A Lighter Session?

On what was forecast to be the hottest day of the year, I was really pleased when Mistress Maggie announced in the calling mail that she would be conducting a lighter session and I was to bring my latex shorts and T-shirt. I was greeted with the pleasant surprise of my Mistress wearing her latest creation; a Pearlsheen green latex apron, matching cap and amulets. I did notice that she was also wearing lacy stockings and her chunky soled white boots and, as I followed her upstairs, I got the most wonderful view of Mistresses bottom sporting a rather sexy pair of lacy, black pants. No similar opportunity, as in my previous visit for a quick stop on the stairs, but I did get the impression that Maggie’s uniform could keep her reasonably cool in the warming weather.

Arriving in the Playroom the room renovations were not quite complete, the plastering was smooth but yet to be painted, and the workmanship looked really good. No matter, Maggie indicated that we would be moving to the Clinic as soon as the preliminaries were concluded, and I was sent to the bathroom to return in my shorts, socks and gloves, my T-shirt was not required because of the impending ‘examinations’! 

Today’s worship ritual had me spending most of my footwear obligation kissing and stroking, whilst gazing up from the floor and musing how lucky I was to have such a beautiful Mistress. The occasional crop strike came with a verbal reminder from Mistress, ‘No licking today slave’, instead her crop did the licking in order to encouraged my diligence, but none its licks were delivered with venom, more a seductive caress. 

Before progressing further, Mistress took her time to select a suitable hood for her slave. The one she chose was quite bizarre. I was expecting the white one with perforated eyes or one of her many ‘standard’ latex hoods, but she chose one that appeared to have attached bandages which could be wrapped round to mask mouth, nose or eyes. More of this later.

I was led through to The Clinic to be presented with the Couch adorned with a latex sheet in the same Pearlsheen material as Maggie’s outfit. The couch had several items already neatly laid out on it, I couldn’t work out what they were but they looked plastic. Mistress may have planned a light session but I knew that if I were to be enclosed in any/all of the plastic items that my life would be anything but the subject of a ‘lighter session’.

Life certainly looked good for this slave as the chosen hood was strapped in place and Mistress reached under my crotch and fully opened the zip before ordering me onto the centre of the Pearlsheen. I could already feel the moisture released by unzipping the shorts as I slid onto the sheet. Bottom up so that Maggie could place a towel under my bottom and the ‘lighter session’ was about to continue. It was at this point that I really started to appreciate the versatility of my hood. One bandage wound tightly round my mouth and the other, for now, loosely across most of my vision. The mouth bandage was so expertly fitted that breathing and talking were totally off the menu.

I could breathe through the small nose holes quite comfortably and Mistress wanted me to benefit from aromas so fitted the cannula and pump that John, Maggie's husband manufactures, (exceptional value by the way), and the pump burst into life with its constant low hum barely audible, that delivers air to the nostrils. A quick squeeze of the pump bulb then transports an immediate hit of aromas via the cannula. 

Things were progressing nicely until my vision turned to gold opalescence as Maggie adjusted the second bandage to cover my eyes. Then it was touch and sound sensors that provided me with feedback. 

Maggie proceeded to undertake an upper body examination. The first thing I felt were percussion taps on various parts of my front followed by an obvious use of her stethoscope, I also received gentle caresses with her latex gloves and a short amusing moment. Maggie had fixed the mouth bandage with micropore tape and I could feel it coming undone. Naturally I tried to warn Mistress, but all that came through the bandage was ‘Me mothnhmmp cum undun. Felt it …’, so I tried to make it clearer by gesticulating with my hand. I tried so hard to articulate what I was saying that Maggie must have thought her patient had gone nutty, but the meaning eventually got through and I got a nice compliment from Maggie and that was the last time I was able to make use of my hand to caress my Mistress.

I heard something plasticky being unpacked, then what felt like a sleeve being rolled up my left leg, after a couple of seconds I heard a puffing sound and the leg splint started to inflate and eventually my leg was held rigid. I really must compliment Mistress on her lung capacity. She was able to inflate the splint in several deep breaths. You do have a magnificent pair of lungs Mistress!

Repeated for left leg then a short pause . I had had my blood pressure taken and a pulse monitor on my finger. Maggie removed these before splinting my arms in the same way. She then attached the couch stirrups and hoisted my rigid legs out of the way. That’s it, no more gentle rubbing of Mistress, in fact no more real movement.

As is frequently the case where Mistress wants to work on my groin area, a tight rope tourniquet is applied round the base of the cock. I was told to raise my bottom again and I could feel a cool steel instrument sliding up my bum, I learned later it was a proctoscope being inserted to open the way for the next guest.

Aided by a couple of welcome puffs via the cannula and a good blob of lube, the rectal proceedings continued. In went an inflatable butt plug and Maggie began inflating it. However, the plug didn’t feel fully lodged so in my gag language I asked for a bit more air in it. Maggie laughed and said I was a pervert, but she soon had it seated better and didn’t stop pumping until my cavity was full.

There were still a few health tests that Mistress wished to carry out on her slave. She has a glass thermometer but also the dilemma of where to insert it. Clearly under the armpit is impractical because of the inflated splints. Anally is quite clearly out of the question due to the rather large inflated insertion. Under the tongue can’t happen because of that rather tight bandage so, looking around, there was only one hole left. Yep, straight down my cock. Now I haven’t come across that method of taking a temperature before but I must admit there is a certain logic and it was rather pleasant having it sliding in and out and being located correctly, half way down one of my internal organs.

The next check involved an audible Doppler health monitor. Once Maggie had finished smothering her special gel over the parts that were to be examined for blood flow, her Doppler transducer was put to use. Sounds of my blood pumping were passed through a loud speaker, and I am certain that following an  extra burst of aromas the whooshing noise was definitely quicker. I suppose it was the extra blood being pumped through the cock and ball area. Hardly surprising when you consider the heightened tensions. Of course Mistress couldn’t resist using her wand on my exposed genitals, and I felt the blob of warm gel as it was dispensed onto the end of my cock.

Mistress sounded like she was having fun and hopefully not overstretching her shoulder when she announced that I would be undergoing a further series of sensitivity tests. The grip of electro loops became evident around my cock and a low flow of e-stim had me pulsating to the induced throbs. At this point I could feel four more stick-on electrodes being attached which enhanced the sensations in the lower regions. The power was gradually increasing and Maggie said she wouldn’t be turning it down until I screamed.

Well I didn’t. I was determined to see how much I could endure for my Mistress. I think I impressed, because Maggie did indicate that one of the circuits had maxed out at 99, and I have never achieved that level. I then enjoyed being stroked by what I was informed was a sprig of nettles, although the effect was somewhat overshadowed by the constant stinging of the electrodes as they continued their merry dance. Mistress must not have been entirely convinced I was feeling things properly and set about making sure with a pair of electro forceps. These were used to randomly nip me with painfully sharp electric pinches on all parts of my naked body...  including my nose! Now they had me almost jumping off the couch and surely proved I was receiving sensations. Still, every extra little bit of stimulation was really appreciated and assured my nurse that my sensations were just fine.

Satisfied that her slave was in reasonable health, Mistress let her compassionate side show, promising that she’d store something larger than the thermometer down my cock. I heard the opening of a sealed plastic bag and Maggie allowed me a quick glimpse of the flag pole of stainless steel that she was about to insert down my pee hole. Another infusion of aromas was delivered and the huge lubricated invader gently entered that darkest of places. In it went until Mistress was happy that the flag pole had a firm grounding and stayed in place. It was one of the larger sounds, a size 29 gauge I was told, and Mistress went ahead with milking her slave for the second consecutive session. 

My resolve weakened and after some gentle thrusting in and out of my cock and the electrics continuing to provide their own rhythm I climaxed. Deep down and blocked by the sound I came. Mistress wasn’t convinced but I know that sensation and Maggie milked me, simple as that.

Once the heavy breathing had subsided, Maggie had a final treat that she wanted to bestow. Moving up to my chest area I felt the cool drop of liquid on my nipple followed by ‘a sharp scratch’. A needle had been inserted and fluid was squirted under my nipple tissue. The exercise was repeated once more under the same nipple and then two syringes to the other one. I was hoping that whatever Mistress had injected would result in a permanent nipple enlargement, Maggie would have a field day having two larger nipples to play with, but unfortunately they were saline injections and they quickly returned to their normal size. As I was being released, they looked superb; my little buds were quite a bit larger.

I started off by saying Mistress Maggie wanted a lighter session but I have grown to know and love her dedication and that every session receives 100%. The great thing was that apart from Mistress saying she needed to sit down on a few occasions, she didn’t appear to have done any further damage to her ailing shoulder and arm. I had another fantastic session under my belt. I also managed to help with the cleaning of the equipment which, by now you may have realised is all part of my training. Thank you Maggie for a ‘lighter’ session. LOL

Caution: This 2:14sec medical fetish clip has audio.

Silver for Mistress

I knew today's session would be primarily based in The Clinic, just as I know that my next training session will be primarily in The Playroom. How do I know that? Well, I did not learn it from the calling mail - 

You will be required to assist your rubber nurse with her jubilee celebrations… 

Although the brief email did suggest that the session would be with rubber nurse who generally operates in her Clinic, the information actually came from the beautiful lips of Mistress Maggie in our previous session, when accompanied by a peel of her delightful laughter, she teased me by asking if I had worked it out? ‘It’ being the location of the session. There was a little hesitation before I was presented with the answer, that Maggie alternates our sessions between Playroom and Clinic, hence I 'knew’.

Enough of what I 'knew' and more about what happened today. It was cold out, but after the covid preliminaries Mistress soon had me upstairs in the lovely warmth of her Playroom with instructions to change into my latex shorts, socks and gloves. ‘No need to chill your bollocks off in the bathroom slave, enjoy the heat and change into your latex here’. Maggie as always thinking about the health and wellbeing of her slaves; the perfect Mistress I think. 

It did feel odd not having to knock on the door and wait for Maggie’s command to enter and worship, but I presented myself at her feet as is always expected only to be greeted with a footwear quandary. Mistress was wearing open toed sandals that had just two glossy straps. Ironically I had to think on my feet, because the small amount of strap I had to worship didn’t lend itself to the the long slow licks that have become my worshipping trademark, and would likely have me in trouble for straying from her footwear. I licked and kissed the two straps, carefully moving the tip of my tongue along the thin leather until Mistress relented and indicated I could worship her tights as well, but only as far as her knees. Up and down the pale tights; several times up and down the red seams, I was lucky to be able to taste those magnificent legs at first hand. Occasionally I managed to nuzzle the top of my now latex hooded head against her red latex skirt, but only a fleeting contact…

Mistress then took a seat on my back as I knelt on the rug with my pants pulled down, and with her gloved up hands Mistress easily inserted my lubricated red butt plug into my lubricated arsehole. ‘There, that will get you prepared for something larger’, she said ‘And there’s no point pulling those pants up because you’re coming over my knee now!’. I knew I had disappointed Mistress with some very lazy work I had presented to her recently. I wont bore you with what was slovenly but suffice is to say I deserved any chastisement that was due (I always do). On the up side Maggie was now taking off her disposable gloves to reveal a superb pair of rubber shoulder length ones. It was certainly looking like I would receive my comeuppance by being punished by rubber. Is that possible???

Ordered OTK it was time to find out, and yes, Maggie dished out a long hand spanking with her fine gloves on until she was satisfied I was contrite, and then some… she used her leather black and tan paddles to increase the heat further. When I was finally allowed off her knee my ass was almost as red as my latex hood, and I could still feel the damage a couple of days later. However, being over Mistresses knee, head down and groin resting on Maggie's rubber skirt, I think on balance, I enjoyed the punishment far more than I should have.

By now my butt plug was feeling quite at home in my warmed up ass, but Maggie was only prepared to allow it a temporary residence and had plans to have a larger model move in now. My plug was replaced with an inflatable vibrating one and naturally it was tested thoroughly before activities could progress further. Mistress pumped it up until I could feel its bulbous proportions filling me up and had run through several of its vibrating programs, then both the wires and pump were sealed inside my shorts and I was ushered through to the Clinic. I did say earlier that we were going into the Clinic and we did!.

Before I could be operated on I was given a task: to help Maggie with the extension for the couch. I’ve never been asked to fit it before so was surprised by how heavy and cumbersome it was to fix in place. I would recommend every good slave worth their considerable weight should learn to fix this extension on to save Maggie from all the heavy lifting. There are two square stanchions that slide into two square holes and you have to be careful and patient to get the alignment correct, oh, and don’t forget to push the stirrup adjusters out of the way before you start. Once lined up properly a quick nudge will have the extension nicely secured. Maggie then made the couch look very enticing by draping a cream latex sheet over it, and I needed no encouragement to mount it and become her lab rat again.

Maggie intended to try a little 'experimental' breath play using a rebreather bag combined with a previously untried resuscitator pump. Both were attached to the double ported GP5 I was wearing and an aroma pump was incorporated for additional stimulation. The idea was to pump air into me when the rebreather bag took its toll. However, the vintage resuscitator didn’t seem to want to play and Mistress soon realised that it was letting air in as well as out, which tended to negate the effect of the rebreather. Not at all the desired result, although I was quite happy receiving a whiff of aromas and a plentiful supply of nice rubbery flavoured air from the bellows side while the experiment lasted. Mistress believes she knows how to fix the problem and will be having me back for more resuscitating bellows experiments. I do hope so, because with the bellows put back in their box I was now having my breath controlled with the trusty rebreather bag, the reservoir of usable air lessening with every breath and I was gasping for air far too soon for Mistresses liking. 

My breathing was not the only thing that wasn’t up to scratch in the Clinic today, if Maggie thought my breathing was poor then my cock was a pittance, as she was about to find out!!  She was insistent that I wouldn’t be leaving the couch during the next part of the operation and that a catheterised slave would prevent any unplanned potty stops. I agreed immediately because the last thing I wanted was to cause Mistress any interruptions. The problem was that my cock had gone completely to sleep or was trying to hide, resulting in it reducing to the size of a small chipolata. This does make it incredibly difficult to insert the catheter and, in fact, on the first attempt the tube just coiled inside the foreskin and of course that was a pretty useless location. 

I have said on many occasions that my Mistress is resourceful and persisted in finding that little tip of the urethra. I got a familiar thrill as I felt the first inch or so find its mark and then it just slipped in ever so easily. Maggie really is an expert. The final act was to pump in 30ml of saline to inflate the bulb, I was happily sealed and could pee without any disruption to the proceedings.

Maggie had planned to perform a celebratory operation to acknowledge her 25 years as a Professional Dominatrix (The following Monday, 10th January), and now was the time to explain what was about to happen. She was about to create a 25 across a suitable canvas; my stomach. I of course agreed, not that agreement is necessary as I will do anything she wants, but she may appreciate her slave’s approval all the same.

Mistress had already prepared a suitable stencil to help her position her needlepoint and had marked these with a pen across the appropriate parts of my rather rotund stomach. Thinking back I am rather pleased about my large girth as it allowed Maggie far more room for her artistic flare. I hadn’t been rigidly restrained so far, which made sense as Maggie needed a pretty large uncluttered canvas to complete her needlework, not that straps are necessary as Maggie’s command is enough to keep me where she wants me, and I lay completely still to allow her easy access to her pin locations. It also meant that every so often, I was able to hold Maggie's hand to confirm that everything was fine. I liked those little sensual touches. I also rather appreciated the frequent stroking of my capriciously rising cock. It’s strange that by sticking a few (or in this case not so few) pins in my belly I get somewhat aroused!

The green, pink and yellow needles were applied systematically and carefully, following the stencil outline until Mistress was satisfied with the art work. I of course couldn't see the results but when I saw the pictures... Wow! Mistress is a real artist with her needle work. I am, however, pleased that Maggie only applied one candle per digit rather than 25 as you might do on a birthday cake. A little puff of the aromas, a gentle stroke of hand and cock and I was in heaven. I hadn't squealed, winced or moaned once and I think Maggie was almost pleased with her slave as I did get a ‘Well done slave’ as she lit her two celebratory candles.

However, the lack of squealing was soon a thing of the past, as mischievous Maggie decided that a little bit of electrical relief would be beneficial for her slave and it would be a pity not to make use of all those sharp little electrodes that had recently been applied. I can't remember having had a similar electrical circuit so didn't quite know what to expect.

Spectacular art work for 25th anniversary

Well, with the minute contact area provided by her two chosen needles, even at a low power setting the electric sensations were intense, verging on unbearable, and all the squealing and grunting that had been suppressed earlier came out all at once and I have to admit to begging for mercy. Thank you Mistress, your 25th jubilee celebrations truly were a scream!!!

The pins came out far quicker than when they were inserted and as a treat from Mistress Maggie for my good behaviour I was allowed to finish off this exceptional experience by worshipping that wonderful tights fitted bottom, and she jumped up onto the couch to allow me to commence. Licking was not the way, because every time I licked the tights resisted, but I certainly received a feast for the eyes and could cover it in my carefully placed kisses.

I started this blog by indicating the next session will be Playroom based. Mistress knows how to play with her slave and there is every possibility that she will throw a curved ball and return to the Clinic. I think I will return to just going with the flow and accepting what happens wherever it happens. Its a lot simpler for a simple slave.

Dark, Breathless Moments!

As I approached my 193rd session on my journey to becoming a more than adequate slave to Mistress Maggie the calling e-mail from my stunning Mistress had arrived. True to form her illusive words set my imagination racing, but what could they mean? ‘Your rubber Mistress will be providing you with dark breathless moments and…’  It could refer to the rebreather hood trialled in the last session or perhaps a nice gas mask with the bug eye blindfolds attached or... none of the above as I soon found out. Much more pleasant than all my imaginings! As for the rest of the calling mail ‘Well, wait and see … I’ve got to leave you with some surprises!’ Now that further whetted my appetite and got my little grey cells working.

The weather was somewhat inclement. So much so that I decided to wear my rubber trench coat and hat to saunter up to the doorway to heaven. I have to admit to loving wet weather for providing this kind of rubber opportunity, but only on Fridays. One of these glorious wet days I might ask Mistress if I can wear my latex jeans under my coat and even my boxer shorts, though I don’t think she would agree. I know Maggie likes to have slaves arriving without sweaty bo*****s and clammy skin induced by wearing rubber before my training starts, because it makes it far easier to climb into the latex she has planned for the day.  

Dark, breathless moments under Maggie

Arriving on time, a little wet on the outside, dry on the inside and wearing a comfortable Covid mask I once again met all the sensible Covid precautions that Maggie likes to observe, we both laughed as I removed my mask and said I could have been wearing a ball gag, ring gag, tape gag or anything under the mask as the face is nicely covered. Mmm, perhaps I shouldn't have said that! 

I was keen to show Mistress my newly chlorinated catsuit. It had been several weeks since Maggie had allowed me to help chlorinate several rubber items, including the catsuit, and this would be the first time worn in its new finish. The suit had been bought from Invincible before the first lockdown and I had never had the chance to wear it in 'anger' until now. I laid it out on the bed to warm and returned in latex socks and gloves ready for Maggie to allow me a period of boot worship. The toes of her boots were so pointed that they could take your eye out if not handled carefully, and while Maggie covered my naked torso with gentle leather whip lashes I covered her leather boots with many long licks and kisses. My rubber dressing began with a latex hood and butt plug: on to knees, a dollop of lube, a gentle massage into the cavity then in it went. All the way and there it stayed, gently stretching the surrounding sphincter and feeling good. 


Now for the moment of truth, it was time to put my new suit on and would it still fit? What would the suit feel like to wear now it had been chlorinated? It certainly felt wonderful to handle but that is not the same, and what would it actually look like on this rather rotund rubber slave? Most important of all, would my Mistress find the suit acceptable to her tastes? Yes, it felt good. Yes, it still fitted. Yes, Mistress indicated it looks fantastic and began operating the nip zips, ‘Yes, exactly where they ought to be’. There was just one minor point that I will take care of the next time I am fortunate to wear it again, pulling it up a bit more in the crotch area would make sure that it fits as it should. We were both over the moon with my new suit and you might like to check the photos because I think it looks fantastic.

Ah! Onto the dark breathless moments. Mistress had me roped to the low bench in a thrice and eased her latex panty covered bottom slowly over my face. What a sight. A thin black line between where I could go and definitely out of bounds. Still, what an experience. At first I could breathe through my nose and I attempted to lick and kiss those most private of latex covered parts until it became impossible. Maggie eased her way backwards, wiggled her bottom to make the perfect seal across both nose and mouth and what did I do. First of all, I ground the bridge of my nose as much as I could in a feeble attempt to please Mistress, then there was nothing I could do except struggle for the tiniest piece of air I could find. Despite the heavenly position I was in, the need for air gradually overtook my desperation for intimate close contact. Mistress knows how far I can go and by standing up, the tight seal was released before I ran totally out of breath.

Shifting her position I could now see the front of Mistress gently sinking and the last thing I saw was her beautiful face smiling down at her slave as she manoeuvred to cover eyes, nose and mouth. I had to admit that being smothered in such a beautiful manner would be my ideal way to shuffle off this mortal coil. I could still hear Mistresses beautifully murmured voice reminding me, ‘I did tell you about dark, breathless moments.’

Before being moved from the bench Mistress prepared my cock and balls for some long term frustration by locking said cock into her specially prepared Kali's teeth. I enquired about the device afterwards and was told that it has cones on the inside, but not a sort that is spiky enough to pierce the flesh. Even so it had the composition of cold steel and I think it would have been sadistic murder had they been spikes! As it was, on their own the Kali’s teeth were bearable and as the time wore on were quite nice. What did start off quite bearable but gradually became less and less so, were the three stout rubber ball stretching bands that Maggie began applying tightly round my balls. ‘The postman brought these for me yesterday, a little earlier than I expected slave’, and Mistress was keen to try them out. Sometimes I wish our postal system was not quite as efficient, a couple of days delay would have done wonders for my comfort, or he could have just tossed them on the pavement like they do with all their other rubber bands!  

So the scene was almost set and if I thought about it, my resolve was clearly going to be tested. The stout leather harness was retrieved from its wall position and with each tightly fastened strap I became progressively less mobile. First the upper arms, then my elbows and finally my wrists, and my arms were then totally useless. Straps through the crotch to keep in the inflatable vibrating plug that had rapidly replaced my own plug at the bottom end and the inflatable breath through gag at the other had me trussed and stuffed like the proverbial chicken. Mistress contemplated a stool for having her slave seated as she wanted and soon had me in position, with saliva dribbling from my rubber straw into a metal dish parked between my feet. There I stayed for around five minutes, before my wonky knees started bothering me. To save herself from too much slave whimpering Maggie decided her folding chair may be better for my bondage, so a hurried replacement of chair for stool had me assuring her that I was fine. 

My own slave collar was called into use as a chain was fed through its D-ring and attached tightly to the over head gantry and apart from locking my legs together, that was that. I did receive some very welcome aromas applied with a liberally soaked cloth pressed over my nose. All the while all I could do was enjoy the situation. Being on the chair now I was able to lean back and my dribbling saliva was making a mess on my catsuit rather than landing in the bucket. Maggie was having none of it, a couple of extra pumps on the mouth gag soon stopped her slave being messy. And finally to top it all Maggie even managed to enjoy a little breath play by holding my nose and sticking a finger up my tube.

After quite a while, that familiar ache in the balls was beginning to take its toll on my resolve and to be honest I almost panicked. Unusually, I was even struggling to breathe with the gag in. When Mistress heard my anguished plea for help the gag was whipped out in a flash. ‘Are the bands too much for you slave?’. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! I replied. ‘Take a deep breath slave because this is going to hurt.’ Her calm and sympathetic words were correct, having the rubber bands removed was the most painful few seconds of the whole session. I knew I was in safe hands though and all I had to do was to take a deep steady breath... and it worked. The moral of this is to ALWAYS trust your Mistress and never to panic. 

Everything was fine after that little hiccup. Mistress was naturally concerned but I did everything I could to reassure her that it was a very temporary problem and now that the increasing ache in the balls had gone I felt really great and desperate for her to continue my training.

When Maggie was satisfied I had spent enough time chained to the roof, we relocated to the bed for what I thought might be a bit more dark, breathless smothering. Not quite. My rubber hood was removed to be replaced by a conventional gas mask where the aromas delivery system could come into play, the stout harness was removed which momentarily freed my arms, only for me to be spread-eagled to the four corners of the latex covered bed. Mistress Maggie was still hell bent on really frustrating her slave and rigged a tight rope from top to bottom of the bed from which she dangled the Playroom Hitachi wand, strategically placed to play actively on my Kali's teeth. That was the most frustrating time. Mistress provided me with regular squeezes of aroma with the hand pump, injecting her slave with glowing sensations and wild desires. Whoever would believe that one day I would be under the control of a beautiful rubber woman, watching over me while I have wild sex with a set of steel teeth?!! I bucked, I shuddered, I grunted and in fact became quite agitated and very active as I ground the Kali's into the wand.

Did I remain frustrated? No! And proof that my balls were still working!