Expert Edger

One of the many things I have learned from Mistress Maggie is always to be honest about any physical or attitude issues and today, as usual, I was totally honest about the routine operation that I would be having very shortly and the fact that my guiche had come detached. I’d spotted a little red end stop on the floor at home and despite my fiddling I couldn’t fix it back in place. The safest thing was to take my guiche piercing out of its home and ask Mistress if she could reattach it for me.

As it turns out, it was somewhat of a relief that it was too big a piercing for Maggie to get back in, because I think the surgeon may have found it highly amusing for it to be winking back at him as he was mending my cock end. Mistress suggested approaching a piercing expert to have it refitted and I will look into that after I restart training. I appreciate I have strayed a little from my normal format, but thought you may be wondering why the guiche was no longer visible and why it is so long between my lessons. 

Back to heaven; I had already been alerted via the call up mail that I needed to be all in red latex and that I was going to become, once more, at one with The Plank. It is a wonderful experience to be totally immobilised in plastic but sometimes I do feel a bit of a fraud, because I get to be comfortably incarcerated, well most of the time, whilst Mistress has to do all the hard work wrapping her dummy mummy.

When I arrived, Mistress was, as always, incredibly stunning although today she was not completely covered in latex. She was wearing patent ankle boots with tan tights all the way up those gorgeous legs to her lace up leotard and corset, topped off with an open face latex hood and blond ponytail. As she ascended the stairs, I couldn’t help admiring those nylon covered legs, although perhaps a little disappointed that I was only going to be able to work on the short boots with my worship, but I needn’t have worried!

I was trembling when Mistress said, “As I’m wearing my short boots today, for once you’d better worship my nylon covered legs, but ONLY the nylon!" As I worked my way up past the calves and knees to the most glorious pair of thighs that anyone could wish for, I got close enough to sniff the latex leotard but daren’t go further, my training kicked in and I stopped well before I got into trouble. As I said I was trembling at being granted that privilege because I would normally only reach knee level and can only dream of going further. All the while there was a constant but gentle tattooing across anywhere that Maggie could reach with her leather whip (made by Tony I was informed?). It makes a fantastic thwacking sound, yet at the same time the sensation is akin to the gentlest of caresses wherever leather met flesh.

I had my own butt plug inserted while leaning against the wall, no aggro, no discomfort, just the familiar ‘plop’ as the final rib passed my sphincter, in like a hot knife through butter. At this point it is useful to mention that the securing shaft between the final rib and the circular end piece is over an inch, and it stays in place perfectly. I will return to the relevance later.

We took a quick trip to The Clinic to attempt to refit the guiche, to no avail, this led to Mistress suggesting I’d be best taking a visit to a piercing parlour, but that will be for a little later when I have recovered from surgery. When we returned to The Playroom I managed to hop into my red latex catsuit with ease as it’s a lighter gauge than my black Invincible one.

Now almost fully rubberised I was instructed to kneel on the low padded bench, to have an alternative, larger butt plug installed. This was one of a few that Maggie had obtained a while ago when she’d hoped to increase my bums’ plugging capacity. This time I was more able to accommodate its full length, leaving my ass jam packed with black rubber. It did appear to want to expel itself but that was fixed by closing the crotch zip. This is where the length of shaft between last rib and base was relevant. When I was cleaning the plug after the session I noticed that the neck was probably only a half inch, which probably explains why my sphincter couldn’t get a firm grip. I learn something about my body each time I am serving Mistress.

It looked promising that I’d be sniffing aromas delivered by John’s rather superbly engineered cannula pump system today, because the nasal cannula was being positioned in my nostrils ready to be hidden under a red latex hood. And there I was with only my eyes and mouth still naked, once more Mistresses rubber toy.

I helped Mistress to assemble the legs of the bondage plank before taking up a lying position along it, remembering NOT to sit in the middle. I settled back and Mistress very kindly provided padding at neck and ankles for support. I did say that I’d have the easy part of this session, because I am familiar with the amount of bending and stretching needed to have a slave clingfilmed to her plank. Mistress would be in for more than a little discomfort as she wound the film round and round, tightly stretching the clinfilmg as she progressed until I became securely attached to the plank. I realise that I am a VERY fortunate to have a Mistress who thinks nothing of suffering such considerable discomfort in behalf of her slave.

Later, when fully mummified, a little judicious excavation had my cock and balls free for more ‘fun’ activities. I must say I hadn’t expected flat balls, but that’s what I got due to a crushing board. Not content with just flat balls, I’d felt Maggie sticking four electrodes at strategic points around her area of interest. Once attached I could sense the crushing board being tightened, I know Mistress likes to have matching things, but making may balls as flat as her plank was definitely a wicked way of achieving it! Oh, the happy life of a slave who will do anything for his Mistress.

I learned that my electric therapy was going to be a bit different too, as John had suggested that Maggie use his Erostek stimming unit to use on my genitals during my session. It was wired up in no time and sending a host of new sensations my way, definitely a different experience and more intense than other units I have been able to try, with a greater range of settings to keep a slave alert and stimulated! I have since had the opportunity to thank John for allowing me that privilege.

Mistress produced that wonderful, elasticated, plastic inflatable hood and once I had grasped the mouth tube firmly between my teeth, the hood could be eased over my head. Maggie’s breaths were music to my ears as she gently inflated the hood and so I was properly sealed in plastic. The manufacture of Mistress’s plastic toy was now complete, and unique by being made in Preston rather than Hong Kong. The only exposed part was my cock, as obviously my electrified crushed balls were already being sandwiched between two layers of plastic. My predicament felt even better as I began detecting the smell, sound and effects of some aroma therapy.

I was occasionally being treated to some breathplay moments. Maggie would place a finger over my mouth tube or seal her lips around it and feed me with a lungful of her precious air.

The pumped aromas were probably just as well, because with the arrival of the divine aromatic breeze came the ramping up of the Erostek and the vibrating sensations of the Hitachi wand. This is what prompted the blog title. Mistress knows my body and senses very well, knowing when I am getting too excited and my frequent urges to cum, Mistress maintains the levels of all the stimulation just below that threshold where an explosion occurs. A true expert edger!

After 261 sessions I am still learning about the capabilities of my own body and, I hope, still learning how to please my Mistress Maggie. I know that there was no priority given to taking pictures due to the amount of slave mummifying effort on Maggie’s part, and again I would like to thank her for all that.

Under Pressure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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More Tubes than TFL

A pre-session note from Mistress arrived in my email box -

“Your session will be something typical for the time of year when rubber bondage perverts have a habit of crawling out of the woodwork”.

Speaking as a confirmed rubber pervert, the prospects were exciting even if a little vague. I really didn’t care where Mistress Maggie would take us on our journey today, I have never experienced a session where I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed both Mistresses company, her humour and her very fertile imagination, but above all, her wonderful personality, incredible attractiveness and beautiful philosophy on life.

It was a good day as I sauntered from the car and ensured arrival at exactly 14:30 to be greeted by my stunning owner completely dressed in latex with just her face visible; a delightful combination of black latex catsuit, translucent latex stockings, transparent latex corset with red garters and to top off all that wonderful latex she wore a cascading blonde ponytail. Her latex attire was no surprise, after all I believe she too has a latex fetish and that is one of the endearing traits that make us so compatible, I would not go so far as to say Maggie is a rubber bondage purvert, but...

Maggie opened the door but prevented me from crossing the doorstep. She inspected me from top to bottom and said, ‘You’re not wearing enough latex’. Now that comment had me really excited, because in the past Mistress hasn’t encouraged any outward display of rubber purvery, it may be a sign that she believes me to be sensible enough not to upset the neighbours. Next time I think I will take a chance and will wear my rather suave, black latex t-shirt, unless of course I get told off in the next calling mail. The only latex item i arrived in today were my socks as they are never visible.

Following Maggie upstairs as close as I dare to those glorious orbs gently undulating in front of some very lustful and eager eyes, I once more wished I had a photo of the magnificent sight. Perhaps at some stage in the future I will be able to take such a needed pic, until then I will remember each experience very fondly.

I wear the latex socks to The Chambers to save time getting changed, as donning the socks can be problematical especially when I am getting aroused, and on receiving Mistress’s instruction it didn’t take long to clamber out of all my vanilla attire, store it tidily in the corner of The Bathroom and put my shoulder length gloves on before returning to The Playroom to carry out my boot worship duty.

First things first, I was instructed to kneel and reverse into position for Mistress to lube my arse and ready for my butt plug. That procedure is getting easier and easier and now all I get is an ecstasy inducing shudder as the final ribbed part of my plug slips gently in place. This early installation of my plug looked like a definite precursor to something a little larger going up my bum later, and I wasn’t wrong. 

My boot worship duties were more brief than usual and Maggie had me secured spread eagled on the bed with a catheter fitted in almost record time. Mistress is definitely an expert even with my very tight foreskin, I hardly felt a thing as the tube snaked its way into my bladder and the retaining bulb was inflated. Once the catheter was secured I relaxed, knowing full well that peeing was now under Maggie's control and I wouldn’t have to grovel for a pee break or disrupt the flow of the session.

Not quite finished with controlling my orifices yet, Maggie had me roll over on the bed so that she could insert an inflatable butt plug; a replacement for my own. A couple of pumps from the dangling bulb, a quick tug and Mistress was satisfied that I was securely stuffed, front and back. It was time to complete my rubber dressing and Maggie helped me into my thick Invincible catsuit, completed her slave’s outfit with a comfortable hood. Apart from eye and mouth holes I was now completely rubberised.

I was told to sit on the wooden bondage chair in the corner, it had been set to slave mode with its centre hole available to feed the dangling bulb from the butt plug, so as to allow Maggie to give it an extra pump or two during the session. When the chair is in ‘Throne mode’, Mistress has a very comfortable cushion that allows the seater to relax in comfort, otherwise it’s a hard chair that can become quite uncomfortable over time. Oh well, fine for a slave I suppose.

I was intrigued by Maggie’s inventive use of chain to pinion my arms. Chain is notoriously difficult to get secure in this configuration but Maggie very cleverly wound the chain round each arm several times and secured it to the chair’s top and bottom eye hooks, two other chains were secured diagonally across my front and padlocked where they crossed each other at the centre. I was converted to the fact that chains in this configuration are VERY effective in immobilising arms.

Headgear was attended to next. Mistress appeared with a butterfly gag, an interesting gag that needs manipulating so its wings sit between your gums and cheeks, but once seated correctly it’s ready to be inflated, providing another area of complete control and a very effective gag it is too. I was to wear a posture collar which had a chin spike, Mistress wound the spike upwards significant enough to keep my chin raised, and that probably wasn’t the only thing being raised by this stage! To finish, a pair of rubber flying goggles were slipped over my eyes.

So far so good, apart from the fact Maggie had access to the butt plug pump and gave it some squeezes just for good measure, she didn’t like her slave having his hands free either, on went the inflatable mittens which she also pumped up, immobilising my hands, and ‘Biggles’ was ready to fly as Maggie’s latex toy.

After around forty minutes of helpless seclusion Mistress came along to peel off the goggles and relieve me of the gag and collar, to make way for different headgear. The final embellishment was the fitting of the system mask that Maggie acquired from Studio Gum. It consists of two parts, a stout rubber hood with all apertures available and an optional gas mask part that zips on the front, it’s heavy but comfortable and has Perspex lenses. It is a wonderful feeling to be so totally enclosed by your Mistress and totally in her hands for all functions. It is definitely one of the highlights and why I want to serve my owner in WHATEVER way she wishes for as long as she wishes.

Ah, reference to TFL (Transport For London) in the title... This is when the mile of tubing was applied to the system mask and also incorporated a rebreather bag, an aromas pump hose and a resuscitator. I only had restricted vision by this stage because the Perspex lenses had begun to mist over, enough to blur my vision, but not to the extent where I couldn’t see the ghostly figure of my owner floating in and out of my vision. I did see, vaguely, Maggie appear with an Israeli gas mask on, you can imagine what erotic thoughts were coursing through my groin in this total latex environment with a total latex Mistress gently caressing tubes and my rubber covered torso whilst plying me with aromas. 

As I’d gathered that the rebreather bag was attached I immediately tried to slow down the inhale/exhale cycle of breathing, all was working fine and I was perfectly happy in my rubbery world. One thing that did confuse me was the occasional loud hissing and fresh air being pushed into the mask, there was quite a long time between puffs and I established afterwards that Maggie was using the resuscitation bellows to pump in the fresh air, that is probably why I could keep going with the rebreather for such a long time. Seeing the pictures Maggie took of the head gear that I was wearing coupled with the completely rubberised Mistress, looked truly awesome.

Maggie went on to mention that she had intended to insert me into the inflatable suit but due to a health issue the situation wasn’t quite right and Maggie decided that would be reserved for a future session. I will certainly be looking forward to that. However, it was the right decision because what happened next may not have been possible had I been inflated. 

Maggie de-tubed her rubber plaything and replaced the system mask with a simple anaesthesia hood, and once I had my arms and legs securely cuffed to the bed some attachment was fixed to the hood. I had no idea what it was and rather naively thought it was a filter or something to do with aromas. 

The protuberance turned out to be a dildo and it is probably for the best that I wasn’t aware of it. Mistress openly admitted later that the dildo was a blatant tease. Had I known I might have been tempted to try and insert it where I know is forbidden. Instead, when Maggie straddled me with her rear very close to the dildo I moved my head aside, thinking if it was part of an aroma delivery Maggie wouldn’t want it blowing in her private parts. What I do know is that Mistress seemed to be getting quite a lot of pleasure from her Hitachi wand, and when she finally shared the wand with her captive slave I really couldn’t withstand the excitement and exploded round the catheter, much to Maggie's delight. She is definitely a tease and definitely the most alluring person I know.

By this time I had had a rubber bag strapped to my leg to accept all my pee, and there was a lot to collect! I had discharged so much pee that the bag was inflated like a rugby ball, but I never experienced any feeling of peeing or the delights associated with such activities, it just drained into the bag.

In all the excitement I forgot my butt plug but Maggie has already notified me where it is for next time.

This final paragraph is a great big thank you to Mistress Maggie for another incredibly exciting session and as I sit at home writing this blog, I am wearing my latex shirt and stockings etc and am able to drift back to all the fantastic experiences generated in Session 249 of my exciting journey. I plan to turn up at our next session in my t-shirt… unless I am told otherwise!

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Live Wire Act

I really receive intense satisfaction and immense pleasure from being able to act as Mistress Maggie’s guinea pig or crash test dummy. Both pig and dummy fit my status as her slave, but the important part is that it allows me to fulfil my promise to do everything Mistress asks, immediately and without question. I also get pleasure in knowing I am helping other subjects receive the most wonderful tested experiences. Mistress treats me like a responsible (almost) slave and always gives me a comprehensive explanation of any new projects she wishes to test on me, and I in turn am expected to give comprehensive feedback about the effects and affects of the new procedure.

Sometimes Mistress gives a hint about what she has planned during a session in the calling mails she sends to me, and this time the hint was accurate.

Your Mistress will be training you to perform in her live wire act. 

From that I gathered it would be a new experience involving electrics and I wasn’t wrong. The thought of some new testing had my pulse racing and other parts stirring on my way to The Chambers.

Nice day, arrived on time to be greeted by my owner in a fetching nurses outfit of brief black latex leotard, gloves and stockings held up with statement red suspenders which really accentuated her beautiful legs, all topped off with her red nurses cap and sinister black cross. I was back where I wanted and needed to be.

I returned from the Bathroom where I’d been instructed to change into my black latex socks and gloves and assumed my kneeling position ready to worship Mistress’s footwear. To my surprise before starting my work, Mistress had me turn round and crawl backwards towards her chair until my bottom was caressing her open thighs. For a brief moment it was very exciting as I could feel her stockings, but in rapid time my arse was lubed up and my red butt plug was lodged in its home like a rat up a drainpipe.

Now I could start my boot worship which I was able to do feeling stuffed in the rear. I was honoured; well Mistress said I was honoured, to receive encouragement from her oldest 9 tail whip to encourage her subject with the homage.  Mistress used it moderately to ensure my tongue moved diligently. The encouragement is never needed as I was already well under Maggie’s spell and enjoying the caress of the 9 tail, 

Moments later I received a gentle stroke through my hair, yep I still have a reasonable covering, and was told the time had come to get into my rubber.Today I’d be wearing my thick working suit that Maggie had measured me up for when I was buying latex wear from Invincible. The routine is tried and tested. A little talc to assist dressing, gently massaging to distribute the talc within the suit but without spilling it on the carpet, and by now I am able to largely don the suit under my own steam. Ankle and wrist zips fastened and all that remains is a quick polish by Mistress. I love the feeling of standing arms outstretched as Mistress gently rubs a towel to remove any smears of powder that have found their way onto the surface of her rubbered slave.

Now suited and shiny, Mistress grabbed the ring on my collar and led me through to The Clinic, needless to say I followed! On arrival I was inserted into a simple red latex straight jacket which captured my arms in a sweet embrace. The couch had been covered with a cream latex sheet which I was to lie on. Once my legs had been secured in the raised stirrups. Maggie opened my crotch zip in order to expose my butt plugged bum. Toying with a string of anal beads that she was holding up for me to view she said, ‘There’s only one place for these to go isn’t there slave?’. My butt plug was removed and the string of balls quickly crowded into that obvious place. ‘Ahh, there’s still plenty of room left in there’, she said and promptly reinserted my butt plug alongside the balls. That raised a titter from Maggie and a big smile from me, while down below something else was raised as well. Another first and surprisingly comfortable too.

Mistress raised the back of the couch so I could sit almost bolt upright and began strapping me securely in place. She explained that she was going to attempt a nasal tube insertion, a procedure that was only 50% successful on a previous occasion. The tubes came out of a sterilisation pouch and were lubed up before being gently inserted, right nostril first. My gag reflex was considerable as the tube bent round, but I was pleased and relieved when Mistress said she could see it at the back of my throat With long forceps at the ready she was able to grab the tube and guide it out through my mouth. The same for my left nostril ensued leaving me with two tubes, one per nostril with good lengths protruding from my mouth. Hurray, we had accomplished what we had failed to achieve last time.

Fitting the white latex hood on me was a simple matter of feeding the nasal tubes through the appropriate holes then zipping up the back. Mistress then joined the ends of the hoses to create a rubber ring in each nostril. This training served the purpose of bringing me closer to being able to wear a hood that has long integrated nasal tubes, an idea that Mistress knows I’ve been fascinated with for some time.

Mistress was struggling with lifting the heavy extension that she was now fitting to the couch. I wish I could have helped but I was securely strapped down and was wearing the straight jacket! Mistress persisted until it snapped into place. She didn’t need to struggle to open my crotch zip further though, and with a swift twiddle and tie had my cock and balls securely roped tight.

Not wanting her guinea pig to be leaving the table mid operation, Mistress chose to catheterise me; a procedure which is becoming harder and harder due to the tightness of my foreskin, which now restricts access to my urethra. Eventually I did experience the familiar thrill I get whenever I surrender my bladder control to my Mistress, when after around five minutes of hit and miss, she eventually slipped it in.

And now the real guinea pig duties were explained. Maggie was going to weave a sterile steel wire into my cock which would be used to create an electric circuit and a second circuit would be created using a piercing needle as an electrode. Having the wire inserted was a little uncomfortable but not painful, Maggie threaded the wire through the skin on my shaft in four places, and I was being fed hearty applications of a rather nice aroma through an anaesthetic mask during the whole procedure. I am so well trained to accept needles that I barely felt anything when she added the piercing needles to her arrangement. 

Maggie aired her disappointment at the amount of blood the wire had caused, she is not afraid of blood but does consider spilled blood unhygienic, as a result she tries to keep any bleeding to a minimum wherever possible. Besides the little bleed, the stitching had progressed well and it was time to start adding some electrics. Two electro pads were attached at the top of my legs to allow the two electric circuits to be complete and we were ready for the live wire act that I’d been advised I’d be performing in!

The two circuits started well and worked for a time at acceptable levels, until a most excruciating belt across my cock and balls had me shrieking like a guinea pig for Mistress. We managed to stop the shriek and proceeded with a few blasts of the remedial juice I’d been inhaling. When the same thing happened a second time, Mistress turned off the circuits and declared that she will not be using this method in future and so the ‘live wire performance’ was concluded. We decided that the two circuits could interfere with each other too easily by using the wire, creating a powerful shock, and the movement caused by my excitement may have contributed. This is one new procedure that will not be inflicted on other slaves and I have completed my role of pig-cum-crash test dummy. Win win for me and other slaves.

The cath’s bung was removed and I was finally able to release what felt like a gallon of pent up pee into a collection bag. I was so glad about this, because what followed next may well have forced a tsunami of pee from its reservoir!

As a reward for the guinea piggery, Mistress granted me a good long pegging. She told me that she’d applied a hook through my foreskin to keep my cock and balls nicely tied out of the way, which was strange because I hadn’t noticed, maybe because I was so relieved that the electrics were off. There wasn't enough room alongside the beads and butt plug already occupying my ass to slip a strap on dildo in as well, so these were removed. With all the room created, the huge dildo didn’t feel as huge as it had looked and slid in smoothly and so sensually as Mistress proceeded to give my bum a complete and thorough workout. The first one for a while, one that I was grateful to receive and I loved it.

I think it is fair to say that other slaves will not be subjected to the live electrified wire and I am really grateful for everything that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience, and as I said at the start, I love being a guinea pig for my owner.

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