PPI

No, nothing to do with Payment Protection Insurance, but a title that came to mind following something Mistress Maggie said to me; she had called me a Pee Powered Individual. But before we flow into that area I was really concerned that Mistress Maggie may be tired of her faithful but ageing slave and may cast me aside into that abyss which is Room 101, never again to worship my Mistress. All I could do to prevent this catastrophe was to promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asked, immediately and without question.

Today, I was to bring all my red rubber fetish clothes. I had even taken the liberty of arriving in my nice pair of red shorts. I’m getting more bold with wearing rubber, it is now quite common for me to wear either my red, black or smoky black shorts under my everyday clothes - apologies, I digress. Divested of my outer garments and naked except for latex gloves and socks I was reminded of my submissive position, I returned to the Playroom where I lay prostrate on the floor and proceeded to clean, tongue polish and generally worship Mistresses slingback patent shoes.

Maggie was guiding my efforts with the tip of her riding crop and I knew any infractions would earn an immediate crack, but her crop did not need to be deployed in anger as Maggie has trained me well, her slave must attend to her shoes until she is satisfied, which can be quite a feat when Maggie is in her figure hugging black latex catsuit which always drives me to distraction.

With the help of a little powder I was slipping into the red catsuit. Once on, I was to stand and bend over the Playroom throne with my legs apart. Mistress opened my crotch zip, donned yet another pair of safety gloves and slipped her finger into my bum. More lubrication and the same again, her finger moving slowly in and out and round about, my excited passage feeling quite relaxed and very willing to take my little anal friend and the butt-plug was soon pushed into place and zipped snugly out of sight.

Mistress seated herself on the black rubber bed, beckoned me over and described how she would like me to worship her latex curves, a privilege that would keep me busy for some length of time, and she said I would clearly benefit from a lesson in managing without air. Out came a large plastic bag, pulled over my face and gathered tightly round my neck until I had had my lesson and was gasping for breaths, pleading with Mistress for air.

Mistress discarded the bag and relaxed on the bed, first on her back then on her front, and I was instructed to lick, kiss and caress every part of her black latex second skin. With my earlier reservations about remaining a useful slave still in the back of my mind I set about doing exactly what Maggie wished. My licks and kisses started at the top, making their way over Maggie’s latex covered breasts and down to her stomach, she used her arms and legs to draw me in as I continued to massage her latex with my tongue. Up and down and back up each of her superbly formed legs as Mistress gracefully positioned them for my best attention.

I think I was making a little progress easing Mistresses tensions, as every now and then Maggie would give an involuntary twitch, or an almost imperceptible sigh could be heard amongst the noisy sounds of rubber rubbing on rubber. Then suddenly Mistress told me to move aside so she could stand up. At times like this I am to freeze, remaining exactly where I am until told otherwise, although I was sorely tempted to turn towards the sounds of my Mistress in her latex, who had made her way through the door and was now returning with an item from the Clinic. ‘Hold this for me slave’, she said handing me the yellow enema bag. Maggie carefully unzipped her crotch zip and used the bag to catch the contents of her full bladder. I watched and listened to the music of the softly tinkling fluid as it was guided into the receptacle, and I could just sense essence of Mistress with a hint of rubber as I smiled inwardly thinking I may get a taste of the bags contents later.

There was a temporary adjournment as Maggie returned to the Clinic taking the bag and its contents with her, then back on the bed and back to the rubbery delight of licking, cleaning and caressing those oh so perfect thighs. Maggie turned over and I was finally able to make intimate contact with those glorious black globes that I so eagerly follow but daren't touch, up the stairs to the Playroom. Boy, was I in heaven for quite a while there. I did get the impression Maggie was enjoying herself; I knew I was, but of course we run to Maggie's time and it was time for a change and a little suspension.

The suspension frame was lowered from the ceiling and the heavy harness attached to the frame with stout chains. Mistress had her strapon pointing right at me, ‘OK, I will be making sure you are well stretched today, get ready to be raised to a good height for some anal abuse’. With a thoughtful touch she allowed me to wear a head harness, I was all strapped in and I was off flying with ankles chained to the other side of the frame. I just lay back and enjoyed being lifted to whatever height Mistress wanted me at. Note for the next time Mistress wants me in red latex; she did remark that it appears that whenever I am flying from her rafters I am always wearing my red catsuit. Perhaps it’s a red rubber flying suit? but I will check the blogs to see if that is the case.

What is the case is that Mistress was in a mood for giving her slave a good dildoing, and boy was it good. Long deep and powerful thrusts interspersed with short bursts of cock stimulation had me knee bending in the chain suspension to allow Mistress to penetrate even more deeply. I am sure I could feel the retaining ring of the dildo against my ass cheeks as it went all the way in. Mistress had me in a most vulnerable position, and over the course of the next hour or so she must have repeated this action about half a dozen times; fucking my ass each time she passed, whilst teasing my cock with occasional strokes and vibrations with a silver vibrator. Maggie gave her slave the best and longest riding that I have experienced and use of the frame and leather harness in this context is definitely one to recommend.

At one point I could feel Mistress inserting something into my cock. It had been a long time since Mistress had treated me to this pleasurable sensation and I wasn't sure if it was an electrode or one of her many sounds. Whatever it was, it was a most pleasant sensation. When Maggie next left the room I couldn’t help but have a little feel and discovered it was a sound, but as I was gently massaging my swollen member it dropped out. I pleaded ignorance when Maggie returned and mumbled, 'It just dropped out’. I suspect if Maggie reads this it might just drop right back in there but held a little more securely!. Fortunately it was tethered and the red rope stopped it from clattering to the floor. Maggie just stuck it back in my cock hole and started fucking me again, as the suspension moved to and fro with her thrusts, the metal sound slid up and down my urethral passage.

Once Maggie was satisfied with her reaming, she set about soothing, cooling and filling my overheating arsehole. I received the second dose of PPI as the contents of the previously filled enema bag were wheeled into the Playroom on a drip stand and promptly fed into a very willing and receptive orifice. My ass must have been wide open as Mistress was pleasantly surprised at the speed the enema was infused. 'It's gone in already’, she said and an inflatable bung was deployed to keep it there. I wasn't surprised at all as in the past I have taken 2 litres from Mistress with little or no discomfort. As good as Mistress Maggie's pee reservoir is, I am sure it doesn't run to two litres. What I didn’t know is that I had more PPI surprises to come and there was more pee in reserve.

After all my hard work (lol) Mistress lowered the frame. I, however was feeling very happy with everything I had received and  somewhat mischievous. As Maggie lowered the frame with her back to me I noisily closed my legs, deliberately making the chains clink and rattle and the metal suspension frame reverberate with the sudden noise. Maggie, startled by all the sudden unexpected grating noises instantly turned to check, as an exceptional Mistress would, that nothing untoward had happened to her slave. I suspect I shouldn't have teased my Mistress like that as I was quite safe, but I was feeling so good by that stage that a little fun never does anyone any harm. Hmmm! No doubt that will come back to haunt me.

Mistress donned her rubber piss pants and allowed me a long slow warm drink. The nectar itself is a wonderful privilege granted by Mistress, but I was at the perfect angle to watch my drink being naturally dispensed into the 'holding tank' and then willingly gulp down my treat as the tap was slowly opened, to allow a little through at a time. Like a good PPI slave I relished every drop and am delighted to report that there were no spillages at all. I think Mistress was pleased with her delivery mechanism.

So pleased that she raised the frame again and changed her focus to the other end of her slave where she played with her cock. It felt engorged, very sensitive and the steel sound was still installed. Mistress manipulated the sound, playfully rubbing handfuls of lube along my cock, and you can guess the rest. Mistress certainly knows how to milk a slave when she chooses. My best efforts to restrain myself were to no avail because once Mistress has decided something, it happens. I am helpless and unable to resist anything my Mistress wants or does and I am definitely NOT complaining.

I am more relaxed about my future servitude and Mistress Maggie not wanting to immediately discard her property. I have achieved my wish not to be cast into room 101 and have been granted session 102. I know, I am a fortunate PPI slave.

Festive Red Head

Hardly time to close The Chambers front door, take off coat and shoes and Mistress Maggie had a lead snapped onto my slave collar and leading me up the stairs in very close proximity to her black latex clad bottom. Again with some haste, I left the festive red catsuit spread out to warm on the rubber bed, changed into my red latex socks and gloves, and knocked gently on the playroom door awaiting permission to enter. Lick, kiss and caress Mistresses black court shoes as she lay supine alongside my catsuit on the latex bed; then as instructed, head down on carpet and in went the butt plug at whirlwind speed. Talc'd and inserted into the rubber suit and that was that, preliminaries over.
I could see the Plank ominously leaning against the far wall, but for now I could only guess whether it would be used.

Mistress sent me to The Clinic where I was told I would find a packet, with instructions to put on whatever was inside. I looked at the picture and the printed words and confirmed it was an electric cock cage. I opened it and emptied the contents onto a white towel that had been laid out for me. It soon became clear that I might have a bit of trouble locking it on, what with my long latex gloves on it was tricky to even grip the device.

After fumbling for a while I finally managed to disassemble the cage and attempted to snap a ring on behind my balls, however visibility down below was poor due to my fat belly. Then I sensed that Mistress was behind me with a question ’What's the delay slave?’, I explained the problems with the gloves. The solution was simple; remove the gloves. Mind you, I had to half undress to do it! My fault of course, I should have worn the gloves over the suit. Mistress had considerately thought that it would be less stimulating for her cock if I’d had to fit the cock cage by myself. Oh well, learn for next time. Instead, locking up Maggie’s jewels with padlock and key turned out to be a four handed assignment.

I don't know why, but when I read in the calling mail . . . Be prepared to be inflated for longer and higher this time. . . , I thought it referred to either inflating my ball sac again or wearing the nice inflatable hood for an extended period. I never expected to have two large bardex balloons inserted up my bum, along with the enema that Mistress emptied into my bowels and said in a low sexy voice, ‘You will hold that until the very end of your training today’.

All the while I was receiving the enema, Mistress was either massaging my abdomen to make more room for more enema, or helping me relax by administering aroma onto a pad inside the anaesthetic mask which she’d strapped to my face. That was most effective, I was enjoying feeling more and more full but unable to accommodate the ensuing erection because of the cock cage. Oh what a beautiful sensation.

As soon as Maggie determined that her slave was full enough, we moved back to The Playroom and that is where The Plank came into play. Its steel legs were attached and Mistress produced a large roll of red shrink-wrap to create a light wrap, from my knees, past my well filled bowels and up as far as my neck. Like a good slave I rotated when told to avoid giving Maggie the run-around. Mistress guided me towards the Plank where I lay down and was firmly attached to it with a lot more turns of the red plastic wrap.

I felt deeply moved (in more ways than just the enema) as Maggie produced and fitted a red plastic hood that she had crafted just for her slave. I eagerly sealed my lips around a breathe through gag as the hood was finally strapped in place. Learning from a previous experience where my rubber sock was accidentally ripped when I wore boots, Maggie remembered to put cotton socks on my feet before padlocking my legs into the most immobilising pair of bondage boots. A very warm hair dryer was played over my new red plastic skin. I felt good, tightly secure and ready for some 'unusual' suspension.

The picture shows how I ended up, but not before a little more stupidity from me and a lot more laughter from both of us.

‘Don’t wriggle or move’, was my instruction as Maggie began raising the Plank on the pulleys, unscrewing the legs so it could hang freely, first one end raised then the other.

It was at this point that my enema decided to relocate itself and I couldn’t help wriggling to accommodate it. I must have put the low suspended Plank off balance and, ever so slowly, like the Poseidon Adventure, the whole plank capsized at starboard side, until I was on my side with my breathing tube touching the carpet.

There was a moments silence and I thought what brilliant and unusual suspension. The wrap held very firm; I was still attached to The Plank; I was perfectly happy and then Maggie cracked out laughing and said ‘I told you not to move’. One thing’s for sure, I am living proof that it is still possible to laugh your head off even with an inflated gag filling your mouth! It took longer for our laughter to subside than for Maggie to return her planked slave back into a horizontal position and complete her planned diagonal suspension.

A Mistresses work on her slaves is never done. Using her fingernails Maggie picked her way through the shrink wrap to expose both nipples and groin, and switched the electric cock cage to ON. What a devilishly fiendish device that cock cage turned out to be.

Maggie knows her slave well and set a nice rhythmic pulsing through the cage. Nipple clamps next, red ones. I have had them before but today they were extra effective and I screamed through the gag as they bit home. Maggie said that a good dose of aroma would help me accept my painful predicament. There was a port in the red hood just above my left ear and Maggie had been using it to send in breaths of air, but now used it to insert an aroma infused pad.

When 'told' I made the conscious effort to unseal my lips from the gag and take a lungful of air from inside the hood. Ah yes - it did help but the clamps still bloody well hurt.

After a while Mistress removed my rubber breathing gag and something else was pushed into my plastic mouth hole. My instant reaction was to bite down on it, unfortunately it was Mistresses thumb. Word of advice: Never bite the hand that feeds you, or thumb in this case. Up went the electrics to Program 2 level 25. I wont do that again! The pain almost matched that through the nipple clamps.

As often happens when returned to a manageable level, the electrics milked me. No choice. No option. Uncontrollable. That is probably why it is called e-stim.
I then realised Mistress was serious when she said I was going home in the cage as she took one of the keys, sealed it in an envelope for absolute emergencies only, and marked it in such I way that she’d know if it had been tampered with. I was to return on Monday to be released.

Now unwrapped and with ballet boots and suit removed we moved carefully to the bathroom. Maggie deflated the double bardex and slowly removed the enema tube. I clenched my buttocks tight shut until safely on the porcelain then all hell was let loose. I was pleased when Mistress closed the door and returned to the Playroom, leaving me to my own devices.

I will do absolutely anything for Mistress Maggie, but I do draw the line at gassing her with the results of a long held soapy enema.

If you were following my previous blog, yes I was treated to another superb mince pie and I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and continue to enjoy reading about my excellent sessions with a truly remarkable Mistress and friend. Long may they continue.

Complete Genital Transformation

There were few session preliminaries today, as Mistress Maggie explained that she would be redesigning my genitalia, there was lots to do and she needed to get started.

I helped Maggie remove her new shiny black mac, putting it aside to reveal a stunning one piece clear plastic suit. I was putty in her hands, she knew I would be, and I was ready for anything. Mistress told me to hurry along and get into my latex t-shirt and gloves and to report at her feet for boot worship. Black shiny lace ups today, all the way to her knee. Maggie added a latex slave hood to my costume, I poked my tongue through the mouth hole and took as long as I could worshipping those boots, but didn't dare stray onto her plastic skin. When Maggie was happy with my attentions I was given a special red rubber suit to wear, a loose fitting suit made of the thinnest latex. A little talc and some very careful dressing had me snugly fitted inside it, finished off with several wraps of rubber bandage round my middle. ‘Can't use the tight leather corset as you will need to expand’. Maggie had hinted at an enema in my call up mail and that remark kind of confirmed it and I was ushered into the Clinic.

The very first thing Maggie did when we entered the Clinic was to enthusiastically show me her design for giving my genitals a complete transformation. She was obviously pleased with the simple yet elegant design, showing what used to be my cock and balls neatly sutured into one large homogeneous blob. Rather worryingly, she did say that I should take a moment to say goodbye to my cock. The interesting additions were in the detail. Wires leading from where the end of my cock once was and some 'seasonal vegetation' as adornment. I was excited, a little apprehensive, a little expectant but fully committed to whatever Mistress wished to do.

The final bit of the briefing brought home the magnitude of the operation that I had willingly consented to. I was to receive the enema because once I saw the results of Mistresses needlework I would want to crap myself and the enema might 'help'. A big smile from Maggie and 'You will receive at least two litres slave'. I had briefly easily held that before but at least two? Two and a half, three litres? Maggie would decide.

I was comfortable on the gynaecology couch when Maggie returned with one jug full of warm water, mixed in her magic powders to make it soapy and poured the contents into the enema bag. I was a little less comfortable when she returned with the second jug full and repeated the procedure.

Hmm . . . Quite a lot then! Get comfortable on my side, a little grease and tube up my backside and I was ready for Mistress to open the tap, and that was that. No discomfort, in fact it was quite pleasant as Maggie gently massaged my lower stomach to aid the flow, occasionally checking that her slave was still alright to continue.

Oh most definitely yes. I tried to sound nonchalant but Maggie knows her slave well now and knew I was enjoying the situation. Once I had received all the fluid Maggie plugged it in and the volatile contents of my bowels were trapped to work their magic, sealed by the inflatable plug that ensured my bum was well and truly bunged up. Nothing to worry about so far. In the past I've kept enemas in for 10 minutes or so with no problems at all so what could go wrong today? 'That will stay in until I'm finished'.
Maggie helped me onto my back with legs in the chairs stirrups, she removed my plain latex hood and replaced it with another of her own design. A comfortable and nice fitting zipped, black latex little number, with an array of tubes that I had to bite down on and a generous honeycomb mesh across the eyes; generous as I could, with a little adjustment, see Maggie as she moved around the Clinic. I did see and hear Mistress stick two electrodes onto my cock, secured them with many turns of a white bandage and test out the electrics. Y. . E. . S - electrics working!

Then she was off to the bathroom to wash her hands and don her operation gloves. I also saw through the honeycomb, Mistress choosing her sewing instruments and carefully placing the PVC operating sheet over my cock and balls. 'Are you ready slave to receive your complete genital transformation?’. I had promised I would do anything for my Mistress and confirmed I was ready and willing for whatever she wished to do.

That first knotted stitch is a pain, but after that Maggie settled into her routine and slowly and steadily completed the first set of sutures. 'Slave, control your cock.' I couldn't help it, despite having my genitals sewn up, I was getting hard. I really tried to concentrate, but every time the needle went in it brought me back to the fact that my Mistress was stitching up my delicate bits and I was enjoying it! A brief interlude as the second suture was threaded and on went the sewing. I could see the concentration on Maggie's face through my hood, looking quite intense and really attractive as she persisted sewing up my bits and pieces.

Every now and then my stomach would let out a low rumble to announce it was still full, and occasionally Maggie came across a really resistant piece of scrotum, strangely always on my left side, piercing these reluctant areas was the only time the stitching really took my breath away.

It took a while for the dozen or so stitches to be completed and every so often Maggie would appear next to my head and exhale a full lungful of her precious breath down my breathing tube. I loved that little touch; a little respite for Maggie from her concentration on the sewing and that sweet taste of Mistress for me to savour.

And finally a wipe with a sterile pad concluded the stitching, accompanied by that wonderful laugh that Maggie has. Relief at another successful operation or the amusing sight she had just created? A bit of both probably. Maggie stood back to admire her craft work.

What a strange feeling. After all the time trying to keep my cock flaccid Maggie turned on the electrics and added a final touch of seasonal vegetation. A sprig of new growth, fresh, green nettles. About a year ago I had commented how I tried to avoid fresh shoots as they are the most potent. No chance this time as she stroked what remained of my ball sac with the sweet young thing and then fixed the twig neatly in place between the sutures.

I wanted an erection; my body said 'get your cock up' but the stitching said otherwise. My cock and balls were so firmly stitched up I could feel a quick throb and then my cock subsided. No pain at all. Maggie had done an expert job with the sutures, but boy was I frustrated. Maggie has finally completely tamed and controlled her slaves cock. I had never felt so owned or so perfectly content in my life.

Not everything in the garden was rosy. All this time, the soapy enema had been gurgling away. It was fine when I was lying on the couch but when Maggie said it was time for the toilet, I carefully sat up and the weight of two plus litres moved downwards and I did then need the loo. I still couldn’t see the full extent of my CGT, so it wasn't the visual impact that made me want to crap myself. Maggie manoeuvred me over the toilet pan and removed the plug, and . . . for the second time in two sessions I really caused my Mistress concern. Last time I choked as I was drinking, this time I think Mistress would have choked if she hadn't moved. What a stink! I felt more anxiety that I had subjected Mistress to such farmyardy smells. I definitely think Mistress would have benefited from wearing one of her gas masks; I know I would, as a horrible lungful of pong was creeping its way up my breathing tubes. I really must change my diet!

Needless to say, I was told to clean up any mess before Maggie would even consider removing the stitches. An interesting thing about having your cock and balls 'removed’. It doesn't stop you from peeing, although you do need to be seated as aiming is somewhat difficult - and as for writing your name in the snow, forget it.

After I’d thoroughly cleaned the bathroom, Mistress relented and said she would remove the stitches. Each one was carefully snipped, removed and consigned to the bin. A thorough clean with the antiseptic wipes, a final suture check and I was pronounced fit for release. The medical suit was removed in the playroom and I must admit to a feeling of satisfaction as I had once again brought a smile to Maggie's face.

Any unpleasant after effects? None at all. I do have a huge smile writing this blog though.

Painful? A little, but only occasionally and certainly bearable.

Exciting? Oh yes. Mistress once again proved she has total control over her slave.

Would I repeat it? Of course but only if Maggie wants more practise or has the urge for a stitch-up.

Did I enjoy it? Of course. It made Maggie happy and it was another new experience under my belt!

It's a Hard Life

It is unquestionably a hard yet varied life being one of the many cock and balls that are owned by Mistress Maggie. Take today for instance. I knew I was to be encased in some form of chastity device and made every effort to arrive in a quiet, tumescent state to help Mistress with fitting said device. Fine and dandy until Mistress opened her front door wearing a short, see through latex skirt, the briefest of latex g-strings, her breasts enclosed in transparent latex . . . you get the picture. How can a cock and balls remain flaccid confronted with such stimuli?

Up to the playroom and more distractions. Into the latex catsuit and our black rubber plug inserted where the sun don't shine. Still, our arse did receive a nice compliment from Mistress as to how smooth and clean it was. Big smile there then, and a little more distraction for me as Maggie zipped me tightly inside the suit then gave us a rub down all over to clean away any stray talc. At least I might get a little time to compose myself and regain a more relaxed state; well not really. Cock and balls tightly encased inside the thick rubber catsuit are not conducive to inactivity. Sure enough, as Mistress walked us through to the Clinic, I was fighting a losing battle to stay soft for Maggie.

As you would expect, Mistress has my number and after strapping us to the couch, disappeared with a cheery "Just need to fetch something from the freezer". We know what that means and that certainly will help with returning me to a nice relaxed, albeit somewhat chilled state. It worked, although I was a little awkward with the first ring that Maggie tried but a second one fitted well round my base and the cage, rather unfortunately did as its name implies and caged me good and proper. So long as I can keep a nice quiet frame of cock and ball mind, the cage fits well with plenty of room.

That takes no account of the cruel side of Mistress Maggie. Not content that I was safely locked out of harms way she set about me with that pesky pink vibrator. Enough is enough. How could any cock and balls resist that onslaught. Well, like Jack and his beanstalk, I grew and grew until I could grow no further. Tightly encased in a solid steel cage; I said at the start it’s a hard life.

Now that Mistress had me securely and very tightly caged, the butt plug was removed from slave and replaced with a double bardex enema tube and the bulb pumped up the suggested four pumps, a couple more "for good luck" and one more "just in case". Slaves arse hole was well stretched and in far too close proximity to where I was struggling in the cage. Maggie knows that there is a direct link between a well filled bottom and stimulation keeping me stiff, and that is exactly what happened. I stayed hard, fully caged and uncomfortable. I was beginning to regret trying to stay soft for Mistress at the start. If I'd done my normal trick, I would have arrived fully to attention, impossible to cage and wouldn't be in this very tight situation. That's not the point though is it? I enjoy doing Maggie's bidding, whatever that entails.

Once Mistress had finished filling slave and teasing me it was back to the Playroom for some exercise. Not for me and balls, I hasten to add, although we were left outside the latex suit and no doubt Mistress would use me for some amusement during the exercises.

In the Playroom, Maggie had prepared the thick black latex bondage sack. Excellent I thought, once inside the zip will be closed, and once more I was contemplating having a little peace and quiet so that I could release the pressure against the cage. It was getting a little annoying, constantly grinding against the inside of the heavy steel scaffolding.

The rest of slave was inserted inside the thick bondage sack; arms and legs immobilised and wrapped in black shrink wrap. I was all right though, in my heavy metal cage. Well, not quite. Maggie has many and varied methods of making me uncomfortable. I should have remembered there was a strategically placed zip just above where I was resting and, blinking in the light, I was once more the subject of Maggie's teasing. Damn it; all that relaxing wasted in a couple of seconds of Mistresses devilish capabilities!

The exercise was Maggie's idea of fun. She lent over the horse and slave was instructed to lick and kiss her bottom. Most difficult as slave had to make like a sperm, wriggle away across the floor, hook feet under the bottom of  the bench and hoist mouth up to the appropriate licking position. It worked, but we weren't expecting rubber encased sit-ups as part of the training. Oh well I was alright, at least slave had the sense to remain on his back. The cage would have protected me but may have played havoc with the enema filled stomach that Mistress had filled slave with in the clinic. Typical of Maggie, slave gets knackered with all the extra effort and I get crushed because slave is enjoying doing as he is told. It’s not fair, just when I was getting used to the cage, I am put under further strain.

Mistress recognised the extra effort put in by slave and had planned a little relaxing time. Quiet contemplation for both slave and me. Laid flat in the centre of the room Mistress first smothered slaves head in a tight latex hood and then pumped it so that it was well 'ard. From my quiet but exposed position it appeared to me that slave was getting well pumped, not only at the hood end but the odd pump to refill the bardex. All this pumping just meant I could get no peace or relaxation and still rather uncomfortably still filled the cage.

Not content with the chaos Mistress was causing me due to slave enjoying his position, I could feel Maggie's latex clothing rubbing over my prison, but what could I do? - slave was no help with my predicament and just lay there with a big grin under the hood, so I just had to lay there as well in my prison and think how lucky we were. At least it was slaves mouth that received the red lips to secure slaves breathing tube. Red latex lips on my cage would have played havoc with my concentration to return to a more comfortable state.

I did add my own little bit of humour to the proceedings as slave was sat on the loo waiting to expel the enema. I was exhausted and as a result, totally relaxed, knackered and about as small as I would ever get. With a little gentle easing and twisting, slave was able to gently ease the cage and ball ring away and I was free. slave looked a little sheepish holding the locked cage in his hand as Mistress returned to the bathroom. Next time I may not be so lucky as to get so easily freed from my prison.

Third Annual Nettling Event

Ushered over the threshold by Mistress Maggie in a simple yet stunning latex skirt and top, I could just see the shape of her perfect breasts straining against the tight olive green of her top; quite secure and totally out of bounds but incredibly sexy and frustrating. Maggie let out a knowing laugh as I followed her up the stairs to the playroom. Knowing that her slave would be looking at her finely shaped and perfectly formed rear as the movement of her legs and hips set the rear zip of the skirt undulating in the most provocative snake-like manner; knowing that her sheer black tights and high-heeled court shoes would soon be the objects of worship by her slave and knowing that her slave knew that all that I viewed was off limits, unless Mistress decreed otherwise.

Being a slave of little brain but general good powers of observation, I guessed that today would be my annual introduction to the nettle crop because before I had composed myself after following Maggie's rear, there was a neat line of three plant pots containing good, healthy nettle plants lined up neatly on top of the low punishment bench.

With wrists cuffed to the headboard of the rubber bed, Mistress indulged in a little preliminary breath play to get the juices flowing with a convenient plastic bag. I know Maggie gets enjoyment from my gasps and I try on each occasion to go a little further before I beg for air. The opening was held in a long tight grip under my chin as Mistress outlined the session, demanding confirmation that I understood her instruction. I confirmed with a grunted gasp. "Yes! Air please"

As I said the nettles looked healthy enough to me but Mistress said she was disappointed with the quantity of good nettles this year, not enough bees visiting her nettle patch, but with my pollination expertise a bigger and better crop could be expected in 2015.

On went the small spreader bar securely strapped between the thighs and my wrists attached to the bar. I was now unable to stand upright and could only manage to waddle. Mistress was quite clear with the instruction; "Land the bee on each nettle plant to complete the pollination"; to be repeated until Mistress was satisfied her plants were successfully fertilised. Before I went off half-cocked, Maggie reminded me she had to attach the insect, same spiky painful clamp as last year, then the short length of bungee cord conveniently anchored to the playroom bed.  The bungee was sufficiently slack so as not to stretch the tackle too much more. “I think you know what to do don’t you slave? Now off you go.”

I am pleased to say I managed the task and by the end I was showing Mistress that I could do it both ways. Straddle the nettle bench with my back to Mistress and then with a little more huffing and puffing and bungee stretching, straddle the bench facing Mistress. It solicited some great laughter and presented Maggie with an alternate angle for viewing her hapless slave. I certainly wasn't going to complain about having to spring from plant to plant, having cock, balls, lower abdomen and worst of all the inside of my knees stung to billy-o by what turned out to be a most virulent strain of nettles. I was determined to show Maggie that I had progressed since last years event.

After the nettling, Mistress led me into the clinic where the couch was laid flat. I had not seen this configuration before so, once again something new and exciting was on the cards. I was not wrong. When instructed to carefully get on the couch I slid on from the side and laid there waiting for my next instruction. With a little exasperation in her voice Maggie said I was to kneel on the couch rather than lie on it - stupid slave. Three or four cracks with the leather slapper reminded me of that fact and of course Rule 13. Mistress expects her slave to read minds at all times!

Out came my trusty plug and with the help of a mask and aromas placed over my nose in went 'something' with an inflatable plug attached. Mistress has used the black latex pump up before so nothing new there then. Well yes there was something new. It was in reality a Bardex style inflatable double bulb catheter that Maggie was inserting into my very willing and accommodating arsehole. The unit remained flaccid but Maggie was careful to bring both bulbs through my legs as I finally was instructed to gently turn and lie on my back. I laid there unsecured whilst she fitted a cock cage to help keep me under control and prevent recurrence of previous premature accidents. At which point on went the gas mask over the top of my latex mask that I was still wearing. Maggie, as usual, was concerned about her slaves safety and insisted that I confirmed that I was able to breathe with both mask and hood. In fact, if anything, it was easier because the hood tightened as the gas mask went on and made for a good airflow. I grunted "Fine. No problems”. Mistress screwed on a corrugated hose and had me relax with more aroma, this time dispensed through the gas station.

Maggie then proceeded to fold me inside the heavyweight plastic sheet so carefully laid on the couch prior to the session. Once again, an illustration of the planning and attention to detail Maggie deploys when arranging sessions for her slaves. The sheet was gradually folded round me and as a bit more was covered, on went body straps at strategic parts; ankles thighs legs, torso etc. but always leaving access to cock and balls. Very thoughtful of Maggie as next in my dressing instructions were a pair of flexible electrodes around balls and base of cock. The electrics were set to a slow regular rhythm. Enough to harden but not enough to cause embarrassment.

Throughout the rest of my time strapped to the couch the gentle pulsing motion of the electrics was maintained. Maggie occasionally varied the power but the rhythm never varied. It was like experiencing a slow wank that was never going to get me where I needed to go. Maggie was back twiddling the gas station valves and my gas mask pipe transferred to the bubble system, Maggie joined me in the gas station thrills by donning and connecting her own smaller gas mask to the machine. I sucked and bubbled through the bubble bottle. Maggie sucked and bubbled through the bottle and all in all we had a delightfully bubbly time. No aromas at this stage as Maggie keeps a clear head and authority at all times. I did suspect that the airflow was biased in Maggie's favour as it seemed I needed more puff per bubble.

Maggie removed our masks and replaced mine with the rather nice clear plastic re-breather hood. At last I could see a little more of the Clinic and more importantly, of Maggie still in black skirt and tight olive semi see-through top. A little more aromas via the small breather holes, a few adjustments to the power, the straps were tightened and we were off on another adventure. And then time for something new as I was introduced to the Bardex when both bulbs were inflated and Maggie said I was to take and hold 750 mls. "Hayley Mills, Boundary Mill, Black Dyke Mills . . ." I quipped and fortunately Maggie found that amusing and not insolent. I have comfortably taken larger enemas but Maggie wanted her slave to retain the bellyful of liquid she was busy mixing and would be plugging the outlet pipe to stop any leakage. Strapped inside the green plastic cocoon I was in no position to hop off the couch and run to the bathroom anyway. She did offer 2 litres when I queried the volume but I thought it sensible to exercise slave discretion at this point. Mistress said best not to be too ambitious and that 750 mls was duly sufficient and safe to get me started with my new plugged and inflated Bardex experience.

It was really strange and on reflection perhaps I could have accepted the larger volume. At first the liquid seemed to be making very slow progress down the enema pipe, neither of us could be really sure that the soapy solution was actually entering my colon until the bag gurgled and spluttered and was finally empty. That was it. 750 mls in and sealed. Clean soapy solution was all captured, together with her slave inside one very nice plasticky bundle. Every now and then Maggie would stroke my captive cock, or add an extra pump to the Bardex inflatables, tighten the restraining straps a little more, mischievously stroke my abdomen to flirt with the enema. All part of the service of course.

On with a different black gas mask and on to the next delights, an extended period of controlled breathing, Maggie screwed a rubber rebreather bag on to the top of her gas station, a quick check that I was OK with the reduced air supply then everything went black, my heavy breaths masked out any other sound in the clinic and once again Mistress had her slave firmly in her clutches awaiting her next attentions.

After the period of dark solitude wearing the bug eyes, Maggie finally released the cock cage. I was given strict instructions to hold any natural reactions to the added freedom as Mistress pulled on a pair of wrist gloves, then oiled and massaged me. “Yes” I said. I was trying not to embarrass myself, again, and we agreed I had controlled myself far better than earlier sessions. Mistress told me to hold for 30 seconds until relieved and started to count backwards as she continued to titillate. 30, 29, 28, 27, 26 . . . Bollocks failed again! However I am getting nearer being totally controlled by Maggie.

I have to confess, I was embarrassed when Mistress removed the Bardex with me sat on the loo and I was told to go expel the contents. 750 mls came out like an express train and the cacophony of sound must have been heard next door and I am sure sounded more like 75 litres. On the positive side I did receive a nice compliment from Maggie about how smooth I had managed to get my bum cheeks for an easy insertion of the plug. I felt really pleased with that one small compliment. I had tried hard to be smooth for Maggie and the extra effort had not gone unnoticed.

I know. I am a really lucky slave.

My First Catheter

Mistress Maggie greeted me in her new plastic mackintosh. Not just an ordinary plastic mac; thick material, semi opaque, beautifully cut and purchased from Rubber Eva. After tearing my eyes away from the diaphanous vision, I noticed Mistress was wearing suspenders, stockings and spiky black stiletto court shoes. That should prove interesting for my devotions at the start of the session!

I was instructed to sit on the bed as Maggie sat alongside in her new mac. Before allowing me intimate contact with the mac, Maggie explained that I would have a gentle introduction to the smell of plastic as Mistress slipped a plastic bag over my head for preliminary suffocation. Maggie introduced a small aroma soaked pad inside the bag as it was sealed round my neck and I was told to breath hard. Aromas have the effect of relaxing me and before I knew it, I was strapped to the upholstered bench feeling much more relaxed as I was introduced to the strong intoxicating plastic smell of that high class garment. Maggie happily spent some considerable time facesitting her slave and I was privileged that Maggie allowed me to examine it at such close quarters and spent as long as I could looking, touching feeling, kissing and licking anywhere and everywhere that Mistress would allow.



It was now time for goodbyes to an old friend and hello to a new companion. Once into my red catsuit, Maggie thought it appropriate for a short ceremonial photo to consign my old red plug to history and say hello, intimately, to the new larger sized black plug that Mistress had obtained for me. I was to wash it first and return to the playroom, present my bent arse over the horse and beg to have her insert it, which I did with no hesitation at all. ‘Please fit my new plug Mistress’.

Maggie gave me a work out with her strapon to make way for the new toy and was pleased with the size and relative ease that the new plug eased its way into its new home. Of course I was pleased. Laying on the bench whilst Mistress introduced copious quantities of lubricant and gently eased my new friend into its new home. I could certainly tell it was bigger. Not painfully so, but it would be a while before the new plug expelled itself. Mistress fitted the blow up gag and leather head harness and hung me from the overhead, arms spread wide, legs tightly strung together where I was left to contemplate and accommodate my new addition to my training attire.

I was just getting used to my new situation when Nurse Maggie returned. Released from the overhead, head harness and gag, Rubber Nurse led me through to the clinic for the next part of my training, a particularly nice rebreather hood was zipped on suitable for an intense medical procedure. I didn’t even know I was ill, oh well, nurse knows best!

From my position on the couch, I could see Rubber Nurse moving, retrieving equipment and then I got a glimpse of the catheter. A Foley catheter I think. I knew now that the fantasy I had revealed all those weeks back was to be realised. I had got the t-shirt, read the book, seen the video, now I was to have 'been there and done that'.

The procedure was text-book. Maggie, as always, was scrupulously meticulous in the cleanliness and the procedure followed exactly one of the NHS videos I had viewed online. What they don't tell you in the video is the fantastic feeling as the catheter is, oh so gently, inserted and slithers its way deep inside and yet another bodily function is completely under your Mistresses control.


Once the catheter was nicely installed and juices flowing, I was made comfortable under the red latex operation sheet, Maggie removed my new friend and replaced it with an inflatable anal balloon with through tube, into which was bubbled some rather soapy Castile mild baby soap and plugged to keep it there. Yet another function now under Maggie’s control, and finally the inflatable gunmetal latex hood removed much of my hearing, I couldn't talk and I was left to meditate and accept that total control of all my functions rested in the very capable hands of a very capable Mistress with top and tail pumped up rather nicely.

I think the highlight of this session was provided after the hood had been removed. We walked downstairs and I was allowed to gently pedicure Mistresses feet. Passing me an emery board and with her bare feet positioned on my lap, Mistress Maggie had trusted me to gently file away some roughness and then apply foot cream to leave her feet soft and relaxed. All this whilst still plugged and catheterised. I am one very happy slave.

Willing Volunteer

I eagerly volunteered when I got wind that Mistress Maggie was about to capture some of the capabilities of her new White Room Clinic for her web site. In fact I positively pestered Mistress and she finally agreed to allow me to assist in the role of patient. I mean, which self respecting slave would not want to help their Mistress, or in this case, Rubber Nurse to demonstrate her medical expertise before the official launch of the new facility. As I continually find out during our sessions, Maggie has many very wonderfully effective ways of silencing a pestering slave.

Maggie had been very thorough in all aspects of her preparation and planning; exactly as you would expect from a Mistress of many years experience. Maggie’s husband John was there, at the ready with his camera and other pieces of professional photographic kit. Today, because the session would have several different themes, Maggie had storyboarded each scene with which shots she wanted to achieve, what props would be needed for each procedure, what slave would be doing and a suggested narrative.

Maggie intended to present her Clinic in a new and innovative style, with each picture being accompanied by a cartoon style speech bubble.

Mistress kindly let me have some of the photos taken during today's medical shoot as a memento. Here I was to wear a simple black and white latex hood, modified by Mistress Maggie to her own design, rubber gloves and socks, a red leather collar and, if you look closely, a red rubber cross on my forehead to reinforce the medical theme. I wasn't sure what Maggie was doing here but it does look like she is pushing buttons with the pink vibrator and using my sound filled cock as a gear lever. Oh well I am sure it was on the storyboard.

I really had little input. Just to lie back, stand up, open mouth, accept blindfold, enjoy the enema and subsequent anal examination, jump a little when the e-stim was applied and generally be what I am good at, being Mistresses dummy.

This overhead shot was accompanied by much amusement as Johns head kept appearing through the trapdoor in the ceiling, getting the lighting just right, making sure the storyboard was being followed whilst Maggie gave an occasional brush of the sound that was firmly embedded up my cock to keep me nice and hard whilst the scene was set.

It also shows the general layout of the new clinic; the crisp, clean medically inspired colouring and layout, the cunning use of the diagonally laid black and white tiles, again so thoughtfully planned, to draw the viewer in from the door to the new centrepiece, the gynaecological couch.

The enema bag was to be filled by Maggie and then fed into her slave. I must admit it is a nice feeling to be filled from the inside by Mistresses pee even though it was in the name of publicity, I was receiving a slave rush that was amazing and very fulfilling.

The session was so diverse that I will just mention a few of the other 'activities' that Mistress used me for. I had my cock and balls medically bandaged, that put the pressure on all the right places; a selection of hoods to change slaves appearance, an eye test, a gas mask and re breather with the e-stim, guaranteed to make you pant and jump together. You can see more pictures of The White Room shoot and specifically some excellent photographs of Mistress Maggie in action. It is harder than I thought just being a mannequin for Mistress. Hold that pose . . .  keep your cock up . . .  look as though you are enjoying the e-stim . . .  smile at the camera . . .

After we had finished the shoot, Maggie and slave adjourned to the Playroom where I was helped into my catsuit and under the slithery rubber bed sheet, my balls were tied to the bed end and my face subjected to some heavy rubber smothering and, finally slave was allowed a nice Mistressy drink. I am still amazed at the volume of wine that can be stored in such a small and delicate stomach.

I think we were both a little knackered after such an action crammed afternoon, but another memorable session.