A Load of Pee

Today I witnessed just how hard my professional dominatrix has to work to ensure her slave is receiving the 'appropriate' treatment. I am, of course referring to Mistress Maggie. I am full of admiration for the dedication and care that she lavishes on her charges. Perhaps I should start at the beginning and develop this thought. I will also have to give some detail about my private preparation and, dare I say, toilet habits! The reason why I consider such personal/private information will become apparent.

I usually go for a pee about 45 minutes before meeting Maggie. When I park, I go for another one and when Mistress sends me to the bathroom I have another one. By this stage my bladder should be empty and I should not embarrass myself and upset Maggie by asking if I could have a pee break. OK, you get the picture, empty bladder, no pee blah blah blah!

It was a very pleasant, rather warm day and I was beginning to regret wearing my jumper as I sauntered towards The Chambers, and I could only imagine how warm Mistress must have been feeling in her head to toe latex ensemble. She had greeted me in her figure hugging, tight black latex catsuit and her rather nice new shiny boots and, and to finish her total rubberisation, Maggie had on a tight open faced latex hood: In fact the epitome of my dream woman, which of course, she is.

I had already sent her a copy of my negative Covid test so fortunately we were soon climbing the stairs to The Playroom. Oh those hips and thighs and cheeks, all perfectly framed inside the tight latex. I would definitely have been prepared to bury my nose in the valley had Mistress done her 'normal' activity of stopping abruptly, as it was she didn't stop, which was probably for the best as I had received a serious caning last session for various infractions.

Upstairs, I was sent to change (and pee) and returned for my obligatory worship of Maggie's footwear. Again I was sorely tempted to stray from the boots and gently lick and kiss lower thighs, upper thighs and... well, let my tongue go on a bit of an adventure. But I didn't! I am better trained than that. Mistress used her hefty Mistress whip to beat a rhythm on my backside during worship and I imagined even just flicking her wrist whilst so tightly and completely enclosed in latex would be generating considerable heat, because I was starting to sweat even though I was only wearing latex gloves and socks.

Luxury of luxuries, with the boots suitably attended to I was even permitted a short period of caressing and kissing along the back of those glorious, rubber clad thighs and derrière. However, a phrase Maggie uses quite a lot is ‘Well slave there is no pleasure without pain’, and that was kind of the case today, because sitting back down on her worshipped bottom Maggie pulled a transparent latex bag over my head, pulling it closed under my chin. Although not 'painful' it certainly generated some heavy breathing on my part as I gazed through the semi translucent latex at the face of my beautiful owner. It did seem a very appropriate setting with me kneeling before my wonderful Mistress dependant on her for the very air I was allowed to receive.

Getting me into my Invincible catsuit caused a real problem for the first time. Normally I can get into it almost unaided but not today. I think it was because I was starting to sweat more and more. Maggie talc'd the inside and I tried the normal routine making sure all zips were fully open. Oh what a tangle I'd got myself in! I tugged and pulled and shuffled and shrugged and had to ask Maggie for considerable assistance. This was definitely unfair on my part as I could see my poor Mistress getting warmer and warmer as we struggled.  After what seemed an eternity and one monumental struggle, I was finally able to zip up the suit to the chin but even the zipping was a struggle. I was pooped, and despite the room fan being on I could see Mistress was heating up from all the exertion and I was very happy when she indicated a short breather was required. 

A red latex hood was fitted before following Mistress into The Clinic where she explained I was to receive a catheter for the remainder of the session. Fine by me as I am now used to and dare I say rather enjoy the feeling of Maggie gently inserting a rubber tube deep into my innards. Before the successful insertion Maggie just couldn't resist the opportunity of smothering her charge both with her latex covered hands and with the rubber operating sheet. Sometimes I get the impression Maggie gets a real buzz from seeing her charges gasping for breath, and this willing slave was making no attempt to resist her absolute authority. 

The gloves aren't too bad because with a little twisting of the mouth I could gain just sufficient air so as not to have to complain. Now the rubber sheet on the other hand is a different proposition. It seals itself to the rubber hood you are wearing and that's it! Absolutely NO air and some most peculiar sounds as you breathe out, until you can breath out no longer!

The catheterisation was routine. After creating a sterile area, the anaesthetic fluid inserted down the urethra tingles initially, actually quite a pleasant tingle, then a 5 minute wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. It is testament to how good Maggie is with catheters that all the fluid was emptied down the urethra with no spillage and I couldn't even tell when the tube was inserted and the bulb inflated. What I did notice in the 5 minute wait period was Mistress casually enjoying a little late lunch. I was securely strapped to the couch but I could just glimpse Maggie through the mouth hole, yes a bit of an oblique angle, but I couldn't get the eyeholes focussed. Oh and I was enjoying a little e-stim that Maggie thought appropriate whilst she enjoyed her break. Not too rigorous but sufficient to draw my attention.

 

Mistress had earned that 5 minute break because up to that time she had worked extremely hard on her slave. What did start to be of concern was Mistress saying with a wry smile that she would leave fitting the catheter bag until later and that I would remain clamped until she decided otherwise. A little uncomfortable because I was just starting to feel some contents in my bladder but of course, there it stayed.

Moving back to The Playroom where I was ordered onto my knees with forehead on the floor, Maggie fiddled with my anal zip and prepared me for inserting a smallish butt plug. The size wasn't its main attraction as Mistress put it through its paces through a myriad of buzzing and vibrating cycles. I think Maggie found that most amusing as she could just about get it to play a buzzing tune. The plug was self contained with the on/off and programming button sitting nicely on its base. I mention its construction because this did cause some issues later as I was suspended from the rafters. Anyway, it was set off buzzing away and sealed inside my bum. 

The inflatable hood that went on next was, I think, my first experience with this piece of kit. At first I thought it was quite a loose fit and would no doubt leak air round the seams and mouth piece and I wondered if Mistress was aware of these potential failings? That was until it was pumped up heavily. Just a couple more pumps for good luck... and oh boy what a piece of kit when fully pumped. I just love the feel and the fit and the sheer air-tightness of this hood. I could see clearly after Mistress had demisted the lenses and just loved wearing it, and thank you Maggie for allowing me the chance.

We have developed a relatively simple and efficient way of launching me on my flying experiences that importantly, particularly in the current warmth, is relatively easy on my poor Mistress. Maggie retrieved the very heavy leather body harness from its storage box in the corner of the Playroom, and after loosening the straps I was able to wriggle my head into the appropriate place ready for Mistress to tighten them all. I recall back to my earlier days when I was a complete novice and had to rely on comprehensive instruction to get it right, but now with the appropriate training, I manage to get it ready for Maggie. With a little more training perhaps I will be able to fasten the straps and... that is for the future and dependant on Mistresses wishes.

Once strapped in, I was even able to attach the carabiners to the centre ring so I was standing comfortably yet attached to the ceiling; more excellent training! From that secure stance it is a relatively easy action to rest each leg in turn, slip them in the stirrups that Mistress had attached to the overhead suspension bar and et voila we have lift off. Relatively close to the ground, but all the same fully suspended. All that was left was for Maggie to pull on the pulley to lift the stirrups to whatever height she wanted. Once again I felt a little guilty that my Mistress was having to hoist a beefy slave on such a warm day but at least the first part of harnessing and swinging was relatively easy.

At last, I received the welcome relief of the rubber bag being attached to the catheter. It is rather strange, the sensation is not one of peeing, that familiar relief of standing there and peeing but more just a simple relaxation of the bladder pressure. That is part of what is meant by being under someone's total control I suppose (and I love it). 

Of course there was no way that Mistress would not take advantage of my suspended situation and first with a few tugs on my cock set me slowly swinging. That clearly didn't do enough for Maggie's needs and soon she disappeared, returning soon after with the heavy wooden block that she proceeded to attach to my balls, with the help of some old nylons and a carabiner.  

Now this did seem to float Maggie's boat in terms of torturing her slave. With my pumped up hands safely secured to stop them wandering and the block swinging freely, a quick grab of either cock or balls had me swinging like a pendulum, or squalling like a wimp when she purposely dug her nails into my tender flesh. I have to say another thank you because every now and then I was granted another whiff of aroma from my Mistress. When I mentioned that the vibrating anal toy had stopped working she seemed to enjoy trying to kick start it with her boot. That didn't work and after a few more boots, acknowledged it was not going to restart. It turns out the anal zipper on my suit was so tight when I was in the harness that it was pressing on the on/off button which, of course turned it off!

Two final points I would like mention, one relevant to the opening comments about pee; when we emptied the rubber bag at the end, it was absolutely full to bursting and in fact resembled an over stuffed salami. I have no idea how I had managed to accumulate so much pee, especially as I hadn't consumed any fluid for 45 minutes prior to arrival. The second point relates to Mistress asking me to help her out of her catsuit when our session had ended. As I unzipped the back of the suit, I could see (and wished I could have tasted) the fine layer of perspiration that was covering that perfect back. I didn't dare touch but it certainly reinforced how much work Maggie had invested on her slave. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

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Another Major Milestone

I believe we reached and passed another major milestone in my quest to become as near a perfect slave to Mistress Maggie as I can achieve. I appreciate that what I am about to recount may appear arse before elbow so to speak, but for me the move to suggesting session content is a major, MAJOR shift in my relationship with my Mistress. In all the previous 198 sessions I have asked that Maggie has absolute carte blanch over what she wants to do with her slave and have marvelled at her imagination and ingenuity in each and every session. 

Today in our preliminary chat, I asked my owner the simple question.

‘What can I do to help become a better slave?’, and back came the equally simple response.

‘More input would be a help. Tell me what you want in a session slave.'

I appreciate that some may suggest that I should have been doing that for all our encounters as 'he who pays the piper....' but our relationship has never been in that plane. I thought about that a lot during this session as I had plenty of time 'in the dark' so to speak. Put simply, I now have the dilemma of suggesting some of my deeper thoughts and fantasies to the person who I know will attempt to put them into practice, or not as the case may be. Maggie will, as always, have the flexibility to do whatever she wants but knows I won’t be complaining if she reproduces my desires in our future sessions.

Today's session started in a normal manner and I had no inkling of the magnitude of what was about to happen to my mind and its commitment to my Mistress. I knew it would be a red latex day as the calling mail suggested I should bring my red catsuit, and it was likely that I would be in The Clinic because Maggie told me she alternates venues.

Maggie as always looked stunning in her flesh coloured catsuit that she had made herself, teamed with thigh length red vinyl boots, red waist cincher, a long cream apron (another of Maggie’s creations), topped off with a cream face hugging cowl and fair pony tail.

It was a hard thing not to bury my nose in those rather wonderful bum cheeks as we climbed the stairs to the playroom, with Maggie occasionally stopping abruptly on our ascent. Why was I that close? Well I really didn't want Maggie to trip on her flowing apron so I volunteered to hold it off the steps. 

With my red latex gloves on I was to proceed with the worshipful caressing of Mistress’ long shiny boots, then told to stand and don my red latex catsuit which had been nicely warming on the rubber bed and was prepped for the next stage: the anal invasion. Today, Mistress was going to insert her rather large electric anal plug which I've had the pulsating pleasure of wearing on a couple of occasions, but despite deployment of copious amounts of lube it was proving somewhat gruelling to install. Maggie as always, aware of those minor slave discomforts used my own pointier butt plug as a pathfinder for the heavy bomber. It has roughly the same girth when fully inserted but the crucial difference is that by being tapered it gently eases the muscles, whereas the electrode is a full on, cock shaped round ended large diameter... Anyway it worked, the electrode was in all the way to the hilt and most comfortable too.

Naturally, Maggie tested its effectiveness which led to some apprehension regarding the positioning of the toy, as surprisingly I was able to tolerate, even enjoy, the feeling right to the maximum 99 setting on the e-stim box! ‘That’s definitely not normal’ she said, and rather wisely decided not to leave it at max, just in case any movement gave a better electric circuit and all of a sudden the jolt sent me through the roof, if I wasn't strapped to the couch of course!

I was led, literally with Maggie's dog lead, through to the Clinic, where with a firm hand on my chest she pushed me towards the wall. The layout looked interesting with the head restrainer already attached to the couch. Although not unusual, the two intertwined bundles of white rope that also occupied the couch intrigued me, as Mistress would normally use the couch straps for restraint.

I was to remain standing as Mistress had me cross my arms with one wrist grabbing the other. The use for the ropes now became crystal clear. Maggie neatly wrapped one of the ropes several times around my lower forearms rendering them nothing more than an incumbrance. A little time was spent on the aesthetics of the situation, making sure as always that her slave looked pleasing to the eye. I of course stood there, a few inches from the face of my Goddess as I watched in awe at the power she held over this willing slave. It really is a wonder to behold to watch those beautiful eyes at close quarters as she concentrated on creating a neat white roped frontage. Once complete a second binding was made, allowing my arms to be rigidly attached at the chest.

Carefully, and with a steadying hand from Maggie I eased myself onto the middle of the couch placing my head into the head immobiliser to check position and comfort, then sat up to have my medicinal inhalation tubing installed. The last time Maggie had attempted to use a nasal cannula I got my breathing all wrong; I just couldn't master the art of in and out through my nose. Anyway, this time Maggie gave me strict instructions NOT to use my mouth and otherwise to breath normally. To help the cannula stay in position the tubes were looped behind both ears, under the chin and kept in position with surgical tape. It was comfortable to wear and easy to breathe with, even with my mouth firmly closed, and once Mistress was satisfied that I was managing the equipment satisfactorily, a suitable hood was the next stage of preparation.

Mistress chose the cream double walled hood. The perforations across the eyes do restrict vision considerably, but I have learned that with a slight move of the head I can catch the occasional glimpse of my Mistress. I always like to be able to see Maggie as she is such a stunning beauty, however, once my head was back in the vice, any movement was virtually impossible.

The cannula tube was fed through the zipped opening at the mouth and worked a treat for aroma delivery, all the while the steady, rhythmic pumping of the cannula pump maintained a regular flow of air to my nose. 

When it was time to take my medicine Maggie would warn me to breathe out, then a faint hiss followed as she squeezed the aromas bulb and the next breath I took provided a welcome infusion of relaxing vapours, delivered along with the fresh air. I am so pleased that I had successfully managed the cannula pump, it’s steady almost silent drone was as calming as the aromas it delivered, and certainly added to the all round ambience of my clinical treatment. 

Couch straps are never forgotten and Maggie was pulling them tight once again, to keep her patient where she wanted, with my head secured in the immobiliser, bound up at Maggie's mercy (or lack of).

Maggie brought out a bottle of cocoa butter and began applying it to my scrotal area; she says it is to make the area more pliable and stretchy to accommodate saline, whereas I just think it a wonderful experience having the very experienced hands of the perfect woman gently massaging my balls. Who knew I would ever love cocoa butter? - Simply heaven! 

I think I was in reasonably good books with my owner, as I had no difficulty with the cannula and didn't complain at all as she carefully inserted a different kind of cannula into my ball sac to proceed with the scrotal inflation. After a few moments when the saline was flowing steadily, Maggie closed the zip up on the front of the hood and I was plunged into darkness, although I wasn't. The hood obviously precludes any vision but the latex is thin enough to allow a strange and eerie cream light through. I could breathe easily so all was well in my very limited world. Every now and then Maggie would stroke a bit of her slave, dole out another puff of aromas, and with her latex gloved hands monitored the progress of my balls as they increased in size.

I wondered why Maggie had paid so much attention to sterilising and roping my cock and balls separately but found out when she inserted a needle at the end of the foreskin. I didn't know it at the time, but it wasn’t just my balls that would be receiving 500ml, she also had plans to inject two full syringes into the foreskin and now informed me, ‘You will feel a little prick!’

A second saline line went into my scrotum as the original was starting to drip a little slowly and once inserted Maggie sounded overjoyed with the flow levels once again. Of course, I couldn't see my owners reaction to the two separate inflations, but I did hear that delightful laugh as Maggie commented on how... odd... my groin area looked. It had obviously  tickled her fancy and that was music to my ears.

A big laugh for my Mistress!

Some may think it odd that being restrained on a couch with limited cream vision, with my head rigidly held, and having two simultaneous saline infusions to my nether regions would have me deliriously happy with my situation, but I was. The solitude gave me time to reflect on my new promise to Maggie; to provide her with some ideas for future sessions, and I had come up with a couple of general ideas one of which I articulated when the hood front was unzipped. 'How about total rubber isolation where I was standing in several layers of latex...' That seemed to do the trick as Maggie was already indicating some of the 'add ons' that she could do to her slave. Oh well, it’s out in the open now, Maggie will have a field day and there is no way that I can complain.

The session wasn't yet over, as I was released from the head harness with instructions to shuffle so my arse was over the end of the couch and my legs were raised high in the stirrups. That can only mean one thing. Mistress would allow me the privilege of a good pegging. Out came the butt plug that had been keeping me company since the Playroom insertion, Maggie stood by me donning her strap on, the couch was adjusted to the right height and... no more embellishment. As Maggie had the electric box handy, in went an electrode down my cock and away it went. Pulse pulse pulse.  

In went Mistress' strap on and I enjoyed such a fantastic experience. My ginormous inflated balls were bouncing up and down and being slapped by Maggie as she pounded my arse, the electrified sound was zinging deep inside me, my inflated foreskin seemed to be gripping and sucking the sound further inside and although I only had perforated vision of my Mistress I thought I was in heaven with Maggie as my angel. Well, I thought I had cum; all my body said I had cum and gave me the signs that I once again had ejaculated, yet strangely, Mistress said there were no external signs of any dribbling.

I hope I hadn't disappointed Mistress Maggie by not squirting my juices all over, but on the positive side no mess to have to clean up. I do know that some of my fantasies are inappropriate, against the Rules and will never be attainable, but it doesn't stop those thoughts. After all, a red blooded slave can dream.

Another Red Letter Day

Ten years ago, almost to the day (28th September 2011), I was lucky enough to be accepted as a trainee to Mistress Maggie. Since that time I have learned far more about serving a beautiful Mistress than I learnt in all my previous 59 years. After today’s session I have completed 192 exceptionally enjoyable experiences, forever learning how to become a better slave to my Mistress. I don't think I can have really displeased her despite making a few monumental gaffs, if that were the case I’m sure I would have been kicked out long ago, but instead I still find myself regularly in her presence and eternally grateful for the help and understanding from a beautiful person who I can call a dear friend.

My stunningly attractive Mistress of 10 years!

Perhaps I should move onto the ten year celebratory session. The only hint of what was to happen today was a quick line in an e-mail saying, ‘Bring your red catsuit and accessories’.  That is probably the most non-committal calling mail that Maggie has ever penned. I am a bit of an arse licker and sometimes quite literally I am pleased to say, so today I came armed with a bottle of red wine and, of course, a bunch of red roses to match the instructions as to what I should bring. 

I had hoped that Mistress would be pleased when she opened the door, I would present her with her gifts and she would usher me in to the Chambers, but alas Mistress needed to stand at a distance and point at my face. Bo****ks!!!, I had forgotten my mask and I knew that was disappointing to Mistress as she is serious about the safety and had explicitly instructed me to wear one. After a  temperature check, a dollop of hand sanitiser and confirmation that the RLFT I had undertaken this morning had shown zero health issues I was able to follow my mentor in latex up to The Playroom. What a beautiful sight that was. Mistress neck to toe in her shiny black latex catsuit and buckled up body harness, topped off with a red hood. Today was definitely going to be another red letter day in my experiences as her slave in training.

My red catsuit was laid out on the bed while I adjourned to the bathroom, returning in my ensemble of red latex socks and gloves and with my red butt plug in hand. It didn’t stay in hand for long though, Mistress soon took charge of it and had it secreted deep in the bowels of a very eager slave. You may remember last session Mistress allowed me some bottom worship as a treat, but today I was back to a really good long boot worship. Mmmm, lick, lick, lick!

Sliding into my red catsuit was relatively easy, in fact very easy with Maggie’s assistance. On examining the silhouette of her freshly rubberised slave Mistress used her crop to outline my spare tyre, commenting that ‘You should lose this’. I do know I am a little portly in that area but the suit fitted so easily and...  Anyway, I think I made a passable rubber slave to my rubber Mistress, the zips had worked perfectly sealing me and my butt plug inside, and I stood ready with hands behind, awaiting instruction.

But next came a necessary formality. Mistress slapped two drinking flutes and a small bottle of bubbly on the table. ’To celebrate our 10th anniversary slave. Are you going to pour?’ A photo was taken for posterity. We toasted to the past, the present and the future and I hoped that Mistress would grant me many many more sessions in her company.

It soon became clear that Mistress was going to be guiding me forward into the future by my nipples! I had been fortunate that since she had reopened after lockdown, my nipples, apart from the odd tweak had remained relatively unscathed. No longer. Maggie fixed her good old reliable clover clamps onto my nipples and took great pleasure in telling me not to get too close as she took hold of the chain and led me through to the White Room. I mean, what could I do? I love being close to Mistress and following closely would allow the chain to hang loose. Win win, or so I thought. But no, Maggie always has a reason, and why not get the slave to self inflict his nipple pain by saying. ‘Not too close slave!'

Once in the White Room I was ordered onto the couch: on my knees with bum in the air giving more chance for those nip clamps to hurt and dangle. But the main reason was so Mistress could whizz out my butt plug, then one by one install a string of 4 large anal beads. That did a real fine job of filling me up. Before I could get up I received a safety reminder from Mistress. ‘Don’t forget to get off the couch in the middle slave’. And so I slid off very carefully. The couch itself is extremely stable, but the extension is just an add-on. A slave of my weight trying to alight in the wrong place might result in a tippled couch, a damaged couch, a damaged slave, but much, much worse an angry Mistress.

With my arms crossed over my chest I was now being confined in a red rubber straitjacket, and was made to stand aside like a skittle pin while Mistress draped a sheet of chlorinated rubber over the couch for me to luxuriate on while I received treatment. At this point I had no idea what treatment Mistress had planned. During my 10 years of service to Maggie I have had no qualms about her having a free reign on my anatomy, so far I have only ever received treatments that make me feel wonderful by a superb rubber nurse. At least the nipple clamps were removed for this and with my arms and straitjacket covering them there was no prospect of any further nipple 'exercise'.

The smooth latex gloves that Mistress was using to stroke her rubber patient began wandering towards my crotch and the zip opened. My cock and balls were carefully lifted to the outside, where in order to keep everything in full working order my balls were fixed in a good tight rope tourniquet. My legs were strapped together with the red strap set that Mistress had created in lockdown. Now I understood the purpose of the rope, as Maggie retrieved the electric cock and ball crusher that she and her husband had made and began threading my tethered genitals through the hole in the backplate.

A nice touch were the prism glasses that Maggie allowed me to wear so that I could get the best view of myself being tortured. They provide a good view downwards, the only drawback being that with my arms tightly confined across my chest I could only just see most of what was going on below. I could only feel as Maggie arranged my man bits on the backplate and with the Perspex top plate placed on top went on to make a sandwich of them. However, I could see clearly when Maggie systematically tightened each wing nut on the device as my man bits were slowly transformed into three fairly flat pancakes: a bit like tightening the wheel nuts on the car; a little turn on this side, another turn on the opposite side ... etc

Still observing through my prism glasses I watched Maggie attaching several pairs of electric cables that would soon be feeding me some interesting 'sensations'. Either as a precaution against my too loud screaming, or maybe because she just could, a red rubber ball gag was forced into my mouth and tightly fixed. As an aside, I think the gag may have been damaged because I did manage to bite through the strap at some point, but Maggie wasn't phased: off she went and returned with a new gag strap, which I couldn't bite through this time! Mistress was taking no chance of me ending the session by getting off the couch and walking off as she securely strapped me to the couch with the robust clinic straps. 

I did think this was a little overkill. I was already strait-jacketed and my legs strapped together, but it’s well known that it makes my owner happy to see her slave nicely tucked up and securely restrained. And maybe I was being a little premature with my thoughts, after all my shock treatment was still undetermined, I didn't know what level of torture my cock and balls were about to receive and a little extra restraint may well keep me on the couch. The stimulus started at a relatively gentle level and it soon became very tolerable, even verging on pleasant. At that point Mistress decided to balance out the pain and pleasure in her favour, upping the anti and ramping up the power. Almost intolerable for a while but you get used to it.

And so it went on, upping the power bit by bit and every now and then rattling her fingers on the e-stim machine just to add to my enjoyment! To add insult to injury, not only was the power upped, but the space for my tortured cock and balls was occasionally decreased. Not too much at a time to cause that really painful squashed ball ache, but sufficient that I ended up with a very flat cock and pancakes instead of nice, round, egg shaped balls. It's all in a days work pleasing Mistress and of course I love it.

A final act of kindness towards her rubber slave involved a hood that I recognised from when I’d helped Maggie do some chlorinating. However it had received a couple of additions since I last saw it; nasal tubes had been added and a rebreather bag. When I asked why it had no eyeholes, Mistress said that was to keep it airtight! It certainly did that all right. With the help of lube on the nostril tubing it was fitted on me nose tubes first, and to Mistresses delight I successfully wore and used it properly with a rebreathe bag for 5-6 minutes. 8cm of tubes were inserted in each nostril and as a first attempt it was most 'interesting'. 

One strange sensation using the hood was when the rebreather bag was operational and I breathed out quickly. Being a rebreather itself, the whole hood acted like a balloon and the air gently escaped around the nasal tubing. The nose tubes fitted well in the reinforced holes, but because they were a push fit and not sealed in place, the pressurised air was able to drain away from the inflated hood. But I really love being a test dummy for my Mistresses experiments. I enjoy the trust from Mistress that she knows she can try anything without too many complaints.

When the session was over there was one little action that I like to do myself. To remove the string of 4 anal balls and I would recommend this to all slaves in a similar predicament for a couple of reasons -

1) despite your best attempts at clearing your bowels before session, the anal balls penetrate very deeply into a well lubricated sphincter and this can result in a 'messy' situation. Squat over the toilet bowl as you slowly remove each ball and thoroughly clean up afterwards 

2) Mistress really has enough cleaning to do after a good session and it would be totally rude to add to her workload by depositing a load of pooh everywhere.

As I said at the start, this was our 10th anniversary session and Mistress Maggie certainly made it a day to remember. Thank you Mistress for a truly electrifying red letter day.

An Unexpected Welcome

After 188 remarkable sessions Mistress Maggie is still able to stop me in my tracks with a truly unexpected experience, and this time it was outside the Chambers before I had even entered heaven. A little background to the start of the session might help and a glance at the calling mail I had received -  

‘Your Mistress will be taking you for a walk on the wild side and you will be excused for wondering whether it will be in or outdoors, either way it will be a journey well suited for a sucker for rubber.’

OK, on its own not a particularly unique call, but it did contain a lot of things for me to think about. When I rang Mistress to confirm my attendance I asked if it would be OK to arrive in my latex trench coat, because the weather forecast was for heavy thundery downpours and I do have to walk part of the way. The request was happily received by Maggie.

I parked up, donned my trench coat and hat and set off at a slow amble as I had ample time and it was no longer raining. As I sauntered towards the Chambers, across the street I caught sight of one helluva beautiful lady, her black ponytail wafting over what appeared to be a superb looking PVC mac. Now normally I take no notice of women in the street as I only have eyes for my Mistress, so I was disturbed by this fatal attraction to this stunning raven haired beauty. On a double take and a few steps closer, I realised why I was so drawn to this mysterious beauty dressed in PVC. It was Mistress who had actually come out to greet her slave. There, on the other side of the road with a radiant smile was Maggie. I crossed and we chatted like two old friends that I believe we are, as we entered her Chambers by the front door.

After the sensible temperature check and hand gelling I followed Mistress upstairs, which allowed be to examine her PVC mac at close quarters. It was a black and clear check and underneath I got the faintest glimpse of what I thought was a latex skirt and top. Oh well, I would have to wait to get the full details.

Mistress gave me my dressing instructions and I was soon changed into my latex socks and gloves, and slipped into my lighter weight latex suit. Mistress completed my dressing by slipping a black latex hood over my face and topping it off with my regulation slave collar. Oh I nearly forgot, Mistress also had me bend over the bed to slip my butt plug relatively easily into my butt. I say relatively easily because I am sure my rectum has become a little rusty after 15 months of almost total inactivity. Ah rusty rectum: That could be another nom de plume for this anonymous slave!

Today I was to lick Mistresses nylon covered legs and she lounged on the rubber bed ready for me to begin. Another change from the norm as I am usually instructed to worship footwear and only footwear. Now, the medical definition of leg is ... either of the two lower human limbs that extend from the top of the thigh to the foot.. so you can imagine my thoughts. Perhaps investigate a little higher above the knee!! But only until Mistress abruptly reminded me of her definition ‘…and especially the part between the knee and the ankle slave’.  Oh well, after half a dozen thwacks with Maggie's crop for burrowing under her skirt to higher places, I then concentrated on licking and kissing below the knee and nursing a cropped arse for my improper actions.  However, those same improper actions did confirm my suspicions, that Maggie was clad in latex underneath her raincoat.

It is an unusual sensation licking nylon, it does a good job of drying your tongue, but I was given plenty of time to enjoy the new sensation before Mistress whispered ‘Enough’ and had me roll on my back on the bed. My wrists were pinioned to the bed head then Mistress proceeded to retrieve some very heavy, rattly equipment from next to her Throne. With my limited vision I could tell it was the metal humbler that locks in place. Obviously that was a little 'rusty' too as the key was very tight and unable to undo the lock. ‘It’s no good, I shall have to fix it’, said Maggie, and after a few expletive descriptive comments off she went leaving me secured to the bed head. I lay there and just thought wonderful thoughts about Mistress. Maggie was much happier when she returned. 'WD40 to the rescue and the key now works’. What a relief, I could now have that heavy humbler locked on my balls. Oh deep joy!!!

I have worn this beastie several times and we have developed a successful method for deploying it; easy for both slave and Mistress. Mistress lays all the pieces out on a white towel and assembles the humbler to the front, locks it in place and then all that is required is for me to gingerly raise one leg to place one arm of the humbler against my buttock cheek and then VERY gingerly open my legs as wide as I can and ease the other bar behind my other buttock, et voila. A locked humbler is now in place against both buttock cheeks and don't try to stand upright because the grip on your balls is now truly effective and the humbler starts to do what it says on the can. 

Mistress always thinks of the welfare of her slaves and reaching over she tossed the Playrooms knee pads over, I gratefully attached them and knelt in front of her on all fours waiting for further instructions. Since my last wearing Mistress has created a leather harness that is more aesthetically pleasing and also keeps the humbler very firmly in place. A few nuts were being tightened here and there, especially those that made the pointy metal teeth start nibbling at my balls, it also felt like Maggie had managed to adjust the harness so that my cock was pointing straight down! 

Once satisfied with the humbler’s adjustments, Maggie attached a lead and off we went. She likes to keep me very close to her right thigh when I’m being walked and as always it was a pleasant experience, because when she paused to open the Playroom door I was able to snuggle against that wonderful mac and thigh. Off to the bathroom, another pause, another snuggle as Mistress took on board a glass of water and I was offered a sip too. The next thing to be offered to me was rather more disturbing: a delightfully fresh looking nettle sprig with a pre-prepared foil handle was collected from the windowsill, I did not need to use too much imagination to guess how it would be used. Back to the Playroom and time for a playful game of sting! sting! sting! Surprisingly, despite how tenderised Maggie had managed to get my balls, application of the nettle twig was actually most arousing. 

It has taken ten annual nettle seasons to reach this fantastic point in my urtica dioica training, where several gentle strokes can actually have me wanting more! What has Maggie done to my cock and balls? They are so attuned to pleasing Mistress that even the sting of the nettles brings sweet, tingly, very pleasant sensations.

Off for another walk to the bedroom now, with a few sniffs of shoes there, and I think Mistress was feeling a little sadistic at that point because with the nettles now giving me pleasure she chose to sting me with the riding crop she was carrying instead. I was subjected to 6 crop strokes, each one landing firmly on my already compromised balls, but I was happy because it obviously made Mistress happy. A few more nettle strokes then back to The Playroom for the humbler to be rotated back onto my stomach, unlocked and finally removed. That was truly a walk on the wild side and I hope pleasing for Mistress.

Before I knew it my butt plug was also being removed, to be replaced by a slightly smaller cordless model with vibrating action that Maggie switched to high and zipped back in place. Now was the time to slither into the vacbed which had been taking up a large and prominent position on the floor. Mistress was ready to apply wire electro cock loops to my cock, but a quick examination determined that it wasn’t up for standing to attention, so stick on electro pads seemed a better idea. Maggie twiddled her buttons. ‘Can you feel this circuit in your cock slave?’ Ahhh! Yes, my cock Mistress. ‘And can you feel this circuit in your balls slave?’ Ahhh!, Yes Mistress, definitely in my balls. ‘In that case we can commence’. It was then that the mac came off and revealed Maggie in her stunning latex skater skirt combination. 

One thing to remember before getting into the vacbed is that metal, buckles or sharp objects could potentially damage the latex, so off came the harness and my slave collar and I gently slid in through the side opening.

Once inside I could place my head on the wedge shaped pillow that Maggie had thoughtfully placed in the bag to add a little extra support for what may be a long stay. She explained how she would be trying out a new modified method for aroma delivery and I needed to place a face mask across my nose and make sure the mask spout was aligned with the hole in the vac bag. All went well and I relaxed as I felt Mistress attach a pipe connector to the end of the protruding mask spout and screwed on the breathplay parts she had chosen for the day. Everything was sounding good and I was breathing easily.

For a moment it seemed like I may have to forego being sealed inside the vacbed as I detected a tone of annoyance in Mistress’ voice. ‘Where is that bl***y tube?’, she said. The tube is required to seal the vacbed, and being black in a predominantly black environment was making itself very hard to detect! Fortunately Maggie did manage to win the game of hide and seek, finding the tube located down the back of the latex covered bed and I was thankfully back on route to rubber heaven.

The vacbed was sealed and we were off. The familiar drone of the pump lasted for a while with nothing appearing to happen, then as more of the air was sucked out and the rubber began tightening around me I noticed a sensation not noted on previous vacuuming sessions. In the final few seconds before complete compression, the latex starts to feel cooler and then you are in; stuck and breathing through the new equipment. Through the smoky semi transparent haze of the vac bag I could vaguely see the rhythmic fluctuation of a rebreather bag and then Mistress gave me a couple of puffs on the aroma delivery system.

It is a rare thing to be given aromas without some kind of added sensation, and true to form Mistresses sadistic streak surfaced and the electrics ramped up to just below unbearable. That's where I stayed for a good long while, unable to move any distance yet able to flex bits of body.

The relentless electrics, the vibrations up 'ol rusty’, the gentle caresses from my rubber clad Mistress gliding over my super tight bondage situation, intermingled with the occasional whiff of aroma had the inevitable effect and I exploded inside the vacbed. I didn't expect that result but obviously Mistress was somewhat pleased that her innovative modified breathing system had worked to the extent of forcing a hand free orgasm. 

By the time Mistress thought I had had enough I was truly knackered; far more drained than on any other vac'ing session and it took me a while to extricate myself. Again, care is required when clambering out. If you rush there is a chance of damaging the vac bag, so softly softly.

As this was the first attempt at the new breathing system, Mistress asked for feedback. There were only a few comments that I thought appropriate: bloody fantastic, an excellent breathing system but when Maggie asked me to secure the breathing mask at the start, I should have made sure it was high enough on the bridge of my nose to allow unfettered nasal breathing. I received the effects of the aromas but part of their appeal is the smell as it is drunk in.

Thank you to Mistress Maggie for once again trusting me to trial her new ideas and thanks for another wonderful and tiring session. 

Your faithful slave 'ol rusty rectum’.

Cane Again

I am probably not the brightest of slaves and I am certainly not the best of slaves but what I can offer to Mistress Maggie is absolute loyalty, commitment and obedience. Today I was left marveling at how far Mistress has brought me in my role as her slave, when I accepted it as perfectly normal that I was to receive 6 cane strokes. Mistress had merely posted a note on the bathroom wall next to a bottle of my talc depicting a cane and 6*. I wasn't sure why, but it is rare for me to be caned unless I need to learn a lesson. That is my life and I totally accepted that I would receive 6 of the best.

Knocking at the Playroom door I immediately found myself inserted into a rather fetching black latex hood and my attention directed towards Maggie's boots. Mistress had given her figure the Midas touch, the latex catsuit and matching boots that so seductively adorned her beautiful body were made of a magnificent gold, and with instruction, my tongue was put to work to give her boots additional shine.

It didn't take long for me to be told why I was to receive the 6 strokes. That bottle of talcum powder belonged to me and I had left it there after my last session . . .  and on quite a few other occasions as well, I'm afraid to say. Despite Mistress persistently reminding me to take my talcum home I have to admit to forgetting it. ‘How many times have I told you that I have no need for your cheap talc? Lets see if my smoked dragon can instil that fact into your thick skull slave’. Fortunately, it was my fat arse rather than my cranium that received its attention. Face down on the latex bed and a few swishes to set the tone then thwack 'One. Thank you Mistress' Thwack, 'Two. Thank you Mistress' . . . until all six were safely counted across my backside. I deserved it and we moved on.

I must have lost a bit more weight because I climbed easily into my working latex catsuit. Again I was pleased as Mistress congratulated me getting dressed in record time. High praise indeed and one any dedicated slave lives for. My bum was then given different attention after the caress of the cane in the form of a remote vibrating butt plug. Bending over, down went my bum zip, on went the condom and in went the plug, much to Mistresses amusement as I started twitching as soon as the vibes started.

However, I wouldn’t be wriggling for too long, I might be twitching a lot but wriggling was definitely out  as I was about to be the subject of Maggie’s tape mummification, wound up tightly and suspended on her plank! Standing to attention, roughly in the centre of the Playroom I received a quick but thorough application of clingfilm that had me feeling nicely cocooned inside the wrapping.

A useful tip here is to stand with your feet at 10 to 2. This will give you the maximum stability as Maggie winds the wrap round and round. Don't think though that you remain with this much freedom as your legs will be taped together later. It is important for Mistress to get a good film base, otherwise when tape is applied there is the distinct likelihood that you will end up with tape marks on the latex. Maggie is of course an expert in mummification and the heavy industrial tape was applied in winds of overlapping layers, then hand smoothed all over. Its a nice feeling having a beautiful woman's hands running over your taped torso.

Maggie's aim was to mummify me standing up because it is far easier to apply both film and tape with a vertical slave, with me transplanted into a corner she could then set up the plank, complete the mummification and whisk me off my feet; well hoist the plank on the overhead and then... Well, the first part went well and I was even able to waddle to lean against the Cell door as Maggie constructed the Plank, that is the advantage of 10 to 2 feet you can actually waddle duck like. Mistress cut the film at knee level to allow me to bend them and I managed to ease myself onto the Plank roughly where Maggie instructed.

Things then got trickier and two things happened. Firstly if you have ever tried sitting down whilst filmed and taped, you’ll know that it’s not at all easy to bend your middle to maintain a sitting position. Mistress only allows deliberate hurt when she is in control and so I felt really sorry for her as she attempted to aid this lump of a slave on to the plank without inadvertently hurting myself. Once I had been guided into a lying position there was a sigh of relief from Maggie before she instructed me to reposition myself so as to even up the weight distribution.

Secondly, cling film, tape and a varnished plank do an excellent job of sticking together. It took some effort, but using a strange snake-like motion I managed to wiggle down the planks’ length one small inch at a time. That really got my sweat glands working and I was happy just to lie there and rest while Mistress gathered some bits and pieces.

So far so good, but the wrapping was not quite  complete. Maggie finished with a layer of film and I became one with the plank. Rather than wrap my head in film and tape I was to wear the tusk mask; a nice touch that allows aspects of both breath control and nectar drinking, though today the mask was chosen for easy administration of aromas.

But for Maggie's quick reactions things could have ended up a little topsy turvy as she attached the chains and started the lift. Raising the plank one end at a time I was suspended in all my duct tape and plastic around two feet from terra firm, thereafter  with every extra pull on the ropes I gently started to capsize, a bit like a ship that had just been torpedoed. ‘Hmmm, Mistress I feel like I am tippling over…’

I honestly found it quite funny, of course I was safely plasticked to the plank and wouldn’t fall off it whatever way up is was. You would certainly find it hard writing a script for our capsizing scene! Fortunately Maggie took charge and lowered both ends before I totally turned turtle. We assumed that it was a problem with weight centering and I have certainly more than enough weight to centre!

As I really couldn't move an inch to re-balance the plank the suspension was abandoned and I ended up cut free and safely on the floor, still rigidly cocooned but stable. Unperturbed, Mistress rolled me over where she wanted me and carried on with her plans. The tough tape was again smoothed of any wrinkles that I had created in my unbalanced state followed by the sound of snipping scissors. Maggie set about cutting out my cock and balls, not literally thank goodness, that will probably form some future amusement for Mistress, but the tape surrounding that area. That was a relief to get some cool air on at least a small area of my otherwise very warm taped body, and I was left there cocooned on the floor for quite some time.

Eventually Mistress reappeared and the clattering steel tray she was carrying awakened me from my slumber. I could see her gold figure towering over me as she began pumping a potion of intoxicating aromas into my mask. Naturally, when she moved lower down my body I couldn't see, but I could feel Mistress applying a cage then the tightening of the clamps round my balls. Time for more aromas I think as the threaded bars began clutching my balls really tight. With her normal sense of humour, Mistress said I was benefiting from a few steel ornaments. I knew better. My balls were being crushed by the metal restraints.

I will probably wish I hadn't said this, but the feeling of physical contact and a little discomfort was a relief after being wrapped up like a parcel. I still couldn't see what was happening down below, but Mistress kindly took time to show me the very long ribbed sound through the tusk mask lenses. It slid in easily through the central hole in the cock cage and disappeared all the way down the centre of my cock.

I really could not work out the very strange, very pleasant sensations that followed and were accompanied by a metallic rattling sound. I thought it maybe Maggie running a vibrator over the cage, cock and embedded sound. It was of course Maggie gently withdrawing and reinserting the ribbed sound and the rattle was the noise as it contacted the central hole in the cock cage.

What a finish. Mistress retrieved her Hitachi wand and started firstly playing with my cock, then once more coming into view above me  she pleasured herself through her tight latex. By now she had removed the tusk mask and straddled my head as she continued to allow the wand to work its magic. I lay there in total wonderment to see Mistress play with the wand before opening her zip and allowing a stream of refreshment enter my mouth. All the while the vibrating butt plug had been doing its duty, out of sight but not out of mind.

Thank you Mistress Maggie. I don't think I would have escaped that mummification unaided.

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Black Gold

Today was an honorary Friday. The observant among you will have noticed that 99% of the sessions I have with Mistress Maggie do occur on Fridays, a ritual which dates back to when I was working and finished early on Friday’s. I could have a marvellous session then a wonderfully relaxing weekend knowing that Maggie had finished her working week as well and could similarly relax. Tomorrow, Mistress would be away, so Thursday became our Friday!

My all black water goddess

This second session of the 20's, my 181st with my superb Mistress, started with the vision of an all black, latex covered goddess, and when I say all black I mean from head to toe, from fingertips to fingertips Maggie looked like shimmering shining liquid oil. The dim light in the hallway played across every latex curve and acted like a mirror across her tight latex bottom, I edged as close as I dared to that wonderful rear as we climbed the stairs to the Playroom. Not too close but what a stunning view!

I instantly obeyed the instructions to change into socks and gloves, kneel in front of my owner, willingly accept a latex hood and happily worship her calf length boots. As an illustration as to the excellent training I have received, as I was worshipping her footwear Mistress gently cropped my cheeks and in a seamless action had my arse lubricated and butt plug inserted while I was still kissing her big toe. 'I would like you in black latex', she said, and with a total lack of ceremony or fuss my working suit was talced and I was in. Once more I was happily cocooned inside my rubber skin.

Neither did it take long for Mistress to position the toilet box and suggest it would be an excellent idea for me to slide under the pan and prepare for a nice long drink. Mistress clearly knows my thoughts or how else would she know I was a little dehydrated.

The toilet box was fitted with the latex funnel rather than direct delivery into my mouth, meaning I would not be performing as her toilet, but more like her personal drain. The downside to this is that all that was visible as Mistress descended and the nectar flowed was the dark shadow and the feint image of the pool of pee as it filled the rubber funnel shaped chamber. Without prompting, I had already placed the tube in my mouth and gladly sucked up all the considerable contents of Maggie's very full bladder.

With my thirst quenched and the toilet box tidied away my black goddess fitted me into two leather body harnesses, tightening them until I was very snugly restrained behind the leather and beckoned me to follow her into the Clinic. I really cannot do justice to the description of my black-gold goddess... You need to experience the thrill in person to understand how I felt and how much I rely on Maggie to help me improve my servitude.

On entering the Clinic more polished black latex greeted me. Mistress had completely rubberised the operating couch, transforming the grey leather of the couch into a sea of shimmering black, shiny latex that perfectly matched my Mistresses outfit. Maggie had gone to town today with latex. It was everywhere. I was now covered in the wonderful material and it wasn't too long until I had it filling my insides, covering my cock and in fact I was just becoming a rubber toy for my Mistress. Oh I do love that feeling. Mistress was covered in the marvellous material and now I was to lay on a super soft bed of it. I said this was going to be my best decade ever!

Mistress carefully chose the panoramic gas mask so that I could gaze at my Black Beauty. The straps were tightened to their maximum and another open face hood sealed the lot to my head which was now in three layers of tight rubber. The feelings that generated were enhanced by the fact that I had superb vision of my owner; perhaps a little scary with her totally encased as well, but it was a wonderful feeling. A little talc inside the inflatable mitts and they slid easily over my hands and I knew to clench the fists inside the glove rendering my hands totally useless once Maggie had finished pumping them up.

Maybe it is part of Maggie's longer term plan to increase the intensity of my training in the 20's, because the mitts were definitely pumped up harder than last decade. The consequence of my ball hands was that although I could get them round to stroke Mistresses rear, I had no tactile feedback. Still I suppose that again is part of the direction I wish to travel, where it pleases Maggie and I suppose that lack of feedback is Maggie's way of enhancing my frustration that builds throughout every session. Though at times and without warning, Mistress does devote time to caressing her rubberised slave as she floats about her Clinic. Those wonderfully sensual caresses can be like a very pleasant electric shock; It makes me feel so alive.

Unfortunately, for me anyway, the panoramic did not last forever. It is not set up to accommodate a re-breather bag, so when Mistress wanted me puffing on my own air the mask was changed for something that had been modified for the job; a GP5 gas mask. With a couple of turns of her wrist Mistress had her wish and the rebreathe bag became my air source.

The GP5 has a more traditional aspect of two small windows on the world, but fortunately it didn't prevent my vision unduly, ensuring that the awe, wonderment, longing and feelings for my Mistress continued to mount. At this stage with my triple hoods and thick working suit I was getting a little warm and I really felt for my Mistress who was doing all the hard work and still wearing her total latex outfit, including that sensational hood. Alas, those were the only feelings for my Mistress that I was allowed, as by now my wrists had been attached to the stout leather harness.

It was now time to find out why I was wearing the second harness below the waist. Mistress opened my cock zip and made certain that the horny thing that sprang out was passed through the harness ring, then began stretching and dressing it in rubber in the form of an open ended sheath round my now exposed and not so private parts.

Maggie's attention moved southwards where two further items of rubber were to be introduced into our playtime. The first was an innocuous looking dildo - well within my capabilities I thought, except the damn thing was inflatable! I was already well stretched and oiled having been wearing my red plug since the start of the session, and when this was eased out it was a relatively easy matter to slip in the inflatable and start pumping away.

Having inflated latex up your bum is a strange sensation. It feels far less intimidating than the solid dildo's, as is only to be expected as it’s much like a balloon. Maggie played with it for quite a long time, pushing it in and pulling it out. I could feel it compressing when it entered, moving about inside and shaping into whatever hole it was filling. Even with the pump still pumping, the dildo is not uncomfortable, although because of its slight pear shape when inflated, if it is left unattended even momentarily it does have a tendency to be expelled with an embarrassing plop and go bouncing off around the Clinic!

My anal experiences were not yet over, to keep me truly stuffed with rubber a large and somewhat familiar ribbed plug was gently eased home. I have been filled with this very big plug in the past, but Mistress had chosen to abandon it because there is no appreciable flange to hold it in place and consequently it would sneak out while Mistress was not looking. Maggie was not going to allow it liberty on her new floor covering today, and so it was gently pushed home, zipped in and buckled in place behind the leather harness. 'That should keep it in’.

The final part of today's latex extravaganza naturally turned to my cock and balls. After all, Mistress uses them for her amusement, and so far they had done nothing except luxuriate within the confines of the rubber sheath. Out came the bondage board and the electro kit for a little more 'sizzling enjoyment'; not sure if that was Maggie's enjoyment or mine!

Anyway, my cock and balls appeared to take um-bridge at being left until last and went as flat as a pancake, well almost. That definitely didn't please Mistress but a few firm slaps and some coaxing had the little fella standing to reasonable attention, only to be immediately grabbed and roped down like a steer. Electrodes round its neck and electrodes round its belly made it tickle and flinch with the electric pulses, and I was left being tickled and shocked accompanied by a big grin from my Mistress.

That would normally be the end of the session but I was so honoured to be asked to help Mistress with her un-rubbering. I know from pleasant experiences that after a good session I need help getting out of the hot sticky latex suit, and boy was this a good session. Today Maggie had the same sticky problem, so with trembling fingers I very carefully unzipped her black latex hood to reveal Mistresses beautiful but a little damp face. Then I was needed to unzip her tight latex outfit and help her to extract her arms. That was as far as I was needed, but I got a rare glimpse of Maggie's perfectly smooth and simply beautiful bare back and I actually felt that I had been able to do something to help Mistress and be a proper slave.

I loved every rubbery minute and the sight of Mistress Maggie in her all black latex attire was simply mind-blowing. Thank you Mistress.

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Too Much Latex?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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