Too Much Latex?

Mistress Maggie's calling mail yesterday had been short and sweet. ‘Your rubber Mistress hopes to prove whether having too much rubber is fact or fiction’.

It sounded like a lot of rubber fun was about to happen and that certainly was the case. I am not sure if by the end of the session Maggie had proved or disproved her hypothesis, but I do know it was heavenly attempting to find the answer. Red thigh high boots, red latex catsuit, teasing black latex bra provocatively accentuating a pair of magnificent breasts. . . I am of course referring to my stunning Mistress not me. Dressed in her skintight latex, Mistress instructed me to change into just my latex socks and gloves, and I hurriedly dressed to her liking before returning to the room and dropped on my knees gazing lovingly at her long shiny boots. ‘Kisses only, to both boots slave. No licking!’.

Only when I had completed the boot worship, kisses only of course, did I find out the reason for her 'no licking' instruction, as Mistress had other plans for my eager tongue today. Mistress allowed me a further rubber item in the form of a hood, then standing up, she slowly slid open her crotch zip, being very careful about what was exposed, and I was invited to get in there and lick clean her bottom. I haven't been allowed this privilege for quite a while and as she reclined across her throne, I positioned myself behind her, between her legs and ever so carefully made my way into the valley between those perfect cheeks.

It is warm and dark in the valley, with only Maggie’s slight movements occasionally letting in sufficient light for me to wonder at the perfectly round, slightly puckered little bud that was my Mistresses anal opening and the target for my devotion. Care was needed, because feeling around in the dark with my tongue could oh so easily result in straying into the forbidden zone. It was an excellent treat and Mistresses beautiful bottom ended up equally beautifully cleaned.

I was then told to lay face down on the luxurious latex bed, which for a brief moment took me back to the calling mail and the idea of too much latex. It was only the briefest of dreamy thoughts as I was soon awakened from my fantasizing when the first of many lashes landed fairly and squarely across my shoulders and brought me back to reality. For the next few minutes I was subjected to a sound thrashing across my buttocks, back and crack, and without complaint I laid there, still, until it was over. However, I had three things secretly working on my behalf to help me accept the lashing.

The first was the aromas that Mistress had allowed me to consume. The second was the butt plug; the small and extra piece of rubber that gave my butt cheeks something to bite on, and the third and most important, was Maggie wanted to thrash her slave and I think it did her a power of good.

I even enjoyed watching Maggie's arm from the corner of my eye, hearing the familiar swish and absorbing the pain. I know Maggie wasn't delivering at full force but she was giving the whip some air, and I probably shouldn't admit it but I was pleased that Mistress saw fit to let out some of her frustrations on the flesh of her almost naked slave.

It was then the easiest climb into my working latex catsuit. A good dose of talc and I was able to slide ever so easily inside and even had it zipped all the way up before Maggie had finished sipping her water. We were both relaxed, well I know I was, and we moved quietly into the Clinic but only for a short sojourn. Mistress did not want her research interrupted by a slave whining for a loo visit, and therefore a catheter must be installed for the remainder of the session.

A catheter insertion has become pretty routine and while it was being done we chatted about the first time she had me wear one. Meticulously reading each stage of the instructions and following them to the letter. That insertion was incredible but took Mistress a little time with checking and double checking, whereas now it is like second nature. Still the same adherence to strict hygiene and safety but such a quick and easy treatment now.

Lying down there on the medical couch I rarely catch a glimpse of what is happening down below, I have so often asked ‘Is it in Mistress?’. Today Maggie had come up with an unexpected treat for her slave and thoughtfully provided me with a pair of prism glasses, which allowed me to see the whole procedure from start to finish over my rotund stomach. Despite being securely strapped to the couch, I was able to raise my head a little and watch through the prisms as Maggie completed her work and finally strapped a rubber catheter bag to my thigh to catch my pee. A glass of water was also proffered to my zippered lips, to get the juices flowing and everything draining as it should. The familiar slosh slosh from the bag satisfied Mistress that the draining was already ongoing and after only a few moments in the Clinic me and my cath bag were escorted back to the Playroom.

On our return the luxury bondage bed was waiting with its quilt folded back. I was told to lay down on it and maybe for some considerable  time, because my ankles were being attached to the footboard and my wrists to the head of the bed.

Mistress wasn't entirely happy with my arms poking out at the top and changing her mind she hurried to retrieve a spreader bar. I have learnt a few slave skills, one of which I used to help my Mistress: by raising my buttocks Mistress could slide the bar underneath me and hold my wrists down by my sides, the bar could then be attached to the footboard ensuring that I was pinioned. Maggie’s inventiveness had the desired effect, her bondage was most comfortable and my cock and balls were next to feel her attention.

More rubber arrived and Mistress stretched a ball bag and matching penis sheath around my genitals. She had obviously planned for the catheter and went on to draw the catheters’ tube through the hole at the tip of the sheath. I was allowed more aroma inhalation and this had an amazing effect, with each breath sending me deeper and deeper under her spell.

I vaguely remember Mistress promising me more bedtime medicine to follow once I was nicely tucked up. The rubber quilt was now being rolled up over me and I began to understand why my hands were secured the way they were. The quilt could be rolled up to cover my head to engulf me in total darkness as my breathing hoses were long enough to be kept well out of harms way.

Sitting comfortably at my bedside Mistress started to read the third installment of a story from the Dressing For Pleasure magazine, accompanied by lots of rubbery strokes and more of her aromatic medicine to send her slave off to sleep.

With the bedtime story finished I was tucked up properly in the bed. Even with the quilt covering my eyes, black as the darkest night, I could still see the image of my beautiful Mistress as clear as day. It felt so warm, safe and peaceful in bed that I don't know if, after a while, I drifted off to sleep, but I do remember the contents of the story and that at some point Mistress had climbed under the rubber quilt alongside me and snuggled next to me for a few minutes, granting me quite a few very gentle caresses.

And for a final treat, after a very taxing session, in reality it was incredibly relaxing for me at any rate, Maggie prepared the refreshing and medicinal drink she had promised me to aid a good night's sleep. I lay, or perhaps a more accurate description of my current state, floated there on and under a rubbery cloud as I watched Mistress firstly hang a feeding funnel above me and partially fill it with her juices. What an end to a most erotic and sensual session. I was relaxed and had hardly raised a sweat but the re-hydrating fluid was eagerly accepted and consumed.

The question raised, ... to prove whether having too much rubber is fact or fiction remains and may never be answered. I may regret this as well but we were nowhere near to me having to much rubber. I suppose I would need to be pleading for less rubber, to pass out or die of heat stroke for that to be a fact!. The latter is impossible as Maggie takes far to much care of her charges. The middle one is possible but unlikely as I may faint with the heat, and we shall see about me pleading for less rubber. Unlikely too!

WARNING: This 45 second clip has audio

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another outstanding training session and I apologize for not providing an answer to your hypothesis.

Four Sounds and a Catheter

Mistress Maggie appears to have a bottomless repertoire of ways to inflict exquisite pain on her subjects yet at the same time inducing a feeling of happiness in her slave. Several examples of Mistresses playful sadism were evident in today’s session, and remarkably on each occasion I wanted it to continue and wanted MORE! The pain was of course present, but what was present in a much greater measure was my absolute need and desire to please Mistress.

Mistress had bought a new pair of pale coloured calf length boots and as usual, that is where I began my devotion, down on my knees thoroughly cleaning and worshipping her chosen footwear. Surprisingly I received a strange sensation on my tongue when I started on the soles of the boots, Mistress had taken them to Timpson’s to have special grippy soles and heels attached that had the consistency of a snow shoe, or what I imagined a snow shoe to feel like. Very pronounced and abrasive rubber soles that really scraped on the tongue as I licked.

Moving on to the heels I discovered that they were an attractive shape but definitely not stiletto, Mistress smiled down at me and innocently enquired what I thought they might feel like grinding into a nipple. I rather sensibly sidestepped the question and continuing my worship made sure I was as near as possible to being face down, but there was little doubt in my mind that I would be finding out soon!

On a practical perspective these boots are virtually non-slip, or at least they were when they did eventually end up being stamped into my nipples, which means Mistress will be a lot safer walking out and about this coming winter. I know it is selfish but I really don't want my owner to be damaged.

Butt plugging time began. Head down, bum up, lube on and butt plug in, all in a matter of seconds and no discomfort. That was until Mistress decided that sitting on my back was an ideal position to give my arse a sound hand spanking then make her mark on my buttocks with her sharp fingernails. That really is a strange situation to find your bum in. I didn't dare move or even flinch with Mistress balancing on my back, and I did rather like that position as I could feel the warmth of Mistresses rubbered private parts in the middle of my back. Anyway, I just knelt and enjoyed the pain and the pleasure as Maggie alternated between scratching and gently stroking. Donning my purple catsuit was just as easy as the plug insertion and we were very soon ready to progress to The Clinic.

Mistress in her latex nurse guise was as caring towards her slaves health as ever. Knowing that I had recently had some dental work and could only consume soft food she went on her travels to find something suitable for me to eat. Soft fruit and cream perhaps? Perhaps some late season strawberries? No. Mistress returned with a most suitable treat, a pair of her well worn black lace panties. First I benefited from the musky scent of the crotch piece against my nose, then after a period of sniffing came the taste as Maggie used her finger to push the whole panties in my mouth and secured them there with a piece of  clinic tape. I moved them round in my mouth, savoured the flavour and contemplated what a lucky slave I am.

Wearing an S10 gas mask and attached to the nearby Gas Station I was ready to be strapped down and receive aromas on demand. Four or five squeezes of the bulb results in a good but not excessive inhalation of the relaxing aromas and once more I was heading deeper into sub-space where I know my Mistress can do anything she wants with her slave and I certainly won’t complain.

Mistress covered me in two surgical drapes, one in rubber and a second one in plastic, straight from a sterile pack. With each one being carefully secured around my exposed cock and balls it was looking as though that was the operating site of the day. At this point my unruly cock decided that it wasn't going to play and Mistress was having difficulty retracting my foreskin. Maggie really doesn't want to hurt her subjects unnecessarily and I knew that, so being more familiar with my little fella I offered to retract the foreskin for her. It meant releasing my hands but with my help we were able to get it all the way back and Mistress was very happy that she could proceed.

As usual the catheterisation was text book. A completely sterile environment. Everything to hand in sterile conditions and the catheter was in and inflated in moments. I rarely have anything to contribute to the procedure apart from asking, ’is it in?’. Aided by the occasional extra whiff of aromas I was quite happily drifting further under Maggie's spell. I was so pleased when I saw this picture to see that my foreskin stayed fully retracted. On the negative side  and as you can see, my cock is behaving like a freshly made sausage, small and very wiggly. In defence, I got a bollocking last time for cumming early and was determined not to repeat my infractions.

Absolute concentration from a perfect Mistress

Four sounds and a catheter.

There was no way the floppy cock would deter Mistress from her next task, in fact slipping a cold metal rod or two down my shaft was more likely to stiffen it up! Her plan to insert sounds to accompany the catheter deep into my insides needed two steady hands, one for sounding and one for keeping my cock in the appropriate orientation. Or perhaps not. Mistress came up with a simple solution and just held my cock in the jaws of a clamp that was attached to a stand. I told you Mistress has every conceivable device necessary to perform her tasks.

A few more sniffs and I was there, deep under the spell of a stunningly beautiful Mistress and because Maggie hadn't reattached my wrists to the couch I was able to indulge in another of life's pleasures, stroking my Mistresses latex clad derrière. Actually, I think not reattaching my wrist strap was quite deliberate on Maggie's part as I sense she derives considerable pleasure in such stroking. I certainly didn't receive any form of admonishment for rubbing her lovely bottom with my gloved hand.

Visually examining her shiny sound Mistress came towards the operation area and steadily guided it inside my clamped cock. It went in very easily as did the second, third and fourth and I was already to try and accept a fifth, but Mistress had achieved her target of four sounds and a catheter and smiled.

Perhaps next time Maggie will attempt more sounds? I was certainly relaxed enough to attempt more, what with my aromas and being in the presence of my owner but Maggie always knows best and four was as far as she wanted to go today. Briefly leaving the clinic Mistress returned with a plug in vibrator. I heard its buzzing sound then the intense feeling as it made contact with my metalwork making the sounds really rattle. Maggie laughed at my reaction and I'm not at all surprised, as the sounds must have been waving around faster than the baton at the Last Night of the Proms.

Mistress hadn't given me permission to cum and this time despite the very deep vibrations in my sensitive cock I was able to control my natural instincts. I stayed unembarrassed. That was an achievement!

And that was that. Well, almost that. Mistress still had one final part of the session to complete and time for a change of mask. I must admit to being a little disappointed as she removed the S10, no more aromas to carry me along the path which my Mistress expertly guides her slave and I have very willingly chosen to follow. The new hood had nose inserts and a drinking tube and eye holes so I could gaze on my Mistresses beauty which I did for as long as I could. But as you can see it did not last for too long, with the leather blindfold applied I was plunged into almost complete blackness.

I say almost because the stout nature of the blindfold does allow little chinks of light round the edges, but in a way that can be worse. Try as you may those little chinks remain little chinks with no way of seeing anything apart from the occasional shadow as Mistress moves around the Clinic. Better than nothing I suppose.

I lay there with a little contemplative time to myself, reflecting on how lucky a slave I was, until a time where once again I heard Maggie return to the room. ‘It is time for your medicine slave’, she said, and I could feel a tube being attached to my mouth pipe. There was no way to tell whether it was my own or Mistresses fluids that were making their way onto my palette. That question was thankfully resolved when Maggie took away the blindfold and could confirm the source as Maggie's nectar,from Maggie’s special pants and via a long rubber tube I was being fed my medicine straight from the source.
At this point I must warn others wearing this mask that because of the small bore of the feeding tube there is a knack to obtaining small but regular doses of the amber nectar. I had to seal my lips round it, manoeuvre my tongue out of the way and suck. Even when you have mastered the technique you can only draw small amounts of fluid.

With a little practice I managed to achieve a steady flow and needed no encouragement to empty the first dose of medicine from Mistresses piss pants. I allowed myself a virtual smile when Maggie instructed me to drink all the second dose. I had no intentions of missing a drop and sucked avidly until I heard that very pleasant slurp slurp as the last few drops were extracted from their reservoir.

It all made perfect sense now. The calling email had indicated  - Rubber nurse will be on duty and will be asking you to open wide and practising one of her steely infused operations on you.

Maggie really does a fantastic job of training this very willing slave, and once more I have travelled a little further down that glorious road of total dependence on an incredibly wonderful and beautiful Mistress.

If you have enjoyed this honest and accurate account of one slaves continuing journey I recommend you visit Mistress Maggie’s new website and who knows, in eight years time you might be able to report on your 173 session!

A Wild Time Swinging

In all my seven years with my excellent Mistress Maggie, one thing has become an annual ritual at this time of year. The plum catsuit I was instructed to bring was somewhat of a give away. Each time I wear it I seem to end up flying round the Playroom and today, once more, it was to be the Flight of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

My little green friends.

Maggie started the session by kicking me in the teeth, literally! It was when I was worshipping her low pointed shoes. I moved at the wrong time while she was crossing her legs and caught her movement full face. Of course it was my fault. Of course it didn't hurt and of course Mistress had no cause to apologise; it says so in her rule book. Rules after all are rules and I continued, undamaged, with my worship.

I was soon fitted into the suit before being assisted into the heavy leather suspension harness. Maggie paid particular attention to tight shoulder straps, tight crotch strap, tight waist strap and a tight cock strap on which she clipped a rein. Once I was attached to the overhead gantry, one by one, each foot was clamped to a spreader bar behind me and I was left happily flying. As I swung to and fro Mistress smiled that wonderful smile and said I could enjoy a wild time swinging but it would be wise to avoid any nettles, as, in the event that I got stung it was inevitable that she’d be landed with the job of sorting me out.

With momentum provided by Mistress, I was swinging freely and very happily, when, as if by magic, this pot of rather unruly stingers appeared and were strategically placed between my pinioned legs.

It is bloody hard to avoid nettles when you are being swung backwards and forwards by an attached cock lead straight into their path. Maggie was amused saying ‘I warned you to keep away from the nettles slave!’

After the initial stinging sensation the stings turned to a pleasant tingling, and I smiled at my beautiful Mistress and tried to swing even more vigorously through the little green friends. I felt like a kid again and was having an excellent swing, but I must have either swooned with pleasure or fainted, because the next thing I knew Mistress was in front of me holding a mask over my mouth, administering her magic reviving gas. It was strange, I felt no way unwell and was very eager to carry on.

Once back on the ground I was stripped of my rubber catsuit and told to give myself a good towelling down. Feeling fully refreshed and revitalised I was dusted with talcum and taken to the Clinic to have my nettle itch seen to, then with my arms crossed across my chest I was sealed into a latex upper body-bag. It was a little tight at first, I am a fat slave after all, but once in and zipped up it is most comfortable, albeit a most restrictive garment to wear. ‘It's for your own good slave, to stop you scratching your itchy cock and balls’ , said Maggie and my rubber patient look was further complimented with the addition of a stripy translucent hood.

Deep Heat cock and balls

Before I knew it, Maggie was removing all the itchy nettle spores with a piece of gaffer tape and had gently completed a full sterile catheter insertion, so that I was ready for other remedies that might be required. I know I have mentioned it before but Maggie really is good with those catheters!

Mistress moved her latex hand along my cock and balls. ‘Do they still itch slave?’ Of course I said yes, because hopefully it would mean more cock and ball treatment from a very beautiful, if perhaps a little sadistic rubber nurse. Not that it would have made any difference if I’d said no, because Maggie was clearly intent on teaching me a lesson after messing about in her nettle crop.

‘I have cream that might help with rashes’, she said. Ah! - The application of her anti-inflammatory lotion sounded very soothing. I was on a winner here, until I caught the briefest of glimpses through my latex hood and spotted what I recognised as a tube of Deep Heat. Followed by the feel of its liberal application all over my cock and balls.

That should stop me scratching.

This is a truly insidious treatment for nettle rash. What starts off as a wonderfully soothing experience slowly turns to torture as the effects of the cream gradually 'warm up' your bits. I managed increasing amounts of deep heat for as long as I could to please my nurse, but eventually the extreme hotness was becoming unbearable and I whimpered to Maggie that I couldn't cope.

Fortunately, after returning from a quick trip to the bathroom to fetch a bowl of water, a good soapy wash resulted in a rapid cooling and calming of my suffering appendage. I didn't know that you could nullify the effects by washing off the cream. You learn something every day!

As I said, Mistress really cares for her patients and wanted to help prevent me from aggravating my itchy balls by scratching them. ‘No worries’ Maggie reassured me ‘I have an alternative treatment’.

Out from the medical cupboard came the adhesive bandage. I couldn't see much if anything, but could feel Mistress doing a thorough job with the bandages producing yet another very pleasant feeling. Round and round, then a gentle squeeze, making sure the bandage was well attached and doing its job. Even a thoughtful steel band was assembled and padlocked in place round the balls, to ensure that they didn't manage to wheedle their way out of their bindings.

Nurse Maggie conducted a final inspection of my nettle affected area, and despite my cock and balls being heavily bandaged she believed I would benefit from some other precautionary measures.

What self respecting slave is going to turn down another opportunity to have his dangly, or now not so dangly bits administered to by a beautiful nurse? I almost did when I saw the size of the syringes she was preparing and her reasoning for doing so. ‘I think an antihistamine jab is in order.’ 

And so it was that my final treatment for nettle stings was administered. Three medicated syringes were inserted into my lower abdomen, their needles pointing towards my bandaged cock as Nurse Maggie slowly injected the contents.

I wish all nurses were so good and caring as I really felt no more than three small pricks as the needles went in. On the other hand Maggie had just the one prick to deal with, albeit a much larger and heavily bandaged one by now. I am most pleased to say that both nurse and her nettle stung patient were happy with the session outcome.

A rather painful unravelling of the very sticky bandage from my genitals brought the annual jamboree to a close. I was delighted that Mistress Maggie had continued the nettling ceremony, delighted that I had survived for another year and thankful that I am lucky enough to be owned by a most beautiful rubber nurse who knows how best to treat her patients.

I am already looking forward to the next event and will even attempt to cultivate a few nettles, away from sight, behind the . . .

A Glimpse of Heaven

The sun was shining through the hints of Autumn, the temperature cool but not too cold. Another perfect day to serve Mistress Maggie and I almost skipped the final few metres towards her chambers through the fallen Autumn leaves.

Today I would be addressing Maggie as my Queen, as per her calling mail - 'Your throned rubber Queen intends to pump and work you hard to earn yourself some delicious pleasures'.

What a stunning sight greeted me as my Queen opened the door and allowed me to step into her Queendom. Queen Maggie looked beautiful in her full latex with a long flowing skirt, and adorning her neck was her chain of Queenship that occasionally tinkled and chimed as she moved. Being told to, I quickly left my jacket in the cloakroom and followed my Queen. Maggie always looks truly magnificent and on this occasion her garments flowed like liquid gold.

Soon she was occupying her throne where her skirt draped open in a most provocative manner, giving her subject a tantalising view of her stocking tops and tiny latex thong when I knelt before my Queen. Not much chance I’d be receiving a knighthood today, if that were the case surely Maggie would have given a clue in her calling mail, so instead I followed the normal etiquette of waiting for Mistress to signal me with her foot and bow down to worship her gold studded boots, just as I have done before.

The gold pyramid decorations along the outsides of the boots received my undivided attention, but worshipping the higher parts of the boots nearest to the forbidden stocking top territory had me somewhat distracted. Of course I continued my licking and kissing while sneaking a peek at my Queens’s latex underwear. I cannot recall anything in the Rule Book about not mentally worshipping those forbidden parts, but I do know exactly where I am allowed to physically go and always stay within the boundaries laid down by my Mistress. (I wonder if it is treason though to have such thoughts about ones ruler?)

I was not allowed to rise just yet but was told to ‘about turn kneel, head on carpet', at a suitable angle for my red butt plug to be inserted. Mistress took out a tape measure and jotted down my plug’s measurements saying, ‘you need a larger plug slave’, before pushing it in my butt and helping me into my heavy latex catsuit, a gas mask quickly followed and it looked like I might be receiving some stimuli today when a bottle of aroma was opened and attached to the breathing hose.

In the centre of the room a chain was hanging from the ceiling, I was told to hold on to it for stability while I got my butt plug moving. Mistress ramped up the music volume, pumped the aroma pump and danced round in that sensual way that I have only ever experienced in her presence; I did notice she was clutching a whip. I was to receive a flogging from my Queen as we danced; the crack of the cat echoing inside the gas mask. My heavy latex catsuit absorbed most of the power of the swinging leather, turning the strokes into gentle caresses with very little pain and lots of pleasure. My dancing Queen was aware of the desensitising effect of the thick rubber and allowed her blows to rain down from every angle, even the cat between my legs added to my delight. Mistress danced, I swayed clutching the chain, timing my movements to provide the best targets. Mistress pumped the aromas and I loved every moment.

That's for securing the catheter.

We moved quietly and quickly into the Clinic; well to be more precise, my Queen flowed sensually and I floated in a wonderful state of euphoria and there I was slid into the inflatable latex suit that had been laid out waiting for me. A wonderful garment with the sensation of ending up dressed in three slippery layers of rubber.

Again I was pleased it was a cool autumn day as the prospect of an overheating slave were still present but greatly reduced, remaining covered in the suit for a long time seemed well within my capabilities. That was just as well, because once pumped up, that was just how I remained for the remainder of the session.

The inflatable gloves and hood went on and I lay on the medical couch being pumped up until I had become a large inflated rubber slave, and there I was buckled down. Mistress insisted on a few extra pumps to my balloon head every now and then, enough to make the hood so tight that even the lightest touch sounded like a balloon being flicked. In fact that is exactly what it was. My advice to any would be 'pump heads' is to make sure you keep a firm grip on the mouth tube, because with all the extra pressure there is a tendency for the tube to force its way outwards. It takes a little practice but I have it mastered and could breathe easily. The question ‘are you still holding on to that tube slave?’ becomes a regular precaution when Mistress is nursing a pumped headed slave.

I am never strapped down for nothing and was curious as to what sort of operation I would be having today when Mistress zipped open my crotch area and my excited cock sprung out. It was a strange and pleasant sensation having my bits fully exposed while the inflatable suit pressed down firmly on my surrounding abdominal area. Before I knew it there was more inflation going on inside my bladder, because Maggie had inserted a catheter down my penis and it was time to pump a syringe full of saline into the internal bulb to ensure the tube was safely and deeply embedded in my plumbing!

I know I have said this before but my Mistress is the best nurse a patient could ever wish for when it comes to installing a catheter. The procedure is now routine but just as carefully administered with a full sterile kit of parts; her patients cock is cleaned, lubricated and desensitised, a saline syringe is prepared for inflating the bulb, a pack of white sterile gloves are opened and donned for the catheterisation itself, the saline is deployed and that’s it. Safe and secure and my bladder function controlled once again by my owner. Apart from the wonderful sensation as the tube gently slides in with a shudder of delight, the only other sense is one of complete and everlasting gratitude that Mistress is an expert in this sort of operation. A latex leg bag fitted nicely round my inflated leg, attached to the outlet pipe of the catheter and I was ready for going anywhere and no stops for 'Mistress I need the toilet!. I love it.

A good view of my Queens chain of office

Returning to the Playroom I started to see some of the limitations of wearing the inflatable hood for a lengthy period. Mistress was fine, she was in the mood for some rubber relaxation and looked eerily mysterious with her feet up, gas mask on and listening to some of her favourite Buddy Guy tracks. Looking towards her clear gas mask lenses for a glimpse into her deep eyes, my own plastic lenses were severely misting and the pressure of the hood also affected what I could see as my line of sight was somewhat above the horizontal, which meant I had to lower my head to see anything in front. Come to think of it, was this my Mistresses forward planning? A bowed head to my Queen seems quite appropriate!.

I was told that I would be helping with the cleaning and was led by my collar to the bathroom to bring the sundries. A cleaning sponge, spray and a bowl of water were needed and I gathered them up and carefully followed my Mistress. I couldn't see much at all but I trust Mistress 100% and just went where the gentle tug on my collar took me. I ended up back in the centre of the Playroom, the overhead gantry was lowered and I received instruction from my Queen to clean the gantry and to 'get on with it'.

As Queen Maggie looked on from her throne I was happy with being able to serve my Liege. Most of the cleaning was done by touch as my already limited vision was steaming up even more. Feel the sponge, feel the spray, point spray and hope. It worked and I sensed all the spray went on the sponge and it was then a relatively easy matter of holding the frame with one hand and cleaning with the sponge with the other.

Fortunately Mistress had removed my inflated gloves before starting me on the cleaning duties which was just as well, because with the gloves pumped up tight I had absolutely no feeling in them and of course no grip. Earlier I actually managed a stroke of my Queen's derrière while squeezing through a doorway. I hope Mistress liked the feel of my touch because I couldn't feel a thing. Mistress is very mischievous in this area, she knows I like stroking her bottom and would lose that pleasure in the mitts.

Cleaning was hard work, as upon inspection Mistress insisted that my first time attempt at sponging her gantry was not thorough enough and parts had been overlooked. So, once again I set about feel, point, squeeze and wipe. This time I took a lot longer, visiting the bowl of water more frequently to rinse out the sponge and carried on until my Queen was satisfied that her subject had completed what she’d asked. I was then told to clear up the spray, sponge and bowl back to the bathroom and this time Maggie didn’t bother getting up to lead me! I picked up the items and tried to visualise my route. I could just see, mainly the ceiling, but had to rely on my earlier trips in my attempt to navigate my inflated self through the doors, along the corridor and to the bathroom. I did manage the trip safely, but, as you might expect and unbeknown to me, Mistress in her latex gown had followed on and was never more that a step away, just in case I ran into trouble.

I was still feeling wonderful in the inflated suit and the catheter was really starting to excite. As I moved about with the once contents of my bladder sploshing about in my leg bag, I knew I had no option should I need to pee. Mistress was able to plug or unplug my bladder in an instant by simply removing or replacing the catheter bung. I even tried to go through the action of peeing. Maggie knows that is no use, her slave would only be allowed to pee in harmony with her wishes today and there was nothing I could or would do to alter that. Strange feeling knowing you need to pee, trying to pee and... nothing!

Pleasant use of the low whipping bench

My inflatable hood was removed and I was instructed to sit on the bed while Mistress retrieved a practical piece of Playroom furniture for what she had in mind. Mistress had also taken off her gas mask leaving her beautiful face framed by an open faced latex hood, she slipped out of the room returning almost immediately with bowls of ripe strawberries and cream and placed them on the bench. Was I about to be teased again as Mistress consumed the fruit? Not impossible. The last time strawberries came into the Playroom I was all strung up and immobilised as Maggie lay down eating the fruit in the provocative manner she performs so well. No, my Queen was about to share her fruit with her loyal subject. We sat on the side of the bed and I fed my Queen a large strawb doused in cream. Mistress took two delicate bites per fruit whereas me being a pig downed my offerings in one.

Picking up cream covered strawberries wearing latex gloves can be a very messy business and we managed to get cream in places cream had no business ending up. One dollop ended on Mistress Maggie's latex covered thigh and it was a delicious pleasure cleaning that up. Dining with my Queen was a truly wonderful experience for this slave. I was in very close contact with Mistress as she swallowed her strawberries and I was so close to those beautiful lips. Again my training overruled my instincts as I so wanted to kiss those sweet lips but resisted the urge and gently wiped away the excess cream from them.

Why the title A Glimpse of Heaven? Apart from the obvious that being with my Mistress is always a glimpse of heaven, the title is also a track by the 1960's group Strawbs, ah the delights of Strawbs and cream with a beautiful Mistress, one verse being a fitting link to today’s tasty and wonderful experience:

Could you only see what I've seen 

You would surely know what I mean 

I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

Chorley

Chorley, a quiet friendly Lancashire town is situated on the main West Coast main line, but more crucially it’s just a direct bus ride from Mistress Maggie's Chambers.

There was barely a ripple of interest from the Chorlians as I walked dutifully behind my Mistress with only the occasional glance at the slave collar I was proudly wearing. Hardly surprising really, because I was with a very beautiful friend who naturally attracts admiring glances. One or two may have been envious of my status, who wouldn't be, however, I did have two encounters with the locals concerning my collar. I have more to share about those encounters later along with an explanation as to why we found ourselves in Chorley.
I was really excited about the direction Mistress was to take for today's session, as she had made it quite clear in the calling mail that ‘. . . you should arrive in a roomy pair of trousers, and I can confirm that my intentions are to dominate you outdoors for part of your session. Ensure that you are also well hydrated when you arrive . . .’

In a previous session we had talked about how it would be a real buzz for me to be taken out in my latex suit, with my bum plugged and a catheter deployed. A scenario which looked like it was about to happen from the words in the calling mail, and I became both nervous and excited that Mistress might trust me with such a duty. However, when I contacted Mistress to say I’d be arriving for my session soon, what I thought was certain became rather more doubtful '. . . Wear a black short sleeve t shirt and black latex shorts to arrive . . . We’re not going out in the car.'

As always, I could rely on my Mistress to keep me guessing!

It was another very warm summer day and I arrived at The Chambers in the black latex clothes I had been instructed to wear with my baggy trousers on top. My latex shorts were already feeling quite moist. Even if we were to venture out in Mistresses husbands car, I would certainly need a plastic membrane to protect my seat, a thought that turned out to be quite unnecessary.

It had been obvious from the moment Maggie opened the door that I was likely in for a treat, as she had her piss pants on and I was hoping I knew where their contents would end up. With my outdoor clothes stripped away I set about worshipping Mistresses thigh length, black leather boots and I really tried not to be distracted by the rubber drain tube that was dangling between them. My butt plug was to be inserted next; Mistress has done a really good job of stretching my bum and the large red plug slid in easily before I was 'walked' on my lead, via the toilet to The Clinic.

I received the system mask, then strapped to the couch I was prepared for catheterisation. The catheter went in so quickly that I was amazed when Maggie said I was now plugged at both exits and had already begun tidying up her used sterile items ready for disposal.

Mistress showed less haste when is came to throwing the plastic drape away though and decided to tease her patient with it instead. As I lay there Maggie placed the drape over my nose, it has the kind of intoxicating plastic smell that any true plastic fetishist simply cannot resist. My natural instinct was to breath deeply on its strong and wonderful aroma, making it way too easy for Maggie to suffocate her slave with the drape. I was helpless and could be teased until I was quite breathless. The opening lines of 'Take my breath Away' floated into my head as Maggie continued to enjoy her plaything.

A breath through gag was then attached to the system mask; one which is ideal for drinking through. I had done as I was told and arrived well hydrated, even so I was about to receive considerably more liquid refreshment! Mistress is really thoughtful in her delivery. The nectar isn't released all at once, a good thing because the flow Maggie is capable of producing could totally overwhelm a slave, not to mention probably drown him. A good healthy head of fluid was visible in her piss pants and Mistress regulated the flow of my piss drink to a sensible level. Suffice is to say, I had a wonderful long drink of Mistress’ fresh, rehydrating fluids.

Mistress then uncovered another surprise. ‘A rubber catheter bag slave. It can be worn inside or outside your trousers. Which do you want?’

I was starting to question my bottle and stammered ‘inside please’. The leg bag was brand new and after a little surgery to shorten the drain tube it was strapped to my left thigh. Once the clamp was removed I experienced that familiar feeling of trickling pee. I had absolutely no control of when to pee and that was a little disconcerting! After a few adjustments Maggie thought it better to tape the exit tap closed to prevent any accidental leakage and the final question concerned what I should wear. Although I was confident about wearing the latex t-shirt in public the amount of sweat it had already generated was a bit of a concern. Mistress would have a very wet slave by the end of the journey so we settled on normal clothes and my slave collar and we were ready to depart.

‘We are going to catch the bus to Chorley.’ Mistress announced. A good ride of almost an hour, and once we had arrived at our destination we could check how much pee had flowed into the latex bag. The bus journey was very pleasant, we sat on the back seat where we talked about a number of perv subjects and other friendly musings, and I gazed at how amazing my Mistress is. All the while I suspected that the bag was gradually filling, but it posed no problems.

By the time we arrived and we stood up to disembark, the catheter bag was definitely feeling more weighty and there was a considerable bulge appearing under my slack trousers. But not to worry, anyone noticing would see a beautiful woman and a bulge in her companions trousers, quite natural really, but I suspected my highly visible slave collar would divert attention.

We sauntered around Chorley market, I bought Mistress a very nice bracelet from one of the local shops and finally walked into a local coffee shop fairly close to the bus station where two coffees were drank at our leisure. The coffee shop was busy with an easy and relaxed environment, although buying a suitable snack proved impossible because they had run out of buns. Mistress and I talked some more and Mistress exchanged some words and a smile with a lady sitting at the next table.

Meanwhile, my rubber cath bag was still filling and creating an even bigger bulge inside my trousers and I was conscious that it might be full. I needed to ask Maggie if I was allowed to use the toilets to attempt to empty it. Mistress gave permission and clear instructions on what I should do and off I trotted, upstairs to find the toilets.

An interesting experience to say the least. I found a cubical, dropped my pants, removed the safety tape from the tap, pointed it down the pan and. . . Whoosh. . . A veritable Tsunami shot down the porcelain. If you have ever filled a balloon with water and then let it go, that is the type of reaction my catheter bag created. It is a good job I had a firm hold of the hose otherwise I could have flooded the whole place with pee.

I returned without the bulge and satisfied that the catheter and bag worked a treat. There is nothing a slave can do once catheterised but trust the equipment. You can't stop the flow, you have no control and even the butt plug is there to stay. It is most liberating to know you are outwardly 'normal' yet still under total control of your Mistress and because of Maggie's thoroughness, totally safe and dry.

Next it was Maggie's turn to visit ‘the ladies’ and after just a few minutes she had returned to the table. The reusable flask that she had been drinking from throughout our journey was once more placed on the table, she began decanting its contents into a fresh coffee cup that she must have collected on the way. The drink was offered to me and believing it was an extra drink to keep me hydrated and the bag filling up, I eagerly accepted. I expected cool clear water, but no, it was better than that. Mistress presented me with a cup of warm nectar which of course was drained in a thrice.

And that I thought was the end of the adventure as Maggie announced ‘Time for home’. Except on the way out, a gentleman sitting on a low bench having a few beers with his mates noticed and commented on my collar. Maggie instantly hooked her finger through it and eased me towards the gentleman asking if he wanted to read the inscription on the medal - ‘slave in training’. Seamlessly he hooked his finger into the ring, dragging me further forward and said, 'Give us a blow job then’. I was in absolute turmoil wondering how Mistress wished me to react. I am her property but there was only a grin and no instruction from her. ‘I can’t I'm taken’ I stammered, and fortunately was immediately released.

The outline of the filling cath bag is just visible above my left knee.

The man laughed as we went on our way and suggested Maggie should ‘take good care of this one!’ Mistress seemed amused and unconcerned about my encounter. I still don't know if Mistress had anticipated this when she drew me towards the fellow, or whether she was as surprised as I was? In any event, I am owned and Maggie can do whatever she wishes with her slave.

On a lighter note, as we had been unable to buy a bun we stopped to purchase a sandwich for Maggie. The young girl serving us also commented that she liked my collar, but this time I managed to save myself from landing in any mischief; I smiled and said thank you. That was the end of the contact and the lady didn't ask me for a blow job.

The return bus journey was enjoyable but relatively uneventful, although I could feel my bag filling again. However, when we stood up to get off I felt the retaining strap pop open and I had to leave the bus holding the tube through my trouser pocket. Once again, all the public would see was a man alighting from a bus in the company of a very attractive lady with a bulge in my trousers. Most natural.

As we sauntered back to The Chambers I told Maggie about the strap and once indoors I could gently let the bag slide to its natural position, there from just beneath the hemline of my baggy trousers was the tip of the drain tap smiling back at us. Off to the bathroom then, Mistress bringing her syringe to deflate my catheter before removal. The rubber catheter bag needed emptying and thoroughly cleaning, and that I thought was the end, but Mistress had other plans and I was dragged back into her Playroom to complete my slave duties for the day.

I was ordered to strip with the exception of the butt plug of course, I was naked as the day I was born. Mistress picked a latex hood from her plentiful collection and strapped on her dildo harness, complete with her large flesh coloured dildo Mistress was ready for her slaves attention. I was finally ordered to give my Mistress a blow job. No doubts or reservations this time and with the right encouragement from Maggie and a warning as to where else she intended to put it I set about mouthing the dildo. I could only manage about half into my mouth and I really hoped that the movements were giving some pleasure to my Mistress. I have tried so many things with Mistress but this was a new lesson for this slave, as Maggie had never encouraged me before in this direction. I was handed a Durex and told to put it on her dildo.

Maggie ordered me onto all fours where she could easily pop the long stay resident butt plug out of my backside. I was instructed to sit on her knee and pleasure the dildo she was wearing. Yet another wonderful new experience.

The whole length of Maggie's shaft was taken easily and eagerly up my bum hole. I sat and wiggled and tried to get it deeper embedded and groaned quite a lot. Once more I hoped Maggie was having some fun because her slave certainly was. The position allowed Maggie to snake her free hands around me and grasp my cock and balls. That is a most explosive position!. . . except it wasn't. Just as I was about to warn Mistress that I was about to involuntarily ejaculate, she abruptly stopped and withdrew her energetic dildo. That was that. Another demonstration as to who is in total charge of all my emotions, orifices and experiences during my all too brief a time serving Mistress Maggie.

As to my experience in Chorley. It was a real buzz and I only hope I didn't let my Mistress down. The natives appear down to earth and friendly. I know I am a really fortunate slave and will do whatever my Mistress asks, although I am still unsure I’d have given that gent his blow job outside Chorley market if I had been so instructed, but then again I do trust my Mistresses judgement 100%.

A Few More Steps . . .

Mistress Maggie had given no hint as to the content of the exciting and truly remarkable session I was about to experience. Perhaps Mistress was purposely creating tension for her slave, if so, her plan had worked. I was left pondering what might be in store and examining a few of the ‘off the cuff’ remarks I may have made to her, which often become reality thanks to Maggie’s remarkable insight into her slaves personality. One thing was absolutely certain though, after last time when I was a couple of minutes early and had accrued an additional 24 crop circles across my right buttock, I was going to be exactly on time.

I set my clock alarm to 14:29 and as I took the five minute walk towards The Chambers I thought of my Mistress whist repeatedly checking the time. With 20 seconds to go I pretended to be examining my phone, the sun was beating down as I dawdled along the pavement, sweltering in my new blue latex shirt that I’d been ordered to model for Mistress. Just as has happened before, no-one took any notice of this happy rubberised person, or even came close enough to detect the warm rubber smell exuding from my clothing. When my clock showed precisely 14:30 I rang the door bell.

Maggie invited me in to an eyeful of her beautiful bosom, tightly encased in semi-transparent latex. As always I immediately forget all my woes and the fact that I had been unable to serve my owner for four weeks. Then up the stairs to parade my new latex shirt for Mistress.

My butt plug had been deserted for a month, as I had  forgotten to take it home when I last visited The Chambers. Maggie soon took care of that by asking me to assume a suitable stance so me and my plug could be re-united. It was like we had never been apart, maybe a bit more lube than normal and Maggie took it easy by inserting it one bulge of the plug at a time. I definitely wasn't complaining about that, the red devil slid silently back into its resting place and I slipped not as silently into my red rubber catsuit and once again I was ready to serve as Maggie’s rubber slave.

‘Don’t neglect your worship slave. Show me how much you’ve missed me in your absence’. A remark that quickly had me on the floor, where, encouraged by her whip I attended to Mistress’ boots.

‘Thank you slave, and now for more worship and a reminder of your status’. Mistress leaned over the playroom horse and opened her crotch zip to expose her bottom, with a hard tug on a strap around my neck my tongue was parked between her bum cheeks and I was asked to proceed.

Sadly, my knees were becoming more wonky by the minute and I was unable to give Mistress the attention she deserved in the kneeling position, but that was no excuse. We finally settled on me sitting on the floor and Mistress straddling me, leaning forward; a perfect position for licking and cleaning that glorious little rosebud. My nose was nestled in the crack and I could make a point with my tongue and happily spend a lot of time licking and worshipping Maggie's perfect bottom.

The next association with Maggie's restricted area required far more self control on my part than cleaning and kissing her bottom. My head was eased into the toilet bowl hood and I knew what was expected of me. I was slid into position underneath the see-through toilet, where my hood was press-studded in place. Maggie chained my hands to my thighs and I was locked onto the toilet and the lid closed. It is a strange sensation being inside a toilet with the lid closed, anticipating the delights of what was about to be delivered yet helpless and blind as to what else might be going on in the Playroom.
  
I didn't have long to wait before Mistress raised the lid and the daylight came flooding in. Maggie sat down gently with her wonderful rear only centimetres from my eager mouth. I had learnt from our previous sessions that the most effective way of taking in the most nectar was by lining up the tip of my nose with her rosebud, that I had so eagerly cleaned a few moments before.

In that position, I was to open my mouth really wide and consume all the nectar that entered it. Mistress had been drinking heavily from the start of the session and there was a good stream that needed to be drunk. One other thing I have learned from day one of my training is absolutely no contact with Mistresses private parts - very difficult with them being in such close proximity. So with my gaping mouth open and regular swallows I worked on consuming every drop. I wasn't quite as accurate with my catching when Mistress tossed the contents of her drinking glass into her toilet. I did drink most of it but a few drops were spilt. Still it was only water and not the precious fluid.

Of course I had to be mopped up before I was allowed to enter the Clinic where Mistress fitted me with an all over hood with attached breathing mask. What a luxurious garment that hood was and such a fabulous fit. Mistress dangled a string of anal balls in front of my eyeholes saying that they were a new acquisition. In return I made a stupid quip about the mask and how it could be more airtight with clear plastic eyepieces. After a rummage, Mistress returned with a pair of tinted goggles insisting that I needed them strapped tightly over my eye holes. A stupid mistake on my part because I couldn’t clearly see the rest of the preparations any more, and I don’t think it had anything to do with the aromas that were being delivered, but from then on everything took on an eerie green tinge. Maggie was right with the goggles and they did restrict breathing exclusively through the anaesthetic mask. What was pumped in, was breathed in.

I may not have been able to see a lot but what I saw was definitely green, There were no such restrictions on my feelings although the aromas may have relaxed my anus somewhat and .I could feel the red plug being gently removed from my arse and that replacing them in my Southern passage was definitely the black string of balls. Maggie’s new balls were much larger than those I have experienced in the past and I don’t think there was much room left inside me by the time all four balls had been installed. All that was left was the little round ring on the outside for their safe retrieval.

Now I was stuffed at one opening I was being prepared for a catheter at another. Mistress increased my sedation with her medicinal aromas, pumping on her bulb made her aromas enter my anaesthesia mask providing an instant heady rush and feeling of relaxation. Mistress seemed to be getting a lot pleasure from cleaning my cock end with methylated spirit, very clean and correct I know, but I wasn't convinced that surgical cleaning was required deep inside my pee hole until Mistress offered the perfect explanation, ‘It’s because I like being a cruel nurse’.

A syringe of de-sensitising lubrication found its way inside my pipe, not the whole syringe of course just its contents, and that was that for five minutes as the invasive liquid worked its way deep into my plumbing. Those five minutes were wonderful from my point of view. Mistress busied herself with keeping the clinic clean and tidy, a few more applications of aromas, but most importantly for this slave, securely belted to the couch, was the most gentlest of strokes to my head. This time through the green haze I caught a glimpse of my beautiful nurse as she came to check ‘are you alright slave?’

It was an absolute text book insertion of a catheter. No force, completely sterile and no irritation whatsoever. Mistress has become more expert with each deployment. I am delighted to have been her willing patient almost from the start, when she first performed a catheter op, and each subsequent catheterisation has just got better and better.

Ah! -  now I realised where Mistress was going. I had idly mentioned in the past that it would be a real buzz to be taken out for a walk in a latex suit, plugged and with a catheter deployed. I thought this was a pipe dream but Mistress specialises in making dreams come true for her slaves.

The next stage today covered those few more steps towards that dream becoming a reality. Maggie attached a catheter bag to my leg, released my straps and sat me up so I could reorient myself. A few minutes later I was sent off to the bathroom to replenish her glass. . . three times. I was able to walk with the bag strapped to my leg and what was really jaw dropping was Mistress mentioning that the bag could be carried on the outside so long as it was disguised. That thought nearly sent me to an embarrassing melt down there and then. The thought of going out in my catsuit with Mistress, even if it was covered by 'normal' clothing, knowing that under that normality I was plugged and plumbed in, with no control of one of my bodily functions. Everything just quietly draining into a disguised bag.

Satisfied with her trials Maggie now needed to dispose of her recycled nectar. Quite a lot had filtered through my system by now and had collected in the bag. Maggie had only ever had one intention for the twice brewed nectar, I was to re-ingest that as well.

Consuming my own pee was never an issue as Maggie removed the anaesthetic hood and replaced it with one of her own designs in a semi transparent latex. The tube through the small mouth hole terminated in a plastic mouthpiece. A most effective way of regulating the flow of whatever was directed down the pipe. Simple yet incredibly effective and controllable.

I had hoped that I would get a dessert of another transfusion of Maggie's nectar judging by the amount of water she'd consumed since the first flush. No. Mistress needed to dispose of the bagful strapped to my leg first and hooked me up to my own bag of piss. No way as tasty as the fresh vintage, but I did set about eagerly consuming my own pee because that is exactly what Mistress wanted. It was remarkably easy to drink through the new arrangement and in no time at all there was no visible pee left in her fetish clinic.

As I said, this could be the precursor to an absolutely mind blowing experience, where, if Maggie considers I have earned the privilege, I am allowed to accompany Mistress Maggie for a short trip into the wide world, rubbered, plugged and piss controlled. What an amazing thought knowing that what appears to be a relatively normal couple is a rubber pervert under the complete and absolute control of his very beautiful Mistress. Watch this space (I hope).

Bladder Wash

Not to be confused with Fucus Vesiculosus, or to give it its more normal title, bladder wrack. That is a seaweed with considerable health benefit, whereas Bladder Wash refers to the reverse engineering that Mistress Maggie was keen to try and which I had naturally volunteered for. It may sound a little perverse, but as Maggie's slave I get a real buzz from being able to assist with Maggie’s projects and do something in return for all the hard work that she puts into my training, while offering myself as Maggie's guinea pig always results in wonderful new experiences.

On this occasion, my first task was to attend to Mistresses red ankle boots, with their red cross medical insignia they are a perfect match for her red latex stockings, and a pretty sure sign that I would be venturing into her clinic today. Mistress said that it had been a while since she had worn her nurse boots and being a little neglected they were in need of some TLC.

As I lay on the carpet lovingly and eagerly cleaning the boots Maggie asked if I was prepared to receive another saline infusion. Not into my balls this time but direct into my catheterised bladder. She had undertaken all the research, established it is a routine medical procedure but couldn't find any accounts of how the patient was feeling. This aspect was what Maggie was particularly interested in and wanted a commentary of how the infusion was affecting her subject.

However, before adjourning to the clinic to have my catheter inserted, I had asked Maggie to help measure me for a new garment I am hoping to buy. For an all too short a while I stood to attention, stark naked and happy for my Mistress to put a tape round here, there and everywhere until all twenty-two measurements were accurately recorded. I was then helped into my plum coloured latex suit and led off down the corridor.

Mistress is an expert in catheterisation and quickly had one inserted and attached to the 500ml bag of saline hanging on her drip stand. Despite the number of successful inserts, Maggie meticulously follows her routine of creating a clean, sterile environment for all similar operations. I just lay there, tightly strapped to the couch watching the drip of the saline gradually finding its way down the catheter and into the receptacle that was my bladder. All the while I was reporting back that there was no discomfort, and only towards the end of the 500ml did I detect any change. Although I had visited the loo before the session had started, after half a litre I was beginning to feel like I had a full bladder again.

While the last few drips were bladder bound Mistress filled her time by lacing up a leather cock corset around my cock, then pulling those laces tight. Electrodes were added next around my exposed balls and the e-stim set at Program 7, level 20; a very acceptable setting that I am sure most slaves will find stimulating and not torturous. With a little laugh I detected some amusement from Mistress, brought on by the tightness of her clever corsetry. 'There slave, that will help retain the fluids already dammed by your catheter and the electrodes will provide a little stirring for the extra liquid I've just infused'. 

I couldn’t work out if Maggie was pleased with the results so far but she went on to massage my filled bladder quite extensively to see if that elicited any further reaction. Oh and I nearly forgot. Mistress had opened my nipple zips and paid a lot of attention to playing with my buds and boy did I get some attention. So much so I had to self administer several hefty doses of aroma that Maggie had thoughtfully rigged up to anaesthetise her patient.

By this time, the combination of nipple tweaking, electrics and full bladder were definitely having an effect and I had to report a sharp increase in libido, the fact that Maggie kept admiring and stroking her corseted cock only added to the sensation. It was all that I could manage to prevent an embarrassing leak round the tight catheter tube!

Clamped and satisfied that my full bladder wasn’t going to be emptied until Maggie was ready, we made our way back to the Playroom where Mistress fetched the PVC sheet and unfolded it in the centre of the floor. That generally means one thing: I am to receive a generous helping of Mistresses nectar. Ah the sheer pleasure at the thought of her gift… I was instructed to kneel head down and wait whilst Maggie undid my back zip and started the next scene.

I heard gaffer tape being stripped from the roll and the first piece was strategically taped to my bum, then the second and a third. It then dawned on me that I had seen a picture recently and Maggie must be trying to recreate the very artistic taping. Judging by the photo, Mistress created an anal masterpiece. I think the use of white tape was a brilliant decision as my stretched opening was highlighted to perfection.

Obviously she was still not finished with my fluid infusion. Mistress fetched her Shenis and used my asterisk shaped asshole as the target for its aim, promptly scoring bullseye with the whole contents of her bladder. I think I couldn’t achieve a high enough bum position for complete Shenis entry as I did spill quite a bit on the PVC, but that is what it was there for after all. An inflatable bung was duly stuffed up my part-filled bottom, sealing it against unauthorised discharge.

Well, I can’t say that I hadn’t been forewarned, Maggie had briefly mentioned water in the calling mail she had sent to me.

 ‘As fit for an Aquarian Mistress, it will be water water everywhere, but will there be any to drink?'

Indeed, there was water everywhere and I was now being instructed to drink it. As I eagerly sucked it up, filling my bladder in a more typical perverse method, Maggie allowed me to consume all the spillage.

Feedback after acting as guinea pig for Maggie’s reverse engineered catheter? - I loved the whole experience. I always relieve myself pre-session to avoid moaning about needing the loo, so 500ml was easily accommodated in my empty bladder. The extra fluid consumption from the sheet was starting to make its presence felt as the session drew to a close and a few more minutes for it to percolate through and I would have had a slightly uncomfortable bladder. The Shenis was a nice touch for enema delivery but due to its angle, not a lot ended up as enema. And I must say that it is a good job I try and keep my body hair-free, because when Mistress Maggie removed the white tape it certainly got rid of any hairs I’d missed. OUCH!

And finally, with the inflated plug up my arse, it does make my rear look a little like a daffodil. Most appropriate as spring is coming.