Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.

Rubber, Rubber and More Rubber

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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!

Warning: This 1:20 heavy rubber clip has audio.