You Raise Me Up

Today, Mistress Maggie had to work very hard to achieve her planned activities and I really do appreciate all that effort that Maggie puts in while entertaining her slave. The day was ushered in with the obligatory calling mail, where I only got the merest hint as to what Mistress wished to do with her subject.

‘Your rubber Mistress will be working magic with her uncompromising ideas and hopes you can rise to the occasion.’

A single sentence that didn’t give much away, but sufficient to start me on my upwards path to get me ‘in the zone’. I arrived on time, and as always my senses were instantly being overwhelmed by the vision of Maggie as she greeting me in yet another latex ensemble that I have never seen before. Mistress is a stunning lady and her sensuality was certainly enhanced by the hotpants and corseted waistline she had chosen, in contrast her legs were adorned in striking tiger print tights and boots laced upto her knees. When I see Maggie I always start getting deep into my sub-space, ready and willing to do whatever…

The first task after following Mistress upstairs to The Playroom, admittedly as close as I dare to that wonderful bottom, was to disappear to the Bathroom returning in just my slave collar, black latex socks and black latex gloves, which incidentally are brand new, zipped and chlorinated from a well-known supplier. I have learnt that Maggie does appreciate having her bottom cheeks gently stroked by soft, chlorinated gloves and I hoped that later I might be allowed to give a few gentle strokes to those glorious globes.

Anyway, to the business in hand, I lay supine on the floor in front of the most wonderful woman and set about worshipping her black lace-ups. It appears that using the riding crop across any bits in range has now become somewhat of a ritual, and I am not sure how I would feel if Mistress didn’t grant me a few clouts with the crop. On this occasion I needn’t have worried, because Mistress had already decided that after she had put her crop down my backside was going to receive considerably more than a few strokes with a plethora of instruments.

On my knees in front of Mistress I was told to turn round with head on floor. That naturally thrust my backside high and tight into the Playroom air. It was time for me to be reminded what a good whipping was really like and not the playful strokes of her crop. When asked about preferences I naturally opted for the ‘softer’ flagellation implements and picking up a suede whip Maggie got my whipping lesson in motion.

That was only the start, as Maggie progressed through a series of suede whips before moving onto more substantial leather ones with far more impact. The strokes I received continued to land harder and harder until my ass was stinging. Maggie worked her way through belts, tawses and a dressage whip, I could actually hear its swish, swish as Mistress prepared and aimed the next blow; these things I had never encountered before. The final couple of whipping strokes did make me jump as Maggie changed to her single tailed whip. Now, that one can really deploy a most painful sting, and I was rather pleased when Maggie declared that was enough.

Relieved of further pain I was left with a stinging arse and a smile, because I had barely whimpered while Maggie was obviously getting pleasure from reminding me that a good whipping can be a good release for both Mistress and slave.

Whilst I was in that very convenient position, Mistress lubed my arse with a well-greased finger and a vibrating butt plug then inserted. That kept me buzzing for quite a while, but more about that later.

I was quickly dressed in my Invincible suit, then seated on a chair. Mistress set about giving my head a thorough cling filming followed by a silver duct tape layer. The cling film was so accurately and tightly moulded round my mouth that even when I tried to breath out nothing escaped round the cling film, the effect was like having the most secure and sound deadening gag that I have ever experienced. A cling film gag, now that is a novelty.  

The next phase required really hard work from my Mistress, her intention was to seal me in the leather body bag, strap me to The Plank and raise me up using the overhead gantry. We assembled The Plank, but then I made a tactical mistake by suggesting that I be fitted into the bodybag whilst standing then ease myself down onto The Plank. I’d made the simplest of miscalculations, thinking I could bend my knees to lower myself onto The Plank. No can do! The leather body bag is also leather lined making it tough and virtually rigid, so we decided the appropriate method would be to lie the sack on the plank and for me to gently ease myself in. That worked a treat and goes to show that I still have a lot of learning to do to help my Mistress.

Word of advice for any wannabe plankers, don't bounce down on the plank and certainly not in the middle. It is a very strong plank but even that might have its limits, so be gentle.

Once incarcerated in all that heavy leather, Mistress completed the final touches of zipping and lacing me in. With all the extra exertion caused by my poor choice of bagging, I too was showing signs of exertion. Remember, my head was still cling filmed and taped, all the extra air flow had to be via my nose and I was snorting as I drew in the extra air. Mistress asked if I was struggling, but when I tried to say I was OK I couldn’t get any air past the gag and as a consequence couldn’t convey anything to Maggie. Like the caring person she is, she interpreted my funny noises through the gag as distress. Off came the head covering greeted by a 'That feels better' from me.

In the period that I was wearing my head covering it was fantastic, as a bonus, by the way my head had been taped I could still see through my clingfilm covered eyes. Head wrapping is a big kink of mine and today’s wrap was an all too brief and wonderful experience. My only comment is that I may have benefitted from a little more slack around my neck. Still, no complaints.

While Mistress was still in my sights I rather cheekily commented that it was unlikely that I would get the opportunity to stroke her wonderful bottom now, what with my hands hidden deep inside my body bag’s internal sleeves. To my delight and utter amazement, Maggie straddled my face so I could stroke it with my mouth instead. Her glorious bum in black latex hot pants descended onto my face, and that kept me busy for a while. Another example of how kind and caring Mistress can be towards her slaves. I certainly didn’t delay in kissing that thin black latex line between her bum cheeks. Hmmm …

Still on the subject of face coverings, I was then fitted into a rather nice gas mask and the sack’s leather hood was pulled up around it. Tan straps were used to secure me to the Plank and chains strategically placed to facilitate my suspension on the Gantry. 

I don’t know what it is with my arse and vibrating butt plugs, but there always seems to be a hic-cough whereby batteries run out, the remote doesn’t work, or like today it turns off accidentally. I often wear my Invincible suit with its many zips, and there may be one of the problems. The zip and on-off switch are in close proximity, and I think that every time I move, the zip comes in contact with the vibrator’s switch and it’s only a matter of time before the contact results in the off button being pressed. The plugs would be all well and good if I was lying there naked with my legs in the air, but my sessions are not like that. Typically they include quite a bit of movement and heavier multilayer bondage, meaning a device can be disturbed but cannot be seen or accessed easily, less wiggling in delight from me might help too! Mistress went on to successfully excavate the errant butt plug and insert an electro egg up the vacated orifice. Strong sensations from her Sensavox electronic device were soon being felt in the dark depths of my back passage.

Before Mistress started the mammoth task of raising me, she extricated my cock through both my suit and body bag and I was suitably prepped for the big lift. In a similar vein to a sea shanty, Mistress belted out a few strains from ‘You Raise Me Up’ as she undertook the task of hoisting me up on the suspended chains. I started to mumble along with it too as I am familiar with the tune but not the words, so I looked up the lyrics when I got home and I thought the chorus is how I feel towards my wonderful owner.

    You raise me up so I can stand on mountains

    You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

    I am strong when I am on your shoulders

    You raise me up to more than I can be

Anyway, that mumbling was soon stopped when Mistress attached a big bubble bottle and aromas hose to my gas mask, and as I bubbled away quite merrily I’m sure I detected the wonderful scent of Eau de Maggie in the water. Mistress was a little concerned that I might need a neck pillow, but the hood of the bag provided an ideal support and I lay there very comfortable, gently swinging and just happy to be doing whatever Maggie wanted to do to her slave.

I felt a sound being inserted down into my cock, then something else in the same hole and … it turns out I easily accommodated 4 sounds down my urethra that Maggie proceeded to pleasure her slave with as she slowly glided them in and out. What is unusual and only evident from the post session analysis, was the lack of stimulation from the sprig of nettles that Maggie was teasing me with. I usually get a really nice tingle from the many and varied methods Mistress uses for nettling, and I felt disappointed that I missed the tingling stinging results from this seasons’ bunch. Still, the nettle season is far from over, so if I’m lucky…

Two more electrodes were attached; one to the sounds and the second to the base of my cock, once activated electric pulses were rolling all about my nether regions while Mistress helped me to become a better all-round slave by gradually extending my thresholds once again. 

Mistress Maggie told me that she had achieved what she had hoped with the body bag and plank suspension, and that she would have loved to keep her subject in the bag for a lot, lot longer, but the suspension took a little longer and all good things must end. 

I would like once more to thank Mistress Maggie for all the effort that she invested into today’s session and I am a really fortunate slave to be owned by such a wonderful, kind and caring, if occasionally a little sadistic Mistress. 

Caution: This 02:09min leather suspension clip has audio

Getting Warmer

I was a little better prepared for this session as the calling e-mail did at least contain a few slivers of clues as to where Mistress Maggie wanted to go today -

'… Pack your kit bag with your Invincible catsuit and matching black accessories, plus your red butt plug to bring along to session. Your rubber nurse will be performing operations, hopefully without increasing your fear of needles, but a steady smell of rubber will be provided to help you stay relaxed'.

Well it sounded like we’d be ending up in the Clinic and also likely a few pins and needles would be stuck into Mistresses cock and balls. It was an interesting prospect and as a consequence I was somewhat excited when I arrived.

For the first time this year, Mistress Maggie had me starting to perspire inside my two layers of latex but more of this later. I was already being made to feel a little steamy under the collar as soon as I was greeted by Mistress; a vision in latex at the door to the Chambers. 

Mistress was just about covered with her natural latex dress. I say just about, because my lustful gaze was drawn to the top of her beautiful nylon covered thighs, that were exposed beneath its hemline. Her incredibly erotic dress was adorned with a red cap and red wrist covers and at the other end, Mistress wore her cream lace up boots. This assault on my senses almost made me forget to present the flowers I had brought for Mistress and some wine for Maggie and her husband as it is shortly to be his birthday.

Returning from the Bathroom in my foundation garments of black latex gloves and socks, and still proudly wearing my slave collar, I set about my first duty, that of boot worship. Mistress was casually swinging her crop, ‘Slave, I will be cropping any fat bits that come in range of my crop while you are tending to my boots’, she said. Well that was a relief, there would be no cock and ball cropping as they could certainly not be classed as fat, or so I thought. 

It is actually quite difficult kissing and licking the front of the boots due to the pronounced laces, the best tactic is not to give too much heed to what passes beneath your tongue, just be careful and lick everything. I was also consigned onto my back, between Mistresses legs, so that I could accept the small heels into my mouth for cleaning. The soles didn’t make life any easier as they are heavily ribbed and knobbly. Anyway, I did my best as I always do and by way of gratitude Mistress gave me a couple of crops on the less fatty bits!

I received a black hood after the worship and I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but as I leaned forward for the zip to be closed I took opportunity to briefly snuggle into the upper reaches of the natural latex dress. Life just gets better and better. 

My own Invincible suit went on relatively easily with the help of a little talc but wasn’t the end of my latex covering. Hanging in a neat clothing bag was another latex suit; a thinner chlorinated one in a clinical red colour. Mistress extracted it from the bag. I have had the privilege of wearing this on a few occasions and the feel is simply divine. As I mentioned, it is of very thin latex and needs extreme caution to get it on. The ankle, waistline and wrists cuffs are reinforced and were the only parts that needed to be stretched as I donned the suit. 

It feels so slinky and slithery on top of my working suit and I immediately felt a difference in temperature; the two suits holding the warmth of my body and gradually getting me a little warmer and warmer. I knew that even if Maggie opened the crotch zips of both suits I was going to get a lot warmer as the session progressed.

Neat stitching

Mistress clipped a lead on my collar and guided me through to the Clinic which was neatly set out with straps, sheets etc that Maggie needed for her operations. I was instructed to climb on the couch and position myself with my legs up so Maggie could access my bum. I have had a lot of practice and am pretty well versed with positioning myself appropriately, and although manoeuvring was a little hampered by the stout tan straps that Mistress had  just used to strap my arms to my body, it only took a little shuffle to end up where Mistress wanted me.

Despite the tan straps Mistress must have thought I might still manage to escape her operations, because she took care of my hands too, fitting and inflating rubber mittens on them before using the couch straps and stirrups to fix me in place. Utilising the pre opened bum zip, an anal electrode was thrust into the deepest darkest void and tested for connectivity. It worked and continued its stimulation for the rest of the time it was inside my backside.

I had no idea what kind of special operation Nurse Maggie had planned for me, but she said, ‘It’s best you have a catheter. Now seems like a good time’, before disappearing from the clinic to wash her hands. The familiar operation to install a catheter is, by now, almost routine; gloves on, sterile drapes, meths to clean the area (that stings), anaesthetic down the pee hole and after a suitable delay to allow the lube to numb the area the sterile gloves are unpacked, donned, and the catheter slipped in. It was with so little fuss and certainly no discomfort whatsoever, that I did have to ask if it was in! Whether it was an experiment I don’t know, but Maggie only used 20mm of saline to 2/3 inflate the catheter balloon and also attached a stopper rather than a piss bag. I didn’t find out that there was no bag until a while later. You’ll see what happened.

Moving on to the meat of an operation, Maggie as thoughtful as ever recommended a latex anaesthesia hood and aromas pump hose because things were likely to be a little painful during the main procedure. Maggie explained it would be a new kind of suturing today and proceeded to sew stitches down both sides of my cock, attaching it to my balls and stitching a pair of electrodes into the op zone while she was at it. As usual, I couldn’t see this delicate operation but could feel the needle going in and I am quite pleased with myself that I didn’t make a sound. What wasn’t so pleasing was the fact I orgasmed again as Mistress was finishing off her suturing.

I am beginning to understand why I orgasm in this kind of operation; I believe it is to do with the realisation that my manhood is no longer worth anything. The fact that I am gladly accepting that my Mistress has that much control over my cock and balls really hits the spot.

With the drape removed Maggie now raised the couch to a more upright position so she could attach me to the waiting bellows; Maggie's own creation and relatively easy to live with. However, just like other types of rebreathing set-ups the seal between the hood and bellows needed to be complete, which meant my eye holes had to go. Maggie soon took care of that by adding one of her rubber blindfolds and I spent quite a relaxing time accepting my recycled air through the bellows, enhanced by the occasional infusion of wonderful aromas and the constant electric stimulation in my bum, behind the sutures and all places in-between.

By this time I was becoming confused about my increasing need to pee. Surely the catheter would take care of that need? Anyway, I just let go. I couldn’t hold it and alerted Mistress to the fact I thought I was peeing myself. ‘You have!’, was the bad news from Maggie. Apparently pee was seeping out around the stopper and making a mess on the clinic floor. A catheter bag was now attached which immediately started filling up with the contents of my desperate bladder. With amusement in her voice Maggie told me what would be happening next. ‘Right slave, that’s it. You’ve made a mess and will have to be punished, again!’

The punishment was to drink the contents of my own pee bag and this was achieved by taking my hood off, strapping a tube gag into my mouth and putting the hood back on again. Despite the leakage I had drained a considerable volume into the bag and devious as ever, Mistress made sure I drank big mouthfuls by pumping it in. 

It did take a lot of recycling and even when the cath bag was empty there was more. Mistress had reserved some of her own pee for such an occasion, this treat came in a jug and Maggie used a syringe to deliver the extra fluid down the tube gag. I have to admit that that unnerved me a lot. I had no control of what went in and no option but to drink or gag.

Mistress has always to be in control, but by this time I was struggling to drink which is very disappointing considering I like Mistresses pee far more than my own. It was getting a little late by this time and Mistress decided to use my pleas for mercy to bring the session to a close. Of course I was still wearing stitches, taking those out was far more painful than insertion because I was post orgasm and coming down from my high. 

I wouldn’t have missed the experience for anything, and by the end quite a lot of sweat had built up inside my own suit. Having received enough punishment for one day I was fortunate that none managed to leak onto Mistress Maggie's clinic floor!

And finally, another big THANK YOU to the most perfect Mistress a slave could ever want or need.

Caution: This 02:00min rubber and pissplay clip has audio

So Those are my Brains!

I had to ask Mistress Maggie NOT to bring out her e-stim towards the end of our session. Imagine my embarrassment at having to beg for such a regular and so enjoyable treat not to be deployed, but by this time I was completely knackered and literally drained. 

The calling email was absolutely no help whatsoever in helping me prepare for such an exciting but demanding session. Here’s what I received -

'Your rubber nurse will be checking your health and if needed may have suitable remedies for you about her person'.

Stainless steel speculum

I mean, how could I tell from that that I was in for the most magnificent pegging any slave could wish for, and that was only one part of the surprises that Maggie had in store for her loyal rubber slave today.

As you might expect, we started with me being invited through the front door of The Chambers, this time by a vision of a nurse in black and white latex. Once inside my first task was to give Maggie her belated birthday present, then I took off my shoes and with preliminaries completed I followed Mistress upstairs towards the Playroom. During the climb I was able to take in and admire some of the subtleties of Maggie's attire: The asymmetric black latex skirt, very smart black boots with sensible heels, a white latex apron and white latex waist cincher, her arms were covered with a pair of striking gauntlets, all topped off with the red nurse cross on Maggie's white latex cap. What I couldn't see from behind was the outline of the strap-on harness hidden under her apron.

Mistress has never been slow at getting me into some latex, due to the winter chill I was allowed to quickly strip and don my latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and boot worship followed immediately. I find the act of worshipping Mistresses boots puts me in the correct frame of mind for the remainder of the session, and the encouragement I received from Mistresses flogger pushed me into what I can only describe as my sub-space, ready and willing to participate in anything and everything Maggie wanted to do with me. It was the first time I’d been introduced to this flogger as it had been a recent birthday gift from another of her slaves.

A swift wriggle had me into my working suit, once more dressed as Mistresses latex slave for the day. The chill on the rubber soon wears off once you’re zipped up. Mistress picked up the red butt plug that I had deposited on the cabinet and told me to prepare to be invaded. I did as any trained slave would do and retrieved the Playroom Horse to save Mistress the struggle of moving it. She slid her hand to open my crotch  zip and whilst supine across the horse, Mistress applied copious quantities of lubricant to both my anus and butt plug and within seconds, with no fuss or discomfort, it plopped into place. That final, familiar tingle as the last rib goes in is a wonderful feeling. I know it is in, is reliably secure and soon to be zipped securely out of sight.

In more recent sessions I have had an electric plug or anal hook fitted up my bum, but I must admit I had missed the pleasant stretching and was glad my not so little friend was back home. I was to wear fist mittens today before the final adornment to my uniform was snugly fitted; a black latex zipped hood with open eye, mouth and nasal holes. All in all a most comfortable hood to complete my all black appearance.

Following Mistress through to The Clinic I knew the drill. as soon as my crotch zip was suitably opened, Maggie instructed me to climb onto the couch and arrange myself so my bum was in an accessible position. I shuffled my buttocks until they were at the foot of the couch, raised and spread my legs into the waiting stirrups and relaxed as Mistress buckled me down with the stout plastic straps, adjusted my pillow and manoeuvred the couch into the optimum height and position for her investigations. I hadn’t expected my little friend to be removed so soon after arriving home, but once the gloves were on, out it came, leaving my now slightly stretched ring wondering what it had done wrong to have its friend so rudely removed. 

My sphincter didn't have long to wait as Maggie retrieved her steel speculum to facilitate a more in-depth observation of my asshole, and once again I could feel my hole being stretched. Judging by her comments, I think Maggie might be looking for a larger smoother model to further stretch that passage in the future. Perhaps another late birthday present is on the cards, although if truth be known, I don't need much of an excuse to help fund this type of lovely equipment. Anyway, Maggie can be a real tease and after a good firtling around that’s exactly what she did.

She mentioned that she had her large dildo on under her apron (may have suitable remedies for you about her person.) and went on to describe its length and girth and asked if I wanted to see it. Another tease as Mistress knew quite well that I couldn't get into the right angle on the couch to view the rubbery invader. No matter, I certainly felt the size where it really mattered as it slowly entered where my friend had once resided. 

My backside now had a new friend that was far more active than my red butt plug. Mistress made sure it went all the way in and if it had balls they would have slapped against my buttocks as Maggie increased the thrusts. It is such a liberating feeling to be fucked by your owner, all cares vanished as I concentrated on the wonderful seeing to I was being allowed to experience. As Mistress continued to pound me her heavyweight latex apron was pounding my exposed cock and balls, until her gyrating movements slowed down and I tried to follow the retreating phallus with a last downward thrust of my hips in an attempt to prolong my sojourn to heaven.

Mistress was intent on exploring the depths of my inner workings and fitted an anal spreader to enable better access to my brains! Mistresses description, not mine. The last time I had this spreader fitted it could be expelled too easily, making it difficult to achieve any meaningful ass dilation, but recognising this shortcoming Maggie went on to design a suitable elasticated harness that clipped to the equipment and, et voila, stretch away with no danger of it plopping out. A twist on one screw followed by the others had it achieving a spread that Maggie was satisfied with. I swear I could feel the chill draft up the Khyber, but that may have been in my imagination.

What was not in my imagination was the semi transparent rebreather hood that was then neatly and snugly fitted over my black hood. I have used this wonderful hood in the past and with long slow breaths in and out it is easy to obtain sufficient air, although being double hooded made breathing a little more difficult but nothing a well trained slave shouldn't be able to handle. Also not in my imagination, but a lot closer to my 'brains', Mistress now having sufficient clearance in the neck of the anal spreader chose to sneak the Playroom vibrator in there. The first was a little restrictive so Maggie decided to try a slimmer one, now that really hit the spot! With a few more turns of the screws who knows what Mistress will be able to fit up my arse.

The rebreather hood kept me focussing on my breathing for around 20 minutes before it was replaced by Mistress’ monkey gas mask, and excitement set in when a hose with a perforated dildo was screwed on as an attachment. Talk about tease, Maggie told me that this little tube was about to enter her most intimate, sacred place and she was raising up her apron as she spoke. Talk about heaven; I could sense the dildo entering that sacred orifice. I could once again taste my Mistress and then the air gradually ran out the deeper the tube was inserted. leaving me sucking as hard as I could. God knows what pleasures Maggie was getting knowing her slave was sucking at her pussy and struggling for air. From my point of view, I could think of a lot worse ways for my life to ebb away than by having my last breaths lost deep inside my Mistress.

I am not sure I was pleased or disappointed when Mistress removed the hose and allowed me more air, with a quick wipe with a sterile wipe the hose was taken to the foot of the couch to be inserted into my own bum.  Imagine being suffocated up your own bottom! It felt strange and nowhere near as enjoyable as its previous location, but Mistress said, ‘It’s as much as you deserve for all the complaining you did while I was pleasuring myself slave’.

Relief in the form of the aromas pump hose was fixed to my gas mask port next, and I inhaled several long deep breaths of the relaxing aromas. A nice precursor to the next item on Maggie's to do list. She mentioned that last night as she was drifting off to sleep she thought of a new method for securing my cock and balls out of harms way, and as a natural guinea pig I was keen and eager to find out what the new method would look like when completed. Out came the stapler and Mistress became very busy with her work. I couldn't see the artistry being created but Mistress assured me that it looked remarkably like a sausage roll or penis parcel. Not for the first time, once in the midst of losing any semblance of being a male, I ejaculated. ‘Oh dear, oh dear, everything is going to be painful for you now then’, she said bringing out some stout needles and sticking them in down there ready for some electro play.

By now, the post orgasm downer was setting in and when I was asked if we should proceed with the final part of the training to add a little spark of electrics to my scrotum, I regrettably had to beg for discontinuing my heavenly journey. The main reason for requesting an end to today’s training was the pain associated with removing the staples. As I said, this wasn’t the first time I had exploded during a mangina-ing and on another occasion the staple removal really caused some discomfort. When the staples were removed from today’s ‘penis parcel’ Maggie could only giggle and acknowledge the mess I had made. I know I am there to do whatever Mistress wants, but when offered the choice I took the embarrassing cowards way out. Sorry Mistress.

However, every cloud has a silver lining because the extra time created by embarrassingly losing my bottle was usefully devoted to assisting Mistress Maggie with a comprehensive clean of all the latex, and of course her Clinic. Sometimes I am allowed to assist with the latex washing but today I was allowed to help with in depth cleaning. I feel that by helping Mistress in this way that she may have a more relaxing weekend, free of major cleaning and for that I am really grateful.

Thank you Mistress and many more pleasant and productive dreams.

Caution: This 02:13min breathplay dildo clip has audio.

Internet Ideas

In the intervening period between my wonderful sessions with Mistress Maggie, I frequently seek solace by aimlessly browsing the ‘interesting’ areas of the internet, and if I come across a video that floats my boat I will imagine if it could be useful to my Mistress. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, my training sessions are all about pleasing Maggie and as such I never prescribe any actions for her to take. However, I have had good telling's off because of this lack of input, so occasionally I will send a scenario or even a link to a video I have viewed over to her.

Because Mistress does take care of all her slaves interests, she may or may not try to incorporate all or part of my offerings, but not normally for a few weeks. This means it is not fresh in my memory and when the suggestion materialises, the surprise is genuine. On this occasion, with it being a long break over the Christmas period (Happy New Year by the way), I had spotted two videos that piqued my interest.

The first scene was a woman who indicated she liked appearing in public wearing an almost invisible gag. I searched for appropriate clear medical tape, located a source and ordered several rolls of differing sizes to experiment with. When they arrived, I wasted no time testing and deploying the gag and although it took several attempts because activating the tape was tricky, I finally mastered the actions and dropped Mistress a note outlining what I had found.

This internet idea turned out to be a major disaster. I was instructed to bring the tape to this session and once I’d put on some latex and presented myself at her feet, Mistress also had a go at trying out the invisible gag. I had lost sight of the number of attempts I’d had at home before I was able to satisfactorily deploy an effective gag with the tape; probably a dozen, and I was not wearing latex gloves as Mistress was. It wasn’t going well and I could tell there was increasing frustration in Mistresses voice after each attempt at peeling the back and front of the tape covering. Mistress as always persisted and after several attempts managed to deploy the gag. ‘So that’s what you like is it slave?’, she asked, ‘and how do you intend to worship my footwear now?’. 

My inability to answer resulted in several heavy slaps to my face, so heavy that I am certain I saw little stars dancing around. Mistress was clearly not impressed with the tape and I hastily removed it and got down to what I had been trained to do; a good boot licking accompanied by cracks of her riding crop on my ass.

Now the second suggestion, although only a couple of days ago, was partly incorporated into the session by Maggie. I will enlighten you a little later, but first it was time to climb into my latex uniform of thick working suit and hood. I was then instructed to kneel on the latex bed where a piece of cold steel was pushed up my ass in the form of an anal hook. That sensual little plop as the bulbous head finds its way through my sphincter always generates a very pleasant shudder as it sinks home. Using a good tug Mistress tightly latched the hook onto a leather harness that hung down my back. Pulled tight meant I was held upright otherwise its neck strap would start to choke me. 

Continuing her predilection with leather restraints, Maggie produced more trustworthy items from her collection; a pair of armbinders. These were part of my revealed fantasy and Maggie was now attaching them to my arms. Hands were pushed deep into each mitt and the lace pulled tight until both arms were quite rigid. I had suggested a single armbinder in my fantasy, but Mistress knows that it could soon become too problematic for a slave of my years, whereas individual armbinders are just as effective, can easily be adjusted and are more versatile. My arms were pulled behind me and three straps drew them closer and closer together. 

I got such a boost when Mistress complimented me on how far she could pull my arms together, as quite a few slaves have difficulty with this exercise. Imagine compliments from your owner, I felt like I was walking on air! That didn’t last long, and I was soon brought down to earth with the fixing of a relatively short but very heavy leg spreader, my mouth was then filled with a bulging rubber bulb gag and a lead snapped onto my collar. Yes, this was another part of the fantasy. I was going to be taken for a walk round the Chambers. 

It is incredibly difficult to get through doorways with the spreader on, if I were to attempt the ‘normal’ waddle walk I would batter chunks out of doors and skirting boards, so believing I'd had enough face slaps for one day I developed a crablike gait to get through doors sideways. Thankfully I managed without any damage and we ended up in the bathroom where Maggie needed a pee. She deposited a good few centimetres into a jug right in front of my eyes. If that wasn’t sufficiently frustrating, Maggie removed the gag and bending a little instructed me to lick and clean her bottom. I strained to get my tongue onto her sphincter and managed a few wonderful moments before Maggie moved off, carrying her jug of pee and dragging her slave behind. A brief sojourn into the second room to allow Mistress to cover herself in her plastic suit again and change her belt, then a final crab walk back to the playroom. 

Mistress obviously knows how to pleasure this slave and had me bow to my Majesty. Of course I did, and the strain on the anal hook got stronger and stronger the deeper I was instructed to bow, and of course I loved it because it was amusing Maggie.

Mistress then pointed out I would be going into a bodybag, but before I was granted that privilege I was sat on the wooden chair and received the luxury of having my cock pumped and then stuffed with sounds. With a grin, Mistress said that I needed to be stiff if I was to be sealed in the corpse bag which was already laid out on the bed. It certainly worked, I always appreciate a good pumping and my cock was treated to Maggie’s glass sounds today.

Obviously the spreader had to be removed before I could climb into the corpse bag, and the straps to the armbinders were also disconnected, but I opted to keep my latex hood on as it was comfortable and cosy. Mistress began fitting me into an inflatable gasmask hood, in a strange way I was glad she did not pump it up, because it gives incredibly pleasing sensations; you breathe in and out and the outer hood ripples in sympathy with the breathing. To avoid any fiddling about once inside the body bag, Mistress attached a short length of rope to loosely tie my wrists behind my back.

The corpse bag consists of an inner and outer layer, the inner layer being more like a transparent pouch. Climbing into it was easy as I have been well trained and once Maggie was happy with my positioning she attached electrodes, creating a couple of electric circuits round my cock and balls. Because there was no access for leads the power box had to be enclosed in the bag with me and a mass of pulsating sensations were soon to be felt caressing my nether regions. A hose attached to my gas mask would be my only link with the outside world. As I lay there I realised the wrists ropes were incredibly effective at stopping me from fiddling with my stiff cock. My incarceration time had arrived. The plastic inner cover was eased round my head and I could just make out Maggie's wonderful body encased in her plastic and rubber, then the outer covering was zipped across and I was in complete darkness. 

I was once again able to enjoy quiet solitude, to focus on how incredibly fortunate I am to be a slave to my stunning Mistress. Every now and then I could just hear the hiss of the aromas pump as another dose was administered, but other than that noise I could hear very little. I imagined my Goddess moving silently round her bodybag, occasionally gently touching the bag to ensure I hadn’t become a real stiff and ruin all the good training. All the while the pulsing electrodes were continuously massaging my cock and balls.

This went on for what seemed a long while and I wondered what it would be like to stay in this state for ever until I noticed a subtle change to my breathing. I first detected a bubbling and realised that Maggie had now got me breathing through a bubble bottle. A few seconds later I could detect a different mild scent and realised that I was now breathing air through Mistresses pee. What a sensation. All my air was being fed through Maggie's waste material and I loved it. I could taste Maggie, and as I wasn’t able to drink the nectar it was fantastic to breathe and taste that scent. Then I detected a mingling of aromas with the pee scent and spent a good ten minutes deeply immersed by this magical mixture. I learnt later that Mistress had added a few drops of aromas to the bubble bottle. 

I lay there breathing in and experiencing Maggie’s gentle touch and wishing the electrics could be turned up a little. That wasn’t gong to happen because as I said, the unit had been sealed inside the body bag.

Apart from the face slapping earlier which I clearly deserved through my stupidity, I had the most wonderful experiences from Mistress Maggie and the solitude I experienced inside the dead bag further cemented my feeling of devotion, dedication and love for my Mistress.

Thank you Maggie.

Warning: This 2:03min corpse bag bondage clip has audio

Retribution

I am disappointed to have to admit to falling below the high standards that Mistress Maggie expects of her slaves and I paid the price for that slovenliness with several good thwacks from one of Mistresses stout canes. It also set the little grey cells whirling and the germ of a theory concerning when I am due to be chastised is starting to develop.

I know that over a period of time even the most dedicated of slaves commits misdemeanours and these have to be accounted for. The problem is that I can never tell when the misdemeanours accumulate to become a felony. (Apologies for the American terminology but the definitions fit exactly the problem). My theory starts at the notification email and in this case it contained no guidance, nothing, zip...

'I will leave your session content as a mystery …'

Mistress knows when I need a good caning but she is too considerate towards her slaves to worry them unnecessarily and so gives nothing away. My recent misdemeanours included failing to perform in a recent breath play scene involving a plastic bag, being late with posting a blog, poor formatting of said blog, taking Mistresses butt plug home up my bum etc… I certainly deserved the punishment and yes I would have been a little concerned if the calling mail had said your arse is going to receive a good caning tomorrow. Going forward I shall continue to monitor the theory, because in the future I will no doubt be due another punishment. Anyway, back to the content of the session.

Mistress greeted me into her Chambers wearing a black latex leotard that accentuated her rather nice bottom, the red corset and what can only be described as her handlebar hood with tasselled latex appendages. All this, together with black stockings hooked on to a good number of visible suspenders, made Mistress look incredibly inviting, yet there was still no reference made to the stinging arse I was about to receive. In the Playroom a little housekeeping was required to replace the existing heater with the more powerful one that we retrieved from the adjacent room. It was a rather chilly afternoon and Mistress instructed me to change into my red latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and still no inkling as to the beating that was forthcoming.

I should have guessed that Mistress had something extraordinary planned as I cleaned and worshipped those wonderful legs, because each time my butt came in range I received a splat with her cane rather than the normal paddling I’d  receive from a crop. I was also given a thwack when I couldn’t state how many studs I'd licked on each boot. I panicked with this unexpected question, said 5 and got another thwack. There are actually 7 studs per boot for future reference.

I was then to be turned into what looked like a wallflower, well if a slave with a red latex hood and a toilet collar zipped round his neck equates to a wallflower. Anyway, after having the ruff fixed I was to ease my way under the toilet box and lay squarely on the drip tray ready to take a welcome infusion of what I hoped would be Mistresses nectar. Mistress had already taken measures to prevent her toilet from leaking by pushing a butt plug into my rectal pipe. I didn’t have long to wait, as the lid opened and Mistresses private parts gradually blocked out the light from the room, but not before I was able to gauge what direction the refreshment would arrive. After a few adjustments, I was able to capture the stream fully in my eager open mouth. I don't think Mistress wants to drown her slaves in piss and regulated her flow to start and stop two or three times. Strangely after each interruption to the flow, the next stream required further adjustment. Mistress had warned me she was busting to relieve herself, so this slave gratefully provided that relief.

Oh boy, was I satiated when Mistress finished and given the added bonus of being sent back under the pan to slurp up the considerable pool that had found its way to the drip tray. After my welcome drink, I was sent to the bathroom to tidy myself up and remove the ruff. As an aside, because of the incredible flow and lack of capturing accurately, some pee had seeped into the hood and around to my ear. A quick easing of the hood soon had that problem resolved.

Returning from the Bathroom it was on to a new position, bum in the air so Mistress could apply electrodes, one to each bum cheek and set off the strangest feeling that set my butt a tingling. Ok, so now I was advised that it wasn’t the only stimulation my backside was to receive and it was at this point Maggie reminded me of all the felonies I had committed and I would receive appropriate restitution for each one.

I had the ignominy of actually volunteering to retrieve the horse that was to be used to support my portly frame. Once over the horse and positioned so Mistress could deliver good hefty swings, I was ready for my punishment. Not quite the individual intense pain I experienced during the nippling of the last session but cumulatively it bloody well stung. Strange that the sensation caused by the electrodes titillated and actually enhanced the sensations caused by the multiple cane strikes. A couple more for good luck and I was banned from saying 'but' as it becomes an excuse for poor performance. 'There are no buts in a slaves' vocabulary', she said. (Apart from the butt plug …). 

Mistress removed my own plug so it could be replaced with a small black vibrating bomb, once in she set it to one of its maximum vibrate settings. It certainly helped take my mind off my stinging arse and by clenching my buttock cheeks and hence the internal muscles I could alter the tone of the vibrator, which I’m certain was quite audible from outside the confines of my body. Lower the tone by clenching and relaxing raised the tone. With a bit of practice I am sure I could have played a tune, Trumpet Voluntary perhaps? After the deserved chastisement, I rather gingerly helped return the horse against the wall with the vibrator a constant reminder of its location.

When I returned, it was time for my red latex catsuit to be donned. I really cannot thank Mistress enough for helping me to chlorinate the suit, as I was able to slide into it with only the minimum amount of a talc. It was so so different from when I last struggled into it and cannot recommend too highly the advantages of chlorination for latex. Again, thank you Mistress. However, I suspect in the past Maggie did appreciate helping her slave to don the suit. A final piece of apparel in the form of the large corset was fastened as tightly as Mistress could manage and my arms secured to the waist eyes in the corset. I could move my arms but no more than to the horizontal although even that limited movement was to be further restricted soon enough.

We were going to repeat some of the breath play exercises that I had failed and thus incurred misdemeanours in the past. Mistress had disconnected the electrodes on my bum cheeks, but my vibrating little friend was purring away continuously inside my suit as I was invited to seat myself on the strict wooden bondage chair that was in place near the back wall. Now, without the comfortable cushion, the chair is a hard, unyielding structure with a hole in the middle.

I thought it wise to make sure the plug was positioned over the hole and sat back to be ‘entertained’ as Mistress selected a few lengths of black rope to use for suitably immobilising her slave. Sat pinioned I observed Mistresses preparation with a little trepidation and a lot of excitement. I suspected a little aromas might be deployed and I was not wrong, out came the virgin plastic bag and Maggie taped a small pad inside the bag, to act as a reservoir for her intended aromas delivery. This time I was sitting on a sorry caned bottom and was determined not to let Maggie down like I did last time. Resolved that I would remain quiet for as long as Maggie needed to keep me breathless, the bag was slowly tightened round my neck and I sat immobile trying to take very shallow breaths and no exertion to use what little remaining air I had left.

I was gasping a little but determined not to let my Mistress down again and fortunately Mistress gauged it just right to bring me out into the fresh Playroom air. I hadn’t struggled, I hadn’t complained, I didn’t die and best of all, I think Maggie was pleased with this performance. So much so that she repeated the exercise with a little more umph to the abdomen electrodes that had been set pulsing before the bagging. Yes, I had 3 estim circuits playing havoc with my genitals! I jerked a little, I humped a little but I didn’t beg for air and once again, I think Maggie was a little pleased with my efforts and progress in training.

After the plastic we moved on to a more sustainable breathing exercise by introduction of that wonderful inflatable hood. Again I sat quietly as Mistress removed my red head and zipped on the inflatable. As it was gradually inflated, I did manage a good view through the mask ventilation hole and with judicious movement of the head was able to get brief glimpses of what Mistress was doing until the adaptor was fitted… along with the aromas pump hose… and finishing with the rubber rebreather bag. I still received a little illumination through the opaque adaptor, but of course saw no details, although that all changed when the breathplay began.

During my extended period of oxygen deprivation, I did receive a lot of personal illumination about how I really would do anything for my owner, and quite a highlighted version at that, as the aromas were being pumped. The rebreather has that strange effect of allowing me to rebreathe some of the aromas rather than venting straight into the playroom and at least added a scent to my bag of stale air, so all in all a very illuminating part of another excellent session, apart from my stinging arse of course.

Speaking of my arse, I was still trying to play a tune with the clenching and releasing of muscles while the vibrator was constantly buzzing away on full, but these buttock clenches must have moved the switch over something hard and the vibrations stopped. I told Mistress and we thought it was the batteries although the tests afterwards suggested there was plenty of power remaining. I will ask Mistress if I can investigate the remote control as it may be that that has no battery life left.

After two or three breaks for real Playroom air when the adaptor and rebreather was removed, the session gradually eased to its natural conclusion and Mistress released me from my bonds, removed all the electrics that had gravitated to my groin area and I was once more free. Well not exactly. I am never free when in the Chambers. I am owned by my Mistress and always subject to whatever whim or fancy is in Maggie's mind, after all, I have promised to willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question and this time I remembered to remove that butt plug which was, by then a very comfortable addition to my wellbeing.

Thank you Mistress.

Caution: This 2:03min inflatable breathplay with estim clip has audio

All White Now!

Apologies for paraphrasing that great hit by Free when choosing the title for this blog. Speaking of Free, that was the last thing possible for the most part of my training today, but I will return to that theme later.

Returning from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves I was a little confused when Mistress Maggie suggested I was a little underdressed. It may be that she wants me to wear more latex at the start of the session because I know Maggie is partial to that lovely material, but more probably as oft happens, it was her excuse for wrapping me up in a few more latex layers. Anyway, I will ask next time if Maggie wishes me to arrive in full latex, I am sure that can be arranged. 

Mistress was seated on her wooden throne in a black and white nurse ensemble, latex of course, topped off with a smooth latex full faced hood, she held out her boot ready for my worship and sported a riding crop that I would be chastised with if I failed to impress. On my knees I got down to the business of worshipping those lovely legs and ankle boots, fortunately without any lasting crop marks.

Mistress then helped me into my heavyweight latex work suit. I couldn’t be considered underdressed now…  or could I?

I was then granted a rare and delightful opportunity to act as masseur to Mistresses feet and legs. Maggie made herself comfortable on the rubber bed and I was sent off to the bathroom to return with a pot of foot balm. Very carefully, I removed both of her boots before rolling her latex leggings up to just below her knees, I very gently massaged, doing my best to listen to instructions and tend to Maggie’s needs. Maggie said that her feet and calves were feeling very much in need of a massage and I loved being able to provide a little physical relief, as well as being able to admire her two slim and very attractive ankles at close quarters.

I was able to spend almost 20 minutes luxuriating in the honour of being trusted not to harm Mistress. I then had to concentrate on getting her socks and boots back on, aligning them at the right orientation; socks and then boots placed precisely with the lie of Maggie’s leg and gently easing them home. I do love it when Mistress grants me such great responsibility with her limbs and today we were accompanied by some soothing music, loud enough to be relaxing but not too loud to irritate.

Maggie outlined that she intended to transform her slave into a facsimile of an Egyptian mummy. White shrink wrap plastic would be used followed by white duct tape. All in all I would be all white now!  Already being in my black latex working suit, you can probably guess that things will get a little warm once completely wrapped, in fact I may well become one red hot mummy today. Maggie opened up all the strategically placed zips on my latex catsuit, most ominously the nipple zips, which she made sure were yanked wide open. It had been a while since Mistress had given my nips any loving attention and I thought today was the day she’d be rectifying that sad situation, especially as she had mentioned something about recently investing in some new nipple toys.

Before my white wrapping could get started I had the pleasure of having a set of electric Kegel balls inserted way up my well-greased bum, and I am ashamed to say I didn’t alert Mistress to the fact that there were no wires attached, and once dressed as a mummy there would be no way to retrofit them. The problem was only noticed later in the session and I am sorry Mistress for this oversight. No doubt there will be a time of reckoning.

Mummification commenced and I was thoroughly wrapped from the foam neck brace that Maggie kindly attached to make the neckline more aesthetic, down to just below cock and balls, or at least the opening in the suit where they would be extracted later no doubt. Arms restricted, there was no way to get free, even if I had any inclination to escape. Now I knew my nipples were going to receive attention as telling me to sit down Mistress used a pair of safety scissors to carefully open two prefect circles around my areola. Armed with her rolls of tape and clingfilm Maggie had me waddle along behind her and we made our way to the Clinic, by this time, Maggie had a rope tether attached to her mummy as a safety measure.

Walking was fine after a fashion, which is more than can be said about arranging myself on the awaiting couch. I couldn’t really bend or balance in a sitting position so I just trusted in Mistress and gravity. Mistress guided and steadied me and I let gravity do the rest. I ended up precisely where I needed to be; seated in the middle of the rubber covered couch. Fortunately the plastic wrap made it very easy for Mistress to swivel me into position.

I helped Maggie to complete her desired mummification by lifting my legs to allow the wrapping and tape strapping between my groin and toes to be completed. Just before Maggie made me blind with a white hood, she produced a diagram of what she was hoping to achieve with the mummification. It was a fine sketch showing me, the mummy. The duct tape strapping was at least diagonal up and down the body and that was all I could honestly say. I was certainly not underdressed in all my white bondage. All I knew was I felt snug and was definitely not free. The white hood also felt snug, soft and very comfortable, it had no openings other than two nose holes allowing easy breathing, and there the freedom ended.

Mistress applied a pair of suction cups to my nipples to pump them up and prepare them for the increased sensations to be expected from her new nipple stretchers. Forever kind and thoughtful Maggie granted me a few good puffs of aromas delivered from her halothane set up, with Mistress using a face mask strategically placed over the holes in the white hood. I relaxed when Mistress mentioned that the nipple pumps were intended to get my nipples ‘in the mood’.

Not quite ready for the final act of nipple nurturing, Mistress cut a hole in my groin area to allow extraction of my small cock and balls. This object needed some encouragement to grow sufficiently to allow the use of Maggie’s cock bondage board, and for the first time Maggie deployed a vacuum pump to my cock. I must say that was a most pleasant experience that I hope might be repeated at a future date. The pumping seemed to work as Maggie set to work securing my cock and balls to the board. I thought it a nice touch and very thoughtful when Maggie whispered that she would use a bandage to bind it, consistent with the mummy wrapping theme.

Nipples were definitely in Maggie’s sights as she now applied suckers to them which sucked and stimmed at the same time. I must say with all that treatment my nips were definitely becoming more sensitive and ready for the guinea pig ordeal that I thought was about to come.

More relief and relaxation was administered each time the anaesthesia mask was placed over my nose holes and I was as ready as I would ever be. A couple of further mood inhalations were used to ensure I was right in the zone for the stretchers. A rebreather bag had been applied to my controlled breathing arrangement and I spent some time relaxing my breathing, and when the bag wasn’t gently rising and falling the white hood achieved almost the same effect, as that too gently rose and fell with each breath. To top off the excitement, or perhaps it should be bottom out my feelings, some form of sound was gently inserted in my already constricted cock. I was ready.

The Twitter photo that Mistress had posted certainly didn’t match the actual method for deploying the nipple stretchers. I thought from the image that the nipple stretchers were actually clamps squeezed onto the nipple. No. Maggie removed the electrics and suction cups and told me to get ready for a small prick! 

That small prick turned out to be a flash of searing pain as a huge needle was passed through the right nipple. After a deep breath and another aromas boost I was able to work through the pain, knowing it was what my Mistress wanted and the pain soon subsided into a manageable ache. I was quite pleased that the experience had only elicited a small gasp from myself and my tortured nipple. The only problem was I needed to endure it all again with the left nipple. Fortunately, I now knew the level of pain associated with the needle and was better able to cope with that moment of insertion. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the right one!

There I was, completely blinded with the white hood and a constant ache in the nipples, with quite a strain on cock and balls from the bandage and the sound and I realised I was loving every minute. Heedful of the sound of Mistresses thrilled muffled laughter as she turned the screws that stretched the nipples just a little more, and then a little more… until they were raised up like pointed pyramids. As a final privilege, Maggie made sure my nipples had a little something extra added and what more stimulating than e-stim through the needles. I must be mad to enjoy this. 

Maggie whispered that I was a good slave to go through this to please my Mistress and with all the excitement the inevitable happened down below, and I embarrassed myself again. 

When Maggie came to removing the needles it was a breeze, hardly anything more that slight discomfort in each nipple and one little spot of blood, we were then heading for the end of another fantastic session. As Mistress carefully cut away the plastic to once more reveal my latex under suit I had a big smile on my face, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. She was happy with how her new toys had performed and how I had handled them and declared them a success. 

One final amusing event happened on the way home when I realised that I was still wearing the Kegel balls. They had become such a fixture that I never realised I was walking out with them up my bum. I let Maggie know when I got home and returned them, fully washed and sterilised, a couple of days later. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to complete our 223rd session and I left a very, very happy slave eager for more attention from Mistress Maggie.

Warning: This 1:39 min mummification & nipple torment clip has audio.

My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

Caution: This 02:17min clip has audio.