Vertical or Horizontal? That, is the Question

In response to Mistress Maggie’s request to make suggestions for Playroom sessions I might like, I replied:

Is it possible to fit me in the leather isolation hood so that you can attach your rubber slave to the gantry or ceiling ring? …

or

As an alternative, I was looking back through all our video clips and I realised I have not had the next instalment of my bedtime story …

So my fate may have been sealed. Well, I certainly found myself well and truly sealed by the end of the session!

It just wont stay in!

As it was overcast and slightly drizzling I took the opportunity to wear my rubber trench coat casually open, with absolutely no notice taken by the few pedestrians I sauntered past. I am getting a lot more relaxed wearing my superb coat in public and one day…

I digress. When I arrived, Mistress by coincidence, was also wearing her rubber trench coat and she looked stunning as she opened the door to usher me in to The Chambers. A complete contrast to the shiny black of her thick shiny mac was the vibrant red ponytail she wore atop of her open face latex mask.

No matter whether I was to be suspended vertically or laid horizontally, or whatever other ideas Mistress had planned, I felt today was going to be another interesting experience where I could serve and please my Mistress.

Mistress had her black, lace-up boots just peeping under her coat, and once I was fitted into her chosen latex slave hood I set to work eagerly cleaning, kissing and paying homage to my owners’ footwear. Naturally, as a full-blooded latex minded male, I tried to sneak a peek at what delights were hidden within the blackness that I was working in and think I spied a little glimpse of a black latex leotard. Totally out of bounds of course, but I am mesmerised by Maggie and all her clothing choices, she is an incredibly sexy and truly sensual person, which makes it hard for me to remember my restriction at times.

Maggie's inflatable rubber collar

It is amusing that during my boot worship, Mistress still continues ‘encouraging’ her slave with occasional thwacks from her padded crop, even after ten years of being a slave in her charge. Encouragement is never required for any action I do for my Mistress, so I must conclude that Maggie does get pleasure from the fact that she can use the crop indiscriminately, stamping her mark on her property knowing there will be no objections from her slave, and after all, the noise of the crop on rubber is most satisfying. I am really fortunate having a Mistress who likes to keep her slave at a honed state of readiness.

We had some unfinished business from our last session due to the new larger butt plug that had been ordered not arriving in time. Time was not wasted in preparing me for the larger toy though, I had been well stretched and ready to accommodate it when it eventually arrived. Well, today was the day. I was offered a sniff from a new and untried bottle of Amyl aromas, as they are supposedly better at relaxing the anal muscles. It worked; after having my existing plug as a ‘range finder’ the new toy slipped into my arse in a relatively straightforward manner, but try as we might the damn thing, rather disgracefully, slid out. The Doc Johnson Rumpy butt plug was by no means a flush fit, the neck of the plug is not long enough to allow the bulb to nestle into its new home, nor is it suitable to wear long-term while moving about pleasing my Mistress. Oh well, back to the butt plug hunt!!!

As an aside, I do prefer the aromas that we normally use to this Amyl brand, and was pleased when later in the session Maggie reverted back to what I am more used to. I found the Amyl a little insipid in taste and smell. Even though there is a marginal improvement in anal relaxation, I hope Maggie will predominantly use the original. However, I certainly am not averse to trying any/all brands and may suggest that Maggie might obtain other aromas just to test out the efficacy of the various makes.

I still needed my arse filling and notwithstanding the ejecting plug, Maggie always has a plan ‘B’, which on this occasion involved inserting a sizeable electro plug. It was beginning to look like Maggie would be the one being tested with electric today, as unfortunately, being a somewhat clumsy slave, I stood on the lead as I got off the bed and broke it! Again, Mistress always has a contingency, and at Plan ‘C’ in went the electro Kegel balls to finally stuff my arse in a way that Maggie was satisfied with, so was this happy slave too. 

Thankfully there were no mishaps or delays inserting me into my Invincible latex suit, followed by full enclosure in Maggie’s thick latex straitjacket body bag. It was at this point that I realised it was going to be a horizontal suspension, as the monkey gas mask that was now being fitted over the open faced helmet I was wearing precluded the suspension hood. The final adornment was the broad waist corset that Maggie buckled on nice and snug. It does feel good to wear and slims down this rather stout slave.

Suited in two thick layers, corseted and masked, I was told to sit upright so Maggie could add an inflatable neck collar to my rubber dressing, one I hadn’t previously tried. The collar is one of Maggie’s designs and creation. pumped up just to the right pressure, it gives support and rigidity but was not over pumped to cause breathing difficulties. Yet another excellent, innovative and well-made item in her armoury. I was then laid to rest, not literally of course as that may imply I was dead meat, and manoeuvred into the centre of the bed, given my favourite choice of pillow and I just relaxed into my very comfortable latex surroundings. 

Of course, I knew Mistress would not leave her slave luxuriating and actually enjoying the peace and quiet induced by the tight mask. The crotch zips were opened and the red viper electrode was arranged about the base of my cock. The electrode was very effective in ‘waking’ the dead and I laid back, humped a bit and groaned a bit as the anal electrode and Viper did their business, until, oh dear - I told you Maggie was more tested by the electrics didn’t I! All that humping dislodged one of the wires to the Kegel balls and I lost signal. Two choices; mention the failure or pretend it was still working to avoid one area of discomfort.

Of course it’s a no brainer as I always tell the truth to my Mistress, but seeing as she was unable to reach the offending wire under all that rubber, two fresh electrodes were attached to my balls in the blinking of an eye and the circuit re-routed to that location. A final flourish to attach my arms securely to the corset and I could be finally tucked up under the cosy, hot latex duvet.

And so to the continuation of my Dressing for Pleasure bedtime story. The curtains were drawn; of course, I am referring to the bug eye blindfold that Maggie applied; actually far more effective than curtains and the result, I was in total darkness. I concentrated my mind on listening to my Mistress reading to her rubber plaything. Every now and then, I could feel Maggie lean over and pump the aromas bulb, feeding me with the familiar buzz, taste and smell that I was used to. This aroma has the ability to focus my mind on my Mistress and that made me hump the covers even more. I remember her leaning close and saying -

'It’s an exciting story isn’t it slave?'

I couldn’t deny that, even some of the dressing styles and adventures I have had with Maggie reflected the theme in the current storyline, making it quite meaningful. (A clip is included below) 

Maggie had been steadily increasing the electric sensation occasionally, but unknown to us both, all the humping I was doing was causing the dials on the electric box that was under the quilt with me to rotate.

I humped = quilt moved in sympathy = dials caught on the quilt = volume turned up = the increased sensation got me humping the quilt even more...

You couldn’t have dreamt it up! All this under quilt action was taking its toll on my ability to maintain a reasonable temperature and eventually I had to plead for some relief from the stifling heat. The paragraph had come to the end and Mistress gently eased me out of the monkey mask and collar, and peeled back the latex quilt to let in some cooler air. Perhaps I should hire myself out as an alternative source of heating to counteract the increasing gas prices, but on reflection I am dedicated to Mistress and she can benefit from all the warmth I can generate.

After I had cooled sufficiently I willingly had the monkey mask refitted but a different hose was attached to it this time. The three breathing bellows were wheeled in and left standing ominously at the side of the bed while Mistress dispensed her aromatic medicine into her unique breath play rig. It looked like I was going to have to work for my medicine from now on and was determined not to let Mistress down. Slowly and evenly I breathed in and out, drawing in Maggie’s intoxicating potion with each breath, achieving good movement in the bellows as they acted in their rebreather capacity. Mistress Maggie loves to tease and excite this rubber slave and with the electrics under her control once again it was time for more humping, jumping, grunting and conclusive enjoyment for me too.

There was no way I could have been disappointed today. I got exactly, and more than I suggested and another few steps along the route of total dependence on Mistress for all my emotional and physical needs. Thank you Maggie.

Caution: This 02:17 bedtime bondage clip has audio

Planning, Preparation and Penetration

It was almost inevitable that at some stage in todays proceedings that Mistress Maggie would be attempting to widen my anal passage. Why? I have mentioned in previous blogs that the trusty red bobbled butt plug that I have been wearing for some time was becoming a loose fit, and Mistress had alerted me in the calling email in unambiguous terms - 

‘Nurse will be completing a number of preliminary tasks to aid with your deeper training.‘ 

But before we get to my 'stretching' exercises I should mention how even the most straightforward aspects of my training, that I thought I had mastered, can be changed in an instant by Mistress and, of course, I expect nothing less.

I refer to footwear worship. This was one of the earliest tasks that I’d become accomplished in and apart from the odd change in footwear; boots, shoes, high heeled shoes etc, I thought I had mastered the skill. Until today! Mistress was wearing a shiny (very shiny) pair of black boots. I have cleaned these several times with long passionate kisses and licks along the full length, before being allowed to move on to the next part of the session. 

This time, Mistress instructed me to concentrate on the toes, getting them really wet, to be shined later. OK no problem so far, lots of sloppy licks and kisses that's all. I thought it a change when Mistress then instructed me to blow both toes of the boots dry. So I huffed and I puffed and I dried them both off. Not finished Mistress then instructed me to polish them back to a high gloss... with my hair. All the while, my licking, blowing and polishing was being 'encouraged' with the occasional thwack of her leather two fingered tawse. Now that was a first, not the tawsing but the cleaning, and a task I put my heart and specifically my head into with both vigour and keenness. I think I pleased Maggie with the end results, because she looked down at my work and commented on the visible difference in shine. It was certainly a novel way of putting the shine back on a beautiful pair of boots. These little changes keep me very alert and entertained by Mistresses versatility, which is a constant reminder as to how lucky a slave I am.

Then DISASTER! I was dressing as instructed and had climbed into the legs of my red latex catsuit and as I was trying to insert my left arm the latex ripped. Not just a small tear. I effectively would lose 6 inches of sleeve and not many slaves can afford to lose 6"!!! Maggie, always capable of solving little problems like this had me follow her through to her fetish wardrobe, where amongst some of the clothes she has for her slaves, we retrieved a red Libidex XL suit. This fitted perfectly, and even though I say so myself it was far better than my own damaged suit. In this suit and matching socks and gloves Maggie insisted I take a look in the long mirror so I could see how resplendent I looked, ‘It looks like it was made for you slave’, she said. We vacated the Playroom and headed to the Clinic. Maggie had even provided a very fetching red hood so I was definitely her red slave. 

I got to wear that inflatable straitjacket which was as fabulous this time as have the, all too few previous, occasions that I have enjoyed that feeling. For now though and until I was settled properly on the couch, it remained uninflated and unbuckled. Today the couch looked rather intimidating, with its stirrups raised very high and wide so I would be fully exposed and available to my Mistress, but with no idea what stretching methods she would use. With the appropriate catsuit zip opened I was to lay down, carefully placing my legs in the wide open stirrups, where Mistress instantly buckled them in place. Her patient would be breathing through a red gas mask secured tightly under a red patent collar, and that completed my red'iness for anything. 

Mistress allowed me a few pumps of aroma and I relaxed. I am really delighted by the guidelines Maggie gave me on buying and using aromas when I was just still a relative novice, because each time they are administered they have the effect of not only relaxing me but deepening my devotion to my Mistress. They help me actually focus more on her amazing character, beauty and attributes. Thanks for your excellent advice Maggie and more puffs please.

Aromas relax me all over and are a clear winner when it comes to relaxing anal muscles, and I am sure this helped Mistress with the next phase of training. My own red bobbled plug went in very easily and with a load of lube was slowly worked at slowly and gently stimulating me. This was displaced by Nurse Maggie with a larger black bobbled model to help with the bigger girth that my asshole needs now. Then the Man Handler; this is long, thick and goes a long way in. Maggie expertly uses the handle to guide the massive phallus exactly where she wants and of course how deep it delves, and then Maggie's big red strap-on.

Maggie was wearing her striking natural coloured apron, and craftily stuck her strap-on to it by way of suction and gave her patient a close contact pounding. Plenty of lube, yet another pair of disposable latex gloves and more aroma puffs and we almost managed to get Mistress inside me with her gloved hand. Having seen the pictures I really wish I had endured that extra bit of stretching that would have been required for a whole fist up my bum. It almost gives me an orgasm just thinking how close my owner was to being able to undertake a proper internal examination. With more willpower on my part it won’t be long now, but I think Maggie was satisfied with our progress for now and moved on to stretching other, smaller openings. 

The gynae couch was adjusted for my next operation, and at last my straitjacketed arms were strapped across my chest, to make sure I wouldn’t be jumping off the table I was anchored down with the couches’ straps and covered with a thick rubber operating drape.

My foreskin is very tight. It took a little while for Mistress to get my foreskin retracted sufficiently to get sight of my urethra opening and allow the first Pratt sound to be inserted, accompanied by a good telling off with strict instructions to practice retracting said foreskin. Like the real expert that she is, Maggie carefully overcame this little problem and the first sound, size 21, steadily slid in. Not to be outsmarted by my undersize urethra, Mistress slid the tip of the second sound in before the 21 was fully removed and that worked perfectly. More playful sounding continued with numbers 23 and 24, and finally when size 25 slid home Maggie thought I had completed sufficient stretching for the day and we stopped at 25, which is apparently my largest sound that I have been able to accommodate so far. Mistress patted my cock, said she was pleased with her slaves performance and allowed me the luxury of having the vibrating sound as my final rewarding invader. Now that gave me a real buzz. 

Maggie had invested a little more time in all our stretching exercises which didn't really leave sufficient time for a full inflation, but Mistress did promise it for some time in the not too distant future.

To my surprise, when I rather tongue in cheek suggested it was Maggie's turn to lie on the couch after all that 'strenuous' afternoon activity, she didn't hesitate. Hanging up her apron to reveal her figure in shiny black latex, she rather elegantly replaced me on the couch, looking ever so tranquil and serene she gave me a quiet order. 'You can come and gently massage my legs slave', and the feel of the rubber as it rippled under my fingers was divine. Mistress deserves far more pampering by her slaves and it's always a privilege to be able to give a little back to her. After all, Maggie really does work hard on training her slaves and certainly on bringing me up to a reasonable slave standard. 

All in all, I really do have a lot to thank Mistress for and it was a delight to be able to help once again with tidying all the used latex items from the Clinic and giving it a wash, cleaning anything and everything that I could help with, essentially any  of the unseen jobs that she routinely does after all her sessions.

PS. I have been stretching my foreskin regularly on a daily basis and successfully and painlessly achieved retraction at least twice a day. I am pleased with that progress and hope Mistress Maggie finds an improvement to accessibility at the next appropriate opportunity. I have also ordered a replacement red suit from Libidex, slightly thicker, with wrist and ankle zips now included. I thought about ordering an identical suit to the one Maggie has in her wardrobe but I thought that the few differences would provide a little flexibility and variety. After all Maggie knows she can always shove me in her red latex suit if she prefers to recreate the 'today' look.

New Electrics, New Top, New Sensations

After 207 sessions I am still delighted and astounded by the ingenuity, hard work and especially the new sensations that Mistress Maggie generates in our sessions. Wearing a short asymmetric black latex skirt, striking patterned tights, ankle boots and to my immense delight the latex top that I had procured for her, Mistress once more ushered me into her Chambers and I was soon on my way up the stairs. Of course, I was in my vanilla clothes apart from my slave collar, which is mandatory for me; to remind me of who owns this slave. I still get a huge thrill from following those wonderful bum cheeks up to the Playroom and was beginning to venture a little closer with each step, but today Maggie did not stop on the stairs, probably a blessing in disguise, because I was so in the mood for gently burying my nose in the valley between the twin peaks. 

I was severely restricted in what I was allowed to pay homage to, as the boots I was to give my attention to were ankle length, but it didn't matter. It is the act of worship not the amount of lickable boot area that is important and strangely it did keep me a little more distant from the delrin cane that Maggie likes to play across my arse. If I am being honest, I do like the gentle caning or cropping at the start of my sessions and have frequently manoeuvred nearer Mistresses arm so she has a better shot, and if it pleases Maggie then I am pleased. 

What was marginally less pleasing was Maggie's placement of the boot heels when I had finished my duties. Ordered onto my back and instructed to shuffle my head between Mistress legs (I know, normally a wonderful position to be in), the boot heels were planted fairly and squarely on both nipples with just sufficient pressure and movement so as to be 'interesting'! Fortunately for my beleaguered little buds, this state didn't last too long and almost in an instant we had me inside my rubber suit, inside a nice and comfortable face mask, dusted and polished and ready for the next stage of our adventure.

I have already mentioned in a previous blog that my own red butt plug had now loosened to the extent that a more suitable sized one is becoming most desirable. Maggie tried fitting me with one that had previously proved a little large. This time it did slip in but not easily, and it also didn’t seat as well as my red one, we agreed that it was still not a suitable replacement, as later in the session it did become uncomfy and I had to ask for its removal.

Still, a good start and a move in the right direction. We will both be looking for a more permanent solution for my next plug, something I can wear for a full afternoon at least. To complete this stage of the fun, Mistress strapped me to the latex bed and announced with what can only be described as a sadistic grin, that I was privileged to be introduced to some quite different sensations from her relatively new electrastim box. To introduce this new service Mistress stuck the two electrodes not on either cock or balls, but one above on my lower abdomen and one just below; well technically on the perineum. A quick squirt of the electricity let me know that the experience would create truly new sensations. I would reserve judgement as to how 'enjoyable' these sensations would prove to be. 

After zipping the electrics into the suit, the final act to ensure that her slave was totally covered in rubber was the attachment of a thick rubber ball sheath and matching thick, controlling rubber cock sheath; a lot like a chastity cage only in my favoured rubber. And that was me, once again totally enclosed in rubber and once again confirming that my Mistress likes a little black latex covered plaything.

It was after I was released from the bed that I received the full 'benefits' of the new electro-play equipment, when with the electric set at a moderate level I was dispatched to Mistresses bedroom to retrieve some shiny combat boots. Walking was difficult as the tingling from the pulsing electric changed with every movement and the sensations were not the ones of direct contact with cock and balls but more subtle yet more irritating. 

I am sure that the spacing between the two electrodes plays a great part in determining the level of shock, and when I gingerly arrived in the bedroom it was very much a question of waiting for the pulse to die down momentarily, bend down quickly, grab the boots and straighten up before the next shocking wave hit my groin area. Well, of course, the disruption to my concentration caused me to retrieve the wrong boots!

On my return, Mistress sent me straight back to get the correct pair and for good measure ramped up the volume of the pain inducing electrics. I had to be even quicker between pulses to retrieve the boots this time, because the consequences of failure was a pain level substantially worse than the first run!

I was relieved that finally I had the correct boots, but I was immediately dispatched again, this time to the bathroom to return with a full pail of cold water that I was to place carefully under the table. It was then that Mistress was able to obtain maximum pleasure from my discomfort at trying to bend down low to deposit the pail without spilling it. As a test, it was certainly successful for Mistress as she was able to witness the antics of her rubber covered slave having to move in time to the pulsing electricity. I am sure at least one of us enjoyed the experience!

I was even more relieved, or rather my lower groin was, that the severity of the electricity was reduced as I headed towards the Playroom stool to sit down as instructed, though I did wonder why Maggie had so precisely positioned the stool… more about that later. A large bubble bottle was strapped to my back before Mistress attached me to the stool with leather straps.

Mistress knows exactly how to lure this slave deeper under her spell, and once I was fitted into a rather nice gas mask used with the bubble bottle, I was soon on my journey into total rubber submission. It felt wonderful strapped to the chair gently breathing in and out and hearing, and feeling the bubble bottle behind me. I was pleasantly warm by this stage, but Maggie had filled the bottle with the pail of cool water which meant the bubbling actually felt cool in the middle of my back. More movement into my place deeper under Maggie's spell came with each puff of very welcome aromas. I felt relaxed and could gaze out at the most beautiful vision I could ever imagine. Yes at this stage, I was so far under her spell that I felt like I was in heaven and...

Sadly heaven can last a while but on this earth not forever. Accompanied by the sound of rattling metal, Maggie soon had my ankles secured to a spreader bar and then a rope from the bar attached via the overhead back to my balls. I must have looked a really odd toy with legs off the floor, balls being stretched and bubbling away, but what wasn't obvious was the huge smile hiding under the mask as I sat and watched Mistress refill the emptied pail with the contents of her bladder. It is, in this slaves opinion the eighth wonder of the world, to be given the privilege of watching my very beautiful Mistress in the process of peeing. My only thought was that all that wonderful nectar should not be wasted and that I may be fortunate to consume some if not all of that goodness.

Today I might just have performed my training duties in a satisfactory manner, because Mistress allowed me the benefits of her bullet vibrators. The cock sleeve was removed which was beneficial for my growing erection, which in turn was assisted by some gentle massage by Mistress and the sleeve of the bullet vibe was slid onto my cock, meanwhile another vibrator was judicially placed against my balls, with the electrics still pulsing away as well I was now on my way to stim-oblivion.

Mistress mentioned afterwards that she got the impression I was enjoying this stimulation and that was hardly surprising. Who wouldn't? - and after all I was in no position not to enjoy it was I? One more step down the lane towards being a complete and total slave for Mistress.

As for that waiting pail of pee, well I was not to be disappointed. About a 500ml serving was dispensed into a handy jug for my personal thirst ridding consumption, and with a drinking tube placed in my mouth I began sucking. Maggie held the jug and made sure the end of the tube was always submerged while I eagerly drank up every last drop of her wonderful liquid without any hesitation. 

Thank you Mistress Maggie for new electrics, new top, new sensations and just for being the perfect Mistress.

Nettling Nipples

Another hot day in Preston, but I managed to arrive cool by choosing the shaded side of the road to make my approach. I was soon feeling a lot warmer when Mistress Maggie opened the door to the Chambers. Mistress said she would be wearing something suitable for the hot weather and was looking fantastic in black fishnet tights, tight turquoise playsuit with a contrasting black harness, she had already suggested I include my latex shorts and t-shirt in the perv bag, as well as the normal inhabitants of course; latex socks, gloves, catsuit and butt plug, so I certainly had a lot of dressing options available.

With Maggie taking the lead I made my way to the Playroom, wishing I could get a lot closer to those perfect undulating cheeks with every upwards step. But I restrained myself!

I was instructed to strip in the Playroom, where the oscillating fan was making its presence felt with wafts of cool air. I was a little surprised that I was asked only to don shorts, gloves and socks, even the t-shirt was omitted from the dressing list that Mistress gave me, but no matter, Maggie always has a reason for all her clothing choices, and I was somewhat relieved that I hadn't been instructed to wear my newest thick catsuit. A latex hood was fitted immediately and that was nice to wear for the whole of the remainder of the session.

As I was paying homage to her shiny knee boots, Mistress maintained an irregular but frequent thwacking of my latex covered bum with her 'blue crop'. Mistress likes the sound of her implements on bare flesh and the delightful crack it makes against latex too, but her ministrations were doing little to quash my ardour, in fact it was so pleasant that I regretted it when the gentle 'massage' ended. 

Perhaps now is the appropriate point to mention what I had suggested to Mistress for her consideration during the session. I wrote in late July - Re Clinic ideas. I may well regret this but it may be fun to find out what a combination of elastrator, catheter, e-stim and ball stretching feels like?  

I never regret any of these suggestions, although I must admit to questioning my sanity as Mistress translates the suggestion into reality. Of course I anticipate a lot more content and even after 200+ sessions Maggie has continued to bring new elements into my training, as happened today. Before adjourning, or more accurately, being led by my collar into The Clinic, Mistress had one more activity she needed to perform whilst in the Playroom. No, not my butt plug. Mistress declared that is now too small. I was ordered to bend over the waiting horse, some electro lube, in went a pair of electro Kegel balls followed by a circuit test and all was ready. 

Escorted into the clinic and Mistress very wisely had me sit squarely on a towel on the couch. A wise choice because even by then I was starting to sweat in the heat and the Clinic fan was marginally less effective than the Playroom one, so I was warming up nicely. I willingly submitted to being strapped down on the couch and eagerly accepted some welcome aromas through a strapped on anaesthesia mask. Then something totally unexpected; Mistress produced a pair of breast suction cups that she has recently acquired and a very healthy looking nettle plant, looking most green and seriously ready for its intended destination. A good dollop of lube on each of my breast areas to ensure a good vacuum, the nettles were divided into three sprigs, one each in each plastic breast receptacle and one spare. Then the truly amazing sensation as the air was pumped from first one then the other breast cups.

I have experienced nettles in various scenarios during my extensive training, but never like this and never with such intensity of sensation. The right hand cup was pumped up and stayed in position for a long, long time. Another amazingly successful application and the results have remained with me for several days.

Right breast showing signs of suction and nettling.

We didn't fare so well with the left breast. It pumped up fine, so I had a nicely balanced pair of boobs but I could tell that the air was gently seeping from somewhere round the seal. Pumped up again and the same thing so Maggie concentrated on stroking the left nipple with the nettles just so they could both share the sensations, whilst the right one was quietly marinating away without a care in the world.

Maggie then opted for a better view of my pumped up predicament; lowering the couch she climbed up and straddled my shoulders, nose and mouth to produce breath control in the extreme. I could only gasp for breath as Mistress adjusted to create the perfect seal and I really had no control over my next breath, or when or even if I would breathe again! In a bizarre way I  did get my wish to be closer to Maggie's rear, but I really didn't expect it to be in such a breath taking fashion. One final comment about Maggie's rear is that, with a little wriggling her cheeks can achieve a complete seal around lips and nose and I do love being in such a controlled position.

Oh how pleased I am that Mistress has developed into the catheter queen. The same sterile routine that I have had so many times before, the same procedure and the catheter was in and operational without me even noticing the insertion.

You may have remembered that I mentioned Mistress divided the nettles into three sprigs. The third sprig was wafted with gay abandon across my cock and balls as Maggie casually sat on her stool, having some sustenance whilst laughing at my stinging, not so private parts. My Mistress knows exactly how to frustrate her slave and I really love it!

I got the impression that Maggie was enjoying the next part of her medical operations; applying elastrator rings to my scrotum and balls. And after asking what our previous effort had achieved, was determined that I would be going for a ‘personal best’ for the number of rings round my balls. After number 7, Maggie announced in a semi serious, half laughing tone that she was going to see if she could speed up the process by applying two rings at a time. Yep, that worked and in half the time I ended up with 11 rings on my nuts. I suggested that with two rings that the strain on Mistresses wrists may be alleviated by applying the elastrator’s locking clip until she was ready to release them, but this didn't seem necessary for Maggie although next time...

A couple of needles in scrotum!

Now was the time for a little relaxation for this happy chappy. Mistress fitted an anaesthesia hood for more breath play and to achieve a virtually airtight seal, I received the Perspex eye shield which allows perfect vision without air loss through the eye sockets. I was also to be attached to the magnificent Bellows that Maggie had created for breath play, which allow concurrent restricted breathing and aromas deployment. Breath slowly in... out... in... out. I could sense when Mistress was about to deploy another few puffs of magic air so adjusted my intake breath until after I sensed Maggie pumping the aromas bulb and that produces the maximum, most beneficial sensations. I was to maintain this pattern of breathing until my balls dropped off!

A little CBT followed just to highlight the fun I might lose if the elastrator bands had been left on for too long. I don't think Maggie really wants me to be de nutted... Mistress placed a cock clamp to my already banded balls and another bipolar connection tightened round my cock end. I only managed around five minutes of the estim, because by this time, my body was losing stamina. I was starting to rapidly warm up, the bands round my balls were starting to ache and I never even registered that Mistress had managed to insert a couple of needles in my scrotum. 

This was a shame when I saw the picture, because Mistress creates some wonderful sculptures with her needle work. Perhaps next time I will be tough enough to run with her creativity.

As it happened, Mistress did show some mercy and chose to snip off the 11 bands before it was too late to do so! I tried to persevere because I never like letting my Mistress down but I had reached that stage. I mentioned to Maggie that I thought I had had enough pleasure for one day and like the really caring Mistress she is, recognised the increasing stress levels and started quietly and efficiently dismantling my pleasure items.

Maggie had produced exactly what I requested and needed. I was pushed to my limit and next time I hope to push those limits a little further. On another positive note we did achieve a personal best with 11 elastrator bands, so the target next time will be >11. I am certain there will be a next time and who knows, with a bit more breast suction I may end up with suitably sized boobs. Well perhaps not as that depends on Mistress Maggie's preferences and of course the breast cones explains why no t-shirt or catsuit were used.

Caution: This 02:19 elastrator clip has audio

  

Return of the Jolly Green Giant

Jolly Green giant or even The Hulk sounds like a sci-fi thriller; maybe not Sci-Fi, definitely NOT fiction, but I definitely ended up looking very green in a thriller session today in the caring hands of Mistress Maggie.

I had given Mistress a few clues about the kind of session I’d like, so had a fair idea what part of the session may entail, provided of course that Mistress doesn't decide to delay the suggestion to another day to keep her slave guessing about what goes where etc. If that did happen I know Maggie will be
returning to the scenario in a future session. Well she didn't delay and I was subjected to a tape mummification as the second part of the session, and I will return to my rather exciting event shortly.

What I didn’t anticipate were the contents of the first half of my training. I arrived at the Chambers relaxed and was delighted to see Maggie in simple attire of tight fitting black latex body suit, tights and the new shiny black boots that give a smooth feeling on their lickers’ tongue. I had taken delivery of a pair of new latex socks and after having struggled for 5 minutes that morning to fit them at home, I decided to arrive at the Chambers wearing the socks under my vanilla outerwear, it saved 5 valuable minutes of session time. I know Maggie doesn't appreciate me arriving in latex undergarments as they have the tendency to create sweaty areas that make donning my latex suit more difficult, including sweaty bollocks which are not appropriate to start a session with, but I didn’t think socks would be much of a problem.

Having gleefully undertaken my boot worship, encouraged by the occasional thwack from Mistresses blue crop, I was reunited with my trusty red butt which had not been used for quite a number of visits. A good dollop of lube massaged in and around my anus had the plug easily sliding home; probably one of the easiest insertions I have experienced, and it does indicate that the hard graft put in by Mistress to widen my back passage is actually paying dividends. 

Then on to my dressing. I had learned to be far more careful when placing my heavy latex catsuit in the correct position to facilitate easy leg entry and it worked a treat. Last time in the hot weather I had made the mistake of getting the legs out of alignment and it was a hell of a struggle, and even when on it wasn't on comfortably. Not this time, zips to the sides, a good dusting of talc and the suit was once more fitting like the proverbial glove, sealing in my red friend perfectly.

It didn't take long for Mistress to decide that I would be better restrained in the leather harness. I am delighted to say that my training has been so good that I can now be very helpful climbing into the harness, at this rate of progress it won’t be long before Mistress can just issue the instruction ' Harness slave' and I will be able to contort myself into it all on my own. I doubt I will be able to tighten the straps, but Maggie likes to make sure they are evenly spaced, neat and TIGHT!.

And now I was introduced to the first, very exciting part of my session. I was to be allowed to try out the new inflatable hood that I had seen on Mistresses Twitter feed. I find it a real honour that Mistress allows me the privilege of being one of the first to try out what looked to be a truly remarkable helmet. It wasn't just stick it on and pump it up. Maggie, as always had planned the scenario to best test the capabilities of the new hood. To start off this adventure, I was instructed to retrieve the Throne and place it centrally for yours truly to occupy. Simple restraints in the form of six black ropes at top of arms, wrists and ankles, tethered me and my harness on to the Throne.  

Mistress then outlined how the hood would be deployed, with no eye holes, single anaesthetic mouth piece and my personal white viral filter that I always carry in my perv bag completing the mechanics. Without further ado the hood was eased over and zipped. Initially it was totally dark inside, but as the hood was inflated I was just able to see through the small opening in the mask and occasionally could even catch the briefest glimpse of a boot, or an ankle as Maggie moved in and out of my very limited field of view. 

Pump, pump, pump. 'Are you OK slave?' Yes! and then more pump, pump, pumping. By this time the pressure was building but it was ever so comfortable. Mistress appeared to derive fun from playing my balloon head like bongos and it is a very strange sound. Boing, boing, boing went the balloon! To keep me an honest slave, Mistress would regularly attach the 3ltr rebreather bag and aromas pump hose. I could manage 4 or 5 minutes rebreathing and then asked for relief which fortunately Maggie granted. After a couple of minutes recovery time the rebreather was reapplied and the 5 minutes started all over again. Pump for aromas, pump pump for a bit more in the hood and I was in heaven. Strangely, due to the translucent nature of the filter I was never completely in the dark, although I could not glimpse outwards and just had the feint white glow for company. 

This was a completely unexpected start, but then Maggie always is capable of pulling something special out of the hat. For those interested, Mistress posted a short video on her Twitter feed and a copy of the same clip is now ready for you to view at the foot of this blog. Though I say so myself it is one of the most highly charged and erotic videos I have viewed recently.

After a considerable test window I was unfortunately deflated and Maggie debriefed me as to how it felt using the inflatable hood. I honestly said I could manage a couple of hours at least providing the rebreather was removed at regular intervals. We shall see if Mistress will commit 2 hours of my training to being so deliciously enclosed and pumped on a future occasion.

Hood removed, slave untied, The Throne returned to its corner location and we moved on to my mummification. I helped set up the plank under the overhead and stood next to it while Mistress loosely applied black pallet wrap to my upper torso. In our preliminary e-mail discussions in a flash of 'brilliance!' I rashly suggested using a neck collar to allow a smoother, tighter taping around the neck. I have frequently seen videos where neck taping had to be left loose enough to allow the subject to breath; quite essential I might add, but we wanted to see if we could surmount the need for loose binding.

To be brief, Maggie used a snug foam neck brace as a foundation which did work, and she didn’t have to worry about the neck tape being too tight. I had also floated the idea of some form of aroma delivery AND to top it all suggested that some form of drink intake would allow for a well hydrated mummy to survive for a long incarceration. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for punishment. Not really, Mistress knows I will try my hardest to please her as well as enjoying all that was about to happen.

Feeding tube and cannula input

Fully filmed and lying on the plank now, the taping proceeded like a well oiled machine. Upper torso taped, neck taped, legs suspended from overhead to facilitate their taping and then the final touches that had started my juices flowing. My head was clingfilmed and taped exactly as I had seen in a photo link I had sent to Mistress. I was already wearing the nasal cannula that Maggie's husband, John has designed and produced, so airflow and aromas delivery were not a problem, and I willingly accepted the rubber tube into my mouth for fluid intake. All were safely taped in place and the final piece of tape was about to remove my vision. The last thing I saw was the wonderful face of my Mistress as the piece was positioned across my eyes and I was plunged into relative darkness, just as I had imagined from the photo. Mistress had come up trumps. Every element of my fantasy had been achieved, in fact surpassed. I ended up a big green mummy. I wonder if the Pharaohs had so much fun with their mummification? Probably not, as my Mistress is meticulous about keeping her slave alive to recount the experience.

Mistress thought it would be a novel touch to keep my hands free. Having seen these images I definitely concur, I love the contrast between the black latex gloved hands and the vivid green of the gaffer tape. It also offered the added benefit of allowing me to flex my fingers should any form of pins and needles set in. The effect of the neck corset is highlighted here; the neck is much thicker than you would associate with a 'normal' taping and the result was the most rigid head restraint I have encountered. Taped to the bench, I couldn't move my head even 1mm.

The feeding tube and breathing tubes are evident in the image and the only regret was that the welcome liquid refreshment was simple cool water. It was easy to suck up and consume from a glass on the side table, but it did lack a little something... warm liquid… tasty liquid…  ah yes, essence of Mistress pee was missing from the experience!

Just when I thought life had reached the pinnacle of enjoyment, I could feel Maggie first patting my groin area to locate the lie of the land, then the rasp of her safety scissors as she cut a square opening in the otherwise pristine pea green frontage.

It comes as no surprise that presented with my released cock and balls, Maggie would enjoy herself by applying a couple of heavy duty electrodes, some heavy duty e-stim and a heavy duty and long sound down the urethral hole that was presented unprotected for her enjoyment. Mistress declared afterwards that she had hoped for quite a bit more 'enjoyment' from both her captured cock and slave, but time had flown by with the inflatable hood and incarceration being enjoyed for a considerable time!

One final amusing incident occurred after all the tape had been carefully cut off and my rubber suit removed. As I sat on the plank for a moment to recover my composure, the bloody butt plug which has a concave base acted like a sucker and stuck to the plank. As I stood up it remained attached to the plank and plopped easily out of my backside and there it remained swaying slightly. Obviously it is starting to get a little loose!

Mistress had worked incredibly hard during the session and I was delighted when she accepted my offer to do a bit of tidying up, remove plank legs, return plank to its home on the landing etc. I asked for this session and I have no regrets, although I think Mistress Maggie may need an extra roll of tape as I am not the smallest of slaves and 100m of tape only just covered me. As a final observation, the tape does not cut out all light and once my eyes were taped over I was left in a surreal green haze which was another bizarre touch that I appreciated.

Thank you Mistress for allowing me to have one of my fantasies realised and another wonderful experience.

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A Load of Pee

Today I witnessed just how hard my professional dominatrix has to work to ensure her slave is receiving the 'appropriate' treatment. I am, of course referring to Mistress Maggie. I am full of admiration for the dedication and care that she lavishes on her charges. Perhaps I should start at the beginning and develop this thought. I will also have to give some detail about my private preparation and, dare I say, toilet habits! The reason why I consider such personal/private information will become apparent.

I usually go for a pee about 45 minutes before meeting Maggie. When I park, I go for another one and when Mistress sends me to the bathroom I have another one. By this stage my bladder should be empty and I should not embarrass myself and upset Maggie by asking if I could have a pee break. OK, you get the picture, empty bladder, no pee blah blah blah!

It was a very pleasant, rather warm day and I was beginning to regret wearing my jumper as I sauntered towards The Chambers, and I could only imagine how warm Mistress must have been feeling in her head to toe latex ensemble. She had greeted me in her figure hugging, tight black latex catsuit and her rather nice new shiny boots and, and to finish her total rubberisation, Maggie had on a tight open faced latex hood: In fact the epitome of my dream woman, which of course, she is.

I had already sent her a copy of my negative Covid test so fortunately we were soon climbing the stairs to The Playroom. Oh those hips and thighs and cheeks, all perfectly framed inside the tight latex. I would definitely have been prepared to bury my nose in the valley had Mistress done her 'normal' activity of stopping abruptly, as it was she didn't stop, which was probably for the best as I had received a serious caning last session for various infractions.

Upstairs, I was sent to change (and pee) and returned for my obligatory worship of Maggie's footwear. Again I was sorely tempted to stray from the boots and gently lick and kiss lower thighs, upper thighs and... well, let my tongue go on a bit of an adventure. But I didn't! I am better trained than that. Mistress used her hefty Mistress whip to beat a rhythm on my backside during worship and I imagined even just flicking her wrist whilst so tightly and completely enclosed in latex would be generating considerable heat, because I was starting to sweat even though I was only wearing latex gloves and socks.

Luxury of luxuries, with the boots suitably attended to I was even permitted a short period of caressing and kissing along the back of those glorious, rubber clad thighs and derrière. However, a phrase Maggie uses quite a lot is ‘Well slave there is no pleasure without pain’, and that was kind of the case today, because sitting back down on her worshipped bottom Maggie pulled a transparent latex bag over my head, pulling it closed under my chin. Although not 'painful' it certainly generated some heavy breathing on my part as I gazed through the semi translucent latex at the face of my beautiful owner. It did seem a very appropriate setting with me kneeling before my wonderful Mistress dependant on her for the very air I was allowed to receive.

Getting me into my Invincible catsuit caused a real problem for the first time. Normally I can get into it almost unaided but not today. I think it was because I was starting to sweat more and more. Maggie talc'd the inside and I tried the normal routine making sure all zips were fully open. Oh what a tangle I'd got myself in! I tugged and pulled and shuffled and shrugged and had to ask Maggie for considerable assistance. This was definitely unfair on my part as I could see my poor Mistress getting warmer and warmer as we struggled.  After what seemed an eternity and one monumental struggle, I was finally able to zip up the suit to the chin but even the zipping was a struggle. I was pooped, and despite the room fan being on I could see Mistress was heating up from all the exertion and I was very happy when she indicated a short breather was required. 

A red latex hood was fitted before following Mistress into The Clinic where she explained I was to receive a catheter for the remainder of the session. Fine by me as I am now used to and dare I say rather enjoy the feeling of Maggie gently inserting a rubber tube deep into my innards. Before the successful insertion Maggie just couldn't resist the opportunity of smothering her charge both with her latex covered hands and with the rubber operating sheet. Sometimes I get the impression Maggie gets a real buzz from seeing her charges gasping for breath, and this willing slave was making no attempt to resist her absolute authority. 

The gloves aren't too bad because with a little twisting of the mouth I could gain just sufficient air so as not to have to complain. Now the rubber sheet on the other hand is a different proposition. It seals itself to the rubber hood you are wearing and that's it! Absolutely NO air and some most peculiar sounds as you breathe out, until you can breath out no longer!

The catheterisation was routine. After creating a sterile area, the anaesthetic fluid inserted down the urethra tingles initially, actually quite a pleasant tingle, then a 5 minute wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. It is testament to how good Maggie is with catheters that all the fluid was emptied down the urethra with no spillage and I couldn't even tell when the tube was inserted and the bulb inflated. What I did notice in the 5 minute wait period was Mistress casually enjoying a little late lunch. I was securely strapped to the couch but I could just glimpse Maggie through the mouth hole, yes a bit of an oblique angle, but I couldn't get the eyeholes focussed. Oh and I was enjoying a little e-stim that Maggie thought appropriate whilst she enjoyed her break. Not too rigorous but sufficient to draw my attention.

 

Mistress had earned that 5 minute break because up to that time she had worked extremely hard on her slave. What did start to be of concern was Mistress saying with a wry smile that she would leave fitting the catheter bag until later and that I would remain clamped until she decided otherwise. A little uncomfortable because I was just starting to feel some contents in my bladder but of course, there it stayed.

Moving back to The Playroom where I was ordered onto my knees with forehead on the floor, Maggie fiddled with my anal zip and prepared me for inserting a smallish butt plug. The size wasn't its main attraction as Mistress put it through its paces through a myriad of buzzing and vibrating cycles. I think Maggie found that most amusing as she could just about get it to play a buzzing tune. The plug was self contained with the on/off and programming button sitting nicely on its base. I mention its construction because this did cause some issues later as I was suspended from the rafters. Anyway, it was set off buzzing away and sealed inside my bum. 

The inflatable hood that went on next was, I think, my first experience with this piece of kit. At first I thought it was quite a loose fit and would no doubt leak air round the seams and mouth piece and I wondered if Mistress was aware of these potential failings? That was until it was pumped up heavily. Just a couple more pumps for good luck... and oh boy what a piece of kit when fully pumped. I just love the feel and the fit and the sheer air-tightness of this hood. I could see clearly after Mistress had demisted the lenses and just loved wearing it, and thank you Maggie for allowing me the chance.

We have developed a relatively simple and efficient way of launching me on my flying experiences that importantly, particularly in the current warmth, is relatively easy on my poor Mistress. Maggie retrieved the very heavy leather body harness from its storage box in the corner of the Playroom, and after loosening the straps I was able to wriggle my head into the appropriate place ready for Mistress to tighten them all. I recall back to my earlier days when I was a complete novice and had to rely on comprehensive instruction to get it right, but now with the appropriate training, I manage to get it ready for Maggie. With a little more training perhaps I will be able to fasten the straps and... that is for the future and dependant on Mistresses wishes.

Once strapped in, I was even able to attach the carabiners to the centre ring so I was standing comfortably yet attached to the ceiling; more excellent training! From that secure stance it is a relatively easy action to rest each leg in turn, slip them in the stirrups that Mistress had attached to the overhead suspension bar and et voila we have lift off. Relatively close to the ground, but all the same fully suspended. All that was left was for Maggie to pull on the pulley to lift the stirrups to whatever height she wanted. Once again I felt a little guilty that my Mistress was having to hoist a beefy slave on such a warm day but at least the first part of harnessing and swinging was relatively easy.

At last, I received the welcome relief of the rubber bag being attached to the catheter. It is rather strange, the sensation is not one of peeing, that familiar relief of standing there and peeing but more just a simple relaxation of the bladder pressure. That is part of what is meant by being under someone's total control I suppose (and I love it). 

Of course there was no way that Mistress would not take advantage of my suspended situation and first with a few tugs on my cock set me slowly swinging. That clearly didn't do enough for Maggie's needs and soon she disappeared, returning soon after with the heavy wooden block that she proceeded to attach to my balls, with the help of some old nylons and a carabiner.  

Now this did seem to float Maggie's boat in terms of torturing her slave. With my pumped up hands safely secured to stop them wandering and the block swinging freely, a quick grab of either cock or balls had me swinging like a pendulum, or squalling like a wimp when she purposely dug her nails into my tender flesh. I have to say another thank you because every now and then I was granted another whiff of aroma from my Mistress. When I mentioned that the vibrating anal toy had stopped working she seemed to enjoy trying to kick start it with her boot. That didn't work and after a few more boots, acknowledged it was not going to restart. It turns out the anal zipper on my suit was so tight when I was in the harness that it was pressing on the on/off button which, of course turned it off!

Two final points I would like mention, one relevant to the opening comments about pee; when we emptied the rubber bag at the end, it was absolutely full to bursting and in fact resembled an over stuffed salami. I have no idea how I had managed to accumulate so much pee, especially as I hadn't consumed any fluid for 45 minutes prior to arrival. The second point relates to Mistress asking me to help her out of her catsuit when our session had ended. As I unzipped the back of the suit, I could see (and wished I could have tasted) the fine layer of perspiration that was covering that perfect back. I didn't dare touch but it certainly reinforced how much work Maggie had invested on her slave. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

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Tingling Left I Am

Coming up to Star Wars Day (May the 4th), so I thought it appropriate to give the title a touch of ‘Yoda’, and hope its significance will all become clear!.

As instructed by Mistress Maggie, I now have the responsibility to suggest a scene or two I may enjoy for the session and then Mistress would either take it or leave it, or as is most likely, take it with several of her own ideas to enhance my playtime. Well, todays theme was total isolation and Maggie did say she could happily work with that.

One unexpected consequence of me suggesting the scenario is that I have far more time to think about which direction the session will take and with far more time comes the build up of far more frustration. At least a week before I can start dreaming...

I took the precaution of bringing flowers for Mistress Maggie on the grounds that she may just soften any punishments that I have incurred, and well, because I love Mistresses smile when I offer her the bouquet. It never works though; the reduction in punishments I mean, not the delightful smile that is always freely given.

Mistress was wearing a peplum skirt, yes I don't know what one is so I looked it up, but all I know is she looked fantastic. Her peplum was short, semi see through allowing me to see her fantastic figure underneath along with her translucent latex tights and a very fetching pair of black boots. Oh how I wanted to nuzzle my face in that rear as we climbed the stairs.

As part of my training I have learned that Maggie likes to test me on the stairs and occasionally abruptly stops, hangs out that glorious rear and waits for the inevitable contact, but remember,  'Control, control, you must learn control! – Yoda’.  So before my session starts I am on guard not wanting to annoy Maggie, the nuzzle may be allowed later but I must not take liberties with the temptress on the stairs!

After a gloriously long spell of boot worship actively encouraged by Mistresses crop across my buttocks when I was face down, or directed at my groin when I shifted to a full frontal position to get a better cleaning angle, I was allowed the luxury of once more being allowed to stroke Maggie's derrière. I have mentioned in previous blogs what a wonderful thrill it gives me so I will move on. Suffice is to say it is a wonderful thrill!

Plenty in the reservoir

A plain black hood attached to slave it was... and a plain black butt plug inserted in slave and pumped up it was... I know, Yoda never had a pumped up butt plug up his backside but it wasn't going to stop me enjoying Star Wars Day! And once safely secured inside my Invincible latex suit I was ready for my introduction to Maggie's newly finished inflatable straitjacket. It was agreed that inflation would not be appropriate today as I was to slide under the glass toilet box ready for some overdue refreshment. The straitjacket truly is a fantastic piece of kit that Mistress has created. With the rubber suit and two layers of rubber jacket, I was nicely warming and quite frankly ready for a drink. 

Maggie used the natural latex liner that attaches to the glass toilet by a ring of press studs, and the slaves head is positioned underneath it where there is a drinking tube that you can suck on to take refreshment. The downside is that all a slave can see is the barely transparent latex above and even when Maggie sat to pee, all I could discern was a growing shadow as the liquid covered the membrane. I must admit to loving the unrestricted sight when Mistress does not use the membrane as her glorious private... enough, off topic! There was a plentiful supply of piss and I was most intent on not losing one drop of Mistresses nectar.

Sucking on the tube as hard as I could and ... nothing. Maggie adjusted the path of the drinking tube and ... nothing again. I was beginning to wonder if this was another way Maggie had found to tease and torment her slave. 'In a dark place we find ourselves, and a little more knowledge lights our way – Yoda'. But no, after another adjustment, there was light at the end of the tunnel, the tube was freed of its kink and the pee made its way into my eager mouth. There was rather a good amount of the liquid and I set about sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing until every last drop was consumed. I did take my time savouring the juice, partly made up of recycled red wine from Mistress evening meal the night before. And why shouldn't I savour the moment, so many positives: Good wine, comfortable position, warm and cosy and in the presence of my ideal woman.

We then moved on to my suggestion from last time. I wanted to spend some time in strict isolation and Maggie was determined to grant me that fantasy. Boy did she go to town with the isolation part. Firstly, I was to be fitted with her mains powered cannula pump that her husband had invented. I am becoming quite a fan of this splendid little piece of equipment. The cannula was fitted into my nostrils and taped in place on top of the rubber hood to prevent slipping, its breathing tube could then fit through the small mouth aperture in the leather isolation helmet. After checking it was working, Maggie fastened up the all encompassing leather helmet that is tight, thick, very isolating and almost totally dark. The airflow was sufficient through the cannula to keep the slave alive, well aerated and supplied with hallucinating aroma vapours throughout my period of isolation.

I say almost totally in the dark because I was able to see the faintest glimmer of light, I think it was coming in round the reinforced nose holes. Anyway it was just sufficient to allow me a slight contact with the real outside world. Perhaps I should mention this to Mistress because a simple piece of sticky tape across the holes would render you completely in the dark, and then again, perhaps I shouldn't! ‘When you look at the dark side, careful you must be. For the dark side looks back – Yoda.’

And the final part of my incarceration came with me being secured into the leather body bag. Strapped up tight and attached to the bed with clasps I was happy lying there, looking at my little chink of light,  but above all fantasising about how lucky I am having such a truly remarkable Dominatrix who has seen fit to help this poor slave. 

I did confess to Mistress that some of my dreams about her were definitely against the rules, but she didn't seem to mind because, after all, what could a blinded isolated soul achieve but dream.

The final isolation came in the form of headphones that were placed over the isolation hood. The only sound I heard for the whole of the remainder of the session was the white noise through the phones. Nothing else. No sense of Mistress moving around. I didn't know if I was left totally alone or was Mistress relaxing on her throne in the corner, I just didn't know. But one thing I did know was that I felt totally safe in Mistresses hands no matter where she was in relation to the Playroom. Every now and then I did sense Maggie's presence and feel her further tightening the straps of the bodybag.

Cannula pump in use.

I was dragged abruptly back to reality and I knew Maggie was close by when I could feel her opening the zips in the body bag, delving inside my suit and extracting my cock and balls. This was definitely not what I expected when we began our isolation session but equally so I have mentioned that Mistress is never predictable and she is happy to add her own embellishments to the scene. 

I should have realised what was about to happen, because earlier in the session Mistress was having a coughing fit and had asked me to fetch a glass of water, on my exit to the bathroom she did mention that I should be careful to return with the right glass.

As I’d looked around the bathroom as to what she might be referring to, I’d spotted a thin, whispery sprig of nettle and promptly forgot the incident. Until now that was. I could feel something sharp running up and down the head of my cock and gradually that familiar tingling occurred that indicates that the sprig of nettles was now being put to good use. Remember, I was still blind and couldn't hear so all my sensations were now focussed on my groin.

After Maggie was satisfied with the actions of the pinwheel and nettle, two bullet vibrators were placed inside the crotch of my suit and everything zipped back up nice and tight. I have to admit, that with all the sensation in my cock and balls I actually started to hump. Try as I might, and I did try, I couldn't generate enough friction to force a climax, and even when Mistress started to caress the leather covered slave, I was left high and dry and very frustrated. In a sense I was pleased, because when I was finally given my hearing back, Maggie did say she would have just kept on tormenting me even after any orgasm!  Quite lucky really as I was able to remain on a high right through to the final act of disrobing. 

As to why I used the title 'Tingling Left I Am.' The nettle crop although only a willowy twig of that fine plant, must have been fresh and very stingy. I don't think I have left the Chambers before with such a tingling cock and even when I showered later, I could still sense the tingling sensation that was the legacy of yet another unique session with a truly unique Mistress Maggie. I hope that everyone else will experience this and it  'Happens to every guy sometimes this does – Yoda'.