50 of the Best

Yesterday may well go down as the highest recorded temperature ever in the UK and today, although the ambient temperature was a little lower, isolated hot spots were evident in the North West. Specifically it got very heated in The Chambers where Mistress Maggie ramped up the temperature for this rubber devotee, and it certainly looked to be a red hot day as Mistress had instructed me to bring my red rubber wardrobe.

Because of the warmth Mistress allowed me to change in the fan cooled Playroom, then naked apart from my latex socks and gloves I presented myself at the feet of my Mistress and set about worshipping those beautiful legs and long red boots. I always relish the sessions’ start where I can be down on the floor under my Mistresses feet and just paying homage to a wonderful woman. The warmth of the day and the cooling fan which occasionally blew a welcome breeze up my bum, made it a perfectly exciting and highly erotic start.

Mistress stood up from her throne and looking down at me told me to continue my devotion. ‘Front AND back of my boots slave’. She turned around allowing me to access every part. It was so tempting to allow my tongue to stray that little higher; to kiss and lick those alabaster thighs and higher... I can dream but there is nothing currently in the rule book to stop me trying to gently caress those forbidden places with my freshly washed hair. I probably shouldn't have said that and of course it can only happen when I am not hooded!

Ordered onto my hands and knees it was butt plug fitting time, plenty of lube and ... a plastic bag! Holding the plastic bag tightly at my neck with one hand the plug was wiggled, teased and finally pushed into its home with the other. It has been a while since Maggie has allowed me the privilege of gazing at her great beauty as she smiles and watches me reach the inevitable begging stage for air. A lot of pleading and she will let it in before repeating the breathless cycle again. There came a stage where I so wanted to kiss her sultry lips as they were almost touching the plastic, but the need for air overtook my need to kiss and once again I found myself begging. The freshly inserted butt plug became unnoticeable as I breathed in plastic and struggled for air four times in a row. After a couple of shakes of powder on went the red latex catsuit and at that point we adjourned to The Clinic.

Zips opened, legs in the stirrups and ‘further down slave ... get your ass right over the end slave.’ Mistress ordered. As she fitted her strap on Maggie announced that we should celebrate the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. My plug had only been in for ten minutes, but out it came and in went her rocket dildo, very slowly, all the way in until the balls on her strap-on slapped against my arse cheeks.

Mistress handed me a bottle of aroma to blast off on. ’Are you ready for launch slave’ . . . and her rocket thrusts began. ‘ONE’ - A very slow withdrawal until only the tip was in contact. ‘TWO’ . . . ‘THREE’ . . .  This countdown went on until we reached the fifty. On each slow thrust I could gaze in wonderment at the very sexy person taking me to the heavens and beyond and I was well and truly fucked. Mistress in charge, Mistress on top and Mistress dictating the pace and depth of each thrust and I just loved it. I felt another step towards being totally controlled by Wonder Woman.

After all that excitement, Mistress decided a little quiet contemplative time was necessary but not until a little more anal excitement with a rather large and very inflatable dildo. We had a good play with it, but as it was not suitable as a permanent ass fixture, it was a large black plug that was eventually inserted to keep my asshole stretched before Maggie sealed me inside my catsuit and red-roped me to the couch. Nothing too vigorous as it was very hot but enough for me to know my place. In stark contrast to the red, Mistress fitted a black gas mask and cleverly sealed the whole lot with the open faced mask. Maggie attached the re-breather bag, making certain I was able to accept the restricted air flow before casting me into the darkest of nights with the bug-eye blindfolds. With the headphones playing a monotonous and all enveloping track of white noise I had no idea what would happen next.

There I stayed and had no concept of time. All I did was dream highly erotic and very lurid dreams about the most sensual, sexually stimulating and sensational Mistress a slave could wish for. I had visions of a goddess in latex just looking down on her loyal yet totally subjugated subject. Thinking about the sensual situation I was in, the good fucking Mistress had just treated me to and the wildly lurid dreams I was having made the next action inevitable. All Mistress did was drape one of her rubber operating sheets over my exposed cock and try as I might to prevent embarrassment, I blurted out 'I'm coming Mistress,' and without further ado messed on the underside of the rubber sheet.

Mistress wasn't at all pleased that I had created extra washing, though whizzing off the headphones and whispering through the hoods she asked if I wanted to go on. Being such a hot day it seemed an appropriate time to stop for a drink of water before continuing my training with a spot of ball stretching. Maggie said that for a bit of light relief and amusement she’d planned to stretch my balls, but was happy to alter things to deal with the new circumstances. I had made my own bed and I would have to settle for lying in it, and because I had climaxed without consent I needed to be punished!

Hmmm! Perhaps choosing to continue was not one of my brightest decisions, but I knew I had upset the flow of the prolonged rubber deprivation and opting out just wasn't fair on Mistresses enjoyment. Out came a myriad of devices; rubber bands, metal ball weights, straps, more red rope and probably a whole host of other tackle that Maggie was going to tackle my tackle with.

Maggie is not sadistic, well at least not all of the time and she did allow me the comfort of a latex pillow to ease any strain on my calves. However, she showed little mercy on the pitiful cock and balls that had so misbehaved.

I of course saw none of this but could feel a lot of activity down below. I could feel my balls being attached to the H-frame. I could sense by Maggie’s voice that she meant business and I could tell I was in for a punishing time. Yet the worst stretching was still to come. The rebreather was reattached, the white noise turned back on and I was returned to the totally deprived state I had experienced earlier, and once again I was left to contemplate my exceptional Mistress. This time, subdued by the unplanned orgasm the dreams were less raunchy and somewhat overridden by the distress of my poor empty balls. Tightly restricted they were really being stretched and punished to say the least, lucky for me I have not had the pleasure of too much post orgasm torture but can tick it off my list of training experiences now!

Eventually Maggie relented and deciding that enough was enough, she removed the masks and adjusted the couch so that I was in a sitting rather than a lying position. I suspect that Mistress knew the action of sitting me up would tighten the ropes and stretch my cock and balls even more because she giggled that wonderfully girlish giggle as if to say, ‘That bit worked then’. One by one she started to remove my cock and ball jewellery. She examined my tackle and declared just the right ball colour; a slight blueish tinge and ready for freedom.

I am glad I had the balls to agree to continue the session after cumming unannounced. I really needed to be punished for my indiscretion and I have a lot of training still to do on orgasming to Mistress Maggie’s command. This possibly was Mistresses lesson and the hardest to avoid orgasm. I mean, a good bagging, fifty satisfying moon landings, a lot of isolation etc. what can a red blooded male do?

Niggles

Niggles, demerits, black marks, punishments. . . call them what you will, but due to some thoughtless comments I had made Mistress Maggie saw fit to administer my just deserts at the start of this session. Mistress explained why I had earned the punishment and went on to offer me the choice of delivery mechanism, by either a senior cane or a three tailed tawse.

Mistress Maggie's choice for my punishment

I chose wisely I think, asking Mistress to choose which of the two nasty looking implements she believed would work best as retribution, and without hesitation she picked up the cane. So, within minutes of arriving at the Chambers and worshipping Mistresses bright red thigh boots I was hooded, and with a huge ball gag wedged in place I was supine over the Playroom horse.

Restraints were not used nor are they any longer necessary as, although occasionally deployed by my owner for visual effect and to act as a reminder of my slave status, I now do exactly as I am told. Her cane came swishing down and I lay there counting out the strokes and giving my best muffled thank you’s to Mistress for correcting her stupid, senseless slave.

I have absolutely no complaints, although at the time my backside was moaning a little as I received fifteen hard strokes.

Once Mistress had vented her anger (or so I thought), the mood changed and we moved forward to a more relaxed and far less painful part of the proceedings. Still using the horse, Mistress told me to reposition myself so that she could have full and unrestricted access to my bum. I could detect her stepping into her strap on harness, possibly preparing for some delightful fun. As I lay there waiting and wishing to be penetrated by her chosen dildo I thought about the mistake I had made, and how it was well worth a beating to clear the air, to have me realise my mistake and have Mistress back to her normal beautiful self.

My Lady in red

My fifteen stripes were no more than a mild ache as Maggie expertly guided the session to a different mindset, using large quantities of lubrication then gently sliding in . . . not the dildo but my butt plug.

The initial hand stretching and lubrication had clearly worked because the red ribbed plug slid in like a hot knife through butter. Perhaps I had misread the rattling sound and there was no strap-on? No. Maggie's sense of fun and mischief emerged and just as I was getting used to the plug, it was quickly unplugged to be instantly replaced by the whole length of Maggie’s cock.

Thinking I was about to receive another of those delicious fucks that Maggie can deliver I began to relax. But no again. Her cock was immediately removed and replaced with the plug. This alternating between plug and dildo must have been repeated four or five times until I didn't know whether I was coming or going. What I did know was that Mistress had one very happy but confused slave across her horse.

To conclude this part of the anal play ad when Maggie had finished oscillating and juggling the ass toys, she finished off by pushing a string of four large anal beads down the willing hole. These would keep me stuffed for the rest of the session. Thank goodness there is a long tail ending in a good sized ring to aid their extraction, otherwise I could have been left with a bum full of balls until nature intervened!

The last vestiges of Maggie's anger briefly surfaced and without warning she gave me another five rapid strokes with the Senior Cane. Those almost made me jump off the horse, but boy was I relieved when Mistress whispered that that was the end of my punishment and ‘lets get you into some shiny black rubber’. In addition I received the modified anaesthesia hood, more of this later, and I was ready for anything.

Mistress retrieved the leather wrist cuffs, using them to fix my arms loosely but securely behind my back. I was then instructed to back up against the Plank which was already upright and securely fixed to the Playroom’s overhead gantry. It had been quite obvious right from the boot worship, that this 7' length of Playroom equipment would be brought into  play at some stage, I mean how can you disguise a 7' solid bondage plank! Anyway, as instructed I tentatively leant back as the plank eased itself into position until it was happy to accommodate the weight of a rather large slave, and off we went.

Maggie moved about me, pulling on straps and stretching bandages tightly around me until I became at one with the Plank. Well almost, Maggie did stop to deliberate whether a knee strap was necessary and after a bit of umming and ahhing she did buckle it in place, though not too tightly. Mistress is a true expert in restraints, as, without the strap I doubt if I could have remained standing for as long as I did. With the strap, it allowed the strap to take some of the leg strain and extended my duration almost infinitely.

A very well fitted Kalis

As it was, I was very comfortable as I watched Mistress leave the room and later return wheeling in the IV stand which she brought beside me, then again she left the room closing the door behind her. From my restrained position I was perfectly happy standing, the playroom mirror had been carefully angled so I could admire my situation until my thoughts were interrupted by Maggie’s return. This time she brought in a brimming jug of what definitely looked like pee, emptying it into the rubber bag hanging from the drip stand. As my eyes wandered towards the bag and its contents I estimated over a litre of drink was now available.

Now the intricacies of the modified anaesthetic mask were fully revealed. Mistress had cunningly inserted the feeding tube up the centre of the attached hose which normally delivers aromas, meaning I could drink and be medicated at the same time. Now that is ingenious! It took a while to get started but with the taps on and a long hard suck I tasted the first trickle of fluid delivered down the drinking tube.

I was half expecting the next bit of playtime that Maggie had planned for her very willing follower, because a few days ago Mistress had announced on her Twitter feed that she had acquired a biting steel instrument called Kalis teeth; a most effective chastity device with a row of sharp teeth pointing inward into the wearers cock.

Fitting it on to a flaccid cock was relatively painless and I stood against the plank thinking calming thoughts to avoid an erection as Maggie carefully wrapped the device around my cock and balls. I couldn't see fully but I heard the ominous click as a small padlock went in place, accompanied by a tingle down my spine as Maggie threatened to leave it in place at the end of the session. Now there's something for me to contemplate in the future. . . I mean how could I last between sessions without attempting to get an erection. I mean every time I think of my Mistress. . . I digress. Back to the session fun.

Forced feeding

My sense of being dominated and under total control of Mistress took a step forward as Maggie sealed my eye holes with her eye mask. This is her own design and effectively seals you in behind the perspex lenses. The seal is effective and reduces the slave to taking air through the hose, regardless of whether it’s aroma filled air or not. Mistress really is inventive and very creative in her drive to give total satisfaction and loss of control to a subservient slave like me.

The application of the air tight eye mask also heralded a change in feeding habits. Up to now I had been sucking small quantities of nectar as and when I wanted, but now Mistress was exercising more control over her subject by utilising the delivery bulb attached to the feeding pipes.

A warning from Mistress followed by a syphoning squeeze delivered sufficient fluid for a mouthful. With the airtight mask it was either swallow or wallow in spilt pee inside the helmet. So, I am wrapped in latex to the bondage board with an airtight mask delivering both liquid refreshment and aromas and my cock was totally controlled by the Kalis; could a slave wish for any better treatment from his beautiful Mistress? Of course Maggie is capable of delivering an infinite variety of pleasure giving experiences and is not averse to using her latex clad body to help frustrate and torment her slave, by rubbing smooth rubber on rubber.

Forced climax

The next activity was probably the most cruel and tormenting Maggie could use on her slave. Out came the heavyweight Playroom vibrator and with consummate ease Mistress strapped it tightly against my exposed balls and turned it on. The exquisite torture was simply wonderful and at the same time so frustrating. My cock tried to get hard but was forced back into its flaccid state by the cruel prick of the enclosing needles, but the vibrator kept doing its work on my balls and I could feel the inevitable approaching climax.

Once Mistress has decided that you are going to be forced to climax there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable. I tried hard by concentrating on the pain in my cock, the nice day outside . . . but every time my thoughts drifted back to my state of servitude, and just to make sure Mistress moved her perfect body against the vibrator. The close proximity of Mistress, the insidious grasp of the Kalis, my current state of sexual arousal and that was it. I did try to warn Maggie but too late.

It was really strange to be forced to cum with a soft cock enclosed in steel and balls vibrating like a humming bird, but I suppose I moved that little bit closer to being totally under control and I love it.

Sucking now on an empty tube, all the nectar had been enjoyed and I had not missed a drop.

However it wasn't quite the end of the nectar resources, as Mistress insisted that as it was my fault that she had spilt the overflowing jug on the landing and that I would be cleaning it up. Scurrying along to where Mistress Maggie pointed, I sniffed all along the skirting board but on this occasion couldn't catch Maggie's scent, so I had to give the general area a thorough clean with sponge and disinfectant until Mistress was satisfied with the job.

And finally a tribute to my own Lady In Red

. . . I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side. . .

Chris de Burgh

A Wild Time Swinging

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

My little green friends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deep Heat cock and balls

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

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

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

That should stop me scratching.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A History Lesson

Sometimes I wonder why Mistress Maggie puts up with such a simple soul. I was excited about a new pair of latex trousers I had recently bought for myself, and when I rang to confirm the appointment I was pleasantly surprised. Mistress told me to wear the trousers to arrive at the Chambers saying that she was looking forward to the fashion show where I would have chance to display my new garments to her. It didn’t sound too tricky, I know I am not an ideal fashion model but surely I could manage that. Hastily I packed my normal clothes and donned the trousers and a latex shirt ready for the enjoyable drive to see my owner.

The look and feel of the trousers certainly put a smile on my face as I sauntered between my car and the Chambers, but nowhere near as big a smile that erupted as Mistress opened the door, greeting me with a simply breathtaking sight. In her highest heels Mistress was standing tall, her beautifully shiny tights seeming to make her legs endless, but my broadest smile was elicited by the black latex teddy and waist nipper she was wearing accentuated by her radiant smile. She appeared pleased to see her humble and faithful servant and I was welcomed in.

Off with my coat Mistress moved her hands over my latex shirt and we had a mini fashion parade right there in her hallway, that broadened her smile even more. Then we wasted no time ascending to The Playroom where there was much more space. Mistress took a seat ready for the show and I was instructed to parade my new trousers and explain the many features and benefits of my new garments.

All I could muster was an inane comment about ‘how nice they feel’; nothing about their fit or style, nothing about the considerable number of pockets that were perfectly formed; nothing about the easy cleaning or functional zip incorporated in the garment, but just. 'They are nice to wear'. I am not surprised that Mistress was unamused by the show and probably verging on yawning. Sometimes I wonder about my suitability as a slave to my owner and frequently feel sorry for Mistress and relieved that my service hasn't been terminated.

Worship of Maggie's shoes went smoothly, partly due to their glossy patent surface. My tongue glided easily over them and it doesn't take long to cover the surface of both shoes. Meanwhile I listened in as Mistress verbally dished out hints and clues as to what was on today's agenda. Her instruction to ‘Pay good attention to my heels now slave’, interrupted her dialogue and had me quickly alter my position to tackle the task. Insertion into my rubber catsuit was swiftly achieved and I was soon having my hands bound with rope.

With my hands secured up to the ceiling ring there was no way out and anything could happen, maybe Mistress was intent on continuing my nipple training? But no, it was the unmistakeable noise of rustling plastic that gave her plan away and I quickly prepared for some challenging breathing. ‘This is a more reliable way of entertaining me slave’, she said as the plastic bag was pulled over my head, and indeed her beaming smile did reappear as my vision became misted. A second bag was put over the top and after some twisting at the neckline a securing clip was applied. Mistress moved around me although I could vaguely see her and all I could do was lessen my breaths until I could last no more, breathing so deeply that the plastic filled my mouth and I pleaded for air. Maggie waits until I am genuinely pleading before giving me what I most need, it is an intense experience and I am massively relieved when the air returns.

Perhaps today was the day Mistress gets rid of her slave? All it would take would be to leave the bags in place for a little longer. Maggie to smile that wonderful smile as my air runs slowly out and . . . fortunately not today.

After a few more very pleasant and breathless double bagging moments Maggie relented and retrieved the low padded bench, indicating for me to kneel lengthwise ready for some bum fun. ‘Slave, you need to be stretched for the new and interesting thrills I have waiting for you’, and before I knew it four large anal beads accompanied by lots of lube were disappearing eagerly into their cave – plup – plup – plup – plup –

While I wagged my tail and got used to the size of stuffing in my rear, Maggie put one of her larger strap-ons on and offered it to me for inspection, then disappearing behind me she began toying with my beads, pulling them out and pushing them home again until eventually they all plopped out and were put to one side.

Unfortunately, inserting the larger strap-on dildo didn't go quite so well. I had taken this strap-on before and although it initially slid home Mistress could tell by the noises I was making that it was uncomfortable and slid it right out again. Usually widening my legs allows easy access, but the narrow bench restricted my movement. The real problem was predominately down to my knees and how my considerable weight was resting on their wonkiest parts.

After a little chat Maggie decided that the treatments she had intended for my ass were best enjoyed on another day. Once again I had disappointed my Mistress and forced her to abandon that part of my training plan. Oh I do wish for better knees and to be able to satisfy my Mistress every time she wishes to gain rear entry, but despite a good dose of aromas, I let her down again.

An inarticulate response to the earlier question, plus a poor response to what should have been a very pleasant mount had me feeling an altogether rather pathetic slave, and I would have understood if that double plastic bagging had gone on and on . . .

Normally Maggie's lesson plans are innovative and unique. They may include reinforcing elements from earlier sessions but generally they are all refreshingly new. However, Mistress was keen to make part of the training a history lesson today. Not 1066 and all that but modern history, something her slave could directly relate to from a formative period of my life. To that end Maggie reminisced on a much earlier session that we had done together way back in November 2011, how I had been restrained to her chair with no chance of escape, my balls tethered to a broom handle below it. How I had been reduced to breathing through tubes and plunged into darkness beneath the sensual rubber sheet with my genitalia subjected to unstoppable electric sensations. Her idea was to set about replicating that little part of our history and I could vividly remember the scene she was speaking of.

I've been here before!

It could not be an exact replica as I had not even purchased my rubber catsuit at that time, but near enough. Mistress has redecorated the room during those intervening seven years, a gas mask and hose was used instead of nostril tubes giving me greater visibility, the poppers delivery is new, but all in all this was about the feeling of history. What is the same is my continued devotion to my perfect Mistress, in fact, that has changed and deepened in those seven years. My only aim now is to bring pleasure to Maggie and enjoy all my training.

Even the electrics have changed a little over time. Maggie is happier to ramp up the levels now that I am trained to to her personal liking, but the mechanism remains as I remember it. Mistress Maggie's throne hasn't changed. The hole in the centre is ideally placed for attaching tied up balls to the long broom handle as they were once again today. The bondage mitts drawing me forward against the tight leather restraints that kept me secured, probably more so than I was those seven years ago.

What didn't happen seven years ago was the method Mistress used to mock and manipulate my cock. Today she joked about it being mouselike by hiding in the hole. Actually that hole in the throne is quite large, but I must admit that all the downward pressure on my tightly roped balls does have the tendency to make my cock disappear. No amount of coaxing could tease the mouse out.

Maggie was doing a lot of rummaging inside the hole trying to find my mouselike cock, and when she did she caught it, immediately tagging it with a pair of handy electrodes and setting the stimulation levels sufficiently to have her slave jerking around.

Deja Vu!

A final inspection of her slave was completed before the lights went out. Checking out my breathing hose Mistress chose to extend it so it would not snag on my suit and cause sudden air loss. Mistress doesn't countenance accidental suffocation and her attention to safety hasn't changed in all the years I have known her, and once the second hose was attached she had absolute control over her slaves’ breathing.

And then it went black.

When I saw this image I recognised the familiar territory. It is amazing how the rubber sheet totally eliminated all light, as black as the depths of a coal mine, though a much more sensual place to be. As my time under the sheet went by my environment became warmer and filled up with the arousing rubber scent with only the sound of my breaths to keep my company. I knew my Mistress was in close proximity, I could neither see nor hear her but I could sense her presence.

Which is just as well because eventually I could feel my left hand starting with pins and needles then starting to go numb. Mistress always insists that her subjects report any discomfort, assesses the problem and where appropriate, as in this case, leaps in to sort it out. Oh I do wish that I had mentioned that wrist binding was a fraction tight when applied, but at the time I was just wanting to please.

I could have stayed in the dark forever had it not been for that useless wrist and once again I started wondering how Mistress tolerates such a decrepit specimen. And that is where the history lesson ended and that is how the perception of history can be changed through a small yet important change in the details.

I truly had no idea what Maggie’s intentions had been for her golden fluids, but following the abandonment of earlier plans when my wonky knees had curtailed my anal escapades, Mistress was left with an uncomfortably full bladder. Disappearing momentarily into the Clinic she returned with a steel bowl which conveniently fitted into the aperture on the seat of the bondage chair. There, right in front of me her crotch zip was opened, then looking me straight in my eyes her majesty sat down and released her long lasting stream of nectar into the bowl. The gentle tinkle as it caressed the stainless steel was magical and so was the flavour. The bowl and its fresh, warm contents were placed at Maggie's feet and with the merest of nod I knew exactly what was expected. I knelt forward to lap it up.

Maggie had been using me as a foot rest while I had been finishing up my drink and not a drop was wasted. Oh my, the taste of fresh Mistress is divine! Actually at last I think that may have pleased Mistress Maggie, because I was ordered to roll over like a good dog and out came the Hitachi wand complete with a nobbly cock sleeve. Mistress played with her dog with great gusto, imposing her will for one final time in this most rewarding of history lessons by forcing an orgasm from her slave.

A happy yet messy conclusion for this little mouse? dog? slave!

Open... Wider!

The blog title has nothing whatsoever to do with the size of my butt-plugged ass, although I suspect that may happen in the future, but more to do with Mistress Maggie's new dental drill! I had been instructed to bring my red rubber apparel to the session, but to get started Mistress wanted me almost naked and sent me off to the bathroom telling me to return in my rubber socks and gloves.

The red rubber theme continued as Maggie reached into the drawer and pulled out a nice red latex hood and proceeded to zip me into it. The only other garments chosen for me were a leather chest harness and a pair of knee pads.

‘Onto the bed now slave, on your back with arms and legs wide’. It can be a wonderful feeling being strapped to the bed corners. Maggie has to lean right over to get my right hand cuffed and just as I had imagined it wasn’t too long before she did exactly that, coming in so close I could feel her warmth and smell that lovely rubbery scent emanating from her lithe body. It is one hell of a way for a slave to be gently captivated and the feelings were intensified as Mistress decided that my cock needed to join the red revolution; wound and bound it was tethered to the bed too.

It started to make more sense now why I was trussed to the bed in such a manner. Always true to her word, Mistress was to continue my nipple training and could do without her slave squirming too much as she attached the screw clamps.

Surprisingly for once, my left nipple behaved itself, allowing both clamps to be attached relatively easily and stay put. That is not to say they weren’t painful, in fact they were very painful, but by gazing at my very beautiful Mistress I was able to begin mastering the pain, turning it into a dull ache and telling myself that these nipple clamps were what she wanted, a way of making my poor nipples more pert and pleasing for her and simply a part of my training.

Mistress instructed me to get off the bed and on to my padded knees ready for a jaunt around the Playroom. ‘Hanging clamps will stretch those nipples and give them a far better workout’, she said with a smile.

Once again I rode with the pain as the reoriented clamps bit in harder, but I was coping well even when Mistress attached a lead and gave the nipple chain a little tug. The red hood was quickly changed for a black one with perforated eyes and protruding tubes at nose and mouth, which I did a good job of grunting through once the real nipple exercises began!

First, the missing butt-plug. Of course every grunting pig slave needs one and it was easily inserted, but only after I had been walked on all fours to retrieve it. A weight was then added to the chain and a few sprints round the Playroom had Mistress urging me to go faster on all fours and occasionally cropping my buttocks as encouragement.

Round and round, one end to the other, faster and faster until the right clamp finally gave up the ghost and slipped to the floor. By this time Mistress was satisfied I had passed that little test and moved the session forward by fitting me into my red catsuit. At last, fully rubbered for my Mistress, and then into the Clinic.

In no time Maggie had me comfortably secured to her operating chair. From there I heard her explanation as to what was about to happen, how I was well overdue another dental examination, which would be conducted and any necessary treatments completed by herself, but only after I had received a suitable dose of anaesthetic.

Mistress, in her charcoal operating coat donned a surgical mask and bringing out a pair of goggles insisted I wore them in preparation for the dentistry. She attached me to the Gas Station and adjusted the valves to get the aroma vapour flowing, then pressing the smooth textured anaesthesia mask over my mouth she soothed her patient with that incredibly sexy voice that she can conjure up at just the right moment. ‘Deep breaths when I say so slave’. 

Although I have worn these googles before they still create a very strange sensation. The normally bright Clinic lights take on a much more subdued green hue, and as I became quietly subdued my Mistress appeared to have a green halo and I was definitely ready for my check up.

An assortment of dental instruments were laid out on Dentist Mistress Maggie’s trolley; mirror, descaling instruments, amalgam applicator etc. I expected all of them would be used to dig and poke at me at some point, however it was an evil looking metal gag that was brought out first. As the Jennings gag was secured I am sure at the back of my mind that I heard the tinkle of laughter, not my Mistresses but some other lady in the far distance, laughing. The green goggles combined with a dose or two of really good aromas was clearly producing the strangest effects on the mind of her dental patient . . . .

Open wide... Wider!

Mistress engaged in that idle chatter that many dentists employ. A running description of what was happening and then the questions that are impossible to answer with your mouth forced wide open. Like - ‘Did your previous dentist use one of these Jennings torture devices?’ and ‘When did you last see your dentist?’

Also just like your typical dentist, Maggie seemed to understand the almost incoherent noises I was able to make, although when I quipped ‘I bite if you hurt me!’ I must not have spoken clearly enough, because Maggie’s worrying response was. ‘Ah slave, four cavities require my attention’.

Thank goodness for the rubber bib. The Jennings gag does a fine job of keeping your mouth open and preventing you swallow. One minute Maggie was working around my teeth with a tool and a mirror, the next minute my mouth tasted very minty, there was no way I could spit and I could feel the dribbles coming on.

The gag eventually came out and I could just manage to swallow before cotton pads were stuffed behind my gums and Dentist Maggie recommended more intake of her special anaesthetic.

Things started to get a little too real as Maggie moved round to my left, plugged in her drill and dived into my mouth.

I really did believe Maggie was drilling my teeth. That all too familiar sound that vibrates through your skull as the dentist touches teeth. A quiet hum then a mind blowing sound massively magnified. You feel like screaming but that is dangerous with a live drill whirring away. Maggie’s gloved hands manipulated a retractor, making way for her drill to access the offending teeth. My bottom teeth were targeted first, something more to help with the pain, then on to the top set.

‘That's it slave. All done’. And all that remained was to complete the filling. ‘Oh no’, she jinxed. ‘I’m leaving your cavities open’. A final clean up job with the suction hose and her top class dentistry was complete.

It sounds rather odd, but because Mistress was happy I was never worried about what she was doing with my teeth and gums. What I do know is that I had arranged a tooth hurty appointment and if that was how Maggie wanted to deal with her slave’s problem then I accept that. And also strange, my unfilled cavities didn't hurt at all! 

Maggie peeled back my dental bib and spent a little time on my nipples, making full sadistic use of their slightly increased size and teasing me with other things she might like to do with the dental implements she had used today.

The dental bib was rolled down a little more and my Dentists’ attention was now focussing on my cock. Taking it in her gloved hands I was told that it would look much nicer with her suction tube inserted in it and she went off to see if she could find where she had put it.

Despite the threat of sticking the suction tube up my cock, I knew it was that long sound that was making the journey and felt the results of its cool steel bumps being gently guided down my pee hole. Well lubed, my cock seemed to just suck it in. Mistress guided it, but my internal muscles just pulled and pulled. All the time Maggie was really milking me and enhanced by some very seductive talk, Mistress literally milked her slave whilst the sound was still in place. Never have I been so excited by a visit to the dentist, and although I did try to alert her it was no use and I just exploded.

As for the dentistry, Mistress Maggie whispered in my ear that it was a very good role play. The drill had not touched my teeth, the drilling sound was created by vibration on the metal probe, the amalgam was spearmint flavoured toothpaste and of course she wouldn't shove an unsterilised anything down my cock.

I have to admit the aromas and green goggles can play strange things with a slaves mind and during the operation I thought if Mistress Maggie wants this then I'm happy.

Hmm I wonder? Should I book another 2.30 appointment?

WARNING: This 3.40 minute clip of dental roleplay has audio -

Glorious Start to 2019

The trip back over the Pennines to Yorkshire where Cathouse Clothing have their latex shop, was the fastest run we have ever achieved, which is just as well because a crisis occurred just as Mistress Maggie was about to insert my trusty butt plug.

Immediately before Christmas I became the proud owner of a latex double breasted black rubber trench coat, the male equivalent of that wonderful latex coat that Mistress occasionally wears, and Mistress had instructed me to wear it as we were going shopping.

'An outing to Cathouse Clothing is required. Wearing your new latex mac and appropriate black footwear you will act as chauffeur and servant as you escort your rubber macked Mistress on her shopping trip.’

As my mac provides an uninterrupted cover from neck to calf I thought nothing of wearing a second layer of latex beneath it, and put on my dark blue latex shirt and a pair of black zipped latex briefs to complete the ensemble.

In my role as chauffeur for the day I would be sharing the driving seat with my old red butt plug friend, but as I was bending over the horse ready to have it inserted, Maggie in a somewhat concerned tone had cause to ask me a question. ‘Have you split your coat slave?’ 

True enough the coat was split from waist to hem. 'Oh sh*t! Damn! blast! f**k! etc' - I was absolutely mortified.

Not only had I spent a full year saving up to purchase it, but I’d also been so excited about showing it off and taking Mistress out both dressed in our rubber trench coats. I thought I had wrecked both Mistresses trip and my new coat. No matter, in went the butt plug and Mistress instructed me to lie on the bed where she fitted a substantial magnetic weight around my balls, to keep me company on the journey, then reaching for the electrical tape she neatly wound a little tape around it. Well that wasn't coming off until Maggie said so!

With my coat spread out on a table we noticed that it was a seam that had popped. Mistress is an accomplished latex aficionado and had all the glue and tools needed to repair it, and after a short wait Mistress had the coat better than new. Boy was I relieved and happy to be properly dressed again. A little later than anticipated but at last we were able to set off and I was delighted that Maggie's husband had put on his rubbers and was able to come along for he ride.

The rest of the journey was fast and uneventful, apart from me needing to pee just before we arrived at Liversedge. That provided a slight problem because the ball weight and tight latex shorts meant the end of my cock only just reached the porcelain but oh what a relief!

We had a good look round the Cathouse store, Maggie tried a few things on and her husband bought her a very attractive skirt for her upcoming birthday. A very pleasant hour was had as we chatted with the proprietor, looked at the excellent latex clothing on display and luxuriated in that glorious rubbery smell that emanates from that lovely material. My primary function? Behave like a proper chauffeur, return garments to rails and mind Mistresses bag.



The proprietors, Caroline and Peter were so easy to talk to that closing time arrived all too quickly and we thought it appropriate to think about heading West again. We broke our journey when we spotted a little pub on the outskirts of Liversedge and popped in for a coffee.

There we were, a man and woman in almost identical black latex double breasted macs, Maggie's husband in his black latex suit and leather coat and no one seemed to turn a hair. I am sure they were aware but were too polite to stare. The lady behind the bar didn't blink at all as we ordered three coffees and we had a very pleasant chat at a corner table. I felt strangely excited sitting with my Mistress and visibly wearing my rubber in public and there was some stirring going on underneath my coat. Seven years ago never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that I’d own such a magic coat and be able to venture out with my two rubber friends without worrying about the natives. I wonder where my Mistress will take me in the future?

The drive home was just as swift as the trip East, something that I have never experienced on that stretch of the M62 but even so we still returned to The Chambers later than my usual session time and Mistress hadn't finished with her slave yet.

Leading me upstairs I was told to remove my butt plug and button up my coat. At Mistress’ hands I also enjoyed being fitted into a wonderful latex hood that I believe was new to her wardrobe and an incredible feeling to wear. I could have sworn my head looked far sleeker and much more attractive in the hood. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be too difficult.

I caught a glimpse in the mirror and even though I say so myself, the image was striking. My black coated figure topped off with my smooth and tightly covered head brought to mind an image I had drooled over a while back. . . which once again raises that scary spectre of Mistress having a direct link to my thoughts.

A ball gag was buckled on me. I can only assume this was to stifle my moans of pleasure because I certainly wasn't about to complain as Maggie ordered me ‘Over the horse slave’ and asked ‘Are you hungry slave?’ Mistress knows that by this time on a Friday I am almost certainly hungry, and thirsty. Perhaps I was to receive one of her delicious mince pies or even a thirst quenching infusion of Mistresses nectar, although wearing the ball gag may prove problematical for feeding. Oh well, Mistress always has a solution.

An 8" sausage should fill you up slave!

No. It turns out Maggie had something far more filling as she arrived in my eyesight wearing a huge 8" strap-on under her mac. I was gobsmacked. Well actually, Mistress stroked the side of my head with the monster and said. ‘This will fill you up’. 

I have to say that this was by far the best option I had considered. Slowly and carefully at first Mistress entered the tip into her slave followed by long full strokes and continued to ride me for around five minutes, filling me up with her toy and forcing many a groan of delight to escape around the sides of my ball gag. I got the impression that Maggie rather liked Christening my coat with a good mount in fact in some circles this style of coat is known as a riding mack. It certainly was on this occasion.

What of the ball weight that I had worn all afternoon and caused my little peeing problems? It was comfortable to wear for all that time and was easily removed. Once Mistress had unpeeled the tape the weight could easily be slid apart and I must say for a few moments I felt naked without it. Hmmm? I wonder if a catheter and leg bag works with ball weights? Probably shouldn't have said that.

I hope Mistress had an enjoyable and relaxing rubbery day out on her trip to the shops with her latex husband and latex slave. However relaxed Mistress was I still knew who was in absolute charge.

I love 2019 already and hope for more exciting trips out as Mistress Maggie's slave and I get goose bumps every time I am privileged to be in her company.

Go With the Flow

Today I anticipated that I would be receiving a lot of Mistress Maggie's nectar, followed by a catheter and possibly a little light exercise, then perhaps be made to consume my own waste products! My calling mail from Mistress had been typically illusive.

‘Your rubber nurse has designs on taking you to theatre and will be fuelling you up so you’re ready to go’. So I think that my guess of what may happen in the session to come was quite reasonable.

That was my first mistake. I was correct in assuming that Maggie would ply me with liquor of her own personal variety, but this was supplemented by several tumblers full of tap water. Having read a tweet from my Mistress the night before, I also assumed I might be the recipient of a very deep sounding or a heavy ball weighting using the toys that she’d proudly announced she had acquired. I could see the metal ball weight gleaming on Maggie’s dresser, but that's where it stayed.

The beginning of the session was straight from my training schedules. Mistress was clothed in full latex, a long and sculpted skirt which, when unzipped revealed her natural latex stockings over a second pair of black ones, producing a mysterious sheen of amber on black. But of more immediate relevance were her black court shoes that were destined to receive my attention.

A latex mask is always part of my uniform and today I was given a mask that I cannot recall having worn before. My new persona had a small round mouth, good sized eye and nose holes, and for the first time in many sessions the mask became my identity for the remainder of my hours in the presence of my Mistress.

Mistress had obtained yet another new butt plug and brought it out from behind the curtain saying. ‘There you go, unwrap it slave’. It was about the size and shape of a large pear and I was instantly instructed to bend over to receive it. Maggie doesn't do gratuitous violence and pain, well not too often anyway, and try as we might the grenade just wouldn't even get a small penetration inside my bum-hole. People often say that things have gone pear shaped but the phrase somehow doesn't apply to my anal cavity. Many attempts to insert were tried but we were getting no nearer, and after a couple of expletives about the failings of my anus Mistress reverted to my trusty red ribbed invader; a little longer and thinner in girth but most importantly, more streamlined at the tip. Mistress was right to try the bigger plug, she is always right in her actions, but it seems my butt is more accustomed to a pointier style of plug and is not for changing yet. I always cause problems for Maggie and I am so relieved that she still puts up with this slave, imperfections and all.

I was soon snugly covered in my tight plum coloured catsuit and ready once more to become whatever my owner wanted her slave to become. Maggie had been drinking heavily since I arrived, only water of course as Mistress never consumes anything that would impair her impeccable judgement. I think that luxury may be reserved for her quiet time at weekends. Anyway, it came as no surprise when Mistress finished yet another glass of water and I was sent off to the bathroom for a refill. As I knocked and re-entered the Chambers, I was stopped at the door, instructed to drink the contents of the glass and return with another refill. Ah, part of my forewarned fuelling process. Fill, return, knock, consume and repeat twice more.

Next I was being transformed into a toilet for Mistress, being zipped into the toilet hood that is a good snug fit to reduce spillage and then snapped into position inside the toilet chamber. I was quite comfortable looking like a turd in the toilet pan, my hands were lightly roped to the eyelets on the legs of the loo giving me a little leeway to move them to the side of the seat. Gazing through the small aperture I had the occasional glimpse of my Mistress busying herself for utilising her toilet. I was just happy that Maggie was allowing me to be of service in this way.

The last time I was down the pan Mistress had closed the lid and left me for quite a while  contemplating my fate and I was also much more tightly bound and restrained. Today as Mistress sank into her most comfortable position I got a glorious view of her most beautiful derrière as it slowly descended, eclipsing most of the light. A stern warning was delivered to me, reminding me that I must consume every last drop and her toilet slave was ready and very eager for my duties.

The freedom in my wrists allowed me to put my hands in hers and with a gentle squeeze let my Mistress know that her toilet was ready, and so the first few drops emerged. There was just enough light to gaze on that magnificent trickle as it made its way to my open mouth, I could adjust my position so the stream that followed was directed straight through the small hole, round my U-bend gullet and eagerly be disposed of in the recycling plant. As Maggie released stream after stream I did detect the slightest of squeezes to my hands and that satisfying moan that is only created when a full bladder is gradually emptied. All the while I needed to remain alert as to where the next stream would flow, as each one was slightly different. How one beautifully petite Mistress could supply such volume yet in such a controlled manner, beggars belief; one of the many and wonderfully unexplained mysteries of the universe.

A few final drops seeking release down her slave had Mistress sitting down again and soon she had rid herself of the last remnants of water. I so wished I could be her bidet, flicking out my tongue to clean those last few drops away. Not permitted. I could look but not touch those private Mistress parts.

I was released and cleaned, a very full and content slave. Mistress still dressed in the splendid rubber outfit I had witnessed on first arriving then guided me to one side of the room and insisted I have a large whiff of aroma. Then, totally unexpected, she draped herself over the horse in that lithe sexy way that only my Mistress knows and made the most sensual hip movements with her latex covered bottom right before my very eyes. Maggie knows I cannot resist stroking her bottom and had deliberately set a test to see exactly how long I could resist the temptation. I moved forward and gently and very lovingly stroked that most remarkable undulating landscape. Maggie laughed. ‘5 seconds slave. You lasted a whole 5 seconds before you stroked my bottom’. Fortunately Maggie does occasionally allow me this liberty and accepted my touches with good humour.

Moving into the clinic, Maggie had me strapped securely on the couch in rapid time. You might believe Mistress had performed this on many occasions! My cock and balls were released from their latex prison and held on firm display with a leather harness that latched onto my slave collar, and a rubber tube gag was pushed into my mouth. Maggie produced a template and explained how her design would be marked on my exposed cock to form the blue print for her next piece of artistry.  ‘. . .  your cock will be decorated with needles where the marks are shown and the end of your cock will be closed off. . . .’

Now I was starting to be a little concerned because the fluid I had been told to drink earlier was now taking its toll, I could feel the peeing urge rising deep down in my stomach. My balls were neatly wrapped out of the way and Maggie proceeded with her plan; marking out her design and pushing in her needles. I could hear the needles being snapped free from their packaging and it felt like Maggie was applying sutures to my cock as well, as it happened that was not the case, but after each needle had been inserted it was twisted 180 degrees before jabbing me for a second time, an action that caused considerable pinching. As I lay there, I realised that I had guessed wrong and I would not be receiving the anticipated catheter.

Gradually the end of my cock was being sealed and that meant that my pee would be restricted. Maybe I would be left with some ability to discharge the fluids that had built up in my bladder? I hoped so because that familiar urge to relieve myself was now fast becoming a more desperate need. Another wrong anticipation!

Mistress had thoughtfully deposited more of her nectar into an enema bag and was now wheeling it towards me on the drip stand. Carefully picking up her pipes it was attached to my tube gag and being pumped into my mouth. When half of it was drunk I had to shamefully decline her fluids, not because I didn't desire more of that heavenly liquid but I had a big fear of embarrassing myself in the Clinic. I was so desperate to pee and it wasn't helped at all by Maggie frequently massaging my abdomen with her rubber gloved hands. I could just see that glint in her eyes as she stroked and asked 'innocently' if I needed to relieve myself.

Maggie insisted there would be no toilet visits for her patient until her needlework and cord work round my balls were finished to her satisfaction. It may have sounded like I was hooting down my tube gag, but by this time I was pleading with Mistress Maggie to go to the loo. Finally satisfied with her artwork, she released the straps and helped me gingerly off the couch. I was escorted towards the bathroom with the leather harness dangling between my legs.

During the slow waddle to that smallest of rooms, we both agreed that due to the unforeseen nature of what was about to happen it would be wise for me to pee in the bath.

As I stood in the bath I was experiencing that feeling of pleasure just before you relieve yourself. The anticipation of that stream releasing the pressure in your bladder; ah the delights of a good, long, bladder emptying pee. I wonder if Maggie got that same pleasurable feeling before relieving herself in her willing toilet?

I waited intently for permission from Mistress. ‘ Right, you'd better pee then slave.’ I felt that initial sense of relief as I felt my bladder start to empty then. . . nothing. Maggie had done her damnedest to make it difficult for me and what I thought may be a restricted slow flow turned out to be no flow at all.

What a frustration. No matter how hard I tried to pee, nothing. By now I was aware that Mistress had used needles to seal the end of my cock, and thankfully not sutures, but the effect was the same. Although I couldn't see the results of my abortive pee attempt, I imagine my foreskin would be expanding like a balloon with all that pee pressure building behind. It must have been a really pathetic specimen that stood before his Mistress. I couldn't pee. I was most uncomfortable and I have to be honest, I begged Maggie to let me have the simple delights of relief. Just a few drips had seeped out and trickled in a a very small pool in the bath. Mistress was highly amused but at last relented and released her absolute control of my bodily functions. Quickly the two foreskin needles were taken out and then. . . talk about a tsunami. Whereas Mistress Maggie was able to control her flow, my fluids came out uncontrollably, and thank goodness we had taken the decision to have me in the bath, although I did have to paddle in my own puddle of pee.

Another wonderfully unpredictable session with my beautiful owner, Mistress and friend. Long may they continue.

My Bakers Dozen

During one of my very pleasant email exchanges with Mistress Maggie, I had innocently strayed into that minefield that is women's emancipation and equality. I had absolutely no idea that I had inadvertently disappointed my Mistress with a derogatory remark until I received the consequences for my carelessness during this session.

Once more I was making my way to Mistress’ chambers; ambling along the pavement mulling over the meaning of life, or more precisely that part of my life relating to Maggie’s calling mail where she had indicated,

Fantastic shot of my rubber Mistress and dildo

‘Your Mistress will be in black latex ready to teach you something about roles and giving you some very big surprises.’

I thought I may be reminded of some of the various roles that Maggie expects her slaves to perform; toilet slave, plaything, pet, vehicle for venting anger etc. As for the big surprise, I pretty much knew that my surprise might come in the form of an electro dildo that Maggie had recently received. It looked rather large in the photo she had posted on Twitter, but not as large as the excess postal charge she had paid to have it delivered.

I was in buoyant mood and had put on my new latex leggings for travelling to the Chambers, eager to show them off to Maggie and get her opinion. Wanting to reimburse Maggie for the postal charge she’d had to pay I had taped a packet with the exact money in to the inside of the leggings, to give her a nice surprise as I modelled them.

However Mistress stole my thunder and took my breath away in one fell swoop. As the door to the Chambers opened, I was beckoned indoors and led to the Playroom by Mistress in full black rubber with her electro dildo ready for use. Stroking her dildo Mistress told me that it was my turn to take delivery of the dildo now and I should hand over the import duty. I was left sheepishly retrieving the taped change rather than letting Mistress find the surprise package. It was the thought that counted but it didn't achieve the smiles and laughter from my Mistress that I had hoped for.

Prominently displayed in the bathroom as I shed my outdoor clothes 

Mistress had chosen what I should wear for session and with my catsuit laid out on the bed I was dispatched to the bathroom to prepare. I noticed a sign pasted on the wall there, but I still had no inkling of the mine I had stepped on even though the words Thwack, Thwack, Thwack were prominently visible.

Returning to the Playroom where Mistress was quietly sitting, I began the worship of her black patent laced boots, the ones which end just below her beautiful knees.

These are a complex pair of boots to worship and need much careful manipulation of the tongue, with many eyelets and boot laces to navigate to ensure total coverage. Unlike the red thigh highs from my previous boot homage, long licks to the knee had to be planned with this pair so as not to bang my head on Mistress’ fearsome looking dildo.

On one of my journeys upwards towards the forbidden territory above the boots, I encountered the end of the neatly tied laces, which were quite ticklish to my nose even inside my latex hood. I gave them a clean and kiss but it didn't half tickle, and combined with the clubbing from the dildo on the top of my head I giggled. Mistress asked what on earth I was doing, but was unimpressed by my explanation that the boot laces formed part of the footwear and I couldn't explain the giggles!

Maggie pulled me in close to begin lecturing me about ‘roles’, or perceived gender roles to be more precise. Never in a month of Sundays had I imagined that the comment about roles related to a thoughtless quip I’d made about home cooking. I would like to say that we had a meaningful conversation, but it was more of a monologue from Maggie punctuated by the occasional grunt from myself, to acknowledge that my comments were insensitive and that I required remedial training in the form of a good caning.

The case had been presented, Judge Maggie had deemed it proven and passed the sentence of 12 strokes of the cane. My defence was non existent and of course sentence was accepted. Ah that is why the Thwack Thwack Thwack notice in the bathroom; alerting the victim to their fate. How's that for forward planning!

A bit like the hanged man attaching the rope to the scaffold, I had to lift and position the executioners bench myself and locate it so, 'I can achieve a good swing’. I made a half-hearted attempt to interfere with Maggie’s back swing by placing the bench under the overhead gantry, that didn't work at all and as I lay crosswise on the horse I received my punishment.

1. . 2 . . and after each stroke I had to recite 'I made a big mistake. I have to be punished’. . 7, 8 . . I made a big mistake. . 10, 11, 12 . . punished and now I could relax.

Nope. I felt the familiar ranging tap, tap, tap of the can against my buttocks and the swish of the cane in its arc towards its target and for the thirteenth time heard and felt the explosion of the mine across my backside. 'That's for being stupid with my boot laces'.

A couple of moments respite for me to return from the dead and Maggie moved quickly on to another testing situation that had me more actively acquainted with the overhead gantry.

Mistress fixed me into her stout leather harness, attached the suspension chains and finishing with hanging leg stirrups, I was hoisted up. The stirrup attachments were a masterful stroke, allowing the legs to be relatively easily raised and lowered, separated or closed together. In any event, it gave easy access to my zips!

With the rubber tusk mask fitted I was limited to breathing through a hose, but aromas could be administered easily, I could see fairly well through its small round eyes and with a head harness strapped on over the top of the mask, my head could be comfortably supported at any desired height. Unfortunately, with my head secured, all I could then see was the overhead ring in the ceiling but it felt like the perfect suspension position. I could relax and gently swing and Maggie seemed happy with her slaves orientation.

It felt a bit like being a car on a service ramp. Mistress could have my nuts tightened or nipples oiled and repaired, or even full electrical diagnostics! Perhaps I shouldn't be giving Mistress such ideas as she is inventive enough. As it was, it was my exhaust pipe that needed looking at and Maggie greased up my arse and gave it a good servicing.

Testing over, it was time for me to be moved into the White Room where, securely strapped to the couch, Mistress zipped me into an anaesthetic hood and prepared to administer more relaxing aromas. Still armed with her new dildo her treatments were being aimed at my arse, and to avoid the dangly bits getting in the way, they were bound up with plastic bandages. Mistress then took both bandaged balls in her hands and pulled them hard. Well, I suppose they have to be checked to see how dangly they are capable of becoming!

Gloves were donned for a good finger examination followed by half a tube of slippery lubrication for another attempt at a fisting. We are not quite there yet, but some time soon and I was sufficiently opened for some deep penetration with her strap-on as a warm up to an ‘all import duties paid’ special delivery.

Taped out of harms way.

Ah, or should that be Aahhhhh! - I could finally say hello to the new electro infused dildo. More of the slippery lotion was squeezed from the tube and injected up my bum, electro pads were attached to my genitals and Maggie was ready and wired for her electro-bum experiment to begin.

With the help of aromas my anal muscles were ready. Slowly and gently the large black invader slid in, all the way to where the attached wires prevented further ingress. Then a real surprise as Mistress turned on the electrastim.

The sensation I was receiving was strange, quite tingly and so very pleasant that I could not help myself demonstrating my pleasure in an audible way. Maggie appreciates feedback on any new toys so I did write to explain my thoughts on my electro strap-on experience.

‘The sensation was a gentle tingling round the anus and you do have scope to ramp up the voltage a bit - not to cock and balls otherwise you will end up reattaching and stitching them back on!’

A nice tight and tidy set of captive balls

Probably a comment that will come back to bite and after today’s thwacking example, one that may be taken down and used as evidence . . .  Oh well, I have promised always to be honest with my Mistress so damn the consequences.

In a mood for more fun, Mistress looked at my flagging cock and balls and decided a splint would be needed for her planned sounding activity.

A splint? - Of course I couldn't see and to be perfectly honest by this stage I was in a euphoric state, nothing apart from my stunning Mistress mattered. Mistress’ imaginative mind had produced the perfect cock splint from her medical arsenal. Never in my most imaginative moments would I have thought that a speculum could be used as a splint for a sagging cock, but secured in place with a length of rope it proved to be a most useful support.

Study of my larger guiche, recently fitted by my Mistress

I barely felt the sounds as they deeply penetrated my upstanding member, Mistress kept inserting them until I had four nestling inside me, then she turned on her vibrator to make them rattle and vibrate. I could definitely feel the sensations now and I am absolutely certain that my Mistress has a sadistic streak, because only someone with those tendencies would keep her slave right on that 'edge’.

Another quick squirt of aromas, the gentlest of touches on my captive balls and I was off into dreamland again, wondering how Mistress may use her speculum next! Perhaps as an electrode to shock her slaves? Mmm, I am sure that is not a new thought to Maggie.

After all the hard work I had put in during this session, Mistress rewarded me with a long cool drink of her specially chilled wine. Maggie, with that wonderful smile that lets the slave know that he is in for a real treat, set up a drip bag filled with amber nectar (not Fosters, that tastes like piss). She looked fantastically attractive as she wheeled her IV stand around the couch to feed me.

For the last time for today at least, the aroma tube was removed from the anaesthetic mask and replaced with a drinking tube. I was just ready for my well earned refuelling and all that was offered was gratefully received.

I sucked greedily and consumed probably half of the contents before the flow stopped. Was Mistress playing a final mind game? Nope! Her chilled wine had not long been out of the freezer and all that was left in the bag was a large ice cube. I tried blowing to get some warm air to melt my drink, I tried sucking even harder. That brought back happy memories of when I had performed the same suck when Mistress was wearing her piss pants, that caused quite an amount of amusement. But to suck harder brought no extra reward for this frustrated slave today.

That brought my training for the day to a pleasant conclusion and as often happens, Mistress allows me to help with cleaning up the mess I have made. The simple tasks like floor cleaning, fetching and carrying for Maggie, help with washing all the latex, that sort of thing, we like to leave the Playroom and Clinic in good nick ready for Maggie's final clean up later on. I have learnt a lot about the scrupulous cleaning regime that Mistress Maggie adopts by helping her with the cleaning.

‘Here slave, you can take this bag of frozen piss home if you like’. A gesture that I jumped at and in a quiet moment on the Saturday night when the cube had defrosted but the contents remained chilled, I slowly sipped the remaining drink, toasted my Mistress and said a quiet thank you. I know some people prefer a G&T, but on this occasion I had the best drink in the world.