Wired for Sound

It was 27 July when my calling mail from Mistress Maggie arrived:

'Nurse is busy checking batteries, to make sure your treatment will be electrifying!'

This time, the pre-session calling mail was accurate for the session content, and though brief it did contain clues. I could guess that today would involve a lot of e-stim, have a medical theme and be conducted predominantly in The Clinic.

For a change I was right on all three guesses. Of course, there would be far more ‘meat’ to be put on the bones of the session, after all, Mistress can and does amend details depending on where she wants to take the session, she would always prefer to stick to PlanA, but you can never rule out the PlanB! 

Mistress deserved a treat for putting up with such a useless slave, and I had called into the local supermarket to get some peach coloured roses, they were unusual in colour and a special gift for a special lady. Mistress accepted them graciously along with a sniff to check out their perfume.

In the intervening period between sessions I had been looking on the web at ladies bottoms in tight latex, purely for research I hasten to add, and as I followed Mistress Maggie up the stairs I was once again mesmerised by her tight latex covered derrière and decided on the difference between the images I had investigated and Maggie’s bottom; it was smoother than most of the images and more tightly covered than most, and in my opinion the very best bottom that I have had the privilege to investigate. Sorry, off at a bit of a tangent because of that wonderful fact, anyway Mistress wore other black latex clothing along with her tight leggings, finished off with a nurse's apron and red cross badges.

Returning to the Playroom after changing into my slave uniform, Mistress was sitting on her throne ready for my attentions. Without having to be instructed I immediately put my tongue to work on worshipping Maggie’s black knee-length boots, but when I got going, Mistress suggested I concentrate on the less clean lower parts of the boots. It was an interesting experience when I got round to the sole cleaning. The treads were like car tyre treads, very grippy and very knobbly, but I persevered until Mistress was happy. As it happens, the extra grip was essential to stop Mistress slipping on what would likely be a very wet floor once I’d removed my sweat laden suits!

A shiny latex hood with mouth zip was applied, then kneeling on all fours with Mistress sitting on my back I had a steel bipolar butt plug inserted and successfully tested. The only problem was it did have to be held in place by a stout strap, but Mistress had an answer for that and soon had me in a suitable harness to keep it where it belonged. It’s funny really because by the end of the session the plug had worked its way so far up my bum that I thought I would need Maggie to actually dig it out. As it happened, with a little gentle manipulation and persuasion, I was able to successfully extract the little steel beauty.

Before I was able to wear my latex suit, Mistress wanted to wire up her slave with many many sticky electrode pads. By the time she had finished, I resembled the wiring in a server cabinet, with leads all neatly gathered together at waist level. Once satisfied with her wiring, I was finally helped into my catsuit, and it was now that the five point zip system I had asked Invincible to put in my catsuit was finally put to full use. Two zippers to allow groin entry, two zippers to allow the wires to be fed through at my waist, and the fifth one zipped up to my chin. It took a bit of head scratching, but Maggie was able to work out the most effective combination.

There I was with a wiring loom emerging at my navel, being led by my collar through to The Clinic to be greeted by the white latex body bag. There it was, beautifully and precisely laid out in the middle of the couch, ready to receive its next occupant. 'Get into the body bag slave', said Mistress and she watched on as I eased myself into the suit, remembering to enter at the middle of the couch and slide my arms into the internal sleeves. Mistress took charge of my incarceration after that; zipping me in from bottom to top and threading the wiring loom through the front, ready to be connected to their appropriate power boxes. I was advised by my owner that 'Today you are going to suffer for your Mistress! '

Escape would be impossible even if I wanted to, which I definitely didn't, I was already encased in two thick layers of latex and now a System Mask was being added to my ensemble.

The System Mask is a truly comfortable hood to wear, and I was soon able to relax in my warm, sealed environment. I have to be careful not to appear too relaxed, as Maggie has various ways of bringing a slave back to full concentration levels. I had the appropriate breathing pipes and aroma delivery hose attached, and there was not one inch of this slave exposed directly to the air. Once again, I was in a good place, as Maggie's rubber slave.

Not only that, but Maggie had brought out three tens boxes and had begun attaching their various leads, ready to start their pulsing massage programs on low power. The sensations were absolutely amazing, rippling through the groin, tingling across the stomach and pulsing on and around the balls. Unfortunately, one of the leads from the butt plug must have worked loose as the metal midget buried its way deeper up my back passage and that failed to replicate the sensations from when it was tested.

Just look at the number of staples!

Maggie made sure I was receiving regular infusions of aromas through my mask, and now I was wired up and receiving electrical signals from many directions I had a rebreather bag attached too, even though I say so myself it produced a most euphoric state of mind, so much so that I hardly noticed Mistress extracting my cock and balls from my latex coverings and arrange them into a more agreeable exposed situation. 

Mistress, in an ‘experimental’ frame of mind, wanted to see if she could make my cock disappear by stapling cable ties to my scrotum and fastening me up. She tried this way and that way before announcing, 'this experiment does not work'. The staples couldn't hold the ties secure enough for her to capture anything, and so the experiment was concluded. However, Maggie wasted no time in using the remaining staples in an artistic manner, opting for the more traditional stapled mangina.

A novel little touch to keep my cock under control while Mistress was performing my operation was the application of a pair of electric forceps on the end of my foreskin, and yet another e-stim box was applied, presumably the one freed up by the failed anal plug, and she announced that she would proceed with the staples. Well, as soon as the first one was stapled in place, I just couldn’t help myself and rather embarrassingly climaxed. I did try to warn Mistress, but it was too late! Worryingly, Mistress said with a smile in her voice that she would note this on my record for future use.

Strangely, as Maggie continued with her artistry, I relaxed into the zinging of my tightly gripped foreskin accompanied by short sharp pricks of the staple gun and was actually starting to enjoy the experience despite the recent orgasm. Perhaps assisted by the occasional aroma blast or distracted by the continued tingly, tickling rippling experience across my lower torso. Maggie was determined to complete my mangina and wickedly switched up the intensity level on each of the tens boxes to suffering territory before returning to the job in hand. All the while I was still using the rebreather and comfortably entombed in the system mask.

My first BIG mistake was when Mistress had completed her penis reconstruction, she asked if I wanted out of the system mask. Without thinking through the consequences, I muttered through the mask, yes please. Big mistake because with the removal of the mask went the aroma pump hose and boy could I have used quite a few puffs as the staples were removed. The experience was far more daunting and painful than when they were inserted and really made Mistresses guinea pig squeal, I had no idea how many were to be removed, so had to brace until Mistress indicated they were all out. Mistress certainly fulfilled her promise, as she always does, 'Today you are going to suffer for your Mistress!' 

I felt pleased that I had managed an extended period with both the rebreather bag and system mask, and Maggie said she was very pleased with my endurance, as the duration of both achievements appeared to be a record for me. The results of the staple removal were a VERY wet slave and when I climbed out of the two layers of latex, it was a bit like a skating rink on the Clinic floor. I found it difficult to stay upright in my latex socks, but fortunately Mistress in her super grippy boots managed a little better and I expect that they’re going to be needing another tongue cleaning.

I did have the privilege of helping Mistress Maggie with the cleaning up afterwards, and I have to say I find that part of my training most satisfying, it allows me to show my gratitude after a damp and demanding session. 

Thank you, Mistress.


Caution: This 01:54min clip has audio

Imagination

Imagination is one of the most fantastic attributes that we humans possess. It certainly has helped cement my adoration and servitude to my Mistress Maggie. Before I was introduced to the delights of slave training under a most stunning and accomplished Dominatrix, I used to imagine totally random mundane issues; What if I won the pools? What if the premium bonds came up? What about the lottery? etc. etc… 

Since I met Mistress my thoughts and imagination have increasingly been focussed towards how I can better serve my owner. It’s not unknown for my thoughts about Mistress and what she would like to do with her slave to make me physically shake with excitement. I, of course, accept everything Mistress wishes to do both in actuality and imagination, although some do stray into Maggie’s forbidden territory and these are filed away for future, private review.

Some however, come to maturity, like my recent silver headed tape binding, a walk in the woods, a meal in bondage at a local restaurant etc. etc. and some are wonderful yet impractical. I imagine being Maggie’s full time rubber slave, having her free to modify my bits and pieces at will, without concerns for my vanilla life. Impractical I know, because I do not have the stamina and staying power to live up to Mistresses high standards 24*7, and neither is it one of Maggie’s requirements.


Today I was told to -

‘Pack your plum cat suit to bring to session along with your butt plug and black accessories. It might be a hot and sweaty day but Mistress has the means to let a slave drip dry’.


Mention of the plum suit had my imagination running wild in a specific direction. In the past Maggie has referred to the suit as my ‘flying suit’, I had worn it when she had decided to suspend me from the ceiling, attach all sorts to my dangly bits and ensured I was well used, and not just on the one occasion! You don’t need a great amount of imagination to understand how much my mind was racing.

Arriving at the Chambers on time I was greeted by my stunning Mistress in a most beautiful long latex evening skirt in a plum colour. Imagination ramped up a notch as I followed those beautiful hips up the stairs to the Playroom, and yes my thoughts did momentarily slip into forbidden territory, but I am now too well trained to allow those thoughts more than a fleeting millisecond to continue.

Returning from the bathroom as instructed, in my latex socks and gloves with trusty butt plug in hand, I adopted my position for the preliminary footwear worship but had to wait before I could start. Mistress was a little excited as a new purchase had arrived in today’s post and knowing what it was, she wanted to open the packet and have me model it. The item was a black spandex hood and her first observations were that it might be too small and made for a child. Being spandex it could be stretched over my willing head, instantly growing from its seemingly small size to slave size and seated very comfortably where it was intended to go. From the inside it had the opacity and texture of very, very thick black tights. It was dark but allowing sufficient light to see Maggie’s outline as she fussed and adjusted the hood to align with my features and laughed as she slid the mouth zip open to my surprise. Enough of this and I am sure it will reappear either in my training or for another fortunate slave.

Maggie’s boots were short; ankle length material boots, and I was told in no uncertain terms not to get the material too wet, unlike the attentions I give to her leather or vinyl boots where I could lick, kiss and drool a bit to my heart’s content. While I was kissing and worshipping her footwear Mistress outlined the agenda she’d proposed for today’s lesson, telling me how she would need to postpone her original plans because her plan to wrap me in clingfilm and suspend me on a scaffold pole felt too strenuous for her at the moment. Yes, my imagination had at least been partly on track, but that explanation has now set my imagination racing for a future session. ‘Instead’ she said, ‘You will begin by acting as a toilet for me’. That then set my imagination going in yet another direction and by now I was so deep in my sub-space that I was delighted to be able to serve Maggie in any way she wished.

A latex hood was chosen for me to serve in before I was reacquainted with the plum suit that I had deposited on the bed when I arrived, and the plum butt plug that had been quivering on the chest of drawers was now fitted where the sun don’t shine. It was a nice touch that Mistresses skirt, my suit and even the hidden plug were all colour coordinated, confirming that Maggie does have a particularly fine sense for detail and colour co-ordination.

Mistress seemed rather pleased when I volunteered with moving the heavy toilet box into the most suitable location for play, but isn’t that what any slave would do? Why have a dog and bark yourself, or in this case why have a slave and do the shifting yourself.  Positioned under the seat with the rubber toilet ruff comfortably fitted round my neck I was snapped into position around the bowl. My view of the world was somewhat limited and I lay passively as Mistress made her human toilet more secure and useful. 

This is where my imagination kicks into overdrive again. I can feel Maggie attaching chains, securing me under the box and… this is where I really appreciate the pictures that Maggie so graciously provides me with. I can compare what I had imagined with what physically happened. That in itself can be a real revelation when I do receive the pics. This act of reconciling fact and imagination is a wonderful experience that I can cherish for ever.

I will perhaps go off at a slight tangent here. In my earlier training I told Maggie how I loved to be able to watch as she glided around me doing whatever she was doing. Now I still do love those visions but I no longer need to see my Mistress all the time. If I am blindfolded, hooded, taped up or severely restricted, I know in my imagination just how lucky I am to have a beautiful owner and I can spend my ‘dark time’ thinking about her, knowing that I may be lucky to receive real images of what she is doing. Sometimes as happened today, the imagination can be wildly different from reality.

Sorry, I digress and will return to the session now. I was comfortable in my position and waiting for Mistress to fulfil todays role. I didn’t have too long to wait and I could hear Maggie raising the long skirt, not a particularly practical garment if the wearer is contemplating using her toilet slave. I did catch the merest glimpse of Maggie removing her latex briefs ready for action, and guess what colour they were? Yes, plum coloured latex briefs. Mistress really does have an eye for detail.

Waiting patiently to perform my task, I was privileged to be allowed the vision of two white orbs slowly descending until Maggie was happy that her waste would be deposited fairly and squarely in the correct receptical. Then a little stream appeared. Carefully positioning my lips I eased my head a little and was able to catch and consume every drop of the golden nectar that I was gifted with. Being only a tongue length from that forbidden private area of Maggie’s anatomy created more forbidden imagination on my part, but I am too well trained to stray.

To top off, or should I say bottom off her experience, I saw Maggie using toilet paper to dry her private parts and casually toss the moist sheet into the toilet bowl and closed the lid. Am I due more? Will there be another drink available? Not today, when the toilet lid was briefly opened it was to toss an aroma soaked sheet into the pan and the lid promptly closed again, leaving me to inhale the heady scent intermingled with the lasting perfume emanating from the used tissue.

I felt quite flushed when finally relieved of my toilet duties, though needed to get busy helping Mistress by returning the toilet to its correct place and pulling out the bondage bed to allow Mistress access to both sides. Mistress then led me through to her wardrobe where I received a sneak peek of the magnificent latex garments Mistress possesses, but the prime reason was to retrieve a VERY heavy rubber bondage sack from the high rail. As I said earlier, why have a dog and bark… ? 

Back in the Playroom my suits’ crotch zip was opened, as was the appropriately aligned zip in the bondage sack. It is quite easy to enter the sack and although you have limited movement there is no escape since it also has arms like a straightjacket. The art is to gently bend knees while retaining balance and trust Mistress to guide you onto the bed, a couple of shuffles had me in the centre of the bed and I received leather straps around my upper arms, wrists and one around my ankles. I was secure and incredibly comfortable. Even when the securing chains were attached at arms and ankles I relaxed and felt truly grateful for this wonderful and inescapable experience.

I was jolted out of my dreams by feeling Mistress going to work on her cock and balls. Something tight and steely was fastened round them, Maggie was screwing something in and cranking up its grip on my delicate parts, then something a little less steely was slipped over my cock, I guessed this might be some form of electrical connection. Maggie confirmed it was a double monopole electrode, she teamed it with an item she described as, ‘a little electro pad for your little cock and balls’, and firmly attached it on my perineum at the root of my cock. A little test of the electrical circuits and we were good for lift off! Because Maggie knows her slave and also my tolerances, she happily started the e-stim with a pulsing charge on Program 8, at a sufficient level to excite but not exterminate. As soon as cock and balls get used to that level of stimulation I know it is likely to be increased!

To complete my preparations for some relaxing bed bondage Maggie attached the rubber blindfold and encouraged me to accept the inflatable tube gag, not that I need any encouragement for any activities that Maggie chooses. Before being tucked up underneath the latex duvet I had an inflatable collar fitted round my neck to help retain the heat within my latex bondage. I really should have mentioned to Maggie that the merest chink of light peeked through around the top corner of the blindfold, not enough to allow any form of vision but light all the same. I console myself with this lack of honesty to Mistress with the fact that I was severely gagged and couldn’t talk. Had I tried to grunt that I could see, Maggie would naturally be concerned that something more desperate was wrong, and I didn’t want to worry her.

As I rested in near to darkness my imagination again became very active. I could imagine that beautiful figure as Maggie lay next to me on top of the rubber duvet. I could imagine Mistress gently stroking me through the multiple latex layers, I could imagine receiving a welcome infusion of aromas, but it wasn’t imagination. I could actually feel all these subtle luxuries as I ‘relaxed’. What definitely wasn’t left to my imagination was the gradual increase in the e-stim levels.

That really hit the button. The increased power set my imagination on fire. I could only think of my seductive Dominatrix and her very willing slave being brought into a state of heightened arousal. I must admit that quite a few of the thoughts strayed into forbidden territory as I recollected what had happened and…  CLIMAX!

After having turned off the electric’s (thank goodness), Mistress gently eased me out of the sack. I was dripping wet and had to stand on a towel to avoid a tsunami across the carpet. We dumped all the latex into the bath and I helped Maggie with the cleaning, moving the bed back etc. and we talked about the wonderful feelings I had just experienced and I was happy relaxed and contented.

I appreciate much of this blog is devoted to my imagination, but I really would like to thank Mistress Maggie for helping me to develop that imagination in a most perverted direction. I think I am happier now than for a long long time.

WARNING! - Crotch Zips can Damage your Health

All my own fault, although Mistress Maggie was responsible in part, because I was so mesmerised by being in the company of my beautiful Mistress that I wasn't concentrating on the issue in hand. I was rushing to climb into my latex suit after having serviced Maggie's rather stunning boots. I climbed in, adjusted arm and legs until it felt comfortable, guided the zip fastener past my guiche and gave that ‘distracted’ tug that made me shout OUCH! The scrotum caught in the zip and I panicked, thinking that could be the end of my inflation session and possibly my nuts!

Perhaps I should take a step back along the timeline and you may understand my excitement and distraction. On this occasion, Mistress gave me a specific steer as to the direction the session would take in her calling mail:

‘Nurse is ready to expand your training horizons and recommends that you have BIG pants to go home in after her treatment…’

I surmised that this meant I was going to have a saline infusion and emerge with a beautifully expanded scrotum, (big, fat balls!) I also knew that it was best to pack a pair of latex briefs for the return journey, after all, all that lovely saline has to go somewhere. Some will be absorbed, but some will be leaked. Anyway, I arrived ready to be inflated.

The erotic tension continued to build at the front door to the Chambers when Maggie greeted me in her nude coloured catsuit, metallic latex accessories, red cross apron and very, very long white boots. I was almost a quivering wreck, knowing I was ready to serve.

I followed those lovely cheeks up the stairs and after quickly donning latex gloves and socks was slobbering all over Mistresses white boots. My red butt plug was deployed with me supine over the Playroom horse and by now I was loosing all my senses, mesmerised by this beautiful dominatrix and that was the precise point when I really should have been concentrating on the crotch zip. Yes! Three times and some puncture wounds until Maggie took charge and finished off my zip.

Not content with one latex suit, Maggie explained it wasn’t only my balls that would be inflated and eased me into her inflatable latex catsuit. Effectively, I had three latex catsuits. Some may think I would boil under three layers. Not at all to this rubber fanatic. Maggie had rekindled my love of latex right at the start of my servitude and now, I primarily worship Mistress and that will never change, but my liking of latex means I love the three layers, in fact the more the merrier.

With the crotch zips all aligned to allow Mistress unfettered access to her jewels I was led to the Clinic, and whilst remaining standing against the wall Maggie gave a thorough examination of my balls, if that’s what a good squeezing is called!. That in itself was enough to drive me to distraction again, but the examination resulted in the diagnosis that further work was required. Oh, what a surprise. Once Mistress has her slave by the balls, it is MOST likely that further treatment is on the menu. After all, Mistress has to have her enjoyment and that is all that should matter to a slave. 

I'm not quite as fat as the image suggests!

Laid precisely in the middle of the couch, neatly arranged, was the pale latex sheet onto which I eased my backside. (Remember, ease yourself gently into the middle of the couch, swing your legs on and…) Relax, but not for long. Mistress had my head quickly enclosed in an inflatable latex gasmask. Quite a few puffs later and the hood was tight, snug, very comfortable and completely air tight, ready for the aromas pump hose to be attached in preparation for any medication that Nurse Maggie deemed appropriate. 

I detected that distinct and very pleasurable aroma of cocoa butter being massaged into my balls. This activity is to help the ball sac stretch in preparation for a few bags of saline. Once again, I probably shouldn’t say this just before being pumped full of salt water, but the anticipation was certainly growing; the image of me with supersized testicles fills me with delight.

What was approaching was the inevitable ball sac inflation, with the calling email being very specific as to what to expect. I do know Mistress can change the rules at any time, but on this occasion big balls it was to be. After the mess I had made with my scrotum and the crotch zip I was surprised that Maggie could find suitable places to pierce me with her twin cannulas, but there was no stopping my committed nurse, and once in, the saline taps were turned on and my balls started to get bigger.

As my balls were filling there was more pumping from Maggie. This time with her electric pump hooked into the valve of the inflatable suit. It takes a while and is a little noisy, particularly as Mistress mischievously placed the pump close to my left ear. Not too bad, as the heavily pumped hood does deaden the sound.

Don’t worry about dead time during the inflation, Maggie had it all planned, and interspersed with the odd puff of aroma therapy Maggie used her rubber resuscitator to occasionally give me a good blast of clean air. The final twist in the preparation was the addition of brown tinted lens covers. After that, everything was sepia brown, as if I was now looking at the world 150 years ago.

By the time Maggie was satisfied with the size of her/my balls I was well and truly medicated, and I was advised that a probe into or through those inflated testicles would be most appropriate and that we would start with a medium-sized Pratt sound. I could hear it being extracted from its sterilised wrapper before sliding down my urethra with plenty of lube. Well that went in so easily I thought my urethra was going to gobble it all up which amused Mistress, so she announced more of a thrill for my little, or not so little pee hole. The next sound that, although shorter, was ribbed, and I could tell Maggie was having fun teasing her slave with the ribbed sound. Slow in… slow out…in…out… in… out … and I felt as if I was being milked. A most pleasant ribbing, I must say. I must be careful with these comments, otherwise my Mistress will believe I was having far too much fun!

The penultimate sound was beaded with a slightly hooked tip that goes in a long way. I could feel that right in the pit of my stomach. The curved ends playing havoc with my inner senses. As a finale, I was offered the choice of two Van Buren sounds. Both have distinct ‘J’ shaped ends and one is larger than the other. I chose the larger one because I wanted to prove to Mistress that I will do anything she wishes.

Before that deployment I received several doses of medication and a couple of good strong pumps on the rubber resuscitator, and to prove to Maggie I was compos mentis and wanted to receive the large VanB I had to confirm to Maggie the number of fingers she was holding aloft. 2 fingers and we were good to go. Because of the strong curvature of the sound, Mistress was extra careful in feeling and guiding its progress deep inside my body. This one you could really feel the progress towards my bladder. Any deeper and I think I might have involuntarily peed myself.

The feeling was truly amazing. I had achieved what Mistress wanted me to achieve with the sounds, and I also got a deep thrill from the experience as well as the pleasure in hearing Maggie’s voice that she was obviously pleased with my progress. By this time, the mass of experiences and the fact that it was a very warm day started to interfere with my ability to wear the hood, and I asked if I could be relieved of it. Of course, as soon as it came off I was ready to carry on with more, but Maggie knows her slave and thought it best to wind down. When I start having difficulties, she knows I have had enough.

As I mentioned it was a blazing hot day and I was in three layers of rubber and loving every moment of it, but I had had the benefit of lying down on the couch and even so I was like a wet rag and needed Maggie’s help to extricate myself. I really felt sorry for my Mistress as she had been doing all the hard work, and she too was dripping wet and needed assistance in removing her suit etc.

It is a dream for a devoted slave to be able to assist with disrobing his owner, and the gleaming perspiration tempted me to want to lick away some of the moisture. Only tempted because I felt it would have been too much of a liberty to ask to taste a sweaty armpit or wherever, and I am better trained than taking unauthorised liberties.

Thank you, Mistress Maggie, for taking me to places no other sounds had gone before and for another wonderful experience.

Caution: This 02:20min bellows clip has audio.

Silver Top

The title has absolutely nothing to do with the full fat milk popular on many doorsteps. Well, I suppose there is a tenuous link with the full and fat description, both of which have been used to describe this ageing rubber pervert. I don't mind because I am both, but enough of this self-deprecation.

I had absolutely no concept about the exciting adventure that we were about to embark on, as Mistress Maggie had given absolutely nothing away in the calling mail. All that Mistress said was ‘See you tomorrow for more rubber fun.’ The start was exactly as this slave has learnt to expect; a beautiful Mistress welcoming me into her rooms of wonderment, this time clad in her gold latex catsuit, peaked military hat and shiny black patent boots which came well up her thighs. 

I was pleased on two counts. Firstly I was delighted that Maggie felt sufficiently comfortable to wear a catsuit after her operation, and secondly the length of the boots was most enticing and as you might expect, just the sight of them lets me know my place, and also a great tease to this rubber slave.


I think Mistresses military hat must have gone to her head, because she seemed to get perverse pleasure in cropping my backside as I cuddled, kissed and licked both boots. I was happy as I will do anything to help make my Mistress happier.


Back to the Silver Top title. At the start of the week I had been idly flicking through videos on the internet under the general heading of tape mummification, looking for something I’d like myself and to suggest as a possible scene for a future session. One particular example really caught my attention and dare I say it, produced quite a stir in my little cock. 

The scene that unfolded involved a young lady sitting relaxed at a table and agreeing to her partner making several modifications to her head. First off was a fabric gag that filled her mouth before having tape over her mouth to keep it firmly in place. Two small pieces of tape across eyelids kept them shut. Once completed, a quick wrap of cling film created the perfect base for a complete head taping with shiny black tape; a very neat mummification by the way. Not content with this, her partner after thoroughly smoothing the black tape fitted a tight-fitting black latex hood with nose holes only, and finished the head wrap with a black leather posture collar. As I said, this really turned me on with the thought that under the rubber was a comprehensive tape covering… 

Well, I sent off the link to Maggie with a suggestion that she may wish to consider this as part of a session. I don’t like suggesting this type of scenario as I prefer Mistress to do whatever she wishes, but on the other hand, Mistress does like to keep on top of what’s floating her slaves’ boat and has been known to admonish me for not making any suggestions.


When I suggested the scenario, I’d hinted that Mistress could do anything she wanted to her blind, deaf and dumb slave, I would be compliant and totally at her mercy. As it turned out my hint could not have been further from the truth…  

A lead was snapped on and I was led away to the Clinic with no idea of what intentions Maggie had for me. My imagination was running away with me now, visions of the young lady in the video were vivid, how erotic she looked and how strange I must look in my silver top. Hearing was difficult for me now, so relying on being pushed and pulled in whichever direction Maggie wanted me to go was my only option.

With guidance I was manoeuvred on to the couch with my legs secured high in the stirrups and the motorised couch was slowly sending me into a reclining position. When a gloved hand began to lubricate my back passage it was fair to believe that I would be taking a pegging. Of course I could not see, but Mistress was already positioned ready to invade me and the tip of her gold strap-on was now teasing my hole.

If you examine the picture of the silver head, you might see that a problem may be developing. The wrap across the bridge of the nose was perfectly all right when I was vertical, but as the couch moved towards the horizontal I found it increasingly difficult to breathe out. Breathing in was fine, but a flap in the back of my nose had closed and I couldn’t breathe out from my nose, meanwhile my thoroughly stuffed and taped up mouth prevented exhalation that way too. Articulating my distress through hand signals and grunts had Mistress produce her safety scissors and she began hacking away at the wrapping around my airways, I was able to explain my situation once I had a little saliva around my mouth and with the couch returned to a more seated position I was soon able to breathe more normally again.

I really need to apologise to my Mistress for ruining what she wanted to do to her slave. After what had happened I was not in any kind of ideal orientation for a pegging and to make things worse, despite taking care to do my pre-session hygiene the few thrusts I took up my bum from her strap-on left it a filthy mess! I could tell, even in my severely restricted state, that I had disappointed her, the moment was gone and it was inevitable that my silver head wrap had to be cut off. Maggie pointed her slave towards the bathroom and threw me a towel with the instruction. ‘Go and clean yourself up!

We did not dwell on the hiccup with my training, instead a quick sojourn back to the Playroom had me inserted into my full black latex, and for the two hundred and somethingth time I was Mistresses rubber plaything. Mistress soon had me back to the clinic to have some very interesting additions made to my cock and balls. You may remember from other blogs that occasionally my balls and particularly in this case my errant cock have tendencies to do their own thing. I was to be locked in an electric chastity cage that has its electrodes on the inside, well for whatever reason, cock was not playing fair and it took Maggie several attempts to charm it into the small red chamber and snap a lock on it. Her testing process confirmed that the electric stimulation was working loud and clear. On the other hand, the rubber oxballs sack with internal electrodes went on perfectly over my balls, and that too tested positive for electrical contact.

Once satisfied, Mistress led me back to the Playroom with instructions to be careful with the leads to cock and ball circuits. Maggie had spent time prior to my arrival assembling her rubber vacuum bed, which was neatly laid out next to the Playroom bed and I was told that I would be spending the rest of my session inside it. I have had quite a bit of practice climbing into the bed; slide in gently from the side opening and carefully position your body so the mouth is under the breathing hole and legs into the corners of the vacbed; a manoeuvre made so very easy due to the vacuum bed being chlorinated.

When Maggie jokingly said that she would climb in with me to make sure my breathing apparatus was installed properly, I was sorely tempted to plead with her to do so, but instead I meekly took the offered anaesthetic mask, attached it as instructed and made sure it was connected to the external plug. It is very easy to breathe inside the vacbed with the mask, and I laid back to relax.

Mistress threaded the electric cables through a port to the outside of the vacbed and placed a pillow under my head, I was most comfortable as I lay there contemplating life and my Owner, only to be rudely interrupted by the pulsing of the cock electrodes as Maggie set the e-stim gently throbbing.

Some final pieces of equipment were attached to the air intake, and I was ready once more to be transported closer to heaven by my Mistress. The two add-ons were the aromas pump hose and a re-breather bag. I was ready for being vacuumed! The side was sealed and the high-powered vacuum pump soon had me in the tightest of predicaments. I was loving every moment, the suction, the throbbing of the electric… in fact the whole scene. 

 

Just as an aside, although the latex looks black and impenetrable the top surface is actually a translucent smokey black, so when the suction is on and the latex tightens you get a strange, eerie, dark view of the world. Well not exactly a view, more an impression on what is happening. I could see shapes and see Mistresses outline as she moved around. I soon settled into the familiar rhythm of the rebreather bag; long, slow inhales and exhales. This allows the bag to deflate and allow some fresh air in. I must have been well in that zone because Mistress complimented me afterwards on how well her slave had performed, rebreathing for about an hour before Maggie decided I had received far too much pleasure for one day.

In that hour, I was erotically stroked, and yes I can tell the difference when Maggie takes her gloves off to caress her slave, I could see the outline as Mistress gently laid along her slave and massaged me all over with her tight latex covered body, allowing me to savour the slippery sensations that transpire when two chlorinated garments come together. Later when the electric was raised a little more I could also feel the tattoo of the riding crop on my right nipple, beating time to the electro induced thrusts of my body. Now and then, when Maggie deemed it appropriate, I received a very welcome dose of my aromas delivered straight to my anaesthesia mask by the aroma pump hose.
 
We naturally discussed the test of the head taping after the session, and Maggie has a few ideas to modify the test method to make it more satisfying for her and more workable for her slave. I must applaud Mistress Maggie for incorporating another of my fantasies in such a short time frame and offer my sincerest thanks to her for her patience and for being my Mistress, my tormentor but above all, my friend. 

I certainly got my rubber fun today.


Warning: This 1:31min head wrap clip has audio

CL=1/SA

I was glad to return to some semblance of normality following Mistress Maggie’s leg operation, although I’d had to arrange a Monday session, that being the first date we could both accommodate after Mistress Maggie's operation.

Mistress was predominantly dressed in black latex and an old familiar feeling began to overwhelm me as I followed her up to the Playroom. There were touches of red contrasting strongly with the black, particularly her long flowing ponytail, crisp red latex gloves and red belt. I have known my Mistress for over 10 years and I know the ponytail is false, but the effect is outstanding, particularly in the current configuration. You will see what I mean in the images. Suffice is to say, it didn’t take me long to be once more mesmerized and drawn back under the spell of a very sensual, sexy and dominant beautiful woman.

Mistress beckoned me onto my knees at her feet, where I was fitted with a rather snug fitting latex hood before I started worshipping her comfortable, long black boots. I was as gentle as gentle could be and I wasn’t sure if I was being too gentle, but again I didn’t want to aggravate her beautiful but still mending leg. The black lace up boots continued to receive my attentions whilst my backside was given the occasional caress with her butterfly crop, though I know from experience that the same crop can deliver quite a sting if tongue work on her leather boots were to displease her. Altogether, it felt a pretty good position for a slave to be in.

Conscious that Mistress’ leg was not fully recovered, I tried to take as much of the strain away from her movements by volunteering to move equipment and even, off my own initiative, moved the horse closer to where Maggie was sitting so that she could ease in my red plug from a sitting position. Maggie genuinely appreciated that, and although it seemed strange to be having my butt plug inserted before I was in my Invincible latex suit, it was more important that my ass was stretched back into action a.s.a.p. after its lack of practice. Strange because without the safety of the zip holding it in, I had to clench my buttocks to make sure it stayed there. I didn’t need to worry too long though, as I was soon inside my suit and zipped all the way to my hood, giving that restrictive feeling that only a good rubber catsuit can provide.

Mistress always helps with my dressing, as getting my arms into the suit’s sleeves on my own is usually a problem and once again she was happy to assist. If I am honest, I love the feeling when Mistress smooths the suit to ensue a snug fit and the sensations when I am polished all over with Mr. Sheen certainly pushes me yet further under Maggie’s spell. We talked and joked about what had happened since our previous session and fortunately Maggie could see the funny side when I quipped that her daily walks would probably be going in circles with one good leg and the other one yet to receive a similar operation… Mistress does have a sense of humour and doesn’t always punish her slaves for such remarks. After all Maggie does not need any reason to administer punishments, that’s one of the Chambers rules.

The red butt plug didn’t stay in for long and I was once more in a prone position along the horse with my zipper lowered and trusty red plug being eased out. It seems to have a mind of its own because it is far easier to insert than extract the plug. I suppose that’s how it should be. The plug wants to stay warm and hidden in its home… anyway it was to be replaced with an electro plug of a reasonably similar size, so I knew exactly what kind of  shocking experience may lie in store, well in my bum at least. The electrics were checked and I confirmed with a little jump and a sigh that I was receiving a good strong signal.

Maggie had decided that her slave should be bound in a contrasting red body harness that restricts both arm and leg movement, and after a good deal of buckling we were off to The Clinic. Once again Maggie called on her slave to perform a heavy task of fixing the leg extension onto the couch. It is indeed quite heavy and definitely requires two hands and bending down to ensure a clean, precise fit. This is not easy whilst trying to hold the electrode cables out of harms way and the harness restricting my movement.

A tip that I may have mentioned in a previous blog, but it is important so as not to overbalance the couch I suggest you mount the couch from the side, sit well back in the chair part and gently swing both legs onto the couches extension. It sounds easy and it is with a little care, practice and gentle movements. Once positioned, it was a relatively easy matter for Mistress to carry on buckling, making sure my arms were secured to my sides and my legs fixed together in a mummy type fashion, and once more fully at her mercy. I love that feeling every time I give my body to the Mistress I trust absolutely.

It was at this point that I realized that the bum electrodes had ceased to stimulate. I could just lie there and pretend it was ok but that is not what I have promised to my Mistress, so I mentioned the lack of sensation which I’ve come to learn will provoke a good amount of ‘tut-tutting’ from Mistress, thankfully the problem was easily rectified today, by reinserting one of the wires in its appropriate hole. It was just as well I mentioned it before the S10 gas mask was applied as communication is always a little muted though the gas mask. The mask was topped off with an open face mask which covered my head and completed my incarceration in total rubber. I do love that feeling where everything in my little world consists of rubber and Mistress. Nothing else matters but pleasing the most stunning person I know, and such a bonus that she is a rubber loving lady herself.

A few inches of bare skin were exposed as Maggie gently slipped open my crotch zip and tied a tight red rope tourniquet round the base of my cock and balls, a double looped electrode was positioned round my cock and a sticky electrode just above my guiche piercing.

Perhaps now is the right time to explain the title of this blog. I am not sure why but instead of growing to a reasonable size my pathetic cock shriveled to chipolata size. Mistress was somewhat disappointed, saying that as I got older my cock size was decreasing and in order to hide the embarrassing little prick she stuck some sticking plaster over it. Hence:

CL = 1/SA 

Where CL = cock length and SA = slaves age, hence the older I get the smaller my cock gets! 

Mistress announced that she would need to find the smallest available electrode for the smallest cock in the room. Now remember, Maggie had my butt plug running on pulse program and whilst she was out electrode hunting… well I just couldn’t stop it. Mistress had forced me to cum with nothing more than sticking plasters and e-stimming my bumhole. Well I suspect the thought and actions of my most sensual Mistress had a lot to do with me losing control!

Of course I told Mistress on her return but I oh so desperately wanted the session to continue and we progressed to the next stage of her plan. Maggie had announced on Twitter that she had obtained a glass bottle that she wanted to try out as a bubble bottle. Filled with water it created a very loud bubbling response from her slave, in fact probably the loudest breathing bubble noises I have experienced. The aroma delivery system was incorporated into the breathing system and I sunk, or elevated even further under Maggie's control and I was slowly anaesthetized by the aromas, restricted by bubble breathing and stimulated continually around my abdomen with a configuration that now included the smallest electrode in her vast arsenal. Could a slave get any higher sensations and feeling in the presence of his goddess?

Another new initiative was to be introduced in the form of Maggie's vital signs monitor. After all what good is the electro therapy if its efficacy cannot be measured. The new machine was duly plugged in and the blood pressure cuff placed on my arm and inflated and the pulse monitor clipped on a finger. This is a procedure that is probably well known by anyone who has had a health check with their nurse or doctor. The machine was certainly exuding all the expected beeps and noises, what was not quite as obvious were the effectiveness of the monitors through the thick latex of the suit and the thinner latex of the gloves. However readings were showing on her machine, and even if not totally accurate were sufficient to act as comparison (BP 124/63 which is accurate for me in a relaxed state)

The time had come for Maggie to determine whether increased electrotherapy affected my vital signs. Both nipple zips were opened and electro pads were stuck next to each nipple and then had nipple pumps attached, which Mistress really wound up so they were sucking hard on my nipples. Little did I know that these had electric capability as well. There I was with extended, bulging nipples flanked by these little pads and when their circuits were initialized I had power coursing through my cock and balls, power still inside with the bum plug and now power applied to each nipple. 

I was pleased when Mistress explained that she does not allow current across the chest which was why she has to arrange one effective channel per nipple. Mistress as always takes the safe approach with her slaves and I had read somewhere that an e-stim circuit from nipple to nipple can be dangerous. Once again, I knew I was in safe hands. 

I was in no doubt that my heart rate and pulse had increased a little with each increment of the e-stim dials, the vital signs machine confirmed it, and that my blood pressure had risen too!(BP 134/77)  It might be useful to explain that the sensations from the butt plug were somewhat overpowered by the other e-stim, and at one point I thought I might have become unplugged again!. It hadn’t, which was very evident at the end when other circuits were turned down then off.

Once again, my senses were teased by my beautiful Mistress as she turned around, spreading her latex apron flaps apart and gently placed her latex clad derriere just within reach of one of my tethered hands, as she bent away from me I was allowed to gently stroke that most sacred area. I enjoyed that trust from Mistress who knew I wouldn’t try to overstep her strict rules. I must admit it was not for want and desire to do so, but more the fact I was still strapped down. Final check of vital signs just to confirm I was still alive and the session came to a natural end, mores the pity.

Two interesting asides after I had returned home for my shower. The first was funny realizing that one of the sticky electrode pads was still firmly attached behind my scrotum and the second less pleasant when Mistress let me know I had left my slave collar in The Chamber with a sinister comment, ‘Oh well I will just tighten it an extra notch…’

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another very rewarding and enlightening session and as always, I will try to do better next time and I am DELIGHTED to know my next appointment is back to our 'normal' Friday.

Caution: This 1min3sec breath play clip has audio.

Do Pigs have Orgasms?

I have found this blog the most difficult to pen in all my 11 years of enjoyable training with Mistress Maggie and hence why it has taken more than a month for me to start the writing. As a result the narrative may be shorter than I would like and some of the finer details a little lost in the mists of time. This was the main reason why I started the blogs, in order to act as my memories, and I am disappointed with myself for this delay.

The problem was not that of session content, as always that was exemplary and Mistress was superb in her imagination and ingenuity, nor was the problem with anything but my own sub-space. The session was likely to be the last for a long, long time due to Mistress needing essential medical maintenance on one of those beautiful legs. This enforced abstinence made me realise that it would be a while before I could once more serve and this did my head in. However, that off my chest, the words are starting to flow and I must write what I can remember of the session.

I didn’t arrive empty handed, instead I brought a bunch of flowers for Mistress, purely because she likes them and deserves them, and I was greeted with Mistress superbly turned out in her black sleeveless latex top with gloves past her elbows, a black peplum skirt and nice tight belt pinching her waist in, she took a big sniff on the flowers, accepted them with a ‘thank you slave’ and I was ushered into the Chambers. I was pleased Mistress had chosen a nice pair of black lace up boots because they offered both a large area for some serious worship and they looked like they would not irritate her poorly legs. I was excited too that Maggie had asked me to bring my new red latex catsuit and accessories and as I found out later the new suit would be receiving a suitable christening.

Encouraged by Mistresses feathered riding crop which teasingly provided me with either a slap or a tickle, I set about my worship. My boot cleaning duties were far more extensive than the previous session where Mistress had insisted that I ‘washed’ her shoes. This act of complete abdication of any authority to Mistress always gets me in the correct mindset or sub space to be fully compliant with any and all of Mistresses desires and it worked. Conscious that I really did not want Maggie to put too much strain on her legs, I was eager to move the Playroom horse to an appropriately close location so that Mistress could easily bend me over and insert my trusty red plug in its soon to be red latex covered arse. 

Although the suit has not been chlorinated, with a good coating of talc and ankle and wrists zips opened, I slid easily into my red rubber cocoon. I’d ordered it in a slightly larger size because it is made of thicker latex and the fit was perfect. Zips closed and I was happily ready once more to become Mistresses rubber plaything. Maggie being that wonderfully mischievous character that she is, insisted on trying all the other zips. The nipple zips have twin sliders which we hadn’t previously noticed, which allows a nipple to be captured between two zipper sliders should nipple play be on the menu. Fortunately not today.

The main zip has 5 fasteners to allow considerable flexibility in their positioning, Maggie soon had them adjusted so that she had my cock and balls exposed yet still have the butt plug secured inside with easy access for later. I was granted a few whiffs of aromas straight from the bottle, then a simple, tight rope tie had my cock and balls secured. A quick pull to tighten the rope just to the extent of being most arousing and they were zipped back inside my suit. Oh well, perhaps they may be granted more attention later in the session.

Ah, I had been hoping that Mistress might experiment on me with her new hood. She had documented the Pig hood on her Twitter feed and it looked incredibly interesting. No eye holes and only a small, single hole in the middle of the snout for breathing. It is a superb hood to wear with it being a good thick latex and laces up tightly and locked, yes locked in place. I could just wiggle my snout and get a feint view of what was happening in the small pinhole view of The Playroom, but that was soon blanked off when Maggie secured a tight head harness ready for attaching her pig slave to the rafters. 

I was sat on the Playroom’s folding chair and chained to it, meanwhile the head harness was also raised on chains leaving my head securely clamped onto the ceiling ring. There I was, like any good pig, strapped to the ceiling waiting my fate and for good measure, my front trotters were secured to my neck with a wrist binder. Now that was VERY effective and you will see why in the attached pictures. 

Mistress, pleased with the overall effect of the pig head said she wanted to do a few experiments on her guinea pig to see how far she could develop the potential of the hood. Well, what could I do? Being a Guinea pig with a snout hood on it seemed appropriate to respond my acceptance with an oink oink! Maggie found that amusing and when she started laughing it got me oinking more.

The first test had Mistress attempting to administer intoxicating aromas into the new hood. Using a long cotton bud soaked in the heady perfume she could send the aromas in via the hood’s small hole. That experiment worked to a limited extent within the confines of that single small hole. 

The second was a spot of suffocation by blocking the hole and I found that hard to manage. To be honest I wasn’t expecting it and the reservoir of air inside the snout is very limited. It didn’t take Maggie long to realise that she had better hoods in her arsenal to suffocate me with!

Now for the next experiment, Maggie wanted to see if pigs had orgasms and how they compared to humans when it comes to such matters. With my cock and balls still tightly tied and bunched up inside my latex suit I was left with one of Maggie’s vibrators strapped to my crotch and wildly getting on with it’s business. We soon found out the results of that experiment. The vibrations were relentless and I now realised the purpose of the tight cock and ball binding, compounded by very sensual stroking by Mistress of her rubber pig it led to the inevitable conclusion. Yes pigs do have orgasms!

This was not going to be my last memories as Maggie had a comprehensive Act II planned. Having been released from the chair I was ordered to the floor with my ass exposed and an inflatable bung was inserted between my buttocks and, yes of course, Maggie gave it several pumps to seal it in its new temporary home. A jug of Maggie’s pee that she had produced earlier was retrieved and piped into me using her Higginson pump, I could feel her pee as it found it’s way through the butt plug into my colon and was sealed in place with a suitable bung. Aware that a loose bung can be prone to leakage, a few more pumps ensured there was a good, tight fit between plug and bum leaving me feeling well and truly stuffed.

I helped Mistress to lay out the thick red PVC sheet across the floor and eagerly accepted the system mask and gag ready for what I assumed would be more piss play. I was not wrong, but Maggie decided not to keep the gag in place as this would interfere with hers (and my) pleasure. A little more detail emerged for Act II as I was instructed to climb inside an extremely large plastic bag, once inside I was advised that Mistress had a full bladder and intended to share the contents with a very willing recipient. What I hadn’t anticipated was the sheer volume of fluid that Maggie would gift in my direction.

The first part to go with the flow was my now exposed cock and balls that I had messed up earlier. There was something most soothing and quite erotic to have a beautiful woman simply piss on your privates. Next to receive attention was my mouth and head. I was able to consume quite a few squirts but inevitable pee seeped inside the mask and I was drenched. The final act of complete submission on my part was enjoying the remainder of Maggie’s bladder contents, liberally directed over the rest of my body. I was very awash with the luxurious liquid and loving every minute of the feeling that Maggie had permitted me to experience.

Not quite finished yet. Maggie drew the plastic bag over my head to make sure her slave was well and truly covered in her nectar and even allowed me a short time of breath play as she massaged the plastic over my hooded head. The final act had Maggie wrapping me up like a sausage roll in the red PVC, where she could sit astride her charge and massage my lower abdomen with those wonderful legs and thighs.

On this occasion, because I was covered in Maggie’s piss, we agreed that a bath wouldn’t go amiss before I donned my vanilla coverings. That in itself was a truly marvellous experience, to have your Mistress bathe and shower her slave until I was clean and piss free!

I started by mentioning that I was having difficulty with sub-space. Having now penned this blog, re-lived all the fantastic memories and had time to really think about Mistress Maggie, I am now ready to be back in harness, serving the most fantastic person a rubber slave could ever want. I will wait though until Maggie feels ready to accept her slave back in training but I am now in a much sub-spacier frame of mind!

Note: This 1min 56sec clip has audio

A Tale of Two C...'s

Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave considerable freedom and with it considerable responsibility in the requirement to suggest games that she may wish to consider in my future training sessions. Take this session for example, session 211 to be precise. I knew it would likely be in the Clinic, as my previous session where Maggie had read me a rubber bedtime story took place in the Playroom. Mistress likes to alternate between her two venues and has rarely deviated from that pattern. So what suggestions could I make to both improve my slavemanship, be realistic, and of the greatest importance, keep Maggie amused and entertained in her Clinic?

Well, with gay abandon, I penned the following:

'HIDE THE BO**OCKS

I did see a picture of one of your recent operations and was wondering if it is possible to attach electrodes inside the stitching and have a catheter coming from within? It is merely a suggestion for advancing the previous operation and of course is entirely up to you…'

Sometimes I question my own sanity. I was suggesting a mangina; a horizontal one like I’d seen in the picture, a catheter and electrodes and knowing Mistress, if she did decide on this route then it would not be any ordinary stitch up!

I sauntered to the Chambers in reasonable weather. I decided to wear my rubber trench coat just in case and I felt relaxed that I had a reasonable idea of what might lay in store. Before all that and the realisation of yet another fantasy likely to be played out, we had quite a bit of housekeeping to perform, that resulted in me missing out on worshipping Mistresses footwear for the first time I can remember. I have mentioned that Maggie likes to keep her slaves off balance and this threw me.

The housekeeping involved two of my catsuits. The first was a quick check of the work I had had to perform on my plum coloured catsuit, where I got the zip stuck while wearing it at home and had cut away a small piece of the zip to extricate myself. Thank goodness, Mistress emailed me with a suggestion on how to terminate the zipper so it wouldn’t get stuck in future. A thick stitching of cotton round the top of both sides of the zip, tidy up the neckline and Mistress was quite satisfied.

Twin Catheters

The second bit of housekeeping involved the testing of a brand new red catsuit that I’d had delivered to Maggie’s to replace my torn one. Slightly larger, slightly thicker and zips at arms and legs. The fit was excellent and hopefully Mistress will allow me to wear it in session at some future date. In any event, I missed my foot worship and it did feel a little strange not kneeling and worshipping Mistress at the start of a session, although I didn’t get away with not kneeling altogether. The hunt for a new butt plug for me is still ongoing, and with my ass pointing skywards we did get to try yet another plug that had arrived. This time the Regulation plug was oh so close and Maggie is confident that this one will fit, particularly with a few puffs of aromas to ease its passage. Fingers crossed it will soon become my fulfilling friend.

Once an electro butt plug was snugly fitted and put through its paces, I climbed into my working Invincible suit and I was led through to the clinic by Mistress in her intriguing surgeon’s uniform, a sight to behold in her beautiful gold latex catsuit, black apron, gold corset, black and white nurse accents, and of course those thigh boots that didn’t receive my tongue attention.

While travelling, Maggie described what she intended to do with her slave in keeping with my suggestion. The unusual part was that Maggie smiled and said I would be receiving two, yes TWO catheters. Wow, I had never heard of that before and attempted to visualise what it would look like, but no doubt, when the blog is published the practice of ‘double cathing’ will become more commonplace. Mistress is an innovator and deserves credit for her imaginative surgery, and I suspect she will be secretly pleased when she discovers the first similar operation.

Electrodes and a Tale of Two C's

The Clinic looked invitingly rubbery; the heavy cream bodybag lay waiting on the couch and it didn’t take long to receive the privilege of being incarcerated inside it with my arms tucked into the inner arm pockets and tightly bound up with buckled straps. My head was placed in an immobilizer which allows no movement, and to finish off this bit of control, Maggie applied a semi-translucent rebreather hood. I was quickly into the rhythm of slow breaths in and out and I felt certain I could have remained like that for a very long time, and certainly until the end of the session. There is one breathing hole and every time I breathed out I caught a glimpse of Mistress who was moving around her charge. Slow in. Slow out. Regular and unhurried breathing. Wonderful!

Mistress explained that the first part of the procedure was the introduction of two catheters down my cock. I wasn’t at all worried. Why worry when you can’t do anything about the situation? So I relaxed back into my breathing, in out, in out, as Maggie squirted what appeared to be a rather large syringe full of anaesthetic lubrication down my cock. Slowly but surely I could feel it creeping further towards my bladder then… no feeling at all as Mistress started the delicate task of introducing the two c’s. She debated whether it would be easier to do one then try the other or to introduce the two together. I’m not too certain which path she finally took, but I felt no discomfort whatsoever and, as frequently happens with a single cath, I asked Maggie if she had managed the two by which she replied -

‘Yes, both in and inflated’.

Then she confided it was her first attempt at twin c’s and she was delighted with her guinea pig slave’s ability to accept them. I was just delighted that my Mistress felt she could use her slave in this way.

Maggie’s intention was to feed both catheters into a single bag by using a t-piece connector. Unfortunately, the connector she thought might work refused to produce a watertight seal, so the more traditional approach of twin pee bags was used. Next time though, two into one will go for whoever is fortunate enough to be #2 for two caths, because Maggie never gives up on hunting out the perfect solution.

At this point Mistress reminded me of what I had requested. The hidden electrodes, cock sealed away etc and decided that it would be appropriate to allow her slave some relief by way of aromas. Of course aromas with the re-breather hood was a no no so I was fitted with the red full head gas mask and once sealed in and airtight, the inlet tube was fastened to the gas-station where I was plumbed into the aroma channel (sounds like a radio station. Welcome to the Aroma channel. The best way to relaxation and…) sorry about that, a bit light headed thinking of the wonderfully relaxed and floating feeling that can be generated after a couple of puffs.

I had requested electrics as well, probably induced by a rush of blood to me or my cock at the time of writing, and Maggie duly trimmed down a couple of sticky electrodes and attached them to my shaft and let the sewing begin! As you would expect, surgeon Maggie made sure the area was thoroughly cleaned and disinfected with meths swabs. ‘Now this might sting a bit slave’. It certainly stings at first but quickly wears off. The sterile operating sheet draped across and Maggie informed me that she wanted to use her needlework skills rather than staples, so sutures it was.

A little prick then another as the needle and thread went in then emerged, a few whiffs of aromas then another two pricks… Nine stitches in total and really I felt nothing more than a pinprick each. Satisfied with her embroidery, the electrics were then set alive, caressed my captive cock and balls and complimenting the sensations deep inside my arse… Fascinating!

It is strange how your cock can’t grow because of the sutures yet your balls are telling it to get bigger! What an experience and I was glad Maggie had been able to accommodate my rather weird request. In fact, I was allowed out of the cream rubber bondage sack and encouraged to walk through to the Playroom to view Mistresses creation in the full length mirror and stroke my operation zone with my chlorinated latex gloves.

It was a weird yet exciting sight to behold the results of my operation. The sutures were evident, the twin c’s providing a nice symmetry either side of the wires and all in all no cock and balls to worry about. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on which way you look at the situation,  Mistress relented and snipped out the stitches,  removed the twin caths and electrodes and apart from a few very feint pin holes, that disappeared very quickly, everything returned to normal.

I loved every minute of the situation and once again I think I honoured my promise to my Mistress, To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. Thank you Mistress Maggie.