I am Rubber

Due to Mistress Maggie and myself having a series of health related issues I’d been unable to serve since session 261, back on the 17th April. However, it had not been all doom and gloom during that period, because Mistress and her husband John were kind enough to invite me round on most Friday’s for coffee and a catchup. Latterly, as I started to feel in better shape I was brave enough to wear some latex to whet my appetite. My black latex tee shirt and cream short sleeved, latex dress shirt came into prominence for these visits, and I was relieved that Mistress didn’t appear to object.

A couple of weeks ago, both Mistress and I were feeling sufficiently recovered to tentatively arrange our first session in 154 days. I knew Mistress would work hard, she always does, and my job as her slave was to ensure she did not overdo her enthusiasm on her slave. A similar feeling to my first visit was lurking in the background, perhaps not the worry, but certainly the same kind of apprehension about what was about to happen that I had experienced on my very first visit. Was Mistress going to make allowances for my lack of practice? Was Mistress sufficiently recovered not to do herself any damage? What would be my reaction…?

I needn't have worried, in fact I never have cause to worry, the feelings of total sub judication resurfaced the moment Mistress invited me in to The Chambers. I was greeted with my goddess wearing her black catsuit and boots, her clinic red apron and matching nurse insignia, she was wearing long white gloves and used one of them to elegantly wave me in. I knew I was back in the zone and that the afternoon would be just as enjoyable as all the preceding 261 sessions. I followed Mistress upstairs at a respectful distance and followed her into the familiar surroundings of the warmed Playroom.

I was soon back in a familiar position to perform my initial homage to Mistress’s footwear and, of course, that familiar touch of Maggie's crop as it slapped or caressed whichever body part came within its range. After this warm up I was to sit on the bed so I could spend a few moments answering a series of questions about my current fitness, Mistress was happy that my answers confirmed that I was fighting fit, and I was immediately able to return to my rightful place at her beck and call.

I collected my black Invincible catsuit from where it had been warming on the bed, initially it was awkward getting my legs and arms down the right bits, but memory came back and I soon had it on and zipped up. I think I may have lost a little weight in the intervening 154 days because the suit slipped on very easily indeed and consequently I was pleased that I hadn’t needed to ask for any assistance. Maggie completed my rubberization with the hood from her system mask kit, she had remembered my wonky knees and I was instructed to don a pair of kneepads that were waiting nearby, just as well, because no sooner had I got them on I was guided on all fours into The Clinic and told to jump onto the couch. Well, not actually jump because I have the greatest respect for all The Chambers apparatus, so still on all fours I tentatively climbed into position.

Now armed with a pair of examination gloves Mistress proceeded to examine my butt, using two of her fingers she explored every part in a way that had me certain she had memorised my butt’s size and shape, I relished being opened up again after such a long time and the insertion of an inflatable butt plug certainly registered, not in any way painful and memories of this bulging sensation came rushing back. I found out afterwards that Mistress had given me a jab in the buttocks. She hadn’t believed I would need the warning of ‘a little prick’ given the large gauge of needle she had chosen, but the action had barely registered.

And now for more latex! Mistress helped me into the fabulous clinic red catsuit, very soft, very roomy and incredibly touchy feely by being chlorinated, although my own latex gloves which I have yet to dip did in some way dull the sensation. I was pleased because I had made the mistake of wearing short latex socks which left a small gap between my socks and Invincible suit, but the red catsuit nicely covered that gap and that familiar feeling of being TOTALLY latex enclosed had arrived giving me the familiar thrill and reminder of being Maggie’s latex plaything.

Not that she had viewed it, but a while ago I’d mentioned a video clip I’d seen that showed a rubber drone being reprogrammed, I’d forgotten all about it but Mistress had decided that after the lengthy break, today would be a suitable day to take the hint and for me to be programmed to become an obedient rubber medical toy. First I was to wear a tight, black and white posture collar and to ensure I would be quiet, was eagerly silenced with a quickly inflated butterfly gag, plus a leather blindfold. There was a problem with the blindfold,  it was right on the bridge of my nose and definitely not feeling comfortable, I understand why it was essential, but knew it would detract from the reprogramming and mumbled as best as I could that it was too tight. The message got through and Mistress backed off the buckle by a hole or two. On reflection, it may be more effective to use a rubber blindfold or latex bandage if there’s a next time?

Mistress got busy fastening me tightly to the couch using cuffs and straps, once secured I was given headphones to wear, and for an indeterminate period I was subjected to a non stop repeating message -

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’

‘I am rubber. I am programmed. Nurse owns my mind and body’.

… the same message drilled into me for a long, long time. Part way through my reprogramming I began feeling my rubber skin and it was so nice I was starting to believe I was actually made of rubber! A delightful feeling and thank you for helping me realise another of my fantasies.

During my programming Mistress attached a cock cage and was able to drain me by inserting a fancy silicone catheter down my re-shaped cock end. Unfortunately it slipped out, but Mistress had her usual latex ones in stock and eventually fixed it whilst I was enjoying the indoctrination! 

Eventually the programming mantra stopped and the blindfold, gag and collar were removed and replaced with the front gas mask part of the system mask. Many moons ago Maggie had done a very clever zip alteration to the system mask, enabling it to fit heads of varying sizes. Since then it has easily fitted my fat head and I lay there with the perpetual mantra still ringing in my ears. 

‘I am rubber. I am…’ and of course, with the gas mask now in place I was finally allowed to breathe in any amount of aromas my rubbered nurse cared to prescribe. Wow… I had missed these gas blasts for far too long.

Next Mistress had me undergo a strange form of breath control. There was no need for additional equipment, just Mistress’s instructions; ‘Breathe in’ hold until ‘breathe out’ hold until ‘breathe in…’, there was no consistent pattern to her instruction and a number of longer, hard to manage gaps did occur. Nevertheless I did manage this regulated form of control until Mistress may have been occupied by something else and forgot to mention ‘Breathe in’, and I had to sneak a breath. With the mischievousness that Mistress is adept at, the puffs of aroma she sent through my pipe disrupted my concentration and I succumbed to doing the shallowest intake I could survive on hoping Maggie wouldn’t notice. She did of course. Mistress doesn’t miss anything as far as her subjects are concerned and thrives on the opportunity to get you into more trouble than you’re already in! Anyway, I’m still breathing despite the whole breathing exercise lasting 15 or even 20 minutes!

For the grand finale, Mistress applied nipple twisters, and while my tits were rising she had planned on treating my newly designed cock to some urethral sounding. Not good news I’m afraid, the last time we tried sounds earlier this year the sound could not be inserted more than 3-4 inches and the same occurred today, it might be a bit tricky describing how I know that to a GP! As you would guess, Mistress thought it best to abandon my sounding and I had a pair of electric bulldog clips clipped onto my balls instead. Once again the headphones were slipped over my ears, when the e-stim started as did a different mantra - 

‘Shock equals obedience'

'Shock equals obedience’…. 

and bit by bit the electro levels were increased to make sure the mantra was meaningful.

I am so pleased to be back in harness, and as I suspected it was Mistress who was the more tired from the session. I owe her a vote of massive thanks for once again making me her very willing rubber plaything and putting in a lot of energy to make it happen. I hope that I will never have to suffer another long layoff of 154 days.

Thank you
Mistress Maggie.

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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