Due to a combination of circumstances I had not been able to serve Mistress Maggie for six whole weeks. I appreciate this may not seem very long, but to this infatuated slave it seemed like an eternity. Coupled with that, in a rather rash masochistic moment I had been reading a couple of stories in Grommet’s Plaza where one of the themes discussed pushing the subs boundaries to increase a Mistress’s satisfaction. In the week before my scheduled session I had emailed Mistress and mentioned my interest in this, as it was, our scheduled session couldn’t go ahead and in the intervening 6 weeks I began to wonder if I had overplayed my request to push limits. Anyway, it was too late to change the mail and deep down I really did want to extend the limits. Giving Maggie Carte Blanche is always a good idea for a submissive like me.
On the evening before my rescheduled session I received my calling mail as was the normal course of events. The previous session left no clues but this one was a little different -
'Come ready to surrender and hear the sound of metal meeting metal’.
A lot of thoughts were running wild trying to interpret Maggie’s cryptic mail. Was it a capture and interrogate role play? Was the steel on steel to be the closing of the cell door in the Playroom? One thing was likely to be in the session because the mail also included -
‘Pack your kit bag with your Invincible suit and matching accessories, along with your trusty butt plug’.
The note had titillated my imagination and the familiar excitement was building on the drive to The Chambers. An uneventful drive this time, but I did arrive with those old butterflies, not because I was nervous, I am long past that stage, but due to the excitement of resuming training with my Mistress and realising the possible consequences of what I had requested. In for a penny and all that! The Bard might have summed up my situation as, ‘be still my beating heart’.
Bang on time, Mistress opened the door and after those long six weeks of absence what an overwhelming relief it was to have the opportunity of seeing Maggie in her Mistress gear. Wearing her long black pencil skirt which looked new but I was informed it wasn’t; her black latex bra which showed off the outline of Maggie’s perfect breasts with just a teasing hint of those delightful outstanding nipples; underneath a black latex harness and a black, strappy latex buckle belt. This time her face was framed, not in latex, but the perfect black of her own hair.
I already knew I was going to really enjoy pleasing Mistress today. Excitement quickly mounted after just two steps up the stairs, when Maggie stopped and very provocatively stretched her luscious backside out and I knew I was expected to address the offering and… Oh boy! what an opportunity I was granted, and I took full advantage by planting a million kisses, well quite a few, on those glorious latex covered curves.
Back to the familiar routine of starting with boot worship, accompanied by the rather sensual caress of Maggie’s crop punctuated by a sharp crack to the balls which did make me jump. I also received a scolding when Mistress instructed me to stop sniffing her tights and concentrate on the tops of the boots. After that I was to follow strict instructions on how I should clean her boots correctly. It must have been an accidental sniff because my training stops my worship at the top of the footwear, much as I yearn to go further, I know that area is out of bounds and dangerous to my health, my backside… and even my balls today!
Despite the six weeks inactivity my butt plug went in remarkably easy and I was then to climb into my Invincible catsuit. Being a little out of practice I needed Mistress to help direct my arms down the appropriate armholes. A suitable latex hood was chosen with good eye, mouth and breathing holes and zipped nice and snugly up the back, and I was to wear a broad leather corset. I caught sight of myself in the Playroom mirror, and even though I say so myself I looked a very good representation of an anonymous latex plaything for Mistress’s amusement.
Mistress’s amusement consisted of having my neck and wrists locked into her aluminium stocks, so once more I was dependant on Mistress’s discretion as to if or when I would be released. What an absolutely fantastic piece of kit this is, I believe it was created by another visitor to The Chambers and a very talented one at that. Ankle cuffs were fastened on me and hitched together so I couldn’t do much more than a hobble, and a very stout chain attached to the stocks to act as a lead. Was this what was meant by metal meeting metal?
A short walk to the bathroom and back is normally a walk in the park, but when wearing a three feet wide metal stock and hobble chain the whole exercise becomes much more challenging. Through the door sideways so as not to damage walls and door, crab like progress to the bathroom and all the while trying not to bang Mistress with my arms. More importantly, because of my greater height the stocks and my arms were just at Maggie’s head height. Not a good idea to bump Mistress, or worse still, render her unconscious. Then I would be left in a pickle.
On returning to the Playroom Maggie brought out the padded Horse, unfortunately my current predicament prevented me from helping her with that task. Taking a hold of the chain Maggie had me bend over the horse while she replaced my butt plug with a slightly larger electric version. We were right to open up that passage with my own plug, because inserting any object is so much easier once my muscles have been exercised.
Mood music began filling the room, whilst one at a time additional items were fixed about my person for my ‘enjoyment’. A full face gas mask was strapped on over my hood, it’s such a nice mask to wear as it provides excellent unrestricted visibility through its panoramic Perspex window, while creating a good seal for any forthcoming breath play, I guessed there would be some breath play as a hose was being screwed on to it now. My legs were to receive a little more freedom by having me wear a wooden leg spreader, which rather than keeping my legs spread allowed me to almost get my feet comfortably together, due to the play in its securing carabiners. Padded leather mittens ensured I couldn't fiddle with anything and I was once more chained to the Horse. Finally a simple pair of white nipple clamps adorned my chest, however, being mischievous or possibly sadistic Mistress had insisted I beg for them to be attached. Naturally I do as I am told and began begging to have my nipples clamped. By now I must have been well in the zone as their attachment only induced tolerable pain.
Mistress decided now might be an appropriate time to help me with aromas but not before a spot of breath play, holding on to my breathing tube she nipped it tightly, cutting off my air supply for around twenty seconds and repeating several times while I was restrained over the bench. Another technique she used involved screwing an air restrictor to the end of my hose, its tiny hole severely restricted the air I received and was used for longer periods of around a minute at a time, aromas used to accompany this breath control created a reservoir inside the hose and I almost felt like I could float away. The aromas were very welcome because Mistress laid off the breath control and laid into my backside instead… with her tawse. My thick latex covering absorbed a lot of the force of the repeated blows and as a biproduct, created the most wonderful cacophony of sound. Unfortunately for me, the headphones that Mistress had me now wearing were playing quite loudly and this not only largely drowned out the thwacks but also some of Maggie’s commands.
I am unsure if Maggie had asked my opinion on having my cock and balls secured, but it didn’t matter in any case as that’s what she proceeded to do next. She had planned to dangle weights from them, but circumstances prevented this from happening and I escaped the weight endurance test. Mistress likes to have her little toys well and truly under control, as she attached yet more chains to her very willing but tiring subject.
I must admit, by now, the stocks were taking a considerable strain on my shoulders and I finally succumbed and surrendered to the discomfort and begged for release. It was not the weight of the stocks because they are made of aluminium and are a pretty dam fine piece of engineering, but the dead weight of my arms pulling the stocks downwards and really hurting the ball socket in each shoulder.
Not surprised that I was likely to give in at some point Mistress accepted my surrender, and after a brief glance at the clock announced I had been wearing the Yoke for 90 minutes which I thought was quite a feat. Maggie undid the padlocks and quietly removed first the arms, that action in itself provided such a relief and then the neck lock freed me. I was allowed 10 minutes rest on the bed and although I was asked if I wanted to ‘call it a day’ I was fully recovered and really did not want my time with Maggie to be cut short. But it was another example of how Maggie cares for her slaves and will not press them too far.
Now, sitting on the folding chair, Mistress gradually ramped up the pressure on her latex slave by first turning on the butt plug to a nice high setting. Forever able to press my right buttons, or in this case the on/off button of the vibrator she started teasing my cock and balls, remember they were already tied tightly so had no where to go.
A latex blindfold was fixed across the panoramic visor which gave a strange sensation with a thin line of light at top and bottom. No use to me because it did not allow any real vision of what was going on. I was soon to feel what was going on though as the tops of my legs were subjected to more lashings from Mistress’s tawse, once again the sound was partially deadened by the ambient music being sent though my headphones. On the positive side, I did get some wonderful whiffs of aromas interspersed with more breathing restrictions.
The most surprising part was the random application and removal of a pair of electrified bulldog clips, one on each nipple. Surprising because I was almost starting to enjoy the nipple torture and I started to think that I was odd to be approaching a state of near euphoria. Mistress has that affect on this slave and I think she just liked taking them on and off to see the positive reaction from her rubber toy.
When the blindfold was removed I was greeted by a nice touch by Maggie, I immediately saw the image of a black rubber covered toy in a strategically placed mirror, and believe it or not, I felt real jealousy for the rubber image I saw before me, sitting on a chair in the middle of the Playroom. Then I realised that sensual image of a rubber toy, with nipple clamps, constricted cock and balls and all black rubber was actually me! No more jealousy, only the thought of what a REALLY fortunate person was staring back at me from the mirror.
Maggie wasn’t quite finished with her toy and wanted to end with a little extra electric play and a pair of electro pads were strategically placed about my genital area with the intention of delighting the whole of my groin area, which it did until Mistress allowed me off the chair. As a final treat Maggie swapped my gas mask for an anaesthetic mask, she carefully strapped it to my face and attached her glass Bubble Bottle. I didn’t detect Eau De Mistress, so rather disappointedly had the smell of chlorine for the remaining 20 minutes or so.
Mistress Maggie fulfilled the aims of the calling mail and I believe she was able to stretch my limits somewhat. There will hopefully be plenty more opportunities to achieve more ‘stretching’ in 2026 and beyond, and who knows what limits Mistress will be able to coach into her rubber toy?
Thank you Mistress. It was a long wait between sessions and I hope I did not let you down and that you were happier by the end of the session.
