Showing posts with label enemas. Show all posts
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Friday 17 February 2023

Do Pigs have Orgasms?

I have found this blog the most difficult to pen in all my 11 years of enjoyable training with Mistress Maggie and hence why it has taken more than a month for me to start the writing. As a result the narrative may be shorter than I would like and some of the finer details a little lost in the mists of time. This was the main reason why I started the blogs, in order to act as my memories, and I am disappointed with myself for this delay.

The problem was not that of session content, as always that was exemplary and Mistress was superb in her imagination and ingenuity, nor was the problem with anything but my own sub-space. The session was likely to be the last for a long, long time due to Mistress needing essential medical maintenance on one of those beautiful legs. This enforced abstinence made me realise that it would be a while before I could once more serve and this did my head in. However, that off my chest, the words are starting to flow and I must write what I can remember of the session.

I didn’t arrive empty handed, instead I brought a bunch of flowers for Mistress, purely because she likes them and deserves them, and I was greeted with Mistress superbly turned out in her black sleeveless latex top with gloves past her elbows, a black peplum skirt and nice tight belt pinching her waist in, she took a big sniff on the flowers, accepted them with a ‘thank you slave’ and I was ushered into the Chambers. I was pleased Mistress had chosen a nice pair of black lace up boots because they offered both a large area for some serious worship and they looked like they would not irritate her poorly legs. I was excited too that Maggie had asked me to bring my new red latex catsuit and accessories and as I found out later the new suit would be receiving a suitable christening.

Encouraged by Mistresses feathered riding crop which teasingly provided me with either a slap or a tickle, I set about my worship. My boot cleaning duties were far more extensive than the previous session where Mistress had insisted that I ‘washed’ her shoes. This act of complete abdication of any authority to Mistress always gets me in the correct mindset or sub space to be fully compliant with any and all of Mistresses desires and it worked. Conscious that I really did not want Maggie to put too much strain on her legs, I was eager to move the Playroom horse to an appropriately close location so that Mistress could easily bend me over and insert my trusty red plug in its soon to be red latex covered arse. 

Although the suit has not been chlorinated, with a good coating of talc and ankle and wrists zips opened, I slid easily into my red rubber cocoon. I’d ordered it in a slightly larger size because it is made of thicker latex and the fit was perfect. Zips closed and I was happily ready once more to become Mistresses rubber plaything. Maggie being that wonderfully mischievous character that she is, insisted on trying all the other zips. The nipple zips have twin sliders which we hadn’t previously noticed, which allows a nipple to be captured between two zipper sliders should nipple play be on the menu. Fortunately not today.

The main zip has 5 fasteners to allow considerable flexibility in their positioning, Maggie soon had them adjusted so that she had my cock and balls exposed yet still have the butt plug secured inside with easy access for later. I was granted a few whiffs of aromas straight from the bottle, then a simple, tight rope tie had my cock and balls secured. A quick pull to tighten the rope just to the extent of being most arousing and they were zipped back inside my suit. Oh well, perhaps they may be granted more attention later in the session.

Ah, I had been hoping that Mistress might experiment on me with her new hood. She had documented the Pig hood on her Twitter feed and it looked incredibly interesting. No eye holes and only a small, single hole in the middle of the snout for breathing. It is a superb hood to wear with it being a good thick latex and laces up tightly and locked, yes locked in place. I could just wiggle my snout and get a feint view of what was happening in the small pinhole view of The Playroom, but that was soon blanked off when Maggie secured a tight head harness ready for attaching her pig slave to the rafters. 

I was sat on the Playroom’s folding chair and chained to it, meanwhile the head harness was also raised on chains leaving my head securely clamped onto the ceiling ring. There I was, like any good pig, strapped to the ceiling waiting my fate and for good measure, my front trotters were secured to my neck with a wrist binder. Now that was VERY effective and you will see why in the attached pictures. 

Mistress, pleased with the overall effect of the pig head said she wanted to do a few experiments on her guinea pig to see how far she could develop the potential of the hood. Well, what could I do? Being a Guinea pig with a snout hood on it seemed appropriate to respond my acceptance with an oink oink! Maggie found that amusing and when she started laughing it got me oinking more.

The first test had Mistress attempting to administer intoxicating aromas into the new hood. Using a long cotton bud soaked in the heady perfume she could send the aromas in via the hood’s small hole. That experiment worked to a limited extent within the confines of that single small hole. 

The second was a spot of suffocation by blocking the hole and I found that hard to manage. To be honest I wasn’t expecting it and the reservoir of air inside the snout is very limited. It didn’t take Maggie long to realise that she had better hoods in her arsenal to suffocate me with!

Now for the next experiment, Maggie wanted to see if pigs had orgasms and how they compared to humans when it comes to such matters. With my cock and balls still tightly tied and bunched up inside my latex suit I was left with one of Maggie’s vibrators strapped to my crotch and wildly getting on with it’s business. We soon found out the results of that experiment. The vibrations were relentless and I now realised the purpose of the tight cock and ball binding, compounded by very sensual stroking by Mistress of her rubber pig it led to the inevitable conclusion. Yes pigs do have orgasms!

This was not going to be my last memories as Maggie had a comprehensive Act II planned. Having been released from the chair I was ordered to the floor with my ass exposed and an inflatable bung was inserted between my buttocks and, yes of course, Maggie gave it several pumps to seal it in its new temporary home. A jug of Maggie’s pee that she had produced earlier was retrieved and piped into me using her Higginson pump, I could feel her pee as it found it’s way through the butt plug into my colon and was sealed in place with a suitable bung. Aware that a loose bung can be prone to leakage, a few more pumps ensured there was a good, tight fit between plug and bum leaving me feeling well and truly stuffed.

I helped Mistress to lay out the thick red PVC sheet across the floor and eagerly accepted the system mask and gag ready for what I assumed would be more piss play. I was not wrong, but Maggie decided not to keep the gag in place as this would interfere with hers (and my) pleasure. A little more detail emerged for Act II as I was instructed to climb inside an extremely large plastic bag, once inside I was advised that Mistress had a full bladder and intended to share the contents with a very willing recipient. What I hadn’t anticipated was the sheer volume of fluid that Maggie would gift in my direction.

The first part to go with the flow was my now exposed cock and balls that I had messed up earlier. There was something most soothing and quite erotic to have a beautiful woman simply piss on your privates. Next to receive attention was my mouth and head. I was able to consume quite a few squirts but inevitable pee seeped inside the mask and I was drenched. The final act of complete submission on my part was enjoying the remainder of Maggie’s bladder contents, liberally directed over the rest of my body. I was very awash with the luxurious liquid and loving every minute of the feeling that Maggie had permitted me to experience.

Not quite finished yet. Maggie drew the plastic bag over my head to make sure her slave was well and truly covered in her nectar and even allowed me a short time of breath play as she massaged the plastic over my hooded head. The final act had Maggie wrapping me up like a sausage roll in the red PVC, where she could sit astride her charge and massage my lower abdomen with those wonderful legs and thighs.

On this occasion, because I was covered in Maggie’s piss, we agreed that a bath wouldn’t go amiss before I donned my vanilla coverings. That in itself was a truly marvellous experience, to have your Mistress bathe and shower her slave until I was clean and piss free!

I started by mentioning that I was having difficulty with sub-space. Having now penned this blog, re-lived all the fantastic memories and had time to really think about Mistress Maggie, I am now ready to be back in harness, serving the most fantastic person a rubber slave could ever want. I will wait though until Maggie feels ready to accept her slave back in training but I am now in a much sub-spacier frame of mind!

Note: This 1min 56sec clip has audio

Friday 24 June 2022

Be Careful What you Wish for

I trust Mistress Maggie with my life. She can do anything she wishes and I know I will emerge a better slave, so why when she assured me that the double bulb silicone enema tube and the urinary catheter would retain all the fluids did I still worry about explosive discharges during the session? I suppose the answer lies somewhere deep in the bowels of your anatomy but I will develop that thought at a more relevant time in the blog.

It was a warm day and I was disappointed that the predicted thundery outbreaks had not materialised, otherwise I would have arrived at The Chambers in my rather nice rubber trench coat that I had in the car. The thunder didn’t happen so I put on my boring jacket as I sauntered from the car, just in case. I was greeted by Mistress in a very appropriate, lighter weight latex apron and waist cincher, and as we climbed to The Playroom I got the faintest glimpse of the tiny black latex briefs over her transparent tights, which shined through the holes of her black fishnet stockings. 

Maggie was also wearing white boots, and my first task after donning socks and gloves was to remove her boots. This is a part of my training that can be repeated as many times as Mistress wishes, and although I say so myself, I think I perform a very passable role as Mistresses boot remover. The secret is to be very gentle with all actions and to keep Mistresses foot in line with the shape of the boot, gently ease down the side zipper and supporting Maggie's foot ease the boot forward and arc upwards from the heel. Once Maggie has that confidence in her slave the boot slides off every so smoothly.

However, it did leave me with a dilemma. Now, with no footwear, what exactly was I to pay homage to? Already solved as Maggie said I was to lick and kiss every hole in the fishnet stockings. Now that was a surprise, as the stockings being stockings went all the way up to mid thigh. Not wasting this opportunity I approached every inch, I also was able to re-adjust the seams at the feet of the stockings much to Maggie's relief. I never did get to pay homage to the white boots but the alternative was a real delight and thanks to Maggie for that surprise.

We spent a short while discussing the new urethral stretchers that I had obtained from the web and brought with me at Maggie's request. Quite nice stretchers although I have only been able to manage a couple of sessions at home with the smaller ones. I had bought four in all in varying size, but it just didn't feel right to be sat at home enjoying the stretching on my own. I felt like I was somehow disrespecting Maggie's ownership of those parts, however with approval I will continue, as I know Mistress would like to have the option to insert larger sounds.  

Moving on, I was quickly into my plum latex catsuit, which in the past seems to have coincided with suspension bondage, but today I was advised that Mistress would be fulfilling my request for session content. A swift insertion of my head into that comfortable white latex hood and we were off to The Clinic. First an 'older' posture collar was applied along with a gag to shut me up. It may have been older but it certainly remained effective at maintaining my posture. Then a catheter. Mistress has become so expert in this area that apart from the 5 minute wait for the urethral anaesthetic to take effect, the whole process took only a few moments.

Maggie, in Maggie's mischievous way decided that it would be a shame to just dispense with the needle she had just used, and it would provide far better value if it was stuck in one of my nipples! Along with three others I ended up with two needles in each nipple and hardly a wince from me. 

Next to the meat of my request. Maggie showed me the bardex style inflatable butt plug she intended to fill my bum with, then like the catheter, that also slipped in very easily and was substantially inflated. It did feel snug and yes it felt really secure as the first of the 2 litres of warm soapy solution were drained inside. At this point, I have to admit to starting to worry about the explosive discharge I mentioned earlier and when Maggie said the catheter would remain sealed... well, you can imaging the discomfort when Maggie opened a bag of saline and set up a drip to fill up my bladder with the fluid.

With everything looking good, sealed in or dripping as appropriate, Maggie eagerly extracted her electric kit from The Clinic cupboard. At this point I started to lose the plot. I really did have visions of the e-stim forcing me to lose all sphincter control, forcing out the Bardex and redecorating the pristine Clinic in substances that should not be present in a sterile environment! Despite reassurances from Maggie that there were no signs of leakage, quite frankly, I lost it and was almost crying for Maggie to let me go to the toilet.

I have constantly said Mistress can be severe but she does have the interests of her slave at heart. Realising I was genuinely in distress she put a stop to her ongoing procedures, and as quickly as she could safely manage had me de-gagged, unstrapped from the couch and the posture collar removed. That was a mini disaster as one of the older plastic straps broke at one of the holes. I did immediately offer to provide a replacement but those of you who follow Maggie's Twitter feed will know that minor issues like this are not a problem to my inventive and resourceful Mistress. Within a few days she’d reported that the collar had been given a new lease of life with new leather straps.

What a stinky mess I managed to create in the presence of my owner. As I sat on the loo, emptying myself for ages, I was really embarrassed that in my hurried dash I had produced so much foul fluids in and about the bathroom's toilet bowl. However, resourceful as ever, after I had cleaned up most of the mess, Mistress used her shower attachment to dislodge any remnants in cracks and crevices (bathroom not mine!) and I ended up far less embarrassed.

Well, I only had myself to blame. I had initiated all the problems and embarrassment I had got myself into today, when in a mad moment, on a day where I seemed to be doing a lot of peeing I had written to Maggie suggesting a clinic scenario that involved a lot of water ...it may be fun to be rubbered then catheterised, then filled with lots and LOTS of fluid (your choice), then exercised in full, heavy rubber and see how long the fluids take to filter through...  I got exactly what I asked for. I have mentioned that having to provide Mistress with my fantasies, you have to be careful what you wish for.

On reflection I wouldn't change a thing and thank you Mistress for the experience. Well, I will change one thing if I am allowed to repeat the experience. Trust Mistress Maggie's equipment and her reassurances that nothing was leaking. I might also ask for a few puffs of aromas whilst I am being filled.

Caution: This 2:12min clip has audio.

Friday 3 January 2020

Happy New Year

What a start not only to the new year but to a new decade. Luck had it that I was the fortunate person to have the first session of the new decade with Mistress Maggie. It had been my little fantasy to be the first slave to present myself, though I am aware that to Mistress my appointment will only be the first of many slaves to arrive at the Preston Chambers, but in my own secret special way I think that my Mistress has a good thought for her first customer in 2020.

With the new year came a fresh start to the session and I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks, gloves and for the first time ever, my black latex tee-shirt. I was not overly concerned about being naked from waist down as my Mistress has full access to all areas, but pleasurable or painful it seemed likely that my naked bits would be receiving some attention. Actually I did not have much chance to ponder on the possibilities before a rubber hood was zipped on me and I was viewing Maggie through small eyeholes.

Other things never change, and once more, Mistress beautifully attired in her stunning latex required her slave to worship her boots.

Though I did not have too much aroma today the medicine did start early, and to my surprise my first scent of aromas was delivered from between Maggie’s breasts. 2020 was going to be a good year I could tell! A couple of long sniffs on the brown bottle and as I bent down to put my tongue to work on her boot leather Maggie cheekily slipped my butt plug up my ass. It can be hard to concentrate on cleaning boots while on the aroma and with the vision of a Mistress towering over you waving a crop. Playing safe I settled for synchronising my tongue movements with my swirling intoxicated brain cells!

As always Mistress was aware of the limitations of my knees and thoughtfully asked me to don the Playroom kneepads, then some rather strange but simple steel shackles were tightened onto my wrists. These are particularly uncomfortable after a while because the threaded bar that tightens them pokes up by a good 10cm, which means you cannot rest your head on your arms whilst your bum sticks skyward. Still, it’s all in a slaves day so I mustn't grumble.

It was quite sunny outside, but any sun out there was totally eclipsed by the sun that Mistress created from my arsehole. Using a particularly vibrant and particularly sticky tape my anal stretching was taken way beyond what I had previously experienced. Maggie managed to work the ends of the tape actually inside my little bud then systematically went round each ray, stretching and tightening so my anus was being stretched in all directions, but the opening was virtually sealed by the embedded tape. This was quite fortunate because Maggie wanted to slip a stainless steel electric butt plug inside for a little more 'fun’. The taped opening worked well as the silver bullet eased its way inside and of course just stuck there.

And what level should the steel electrode operate on? Maggie decided it would be interesting to stick to the laws of physics, and just like the sun have masses of heat radiating from my core, the electrics were gradually increased to the maximum level 99 and I am proud to say I accepted the full blast. I was much less sure when she threatened to repeat the same levels down a sound in my cock!

With the heat gone and the plug removed, what followed was a dish full of soapy water pumped into the Bardex up my backside. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but something wasn't quite right in the damned area, maybe because the doctor had given me new tablets to take?

Maggie was explaining that she intended to fit me into the leather suspension bag with my belly full of enema and asked if I was up for it. Oh boy yes, but with my training comes the added responsibility to help Mistress no matter what the consequences. I was already feeling desperate for the toilet and I really didn't want to disappoint her by letting go inside the leather lined body bag and so I advised Mistress of my reservations. I always am honest with Maggie and I thought nothing of it as I was sent to the bathroom to expel the soapy onslaught.

When cleaned and back in the Playroom, Maggie had me lay face down on the bed. That really was a nice experience until Mistress whispered that she had a surprise for me. ‘As you’re useless with a Bardex slave I am going to fill your arse with something else’. The swish of the cane rang through my ears and I received four or five quick raps across my arse. Mistress wasn’t pleased and wanted to teach me not to spoil her fun. ‘Yes slave, I’ll fill your arse with pain instead!’ The strokes must have been delivered with some venom as two stripes were still faintly visible after a week!

It was relatively quick to get me into the leather sleepsack. In no time I was lying snug and comfortable as Maggie tightened the laces and straps to secure me in place. This exercise is highly recommended as it is so relaxing and had it not been for the other activities planned by my Mistress I am sure I could have drifted off to sleep.

Had I done so I would have been gently awakened by the rocking of the overhead gantry as first one end then the other was slowly hoisted from the ground. I have mentioned it before but it never ceases to amaze me how a slim, beautiful lady can hoist a lump of a slave. I know excellent design work went into the overhead and pulleys are used to enable Maggie to move the chunkiest of slaves.

I would have further been returned to reality by Mistress opening the crotch zip and extracting my little cock, (remind me not to play with myself on the morning of a session!) which needed more than a little encouragement to make it a suitable size to have the electro sound inserted deeply in it. Once paired with a matching electrode my cock was standing up straight ready for more e-stim.

Thank goodness Maggie didn't make good her threat of maxing the unit to level 99, instead I received a very pleasant electro-vibrating sensation, and thank goodness Mistress decided not to apply the full face covering, not that darkness frightens me, but I do love being able to watch as the most beautiful woman imaginable moves about attending to her very compliant and willing slave. Even with the e-stim throbbing away I love gazing at my Mistress, or is that partly due to the effects of the e-stim? Whichever, when a blindfold comes out I feel a little blind and disconnected.

However, on this occasion Mistress treated me to the perfect blindfold and one where I could remain connected to my owner. Mistress had been carrying round the aroma jar in her bra and every now and then would remove the lid and treat me to another sniff. This time when she opened the bottle, she soaked a pad and pushed it into her latex bra, right at the base of her cleavage.

Then as I swung Maggie approached and ever so slowly placed my nose in the valley and moved even closer so her breasts formed the perfect seal. I could breathe in the aroma; I couldn't see a thing yet I knew I was as close to my Mistress as she would allow. Comforted by the warmth of her perfect breasts I thought I had ascended into heaven. As I inhaled the scent of the aroma its effect magnified my feelings and I tried harder to snuggle deeper into those magnificent mounds.

I really did feel at one with the world, at one with my Mistress and happy that finally Maggie had provided me with a blindfold that I really loved.

To conclude what can only be described as a fantastic start to a decade, Mistress once again took charge of the suspension ropes and little by little I was lowered to the ground. Not all the way, just enough to allow her to stand astride her slave and feed me with a drink of fresh nectar. A gentle trickle that I had to catch every drop of, but it was far far better saluting and celebrating the New Year with Maggie’s nectar than the glass of whisky I’d had on New Years eve. It shows how much under Mistress Maggie's influence I have ascended. My favourite tipple is no longer Glenmorangie or Bushmills because I can't get enough of Maggie's pee.

I would like to give Mistress Maggie the biggest thank you for all my wonderful experiences since 2011 and my wish for the next decade is that I am still needed as Maggie's slave and hopefully friend.

Happy New Year!

Friday 4 May 2018

Next Time . . .

Next time Mistress Maggie presents such an exciting and scary opportunity I hope I am able to grasp it with both hands; metaphorically grasp it, as will become apparent later in my report. But to start with I was greeted by my Mistress in a fantastic diaphanous latex outfit, teamed with a most prominent glass dildo which was twinkling in my direction. Beneath the clear invader were the long, very long white boots that climb all the way up those statuesque legs, almost, but not quite, to the base of her glass sparkler.

It was my birthday so I had decided to bring a surprise to the party; finally plucking up the courage to wear my latex clothes with no covering coat this time, I made my way to the Chambers. The day was warm, and despite very heavy traffic and one or two passing pedestrians no one appeared interested in a happy chappy with a slave collar sauntering down the road like a rubber pervert, carrying my session bag and a big smile. I really needn’t have been worried, though I probably won’t repeat such a show as I think Maggie may have been a little concerned about attracting attention on her doorstep. Even so my surprise made her smile and she had a good feel at my warm latex.

I always get that familiar buzz as I follow the most beautiful derrière up the stairs to The Playroom. Today Maggie’s bottom was framed by the neat rows of ruffles that embellished her skimpy rubber shorts. Once upstairs I was told to remove my latex, the only item of rubber I was allowed were my knee length stockings, nothing else. Not the catsuit or even the gloves, although I was temporarily allowed to keep my shirt. Why? - because Maggie declared that today was going to be plastic fantastic.

I used to be drawn primarily to latex until Mistress helped me realise that it is her that is the aphrodisiac and not the material, though I must admit to still having a preference for Mistress in all her various latex garments.

Maggie attempted a new method of footwear worship, seated down in front of her throne I was instructed to shuffle backwards into the V of her legs. What a start! With the warmth of my Mistress in the nape of my neck, stroking my hair in a wonderful manner, I could have relaxed there all day. The only drawback was that with Maggie's thighs clamped round her slave I was unable to turn my head far enough to do justice to my position. Unfortunately the delight had to end all too quickly and I was instructed to move to the more conventional position and to proceed with the boot worship, which I duly attended to as my Mistress wished.

Kneeling upright again, I barely had time to lick my lips before the sound of crinkling plastic came from a freshly opened bag and my head was soon enclosed inside. There is nothing like a good bagging to make you feel glad to be alive, and I had the added bonus of being able to gaze adoringly at my captor with her sparkling glass dildo, which seemed to have forgotten which bit of anatomy it was intended for and took the liberty of poking me in the eye!

More plastic, this time containing a small celebratory birthday tipple poured from a rather nice bottle of red. We then relaxed with a toast and enjoyed the wine. I have had 6 birthdays now in the company of my Mistress; that is 6 years where I have really felt alive and I wished for the next 6 years in heaven and the next 6 . . .

Maggie roped me to the horse very lightly and mounted me with the glass dildo, gently inserted and accompanied with a soft whisper of ‘happy birthday slave’ I was being ridden to heaven. There was no necessity for the ropes, I would willingly have remained prone, but I do feel more owned by Mistress when I am wearing restraints, particularly whilst being mounted. Most enjoyable.

Feeling a little underdressed in only my birthday suit and latex stockings we adjourned to the White Room, where the room had already been prepared for the plastic fantastic. Spread out on the couch was the thick plastic body bag that I have lovingly occupied in the past, and that very nice clear plastic hood with the two breathing holes.

Once comfortably fitted and secured inside the hood I climbed aboard and was sealed and strapped into my new home for the rest of the afternoon. I love that hood. It restricts breathing but allows sufficient air supply, every breath is worth it if only for its distinctive plastic bouquet, more importantly I get a very clear vision of my Mistress as she moves around the Clinic preparing my next pleasurable experience.

Mistress set up a breathing circuit for her patient and held an anaesthetic mask over my mouth, the aroma accompanied by sweet verbal encouragement from Maggie sent me into a deep relaxed state. She removed my butt plug replacing it with a Bardex enema pump . . . Ah, an enema was coming my way. ‘Are you allergic to peppermint slave?’ she asked and I confirmed that I wasn’t. Mistress then mixed up a solution and filled up a huge syringe making sure that its contents were infused right where the sun don’t shine.

I was feeling quite warm and grateful of the peppermint’s cooling properties, a little of the cordial had trickled down my cheeks and collected in a cool pool at the base of my spine. It certainly wasn’t going anywhere in the watertight plastic body bag and the liquid soon warmed as my treatments progressed.

I could have stayed all afternoon like that; breathing in and out carefully and gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she liberally applied cocoa butter on all of her slaves available body parts, rubbing it in with her warm hands. Maggie zipped up the bodybag to seal everything in, flicked the room heater up to high and started playing her industrial strength hair dryer all over my plastic covered torso. Today had just climbed quite a few degrees warmer.

Encouraged by the results of the warming on her subject, Maggie began to stir the mix with her violet wand, making sparks jump from my saturated skin. I think other forms of electrical 'enjoyment' for her simmering pot were considered but she opted for the wand as a simple, safe, sensible and sane way of bringing her slave closer to the boil.

Unfortunately, I had to lose the plastic hood because the aroma mask and breathing holes just wouldn't play together, so staying with the plastic theme Maggie simply bound my head with clear plastic bondage tape with a loose flap across the mouth. Now that worked a treat and it allowed comfortable use of the anaesthetic mask while administering gradual doses of aroma. The mask was obviously attached to a rebreather bag because when Maggie told me to ‘take deep breaths slave’ I could hear the breathy noises as I breathed deeply.

So long as you breath in and out quite slowly, the rebreather allows sufficient air to keep you going indefinitely, yet it is torture of the most delicious kind. You have to concentrate on breathing while Mistress goes about her other tasks that certainly do not aid concentration. Maggie has trained her slave well and I had no problem maintaining a steady rhythm despite more heat, more massaging and more peppermint.

Mistress covered me up in an extra layer of green plastic now and began heating it up with her hairdryer. By now I’d had another two huge syringe fulls of the peppermint enema and the aromas were having a wonderfully calming and relaxing effect. I realised then what Mistress meant in her somewhat ambiguous calling email - 'I thought I might take you for a swim for your birthday. Your rubber Mistress will be keeping an eye on you as you float away and manage the extra water at the deep end.' 

Despite the continuous efforts to really heat me up, with a combination of the cooling peppermint, soothing body butter and relaxing aromas, I felt absolutely wonderful. Too lazy to actually swim anywhere, but more than happy to float in all the juices.

Operation time, and I really didn't feel the staples being punched into my groin area. I wont say cock and balls because by the time my Mistress had finished with them they had ceased to exist.

Picking up another syringe she injected a good dose of lubricating jelly behind the staples and into the operation area. Mistress was dissatisfied with her stapler, it had only dispensed a few staples before it went faulty, she was genuinely disappointed and threatened to send it back. I know that when they work properly she finds a stapler far more user friendly than the sutures she previously used.

Oh well, that's progress and Maggie likes to keep abreast of all new methods of entertaining her slaves. Speaking of which, Maggie did stand very close and began stroking my pinioned cock, baring those wonderful breasts to taunt me with their beauty. That really was torture. How do you normally react when such a wonderful vista is presented? I am a hot blooded male and I would normally start to get an erection. Erection with what and where was it going? So I tried my hardest to look, admire and stay comfortable within the staples.

As we were coming to a close Maggie asked if I wanted to remove the staples myself. Imagine, making my way home wearing my nice tight pair of latex briefs covering what used to be my manhood. That thought is so exciting yet so disconcerting. Would it hurt once the aroma had worn off? What would happen when I received the photos with the staples still in situ? How do I pee? Would I be able to walk and drive home because I didn't fancy having to remove the staple half way home! I opted for the cowards way out and asked Mistress to remove them. At the time, that was a good move with no pain or discomfort, but I am seriously contemplating a different decision next time Mistress Maggie staples up her cock and balls. Next time. . . .

Friday 19 May 2017

Routine slave Maintenance

There are regular periods in a slaves training when both Mistress and slave have to take stock of how much has been learnt, but more importantly how much, if any, the slave has slipped backwards. I am routinely examined by Mistress Maggie and on my previous visit to the Chambers she had spotted some wayward hairs around my cock and balls, not many but sufficient for a thorough maintenance check to be deemed a priority for this session. I had tried really hard to make sure that I was hairfree, spending a considerable amount of time with the razor in the hope of escaping Maggie’s keen eye and passing her scrupulous inspection.

Boots had to be polished first and I was directed to the ground where I completed my obligatory worship and cleaning of Mistresses footwear, working my tongue in long strokes, the way Mistress likes it, bringing her black latex ankle boots to a shine that would complement her striking full rubber outfit, then as instructed I followed Mistress into her White Room for my depilation exam.

The new grey couch was already prepared in a low position with its foot rest extension in place. All I could do was lay back on it and wait and hope that I was 'clean'. Of course, Maggie’s eyes turned out to be sharper than my razor and it didn't take long for a couple of stray hairs to be located. Out came the tweezers and out came the hairs. Mistress was now on a mission, telling me that I would be suitably punished for my slovenliness, but for the moment she decided to pluck me now and punish me later. Even more pubic hairs were found, grabbed and pulled before Mistress instructed me to turn onto my stomach and started defoliating my crack. I was ashamed at my hairiness and even worse, I have to live with Mistresses promise of punishment for it, which will happen at a later date.

Seven months ago I had my first piercing, a guiche. It has healed really well and has been stretched to a point where I am now able to wear quite heavy jewellery in the hole. Mistress had chosen a final, rather fetching piece of jewellery and successfully installed it in its rightful place today, right behind my balls where it frequently reminds me who owns this slave. Then it was briefly back into the Playroom to be inserted into my thick black latex suit before returning to the Clinic for more routine maintenance checks.

Maggie sealed my head in the white zip fronted latex mask and that’s how I stayed for the majority of my White Room workout. Mistress teasingly mentioned that this part of training would be followed with a little something that I had apparently requested in my previous blog!  I am increasingly wary about any comments I make in my blog as they have that wonderful habit of resurfacing once Mistress reads them.

Maggie clearly knows the effect the hood has on this slave, I love it for its snugness, comfort and its versatility. However, on the down side I can only gaze on at my Mistress through the little perforations, never getting a complete view of my owner. It must present a funny sight for Mistress, having my head go left and right, up and down in an attempt to see her moving around me. Perhaps that amusement is why Mistress likes this wonderful hood on her slave? No doubt, at some stage in the future, Mistress will just zip me up and leave me permanently in the dark.
As proved by being remiss with my shaving, Maggie said I could not be relied on to clean myself and would need to show me how a thorough cleaning is done - insides first. Mistress was stirring something in a jug which turned out to be a warm soap enema concoction, I was told to turn on my side to receive it and one litre was sent in to clean out my colon and held in place with an inflatable bung.

Next, my bladder was to be cleaned and Maggie completed a full sterile catheter procedure to drain my bladder of its contents, which were soon filling up a bag on the couch between my legs. She covered me with a latex sheet and gave me one of her wonderful smiles. . .’Don’t think I’ve finished with you yet slave, your lung function is to be tested as well’. . . and Maggie set off again to tidy all the medical waste from the Clinic.

I was unsure what a lung function test would comprise of, but now I had been filled and plugged and drained and clamped, the final part of my overhaul in the Clinic had arrived and it wouldn’t be long before I found out. Mistress produced a rebreather bag and gas mask and this time made sure I was able to appreciate the full extent of the apparatus by both explaining what it was and slowly displaying it to me through my little perforations until she was satisfied that I was fully aware of what was about to happen. I was to have the air inlet valve closed for 1 minute. The mask was fitted and time to inhale deeply. 1, 2, 3,

. . . 58, 59 and 60 and not a second longer. Mistress opened the valve and I took a large lungful of fresh air, heavily scented with latex as it passed through the opened rebreather valve. Maggie appeared pleased with the result, I was definitely pleased that I had passed and that I hadn't panicked; always trust your Mistress.

With the testing finished it was on to my special request. Intrigued as to what treat lay in-store, Maggie carefully guided me from the couch, allowed me a few moments to adjust to the catheter and severely inflated butt plug that was still sealing in the soapy solution, then ushered me back into the Playroom. Ah! that’s what my surprise was to be - a nice restful period in the rubber bondage sack that was now hanging limply from the ceiling ring in the centre of the room.

Maggie soon had me secured in it, with its straitjacket straps keeping my arms from flapping about and, once Mistress had manoeuvred me onto the latex bed, receiving a set of straps across my legs to keep them immobile as well.

I am owned by a truly wonderful Mistress. To have read my blog and decided that she would give her slave a special treat by leaving me to relax in latex bondage.

I must admit though, that whilst laying there thinking about my recent blogs I could not recall having eulogised about such a fantasy. Yet I must have done because Mistress is always right, or perhaps she knows her property well and knows which buttons to press and which straps to tighten?

Frequently I misread my Mistresses intentions. All this luxury, the warmth radiating through the layers of thick latex, the gentle touch as my Mistress stroked my latex enclosed head; still wearing that nice white latex hood now zipped closed, were only the precursor to the treat Mistress had planned for her slave. She leant forward and said. ’You wished for this in your previous blog’.

I felt the centre zip of the bondage sack slowly being opened and Mistress set to work on the real purpose of all this preparation and the fulfilment of my wish. It struck me what was about to happen as I heard that distinct sound of tape being removed from a roll, and moments later felt that tape being attached round cock and balls. It turns out that Mistress had read the following words in the last blog :-


Careful placement of more tape resulted in a complete cocoon, and you will notice that the binding was made to integrate my catheter into the homogeneous blob which was once my Mistresses cock and balls.

I can't begin to say how both exciting and frustrating it felt as Mistress straddled and stroked my stump still wearing that luxurious latex outfit. One thing is certain, even with her cock and balls severely bandaged, I am still a red blooded slave and still haven't yet learnt that I must control myself no matter what. When my genitals were finally untaped, it certainly was a relief that Mistress had already removed all the hairs round her property.

And finally, a word of caution to anyone wishing to vent a very soapy enema. After I had been extracted from my bondage and layers of latex, I was sent to the bathroom to sort out my full soapy bowels. I made the mistake of deflating the plug and attempting to remove the bulb without relieving the pressure that had built up. It would have been far more sensible to unplug the central tube first and let the pressure out in a more controlled manner, rather than a Hiroshima style explosion! - Consequently, Mistress Maggie had me spend quite a while thoroughly cleaning and disinfecting the results!

Friday 6 January 2017

I'm Not Convinced You're Hot Enough

It was Friday and my first session of the new year was only one hour away and I knew that Mistress Maggie would be awaiting my confirmation. In an effort to reaffirm that I was her property and how my attendance was solely dependent on my Mistresses agreement and nothing else, I began typing my text message . . .   ‘May I still attend at 1430 please?’

First mistake of 2017. Mistress clearly was not in the mood for my grovelling approach, especially as she had taken time to write to me yesterday with a firm reminder to present myself for further training. Mistress deemed that some discipline was needed for my stupidity and careless choice of words and I was immediately confronted with my just desserts. I took my place over Maggie’s knee to receive a warm up hand spanking followed by a right roasting with a series of implements, those slapping slippers and leather slappers came raining down until my backside felt red hot, but not hot enough by all accounts.

Maggie continued with her interrogations. ‘What's all this may I attend rubbish? . . . I was expecting a confirmation, not a question that’s been answered . . . Are you trying to tell me something slave? . . . Don’t you want to continue your training slave? . . .’  a half inch thick wooden bum blisterer was put to work to assist with  generating some sensible replies. I must confess that I got a thrill from being prone across Mistresses latex covered thighs, a comment I will no doubt pay for in the future. I then received a little plastic bagging whilst my Mistress outlined the rest of the session to me through the misting plastic. ‘Your red scorching bum is only the start, I have even more hot ways coming, enough to give you a thirst’.

After that I was fitted into my black catsuit and the session was moved to the White Room. The heating had been set at a cozy level, so the latex hospital gown I was given to wear and the large latex drape that was covering the couch were already nice and warm. I was told to lay down with my legs raised up and Maggie brought in some white ropes and did a good job of securing me down, neatly roping up my balls out the way of my backside, she then set up her Gas Station to administer therapeutic aromas.

Mistress has so many gas masks at her disposal, but decided the large lenses of an S10 would give me the best view of the proceedings, and with my head raised up it was fitted on over the top of my latex mask to create an excellent seal. A corrugated hose connected slave to Gas Station and I was sent on a high, as Mistress took charge of the pump and started squeezing the aroma through the pipework to subdue me. I smiled because this configuration is generally the precursor to some anal play with my Mistress.

My hands which had been left hanging were now to be prevented from wandering as they were inserted into leather fist mittens and the sound of metal snap fasteners indicated the end of my freedom. I checked, and yes, I was securely attached to the couch, a cruel fate because Mistress knows I dream of stroking her superb latex clad buttocks whenever I can.

The pumped aromas were starting to take effect on my arsehole. I had already been fitted with my regular butt plug earlier, but now my muscles were nice and relaxed it was time for it to be removed and a pair of electric Kegel balls installed instead; there was a sensation of cold metal being tightened around cock and balls which also turned out to be electrodes. When Mistress was satisfied I was wired up correctly she squeezed the aroma pump a few times, ‘a little more medicine for you'  and the electric pulses were turned on. ‘Slave, are you feeling hot yet in all that rubber?’.

What could I say? I was starting to warm up; not at the boiling stage but sufficient to feel pleasantly warm. I grunted a 'No Mistress' through the S10. Mistress gave me and my rubber layers a stroke to feel my temperature for herself. ’Well, I’m not quite convinced that is hot enough for you. You need more rubber, and also, I am now going to switch up your electrodes to make things a little more steamy!'

And up the electrodes went. Not high enough to force an explosive eruption, more a gradual build up of seismic pressure that would eventually violently erupt. A bit like Vesuvius and on went a another layer of latex in the form of the Clinics clear rubber sheet. Yep, I was definitely starting to warm up by now but I was loving the situation even more.

It was then that I started to think about Christmas and how the turkey might have felt. No, I hadn't completely lost the plot, it was Maggie’s liberal use of the hairdryer that caused me to think that way! She was now seriously raising my temperature levels with her high power hair dryer all over my exposed bits and rubber covered bits. It got me thinking what it must feel like being in a fan oven and naturally, being early January, I could still visualise the turkey cooking and browning away in . . . the fan oven. I said I hadn't lost it! Anyway, what could I do? My orifice was stuffed with fancy pulse stuffing and all I could do was lie back and roast.

The electrodes were continuing to deliver their thrill building pulses when Mistress decreed some larger ass play would amuse her; off she went to put on a strap-on. Of course, the Kegel balls needed to be removed to make way for the invader, but I hardly had chance to take a breath before her strap-on was inserted. Maggie kindly described which dildo she was wearing and how she intended to use it. Due to my prone position I was unable see as the strap-on found its way into my hole, but I could certainly feel it as the first inch or so was eased in then the whole of the rest sank deep inside me and gave me a good long fucking. I certainly know my place when Maggie mounts me and we both know who is the leader of this pack and it ain’t me!

The aromas had worked, the butt plug had worked, the Kegels had worked in loosening my arsehole and the dildo slid in and out effortlessly as Maggie pounded my insides. Slow slow, quick quick slow. I was really disappointed when the dildo was finally pulled all the way out and the electric Kegels were re-instated. It is hard to believe that when Mistress first took my cherry, it was a one finger job and quite tight. Now I can take big toys and still hunger for more.

In fact, thinking back to when I was fortunate to be taken in hand by my owner, there were many challenges I would never have believed possible. For instance, who would have thought that one day I would willingly accept needles through my nipples without anything more than a murmur. Yet, without any warning my Mistress wished to insert needles in my nipples right now.

The warm rubber sheet and my gown were rolled up and tucked under my chin, my nipple zips were opened and my nipples revealed then subsequently pulled and extended. On the count of three a needle was pushed through each one in an operation that took less than two minutes. Mistress said she was pleased that I hadn't flinched with the needles, or even good enough to have earned some rewards. A deep breath when instructed helps to absorb the pain and this happy slave once more was fulfilling my promise to willingly do whatever my Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

The nipple needles were there to stay, I was covered up in the gown and rubber sheet again and Maggie did another temperature check by fondling her latex covered slave, declaring ‘I am still not convinced you are hot enough’.

I guessed I may experience another encounter with her hot hairdryer, and so I did, but not before Mistress had cleared away all her electrodes and smothered all my exposed bits with cocoa butter, gently massaging the butter into my skin. Now that did nearly embarrass me. Imagine, the soft massaging motion of a beautiful woman working on and around your groin; massaging gently and even easing the zips a little higher to expose even more of my excited quivering flesh. And then back to the Christmas theme of basting the turkey, Mistress once more turned on the hair dryer, fanning and directed its heat over the recently buttered areas and my rubber covering. By now I was getting genuinely hot!
 
Ah! At last Mistress declared that I may have been sufficiently warmed up, pricked, poked, gassed, basted, stuffed and even hot enough to have developed a thirst. I was kindly asked if I would like a drink ‘oh, yes please Mistress’. First though and because of all the various items that had found their way up my arse, Mistress said I should be cleaned internally and at the same time be rehydrated by absorption. After that if there was any liquid left I could have my drink.

I am not convinced that filling my back passage with fluid actually helps hydration, but as always, Maggie knows best and there is no better and easier way but for her to produce the warm, fresh fluids needed to clean out that orifice.

Once again I could hear the feint splash as a jug was being filled. I tried to look but the bondage inhibited my line of sight, so I had to be content with a description of what was happening. At least Mistress did bring the inflatable butt plug into my vision to ask if six pumps would keep the plug in? Yep, six pumps looked quite satisfactory through the round windows of the S10. Thank you for that Mistress! In went the nectar enema. Not particularly taxing because Mistress reserved some of her piss as a thirst quencher, but enough for me to once more relish that feeling that Mistresses fluids were now safely plugged inside her slave.

Finally I got to quench my thirst with what was left over from my enema as I took a sip on the presented tube. By this time my champagne had cooled and it turned out to be the most refreshing drink I had received for a long time. 2017 was actually turning out a lot better than my initial mistake with the text would have suggested. I think Maggie was moderately pleased with our progress in this first session after the break, and I was allowed down off the couch ready to learn about my rewards.

‘Slave, I am pleased with your progress, you have been very well behaved today and have earned yourself the privilege of licking my heels’. The enema was still gurgling about in my stomach as I took my place at her booted feet.

Naturally and as always, I had shown my devotions at the start of the session, when I had thrown myself at those thigh boots had given them considerable tonguing attention, right down to the open toes and Mistresses clearly visible red varnished toenails. Now I was allowed the delight of cleaning and consuming her high heels.

In each heel went and I actually smiled to myself that I was able to accommodate the whole length of Maggie's heels without gagging. I also had an added bonus; that I could gaze up those superbly crafted legs, past the tops of those boots, past those sacred and superbly latex enclosed thighs, past Mistresses tightly latex covered bottom, past her superb latex covered breasts with their nipple zips still, unfortunately, firmly closed, lingering a little on the striking three pronged necklace that provided the only colour to the severe black, and finally coming to rest on the most beautiful Mistress I could ever imagine.

I think I had almost pleased my Mistress during the session because as a final reward, I was allowed to pay homage to my Mistresses latex covered thighs. An area that is normally out of bounds and subject to punishment if I were to stray past the tops of her boots. It was a hard decision but what could an obedient slave do. Dive straight in. I gently caressed and licked her thighs with long slow movements. I must say her latex covered thighs are stunning, smooth and warm. Heat was radiating from my Mistresses abdomen and my own temperature was certainly starting to rise again. I loved every short moment that I was allowed in such proximity to that permanently excluded area.

Then it was all over. I had received my rewards for being a passable slave and it was off to the bathroom to deflate the enema bung and let the liquid flow. This is the only time I feel embarrassed in my Mistresses company. Next time I think I will suggest Mistress Maggie wears her newly completed Steampunk mask. As for the signs for 2017, if the rest of the year flows like this first session, this slave will continue to be in heaven and I will be able to serve my owner in whatever way she sees fit.

I will also revert to 14:30 arrival confirmed. Trying too hard to say how my slave existence depends wholly on my Mistress sometimes lands me in trouble!

Friday 15 July 2016

Plain Stupidity

Oh what depths of stupidity can a simple slave sink to? It was only two months ago when I reported in this blog that I had received 20 hard strokes of the cane from Mistress Maggie for carelessness in web addressing. I promised at the time to learn ‘Less haste more attention’, yet here I am having to report exactly the same issues again. A week ago, I received the following from Maggie. ’I’m a bit pissed off, your web addressing is so clumsy slave.’ That was an understatement and in Harry Potter terms, I received a Howler!

Maggie knows that the simple mention of nipple clamps will set her slave wincing. To compound anxiety at being such a stupid slave, at the start of this week, Mistress allowed me a choice:

'  I am not adverse to a little bartering and propose a couple of options. How do we make you learn ‘less haste more attention?' -

a. nipple torture
b. reduced nipple torture plus 40 cane strokes


Make a choice slave, a or b . . .  '

A - I replied by email! The feeling of those 20 intense cane strokes I had taken came flooding back to me, never mind 40. I thought that ‘A’ may be the easier option to manage. Oh how wrong could I be?

I was greeted by Mistress at the door to the Chambers, as always she was a complete picture of power, grace and beauty. Dressed in a stunning black, underwired latex leotard she ushered me in, her legs were adorned with shiny black patent boots complemented by transparent seamed latex stockings, she wore long transparent gloves that gestured me to follow her undulating bottom to the Playroom. Mistress Maggie had me stand before her and chided me for my poor performance, saying ‘your nipples will be badly punished for this’, before explaining, albeit somewhat briefly, the running order for the session. In a change to normal routine, Mistress chose to perform the punishment at the end of our session, and why that decision was the best choice will unfold in the blog.

Mistress said she would like me in full black rubber and to lay my catsuit on the bed. I was then sent to the bathroom to undress and put on my latex stockings and gloves, returning in no time at all to find Mistress reclining on the padded bench awaiting some good boot licking from her slave. So I busied my tongue and set about shining her already shiny knee boots, before Mistress stood up and indicated that I should occupy the padded bench instead. I knelt there, bum raised for my butt plug to be slid home very easily.


Mistress must have liked her slave in this position, as going off at a tangent she allowed herself one of those rare off-script moments; selecting one of her many leather whips and landing fast rotating strokes on my proffered backside with it. The laughing tone in her voice suggested she was much amused. ‘I just couldn’t resist, your ass looked like it needed beating’. Maggie was happy, I was happy and the world was. . . quite a mess actually with Brexit, Nice etc, but at that point I didn't care, I was in my own little world with my owner.

Mistress helped me into my rubber catsuit and I was ready for my next adventure. We adjourned to the Clinic, and there I was tied to a chair; a small length of rope was all that was required to secure my wrists. Maggie produced a roll of standard cling film, suffice is to say that my vision of Mistress was soon transformed from crystal clear to shiny and hazy, the layers were being stretched tight round my head and smoothed into position. I was grateful to feel her finger being forced through the plastic into my mouth, allowing me a necessary breath.

Carefully onto the couch, I was strapped down with legs suspended from the ‘goalpost’ frame and a rigid posture collar strapped round my neck to ensure I was only looking forward. I love watching Maggie move around and this, together with the cling-film, curtailed that visual enjoyment, but Mistress was happy and I could still hear what was going on.

Out came the butt plug and after a couple of long drags from the aroma dispenser to help me relax Mistress vanished, returning a couple of moments later with items that she started feeding into my vacant orifice. ‘Piss ice cubes’, she proudly announced and fed them one by one into my eager cave, pushing them deep inside with a medical instrument. It was a strange feeling or rather a lack of a strange feeling. I could tell the four ice cubes were up there but there was very little discomfort normally associated with the application of ice to the human body.

As I lay there relishing the thought that Mistress had allowed some of her juices to actually be inside me, I received more excellent news in the form of that soft tinkling sound, as Mistress stood beside my left ear and emptied the contents of her bladder into a jug. The pee was quickly decanted into the large enema bag and I was informed that some very warm fluids would be joining the four piss cubes.

More relaxation from the aromas and the Bardex double balloon enema tube was in place. No discomfort whatsoever, in fact I really love how Mistress handles insertions into my bum; sufficient lubrication, gentle insertion, judicious application of relaxing aromas, she has trained me well. Not satisfied that I was receiving my fill, (big smile from me as I realised my bum capacity exceeded that of Mistresses considerable bladder), so a quick trip to the bathroom for a jug full of warm water to supplement her juices in the enema bag and. . . . just lay there and enjoy the liquid infusion. It is a very pleasant sensation to receive the warm water and pee mixture, I smiled once more because I knew I had quite a lot of my Mistress actually inside me this time. Melting piss cubes coming into contact with the warm piss and colon walls had now added to the considerable amount of liquid gurgling around inside my distended stomach.

Once emptied, the enema tube was securely clamped and plugged, and I was full of Mistresses very special golden juice, very comfortable and mentally such a turn on. I might well have had an accompanying erection, but Mistress was now fitting some very heavy equipment around cock and balls that turned out to be a metal chastity cage. More of that later.

Then things started to take a turn for the worse. Up until now there had been no attention to nipples, despite their zips being wide open and free range for Maggie. I think my nipples had retracted as far as they could in an attempt to escape their imminent punishment, but to no avail. The suction cups came out and Maggie started winding them up to create a vacuum around my freshly lubricated buds. Every few minutes, Mistress applied a few more turns of the screws and kept pulling the cups to make sure they were firmly attached and doing their job of stretching my nipples. I would have willingly told her if only she’d asked and if I didn't have a breathing tube stuck in my mouth. I could have also told her that the nipples didn't need the extra weight suspended from the ’goalpost’ frame, and that is perhaps the reason why I needed the breathing tube, to keep me quiet!

OK quick resume: bowels full of Mistresses piss, head covered in cling film, cock locked up, strapped to a gynae couch, nipples being distended and sucked out of hibernation - next came the bombshell. ‘Right. Back to the Playroom to start your nipple punishment now slave’.

Start the punishment! My nipples were already standing out like the new door chime I had rung much earlier. As Mistress was making final preparations for the move, I could vaguely see her fondling the roll of cling film and off came another length and straight across my face and importantly my aghast mouth hole. Unconcerned that I was now struggling for breaths, Mistress continued with her removal preparations. It was then I discovered why Mistress had bought standard cling film to incarcerate her slaves' head. With a single film over my mouth I sucked really hard to let Mistress know I was about to expire, this resulted in a loud pop like a balloon bursting and I had sucked an air hole for myself. Maggie just carried on untying my straps and cutting off the head shroud as if nothing had happened. I am the property of an amazing woman and true expert in getting the best out of her slaves.

Waddling back to the Playroom with the two Bardex pumps swinging between my legs the punishment part of my session was about to start. I was given some latex head gear instead: the open latex hood and the special face muzzle. Lying flat on the low punishment bench my hands were 'mitted' and strapped out of the way and my head placed inside the Stocks that were in turn hung from the overhead ring. If punishing my nipples hadn't been the order of the day, I was in the perfect position to have my Mistress sink her latex covered rump over a very eager slaves mouth. As it was, with my now extended and available nipples, Maggie set about torturing them. I use the word torture because that is exactly what she did. I knew I fully deserved whatever punishment Maggie thought was necessary and was resolved to accept it in the best way I could.

With light pinches it started off OK, but as Maggie sat on my piss extended abdomen she started work on both nipples with her sharp nails. Unlike a clamp which is a short sharp pain followed by a growing ache, Maggie's nails were relentless. Left scratch right scratch, left, right, left, left, right, right, gripping my nipples with her nails and squeezing and pulling them hard in all directions. All the time I was getting closer to that edge. I could tell I had arrived at the pain threshold because my breathing starts to go really ragged with the pain, I had to really beg ‘Mistress. No more. PLEASE no more. . . ‘. I am fortunate Mistress knows when I am 'there’, she released me and allowed a few minutes of calmness before moving me to the Throne, where a chain was used round my chest and my hands securely cuffed, my Bardex balloons dangling nicely through the central hole in the Throne. I used the brief respite to regulate my breathing and retreat as far as I could from that pain edge.

Maggie took a dog brush and dragged the horrible nylon bristles back and forth across my chest. Occasionally she wiped away a few spots of blood. My ordeal wasn't over, nor should it have been. I had really disappointed my Mistress and it was up to her to decide the punishment. The box of nipple clamps was put on the table. ‘Oh look, do you remember these nice custardy yellow ones for cowards? You've worn these before’. Yes and they had bloody well hurt, that was before my nipples were battered and ripped to shreds and very sore, yet strangely after a few moments recovery Mistress applied the yellow perils and I was able to absorb the pain; I deserved it and would cope with the discomfort. It didn't stop me from really pleading with Mistress as the pain grew intense, I had been granted permission to shout and cry, this punishment was justified and I had no complaints.

After two more styles of nipple clamps, I was once again approaching that edge. This time Mistress determined that enough pain had been inflicted and I was well and truly punished for my misdemeanours, perhaps now I will remember ‘Less haste more attention’. I think that’s why my owner decided to undertake punishment at the end of the session. If I was that close to my pain threshold after an early punishment I would have been of little use in the Clinic, more of a wimp and Mistress would miss out on some of her hard earned enjoyment.

Brilliant strategist is Mistress Maggie.

Two things worthy of mention occurred after the formal end of my punishment, beginning with some sumptuous recovery time on the Playroom latex bed. Maggie innocently said I would have to go home wearing the chastity device fitted in the Clinic, but when she went under cover to check it, it had disappeared; the device not her cock and balls I hasten to add. I must have a cock and balls tutored by Houdini, either that or I had relaxed and recovered so much that it had just dropped off. Then later as we were having a 'wind down' coffee, Mistress sat herself down on the sofa, gave me a cloth and Mr Sheen and I was re-acquainted with her patent boots and told to polish them. I found that action so natural and just enjoyed the act of continuing to serve my owner.

Did I have another good session? Yes another excellent one. I deserved the punishment and will really try harder to consistently please my Mistress.
Are your nipples still sore? Bloody well yes. The following morning I could barely touch the buds; not helped by Mistress stamping each nipple with the ‘I’ve been punished by Mistress Maggie’ stamp. I do love these extra bits of attention that I am granted.
Is Mistress really sadistic? Yes but only when you deserve it, or when she feels like it!