Pumped Up and Raring to Go

If I had been tasked with concocting the perfect way to start 2018, I could not have surpassed what Mistress Maggie had planned for our first session of the new year. I knew it was going to be rubbery, very rubbery, I had gleaned that much from Maggie’s call up mail. I knew also that my Mistress would be in a very rubbery costume for the session so I arrived at the Chambers with a hop, skip and very happy jump as my finger jauntily pinged the front door bell. I had that feeling that this was going to be my best year ever.

True to her promise Maggie was very rubbery indeed; a long flowing black latex skirt, a tight basque covering her black latex covered torso, topped off with the wonderful halo of jet black hair that highlights her beautiful face. A song from Tommy briefly came to mind ‘Got a feeling 2018 is going to be a good year’. Apologies to The Who for slightly plagiarizing their title, but the sentiments fit well with the circumstances.

Maggie asked me to sit down on the latex bed and we talked about my training so far in a manner which epitomises how kind my owner really is. She guided the conversation towards asking for my thoughts on how my training was progressing? Was I happy with the direction we took in sessions? Was there anything I wished to be included in my training? . . . All questions asking her slave for feedback on my owners performance. As I gazed across the Playroom where Mistress was seated elegantly on her throne, I couldn’t think of anything constructive to say apart from, ‘Yes I am very happy with no concerns as to where 2018 and beyond may take us, and no I cannot think how to improve the already perfect sessions you create for your slave’, before making a stammered apology for abdicating responsibility which I know must place a huge burden on my owner. But I really don’t want anything to change. ‘More of the same please,’ I rather lamely quipped.

Our chat was drawn to a close and it was back to a new year of renewed training. I was dispatched to the bathroom to divest all my clothes and return wearing my black latex socks and gloves and of course my slave collar. Mistress was wearing long, very long leather boots under her skirt and it was heaven starting at the tip of her toes and licking all the way up past her superb calves, upwards over her knees and slowly upwards over those stunning thighs. Were these boots ever going to stop? Of course and I am well trained not to stray past the footwear so I restarted on the other boot, offering it the same amount of devotion.

Mistress let me know that she planned to have me in three layers of latex and without any ado I was ordered into my black heavyweight catsuit which had been nicely warming on the bed. With Maggie’s help I was soon covered in the first layer, but I had been given no hint of the form the other two rubber layers would take. Mistress always likes me to be well groomed, and the same applies when I am in my latex and once dressed I am to be polished or dusted. As soon as Mistress had finished with her duster a second catsuit was brought down from a hanger, its chlorinated surface was so slippery that I could just slide it on without much assistance. Well I had been promised rubbery, and was now enclosed in two glorious layers and anxiously waiting for the third one to appear, but when it did not come I suspected I must have misheard my Mistress.

Perhaps the third layer was the EO19 gas mask that I was then secured inside, with its heavy rubber smell filling my nostrils I was led through to the Clinic and securely strapped down on the couch. Maggie disappeared returning a little later with one of her catheter kits. The gloves went on and a large plastic drape unwrapped ready to be secured to my rubber suit. My cock felt quite cool being exposed through the centre hole of the drape and even cooler when Maggie started to clean it with her swabs of meths. At this point she would normally apply lubricant to my opening, but not today. Instead, Maggie then used her hands to gather up my genitals and after a period of rattling noises came the distinct sound of a ratchet device being attached behind them.

That’s when my first embarrassment of 2018 occurred, I just couldn’t control my cock. Mistress clearly made it known that she wanted a flaccid cock and with a couple of slaps told me to concentrate on making that happen, but try as I might I could not stop the pesky blighter waking up and waving at my Mistress. I tried to think of nothing; I tried counting sheep but in the end Maggie resorted to the tried and tested method of plonking a bag of frozen ice cubes on the area. Even that was only partially successful and Maggie still struggled to attach the second part of her chastity cage, until finally its lock closed around my cock and balls.

With a sigh of relief and triumph it was on to the next part of her plan, installation of the catheter. Bearing in mind I could not see the extent of my cock confinement, I wondered why it took my owner longer than normal to insert the catheter, but at last I could feel it passing painlessly down my urethra and its internal balloon pumped up. Maggie is now a real expert in this little operation and always maintains her very high hygiene standards with a proper sterile field.

Once the capture and catheterisation of my cock was completed, a pair of kegel balls were dangled in front of my gas mask lenses. ‘These will be inserted down below’ , said Mistress. My red butt plug was brought out and the kegels inserted in to my vacated backdoor hole.

My training has taught me that wherever there are kegels there will always be electric sensations, so no surprise that Mistress was soon making her slaves hips move to her
chosen pulsing rhythm, or ‘dance music’ as Mistress called it. A pleasurable predicament as well, because the more you move the more the balls jiggle and just add to the stimulation, or just until Maggie decides to add a sadistic twist to her actions.

It was at this point I made what I thought was an innocent reference to my total acceptance of Mistresses actions. The lead in conversation explains.

Mistress - 'Do you want to pee slave?’
slave -  ‘No thank you Mistress’
Mistress - ‘No thank you. Ah, you can still be polite even when I am punishing you can’t you?
slave - ‘Are you punishing me Mistress?...

I was trying to convey I accept anything and everything she wishes, so how could it be punishment?

That was the most stupid response I could have made, because the electrics were quickly ramped up from 24 to 48 and THEN I was in no doubt at all that I was being punished. Mistress laughed. My ass was on fire, my hips dancing wildly and I was singing out in pain, vowing once more not to make stupid quips when being trained. If Mistress says she is punishing you, just accept it! The raised electrics had played havoc with the caged cock, I could feel the tight restraints of the steel holding in what was trying to be a growing erection. How come a high voltage experience results in a raging erection?

Mistress warned me that the clinic was about to get very noisy as she plugged something into the shoulder of my catsuit. Ah! I was wearing her new inflatable suit and that was soon confirmed as a very noisy pump leapt into life right next to my left ear. It then dawned on me that I had been enclosed in three layers of latex all along and not just two as I had believed, and thank goodness for the E019 gas mask, the thick rubber of the mask toned down the buzz to a pleasant hum. As my shoulders gradually began to bulk out, Maggie eased the tight restraining bands to allow more air to circulate and before long I was able to feel a swelling round my stomach; not tight but sufficient for me to run my rubber covered hands over a larger than normal gut.

It was time to move back to the Playroom, the restraints had been unbuckled I was to carefully alight from the White Room couch. Reaching just a little too far with my leg to make contact with the floor, I suffered the most agonising cramps in my left leg. It made level 48 feel like being tickled. Fortunately, Mistress took immediate remedial action and massaged the calf gently until the cramps subsided, insistent that she would not proceed until I promised that I was fit to continue. Maggie is sadistic at times but definitely not a complete sadist; thoughtful and kind spring to mind and it certainly reinforces why I am devoted to my owner.

Maggie’s orders determined that the electrics, which were now thankfully reduced to a more normal level 21, would remain pulsing and the plugged catheter and cock cage were there ‘permanently’ as we traversed the short distance between the White Room and Playroom.

Not content that my lower appendage was now rendered useless and incapable of being pumped up any further, more inflation was required by Mistress. The pump was plugged in again and the catsuit inflated to a much larger size, applying pressure to all parts of her rubber slave. The matching inflatable hood and mittens followed rendering me a balloon man, I was left to acclimatise myself to my new inflated predicament, unable to touch anything with my round ball hands, unable to move freely with my round ball body and my senses deprived by my round ball head.

I have experienced this rather pleasant latex hood previously, at lower pressures it has stayed in place without too much fuss, Maggie's plans today necessitated fixing my slave collar tightly over the hoods neck band to keep it securely in place, even so, with the great pressure applied, the hood eyes were eventually pointing skywards and the breathing tube required a very firm grip between my teeth. It is possible that an attachment similar to a divers mouthpiece may prove beneficial and I will mention this to my owner.

I was lightly strapped to the cell bars and Mistress amused herself with her little game of ‘inflate and frustrate’. Armed with her hitachi vibrator my imprisoned cock was at her mercy. Talk about frustrated. My sausage literally took on the shape of a sausage in a far too tight skin and the catheter just hung there. I have come to the conclusion that Mistress Maggie is an expert in frustrating her slaves. Another of her endearing qualities.

Once we had deflated all the inflatables, removed all the rubber and … well, that was it. As an act of obedience and submission I was sent home with instructions to keep the catheter and cage on until Monday. Now that was a thrill to leave the Chambers in this state, I loved the concept and was resolved to do exactly as asked. Unfortunately, after a fitful nights sleep I awoke in the early hours of Saturday, having dreamed the most deliciously erotic dreams about my Mistress, with what would have been a super hard and large cock, wanting a pee and desperate for relief from the continuous compression. I succumbed, and at about 06:30 used the keys to free the cage and the syringe that Mistress had loaned me for emergencies to deflate the catheter.

I have already informed Mistress Maggie of my failure and we agree long term caging is probably not our scene and after the excruciating agony of a really compressed cock I take my hat off to those who report that they spend weeks stuck in chastity. The cage was one I had not worn before and unlike the other devices I have tried, its ratchet tightly round my balls made it immovable without the keys. I must admit to regretting having to remove both items as it provided a real sense of long-term ownership. I know, I am a really lucky slave and a Happy New Year to everyone.

Never Again

Today ended the most unhappy period in my slave existence. September ranks as one of the worst months ever as I was only able to enjoy minimal contact with my owner, Mistress Maggie. A series of one off blockers: holidays, work commitments etc, all conspired to prevent me from arranging any session time resulting in a six week break in my servitude. What's more, my six year anniversary of being accepted into Mistresses Chambers happened in September and I was not able to celebrate that momentous event. Do I hear violins playing or tugging at your heart strings perhaps, or is it that I shouldn't have been so stupid to allow this congestion to build up?

Well, I am really pleased to say that the drought is over and not just with the odd few drops of pleasure but a veritable tropical downpour. Strangely enough, all the first session nerves were there as I approached the Chambers, but as soon as the front door swung gently back to reveal that most stunning and beautiful vision of Mistress in her latex, all my angst vanished. Yes we still had two world leaders contemplating nuclear war, yes we had just experienced the worst massacre in American history, and yes, Teresa had almost lost her voice at conference and been less fortunate in not losing Boris; all that vanished and I felt safe. I nervously handed over the two dozen roses I had chosen as an 'I've really missed you' statement and all the external woes went. Mistress hadn't forgotten her loyal slave and all was right with the world.

Mistress promised she had some 'undisclosed' entertainment planned and I was sent to the Bathroom to put my latex socks and gloves on, when I returned I was asked to present the 'used' panties Mistress had kindly loaned me to help me through sad September and I placed my new ribbed butt-plug on the dresser, where it merrily wobbled awaiting insertion. I was delighted that on very close inspection, the panties passed muster for their laundering; a distinct upbeat start to a wonderful month considering my last poor laundry efforts, and I was back in heaven. Mistress was wearing her long red boots that take a lot of worshipping. Long, slow licks, foot to thigh, repeating all the way round from toe to heel. Unusually, halfway through Mistress opened her thighs and ordered me to sit between them, with my neck in the gap between those rather gorgeous nylon covered limbs.

I never imagined that such beautiful legs could exert such pressure around the neck of a slave, as firstly she clamped her thighs tightly around it, then proceeded to press her gloved hands tightly over my mouth and nose. I relaxed my head back into her lap and sat there happy, breathless and becoming quite horny. Quite a start to my reintroduction to slave discipline.

One good thing that happened in September was the delivery of my new black latex catsuit, a thinner and more stretchy one than my heavyweight suit, but also a lot tighter. We spent quite a while coaxing me into it but once on it felt so good and different than my other latex suits, and as Mistress rubbed me down I detected a smile on her beautiful lips and it felt even better!

One short-coming with the suit design is the shorter back zip opening and Mistress didn't find it as easy to fully expose her slaves backside for the butt-plug. Not too inconvenient though, Maggie did insert ‘big red’ but only after another consequence of sad September was overcome. Through lack of use, my bum required larger doses of effort and lube, plus a lot of patience on Maggie's part before we were happy that the plug had finally reseated itself in its natural environment. Another reason for 'never again'.

Ok. Snugly plugged and rubbered to Maggie's satisfaction, the Tusk Mask that had been leering from the back of the Throne was offered for fitting. The last time this wonderful creation received face time was as a prototype and Mistress has gone on to make several improvements to it, now it was ready for me to try again. Grasp the drinking tube firmly between teeth, brace your head and. . . one, two, three, Maggie has the mask snugly fitting. And there it was, a tight gas mask, two long tusks and a very happy and contented slave, complete with modifications (mask not slave!)

Maggie and her bursting bladder were desperate to thoroughly test the functionality of the masks mouth tube feature, she had slipped on her rubber piss pants and was connecting herself to my mouth with a blue control valve. Whether Mistress was teasing or it was a genuine oversight I do not know, but when Mistress instructed 'suck slave' I sucked and puffed and puffed and sucked and. . . nothing. A guttural, sexy laugh from Maggie followed by her checking both taps resulted in a steady stream being sucked through the straw and over my frustrated taste buds. It didn’t take long for me to find a successful technique for using the feeding tube and achieve a good flow by not sucking too hard, otherwise it sat nicely in the roof of my mouth when not in use.

I knelt gazing through the tusks' small, circular windows at the reservoir between Maggie's legs, first slowly emptying then filling up again as the next consignment of nectar arrived. 'Drink it all slave. Slowly!' And as I did I was allowed to snuggle against her red booted thighs and revel in my hood being gently stroked by its owner.

The next modification to the Tusker Mask Prototype 1, was the addition of removable blanking plugs for the tusks themselves, so Maggie can decide exactly how much of her air you are allowed. On this occasion, one blanking plug was left in place, but the second tusk had a gasmask hose attached to it for aroma breathing; a stunning piece of equipment designed and created by Mistresses' very talented husband, John. This special hose allows self delivery of aromas. A quick pump or two of the bulb to make sure the aromas were being delivered and Maggie was ready to move on to something she enjoys; flogging a slave.

Mistress shackled me to the cage with my wrists in iron manacles, and holding the bulb for when I needed the calming effects of the strong aroma I was told to stick my arse out for a flogging. ‘I am not going to beat you hard’ said Maggie, before picking up her whip and turning the next thirty minutes into a most sensual flogging experience.

If you are on Flickr there is some video footage of my flogging HERE but may not be available on all devices.

Whether it was the huge relief of being back with my Mistress or the upbeat Michael Jackson tracks playing in the background, the fact that I had waltzed with my Mistress after my catsuit dressing, had had my belly filled with her nectar, perhaps it was the intoxicating puffs of aromas or probably a combination of all the above, but as Maggie started with her floggers I was so deep in 'the zone' I was feeling more euphoric with each thwack. All I wanted to do was gyrate my bum and offer it up to Mistress and her whip. I was dancing with the music, or should I say moving my bum to the beat and shuffling the feet, as dancing is not something I’m famous for, while thinking how lucky I was to have such a perfect owner wanting to flog her slave. This has got to be one of the best floggings that Mistress has ever given to me in all my six years. I was slightly sad when it had to end and I was instructed to follow her to the White Room.

Any sadness was short lived as Mistress expertly fixed me to the couch and deployed a catheter. Maggie has become a real expert, competent and confident with her catheterisation and allows some of her natural humour to emerge during the operation. That is not to say she is any less careful and clinically correct, but she can now joke about the cool gel injected down my cock, the contents of her catheter kit, or even about not knowing how to store her catheter goodies now that supermarkets charge for their plastic carrier bags! When she first started doing catheters three or so years ago she concentrated on the mechanics of 'doing it right', whereas now she instinctively knows.

I was soon draining nicely, once again gazing at my stunning Mistress as she smiled at yet another 100% successful operation. We talked a while until Mistress decided I was talking far too much and needed a ball gag. That kept me quiet until most of my pee had drained into the cath bag.

Admittedly I was talking, but in my defence it had been a long and sad September without any personal contact with Mistress and I was still excited by all that had already happened in the Chambers today, but I was happy to lay back and take in all the beauties of the Clinic, well, my Mistress really, as she busied herself tidying the sterile bags and other one-off equipment that she uses.

With the catheter drain bag attached, the easiest way to prepare me for moving was to take her trusty pair of scissors and cut away the opaque plastic drape which had served as a very effective sterile operating area during the procedure. Shame really but Maggie does not reuse such items. Always the professional and the totally correct Mistress, that's another reason why I will always return. Then tightly clutching my catheter bag Maggie led me back to the Playroom. ’Careful. You're in trouble if you dislodge the tube, slave!'

The heavy leather sleep sack was brought down from its hanger and laid out under the overhead gantry, while I was confined to the corner holding my piss-bag and looking on at the industry being displayed by Maggie. The zip at the rear of the bag was eased open. Interesting I thought as my rear was currently full with my butt plug. A fact that was short lived however, as Mistress then invited me to bend over and she swapped the incumbent for an inflatable vibrating number. A quick test assured her I was vibrating nicely and I was told to squeeze myself inside the bodybag. Arms into the internal sheaths, a wriggle to get the most comfortable position, all my tubes and plumbing had been successfully brought through to the outside of the bag and Maggie zipped, tight-laced and strapped me in there. Boy was I snug and secure and definitely had no say as to where I was going.

Heavy chains were deployed to help Mistress with the daunting task of hoisting up her 17 stone slave, one pulley at a time until I was suspended at a good height. An amusing discovery fleetingly crept in as Mistress first raised one end of the frame and then the other: I could tell which end was higher by the direction the sweat was trickling up or down my calves, a bit like a spirit level and most appropriate for such a spiritual occasion.

I laid and swayed, occasionally feeling Mistress adjusting my catheter bag or playing with the butt-plug controls, Maggie’s welcome pumps of aroma had me drifting away inside the rubber tusk mask, because by now self medication was obviously a long way in the past, and I was in heaven; totally controlled by my owner.

It was time for Maggie to put her slave into total hibernation and by fitting a blindfold the last vestiges of visual contact were eliminated. I could still hear but only in a muffled way through my rubber headgear, and so I was left for a while as Mistress declared she was tired and needed a drink. I must admit that the mention of a drink gave me the urge as well, I sucked on the feeding tube, but nothing. So I simply contemplated my fate.

After an indeterminate period of long-term bondage resulting in heavenly isolation, and trying unsuccessfully to get the bum vibrator to bring me to climax, I noticed that Mistress was present again. It was my moving mouth tube that gave her away and I was finally allowed something to drink. Not quite the same vintage as my earlier drink, but it was wet and very well received.

It was only later, when we were clearing away after the session that my Mistress informed me that she had decided to have me recycle the contents of my drain bag; I knew that somehow it didn't taste quite the same. The prospect of being encouraged to recycle my own fluids was quite bizarre and I’m strangely delighted that once again I was able to fulfil my promise to my owner; obey immediately and without question. This acceptance is another step forward in my future purpose, to do whatever Mistress requires.

Once my tusk mask was removed I was treated to a final drink straight from the source. Willingly accepted of course, well how can a slave resist such fresh, warm and tasty champagne?  Mistress squatted over my eager mouth and released the remnants of her now empty bladder, and not a drop spilt. This was one helluva session and despite the old adage that absence makes the heart grow stronger - which it certainly did, I will never again willingly go through another 6 weeks of self inflicted isolation between serving sessions with Mistress Maggie.

Never again.

Routine slave Maintenance

There are regular periods in a slaves training when both Mistress and slave have to take stock of how much has been learnt, but more importantly how much, if any, the slave has slipped backwards. I am routinely examined by Mistress Maggie and on my previous visit to the Chambers she had spotted some wayward hairs around my cock and balls, not many but sufficient for a thorough maintenance check to be deemed a priority for this session. I had tried really hard to make sure that I was hairfree, spending a considerable amount of time with the razor in the hope of escaping Maggie’s keen eye and passing her scrupulous inspection.

Boots had to be polished first and I was directed to the ground where I completed my obligatory worship and cleaning of Mistresses footwear, working my tongue in long strokes, the way Mistress likes it, bringing her black latex ankle boots to a shine that would complement her striking full rubber outfit, then as instructed I followed Mistress into her White Room for my depilation exam.

The new grey couch was already prepared in a low position with its foot rest extension in place. All I could do was lay back on it and wait and hope that I was 'clean'. Of course, Maggie’s eyes turned out to be sharper than my razor and it didn't take long for a couple of stray hairs to be located. Out came the tweezers and out came the hairs. Mistress was now on a mission, telling me that I would be suitably punished for my slovenliness, but for the moment she decided to pluck me now and punish me later. Even more pubic hairs were found, grabbed and pulled before Mistress instructed me to turn onto my stomach and started defoliating my crack. I was ashamed at my hairiness and even worse, I have to live with Mistresses promise of punishment for it, which will happen at a later date.

Seven months ago I had my first piercing, a guiche. It has healed really well and has been stretched to a point where I am now able to wear quite heavy jewellery in the hole. Mistress had chosen a final, rather fetching piece of jewellery and successfully installed it in its rightful place today, right behind my balls where it frequently reminds me who owns this slave. Then it was briefly back into the Playroom to be inserted into my thick black latex suit before returning to the Clinic for more routine maintenance checks.

Maggie sealed my head in the white zip fronted latex mask and that’s how I stayed for the majority of my White Room workout. Mistress teasingly mentioned that this part of training would be followed with a little something that I had apparently requested in my previous blog!  I am increasingly wary about any comments I make in my blog as they have that wonderful habit of resurfacing once Mistress reads them.

Maggie clearly knows the effect the hood has on this slave, I love it for its snugness, comfort and its versatility. However, on the down side I can only gaze on at my Mistress through the little perforations, never getting a complete view of my owner. It must present a funny sight for Mistress, having my head go left and right, up and down in an attempt to see her moving around me. Perhaps that amusement is why Mistress likes this wonderful hood on her slave? No doubt, at some stage in the future, Mistress will just zip me up and leave me permanently in the dark.
As proved by being remiss with my shaving, Maggie said I could not be relied on to clean myself and would need to show me how a thorough cleaning is done - insides first. Mistress was stirring something in a jug which turned out to be a warm soap enema concoction, I was told to turn on my side to receive it and one litre was sent in to clean out my colon and held in place with an inflatable bung.

Next, my bladder was to be cleaned and Maggie completed a full sterile catheter procedure to drain my bladder of its contents, which were soon filling up a bag on the couch between my legs. She covered me with a latex sheet and gave me one of her wonderful smiles. . .’Don’t think I’ve finished with you yet slave, your lung function is to be tested as well’. . . and Maggie set off again to tidy all the medical waste from the Clinic.

I was unsure what a lung function test would comprise of, but now I had been filled and plugged and drained and clamped, the final part of my overhaul in the Clinic had arrived and it wouldn’t be long before I found out. Mistress produced a rebreather bag and gas mask and this time made sure I was able to appreciate the full extent of the apparatus by both explaining what it was and slowly displaying it to me through my little perforations until she was satisfied that I was fully aware of what was about to happen. I was to have the air inlet valve closed for 1 minute. The mask was fitted and time to inhale deeply. 1, 2, 3,

. . . 58, 59 and 60 and not a second longer. Mistress opened the valve and I took a large lungful of fresh air, heavily scented with latex as it passed through the opened rebreather valve. Maggie appeared pleased with the result, I was definitely pleased that I had passed and that I hadn't panicked; always trust your Mistress.

With the testing finished it was on to my special request. Intrigued as to what treat lay in-store, Maggie carefully guided me from the couch, allowed me a few moments to adjust to the catheter and severely inflated butt plug that was still sealing in the soapy solution, then ushered me back into the Playroom. Ah! that’s what my surprise was to be - a nice restful period in the rubber bondage sack that was now hanging limply from the ceiling ring in the centre of the room.

Maggie soon had me secured in it, with its straitjacket straps keeping my arms from flapping about and, once Mistress had manoeuvred me onto the latex bed, receiving a set of straps across my legs to keep them immobile as well.

I am owned by a truly wonderful Mistress. To have read my blog and decided that she would give her slave a special treat by leaving me to relax in latex bondage.

I must admit though, that whilst laying there thinking about my recent blogs I could not recall having eulogised about such a fantasy. Yet I must have done because Mistress is always right, or perhaps she knows her property well and knows which buttons to press and which straps to tighten?

Frequently I misread my Mistresses intentions. All this luxury, the warmth radiating through the layers of thick latex, the gentle touch as my Mistress stroked my latex enclosed head; still wearing that nice white latex hood now zipped closed, were only the precursor to the treat Mistress had planned for her slave. She leant forward and said. ’You wished for this in your previous blog’.

I felt the centre zip of the bondage sack slowly being opened and Mistress set to work on the real purpose of all this preparation and the fulfilment of my wish. It struck me what was about to happen as I heard that distinct sound of tape being removed from a roll, and moments later felt that tape being attached round cock and balls. It turns out that Mistress had read the following words in the last blog :-

Careful placement of more tape resulted in a complete cocoon, and you will notice that the binding was made to integrate my catheter into the homogeneous blob which was once my Mistresses cock and balls.

I can't begin to say how both exciting and frustrating it felt as Mistress straddled and stroked my stump still wearing that luxurious latex outfit. One thing is certain, even with her cock and balls severely bandaged, I am still a red blooded slave and still haven't yet learnt that I must control myself no matter what. When my genitals were finally untaped, it certainly was a relief that Mistress had already removed all the hairs round her property.

And finally, a word of caution to anyone wishing to vent a very soapy enema. After I had been extracted from my bondage and layers of latex, I was sent to the bathroom to sort out my full soapy bowels. I made the mistake of deflating the plug and attempting to remove the bulb without relieving the pressure that had built up. It would have been far more sensible to unplug the central tube first and let the pressure out in a more controlled manner, rather than a Hiroshima style explosion! - Consequently, Mistress Maggie had me spend quite a while thoroughly cleaning and disinfecting the results!

A Normal Day for a Latex Slave

Another 'normal' day attending the Mistress Maggie slave training school here in the North West.

Normal in the sense that Mistress heard me ring her bell and answered the door to the Chambers, looking stunningly attractive as usual; today wearing a black and white nurses outfit. That tight sexy corset may be disapproved of in Holby City, but it certainly gained my attention and approval.

Normal in the sense that despite 106 training sessions with my Mistress, I still get incredibly excited as I follow closely behind those latex clad buttocks as we make our way upstairs to the Playroom.

Normal as I am instructed to change from my outdoor clothes into the latex gloves and socks that Mistress likes.

Normal as I am proudly wearing my leather slave collar, and finally, normal because as usual I have no idea where Mistress wants to take her slave today. That normal familiar thrill of having promised to - Willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question, sets my heart racing. And knowing I will do everything I can to keep that promise.

Bending low before my Mistress I showed my normal devotions with long slow worship of the tall platform shoes she was wearing. Standing splendid, Maggie played her cat o' nine tails across my bare back and side, across my buttocks and occasionally down the cleft between my cheeks; tantalisingly tickling my balls through my open legs with the gentlest of flicks. Nothing painful, but sufficiently irregular to maintain my utmost attention to the cleaning job in hand, or I should say mouth, as I was eagerly licking those shoes in an attempt to further perfect my cleaning technique.

In response to her enquiry, I delved in my 'perv bag’ to retrieve a pair of panties that Mistress had asked me to return to her; the very same pair of soiled panties that Mistress had presented to me on my 100th session way back in April. I had to enjoy the scent and flavours at home, placing them back into their zip seal bag each time I’d worshipped them, then return the beautiful item when Mistress demanded. As normal, her panties must be freshly laundered, and this time preferably with a fresh laundry aroma. Previously I had not laundered them properly and I wouldn’t make that mistake twice; I had cleaned them and double cleaned them so they smelled 'as new’. I was relieved when Maggie inspected them, this time appearing happy with my laundering and not needing to pick up her cane.

As normal, with very little ceremony and lots of lube, Mistress took the opportunity to install my butt plug in its rightful place and helped me into my black latex catsuit. I followed her into the Clinic where I was to become her rubber patient. I received Mistresses ‘bandage hood’, a hood I remember Mistress making specially for silencing her White Room patients; a latex hood with long neck, tied in place with the attached long, white latex bandages that create a very effective seal across the small mouth hole. As normal, Mistress then made sure her slave was comfortable with the judicial placing of the Clinic pillow.

Now, I would normally expect Mistress to securely strap me to the gynae couch, but on this occasion she was even more mischievous than normal. Knowing how much I like to stroke her latex clad buttocks whenever they are in range, she whispered that she would very much like it if I could perform that little luxurious task and my right hand would be left unrestrained and free to caress her glorious globes whenever they swayed my way.

What an absolute tease Mistress can be. There I was with a big smile under the bandage, my right arm free of all fetters and ready to stroke the bum of my rubberised catheter nurse.

As you might guess, ALL the while Maggie was inserting the catheter, her bum and my arm were swinging on opposite sides of the operating table. I might as well have had my right arm lopped off for all the good it was doing caressing those latex buttocks. Hmm! maybe it's best not to suggest that, it being my wanking arm and knowing how well equipped and devious she is!

However, despite its stout securing strap, I did get my left hand into a position to manage an occasional stroke, and my efforts kept me sufficiently sidetracked, to prevent me noticing that the catheter had been clinically and cleanly installed. Maggie really is good at that operation.

Normally, Mistress would immediately attach the drainage bag and my bladder would begin releasing its contents, giving a little relief from that growing urge to pee. Nope, the outlet was firmly bunged with a catheter plug, me and my bladder were to be kept waiting for the growing necessity to relieve myself. Mistress continued with her operations, the butt plug needed to come out to be quickly replaced by the electrified Kegel balls, and once Maggie was satisfied that I was receiving my stimulation in the form of a good belt of northern electricity, we returned to the Playroom for my insertion into the vacuum bag. Politicians make much about the Northern Power House, let me tell them Mistress has been operating it successfully for years!

It was obvious right from the start of the session that the vacbed would be used, as it was already assembled on the floor when I arrived and even this stupid slave can discern an object so black and so large. But it was still a real thrill to hear Maggie giving me an explanation of what was to come.

A quick check that I understood both her intentions and her safety rules, a simple mask providing cover for my mouth and nose and I was ready. A big dollop of lube was spread along the opening to assist with sealing the vacuum, then I was instructed to carefully climb inside my rubber womb.

Mistress made sure the small breather tube attached to the mask was secure in the vacbed’s breathing hole, my mouth remained unobstructed and I was still able to communicate with Mistress. The electric levels were turned up to set my bum balls throbbing, and with the catch bag attached my inflated bladder finally got relief from the nagging urge to urinate. Not much but oh what a relief. As normal, Mistress forever considerate for her slave's well-being, placed a comfortable cushion under the nape of my neck. The whirr of the vacuum pump completed incarceration. It is an incredible feeling to feel the gradual removal of the air and then it comes all of a rush as the last vestiges are sucked out and you become immobile.

Mistress then told me that she was to advance my breath training whilst in the vacbed, I would have to rely on a re-breather bag as a lifeline for a while, but I managed on the three litre bag quite nicely. Long slow breaths now and I was really starting to enjoy being immobile, totally enclosed in tight rubber and I know Mistress likes the rhythmic breathing sound as it indicates that I am alive and untroubled. With my latest training, I think I could have maintained that steady rhythm for hours. I wonder if you can actually sleep in that situation? The downside is that my visibility was restricted to a very dull dark grey haze of the rest of the world, and worse that I could only see shadows of my Mistress as she floated around, occasionally checking that her slave was OK and doing Mistress things to her encapsulated plaything.

My other senses compensated and I knew there was going to be a change to my breathing, as Maggie announced that she would enjoy replacing the re-breather bag with her personal dildo toy, and I could share her enjoyment via a hosepipe attached to my incarcerated face. I could almost taste Mistress as she pleasured herself.

I could also see the little points of light, created by Mistress when she let her nectar flow around my mouth and eyes, giving strange sparkles of twinkling light, as her fluids refracted the Playroom light through the otherwise dull grey of the vacuum bag. For a fleeting moment I thought of the night sky and millions of twinkling stars. Funny where your mind drifts when you are in heaven.

And that was that. I couldn't do anything inside the bag, but I gain huge enjoyment knowing that I have played even a small passive part in my Mistress enjoying her slave.

Was this a 'normal session'? Yes, but only to the extent that normality means that nothing is taken for granted; Normal that Mistress Maggie always surprises me with the variety of her training, and normal that I leave another session knowing I am even more under the control of a superb Mistress.

Another normal day in Mistress Maggie's Training School.

What a Wanker!

What a wanker. When I said I was home alone for the week, and Mistress Maggie replied with  'I’m not sure you should be allowed that much freedom',  I thought she was hinting at sending me home in a chastity device. That is not how the session had been planned and I deeply regret having masturbated twice in the 24 hours before our session. It is certainly not an activity I normally do and my only aim was to provide a less unruly cock for Maggie's chastity cage. I don't think Mistress was at all pleased that I had been playing with her property without her consent and I shan't be doing that again in a hurry!

What a fabulous start. I was beckoned inside by a stunning Mistress in a very tight black and red latex leotard, shiny black leggings and flame red ankle boots, and given a very heart warming hug and welcome kiss. As I followed Maggie up the stairs I was fixated, as I often am, by her perfectly formed, latex covered orbs undulating right in front of my bulging eyes. So much so that it was only when I paid homage to Maggie's red boots that I noticed the stunning red ribbon lacing up the rear of her shiny pants. Mistress laughed as she confirmed that those very same red ribbon laces were there when I climbed the stairs. Fortunately she knows I worship her bottom and that would excuse my poor peripheral vision. 

With the formal program briefing delivered and agreed, I was eased into the tight, heavy black rubber catsuit and Maggie strapped me tightly into a leather waist corset. Perhaps Mistress was going to strap me into the latex sheeted Playroom bed and leave me to sleep: For a fleeting moment, that sounded so inviting. However, reality kicked in and I realised it was a definite non starter as Maggie does not entertain overnight slaves. Instead Maggie hooked her finger through my collar ring and guided me towards the door saying we would be visiting the Clinic. I thought I would be helpful by opening the Playroom door. Wrong again. I really wasn't doing too well in the anticipation stakes. Instead Mistress placed my nose against the red Playroom door and barked ‘Stay’. And stay I did for as long as Maggie needed to ready herself. I heard that familiar rustle as a plastic bag was eased over my head, tightened at the neck and used to lead this bagged slave to the Clinic.

Target for strap-on

I had no air whatsoever as Maggie pinioned me against the wall, she told me rather unconvincingly that I had plenty of air and should let her know when it had ALL run out. I might have, but that damned plastic had sealed firmly across mouth and nose and couldn't breath in or out. Fortunately it was obvious that I had no air at all. 

With the system mask fitted I was to lie on the couch with my legs wide open. Mistress really does know her slave, and how, despite 89 sessions, I still cannot fully control my hands from trying to caress those tempting latex covered orbs. Maggie used the leather mitts and wrist cuffs to help her slave, my hands were quickly locked well out of the way of any temptation and my treatment was underway.

An anal examination first. A single finger was inserted, and some lube, then a long whiff of aroma to ease the passage and Mistress eased her strap-on dildo inside. A steady, very nice fuck being the outcome.

The void as Mistresses strap-on was withdrawn was filled with an inflatable vibrating butt plug, pumped up, not too tight, and set to 'On’, and I lay there buzzing while Maggie busily moved around me, adding numerous leather straps and making sure I was securely strapped down on the gynae table.

A small operation followed to assess the size of my cock passage. I couldn’t see, but I certainly could feel a series of cold instruments being inserted down my cock, as Maggie tested my size with chilled pyrex sounds, each one being slightly larger than the previous. I could actually feel the butt-plug vibrations going outwards from the fully inserted sound. Yet another sensation Mistress has introduced to her property.

Clamped catheter

I am one of the luckiest slaves alive being lavished with all this luxury treatment, although I could only manage to moan my appreciation on this occasion, as the system gag had been fitted and inflated.

The goodies just keep on flowing as did my pee when Maggie followed the sounding with a new type of catheter. I do love it when Mistress introduces me to her new equipment and I will always be truthful in my responses as to its effectiveness and comfort.

Rule 1 – The slave must always be honest . . . 

It was then that the stupidity and thoughtlessness of my earlier hand-job reliefs hit home. Mistress carefully teased the catheter home saying ‘Don't you dare cum’. But for the pumped up gag filling my mouth, I would have confessed there and then that I thought the tanks were empty. I just grunted agreement not to disgrace myself. And what to do with the excess saline solution from the catheterisation? Easy. Maggie put a long needle on her saline syringe and injected the liquid leftovers directly into my ball sack. Ah bliss, yet another fantasy realized.

Long deep breaths

Maggie promised to indulge both herself and me with a little more serious breath play. The outer part of the system hood was attached and hooked up to a single re-breather bag.

I was left to try and fill my drain bag while getting used to the feel of the breathing set-up and taking regulated breaths. You have to be disciplined, no matter what Mistress is doing to you elsewhere. There is a technique: Long breath out, long slow breath in, in, out maintaining that steady rhythm.

When Maggie was happy with my trials the mask was finally reconfigured, with the help of a t-piece joint, the system mask was transformed into an indulgently serious re-breathing unit. Through the small lenses I could just see the tubes as they snaked towards my only source of air, and Mistress standing by monitoring her slave.

Reconfigured system mask

Eventually Mistress thought I’d had enough and removed the mask, but I think she sensed my disappointment, because without further ado I was once again subdued with aroma and the trusty plastic bag was back over my face. I wasn't at all concerned as Maggie gave me a gentle kiss through the plastic and began reciting her eulogy for a slave, or to be more precise, her eulogy for an expired breathplay slave. ’He was a good slave, but all slaves must eventually take their final breath . . . ‘.

It sounded a little terminal and I can only remember parts of it, but what the heck, I was prepared to ease away as the restricted air first produced unconsciousness then . . . I didn't care, I was perfectly relaxed and happy with whichever direction Maggie wanted to take her slave. It could never get that far as Maggie is too professional and experienced, but a slave can dream and I do know Maggie enjoys her slaves more when they are gasping for air.

All good things come to an end and I was really disappointed as Mistress whispered that it was getting close to my bedtime, and again realized she was referring to the lateness and not any possible latex covered incarceration. Just after 22:00 and Mistress had completed her planned activities, albeit a few moments late. That’s always the case as Maggie is never a clock watcher when it comes to her slaves and I was still alive and a very happy slave.

A few final thoughts to other slaves who are fortunate or sensible enough to be contemplating asking Mistress Maggie to help liberate your inner desires:

Leave three or four days before a session as wank/sex free days. Mistress does enjoy tormenting a firm cock.

Don't touch her property without her say so.

If you need to leave at a specific time, tell Maggie beforehand.

I know I will do anything that my Mistress asks of me. Perhaps I am a little closer to becoming an acceptable slave to an exceptional Mistress?

Sports Day

A June day and Mistress Maggie had organised a few games for our amusement. You get a tantalising glimpse through the small semi-transparent panel in the front door and I guessed it was Maggie the rubber nurse greeting me today.

Returning to the Playroom in my black latex stockings and gloves, Maggie retrieved a tight fitting black latex hood for me to wear and with a smile started my incarceration. Even with only the three items I could sympathise with my Mistress who by now must be warming nicely inside her latex uniform. I was cleaning Maggie's footwear when, seeing a moment when I was kissing her instep and my bum high in the air, I was told to stay still and in a flash the lubricant was out and in, closely followed by my flexible butt plug. I could sense that Maggie was in a feisty mood, a sure sign of a lively session.

Thoughtful for her slaves welfare, Maggie asked if I wished to wear my heavy weight latex catsuit or was it too warm for full rubber? Even with the building heat I was not about to disappoint my Mistress who likes me to wear some rubber. 'Suit please.' That was a struggle as my body was already starting to moisten. Lots of talc, a lot of pulling and tugging, and we finally had it on, slave collar reattached over suit and hood and that was me sealed inside heavy rubber.

I was starting to question my sanity as the first trickles of sweat started their journey down my back. Oh well, I'd made my bed so now I'll float in it and I know how it pleases Maggie, and I do rather like being in latex. Mistress told me to stand and watch her short demonstration because ‘Nurse is monitoring your respiration today’. Maggie lay down on the low bench showing how I should present myself for her treatment, black rope ready to anchor me on.

The first of the days sporting activities was a card game. Hardly an Olympic sport, but nevertheless a 'competitive' event with simple rules. When I said 'stop', the colour of the card determined the reward I was to achieve. It was now clear why Nurse Maggie had donned her red latex operating gown. I however would be wearing a substantial 'O' gag, most unfair because all I could do was lie open mouthed waiting for my rewards and grunt at the appropriate time. Nurse Maggie straddled me and turned the cards one at a time on my pinioned chest.

I was soon into the swing of the game. A black card and Nurse would descend on my face with her black latex panties, a red card and her red operating gown would be stretched over my face and gag. As the game progressed, Nurse Maggie decided she would make it harder by removing the gag, as a more effective airtight seal would be achieved without it. Not one bit of it. Maggie knows how I love to be suffocated by her. At last I was let off onto a waiting towel, a few good smotherings and you do sweat a lot, and take my advice, catsuit zips are NOT watertight.

It was a pleasant walk through to the Clinic. When strapped onto the gynae couch the cool air was allowed to flow round my cock and balls as Mistress unzipped me ready for more attention. It is very relaxing watching Maggie going about her preparations, as I understood that I was about to receive my second catheter. A full squirt of antiseptic gel down the end of my penis also added to the cooling effects but from inside this time. Although strapped down I was relatively free and able to gaze at Mistresses profile as she read her check list, checked that everything was in the right place, donned the surgical gloves and made ready the catheter.

Gently guiding the tube on its long journey; constant feedback required by Maggie to ensure it wasn't damaging her property and it was in. A strange sensation. Not at all unpleasant. I could feel the progress of the tube as it invaded my urethra further and further until I could feel it entering the bladder. Before its final few inches of the journey Maggie did apply a heavy duty clamp to prevent unplanned leakage. I swear the cooling gel actually lowered the temperature of my internal bits as the tube carried it further inside.
A gentle application of sterile water to inflate the internal catheter bulb, that was it. My water works were now totally controlled by Mistress.

With the tube comfortably in place and the pee flowing into the drain bag to Maggie's satisfaction, the preparations for game two could get under way. A little easing of the back passage necessary for the installation of an inflatable dildo. On went the plastic bag containing the aroma soaked pad and Maggie made sure that I only breathed in the aroma inside the bag. Several deep breaths, a notable relaxation of the sphincter and Maggie soon had her dildo exactly where intended.

Four more items and Maggie would be ready for some more fun. First the black and white rubber helmet, a little problematic to zip on resulting in me forcing the dildo out of my bum as I strained to adjust position. It did, however deliver an unexpected bonus, as Maggie took a short time-out and joined me in the plastic bag for a bit of breath control of her own. A tight squeeze but well worth the close encounter with Mistress. More aroma for me, allowing reinsertion of the expelled, yet to be inflated dildo. The third item was the inflatable butterfly gag and like the dildo left flaccid. The final item was a high quality blood-pressure monitor with a velcro fastening arm cuff that I had to wear for Mistresses game.

Maggie explained the rules to Top or Bottom. If the BP counter ended in an even number I would receive a couple of pumps to the gag, if it was an odd number, a couple of pumps to the butt-plug. It ended about evens with both my mouth and bum fully stuffed and inflated. Two more areas that were now out of my control and owned by Mistress Maggie and a thoroughly happy slave.

When the time was right Mistress quickly went round deflating her toys, but the clamped catheter tube was ready and willing to expel itself, landing with a barely audible ‘plop’on the clinic floor. A rather peculiar sound that made us both break out in fits of laughter.

The final twist and yet another sign of Maggie's overactive sense of humour. She knows I have a fear of her applying Fiery Jack to my sensitive parts. Imagine the horror when Maggie undid the nipple zips and applied cream from a tube, whispering that 'something should be happening shortly' and recommending a sniff from the bottle of beneficial medicine. The cream was massaged into my nipples, I was asked many times if I could feel the effects and could only reply, ‘not yet Mistress, it still feels rather nice’. The fear and anticipation were considerable. What was it going to feel like and could I accept it? Maggie clearly wanted to use the cream and now appeared to be enjoying massaging cock, balls and nipples all at the same time. No mistake by Maggie. She had used a tube of Aloe Vera to taunt and terrorise me!

My First Catheter

Mistress Maggie greeted me in her new plastic mackintosh. Not just an ordinary plastic mac; thick material, semi opaque, beautifully cut and purchased from Rubber Eva. After tearing my eyes away from the diaphanous vision, I noticed Mistress was wearing suspenders, stockings and spiky black stiletto court shoes. That should prove interesting for my devotions at the start of the session!

I was instructed to sit on the bed as Maggie sat alongside in her new mac. Before allowing me intimate contact with the mac, Maggie explained that I would have a gentle introduction to the smell of plastic as Mistress slipped a plastic bag over my head for preliminary suffocation. Maggie introduced a small aroma soaked pad inside the bag as it was sealed round my neck and I was told to breath hard. Aromas have the effect of relaxing me and before I knew it, I was strapped to the upholstered bench feeling much more relaxed as I was introduced to the strong intoxicating plastic smell of that high class garment. Maggie happily spent some considerable time facesitting her slave and I was privileged that Maggie allowed me to examine it at such close quarters and spent as long as I could looking, touching feeling, kissing and licking anywhere and everywhere that Mistress would allow.



It was now time for goodbyes to an old friend and hello to a new companion. Once into my red catsuit, Maggie thought it appropriate for a short ceremonial photo to consign my old red plug to history and say hello, intimately, to the new larger sized black plug that Mistress had obtained for me. I was to wash it first and return to the playroom, present my bent arse over the horse and beg to have her insert it, which I did with no hesitation at all. ‘Please fit my new plug Mistress’.

Maggie gave me a work out with her strapon to make way for the new toy and was pleased with the size and relative ease that the new plug eased its way into its new home. Of course I was pleased. Laying on the bench whilst Mistress introduced copious quantities of lubricant and gently eased my new friend into its new home. I could certainly tell it was bigger. Not painfully so, but it would be a while before the new plug expelled itself. Mistress fitted the blow up gag and leather head harness and hung me from the overhead, arms spread wide, legs tightly strung together where I was left to contemplate and accommodate my new addition to my training attire.

I was just getting used to my new situation when Nurse Maggie returned. Released from the overhead, head harness and gag, Rubber Nurse led me through to the clinic for the next part of my training, a particularly nice rebreather hood was zipped on suitable for an intense medical procedure. I didn’t even know I was ill, oh well, nurse knows best!

From my position on the couch, I could see Rubber Nurse moving, retrieving equipment and then I got a glimpse of the catheter. A Foley catheter I think. I knew now that the fantasy I had revealed all those weeks back was to be realised. I had got the t-shirt, read the book, seen the video, now I was to have 'been there and done that'.

The procedure was text-book. Maggie, as always, was scrupulously meticulous in the cleanliness and the procedure followed exactly one of the NHS videos I had viewed online. What they don't tell you in the video is the fantastic feeling as the catheter is, oh so gently, inserted and slithers its way deep inside and yet another bodily function is completely under your Mistresses control.


Once the catheter was nicely installed and juices flowing, I was made comfortable under the red latex operation sheet, Maggie removed my new friend and replaced it with an inflatable anal balloon with through tube, into which was bubbled some rather soapy Castile mild baby soap and plugged to keep it there. Yet another function now under Maggie’s control, and finally the inflatable gunmetal latex hood removed much of my hearing, I couldn't talk and I was left to meditate and accept that total control of all my functions rested in the very capable hands of a very capable Mistress with top and tail pumped up rather nicely.

I think the highlight of this session was provided after the hood had been removed. We walked downstairs and I was allowed to gently pedicure Mistresses feet. Passing me an emery board and with her bare feet positioned on my lap, Mistress Maggie had trusted me to gently file away some roughness and then apply foot cream to leave her feet soft and relaxed. All this whilst still plugged and catheterised. I am one very happy slave.