Showing posts with label dental. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dental. Show all posts

Friday 7 February 2020

Exam Time

I believe that I am falling deeper and deeper under the spell of Mistress Maggie. As I enter The Chambers, gone are the nervous tingles that occasionally showed themselves last decade as I approached the outer door, only to be replaced by the need to enter and serve. I wear my slave collar openly, although I do respect Mistresses request for discretion in her outside environs but once inside...  I am relaxed in Mistresses company and all I ask is that I can serve.

However, I am still a red blooded male and Maggie certainly has the ability to make my blood boil. I walk behind those glorious latex covered legs and get that familiar urge just to touch... but my training has been good and thorough and I touch when asked, in fact I react only when instructed to react by Mistress.

The gentle cropping that my backside received as I was worshipping her boots may have been a little more firm than last decade, with the occasional splat aimed across the balls, but everything is designed to improve my value as a slave.

And what a fortunate slave I was in today's session. I was to be allowed to be one of the first recipients of Maggie's new inflatable rubber helmet.

Firstly though, I was quickly into my plum suit and was pleased that I surprised Mistress by climbing in, zipping up and standing to attention without any assistance. Oh, but the polishing is always a delight. Maggie polishes all over; shoulder, arms, hands, legs and more intimate places that always excite this latex covered male.

Once in the suit and fitted with my butt plug I was introduced to the new hood that had recently been so enticingly announced on Maggie's twitter feed. Easy to get my head into, very comfortable to wear and incredibly stimulating when fully pumped up. Today would be without the gag but in return, Mistress expected me to provide honest feedback on how it felt.

Well, my feedback was a little embarrassing to say the least. I was trussed like a chicken with the hessian ropes and hung almost off the ground from the ceiling ring. As I wobbled about like a skittle a more serious whipping ameliorated by the occasional puff of aromas had me glad of the rope suspension. Rather embarrassingly I came, there in the middle of the Playroom. Mistress wasn't at all pleased, but in my defence that was the only feedback I could give as I was so excited by the situation, and it didn't really help that Mistress had lubed up my cock and balls and was merrily playing a tattoo on my manly bits!

This wasn't going to detract from Maggie's intention of carrying out my regular routine dental check-up and I was de-hooded in preparation for the Clinic. That was a real shame, but it would be impossible to examine my gnashers with them sealed inside that wonderful rubber creation.

Strapped down in the dentist’s chair I was left listening to a dental presentation on the radio while Maggie slipped into the stunning white latex medical gown that she’d made, and I just gazed at the beauty that was about to invade my oral cavity once more. I like being able to say that Mistress has invaded all my cavities and in fact she has the freedom to go wherever her mood takes her. Today it was the mouth.

Time for a little relaxing aroma to calm the patient. I wasn't about to say no but I am generally very calm in Maggie's presence with or without aromas. She does have that effect on this slave. After all, I have nothing to worry about and trust my Mistress to do whatever she wishes. This time the aroma delivery was coming from the gas station and being fed through by the simple anaesthesia face mask; easy to hold in place and remove when ready. It is not as intense as the inflatable hood I wore earlier but far more practical for climbing onto the molars.

It is quite strange and weirdly relaxing to be strapped to the couch and being administered to by a very beautiful lady. The situation is made more bizarre by the white latex mask she was wearing. I could gaze through my perspex eyepiece and I could see clearly just Maggie's eyes, which all added to the emotional tension in the room. However, I do wish Mistress would not try to open my mouth wider, just a bit wider, a little bit more with the mouth brace. I feel a right pillock dribbling away in front of my dentist but it certainly did the job, keeping my mouth wide open for the real examination and remedial work that was deemed necessary.

Mistress has all the necessary equipment for the Clinic. A selection of authentic stainless steel dental instruments entered my mouth and were put to work for examining and cleaning my teeth, working up to a drilling that can really put your teeth on edge. I drifted fleetingly back to my early dentists and thought they could learn a lot from Dentist Maggie's bedside manner. There are other advantages and benefits from visiting my current practitioner, not the least of which is her beauty and calmness as she drills and scrapes away, all behind that alluring white mask.

As we progressed Maggie appeared satisfied with the results of her work and was finishing up with a good clean and polish. Now, I am not sure what amused her so much, probably the absurd look of her patient, but shortly after applying the cotton wool and lip pads she started to giggle and almost lost the plot with her laughing. Obviously she remained in control as she continued to clean my teeth, but once again it was so thrilling that for whatever reason I was able to elicit that wonderful tinkling, slightly girlish laughter that is so appealing.

When she had regained her composure, the mischievous madam decided to clean the end of my cock with the toothpaste. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable and I think that may not have been the reaction Maggie was hoping to achieve. ‘Ohh, does is not tingle, not even a little bit slave?’

It was now nearing the end of my dental appointment and all that was left was a little cleaning of the oral cavity, which was achieved with the assistance of a suction device. Once more the whole suction procedure was so life like. With a command to open my mouth, in went the tube and the sucking squelching noises began, indication that the end was almost nigh.

The final action, which had rather sensibly been left in the bathroom, was the mouth rinse and wash. Maggie had thoughtfully prepared a tumbler full of her pee for that, and I was instructed to rinse and spit while she got started cleaning the instruments she’d used in the Clinic. I have to admit that after the first rinse and spit I thought it was far too much of a waste of good vintage so I drank the rest!

Before anyone asks. No, Mistress Maggie does not perform actual dentistry BUT it feels so real at the time. The thoughts, sounds, emotions and fears are all there with the added bonus of a beautiful practitioner. This is role play but of the very highest quality and once more I have had a thoroughly enjoyable and amazing afternoon in the hands of the best Mistress/Dentist that a slave could ever wish for.

A final note of thanks to Maggie for allowing me the experience of that wonderful inflatable helmet. That is amazing.

WARNING: This 2 min 30 sec dental fetish clip had audio.


Friday 22 March 2019

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 -


Friday 2 February 2018

Dear Blog, My Bum Hurts!

January was such a benign, some may say surreal start to the New Year, what with all the heavy rubber and the huge dose of DFP that I’d had, so it came as somewhat of a reality check when February's first session arrived.

As you probably guess if you have been following my training schedule with Mistress Maggie, I am not yet capable of maintaining the high standards expected from one of Mistresses slaves and one consequence of these lapses is remonstration and retribution for my wrongdoings, another consequence is that we must continue my training in order to strive for the perfection expected from my Mistress.

However, before the reckoning, normal training had to be accommodated by fitting my butt plug and performing the obligatory worship of Mistresses footwear. A good entry method for the butt plug was achieved as Maggie had me kneel down, forehead on floor and then sat on my back so she could lube and insert the plug in a relaxed manner. Then on with my ordeal, it certainly was an ordeal to start with but as our session progressed I found myself with the brightest smile possible.

Maggie said I was not allowed any rubber until I had recognised and been reprimanded for my mistakes. Three infringements were to be counted before the slate could once more be wiped clean. Coming up with a mad idea for Mistresses website; forgetting my slave collar after our last DFP session; and probably the worst indiscretion, I got the dates mixed up for Mistresses birthday and sent her husband John the Happy Birthday message, what an absolute numpty!

Ode to Mistress Maggie

(With no apologies to Don Maclean but if you wish to sing along to the tune of  'American Pie' feel free. I certainly was singing!)


But February made me shiver

  with every blow Maggie did deliver

Bad news on the flogging horse
  I couldn't take one more step of course.



I can remember that I cried

  when I felt the cane on my backside

Something touched me deep inside

  the day my buttocks fried.


With the different infringements, Maggie thought different methods of reparation would be appropriate and if a slave forgets to pick up his slave collar then of course his hands deserve a good slapping. Mistress refused to return my collar until she had demonstrated how unimpressed she was that I’d forgotten it and punishment started with a hand tawsing; 3 strokes to each hand with the two fingered tawse. I have not had any kind of hand slapping since I was at school and this punishment really hurt, yet my training obviously kicked in as I obediently stood there after the first instruction to hold my hands out flat, one palm on top of the other and to reverse the hands after each blow. My hands really began to sting yet I had no doubt they would be in place for the next blow, just as Mistress had decreed. At least I got my collar returned from behind the curtain, I felt a lot better being reunited with it, but I had to buckle it on with my red raw chastised hands.

I was then introduced to Maggie’s new flogging horse. Oh the joys of such an introduction and perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned it in the DFP blog! For the most serious crime of mixing up birthdays I would be going over that very same horse, I received a hand spanking followed by a paddling with a short leather strap which had the word ‘pig’ emblazoned along it. After a short interlude Maggie continued my warm up with a beating from her double leather strap before using her cane to land six of the best on my now throbbing ass.

As it happened the long cane that Maggie intended to use proved too long for the space available, my fault for poor positioning of the flogging horse, and because of the restricted arc it made wonky marks that were not to her liking, so Maggie started again with a shorter crooked model and I got six straighter cuts as well. OUCH!

Maggie must have thought I was suitably contrite and I finally got to wear my red latex catsuit, but she had not forgotten my crazy suggestion of publishing the story from my DFP session on her website. My mentioning this had irritated Maggie as she has much better things to do with her valuable time, like seriously redesigning her site in order to comply with the pending UK porn laws. I was going to have my mouth washed out in the slave toilet for speaking such foolish words.

It is really quite eerie in the box with the toilet lid down. You get a glow through the tight latex but nothing else. A slave is very vulnerable in that position and before I knew it the lid was lifted, I was re-introduced to the view of Maggie’s very well proportioned and most beautiful derrière as it descended over me and delivered the most welcome ‘punishment’ you could imagine. It turned out this wasn’t the real punishment for pissing Maggie off.

After I had received her offerings and the soaked latex hood had been removed I was led to the bathroom to have my hair rinsed. Bent over the bath I received a wonderfully warm hair wash and then . . . the bloody shower was turned to freezing cold. Maggie laughed as my oohs and aah’s turned to OOHS and AARGS!

When I was marched back from the bathroom, instead of turning left back to the Playroom, Mistress turned right into the Clinic. At least I wasn’t scheduled for more cane, well not in the Clinic anyway. Instead Maggie decided it was time for a spot of dentistry, to check out my mouth for clues as to why I talk so much rubbish. The rubber smell from the anaesthetic mask she placed over my nose soon turned into wafts of aroma, that had me laying back quite relaxed and ready for my dental examination from Maggie the rubber Nurse.

Of course, as with all operations and examinations in the White Room, the environment is scrupulously clean and I received a rubber gown to make sure my working suit was out of the way.

A Jennings gag was fully deployed allowing Mistress to dive in and have a real root around with her dental instruments, keeping my tongue under control with her wooden spatula. Once satisfied that my teeth were my own and not likely to pop out during the operation, Maggie momentarily went out of vision saying she was off to mix some amalgam. Another dose of anaesthesia and Maggie started working the preparation she had just mixed into my teeth and gums. It turned out the amalgam was actually a strong tasting pasty peppermint type of mixture. Anyway, Maggie thoroughly worked the paste into each quadrant of my mouth and I must admit that despite the thorough cleaning I always give them before seeing my Mistress, my teeth felt sparklingly clean and fresh.

When the gag was removed, I was manoeuvred into an almost bolt upright position and encouraged to thoroughly rinse my mouth out with depressingly plain tap water, I had hoped for Maggie’s glorious champagne but had to suffice with the simple plain stuff. Maggie amused herself by inserting cotton pads behind top and bottom cheeks, probably to prevent any more of the ‘tongue in cheek’ comments that have a tendency to land her slave in trouble. She burst out laughing as I said ‘ffank yuuu’, sounding and looking a lot like Marlon Brando. It was nice to hear the natural laugh from my Mistress.

After all the investigative work was complete, Mistress used her optical mirror for a final look round; molars ok, incisors ok, all wadding removed, you are good to go until your next examination. Maggie, however hadn’t finished her investigating, my gown was lifted and she started concentrating on the other end. No teeth down there although my cock and balls have received the bites of clamps and clips on other occasions, for now though it was a seductive lube and tease. After a goodly dollop of lube, Mistress massaged it in methodically around my cock and balls until I had a rod like the proverbial ‘greasy pole’. Standing back with a very provocative wink and smile Maggie glided the excess lube across her beautiful bust, superb stomach and all around her breathtaking buttocks. It was fascinating to watch as her latex uniform took on that sheen of a high gloss liquid. I now knew how it was possible to achieve such a high gloss sheen.

However, achieving such a shine has major detrimental effects on the slide-ability of latex. By now Mistress had released my right hand and I reached out to stroke her super shiny bottom, an activity we both enjoy, and to my disappointment and surprise my latex glove just stuck to her lubed up dress, not literally stuck but I just couldn’t get that gentle, sliding caress that I try and achieve. I wonder if it would have been slippier with an application of lube to my glove? It is definitely strange that dry latex does not slide on water based lubrication. You learn something every day and despite the fact it made Mistress Maggie look super shiny, I think I prefer the more tactile and sensuous movement of dry glove on a lube-free derrière. Now that is something to suffer the punishment horse for.

Friday 31 January 2014

A Testing Rubber Time

Mistress Maggie definitely has a liking for latex and specifically, it appears, for a pair of chlorinated black latex shorts that I bought to wear specially for Maggie's benefit (and mine if I am honest). It therefore came as no surprise when I was dispatched to the bathroom with instructions to return wearing the shorts and matching latex accessories of gloves and socks and, of course, my leather slave collar.

In an instance, my butt plug was securely inserted, I had the over-engineered steel collar locked over my slave collar and heavy shackles attached to arms and legs. It was time for a walk on a very short lead, a slow circuit or two round the playroom, Maggie walking alongside teasingly dangling a latex hood and said as we 'walked' around "Right slave today I am going to assess how much you like rubber." Mistress knows that I love rubber but loves to tease her slaves.

Mistress then asked me a stream of quick questions: my slave name, my purpose as slave, how much I loved rubber, to beg for it, and finally to quote my slave promise and a couple of the 16 house rules before I could have the latex mask fitted. Oh shit! That's when the heavy iron shackles took their toll. I had to concentrate on keeping up and couldn't accurately recite my promise but did spurt out at least one rule. "Rule 4  – The slave cannot possibly know all the rules". I thought that was the best one to know as it covers a slaves stupidity for the remaining 15 rules.

Not good enough. Maggie rapidly had my head inside a plastic bag to 'encourage' me to remember. Fine but that had the same effect as the shackles I concentrated on Mistress and not remembering the rules. Failed! I ended up leaning against the wall and receiving the crop for my tardiness. (Note for self when I revisit this blog. Learn the Rules and the promise I made to my Mistress). I was disappointed that I wasn't allowed the latex hood but mortified that I had not been able to quote my promise.

It appeared that Mistress Maggie does have a soft side that occasionally emerges and she did relent as I was led into the Clinic. I was allowed to wear the latex hood as I was inserted into the latex operation gown and strapped to the gynaecological couch ready for my operation. Maggie returned wearing her white doctors coat carrying a syringe. At the time I knew something was injected, one shot in each nipple ready for the next part of the procedure. On reflection, I am unsure what, if anything, was in the syringe. I couldn't see and Maggie has a wonderful way of fucking with her slaves minds. Either way it didn't matter as I have signed the full consent forms and willingly submit to anything that Mistress wishes to do to her slave.

Next stop after nipple pricking was my mouth. Maggie got me to open wide and, as with all good dental practises, stopped any involuntary biting of her latex gloved hands by applying the dental gag. The dental torch was turned on and its beam directed into my mouth. I am no expert but am fairly certain that there is something in the "Best Dental Support Manual" that indicates that a spreader should not be deployed so wide, but perhaps Mistress missed that page of the manual?. I was given a full inspection, teeth poked and prodded and I even had a filling applied, although the amalgam did taste a lot like toothpaste. Turns out it was; peppermint flavoured I think.

And now for some innovative post operative care. After a normal operation, you expect to receive bandages to cover the area operated on to aid recovery and prevent infection. Not the normal white crepe bandages for Doctor Maggie. Clingfilm bandages. Now I saw the reason for Mistress allowing me to wear the latex hood. Not because she was going soft. No! More part of her planning. Mistress, thorough in the planning department as always, tightly wound my latex head with clear plastic. Fortunately the affected area, my mouth, was the only bit left un-bandaged. Strange that in view of what was said earlier about where bandages are normally applied. Cling film is very effective and clingy when applied over latex.

The mouth was to be protected from outside contamination using the Drager mouth tube and rebreather bag. Unfortunately, due to the rounded nature of my stomach, the outlet for the rebreather bag kept attaching itself to my latex operating gown and, although Maggie knows I thrive on this type of breath play, she thought her patient would be safer without it and removed the rebreather bag. Shame really as I was starting to enjoy this recovery stage.

Of course, a vital part of post operative care is the monitoring and perhaps the odd injection or two to ensure a speedy recovery. More lateral and innovative thinking from Maggie. The more conventional approach to monitoring may have been to attach the monitor to a finger, injections to the arm and a thermometer under the tongue.

As you can see, Doctor Maggie applied the monitoring to my cock and balls. (I think she may have missed that page from the manual as well because I am sure the monitor should receive electrical input rather than give electric shocks to the patient.) The injection was up my backside with the introduction of an ice dildo in place of my butt plug, giving a slow release of the medicine and, according to Doctor Maggie, an insight into her recent trip to Chicago where temperatures were fit to freeze the nuts off a brass monkey; The use of a vibrating penis plug in place of a thermometer was either gross medical negligence, greatly innovative in design, or simply misreading another page in the manual. It was a relief to receive a gentle rubber gloved massage from Maggie as the final part of the recovery program.

If you have read this far you may be thinking that I am advocating Mistress refreshes her knowledge of certain parts of the Best Dental Support Manual. On the contrary. Another of the House rules that I was not able to quote is, Rule 6  – Mistress is never wrong and in any event, this patient has no complaints whatsoever.