoyable’? Was it the clear inflatable plastic hood that is so clingy and tight once inflated? Was it the clear plastic lenses in one of Mistress Maggie’s sensational hoods?... Then, ‘I am busting to carry it out’ was pretty obvious. I was probably going to be deluged in pee or even be lucky enough to taste a fantastic amount of Maggie’ s golden nectar? I didn’t sleep too well mulling over the many combinations, but eventually drifted off to sleep with a very pleasant erection.

As I made my way to The Chambers for today’s training session I barely gave the options another thought, but when stuck in traffic once more my mind began to wander, this time settling on the dream of being a full time rubber slave to Maggie. However, such a dream soon becomes a nightmare when the reality of such a mammoth change to my life surfaces. 

There are many, many reasons why this will never happen; Mistress has quite categorically stated she does not want/need a full time slave; it takes a LOT of concentration, time and commitment for even our all too brief Friday sessions to be a reality, and the added pressure of a full time d/s relationship on both parties would soon become intolerable. I’d imagine Mistress would tire of my waffling when I could not maintain her high standards 24*7, I have a vanilla life as well that is dear to me… 

Lights change, I’ll come back to this at the next set… I envy those individuals who say they are 24*7 lifestyle slaves but are they being honest? For me, this dream ever being a reality will remain a fantasy, something that will never come to pass and with that realisation I arrive at the chambers door ready to serve my Mistress once more with my whole heart and soul.

Mistress answered wearing what I thought was an incredibly sexy black catsuit. Suitably corrected, the catsuit is PURPLE slave, I did correctly view the black corset belt and shiny black knee length boots. In my defence, entering the cool lighting in the hallway from outside did interfere with my colour perception. It all looked black to me!

I followed Mistress up the stairs, her undulating latex covered cheeks seemingly urging me to give them a kiss, but of course my training prevented such an indiscretion. Instead, it was Mistress’s boots that required the kissing and once in the Playroom I eagerly set to work making them shinier than they had ever been, and once again this was accompanied by Maggie encouraging me with her butterfly crop, a crop renowned for its particularly stingy bite. This provided some amusement as the crop is now well aged and the butterfly kept flying off. What else would you expect from an active butterfly? Naturally, with me already being conveniently on my knees it was my job to retrieve the butterfly, but even with Maggie reducing the strength of her wallops the pesky insect kept trying to fly away. It amused me and Maggie was having a right laugh.

Definitely Purple not black

It didn’t take long for my own red butt plug to be lubed and installed into its temporary accommodation. The satisfying feeling as its last rib slips into place is one I always look forward to and leaves me well filled. The sensation didn’t last long, just sufficient to prepare my bum for its next visitor. This remained a mystery until I’d done a quick shimmy and shake into my working Invincible catsuit. The zip in the appropriate area was then opened sufficiently to allow removal of my plug in exchange for a pair of electric Kegel balls. At Maggie’s request, her husband John had modified some of her electric toys since my last session, each one has its own dedicated cable now, meaning there’ll be no more rooting around to plug them in and eliminating the chance of wires being accidentally pulled out during play. The preparatory stretching with my own plug had obviously worked as the Kegel's offered no resistance as they disappeared deep inside me. A quick test, and yes they worked! 

Reinforcing who is in absolute charge, Mistress ordered me to lie on the bed and once she’d applied shackles to my wrists I was secured to the bed’s corners. Mistress knows that these temporary restraints are not necessary, because had she said, ‘lay still on the bed’, I would have complied without hesitation, but it added to my sense of servitude so I enjoyed being restrained for as long as it took for my crotch zip to be opened a little further and for adhesive electrode pads to be attached, one pair either side of my cock and balls and another pair at the top of my inner thighs. I was surprised with this configuration, I’d been expecting at least one circuit to be pulsing along the length of my shaft, but Mistress knows best and I was happy to go with her chosen flow.

With all the cables collected together, they were pulled through to the outside of my catsuit and the zip pulled up to seal me in. Mistress quizzed me on whether I had guessed what she would be doing with her plaything today, and started to explain the meaning of her calling mail. The ‘clear view’ to which she had referred was a reference to another good wrapping in transparent cling film. I was to be seated on Mistress’s throne, unfortunately without the comfy cushion that Maggie always sits on. That in itself would eventually become a form of torture, because I have learned from past events that prolonged sitting sessions on the Throne can be hard work on the muscles, resulting in a growing discomfort. Oh well, if that is what Mistress wants, so it shall be.

Well, at least the initial discomfort of sitting on the hard wooden throne was ameliorated, as I received some extra latex to wear in the form of a tight hood and a wonderful pair of inflatable mitts. These slipped on easily with a bit of talc but remained deflated for the moment. Maggie now got handy with her cling film rolls with a narrow roll for delicate or hard to film areas and a wide roll for the easier parts.

The initial filming was around my head and neck with the narrow roll avoiding my nose and my mouth, I could see very clearly despite several layers finding their way over my eyes. The wider film was used between my neck and bottom, just above the seat. An unusual addition was the inflatable latex collar which like the mitts was left deflated for now. Mistress, always aware of her slaves wellbeing asked if I was still comfortable on a few occasions. Well, yes as comfortable as the hard chair would permit, certainly the filming was very comfortable.

Maggie raised my feet and began wrapping the narrow film around them, taking time to form it tidily around my toes, the rest of my lower body was attended to with the wider roll right the way up to meet the upper body filming. As you might expect from a very organised Dominatrix, before wrapping my abdomen, Mistress made sure the group of electric cables were considered and a suitable aperture created so they could be threaded through the film to ensure easy attachment to her electric boxes. I could feel my buttocks going a little numb on the hard, unyielding, wooden chair, but I was to become even more intimately joined with it as Mistress picked up her large roll of cling film again and using several layers bound her slave to the chair itself. I became Mistress’s throne, unable to move and a bum that was feeling the pressure, as it happened, in more ways than one.

It is very frustrating to have the electrics ramped up when there aren’t any electrodes attached to your genitals, yet stimulation is being received in immediately surrounding areas; tingling stimulation just to the left of your genitals, tingling stimming just to the right of your genitals, more of the same underneath your balls and the Kegel balls hidden up your bum stimming your insides too, but no direct stimulation of your cock or balls. Mistress really knows how to edge this slave. By now I had my rubber mitts inflated and the rubber collar as well and I was surprised how relaxed and out of control I was feeling.

Maggie, I think, wanted a little fun and offered me the choice of breath play with rubber or plastic. I wish she wouldn’t do that, it means I have to weigh the response. Would she like me to say rubber or film? I chose rubber and out came a roll of rubber bandage. Mistress took her scissors and cut a length from it, just long enough to tie around my film covered head, which immediately removed the last vestiges of free air flow. She had me gasping, but after a short while I discovered that with a little subtle movement of my tongue, I was able to get the merest of air flow and sucked in what little air I could. 

It enabled me to keep going for much longer than Maggie had expected or hoped for. What really kept me going was Mistress’s close proximity, the occasional caress, the increase in electro-stim and the ability to gaze on her beauty when she floated in front of me. I got the impression Mistress was not too enamoured with the lack of breathlessness from her slave, so I was given a second chance to impress her, this time with the help of plastic. My rubber bandage was removed and a single layer of clingfilm was stretched tightly over my face, I had no air available now, but again, after a short time I had managed to make a very small air hole. Afterwards Mistress told me that the film had worked better, however, I had not suffered as much as she’d have liked from this breath play scene.

The electrics were ramped up a few notches and Maggie attended to the film surrounding my latex hood, cutting it away and allowing me some momentary relief. Not too much as my mouth was soon stuffed full with an inflatable tube gag. We were now ready to move on to the next phase, as outlined in her calling mail . . .  ‘Busting to carry it out’.

Mistress had been storing her pee all morning and she produced a bag with a considerable amount of what turned out to be her personal chilled champagne. But what really turned me into a slobbering wreck was the sight of Maggie opening her catsuit zip and depositing another large amount of fresh pee into a strategically placed jug. The sight and sound of my Mistress standing and filling the jug right in front of my eyes had me salivating. Then I watched as she slowly opened the bag of pre prepared pee and added the steaming contents of the jug into the bag. She showed me the bag and there was exactly a litre right in front of my face.

She hung up the bag of pee on a nearby stand, then connecting its outlet tube to my mouth gag I became a sealed recycling unit for Mistress’s pee. I could breathe through my nose and at the same time drink all that was offered. The occasional pump of the bag’s syphoning bulb gave an increase to the flow, not enough to overfill my mouth, but enough to keep me sucking and swallowing. When the pee wasn't being pumped, I took hearty sucks on the contents, eager to empty the 1 litre of pee from the bag. I managed every last drop and it is fair to say I was no longer thirsty!

The cling film that had kept me secured on the chair was now removed, and although still being very much wrapped up like a mummy I was gently helped onto the latex bed where Mistress took off my hood and gave me an S10 gas mask instead. For the second time today I was to lie down and Mistress cut away a hole to extract my cock and balls, she then strung them up on a bondage board and proceeded to cover them in punishing steel clamps. At this point I started to panic.

The stimulation of my cock by the clips, plus the continuous throbbing from the electrics had the contents of my bowels and bladder starting to complain. I really didn’t want to release the litre of consumed pee nor the aforementioned bowel contents into Maggie's Playroom. What a disaster that would be. I really had to beg to be allowed to go to the toilet. 

Understanding the emergency I saw Mistress snipping with her scissors unlike never before, at last I was free from my plastic wrapping and rushing across the landing. And boy did I need to go, but only after I had to removed the cock clamps that Maggie had evilly left in situ. I gingerly removed the Kegel balls, they’d been much easier to insert than extract on this occasion . . .  For all the wrong reasons! I sat for a good ten minutes, most embarrassed that I had to deal with these bodily functions within a stone’s throw of Mistress.

Mistress did have something else that she wished to inflict on her slave but that will wait for next time. Apart from the last 10 minutes of utter shame I had another thoroughly enjoyable experience of serving Mistress Maggie, but I suspect in the near future Maggie will be making sure she gets more satisfaction from her breath-taking activities. 

Thank you Mistress.