I am Rubber

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Shock equals obedience'

'Shock equals obedience’…. 

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

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

Thank you
Mistress Maggie.

Under Pressure

On one of the warmest days of summer, I basked in the heat of the sun as I sauntered the short distance from my car to The Chambers, I mused at how fortunate I was to have met Mistress Maggie all those years ago and how thoughtful and caring she can be to her slaves. Apart from wanting to please Maggie, I didn’t have a care in the world.

Mistress, forever considerate to her slaves’ welfare had asked me to pack my perv bag with latex socks, gloves and black shorts. I absolutely love latex, and to be fully covered in it while being controlled by Maggie, on the other hand and given the scorching weather I did not want to be expiring in the Chambers, making things messy and creating a lot of cleaning up.

As the door opened I was greeted by Mistress in a short leatherette dress that showed off her wonderful legs, a wide studded belt kept everything neat around her middle and she wore what I took to be a brand new pair of boots. I naturally enquired if they were a recent acquisition and received confirmation that they were, styled like Roman sandals; open toed with a series of straps that stopped just below the knee. A really good choice for a really hot afternoon.

I returned from the Bathroom wearing the contents of my perv bag. By the time I returned to the playroom for Mistress’s inspection the shorts, being loose legged, were already showing signs of sweat, but obviously a lot cooler than wearing a full rubber suit. 

Now on the floor attending Mistress’s gladiator boots I received a tattoo of loud thwacks as she enthusiastically wielded her luxurious suede whip across my back and buttocks, Maggie calls it her Amsterdam whip as she had bought it while on a trip there. The sound of the whip on the latex shorts reminded me of the old adage that the whips bark is far worse than its bite, in fact there was nothing menacing about it, I just embraced its deliciously sensual feeling as my tongue worked hard at shining her Roman sandals.

It was nice being able to kiss and caress Maggie’s toes through their nylon covering but it was a different matter trying to trace my tongue along the boot’s many straps. As I progressed my buttocks were warming and that was when I felt a slight trickle of sweat, not much but concerning nevertheless, I might wet the whole of the Playroom carpet!

I was prepared for what has recently become Mistress’s new norm when it comes to inserting my butt plug; approach Mistress backwards on all fours and in it goes! Then, turning around, I am to approach Mistress so I can be fitted with my working hood; a simple style with eye and mouth openings and holes for my nostrils. I was to have one extra piece of attire today and Mistress instructed me to lie on the latex bed. The zip on my shorts was opened and she installed a chastity device, finishing with the thrilling click that always accompanies a freshly locked up cock.

A flush of excitement passed over me as I guessed what my training may involve next, and I wasn’t wrong. Mistress said I would be going under her glass toilet to be rehydrated fresh from the source, a duty which is always a privilege. The glass toilet comes with its own hood, one that is snapped into place around the edge of the toilet bowl once its victim is in place he becomes part of the furniture. Mistress pulled the toilet hood over the one as I was already wearing and zipped it up, which made my head look like a black latex flower with the toilet hood hanging around my shoulders like half wilted petals. Well, I suppose all flowers need watering and I was instructed to duck under the toilet to receive mine.

Wrist cuffs were used to secure me to the base of the toilet and a spreader bar attached between my ankles. The anticipation of what I was about to receive was palpable. I got a few glimpses from inside the toilet bowl of Maggie moving around and getting ready to take a seat, and it was a stunning vista.

However, this vision didn’t last long as the toilet seat was closed. There, in the dark I could only wait with growing excitement for what I was about to receive. From inside the pan I believed I could hear a new bottle of aromas being opened, this was confirmed when the lid lifted slightly giving a brief hint of light and a heavily soaked cloth fell on my face. That only added to the excitement. Imagine being a U-bend in a toilet and being able to inhale pleasant smells. I wonder if heaven is akin to being down the toilet, inhaling aromas and awaiting one of the best experiences a pervert could ever want? 

I didn’t have long to wait before I received a full bladder load of Mistresses piss. As she seated herself it was almost as dark as when the seat was down, but I am aware from previous times when I have been in the same situation where my drink will be dispensed from and did my best to position myself accordingly. A slow gentle flow entered my mouth, it allowed me to make final adjustments before Maggie let loose the full flow. Oh what a plentiful and delightful drink with every last drop hitting the bullseye. Maggie examined her toilet, impressed that she couldn’t find a single stray drop of liquid inside the toilet hood she complimented me on my performance. Thank you Maggie I really enjoyed that drink.

At a recent session when we weren’t able to include Mistress’ inflatable rubber suit, she promised I could wear it at the next opportunity. Little were we to know that this would be on one of the hottest days of the summer. Still, Mistress is always good on her promises, and after a quick pit stop to remove my butt plug and replace it with a pair of Kegel balls the suit was bought down from its hanger so I could climb into it. I am really fortunate that I love total latex enclosure and not too bothered by any temperature level, even that of the Playroom today, despite the fan whirring away in an attempt to alleviate the heat.

Before the suit was inflated, Mistress brought out her serving tray and loosely strapped it around my waist and looped it about my shoulders. I have very fond memories of wearing the tray before, for serving two of Mistress’s friends with a cup of tea whilst I was fully rubbered…  I digress.

The electric pump quickly inflated the suit and my double skinned latex ensemble was completed with an inflatable hood, both in a matching pewter colour. I gripped the mouth tube between my teeth while Maggie, rather sensibly, used a hand pump to pump that up. As the hood inflated the Perspex eyes gradually moved up my head so I was left looking predominantly at the top of the walls and ceiling unless I bent forward, that was my visible world. 

Mistress sat in her rightful place on her Throne and expressed her own need to be cooled down, I was called over to fan her. I managed to produce a breeze by wafting the tray, that made a loud clanking sound until I was able to control the chains with my thumbs, then I was offered a clip board which was a lot easier to manoeuvre. What wasn’t so easy were the two trips I was asked to make to the Bathroom, to replenish Mistress’ glass with cool refreshing water. 

These two trips were made far more difficult as Maggie insisting I carried the glass on the tray. I carefully manoeuvred through the Playroom door and headed down the corridor with the glass suitably balanced on the tray. I have a confession to make, that as soon as I closed the Playroom door I carried the glass which I thought was both quicker and safer, returning the glass to the tray as I knocked on the Playroom door for re-entry.

What turned out to be a very fortunate unplanned incident occurred, caused by the hood’s high pressure driving the zip open until my head popped out of its covering. Why was this incident so fortunate? Well, when we replaced the hood, I firstly adjusted it so that the Perspex glasses would actually allow me to focus on my Mistress without having to crane my neck and the hood was further secured with my slave collar. It was far, far easier after that to see where I was going on further trips to the bathroom. 

After cooling and amusing Mistress with a lot more fanning I had the tray detached and was secured, spread eagled to the latex bed. The inflatable hood was removed and replaced with the red gas mask and aromas pump hose, and my inflatable suit was pumped up a bit more. Ah a little relief from all the hard fanning, or so I thought. Fortunately the plentiful supply of aromas helped me to withstand the torments of the electrified drum brush that Mistress raked across my exposed metal chastity cage that I was still wearing. I think Maggie was most amused by the dance I did to her drum beats, I was doing so much jerking, jiggling along with the occasional pitiful plea. She sure could make a good drummer in a rock 'n’ roll band with her rhythmic rattling!

All good things come to an end and I was finally released from the bed to divest myself of the inflatable suit and Kegel balls. The air extraction can be a slow process, but because of the volume of fluids that had built up inside the suit I was able to carefully ease it off while still partially deflated.

Mistress offered me a coffee and John, Maggie's husband, did raise an eyebrow that I had actually been subjected to the inflatable suit on such a hot day, but in reality I loved it. The heat, the snugness and the sweat all added to my delight at yet another stunning session. Thank you Mistress Maggie. Roll on session 252. 

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Oh... and Wear your Big Pants!

Now those who follow my blog will know that whenever Mistress Maggie instructs me to wear ‘big pants’ in her calling mail, I always leave the Chambers with some massively inflated balls. You may also remember that previously I have relied on a rather nice pair of latex pants to make sure that any leakage on the way home would be contained, and even so I have still experienced a couple of leaks. That was until recently, when Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants and insisted I wear them to go home in, which certainly solved the problem. So, this time I popped into a local store close to The Chambers and bought my own; a 10 pack of large size pants. Oh boy am I pleased I did get them. More of that later. The more regular instruction was to pack my black latex suit, accessories and of course my own red butt plug.

I arrived outside the Chambers with probably the most comprehensive guide as to what was about to happen and a huge smile on my face at the thought that Mistress would once more be let loose on my body with absolutely no restrictions from this very devoted slave. The ultimate aim is when I leave, Maggie is happier than when I arrived.

Mistress greeted me in her black and white nurses outfit; most appropriate as I knew I was to be subjected to the upcoming medical procedure. I never fail to be mesmerised by Maggie's beauty and plain sexiness, and once again had that overwhelming urge to kiss and fondle her bottom as I followed her shiny latex pants and tightly corseted waist up towards the Playroom. I am too well trained to allow myself to be drawn into that lovely rubbery environment, but live in hope that one day Mistress may stop on the stairs and allow me that luxury.

In the Playroom, now clad in my newly chlorinated gloves and socks, I set about licking, kissing and worshipping those beautiful legs encased in her knee boots, while fighting the urge to cross the boundary between boots and the forbidden latex area above them. Whatever actions I take are always with the consent of my Mistress otherwise what has all this training been for? Light encouragement from Maggie's black and white crop, used gently enough not to hurt but sufficiently hard, played a part in reminding me that I was there for Mistresses pleasure and not my own.

I was ordered face down with bottom raised, at which point Maggie sat on my back and started to lube my anus. Even this simple action of sitting astride my bare back in her warming latex trousers sent shivers down my spine. I can feel the warmth radiating from the heavenly interior and all thoughts of my wonky knees just vanishes. It may appear a relatively insignificant act but to a slave craving any contact from his owner, this is a little part of heaven.

Once the electro plug was inserted, Mistress helped me into my Invincible working suit and zipped me in, making sure the butt plug cables were safely routed through one of the 5 zips in the suit. That tight suit feels fantastic especially when Maggie helps me into it and then starts to dust off any talc with one of her soft cloths. Again more contact, even through rubber, is exactly what draws me closer and closer to my Mistress and I believe Maggie fully understands this sensual contact as every now and then I get he most gentle yet highly charged stroke to somewhere on my latex clad body.

Maggie explained the next part of the procedure. I was to be restrained in a black heavy rubber body bag and secured further with a series of white straps. Of course, I have promised to agree to whatever she wishes to do, especially when it means an extra layer of latex! I was soon encapsulated in the body bag, but if the white straps were fully tightened there would be no way I could manoeuvre into the Clinic.

As is often the case Maggie had already thought of that, saying that she would lightly tighten them to make sure they would all fit round the right places but would tighten them later in a manner that would also immobilise my arms. I was thus able to hop from the Playroom to the Clinic, where I was able to position myself on the latex covered couch and Mistress proceeded to tighten the straps while incorporating my arms. Now I really couldn't move even if I wanted to, which I didn't. There was no need for the fitted couch straps. I just wasn't moving.

I was then fitted with a side port gas mask. That really was a struggle to get over my head and Maggie ended up having to slacken off all the straps. Even so my poor Mistress continued to struggle with it before finally being satisfied that it was in place and air tight. To finish off my complete rubberization, Maggie fitted an open faced hood over the gas mask and once more I was in my favourite apparel; completely covered in rubber.

At that stage there was not a single square inch that was exposed to the Clinic air. I think it is also one of Mistresses favourite scenarios with her slave totally covered in heavy rubber. Just to add a little more spice to the situation, Maggie went round each strap and further tightened each one. Sometimes I wonder if my owner is telling me I am too fat!

I was now ready for the main event. Maggie wanted to undertake some creative needle work and proceeded to create a sterile area round my cock and balls before inserting a cannula needle. A chastity device swiftly followed, secured with the click of a lock and I was ready for some creative ball play. I do love it when Maggie lets her creative juices flow on my cock and balls. I am happy to take the little pricks provided my Mistress is enjoying herself, and once it was attached to the cannula needle she was happy that the saline drip was flowing nicely.

Mistress allowed me quite a few whiffs of aromas to ease any discomfort as she inserted 8 hooks in my inflating balls and attached a bandage to each hook, the other ends being stretched and attached to the Goalpost attachment at the foot of the couch. Needless to say, I didn't dare move to look at the results of her artistry, as one move on my part may have disrupted Maggie's otherwise impeccable hooking. To finish off the artistic creation, a series of green needles were inserted to create a framework for my now massively inflated balls.

When I saw the images that Maggie had taken I was mesmerised and delighted that once again Maggie had transformed my mostly miserable looking set of genitals into a masterpiece.

2 * 2 Ltr rebreather bags

Once satisfied with her artistic creation and my obvious joy at the outcome, Maggie wanted to test my lungs with a pair of 2ltr re-breather bags attached to the gas mask. Even though I say so myself, I was moderately pleased with the length of time I managed in this configuration. I managed to keep them replenished with air, breathing slowly in, slowly out, while thinking and hoping that Maggie was happy with my efforts.

With the cage removed Mistresses soft side was presented to her slave when she gently massaged my freed cock and a happy ending was had by all.

Ok, back to my foresight having purchased the male sanitary pants. I definitely needed their protection because of the number of punctures to my ball sack, both from the needles and hooks. There was a lot of saline oozing from the various holes and some spots of bleeding too. By the time I got home the pants had done their job and internalised the leakage, but I did need to change for a fresh pair as there was still a little saline trying to make its way out. So, be warned. If you are instructed to come in your 'big pants' then invest in some sanitary pants. They are worth their weight in wee. I now always have a pair in my perv bag.

Would I go through it again? OF COURSE. And more, because at the end of the day I think Maggie enjoyed her artistic interlude and that is all that matters. Thank you Mistress Maggie.