Red Chained

Today’s session was in two distinct parts but with a common underlying theme; red latex and heavy chains.

I am really fortunate that Mistress Maggie felt able to conduct my training today what with her shoulder problem not still being fully resolved, followed by decorating the Playroom (I was fortunate to be allowed to assist with this task), then an unfortunate incident causing a septic finger that necessitated the postponement of this session by a week. The good thing was that I already had my perv bag sorted for last week so the preliminaries were a breeze. 

It was too long since our previous session and I thought it would be a good idea to earn a few brownie points when I arrived by bearing a token of my appreciation for a wonderful Mistress. Well, two tokens actually, a bottle of wine for Mistress to share with her husband John and a bunch of white roses just for Maggie.

Mistress looked stunning as always when she answered the door to the Chambers. The most initial impact was created by the grey latex military uniform complete with a matching hat that gave a real look of authority. My eyes soon wandered and feasted on the rest of Mistresses 'uniform' and I saw black nylons, black lace up boots and a wonderful amount of her perfect cleavage. 

Eagerly following Mistress to the Playroom I was sent off to the Bathroom to return in my red socks and gloves, my red latex catsuit and red butt plug had already been laid on the bed to warm and ready for her slave to be inserted into. Naturally I had normal preliminary duties to perform, this time licking her lace up boots with no boot kissing allowed today. Though no encouragement is needed Maggie likes to crop her slave just to keep me keen, so I keep my tongue busy, licking and licking until Mistress was happy that I still remembered how to do a proper job.

A little talc dusted around the inside of my red catsuit and it slipped on easily. I remembered the mistake I had made previously with the positioning of the zippers, and ensuring they were positioned on the outside of the ankles and wrists there were no hold ups and I was inserted in to the suit quickly. Mistress fitted me with a red latex hood with mouth, eye and nose holes, though the mouth hole soon became occupied with a tightly fixed white ball gag. There was no ejecting this one and the scene was set for Act 1.

The low bench was now positioned under the overhead ring. Conscious that I had to look after my Mistress due to the problems with her shoulder and hand, I tried really hard to minimize any strain on Maggie. First of all the easy bits. The hanging wrist and ankle cuffs were liberated from the bed and attached to my arms and legs instead. I laid on my back as instructed and raised each leg in turn, as high as I could so that Maggie found it easier to chain each leg to the spreader bar that was dangling from the overhead ring.

Perhaps I tried too hard because I ended up with my legs considerably higher than I anticipated. The same for the wrists, in fact by the time Mistress had finished my buttocks were only just touching the bench and I almost felt like I was floating. I half expected Maggie to remove the bench and leave me suspended, but that was not her plan. With her slave secured like this my rear end was most vulnerable and once Mistress had tied my genitals up in a tight rope harness she wasted no time in taking advantage of her slave’s situation.

The first thing to disappear into my vulnerable asshole was my trusty red butt plug, always a good start for stretching me a little in readiness for bigger things to come. After that my treats progressed at a good pace for the next 15 - 20 minutes. The butt plug had done its job and my arsehole started to get hotter as Maggie plunged her electric dildo where the sun don’t shine, combined with an adhesive electrode just above my cock, it sent a wonderful sensation right through my genital area as it slid in and out of my bum.

A beating followed, using her leather riding crop Mistress beat out a rhythm in time to the room’s background music on the soles of my feet. This is the first time that Mistress has employed this 'treat' and I wanted to say it bloody hurt, but fortunately the ball gag prevented that from coming out so I laid back and accepted my fate. Maggie isn't a complete sadist and I got a rest in my sole beating after around twelve bars... and another twelve bars…! Thanks for that Mistress.

And then the grand finale of Act 1. In my position I was naturally only able to look up to Mistress and as she manoeuvred her legs either side of my head I was treated to the most glorious sight of Maggie's lacy underwear and I thought about heaven as she gently lowered that holiest of holies across my ball filled mouth and gradually shuffled about till her knickers covered both mouth and nose and I couldn't breath. Imagine that joy of being smothered and completely breathless by the most beautiful Mistresses thighs and bottom. This trip to heaven lasted about 30 seconds before raising herself up to let some air in. Mistress managed to rest her whole weight on my face, but she didn’t feel heavy by any means. Ah, heaven. I think Maggie was beginning to enjoy this sensation from her breathless slave and repeated it 2 more times, each time keeping me smothered for around a minute. As you would expect this treat brought Act 1 to a natural conclusion.

Off the bench and conscious not to injure Mistress, I retrieved the heavy leather body harness as instructed from its hanger and helped as much as I could by taking its weight while climbing into it; holding straps, wiggling my body to settle it etc, until I could not provide any further help as Maggie pinioned my arms to my side with the appropriate straps on the harness. A small but quite bulbous electro butt plug was inserted and tested for connectivity and a harness strap was then brought between my legs to keep it secure. For the first time in a while I received a continuous tingle up my arse, but guessed it would be far more than a tingle before the day was out.

The red rubber hood that had accompanied me during Act 1 had served its purpose and was removed, as was the ball gag. Maggie fitted a nasal cannula on me and secured it where she wanted with two short lengths of surgical tape, and a much more restrictive red rebreather hood with just two holes for air was zipped on over the top. The scariest bit was when Maggie completed my head gear with the leather head cage, she was particular about not completely cutting off my air supply which would have been counter productive, but I was left with only a red haze, no vision through the breathing holes and having to really concentrate on slow breathing. Slow in, slow out... Fortunately, by now I am sufficiently well trained to be able to cope with this breathing predicament.

Mistress manoeuvred me backwards into the Cell where a whole myriad of chains were attached to the bars. One for the head cage which really kept me erect, one through each elbow and finally a pair around my ankles to limit my movement. I was told to move back and as I did so, the chains grew tighter and I became less of a slave and more and more a stationary, chained rubber object. I went as far as I could physically manage, but as the Cell door swung shut and locked, it forced me further into my chained bondage.

And there I stayed and I know it was for a considerable time. I could hear Mistress occasionally moving but I hoped she was able to sit and rest whilst she admired her red blob in the corner. Once again I felt really great and mentally relaxed knowing that I was totally owned by my Mistress and every action controlled by her. It is a great sensation to know that Mistress has been able to do whatever she wished and I hardly ever complain.

Unable to see, I could hear and sense when Maggie was about to pump the cannula bulb, in fact she whispered occasionally ‘Deep breath slave' and I received a very welcome dose of aromas. In the red twilight zone that I was floating in the aromas became a real focal point of my existence... until of course, when I detected Maggie attaching something round my exposed cock. Yep, another electric circuit dedicated to stimulating my front bits, she tied a long rope around my balls too, which allowed her to not only stimulate her slave but also stretch my nuts as she relaxed well out of harms way. 

I now had three kinds of external stimuli to help remind me that I was still alive, and boy I really felt alive when the balls were pulled, the electric pulsed or aromas were released up the cannula to do their wonderful magic.

If that wasn't enough, Mistress decided that her prisoner would benefit from more treats and opened up both nipple zips on the catsuit. I am unsure what little blighters were used for Maggie's entertainment and my torment on my nipples, but they didn't half make me jump when Maggie screwed them down tight on both sides. To add more 'treats', she developed a habit of removing the clamps and just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, would immediately replace them, twist them and tighten them some more. There was very little flinch room so I just had to endure the assault on my delicate little buds. It wasn't too bad as Maggie still allowed me the luxury of another occasional puff of my aromas, and I still had my electric friends busily pulsing away up my bum and round my cock. 

Maggie held me 'prisoner' for a long time although I had no concept of time and was surprised when I was released. I say prisoner, however that isn't quite correct, because I will willingly do anything for my Mistress. This was definitely a session with two distinct Acts. It was original, as it is always, and I really wish to thank my owner, Mistress Maggie, for allowing me to attend despite her recent problems with shoulder and hand and I am ready to continue doing WHATEVER she wishes.

You Raise Me Up

Today, Mistress Maggie had to work very hard to achieve her planned activities and I really do appreciate all that effort that Maggie puts in while entertaining her slave. The day was ushered in with the obligatory calling mail, where I only got the merest hint as to what Mistress wished to do with her subject.

‘Your rubber Mistress will be working magic with her uncompromising ideas and hopes you can rise to the occasion.’

A single sentence that didn’t give much away, but sufficient to start me on my upwards path to get me ‘in the zone’. I arrived on time, and as always my senses were instantly being overwhelmed by the vision of Maggie as she greeting me in yet another latex ensemble that I have never seen before. Mistress is a stunning lady and her sensuality was certainly enhanced by the hotpants and corseted waistline she had chosen, in contrast her legs were adorned in striking tiger print tights and boots laced upto her knees. When I see Maggie I always start getting deep into my sub-space, ready and willing to do whatever…

The first task after following Mistress upstairs to The Playroom, admittedly as close as I dare to that wonderful bottom, was to disappear to the Bathroom returning in just my slave collar, black latex socks and black latex gloves, which incidentally are brand new, zipped and chlorinated from a well-known supplier. I have learnt that Maggie does appreciate having her bottom cheeks gently stroked by soft, chlorinated gloves and I hoped that later I might be allowed to give a few gentle strokes to those glorious globes.

Anyway, to the business in hand, I lay supine on the floor in front of the most wonderful woman and set about worshipping her black lace-ups. It appears that using the riding crop across any bits in range has now become somewhat of a ritual, and I am not sure how I would feel if Mistress didn’t grant me a few clouts with the crop. On this occasion I needn’t have worried, because Mistress had already decided that after she had put her crop down my backside was going to receive considerably more than a few strokes with a plethora of instruments.

On my knees in front of Mistress I was told to turn round with head on floor. That naturally thrust my backside high and tight into the Playroom air. It was time for me to be reminded what a good whipping was really like and not the playful strokes of her crop. When asked about preferences I naturally opted for the ‘softer’ flagellation implements and picking up a suede whip Maggie got my whipping lesson in motion.

That was only the start, as Maggie progressed through a series of suede whips before moving onto more substantial leather ones with far more impact. The strokes I received continued to land harder and harder until my ass was stinging. Maggie worked her way through belts, tawses and a dressage whip, I could actually hear its swish, swish as Mistress prepared and aimed the next blow; these things I had never encountered before. The final couple of whipping strokes did make me jump as Maggie changed to her single tailed whip. Now, that one can really deploy a most painful sting, and I was rather pleased when Maggie declared that was enough.

Relieved of further pain I was left with a stinging arse and a smile, because I had barely whimpered while Maggie was obviously getting pleasure from reminding me that a good whipping can be a good release for both Mistress and slave.

Whilst I was in that very convenient position, Mistress lubed my arse with a well-greased finger and a vibrating butt plug then inserted. That kept me buzzing for quite a while, but more about that later.

I was quickly dressed in my Invincible suit, then seated on a chair. Mistress set about giving my head a thorough cling filming followed by a silver duct tape layer. The cling film was so accurately and tightly moulded round my mouth that even when I tried to breath out nothing escaped round the cling film, the effect was like having the most secure and sound deadening gag that I have ever experienced. A cling film gag, now that is a novelty.  

The next phase required really hard work from my Mistress, her intention was to seal me in the leather body bag, strap me to The Plank and raise me up using the overhead gantry. We assembled The Plank, but then I made a tactical mistake by suggesting that I be fitted into the bodybag whilst standing then ease myself down onto The Plank. I’d made the simplest of miscalculations, thinking I could bend my knees to lower myself onto The Plank. No can do! The leather body bag is also leather lined making it tough and virtually rigid, so we decided the appropriate method would be to lie the sack on the plank and for me to gently ease myself in. That worked a treat and goes to show that I still have a lot of learning to do to help my Mistress.

Word of advice for any wannabe plankers, don't bounce down on the plank and certainly not in the middle. It is a very strong plank but even that might have its limits, so be gentle.

Once incarcerated in all that heavy leather, Mistress completed the final touches of zipping and lacing me in. With all the extra exertion caused by my poor choice of bagging, I too was showing signs of exertion. Remember, my head was still cling filmed and taped, all the extra air flow had to be via my nose and I was snorting as I drew in the extra air. Mistress asked if I was struggling, but when I tried to say I was OK I couldn’t get any air past the gag and as a consequence couldn’t convey anything to Maggie. Like the caring person she is, she interpreted my funny noises through the gag as distress. Off came the head covering greeted by a 'That feels better' from me.

In the period that I was wearing my head covering it was fantastic, as a bonus, by the way my head had been taped I could still see through my clingfilm covered eyes. Head wrapping is a big kink of mine and today’s wrap was an all too brief and wonderful experience. My only comment is that I may have benefitted from a little more slack around my neck. Still, no complaints.

While Mistress was still in my sights I rather cheekily commented that it was unlikely that I would get the opportunity to stroke her wonderful bottom now, what with my hands hidden deep inside my body bag’s internal sleeves. To my delight and utter amazement, Maggie straddled my face so I could stroke it with my mouth instead. Her glorious bum in black latex hot pants descended onto my face, and that kept me busy for a while. Another example of how kind and caring Mistress can be towards her slaves. I certainly didn’t delay in kissing that thin black latex line between her bum cheeks. Hmmm …

Still on the subject of face coverings, I was then fitted into a rather nice gas mask and the sack’s leather hood was pulled up around it. Tan straps were used to secure me to the Plank and chains strategically placed to facilitate my suspension on the Gantry. 

I don’t know what it is with my arse and vibrating butt plugs, but there always seems to be a hic-cough whereby batteries run out, the remote doesn’t work, or like today it turns off accidentally. I often wear my Invincible suit with its many zips, and there may be one of the problems. The zip and on-off switch are in close proximity, and I think that every time I move, the zip comes in contact with the vibrator’s switch and it’s only a matter of time before the contact results in the off button being pressed. The plugs would be all well and good if I was lying there naked with my legs in the air, but my sessions are not like that. Typically they include quite a bit of movement and heavier multilayer bondage, meaning a device can be disturbed but cannot be seen or accessed easily, less wiggling in delight from me might help too! Mistress went on to successfully excavate the errant butt plug and insert an electro egg up the vacated orifice. Strong sensations from her Sensavox electronic device were soon being felt in the dark depths of my back passage.

Before Mistress started the mammoth task of raising me, she extricated my cock through both my suit and body bag and I was suitably prepped for the big lift. In a similar vein to a sea shanty, Mistress belted out a few strains from ‘You Raise Me Up’ as she undertook the task of hoisting me up on the suspended chains. I started to mumble along with it too as I am familiar with the tune but not the words, so I looked up the lyrics when I got home and I thought the chorus is how I feel towards my wonderful owner.

    You raise me up so I can stand on mountains

    You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

    I am strong when I am on your shoulders

    You raise me up to more than I can be

Anyway, that mumbling was soon stopped when Mistress attached a big bubble bottle and aromas hose to my gas mask, and as I bubbled away quite merrily I’m sure I detected the wonderful scent of Eau de Maggie in the water. Mistress was a little concerned that I might need a neck pillow, but the hood of the bag provided an ideal support and I lay there very comfortable, gently swinging and just happy to be doing whatever Maggie wanted to do to her slave.

I felt a sound being inserted down into my cock, then something else in the same hole and … it turns out I easily accommodated 4 sounds down my urethra that Maggie proceeded to pleasure her slave with as she slowly glided them in and out. What is unusual and only evident from the post session analysis, was the lack of stimulation from the sprig of nettles that Maggie was teasing me with. I usually get a really nice tingle from the many and varied methods Mistress uses for nettling, and I felt disappointed that I missed the tingling stinging results from this seasons’ bunch. Still, the nettle season is far from over, so if I’m lucky…

Two more electrodes were attached; one to the sounds and the second to the base of my cock, once activated electric pulses were rolling all about my nether regions while Mistress helped me to become a better all-round slave by gradually extending my thresholds once again. 

Mistress Maggie told me that she had achieved what she had hoped with the body bag and plank suspension, and that she would have loved to keep her subject in the bag for a lot, lot longer, but the suspension took a little longer and all good things must end. 

I would like once more to thank Mistress Maggie for all the effort that she invested into today’s session and I am a really fortunate slave to be owned by such a wonderful, kind and caring, if occasionally a little sadistic Mistress. 

Caution: This 02:09min leather suspension clip has audio

Disappointed

For the avoidance of any ambiguity with the title of this blog, I can honestly say I have NEVER been disappointed with any of the sessions that Mistress Maggie has so kindly allowed me to experience. In fact, I would go so far as to say that every one of my sessions has been pure enjoyment, possibly with the exception of the odd painful episode, electrocutions, mangina, cbnt etc, but those are exactly what I signed up for and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

So why disappointment for the title? Well I know today that I failed to perform to the highest levels that I have achieved in the past, and I learned in the session debrief that parts of the session that Mistress Maggie would reliably find very satisfying ended up being disappointing for her. That in turn has led to my disappointment in failing to reach the previous attainment levels.

I will return to this later in the blog but for now I will start with the calling email - 

‘…  Pack your kit bag with black t-shirt and shorts, socks and gloves, plus your butt plug just in case!

Your rubber Mistress will be giving you a lesson in how size matters before wrapping up with a theme that will almost feel like a party.’

It was unusual for Mistress to instruct me to bring shorts and tee-shirt and now my brain was in a fuddle as the mail was so nebulous that we could be enjoying anything and everything, so I arrived with my imagination running riot.

I was greeted by my Mistress in her tight black latex body suit, leopard print latex gloves, with those beautiful legs adorned with a pair of glossy latex stockings and low heeled black knee boots that produced an amazing squeak each time she moved. (That squeak proved most useful in echo locating my Mistress as she moved around behind me.) I have already described the mesmeric effect that glorious derriere has on me, and once again I followed Mistress to the Playroom as closely as I dare, intrigued by the future enjoyment.

Boot worship was divine as usual and Mistress outlined that the session would be in three parts, the first involved me dressed in tee-shirt and shorts with an exquisite latex hood. The horse was manoeuvred out of its resting place and I was handed the anaesthesia mask with the aromas delivery hose attached and told to mount the horse and prepare to have my holes opened. As an aside, I was able to get into a much more open position by moving along the bench lifting my legs off the floor and using that width of the horse to spread my butt. It also had the advantage of my head being off the other end of the horse and allowing easy aroma delivery.

It is an old adage that the size of what will fit in your mouth will fit up your bum and Maggie wasted no time in testing out the theory, sticking the first of three dildos into my mouth. Well that seemed to work as Mistress inserted it into her harness and after suitable lubrication slowly wriggled it into my other end. I think she whispered something about needing to exercise my anus before it healed itself up. Well, that first mounting with a generous helping of long thrusts certainly blew away a few cobwebs. The second larger dildo received a similar introduction to mouth then rear, and by this time I was thoroughly enjoying being f***ed by my owner and having the freedom to self-administer the aromas.

Now her third dildo was huge, or at least it appeared huge as Mistress used my mouth once again to check the girth of the flag pole that was about to go up my bottom. It did go in my mouth, but had it been food I’d still be trying to swallow it! Similarly, it was a tight fit up my bum despite me just having another reasonably big monster up there, Maggie wasn’t too concerned, she put it aside and moved onto the final plug; the electro-dildo!

Needless to say, this plug was administered by hand and was not tested for size in my mouth. A conductive pad was place adjacent to my scrotum and the sensations achieved when the power was turned on was… stimulating to the extent that I had to alert Maggie that much more of this treat would result in a sudden, uncontrolled explosion. At which point Maggie abruptly stopped, leaving me a little frustrated but relieved to have averted premature ejaculation.

Time for part 2 of three of this wonderful experience; breathplay. I was really relieved because it had been a while since Mistress had seen fit to really take my breath away and the lack of practice showed. First of all I was to be squeezed into the tightest of tight latex sacks. This sack started life with only a neck opening and when we first looked at it many months ago, we both said in unison that a great lump like me would never fit in the neck opening. Since then Mistress has given it a full length rear zip. Now that was a fantastic modification. Arms by sides, step in, legs together and Maggie slowly zipped me inside which leaves the wearer looking like a skittle, totally encased from neck downwards in slinky tight black latex rubber and totally helpless. You do need to be careful because it is difficult to maintain balance while so tightly encased.

My lack of balance didn’t last long, as Maggie placed the playroom chair immediately behind me and helped me to lower myself into a comfortable sitting position where two long lengths of hemp finished the job by tying her plaything to the chair. Mistress stood back to appreciate her bondage work before advancing towards me and smothering me with her breasts. Underneath her warm boobs I had to contort my face to allow sufficient air to get round those superb and nearly airtight breasts that had been dextrously applied across my mouth and nose. Being so close to Mistress and being almost unable to breathe was like being in heaven. Smothering by breasts has definitely hit the spot when it comes to getting back into breath play.

Alas, the next part of the breath play was where I really flunked out and disappointed Mistress. I'm a bit of a glutton when it comes to aromas and Mistress had spent some time modifying a plastic bag to allow a cannula pipe through, so I would be able to enjoy aromas along with some suffocation. The cannula was rested under my nostrils and secured in place with two pieces of tape. All was set; aromas were being delivered via the cannula pump as they should be and Maggie sealed my head inside the plastic. All OK so far. But I think I was expecting at least an adequate air supply as I had overlooked the fact that Maggie would be using her plastic bag for asphyxiation, not restricted breathing.

Unlike my first ever session with Maggie, where I was strung up for my first serious bagging experience and had managed to suck up all the available air, much of the plastic and could not wait for another go at breathlessness, I panicked this time and in no time at all I was begging for air.

Of course Mistress granted my request, but I knew that Mistress was disappointed with my total lack of commitment to this, one of her more enjoyable phases of my training. The post session inquest suggested that I'd let Maggie down and that I really had under performed in today's breathplay stakes. I must apologise to my Mistress for this disappointment and I think I need a lot more practice to return my performance to acceptable levels.

After the all too brief a spell of breath play Mistress moved on to the final third of her planned activities, and I am fortunate that she doesn’t hold a grudge because a slave performs badly. I think I even detected a little smile as I jiggled with the nettles and received in return a good dose of hot wax. First of all I was to strip off all my latex and assist with laying out the maroon PVC sheet below the overhead. 

I was still standing in my birthday suit when Maggie began wrapping me in shrink wrap, I held the end of the roll to give Maggie a good start in covering my upper torso. A good tight wrap that soon had me enveloped from crotch to neck with anything above that line now covered by a latex hood. Bearing in mind I could not move my arms at all, it was a little cumbersome getting onto the PVC sheet. I could sag onto the side of the bed and managed to lay down in a most ungainly fashion, but of course I was facing the wrong direction. More excellent planning by Maggie as it was a relatively easy task to use the PVC sheet to slide me through 180 degrees so that my legs could be raised above the bed to a pair of waiting ankle stirrups, that in turn were attached to the overhead gantry, exactly where Maggie wanted me for her forthcoming amusement.

A few good hefty pulls by Mistress had me suspended by my ankles with only my neck and shoulders resting on the floor. I still had no idea where this part of the adventure was taking us; Maggie of course knew exactly where she wanted her slave as she quickly and efficiently wrapped the lower part of my torso. It was actually quite comfortable but I couldn’t move my head to see what was going on in the rest of The Playroom.

However I did get the sense of Mistresses movements, because each time she was preparing a surprise her boots emitted their endearing ‘squeak, squeak’. So I wasn’t surprised when Maggie appeared at the end of the raised gantry and started attaching several pieces of light rope, until there were three cords dangling in strategic positions from the overhead. What did surprise me and I must say concerned me a little were the three holes Maggie created in her perfect clingfilm wrapping; one for each nipple and one at my groin.

What concerned me even more were the two candles that were attached to the dangling cords, followed by a silver wrapped nettle. Ah, I thought I had got away with that pleasure this year. I shouldn’t mention this but I have grown accustomed to and even like the tingling of the nettles. Being the end of summer it was a mature sprig that doesn’t sting quite as much, but I began moving my hips to get a better connection with her hanging bunch of nettles. That action stopped the moment Mistress lit both ends of each candle. Each time I twitched my hips to get a better contact, the dangling candles gyrated and I was showered predominantly across my nipples, by hot wax. Not too hot to burn but hot enough to excite. I found myself in somewhat of a predicament. Do I nettle my nuts, warm my nipples or what? I believe Mistress refers to this as predicament bondage. Well I took the only option open to me. Excite my cock and balls, suffer the hot wax treatment and listen to Mistress laughing.

In the end, I gave up all control, bucked my hips, splashed my nipples and thoroughly enjoyed the various erotic sensations. This part of the session only ended when Mistress detected the smell of burning string and thought it wise to extinguish the candles. Not wishing to waste the situation Mistress straddled my face and we had another bout of far more successful breath play as I was smothered beneath her delicious bottom. ‘Oops, I’ve forgotten to do something’, she said before quickly disappearing from the room. When she returned I could hear the rustle of thick plastic above me. Maggie came back in sight and she had donned her shiny clear plastic pants and promptly mounted my face once more for a final, plastic, breathless finale.

I did notice when we were quickly tidying up at the end of another exciting session that wax had splashed all over the PVC sheet, fortunately without leaving a mark on the carpet. I also got the impression that Mistress Maggie was pleased with this final part and complemented her slave that I had lasted so long and taken so much waxing and nettling.

As I said at the start, I had another thoroughly enjoyable session but I am not happy that I had cause to disappoint my Mistress. Perhaps more practice will bring me back to previous performance levels. Sorry Mistress for disappointing you but a big thank you as I thoroughly enjoyed yet another wonderful experience. With hindsight the calling e-mail makes complete sense and was accurate as to session content. Isn't hindsight a wonderful gift?

Caution: This 1:33s bagging breathplay clip has audio.

Dark, Breathless Moments!

As I approached my 193rd session on my journey to becoming a more than adequate slave to Mistress Maggie the calling e-mail from my stunning Mistress had arrived. True to form her illusive words set my imagination racing, but what could they mean? ‘Your rubber Mistress will be providing you with dark breathless moments and…’  It could refer to the rebreather hood trialled in the last session or perhaps a nice gas mask with the bug eye blindfolds attached or... none of the above as I soon found out. Much more pleasant than all my imaginings! As for the rest of the calling mail ‘Well, wait and see … I’ve got to leave you with some surprises!’ Now that further whetted my appetite and got my little grey cells working.

The weather was somewhat inclement. So much so that I decided to wear my rubber trench coat and hat to saunter up to the doorway to heaven. I have to admit to loving wet weather for providing this kind of rubber opportunity, but only on Fridays. One of these glorious wet days I might ask Mistress if I can wear my latex jeans under my coat and even my boxer shorts, though I don’t think she would agree. I know Maggie likes to have slaves arriving without sweaty bo*****s and clammy skin induced by wearing rubber before my training starts, because it makes it far easier to climb into the latex she has planned for the day.  

Dark, breathless moments under Maggie

Arriving on time, a little wet on the outside, dry on the inside and wearing a comfortable Covid mask I once again met all the sensible Covid precautions that Maggie likes to observe, we both laughed as I removed my mask and said I could have been wearing a ball gag, ring gag, tape gag or anything under the mask as the face is nicely covered. Mmm, perhaps I shouldn't have said that! 

I was keen to show Mistress my newly chlorinated catsuit. It had been several weeks since Maggie had allowed me to help chlorinate several rubber items, including the catsuit, and this would be the first time worn in its new finish. The suit had been bought from Invincible before the first lockdown and I had never had the chance to wear it in 'anger' until now. I laid it out on the bed to warm and returned in latex socks and gloves ready for Maggie to allow me a period of boot worship. The toes of her boots were so pointed that they could take your eye out if not handled carefully, and while Maggie covered my naked torso with gentle leather whip lashes I covered her leather boots with many long licks and kisses. My rubber dressing began with a latex hood and butt plug: on to knees, a dollop of lube, a gentle massage into the cavity then in it went. All the way and there it stayed, gently stretching the surrounding sphincter and feeling good. 


Now for the moment of truth, it was time to put my new suit on and would it still fit? What would the suit feel like to wear now it had been chlorinated? It certainly felt wonderful to handle but that is not the same, and what would it actually look like on this rather rotund rubber slave? Most important of all, would my Mistress find the suit acceptable to her tastes? Yes, it felt good. Yes, it still fitted. Yes, Mistress indicated it looks fantastic and began operating the nip zips, ‘Yes, exactly where they ought to be’. There was just one minor point that I will take care of the next time I am fortunate to wear it again, pulling it up a bit more in the crotch area would make sure that it fits as it should. We were both over the moon with my new suit and you might like to check the photos because I think it looks fantastic.

Ah! Onto the dark breathless moments. Mistress had me roped to the low bench in a thrice and eased her latex panty covered bottom slowly over my face. What a sight. A thin black line between where I could go and definitely out of bounds. Still, what an experience. At first I could breathe through my nose and I attempted to lick and kiss those most private of latex covered parts until it became impossible. Maggie eased her way backwards, wiggled her bottom to make the perfect seal across both nose and mouth and what did I do. First of all, I ground the bridge of my nose as much as I could in a feeble attempt to please Mistress, then there was nothing I could do except struggle for the tiniest piece of air I could find. Despite the heavenly position I was in, the need for air gradually overtook my desperation for intimate close contact. Mistress knows how far I can go and by standing up, the tight seal was released before I ran totally out of breath.

Shifting her position I could now see the front of Mistress gently sinking and the last thing I saw was her beautiful face smiling down at her slave as she manoeuvred to cover eyes, nose and mouth. I had to admit that being smothered in such a beautiful manner would be my ideal way to shuffle off this mortal coil. I could still hear Mistresses beautifully murmured voice reminding me, ‘I did tell you about dark, breathless moments.’

Before being moved from the bench Mistress prepared my cock and balls for some long term frustration by locking said cock into her specially prepared Kali's teeth. I enquired about the device afterwards and was told that it has cones on the inside, but not a sort that is spiky enough to pierce the flesh. Even so it had the composition of cold steel and I think it would have been sadistic murder had they been spikes! As it was, on their own the Kali’s teeth were bearable and as the time wore on were quite nice. What did start off quite bearable but gradually became less and less so, were the three stout rubber ball stretching bands that Maggie began applying tightly round my balls. ‘The postman brought these for me yesterday, a little earlier than I expected slave’, and Mistress was keen to try them out. Sometimes I wish our postal system was not quite as efficient, a couple of days delay would have done wonders for my comfort, or he could have just tossed them on the pavement like they do with all their other rubber bands!  

So the scene was almost set and if I thought about it, my resolve was clearly going to be tested. The stout leather harness was retrieved from its wall position and with each tightly fastened strap I became progressively less mobile. First the upper arms, then my elbows and finally my wrists, and my arms were then totally useless. Straps through the crotch to keep in the inflatable vibrating plug that had rapidly replaced my own plug at the bottom end and the inflatable breath through gag at the other had me trussed and stuffed like the proverbial chicken. Mistress contemplated a stool for having her slave seated as she wanted and soon had me in position, with saliva dribbling from my rubber straw into a metal dish parked between my feet. There I stayed for around five minutes, before my wonky knees started bothering me. To save herself from too much slave whimpering Maggie decided her folding chair may be better for my bondage, so a hurried replacement of chair for stool had me assuring her that I was fine. 

My own slave collar was called into use as a chain was fed through its D-ring and attached tightly to the over head gantry and apart from locking my legs together, that was that. I did receive some very welcome aromas applied with a liberally soaked cloth pressed over my nose. All the while all I could do was enjoy the situation. Being on the chair now I was able to lean back and my dribbling saliva was making a mess on my catsuit rather than landing in the bucket. Maggie was having none of it, a couple of extra pumps on the mouth gag soon stopped her slave being messy. And finally to top it all Maggie even managed to enjoy a little breath play by holding my nose and sticking a finger up my tube.

After quite a while, that familiar ache in the balls was beginning to take its toll on my resolve and to be honest I almost panicked. Unusually, I was even struggling to breathe with the gag in. When Mistress heard my anguished plea for help the gag was whipped out in a flash. ‘Are the bands too much for you slave?’. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! I replied. ‘Take a deep breath slave because this is going to hurt.’ Her calm and sympathetic words were correct, having the rubber bands removed was the most painful few seconds of the whole session. I knew I was in safe hands though and all I had to do was to take a deep steady breath... and it worked. The moral of this is to ALWAYS trust your Mistress and never to panic. 

Everything was fine after that little hiccup. Mistress was naturally concerned but I did everything I could to reassure her that it was a very temporary problem and now that the increasing ache in the balls had gone I felt really great and desperate for her to continue my training.

When Maggie was satisfied I had spent enough time chained to the roof, we relocated to the bed for what I thought might be a bit more dark, breathless smothering. Not quite. My rubber hood was removed to be replaced by a conventional gas mask where the aromas delivery system could come into play, the stout harness was removed which momentarily freed my arms, only for me to be spread-eagled to the four corners of the latex covered bed. Mistress Maggie was still hell bent on really frustrating her slave and rigged a tight rope from top to bottom of the bed from which she dangled the Playroom Hitachi wand, strategically placed to play actively on my Kali's teeth. That was the most frustrating time. Mistress provided me with regular squeezes of aroma with the hand pump, injecting her slave with glowing sensations and wild desires. Whoever would believe that one day I would be under the control of a beautiful rubber woman, watching over me while I have wild sex with a set of steel teeth?!! I bucked, I shuddered, I grunted and in fact became quite agitated and very active as I ground the Kali's into the wand.

Did I remain frustrated? No! And proof that my balls were still working!

One of my Balls is Missing!

It may at first appear to be an exciting resume of a part-castration. Well, nothing quite as painful or permanent as that and I must admit to being quite attached to these balls. However, this is the only activity that I was fairly certain would happen because Mistress Maggie had been particularly vague about session plans in the call up mail.

‘. . . Session plans are still being prepared. You have my permission to remain on tenterhooks. . . ‘

Maggie knows the psyche of this slave well, of course she would, I have been fortunate enough to serve now for seven years this month so the sesquicentennial celebrations last session weren't the only milestone to celebrate, and the idea that I would be 'on tenterhooks' I think would bring a wry smile across those beautiful lips.

Had it not been for my missing ball I would have entitled this blog - The longest five minutes. Sitting in the car, on tenterhooks, watching the clock click over from 14:20 to 21 to 22 ... then finally to 14:25 when I know I am on my way to another meeting with the most stunningly attractive person I could ever dream of,  let alone the privilege of serving her. Those five minutes are like an eternity. Go too early and you dawdle outside or get a telling off for being early. Go too late and you risk a telling off for being late so the only solution is arrive exactly on time, which I once again managed.

Mistress was in her stunning black latex outfit, covered from neck to boot in that wonderful material, except that on top of her lower body were a pair of thick, clear plastic pants. Their shine contrasting quite dramatically with the  sheen of the polished rubber. Whichever way you look at it Mistress was stunning and as we climbed the stairs to The Playroom I noticed a new pair of shiny boots with some very attractive brass pyramid studs down the outside. I knew I would be intimately acquainted with them shortly, which indeed I was. Slightly lower but still substantial heels, knee high, black and very pleasant to worship.

Ah! That missing ball. A few days earlier, one of the red balls that keeps my guiche piercing in place dropped off. I have no idea where or when but the first I knew of the problem was when my guiche, minus a ball, dropped down the inside of my trouser leg and clattering onto the tiles. Fortunately no one was round to hear but unfortunately, the red retaining ball had vanished. I ordered a couple of spares (just in case another ball goes walkies) and they arrived in good time for me to bring them to session. Maggie carefully replaced my temporary repair with the genuine article. At 6mm, the new one is 1mm larger than the previous bar, but Mistress was pleased with the larger replacement and it was easily inserted then both balls secured tightly to reduce the risk of further loss. (Note to self - tighten balls daily in future!)

In no time, Mistress had me and my new jewellery strapped across the horse. A bit gag was fitted and stout rope reins attached to the bridle and, as you might expect the cold glass dildo Mistress had donned during worship was soon warming as she yanked on the reins. I prefer to be called Jo rather than Dobbin, but my new temporary name seemed to amuse Maggie and I was rode like a horse until she was satisfied that my rear entry had taken the stretching it needed, ready for another attempt at retrieving the object 'hidden' in that dark place. After that my own butt plug went in easily to do its job of keeping me stretched.

On with my heavyweight latex catsuit first, then I was told to lie down on the carpet where my wrists were roped to my ankles, because Mistress was determined to have more fun riding her slave and educating me on how much I should like plastic. My face was the saddle, my nose was the pummel and of course my Mistress in her squeaky plastic breeches the rider.

Judging by that wonderful smile radiating from Maggie, I am starting to re-evaluate my material preferences, if face sitting in plastic pleases my owner so much perhaps I do like plastic rather than rubber. However, I would like to point out that despite all that delightful face full of plastic, Mistress is wearing latex underneath. The plastic pants weren't quite as pliable as other plastic Mistress has seen fit to smother me with, and despite the wonderful feeling of breath restriction I was able to wriggle and squirm to obtain a bit of air. Maybe it was that wriggling and squirming that put that wonderful smile into Maggie?

Mistress is truly imaginative and inventive in the apparatus she uses on her slaves. Even though I had moved a silver box off the horse when I had moved it to its riding position, I had no inkling what it was or what it would be used for. It is not in my remit to question such things, so I just moved it and forgot about it. Well, I was about to find out what its intended purpose was, but first I was to be intimately introduced to a new mask that I had read about in Mistresses Tweets.

Mistress has designed her eye mask well, and trivial as this may sound, having long eyelashes sometimes gives me problems opening and closing my eyelids, especially really tight hoods. Not so with this eye mask, it allowed  unrestricted eye movement and through its perspex lenses I could see everything most clearly. Hmmm! Perhaps there is something to be said about keeping eyes tight shut!

Back to the silver box. I was seated comfortably on the Playrooms folding chair, directly inside the confines of the lowered gantry. Mistress gathered some rope and started to tie me to the chair, her knots very secure in a way to keep me immobile and my head was immobilised too, in the grips of her heavy stocks. Maggie paid particular attention to fixing the right levels and angles of the supporting gantry, sufficient to make her slave static but comfortably contained. I couldn't move my head at all but of course, I could move my eyes behind the perspex lenses.

WARNING: This 45 second clip has audio

The last time Mistress had attempted to insert me into her 'standard' head box, my head was too big and we simply couldn't fit me in. This time, Maggie had crafted this from a cardboard box, maybe as a template for a future project (I suspect I shouldn't have said that) but the box fitted well. The inside of her box and lid as well were lined with a very thick layer of plastic bubble wrap. Yes, Maggie was on a mission to plasticize me.

When Mistress closed the lid, it was an effective face pad of slithery, breathtaking plastic. There was sufficient free play to breathe after a fashion and because of the eye guard I was able to look round inside the box. Although not completely dark, all I could see and taste at very close quarters was plastic, plastic and more plastic all accompanied by a nice plastic bouquet. As I said, Mistress is most inventive and what is worrying is what a box made of more substantial material would feel like with my head rigidly held inside and in total darkness.  As a prototype and proof of concept it was breathtakingly successful. As a blue print for the future, well . . .

You may also notice as I certainly did from inside my box, that Maggie had very thoughtfully placed a buzzing vibrator inside my roped hands. Mistress knows that a little bit of breath restriction, a little bit of bondage and latex, a little bit of vibration and of course a face full of plastic can play havoc with my self control. But Mistress is in charge and she navigated her slave all the way 'to the edge' but, just a moment before, the vibrator was silenced. I’m not sure if Mistress allowed my head box an orgasm, but as soon as she had finished with me she diverted her vibrator and teasing attentions to the box and it was making an awful lot of noise, that is all I can say. My whole world was reverberating with the sound the vibrations were making, nothing but buzz buzz, bloody buzz!

I should also add that my self control was further tested by Mistress getting up close and personal inside the confines of the suspension frame. With the box lid open I could clearly see Mistress through the perspex, doing the most lewd gestures with her plastic pants only a few inches away from my captive face. Oh what a slave has to put up with, but I have to admit my liking of all things plastic had been rekindled by my rather wonderful Mistress.

Note the 7 brass studs in Maggie's new boots

Medication to help me appreciate my plastic environment was not forsaken either, sitting on the shelf by my right shoulder was a little bottle of aroma that Mistress kept offering to me. Another unconventional delivery; bottle straight up my nostril, other nostril blocked and told to 'breathe deeply slave'. That hit the spot!

Maggie, determined to continue my re-acclimatisation, retrieved and fitted me into the larger of the two green hazmat suits that we have both enjoyed wearing in the past. This time it was only me that was to be isolated and still wearing my rubber suit I was quickly sealed inside it and ordered onto the bed. Mistress set her electric air-pump to ‘suck’ mode and attempted to shrinkwrap me by removing all the air from within the hazmat suit.

That was one of the few ideas that didn't work. Not for want of trying, but the zip fastener didn't readily allow a sufficient seal around the pump nozzle, leading to an air of frustration, as more air seemed to be going in than being removed. ‘OK. Let’s forget about that idea,’ said Mistress and she just tidied the pump away.

The zip was pulled up fully sealing me inside the airtight suit. It was remarkable how little spare air there was inside the sealed suit and very soon I was begging hard for a welcome influx of clean fresh air. No matter, Maggie has other methods of leaving her slave breathless and promptly laid full length on my by now spread-eagled position on the latex bed.

To bring another excellent session to a close, Maggie treated her slave to a wonderful golden shower but delivered in a most unorthodox and unexpected way. Already sealed in two layers of rubber and hazmat plastic I was now being instructed to climb into a large slightly opaque plastic bag. I was given a gas mask and hose and once the opening had been knotted to keep me in my greenhouse environment, only the end of the hose was visible to the outside world and aroma vapour was being pumped into my mask.

Maggie directed short bursts of her warm shower over various parts of my plastic covered body. I could feel that lovely warm feeling as Maggie pee'd on my face, my body, my groin and anywhere else she could direct the stream, and I was again very frustrated at all that lovely nectar bouncing off my well protected body and gathering in a large pool on the protective sheet Maggie had wisely laid on the floor. It’s a good job that Mistress has a large safety sheet because it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

The poppers delivery pipe we used was designed and created by Maggie’s husband John and is a remarkable piece of kit.

For a final, rather nice touch to bring our seventh year to a fitting climax and move forwards into year eight, Mistress peeled back the plastic as far as my shoulders and released me from my mask. Looking straight into my eyes Mistress told me to open my mouth, after the downpour I would not have believed there was anything left, but standing over my eager mouth she let out a stream of her nectar and her slaves thirst was quenched.

Was I allowed to climax. No.

Was I bothered? No. More importantly, I think Mistress had an enjoyable 7th birthday' session.

Was I converted to a plastic pervert? No not really. I already enjoy all the materials, including plastic, that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience and no matter how much plastic I was exposed to I still had my rubber clad Mistress, my rubber suit and my rubber hood and my rubber eye mask and my rubber gas mask and . . .

I think my Mistress knows, I am addicted to her and anything else is just a secondary bonus.