Live Wire Act

I really receive intense satisfaction and immense pleasure from being able to act as Mistress Maggie’s guinea pig or crash test dummy. Both pig and dummy fit my status as her slave, but the important part is that it allows me to fulfil my promise to do everything Mistress asks, immediately and without question. I also get pleasure in knowing I am helping other subjects receive the most wonderful tested experiences. Mistress treats me like a responsible (almost) slave and always gives me a comprehensive explanation of any new projects she wishes to test on me, and I in turn am expected to give comprehensive feedback about the effects and affects of the new procedure.

Sometimes Mistress gives a hint about what she has planned during a session in the calling mails she sends to me, and this time the hint was accurate.

Your Mistress will be training you to perform in her live wire act. 

From that I gathered it would be a new experience involving electrics and I wasn’t wrong. The thought of some new testing had my pulse racing and other parts stirring on my way to The Chambers.

Nice day, arrived on time to be greeted by my owner in a fetching nurses outfit of brief black latex leotard, gloves and stockings held up with statement red suspenders which really accentuated her beautiful legs, all topped off with her red nurses cap and sinister black cross. I was back where I wanted and needed to be.

I returned from the Bathroom where I’d been instructed to change into my black latex socks and gloves and assumed my kneeling position ready to worship Mistress’s footwear. To my surprise before starting my work, Mistress had me turn round and crawl backwards towards her chair until my bottom was caressing her open thighs. For a brief moment it was very exciting as I could feel her stockings, but in rapid time my arse was lubed up and my red butt plug was lodged in its home like a rat up a drainpipe.

Now I could start my boot worship which I was able to do feeling stuffed in the rear. I was honoured; well Mistress said I was honoured, to receive encouragement from her oldest 9 tail whip to encourage her subject with the homage.  Mistress used it moderately to ensure my tongue moved diligently. The encouragement is never needed as I was already well under Maggie’s spell and enjoying the caress of the 9 tail, 

Moments later I received a gentle stroke through my hair, yep I still have a reasonable covering, and was told the time had come to get into my rubber.Today I’d be wearing my thick working suit that Maggie had measured me up for when I was buying latex wear from Invincible. The routine is tried and tested. A little talc to assist dressing, gently massaging to distribute the talc within the suit but without spilling it on the carpet, and by now I am able to largely don the suit under my own steam. Ankle and wrist zips fastened and all that remains is a quick polish by Mistress. I love the feeling of standing arms outstretched as Mistress gently rubs a towel to remove any smears of powder that have found their way onto the surface of her rubbered slave.

Now suited and shiny, Mistress grabbed the ring on my collar and led me through to The Clinic, needless to say I followed! On arrival I was inserted into a simple red latex straight jacket which captured my arms in a sweet embrace. The couch had been covered with a cream latex sheet which I was to lie on. Once my legs had been secured in the raised stirrups. Maggie opened my crotch zip in order to expose my butt plugged bum. Toying with a string of anal beads that she was holding up for me to view she said, ‘There’s only one place for these to go isn’t there slave?’. My butt plug was removed and the string of balls quickly crowded into that obvious place. ‘Ahh, there’s still plenty of room left in there’, she said and promptly reinserted my butt plug alongside the balls. That raised a titter from Maggie and a big smile from me, while down below something else was raised as well. Another first and surprisingly comfortable too.

Mistress raised the back of the couch so I could sit almost bolt upright and began strapping me securely in place. She explained that she was going to attempt a nasal tube insertion, a procedure that was only 50% successful on a previous occasion. The tubes came out of a sterilisation pouch and were lubed up before being gently inserted, right nostril first. My gag reflex was considerable as the tube bent round, but I was pleased and relieved when Mistress said she could see it at the back of my throat With long forceps at the ready she was able to grab the tube and guide it out through my mouth. The same for my left nostril ensued leaving me with two tubes, one per nostril with good lengths protruding from my mouth. Hurray, we had accomplished what we had failed to achieve last time.

Fitting the white latex hood on me was a simple matter of feeding the nasal tubes through the appropriate holes then zipping up the back. Mistress then joined the ends of the hoses to create a rubber ring in each nostril. This training served the purpose of bringing me closer to being able to wear a hood that has long integrated nasal tubes, an idea that Mistress knows I’ve been fascinated with for some time.

Mistress was struggling with lifting the heavy extension that she was now fitting to the couch. I wish I could have helped but I was securely strapped down and was wearing the straight jacket! Mistress persisted until it snapped into place. She didn’t need to struggle to open my crotch zip further though, and with a swift twiddle and tie had my cock and balls securely roped tight.

Not wanting her guinea pig to be leaving the table mid operation, Mistress chose to catheterise me; a procedure which is becoming harder and harder due to the tightness of my foreskin, which now restricts access to my urethra. Eventually I did experience the familiar thrill I get whenever I surrender my bladder control to my Mistress, when after around five minutes of hit and miss, she eventually slipped it in.

And now the real guinea pig duties were explained. Maggie was going to weave a sterile steel wire into my cock which would be used to create an electric circuit and a second circuit would be created using a piercing needle as an electrode. Having the wire inserted was a little uncomfortable but not painful, Maggie threaded the wire through the skin on my shaft in four places, and I was being fed hearty applications of a rather nice aroma through an anaesthetic mask during the whole procedure. I am so well trained to accept needles that I barely felt anything when she added the piercing needles to her arrangement. 

Maggie aired her disappointment at the amount of blood the wire had caused, she is not afraid of blood but does consider spilled blood unhygienic, as a result she tries to keep any bleeding to a minimum wherever possible. Besides the little bleed, the stitching had progressed well and it was time to start adding some electrics. Two electro pads were attached at the top of my legs to allow the two electric circuits to be complete and we were ready for the live wire act that I’d been advised I’d be performing in!

The two circuits started well and worked for a time at acceptable levels, until a most excruciating belt across my cock and balls had me shrieking like a guinea pig for Mistress. We managed to stop the shriek and proceeded with a few blasts of the remedial juice I’d been inhaling. When the same thing happened a second time, Mistress turned off the circuits and declared that she will not be using this method in future and so the ‘live wire performance’ was concluded. We decided that the two circuits could interfere with each other too easily by using the wire, creating a powerful shock, and the movement caused by my excitement may have contributed. This is one new procedure that will not be inflicted on other slaves and I have completed my role of pig-cum-crash test dummy. Win win for me and other slaves.

The cath’s bung was removed and I was finally able to release what felt like a gallon of pent up pee into a collection bag. I was so glad about this, because what followed next may well have forced a tsunami of pee from its reservoir!

As a reward for the guinea piggery, Mistress granted me a good long pegging. She told me that she’d applied a hook through my foreskin to keep my cock and balls nicely tied out of the way, which was strange because I hadn’t noticed, maybe because I was so relieved that the electrics were off. There wasn't enough room alongside the beads and butt plug already occupying my ass to slip a strap on dildo in as well, so these were removed. With all the room created, the huge dildo didn’t feel as huge as it had looked and slid in smoothly and so sensually as Mistress proceeded to give my bum a complete and thorough workout. The first one for a while, one that I was grateful to receive and I loved it.

I think it is fair to say that other slaves will not be subjected to the live electrified wire and I am really grateful for everything that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience, and as I said at the start, I love being a guinea pig for my owner.

Friday the 13th – Again

Why is Friday 13th considered unlucky?

Many believe the superstition started in the Middle Ages and is rooted in the crucifixion, as Jesus Christ was betrayed on a Friday and there were 13 individuals present at the Last Supper. As a result, Friday and the number 13 were perceived as unlucky, but they weren’t paired until the 19th century. However, for this rubber slave the exact opposite are my feelings about Friday 13th. 

Ever since I was fortunate enough to start visiting Mistress Maggie I have gravitated to sessions on a Friday. When I was working I could skive off for the afternoon, get a shower on the way to the Chambers and have a glorious afternoon knowing that my Mistress would then be able to relax without further commitments over the weekend. Statistically, there is always the chance my training will fall on a Friday 13th and hence why I love the date.

There was one minor incident in today's session that could be attributable to the 'unlucky 13th' myth, that severely embarrassed me and annoyed Mistress for the couple of moments it took to clean up my mess, but because of Maggie's professionalism, once cleared the incident was put behind us.

Mistress looked absolutely stunning in a skintight ensemble that was almost all black latex, even sporting an open face latex hood that enhanced the beauty of the wearer. I did notice that she was wearing transparent latex gloves and had her hair up in a bun. I took it as her own hair, but that did prove to be an incorrect assumption, at the bottom she sported a pair of glossy black knee boots. All I knew at this stage was that it was to be another lucky 13th.

I was sent off to the bathroom to return in gloves and socks, black latex ones of course, and to bring my owner a glass of water. After the opening boot worship Mistress stood directly in front of my eyes, opened her crotch zip and let out a cascade of her golden nectar into a bowl. When she handed the bowl to me to hold I assumed I was to be treated to an early tipple and went to drink, only to be stopped and told to place it carefully on one side. I then had to help laying out the PVC sheet and once it was where Maggie wanted it I was instructed to kneel on it, making sure my arse was well in the air and over the centre of the sheet. I couldn’t see, but heard the cutting of strips of gaffer tape, each one placed in such a way to keep my anus open and stretched. 

 

The last time I had this type of arse play, almost four years ago, I ended up with yellow tape and a soapy water enema. On this occasion Mistress decided on black tape and the contents of the bowl that I had recently seen deposited were syphoned into me through an inflatable butt plug. There is something a little unreal and out of this world to be partially filled with Mistress's fluids; perhaps even spiritual to have your Mistress's fluids actually inside your bum. Anyway, after a couple more pumps with the inflating balloon and a conical bung inserted to keep my luxury load inside, I was told to clear any spillage. It’s a shame to waste good wine so was happy to lap it all up, then was sent to the bathroom to clean the used bowl. As I walked I could feel Mistress's pee moving deep inside me.

At this point it was time for total rubberisation. Maggie helped me into my Invincible rubber work suit, and picking up a bundle of hemp proceeded to create an elaborate rope harness round my stomach and through my crutch, to be tightened to the rear at waist height. Maggie then stood back and began deliberating on what she’d just done, realising that she might have got a bit carried away with her rope work she began modifying it so as to create a simpler but quite restrictive lower body harness, more in keeping with what she’d envisaged.

The spare rope was used as a temporary lead to guide me through to The Clinic where I saw that the couch was covered in a rubber sheet. That particular covering turned out to be a godsend in the moments to come. In the meantime, I sat carefully on the couch and helped in whichever way I could with the donning of the inflatable straitjacket. I have worn this before and despite being inescapable it is very comfortable and snug when pumped up. For the moment it wasn’t inflated and I was to remain content with that. Later on the jacket was duly pumped up accompanied by the loud noise of the small electric pump whirring away, as the inflation valve is right next to my left ear. 

I was a little intrigued by the small diameter rope that Mistress dextrously zigzagged round my groin area and pulled quite tight. I would find out what that was used for in a moment.

With the addition of the GP5 gas mask and Aromas Pump Hose, I was ready to have my balls inflated and two needles were administered into my scrotum. Mistress had obviously analysed the performance of smaller needles used in previous infusions and chose to use larger bore ones so the saline drips would work faster. That certainly worked, my ball sac began to enlarge as the two bags on the IV stand continued to steadily deliver the whole of their saline load. With things flowing nicely Maggie inflated the straitjacket, which filled time nicely while the infusion was underway.

And now for that Friday 13th moment, or in Maggie's terminology, ‘a Houston event’. I moved and could tell that something had come loose. I was about to lose all that lovely nectar and unfortunately some less than lovely bowel contents. I had no option but to alert Mistress, and I knew she was bound to be disappointed with the situation. The saline drips were disconnected, the cleanup began and thank goodness for the rubber sheet which now had the enema plug's escaped plastic bung lurking in the middle of it! Still in the inflated straitjacket and tentatively shuffling with a towel between my legs I was escorted to the bathroom and cleaned up as was the rubber sheet. After a serious spray of air freshener everything was back on course. Mistress handled this unexpected situation brilliantly, but I was left SO embarrassed. 

Mistress put on a fresh pair of gloves, I was ordered back on to the freshly cleaned couch and my saline infusion was reconnected. One of the needles was running slowly after all this disturbance and needed to be replaced, that only took a minute or two and once more, both of the 500ml bags were depositing their contents into my swelling ball sac.

Ah! so that was what the smaller diameter rope was for; to provide some containment around my groin area. On previous inflations Mistress has used various methods to restrict the swelling to just the ball sac, but this time had chosen to just let the fluid find its own equilibrium, and in any case, it would be funny to see my little cock get subsumed by my balls, which is exactly what happened to Mistress’s great amusement. Oh yes, a real hoot when you try to pee! 

Speaking of pee, Mistress had recharged her nectar reservoir and produced another bowl of warm tasty pee. My mouth would be the second opening to receive this honour today, but firstly I asked if the inflatable butt plug that was becoming uncomfortable could be removed. Once more I was to be escorted to the bathroom, at least the inflation was complete by now and we had chance to deflate the straitjacket to make the trip easier. Thankfully this time there were no contents left to drain and the plug came out easily and cleanly and the air freshener was not required!

Back on the couch Mistress re-inflated the jacket to its full capacity before I was allowed the taste of her fresh nectar. Off came the GP5 to be replaced with a feeding tube. I have used the tube a few times before and Maggie has modified it to make it really easy to manage the flow. The two empty saline bags were replaced on the IV stand with the funnel and my imminent treat was gently poured down that funnel, eventually entering my very welcoming throat.

And that was that, apart from that one Houston moment this Friday the 13th was another monumental success. As Mistress helped me disrobe and removed the rope from around my groin I was able to marvel at the transformation and weight of my cock and balls for the first time. To give you some comparison of the extra weight I was now carrying, 1 Litre of saline weighs approximately 1.1kg and a standard bag of sugar weighs 1kg. I am glad I didn’t have to explain to a doctor why my weight had increased by 1kg in an afternoon! 

These days I always carry a pair of incontinence pants in my perv bag, and although there was some leakage it was very slight on account of me only having the three pin holes. It took nearly 24 hours before I could safely bin the pants.

Mistress Maggie, a sincere thank you for giving me a really heavy ball experience and I remain a little embarrassed of the smells I gave in return and it was one of the best Christmas presents I could ever want. Have a peaceful Christmas, a Happy New Year and I will see you in January 2025.

Caution: This 1:56s enema clip has audio.

NEVER Trust A Nettle

Today started with a very excited slave, happy to be serving Mistress once again. Arriving on time, I was delighted to be greeted by Mistress Maggie in a skin tight purple latex ensemble The tightness of her latex trousers across her beautiful buttocks had me mesmerised as they undulated towards the Playroom. I complemented Maggie on her natural hair style as it was the first time in a long time that Mistress freed her hair and hadn't covered it. It looked great! 

As usual I was dispatched to The Bathroom to change into my black latex socks and gloves and I noticed an innocuous sprig of nettles nestling in the bath. I was pleased because the stem looked old, and from previous experience, it is the younger, fresh sprigs that are the most potent. I didn't think any more about their stingability until the very end of the session, but more about that later.

Mistress made sure I received a good whipping as I licked and worshipped her boots. Not as hard as the thrashing I had last session, but sufficiently firm to remind me who the boss is. It wasn't long until I was instructed to don my heavy latex catsuit, which I managed to get in all on my own! By the time I had zipped all 4 zips firmly in place I felt quite pleased with my achievements, glad that I’d not needed Maggie to assist and put unnecessary strain on her recovering shoulder.

‘On to the bed slave, bum in the air’, said Mistress, and I was once more re-introduced to my red ribbed butt plug. It felt quite at home and remained snuggled right up to the end of our session. I hadn't worn it continuously  for quite a while and I felt delightfully plugged. To top off her rubber toy’s uniform for the day, Mistress fitted me with a nice and comfortable black latex hood with eyes, nose and mouth openings, and I was now Maggie's rubber plaything once more. 

Still on the bed I was told to flip over onto my back, where by chance I had a little cuddle with Ted, Mistress’ leather bear. I couldn't get too affectionate because the spikes round his neck truly lived up to their name! Ted is witness to all events that happen in the playroom, and I did get a few whispered comments about our owner before Maggie prevented any more secrets being divulged by returning him to his place of honour on the shelf. It 's strange how Ted's whispers sound very like a deeper version of Mistress Maggie's voice!

My cock and balls were secured in a rope harness and as I glanced down I detected a silver ring had been knitted into the arrangement. Hmmm. Interesting!

Mistress then joined me on the bed where, sitting alongside me, she began stroking the only naked bits of her rubber toy with her suede gloves, a totally different sensation to rubber gloves and quite pleasant.

What was more interesting and somewhat restrictive was the heavy leather straitjacket Maggie then fitted round her slave. I felt a little embarrassed when Mistress commented that the straps would only go round once because I am too fat!

Anyway, I soon found out the reason for the ring as I was perched on the spanking stool and had ankle cuffs fitted, and yes, you guessed it, my balls were latched to my ankles. Stretching my legs more than a couple of inches and I would have de-nutted myself! Actually a small amount of flexing was quite pleasurable although perhaps I shouldn't mention that. 

Mistress had decided that I would benefit from some prolonged breath play training, more specifically bagging breath play, and I would be sealed inside a plastic bag a little longer with each go. I hadn't been bagged for a while but that was about to change big style. Armed with her rustling plastic bag Maggie approached me with a cotton pad and soaked it with aromas.

The first serious bagging was a whiff of the pad then head in bag. I was determined to last as long as I could and actually wondered if I had the bottle to let it get to the stage of actually passing out. Maggie of course has never allowed things to go that far, I was not struggling too much before the bag was removed for a short breather. ‘This training session requires you to be prepared to take more extra breaths before asking me for any mercy’, Maggie instructed. ‘Do you understand?’ I responded with a simple 'Yes'.

The second bagging had the bag held on with a simple rope tie and Maggie was determined to break any of my self control as every time I was regulating my breathing she used her whip to 'tickle' my already compromised testicles. Heavier, targeted strokes from her whip had me forcing a sharp intake of breath and dragging those already depleted oxygen and aroma remnants down into my gasping lungs. This lasted for quite a while as Maggie smiled at her gasping slave through the plastic.

The third bagging was even more intense. Maggie soaked the wad again and placed the pad inside the bag again, just under my nose. Full blown, continuous aromas were now wafting around inside my polythene bag head. 

Although the plastic bag was roped on again I think I might have benefitted from a small gap somewhere around the neck seal, because I was able to go on far longer than I thought I was capable of achieving. It was a struggle and just on the cusp of suffocating but I kept going. I am not sure if I was just lucky or Maggie had planned it that way. In either case, I panted on, breathing in the aromas and this time so determined to go further. 

Again more whipping of balls to play with my breathing, a series of light and more meaningful floggings of my crotch had me twitching and struggling, and yes, Mistress' sadistic side surfaced and I am sure she enjoyed my struggles with her whip a lot more than I did. Thinking about it, if I really was able to pass out it would not be fair on my Mistress, because she does worry about her slaves and passing out is not a worry I want to present her with.

All good things come to an end, too soon on this occasion, despite me having a very long, enjoyable spell inside my bag, Mistress has a session plan and we were now moving to the next items on her list.

Once the rope harness was around my cock and balls was removed I was back on the bed to complete my rubberisation. A rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted. The excellent ball covering contains electrodes that Maggie attached to one of her electric boxes. That sensation is a wonderfully pulsating throb having the electrodes pressed onto balls by the rubber sheath, no escape and none wanted. I must admit that my cock was small today and my balls were less than cooperative, but as always Maggie persisted and fitted both and that was that. Just for fun, Maggie applied two vibrating bullets to the rubber cock sheath. My Mistress' ingenuity at tormenting her slave is boundless! 

The next scene had me laying on the plank that had been attached to the overhead gantry and Maggie was wrapping me with cling film. Not a full wrap, just  6" wide wraps at chest, waist and knees, each one also receiving a couple of turns of gaffer tape on top for extra security. At the time I wasn't certain what the wrappings were for, certainly not a full mummification like I have enjoyed on many previous occasions. Never mind, Mistress knows where this is heading.

I soon found out where it was going when Maggie raised the gantry, which in turn raised one end of the plank that I was taped to. As the angle increased the tape wrapping prevented me from sliding off, although as you might expect, there was a slight gravity induced slide down the glossy plank, until I was once more stationary and comfortable.

I no longer had anything exposed to the world apart from mouth, eyes and nose, and that was resolved with the addition of the fm12 gas mask with two hose ports. Two hoses were fitted to the mask, one to a bubble bottle and the other to the aromas pump hose that delivered many intoxicating blasts over the next ninety minutes of pleasurable and painful moments that Mistress allowed me to experience.

After a few quick puffs and a lot of loud bubbling Maggie unzipped both nipple zips and I was no longer totally sealed. Of course I couldn't be sealed because Mistress wanted to have needle fun with my nipples. I could feel several pins being pushed into my nipples, each one receiving equal amounts until eight had been deployed, each accompanied by a warning, ‘On a count of three slave - 1.. 2.. 3’, and a brief but nasty piercing sensation immediately followed the countdown. Mistress has trained me very well so I am now becoming able to accept needles without hardly a flinch.

A slight sensation was felt, as what turned out to be the sprig of nettles caressed my pinned nipples, but as I mentioned earlier, I was only expecting a mild additional sensation from this older sprig, especially as I was almost overwhelmed by the myriad of other sensations already coursing through various bits of my anatomy. Oh and I have forgotten to mention that Mistress had wired me in to several electrical circuits by this time, including one to either nipple; one stick on electrode and one clamped to a needle per nipple. No wonder the nettles were only a marginal increase in my 'pleasure' levels.

It was heading towards the end of the session when Mistress lowered the gantry to enable me a last incredibly erotic view of her absolutely superb breasts, so close to my ogling gas masked eyes that I am sure I could feel the warmth radiating from them. Even with needles and electric I still am  over the moon at how really good I feel at the sight of my Mistress. 

As we were changing at the end of another amazing session, I found out two facts: 

The first was that Maggie had been able to accept slaves this week and that was really good news. It meant that Mistress was well on the road to recovery. 

The second and far more alarming fact  was the reintroduction of the nettles following my comment about the almost imperceptible stimuli from the old sprig. I really shouldn't have made that comment, because Maggie fetched the offending sprig and began mischievously stroking my groin with it. Now I did feel that. But when she moved on to my nipples - YIKES!!!, it was like a lightening bolt… many times the sensation from any nettles I have experienced in the past. I have had to revise my assessment of nettle potency and will never trust the age of a nettle to determine its shock value.

I am receiving excellent training from Mistress Maggie and in turn Maggie knows exactly what to do with her rubber slave to get and give pleasure. I can't wait for my next session with the best Mistress I could wish for. Thanks Maggie.

Caution: This  2:19min bagging in a straitjcket clip has audio.  

Red Chained

Today’s session was in two distinct parts but with a common underlying theme; red latex and heavy chains.

I am really fortunate that Mistress Maggie felt able to conduct my training today what with her shoulder problem not still being fully resolved, followed by decorating the Playroom (I was fortunate to be allowed to assist with this task), then an unfortunate incident causing a septic finger that necessitated the postponement of this session by a week. The good thing was that I already had my perv bag sorted for last week so the preliminaries were a breeze. 

It was too long since our previous session and I thought it would be a good idea to earn a few brownie points when I arrived by bearing a token of my appreciation for a wonderful Mistress. Well, two tokens actually, a bottle of wine for Mistress to share with her husband John and a bunch of white roses just for Maggie.

Mistress looked stunning as always when she answered the door to the Chambers. The most initial impact was created by the grey latex military uniform complete with a matching hat that gave a real look of authority. My eyes soon wandered and feasted on the rest of Mistresses 'uniform' and I saw black nylons, black lace up boots and a wonderful amount of her perfect cleavage. 

Eagerly following Mistress to the Playroom I was sent off to the Bathroom to return in my red socks and gloves, my red latex catsuit and red butt plug had already been laid on the bed to warm and ready for her slave to be inserted into. Naturally I had normal preliminary duties to perform, this time licking her lace up boots with no boot kissing allowed today. Though no encouragement is needed Maggie likes to crop her slave just to keep me keen, so I keep my tongue busy, licking and licking until Mistress was happy that I still remembered how to do a proper job.

A little talc dusted around the inside of my red catsuit and it slipped on easily. I remembered the mistake I had made previously with the positioning of the zippers, and ensuring they were positioned on the outside of the ankles and wrists there were no hold ups and I was inserted in to the suit quickly. Mistress fitted me with a red latex hood with mouth, eye and nose holes, though the mouth hole soon became occupied with a tightly fixed white ball gag. There was no ejecting this one and the scene was set for Act 1.

The low bench was now positioned under the overhead ring. Conscious that I had to look after my Mistress due to the problems with her shoulder and hand, I tried really hard to minimize any strain on Maggie. First of all the easy bits. The hanging wrist and ankle cuffs were liberated from the bed and attached to my arms and legs instead. I laid on my back as instructed and raised each leg in turn, as high as I could so that Maggie found it easier to chain each leg to the spreader bar that was dangling from the overhead ring.

Perhaps I tried too hard because I ended up with my legs considerably higher than I anticipated. The same for the wrists, in fact by the time Mistress had finished my buttocks were only just touching the bench and I almost felt like I was floating. I half expected Maggie to remove the bench and leave me suspended, but that was not her plan. With her slave secured like this my rear end was most vulnerable and once Mistress had tied my genitals up in a tight rope harness she wasted no time in taking advantage of her slave’s situation.

The first thing to disappear into my vulnerable asshole was my trusty red butt plug, always a good start for stretching me a little in readiness for bigger things to come. After that my treats progressed at a good pace for the next 15 - 20 minutes. The butt plug had done its job and my arsehole started to get hotter as Maggie plunged her electric dildo where the sun don’t shine, combined with an adhesive electrode just above my cock, it sent a wonderful sensation right through my genital area as it slid in and out of my bum.

A beating followed, using her leather riding crop Mistress beat out a rhythm in time to the room’s background music on the soles of my feet. This is the first time that Mistress has employed this 'treat' and I wanted to say it bloody hurt, but fortunately the ball gag prevented that from coming out so I laid back and accepted my fate. Maggie isn't a complete sadist and I got a rest in my sole beating after around twelve bars... and another twelve bars…! Thanks for that Mistress.

And then the grand finale of Act 1. In my position I was naturally only able to look up to Mistress and as she manoeuvred her legs either side of my head I was treated to the most glorious sight of Maggie's lacy underwear and I thought about heaven as she gently lowered that holiest of holies across my ball filled mouth and gradually shuffled about till her knickers covered both mouth and nose and I couldn't breath. Imagine that joy of being smothered and completely breathless by the most beautiful Mistresses thighs and bottom. This trip to heaven lasted about 30 seconds before raising herself up to let some air in. Mistress managed to rest her whole weight on my face, but she didn’t feel heavy by any means. Ah, heaven. I think Maggie was beginning to enjoy this sensation from her breathless slave and repeated it 2 more times, each time keeping me smothered for around a minute. As you would expect this treat brought Act 1 to a natural conclusion.

Off the bench and conscious not to injure Mistress, I retrieved the heavy leather body harness as instructed from its hanger and helped as much as I could by taking its weight while climbing into it; holding straps, wiggling my body to settle it etc, until I could not provide any further help as Maggie pinioned my arms to my side with the appropriate straps on the harness. A small but quite bulbous electro butt plug was inserted and tested for connectivity and a harness strap was then brought between my legs to keep it secure. For the first time in a while I received a continuous tingle up my arse, but guessed it would be far more than a tingle before the day was out.

The red rubber hood that had accompanied me during Act 1 had served its purpose and was removed, as was the ball gag. Maggie fitted a nasal cannula on me and secured it where she wanted with two short lengths of surgical tape, and a much more restrictive red rebreather hood with just two holes for air was zipped on over the top. The scariest bit was when Maggie completed my head gear with the leather head cage, she was particular about not completely cutting off my air supply which would have been counter productive, but I was left with only a red haze, no vision through the breathing holes and having to really concentrate on slow breathing. Slow in, slow out... Fortunately, by now I am sufficiently well trained to be able to cope with this breathing predicament.

Mistress manoeuvred me backwards into the Cell where a whole myriad of chains were attached to the bars. One for the head cage which really kept me erect, one through each elbow and finally a pair around my ankles to limit my movement. I was told to move back and as I did so, the chains grew tighter and I became less of a slave and more and more a stationary, chained rubber object. I went as far as I could physically manage, but as the Cell door swung shut and locked, it forced me further into my chained bondage.

And there I stayed and I know it was for a considerable time. I could hear Mistress occasionally moving but I hoped she was able to sit and rest whilst she admired her red blob in the corner. Once again I felt really great and mentally relaxed knowing that I was totally owned by my Mistress and every action controlled by her. It is a great sensation to know that Mistress has been able to do whatever she wished and I hardly ever complain.

Unable to see, I could hear and sense when Maggie was about to pump the cannula bulb, in fact she whispered occasionally ‘Deep breath slave' and I received a very welcome dose of aromas. In the red twilight zone that I was floating in the aromas became a real focal point of my existence... until of course, when I detected Maggie attaching something round my exposed cock. Yep, another electric circuit dedicated to stimulating my front bits, she tied a long rope around my balls too, which allowed her to not only stimulate her slave but also stretch my nuts as she relaxed well out of harms way. 

I now had three kinds of external stimuli to help remind me that I was still alive, and boy I really felt alive when the balls were pulled, the electric pulsed or aromas were released up the cannula to do their wonderful magic.

If that wasn't enough, Mistress decided that her prisoner would benefit from more treats and opened up both nipple zips on the catsuit. I am unsure what little blighters were used for Maggie's entertainment and my torment on my nipples, but they didn't half make me jump when Maggie screwed them down tight on both sides. To add more 'treats', she developed a habit of removing the clamps and just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, would immediately replace them, twist them and tighten them some more. There was very little flinch room so I just had to endure the assault on my delicate little buds. It wasn't too bad as Maggie still allowed me the luxury of another occasional puff of my aromas, and I still had my electric friends busily pulsing away up my bum and round my cock. 

Maggie held me 'prisoner' for a long time although I had no concept of time and was surprised when I was released. I say prisoner, however that isn't quite correct, because I will willingly do anything for my Mistress. This was definitely a session with two distinct Acts. It was original, as it is always, and I really wish to thank my owner, Mistress Maggie, for allowing me to attend despite her recent problems with shoulder and hand and I am ready to continue doing WHATEVER she wishes.

Mistress Averts Catastrophe

I am not sure what was going through my mind when I was preparing for today’s session. Everything appeared routine; pack your black kit bag, ring an hour before to confirm etc. I left home feeling excited as is usually the case when I am about to serve Mistress Maggie.

A peaceful, uneventful drive to the local supermarket close to The Chambers allows me to attend to last minute ablutions while I wait for the magical hour. It was when I returned to the car for final preparations and proudly don my slave collar when the catastrophe hit me like a steam train. I looked for my perv bag and it wasn’t there. I had left it in the garage awaiting pick up. The dilemma was that it would take a good 40 minute trip to retrieve the bag and that would put me 30 minutes late for Maggie. That certainly was not an option, so I took the decision to ring Maggie and admit my stupidity and forgetfulness.

Mistress is a truly remarkable owner. She could have flown off the handle and berated her stupid slave for, well, being so stupid. Instead, Mistress remained calm and indicated she had appropriate rubbers that I could wear during the session. The gloom I was feeling lifted like the morning mist. What could have been a catastrophe, turned out to be nothing more than a slight change of plans.

Despite my embarrassment I bounced up to the door, to be greeted by my beautiful Lady In Red. My stunning Mistress was wearing a skin tight pair of latex trousers teamed with a matching red latex waistcoat, her shiny black knee boots making a stark contrast to the red. 

With preliminaries completed and any embarrassment put to rest, I followed Mistress as close as I dared. This time, the stop on the stairs was quite deliberate and Mistress was allowing me another of my fantasies; to nuzzle and kiss those glorious buttocks. Another indication of how thoughtful and caring Maggie can be to her slaves.

One item I had remembered were my moulded socks. These were already on my feet as I had been wearing them since early morning and they feel great. I was invited to change into the suit and gloves that Maggie provided and they are a perfect fit and almost as comfortable as my Invincible suit. Once again, Mistress copes with any hiccough with remarkable aplomb and always has a plan B.

Now fully rubbered, I was allowed time to worship those beautiful boot covered legs. Up and down both boots, and of course remembering not to stray above the tops of them. Even after 232 sessions I still get the urge to stray but my training has been thorough and effective so below the boot line is where I stay.

After the nice boot session I was ordered onto the bed, face up and Mistress opened the crotch zip for her next operation. I knew that Mistress had been struggling with her injured shoulder in the recent few weeks and I was really grateful that she felt sufficiently well to continue my training. It was relatively easy on her shoulder to attach the steel humbler. Assembled, clamped around my balls and tightened so it wouldn’t drop off, it was then up to me to stand, open my legs and position it until it was seated across my buttocks and my cock and balls became tormented by its downward vice-like pull. 

Thoughtful as ever, Maggie encouraged me to wear knee pads and I knew I was going to need them. Of course tightening the humblers’ screws and spikes was pretty easy for Mistress and was completed without exacerbating her shoulder injury. My cock and balls certainly knew that the big, spiky squeeze was on. Mistress has her own way of ensuring the humbler remains in situ by attaching what appears to be some form of bungee elastic.

I can honestly say that the tight secure grip these straps give is a ‘pleasant’ sensation. Another of my ‘perhaps I shouldn’t have said that’ moments!

My uniform didn't feel complete without my slave slave collar, but naturally Mistress was able to conjure up an appropriate collar from her arsenal to replace my own and quickly secured it, with a lead snapped on I was off for a walk around the upper floor of the Chambers.

It’s a strange gait that you have to adopt. Legs slightly apart and short ‘steps’ on all fours, ensuring you don’t bang into door frames. As Mistress took in the pleasing view from her bedroom window I was invited to bury my nose in Mistresses slippers that were conveniently parked on the floor by the bed. No second bidding required and I eagerly buried my snout in both of them. They smell so Mistressy, so wonderful that I could have stayed sniffing for hours, but then I might have missed the second opportunity Mistress gave to her slave as she again took the lead and beckoned me to join her at the window, my view was rather different as I was to kneel behind her and admire and kiss her beautiful latex covered red orbs.

Back in the Playroom I thought my enjoyment was coming to an end. On the contrary. At the speed of a Formula 1 pit stop Maggie tightened up the nuts on the steel ball spikes ready for another circuit. Bringing along a tape measure she then decided to have more fun by adding a little more stretch, and eventually was satisfied that she had managed a 2” separation of balls from body and all without further damage to her shoulder. Of course the new tightness needed to be exercised and another walk ensued. This was more taxing because of the stretched nuts and extra pressure of the spikes on my balls. Still, any discomfort was definitely worth it, because I think Maggie was happy with the results of our little ball spiking and stretching extravaganza.

Relieved of the stretcher, two simple loop electrodes around my cock were attached before helping me into the skin tight rubber sheath suit. This required 100% concentration because I was determined not to lose balance and injure Mistress further. It worked and I was relieved as Maggie zipped up the suit and I eased myself onto the Playroom’s folding chair. No dramas here, although the tightness of the suit did result in me having to collapse onto the chair for the last 6”. Mistress said that securing straps would be too dangerous for her delicate shoulder but they really weren't needed. She did however manage a loose belt around my thighs to help keep a Hitachi vibrator secured against my groin.

I do love it when Mistress uses me for a new experience. I had been fitted with the System Mask earlier and this meant Maggie could apply a blindfold and give me a mouthful of rubber in the shape of a balloon gag. Today I was to receive two catheters, not down my cock but gently oiled and inserted up each nostril. The bulbs were gently inflated and that was it. Initially it was almost impossible to use them for breathing and I was relieved that the red gag allowed me to breath round it to maintain air supply. However it didn’t take me long to realise that by taking long, slow breaths I could actually breath through 2 catheters! That was just as well, because once I was managing my breathing better I detected the sweet scent of aromas as the open bottle was offered to one of the catheter tubes.

Mistress did take the opportunity of fixing a head harness to the overhead to ensure I remained steady in the chair. I spent quite a while breathing through the catheters and by the end I was really enjoying this breath control and the new experienced the catheters offered.

On went the Hitachi, slow at first then gradually more intense. I may have been blind, but I could feel Maggie gently caressing my tightly rubber covered body while receiving the occasional draft of aromas and the ever constant, ever increasing caress of the vibrator. Eventually the inevitable happened and I climaxed inside the suits. I had no choice, nor do I ever want one. Mistress plain and simply milked my balls.

I really enjoy fulfilling my promise to Mistress Maggie, to do whatever she wishes, immediately and without question. All the sessions are enjoyable but this Guinea Pig session with the catheters,  particularly special. Thank you Maggie for another spectacular unique session that I hope entertained you and in particular did no further damage to your tender shoulder.  

NB: This 01:47min intox breath play clip has audio.

In Memoriam; RIP QEII

Exactly one year ago Queen Elizabeth II died at the ripe old age of 96. Both Mistress Maggie and I had only ever known the queen as our monarch and we allowed a little nostalgia about this subject, and that was the end of any melancholy. The remainder of our session was nothing short of magnificent.

Mistress left no doubt as to what her session plans might include by greeting me in her piss pants, the remainder of her tasty ensemble included a red bra and hood and who wouldn’t be uplifted by such a beautiful vision, and not for the last time during this session I was really tempted to lean forward and gently kiss those wonderful orbs as I followed Mistress up to the Playroom. I am too well trained and like I have done on so many occasions, I once more resisted that almost overwhelming urge.


I had promised to demonstrate a selfie stick that might be of use to Maggie for capturing sessions. After a short demo and a thoughtful ‘we’ll see’ from Maggie we moved forward in the session.

By the time I returned from the bathroom in my red latex gloves and socks, I was ready and really eager to undertake my first duty of cleaning, licking and kissing all the way up and down both of Mistresses thigh length boots. I could almost feel the heat behind Maggie’s bulbous piss pants and I tried to surreptitiously nuzzle the top of my head in that most intimate place. I didn’t overdo this as every now and then, to accompany my ministrations, Mistress brought her crop down with a loud crack, generally to my buttock, but my cock and balls were also being used as a target if they came within range.


Next I was to be stuffed with anal beads. The Horse was brought out and I used my new found discovery of how to position myself on it, so as to make my bumhole even more accessible, by hoisting my buttocks over the end of the horse and leaning forward. (See last blog for the more open position).

My trusty red butt plug went in very easily but Mistress had mischievously placed two strings of anal beads just in my eye line. The first one was relatively small and the second not small at all. I love Mistresses sense of theatre as she toyed with both sets and chose, of course, the large string of balls for stuffing me up like a packhorse! The beads left me feeling very full and despite their size I felt no discomfort whatsoever as each of the 4 balls in turn disappeared away from the glare of the Playroom lights, leaving an amusing tail about 10cm sticking out of my bum.

Dressing in my red catsuit was a bit of a struggle and needed plenty of talc and time to get it on. We both agreed that it would be useful to have the garment chlorinated as soon as possible, but once it was tidily and tightly on my body and zipped up I felt absolutely fantastic. My tail was hidden neatly inside the suit and once I’d had a hood fitted I was head to toe in lovely red latex.

Mistress retrieved a long orange rope before easing down the crotch zip to expose my balls. With a very well-practised movement she had my cock and balls strung up sufficiently tight for me to know that it wouldn’t slip off; a quick tug on her rope proved the point, in fact any more of a tug and my cock and balls would be coming off with the rope still attached. 


This rope produced one of the best cock harnesses that I have had the privilege to be attached to. With her packhorse loaded with rubber balls and tethered on the long rope she led it towards the mysteries awaiting in her Clinic. One tug and I was urged to follow her and her beautiful derriere, but - ‘Hey, not so close slave. Follow with a bit of distance’, she instructed. I didn’t say so, but I’m guessing she just wanted more room to yank my bollocks, nevertheless I was quickly realising that a quick tug on the rope could prove most ‘interesting’. Either deliberately or accidentally and I suspect the former, Maggie instructed me to return to the Playroom to retrieve her glass of water. The rope was long enough for her to hold the reins while I completed the trip and I half expected a quick yank for me to return.

I guessed it most unlikely that once I retrieved the glass that she would tug the rope, because to do so may have me dropping the glass. On reflection I think that may well have been an option if Mistress was in her mischievous mood, but then again, she was equally mischievous to keep me on tenterhooks.

On my return the water was quickly devoured and I was told I had a little more boot cleaning to perform before we go any further, because of the talc that had floated onto them when I’d donned my catsuit. The dust was soon dealt with and I was invited to sit on the couch and recline into a most comfortable position for my re-hydration.


Sitting unrestrained and very happy I was ready to receive the first of two infusions of Mistresses piss, but I had to wait a few more seconds as Maggie asked if I preferred to suck on an open tube or a tube with a mouthpiece. I requested the mouthpiece because it fits comfortably in the mouth giving you something to grip onto so as to avoid the tube popping out in mid flow, it also allows for a very satisfactory suck for the piss delivery. Anyway, I was finally allowed to drink the fresh warm contents from Mistresses pants and it was delightful. It shows how far my training has progressed, because my rehydration preference is now ALWAYS for Maggie’s pee rather than water or other liquid offerings. Contrary to the well known metaphorical phrase, Mistress has a horse that she can lead to water and guarantee that it will drink! I remember going to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and Maggie producing a bottle of pee for me to consume… sorry I digress.


I eagerly consumed every last drop and then a second helping was dispensed from a drink carton that Maggie brought in from another room. Maggie announced that the contents were yesterday’s pee and that I was to consume that as well. I did via the same delivery route and was able to finish the small amount left in the carton at the end of the session. Well I did mention that quenching thirst was now primarily a nectar drinking pleasure. It also demonstrates how thoughtful my owner can be.

After having thoroughly quenched my thirst Maggie decided to help me lose some of the fluids via my sweat glands and I was strapped into her inflatable straitjacket.

Pumped up and strapped down to the couch I was to model a very tight ball gag. By now, Mistress knows many of my little ‘secret’ tricks for making a slaves life a little easier and tightened the gag straps so I couldn’t ease it out of my mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly effective at staying in and keeping me quiet but it didn’t prevent Mistress planting three of the most delightful kisses fairly and squarely on the ball of the gag. With that incentive I think I would have happily worn the gag for as long as Maggie wanted me to. (Another of those comments I might ‘benefit’ from in future sessions.)


Finally I was relieved of the orange rope tether from around my cock and balls, and to tell the truth I was a little disappointed to feel the tight embrace gradually loosened, but not for long as Mistress had a plan. She coaxed my balls into a series of tight rubber bands, five I think and a couple more for good measure round the base of my cock. That was only the start of Mistresses pleasure, she also had plans to shock my abdominal region with a simple urethral electrode linked to a chunky electroplay loop around my penis. That was interesting, and normally Maggie would allow me some intoxicating aromas via the aroma pump hose, but not today. Strangely I felt happy without the infusion of aromas. I suppose, once again, it is as a result of the excellent training I have received as I just long for whatever Maggie decides that she wants to do with her slave.


The final act of our session involved two almost identical GP5 gas masks. I say almost identical as one was definitely much smaller than the other. I know Mistress likes to occasionally join in with breath play games and after 221 sessions I have learned one or two of my Mistresses preferences. The couch straps were undone now but I was still confined in the pumped up straitjacket, Maggie told me to shuffle over to one side so she could sit next to me. The masks were joined with a couple of hoses and a 5lt rebreather bag attached to the central connector. 

The gas masks went on, me first and then Maggie, we were then breathing the same air through the rebreather. Mistress did manage 10 minutes in the joint breathing before opting to ease herself out. It was probably my training that allowed me to rebreathe with little adverse effects, I have experienced so many rebreathing sessions with Maggie’s guidance over the years that have obviously paid off and I could have carried on quite a while longer. In any event it was wonderful to be that close to Mistress and for her to allow me to share her air. Perhaps a tap on my side of the arrangement may allow Mistress to take proportionally more air than her slave? 


And then, the session had reached its natural conclusion. Well almost. As we were getting out of our hot sticky clothes I was able to help Mistress out of her latex and the sight that presented me almost made me forget my training. Maggie was leaning forward in all her natural glory. There in front of me were a perfect pair of bottom cheeks. I plucked up courage to mention the vision and she appeared to agree for me to actually kiss each cheek. I wasn’t 100% sure of the instruction so I restrained my urge and gently stroked each globe in turn. 


Any regrets? Only Carpe Diem and all that, but my training has been thorough and I try not to overstep the mark unless I am certain that Mistress Maggie has actually sanctioned my move.


Thank you Mistress for another excellent experience and your training has been thorough and effective but there is still more mileage to travel before you consider me your ‘acceptable’ slave. 

Warning: This 01:36min breathplay clip has audio

CL=1/SA

I was glad to return to some semblance of normality following Mistress Maggie’s leg operation, although I’d had to arrange a Monday session, that being the first date we could both accommodate after Mistress Maggie's operation.

Mistress was predominantly dressed in black latex and an old familiar feeling began to overwhelm me as I followed her up to the Playroom. There were touches of red contrasting strongly with the black, particularly her long flowing ponytail, crisp red latex gloves and red belt. I have known my Mistress for over 10 years and I know the ponytail is false, but the effect is outstanding, particularly in the current configuration. You will see what I mean in the images. Suffice is to say, it didn’t take me long to be once more mesmerized and drawn back under the spell of a very sensual, sexy and dominant beautiful woman.

Mistress beckoned me onto my knees at her feet, where I was fitted with a rather snug fitting latex hood before I started worshipping her comfortable, long black boots. I was as gentle as gentle could be and I wasn’t sure if I was being too gentle, but again I didn’t want to aggravate her beautiful but still mending leg. The black lace up boots continued to receive my attentions whilst my backside was given the occasional caress with her butterfly crop, though I know from experience that the same crop can deliver quite a sting if tongue work on her leather boots were to displease her. Altogether, it felt a pretty good position for a slave to be in.

Conscious that Mistress’ leg was not fully recovered, I tried to take as much of the strain away from her movements by volunteering to move equipment and even, off my own initiative, moved the horse closer to where Maggie was sitting so that she could ease in my red plug from a sitting position. Maggie genuinely appreciated that, and although it seemed strange to be having my butt plug inserted before I was in my Invincible latex suit, it was more important that my ass was stretched back into action a.s.a.p. after its lack of practice. Strange because without the safety of the zip holding it in, I had to clench my buttocks to make sure it stayed there. I didn’t need to worry too long though, as I was soon inside my suit and zipped all the way to my hood, giving that restrictive feeling that only a good rubber catsuit can provide.

Mistress always helps with my dressing, as getting my arms into the suit’s sleeves on my own is usually a problem and once again she was happy to assist. If I am honest, I love the feeling when Mistress smooths the suit to ensue a snug fit and the sensations when I am polished all over with Mr. Sheen certainly pushes me yet further under Maggie’s spell. We talked and joked about what had happened since our previous session and fortunately Maggie could see the funny side when I quipped that her daily walks would probably be going in circles with one good leg and the other one yet to receive a similar operation… Mistress does have a sense of humour and doesn’t always punish her slaves for such remarks. After all Maggie does not need any reason to administer punishments, that’s one of the Chambers rules.

The red butt plug didn’t stay in for long and I was once more in a prone position along the horse with my zipper lowered and trusty red plug being eased out. It seems to have a mind of its own because it is far easier to insert than extract the plug. I suppose that’s how it should be. The plug wants to stay warm and hidden in its home… anyway it was to be replaced with an electro plug of a reasonably similar size, so I knew exactly what kind of  shocking experience may lie in store, well in my bum at least. The electrics were checked and I confirmed with a little jump and a sigh that I was receiving a good strong signal.

Maggie had decided that her slave should be bound in a contrasting red body harness that restricts both arm and leg movement, and after a good deal of buckling we were off to The Clinic. Once again Maggie called on her slave to perform a heavy task of fixing the leg extension onto the couch. It is indeed quite heavy and definitely requires two hands and bending down to ensure a clean, precise fit. This is not easy whilst trying to hold the electrode cables out of harms way and the harness restricting my movement.

A tip that I may have mentioned in a previous blog, but it is important so as not to overbalance the couch I suggest you mount the couch from the side, sit well back in the chair part and gently swing both legs onto the couches extension. It sounds easy and it is with a little care, practice and gentle movements. Once positioned, it was a relatively easy matter for Mistress to carry on buckling, making sure my arms were secured to my sides and my legs fixed together in a mummy type fashion, and once more fully at her mercy. I love that feeling every time I give my body to the Mistress I trust absolutely.

It was at this point that I realized that the bum electrodes had ceased to stimulate. I could just lie there and pretend it was ok but that is not what I have promised to my Mistress, so I mentioned the lack of sensation which I’ve come to learn will provoke a good amount of ‘tut-tutting’ from Mistress, thankfully the problem was easily rectified today, by reinserting one of the wires in its appropriate hole. It was just as well I mentioned it before the S10 gas mask was applied as communication is always a little muted though the gas mask. The mask was topped off with an open face mask which covered my head and completed my incarceration in total rubber. I do love that feeling where everything in my little world consists of rubber and Mistress. Nothing else matters but pleasing the most stunning person I know, and such a bonus that she is a rubber loving lady herself.

A few inches of bare skin were exposed as Maggie gently slipped open my crotch zip and tied a tight red rope tourniquet round the base of my cock and balls, a double looped electrode was positioned round my cock and a sticky electrode just above my guiche piercing.

Perhaps now is the right time to explain the title of this blog. I am not sure why but instead of growing to a reasonable size my pathetic cock shriveled to chipolata size. Mistress was somewhat disappointed, saying that as I got older my cock size was decreasing and in order to hide the embarrassing little prick she stuck some sticking plaster over it. Hence:

CL = 1/SA 

Where CL = cock length and SA = slaves age, hence the older I get the smaller my cock gets! 

Mistress announced that she would need to find the smallest available electrode for the smallest cock in the room. Now remember, Maggie had my butt plug running on pulse program and whilst she was out electrode hunting… well I just couldn’t stop it. Mistress had forced me to cum with nothing more than sticking plasters and e-stimming my bumhole. Well I suspect the thought and actions of my most sensual Mistress had a lot to do with me losing control!

Of course I told Mistress on her return but I oh so desperately wanted the session to continue and we progressed to the next stage of her plan. Maggie had announced on Twitter that she had obtained a glass bottle that she wanted to try out as a bubble bottle. Filled with water it created a very loud bubbling response from her slave, in fact probably the loudest breathing bubble noises I have experienced. The aroma delivery system was incorporated into the breathing system and I sunk, or elevated even further under Maggie's control and I was slowly anaesthetized by the aromas, restricted by bubble breathing and stimulated continually around my abdomen with a configuration that now included the smallest electrode in her vast arsenal. Could a slave get any higher sensations and feeling in the presence of his goddess?

Another new initiative was to be introduced in the form of Maggie's vital signs monitor. After all what good is the electro therapy if its efficacy cannot be measured. The new machine was duly plugged in and the blood pressure cuff placed on my arm and inflated and the pulse monitor clipped on a finger. This is a procedure that is probably well known by anyone who has had a health check with their nurse or doctor. The machine was certainly exuding all the expected beeps and noises, what was not quite as obvious were the effectiveness of the monitors through the thick latex of the suit and the thinner latex of the gloves. However readings were showing on her machine, and even if not totally accurate were sufficient to act as comparison (BP 124/63 which is accurate for me in a relaxed state)

The time had come for Maggie to determine whether increased electrotherapy affected my vital signs. Both nipple zips were opened and electro pads were stuck next to each nipple and then had nipple pumps attached, which Mistress really wound up so they were sucking hard on my nipples. Little did I know that these had electric capability as well. There I was with extended, bulging nipples flanked by these little pads and when their circuits were initialized I had power coursing through my cock and balls, power still inside with the bum plug and now power applied to each nipple. 

I was pleased when Mistress explained that she does not allow current across the chest which was why she has to arrange one effective channel per nipple. Mistress as always takes the safe approach with her slaves and I had read somewhere that an e-stim circuit from nipple to nipple can be dangerous. Once again, I knew I was in safe hands. 

I was in no doubt that my heart rate and pulse had increased a little with each increment of the e-stim dials, the vital signs machine confirmed it, and that my blood pressure had risen too!(BP 134/77)  It might be useful to explain that the sensations from the butt plug were somewhat overpowered by the other e-stim, and at one point I thought I might have become unplugged again!. It hadn’t, which was very evident at the end when other circuits were turned down then off.

Once again, my senses were teased by my beautiful Mistress as she turned around, spreading her latex apron flaps apart and gently placed her latex clad derriere just within reach of one of my tethered hands, as she bent away from me I was allowed to gently stroke that most sacred area. I enjoyed that trust from Mistress who knew I wouldn’t try to overstep her strict rules. I must admit it was not for want and desire to do so, but more the fact I was still strapped down. Final check of vital signs just to confirm I was still alive and the session came to a natural end, mores the pity.

Two interesting asides after I had returned home for my shower. The first was funny realizing that one of the sticky electrode pads was still firmly attached behind my scrotum and the second less pleasant when Mistress let me know I had left my slave collar in The Chamber with a sinister comment, ‘Oh well I will just tighten it an extra notch…’

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another very rewarding and enlightening session and as always, I will try to do better next time and I am DELIGHTED to know my next appointment is back to our 'normal' Friday.

Caution: This 1min3sec breath play clip has audio.