Showing posts with label gags. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gags. Show all posts

Friday 29 September 2023

My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

Caution: This 02:17min clip has audio.

Friday 8 September 2023

In Memoriam; RIP QEII

Exactly one year ago Queen Elizabeth II died at the ripe old age of 96. Both Mistress Maggie and I had only ever known the queen as our monarch and we allowed a little nostalgia about this subject, and that was the end of any melancholy. The remainder of our session was nothing short of magnificent.

Mistress left no doubt as to what her session plans might include by greeting me in her piss pants, the remainder of her tasty ensemble included a red bra and hood and who wouldn’t be uplifted by such a beautiful vision, and not for the last time during this session I was really tempted to lean forward and gently kiss those wonderful orbs as I followed Mistress up to the Playroom. I am too well trained and like I have done on so many occasions, I once more resisted that almost overwhelming urge.


I had promised to demonstrate a selfie stick that might be of use to Maggie for capturing sessions. After a short demo and a thoughtful ‘we’ll see’ from Maggie we moved forward in the session.

By the time I returned from the bathroom in my red latex gloves and socks, I was ready and really eager to undertake my first duty of cleaning, licking and kissing all the way up and down both of Mistresses thigh length boots. I could almost feel the heat behind Maggie’s bulbous piss pants and I tried to surreptitiously nuzzle the top of my head in that most intimate place. I didn’t overdo this as every now and then, to accompany my ministrations, Mistress brought her crop down with a loud crack, generally to my buttock, but my cock and balls were also being used as a target if they came within range.


Next I was to be stuffed with anal beads. The Horse was brought out and I used my new found discovery of how to position myself on it, so as to make my bumhole even more accessible, by hoisting my buttocks over the end of the horse and leaning forward. (See last blog for the more open position).

My trusty red butt plug went in very easily but Mistress had mischievously placed two strings of anal beads just in my eye line. The first one was relatively small and the second not small at all. I love Mistresses sense of theatre as she toyed with both sets and chose, of course, the large string of balls for stuffing me up like a packhorse! The beads left me feeling very full and despite their size I felt no discomfort whatsoever as each of the 4 balls in turn disappeared away from the glare of the Playroom lights, leaving an amusing tail about 10cm sticking out of my bum.

Dressing in my red catsuit was a bit of a struggle and needed plenty of talc and time to get it on. We both agreed that it would be useful to have the garment chlorinated as soon as possible, but once it was tidily and tightly on my body and zipped up I felt absolutely fantastic. My tail was hidden neatly inside the suit and once I’d had a hood fitted I was head to toe in lovely red latex.

Mistress retrieved a long orange rope before easing down the crotch zip to expose my balls. With a very well-practised movement she had my cock and balls strung up sufficiently tight for me to know that it wouldn’t slip off; a quick tug on her rope proved the point, in fact any more of a tug and my cock and balls would be coming off with the rope still attached. 


This rope produced one of the best cock harnesses that I have had the privilege to be attached to. With her packhorse loaded with rubber balls and tethered on the long rope she led it towards the mysteries awaiting in her Clinic. One tug and I was urged to follow her and her beautiful derriere, but - ‘Hey, not so close slave. Follow with a bit of distance’, she instructed. I didn’t say so, but I’m guessing she just wanted more room to yank my bollocks, nevertheless I was quickly realising that a quick tug on the rope could prove most ‘interesting’. Either deliberately or accidentally and I suspect the former, Maggie instructed me to return to the Playroom to retrieve her glass of water. The rope was long enough for her to hold the reins while I completed the trip and I half expected a quick yank for me to return.

I guessed it most unlikely that once I retrieved the glass that she would tug the rope, because to do so may have me dropping the glass. On reflection I think that may well have been an option if Mistress was in her mischievous mood, but then again, she was equally mischievous to keep me on tenterhooks.

On my return the water was quickly devoured and I was told I had a little more boot cleaning to perform before we go any further, because of the talc that had floated onto them when I’d donned my catsuit. The dust was soon dealt with and I was invited to sit on the couch and recline into a most comfortable position for my re-hydration.


Sitting unrestrained and very happy I was ready to receive the first of two infusions of Mistresses piss, but I had to wait a few more seconds as Maggie asked if I preferred to suck on an open tube or a tube with a mouthpiece. I requested the mouthpiece because it fits comfortably in the mouth giving you something to grip onto so as to avoid the tube popping out in mid flow, it also allows for a very satisfactory suck for the piss delivery. Anyway, I was finally allowed to drink the fresh warm contents from Mistresses pants and it was delightful. It shows how far my training has progressed, because my rehydration preference is now ALWAYS for Maggie’s pee rather than water or other liquid offerings. Contrary to the well known metaphorical phrase, Mistress has a horse that she can lead to water and guarantee that it will drink! I remember going to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and Maggie producing a bottle of pee for me to consume… sorry I digress.


I eagerly consumed every last drop and then a second helping was dispensed from a drink carton that Maggie brought in from another room. Maggie announced that the contents were yesterday’s pee and that I was to consume that as well. I did via the same delivery route and was able to finish the small amount left in the carton at the end of the session. Well I did mention that quenching thirst was now primarily a nectar drinking pleasure. It also demonstrates how thoughtful my owner can be.

After having thoroughly quenched my thirst Maggie decided to help me lose some of the fluids via my sweat glands and I was strapped into her inflatable straitjacket.

Pumped up and strapped down to the couch I was to model a very tight ball gag. By now, Mistress knows many of my little ‘secret’ tricks for making a slaves life a little easier and tightened the gag straps so I couldn’t ease it out of my mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly effective at staying in and keeping me quiet but it didn’t prevent Mistress planting three of the most delightful kisses fairly and squarely on the ball of the gag. With that incentive I think I would have happily worn the gag for as long as Maggie wanted me to. (Another of those comments I might ‘benefit’ from in future sessions.)


Finally I was relieved of the orange rope tether from around my cock and balls, and to tell the truth I was a little disappointed to feel the tight embrace gradually loosened, but not for long as Mistress had a plan. She coaxed my balls into a series of tight rubber bands, five I think and a couple more for good measure round the base of my cock. That was only the start of Mistresses pleasure, she also had plans to shock my abdominal region with a simple urethral electrode linked to a chunky electroplay loop around my penis. That was interesting, and normally Maggie would allow me some intoxicating aromas via the aroma pump hose, but not today. Strangely I felt happy without the infusion of aromas. I suppose, once again, it is as a result of the excellent training I have received as I just long for whatever Maggie decides that she wants to do with her slave.


The final act of our session involved two almost identical GP5 gas masks. I say almost identical as one was definitely much smaller than the other. I know Mistress likes to occasionally join in with breath play games and after 221 sessions I have learned one or two of my Mistresses preferences. The couch straps were undone now but I was still confined in the pumped up straitjacket, Maggie told me to shuffle over to one side so she could sit next to me. The masks were joined with a couple of hoses and a 5lt rebreather bag attached to the central connector. 

The gas masks went on, me first and then Maggie, we were then breathing the same air through the rebreather. Mistress did manage 10 minutes in the joint breathing before opting to ease herself out. It was probably my training that allowed me to rebreathe with little adverse effects, I have experienced so many rebreathing sessions with Maggie’s guidance over the years that have obviously paid off and I could have carried on quite a while longer. In any event it was wonderful to be that close to Mistress and for her to allow me to share her air. Perhaps a tap on my side of the arrangement may allow Mistress to take proportionally more air than her slave? 


And then, the session had reached its natural conclusion. Well almost. As we were getting out of our hot sticky clothes I was able to help Mistress out of her latex and the sight that presented me almost made me forget my training. Maggie was leaning forward in all her natural glory. There in front of me were a perfect pair of bottom cheeks. I plucked up courage to mention the vision and she appeared to agree for me to actually kiss each cheek. I wasn’t 100% sure of the instruction so I restrained my urge and gently stroked each globe in turn. 


Any regrets? Only Carpe Diem and all that, but my training has been thorough and I try not to overstep the mark unless I am certain that Mistress Maggie has actually sanctioned my move.


Thank you Mistress for another excellent experience and your training has been thorough and effective but there is still more mileage to travel before you consider me your ‘acceptable’ slave. 

Warning: This 01:36min breathplay clip has audio

Friday 7 July 2023

Imagination

Imagination is one of the most fantastic attributes that we humans possess. It certainly has helped cement my adoration and servitude to my Mistress Maggie. Before I was introduced to the delights of slave training under a most stunning and accomplished Dominatrix, I used to imagine totally random mundane issues; What if I won the pools? What if the premium bonds came up? What about the lottery? etc. etc… 

Since I met Mistress my thoughts and imagination have increasingly been focussed towards how I can better serve my owner. It’s not unknown for my thoughts about Mistress and what she would like to do with her slave to make me physically shake with excitement. I, of course, accept everything Mistress wishes to do both in actuality and imagination, although some do stray into Maggie’s forbidden territory and these are filed away for future, private review.

Some however, come to maturity, like my recent silver headed tape binding, a walk in the woods, a meal in bondage at a local restaurant etc. etc. and some are wonderful yet impractical. I imagine being Maggie’s full time rubber slave, having her free to modify my bits and pieces at will, without concerns for my vanilla life. Impractical I know, because I do not have the stamina and staying power to live up to Mistresses high standards 24*7, and neither is it one of Maggie’s requirements.


Today I was told to -

‘Pack your plum cat suit to bring to session along with your butt plug and black accessories. It might be a hot and sweaty day but Mistress has the means to let a slave drip dry’.


Mention of the plum suit had my imagination running wild in a specific direction. In the past Maggie has referred to the suit as my ‘flying suit’, I had worn it when she had decided to suspend me from the ceiling, attach all sorts to my dangly bits and ensured I was well used, and not just on the one occasion! You don’t need a great amount of imagination to understand how much my mind was racing.

Arriving at the Chambers on time I was greeted by my stunning Mistress in a most beautiful long latex evening skirt in a plum colour. Imagination ramped up a notch as I followed those beautiful hips up the stairs to the Playroom, and yes my thoughts did momentarily slip into forbidden territory, but I am now too well trained to allow those thoughts more than a fleeting millisecond to continue.

Returning from the bathroom as instructed, in my latex socks and gloves with trusty butt plug in hand, I adopted my position for the preliminary footwear worship but had to wait before I could start. Mistress was a little excited as a new purchase had arrived in today’s post and knowing what it was, she wanted to open the packet and have me model it. The item was a black spandex hood and her first observations were that it might be too small and made for a child. Being spandex it could be stretched over my willing head, instantly growing from its seemingly small size to slave size and seated very comfortably where it was intended to go. From the inside it had the opacity and texture of very, very thick black tights. It was dark but allowing sufficient light to see Maggie’s outline as she fussed and adjusted the hood to align with my features and laughed as she slid the mouth zip open to my surprise. Enough of this and I am sure it will reappear either in my training or for another fortunate slave.

Maggie’s boots were short; ankle length material boots, and I was told in no uncertain terms not to get the material too wet, unlike the attentions I give to her leather or vinyl boots where I could lick, kiss and drool a bit to my heart’s content. While I was kissing and worshipping her footwear Mistress outlined the agenda she’d proposed for today’s lesson, telling me how she would need to postpone her original plans because her plan to wrap me in clingfilm and suspend me on a scaffold pole felt too strenuous for her at the moment. Yes, my imagination had at least been partly on track, but that explanation has now set my imagination racing for a future session. ‘Instead’ she said, ‘You will begin by acting as a toilet for me’. That then set my imagination going in yet another direction and by now I was so deep in my sub-space that I was delighted to be able to serve Maggie in any way she wished.

A latex hood was chosen for me to serve in before I was reacquainted with the plum suit that I had deposited on the bed when I arrived, and the plum butt plug that had been quivering on the chest of drawers was now fitted where the sun don’t shine. It was a nice touch that Mistresses skirt, my suit and even the hidden plug were all colour coordinated, confirming that Maggie does have a particularly fine sense for detail and colour co-ordination.

Mistress seemed rather pleased when I volunteered with moving the heavy toilet box into the most suitable location for play, but isn’t that what any slave would do? Why have a dog and bark yourself, or in this case why have a slave and do the shifting yourself.  Positioned under the seat with the rubber toilet ruff comfortably fitted round my neck I was snapped into position around the bowl. My view of the world was somewhat limited and I lay passively as Mistress made her human toilet more secure and useful. 

This is where my imagination kicks into overdrive again. I can feel Maggie attaching chains, securing me under the box and… this is where I really appreciate the pictures that Maggie so graciously provides me with. I can compare what I had imagined with what physically happened. That in itself can be a real revelation when I do receive the pics. This act of reconciling fact and imagination is a wonderful experience that I can cherish for ever.

I will perhaps go off at a slight tangent here. In my earlier training I told Maggie how I loved to be able to watch as she glided around me doing whatever she was doing. Now I still do love those visions but I no longer need to see my Mistress all the time. If I am blindfolded, hooded, taped up or severely restricted, I know in my imagination just how lucky I am to have a beautiful owner and I can spend my ‘dark time’ thinking about her, knowing that I may be lucky to receive real images of what she is doing. Sometimes as happened today, the imagination can be wildly different from reality.

Sorry, I digress and will return to the session now. I was comfortable in my position and waiting for Mistress to fulfil todays role. I didn’t have too long to wait and I could hear Maggie raising the long skirt, not a particularly practical garment if the wearer is contemplating using her toilet slave. I did catch the merest glimpse of Maggie removing her latex briefs ready for action, and guess what colour they were? Yes, plum coloured latex briefs. Mistress really does have an eye for detail.

Waiting patiently to perform my task, I was privileged to be allowed the vision of two white orbs slowly descending until Maggie was happy that her waste would be deposited fairly and squarely in the correct receptical. Then a little stream appeared. Carefully positioning my lips I eased my head a little and was able to catch and consume every drop of the golden nectar that I was gifted with. Being only a tongue length from that forbidden private area of Maggie’s anatomy created more forbidden imagination on my part, but I am too well trained to stray.

To top off, or should I say bottom off her experience, I saw Maggie using toilet paper to dry her private parts and casually toss the moist sheet into the toilet bowl and closed the lid. Am I due more? Will there be another drink available? Not today, when the toilet lid was briefly opened it was to toss an aroma soaked sheet into the pan and the lid promptly closed again, leaving me to inhale the heady scent intermingled with the lasting perfume emanating from the used tissue.

I felt quite flushed when finally relieved of my toilet duties, though needed to get busy helping Mistress by returning the toilet to its correct place and pulling out the bondage bed to allow Mistress access to both sides. Mistress then led me through to her wardrobe where I received a sneak peek of the magnificent latex garments Mistress possesses, but the prime reason was to retrieve a VERY heavy rubber bondage sack from the high rail. As I said earlier, why have a dog and bark… ? 

Back in the Playroom my suits’ crotch zip was opened, as was the appropriately aligned zip in the bondage sack. It is quite easy to enter the sack and although you have limited movement there is no escape since it also has arms like a straightjacket. The art is to gently bend knees while retaining balance and trust Mistress to guide you onto the bed, a couple of shuffles had me in the centre of the bed and I received leather straps around my upper arms, wrists and one around my ankles. I was secure and incredibly comfortable. Even when the securing chains were attached at arms and ankles I relaxed and felt truly grateful for this wonderful and inescapable experience.

I was jolted out of my dreams by feeling Mistress going to work on her cock and balls. Something tight and steely was fastened round them, Maggie was screwing something in and cranking up its grip on my delicate parts, then something a little less steely was slipped over my cock, I guessed this might be some form of electrical connection. Maggie confirmed it was a double monopole electrode, she teamed it with an item she described as, ‘a little electro pad for your little cock and balls’, and firmly attached it on my perineum at the root of my cock. A little test of the electrical circuits and we were good for lift off! Because Maggie knows her slave and also my tolerances, she happily started the e-stim with a pulsing charge on Program 8, at a sufficient level to excite but not exterminate. As soon as cock and balls get used to that level of stimulation I know it is likely to be increased!

To complete my preparations for some relaxing bed bondage Maggie attached the rubber blindfold and encouraged me to accept the inflatable tube gag, not that I need any encouragement for any activities that Maggie chooses. Before being tucked up underneath the latex duvet I had an inflatable collar fitted round my neck to help retain the heat within my latex bondage. I really should have mentioned to Maggie that the merest chink of light peeked through around the top corner of the blindfold, not enough to allow any form of vision but light all the same. I console myself with this lack of honesty to Mistress with the fact that I was severely gagged and couldn’t talk. Had I tried to grunt that I could see, Maggie would naturally be concerned that something more desperate was wrong, and I didn’t want to worry her.

As I rested in near to darkness my imagination again became very active. I could imagine that beautiful figure as Maggie lay next to me on top of the rubber duvet. I could imagine Mistress gently stroking me through the multiple latex layers, I could imagine receiving a welcome infusion of aromas, but it wasn’t imagination. I could actually feel all these subtle luxuries as I ‘relaxed’. What definitely wasn’t left to my imagination was the gradual increase in the e-stim levels.

That really hit the button. The increased power set my imagination on fire. I could only think of my seductive Dominatrix and her very willing slave being brought into a state of heightened arousal. I must admit that quite a few of the thoughts strayed into forbidden territory as I recollected what had happened and…  CLIMAX!

After having turned off the electric’s (thank goodness), Mistress gently eased me out of the sack. I was dripping wet and had to stand on a towel to avoid a tsunami across the carpet. We dumped all the latex into the bath and I helped Maggie with the cleaning, moving the bed back etc. and we talked about the wonderful feelings I had just experienced and I was happy relaxed and contented.

I appreciate much of this blog is devoted to my imagination, but I really would like to thank Mistress Maggie for helping me to develop that imagination in a most perverted direction. I think I am happier now than for a long long time.

Friday 13 January 2023

Inflationary Pressures

Yes, another wonderful session on a Friday 13th and this type of inflation is definitely one that all self respecting rubber slaves should experience, but more of this later. 

It had been far too long since my previous training session. Last year in fact, at the beginning of December. In the intervening time I had all the normal Christmassy things to attend to, family, fun and games, Christmas dinner etc…   but on every day I was thinking about serving my Mistress. I must admit it did drag down my mood in what should have been a very merry period, but come the new year, my mood changed and gradually improved as my arranged session date with Mistress Maggie came closer.

When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress greeted me wearing natural transparent latex shorts and blouse teamed with a black latex corset, nylon stockings, blond pony hood with a signature nurse cross at the top that hinted towards the session theme. A very attractive see-through nurse ensemble and as I eagerly followed Maggie upstairs to the Playroom, I could see the semi-loose latex shorts undulating and erotically moving between those two wonderful buttocks. I remembered my training and stayed a safe distance although I would have loved to bury my face in the valley.

Mistress was keen to have her rubber slave returned to my anonymous black rubbery form, ready to act once again as her plaything. It took virtually no time at all for me to return from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves and an equally short period for me to be fully rubbered in my Invincible black latex suit and comfortable latex mask.

I was all ready to begin at Maggie’s feet, cleaning and worshipping her footwear, however I was ordered on all fours onto the quilted rubber bed instead, which did seem a little strange and strayed from my regular routine. I was aware that Mistress had been having considerable trouble with her legs and I assumed that the bed move was to alleviate her leg problems. It was neither a concern or important that the routine was changed because - 

Rule 9 – Mistress may change her mind at any time.

As it happened it turned out to be a suitable position for butt plug insertion except… oh s**t, I hadn’t brought my red plug. It was not in my perv bag so I had assumed I had left it before Christmas. No, I hadn’t. Maggie looked in her normal storage space behind the curtain, where she always puts any lost/left property and pronounced, ‘It’s not here’. This didn’t phase Maggie, as quick as a flash she located one of her Playroom inflatables, slid it in a protective sheath, shoved it up a welcoming arsehole and pumped it up. Well that was one part of her slave not suffering from inflationary pressures!

In the meantime my mishap with the lost plug had earned me ten strokes of Maggie’s dragon cane, and now my bum was suitably bunged with more rubber I was to receive my punishment immediately. Fortunately my rubber suit is quite thick, but it didn’t stop the message getting through. I promised to find it and not forget it in future, and I have subsequently located it at home hiding under a cushion. 

On went a pair of wrist cuffs and with my arms raised Maggie attached her slave to the overhead suspension ring. Another ring put to good use was a spider ring gag; the type that holds your mouth open and creates streams of dribble. You cannot avoid this and all you can do is stand and let the saliva drain out. At least it was dribbling down my waterproof rubber suit. Then I understood why no footwear worship at the start. Mistress advised me that I would remain aloft for a while to generate sufficient dribble to actually give her shoes a good wash. Being a sandal style her shoes only consisted of a couple of patent straps, and once again finding myself on my knees I had plenty of flowing dribble to give both shoes a thorough wash and licking. Maggie was pleased with my cleaning standards and consequently further punishment was avoided.

Ah! Now the preliminaries were completed and the real meat of the session could get started. Maggie retrieved the inflatable straight jacket, which I have worn previously providing a very sensual experience. Strapped in securely but not yet inflated, I was led through to the Clinic where both nurse and patient were attired in the same latex colours and ready for more fun. I was instructed to sit on the transparent rubber drape that was covering the couch, by now I know the drill; place bum in the crook of the chair making sure my weight is centralised so as not to tip the couch when reclining. Sit down and rotate until I am lengthwise; laid back, safe and comfortable.

Three latex hoods were offered and I was asked which one I could manage. I chose what I believed might be the most challenging and thus please my Mistress. As I was wearing an inflatable suit, I opted for the inflatable anaesthesia model and hoped Mistress would be happy with my choice. As the hood was pumped up I could just see through the central hole of the mask, but my field of vision was so limited that all I could see was a small mark on the far wall, and that was through one eye only. Twist as I might I only got the occasional glance of the top of Mistresses headgear. 

The inflationary pressures continued when the straight jacket was inflated and this was a very satisfying experience too. The pump is quite noisy but it was muted by the pumped up hood. It is a strange experience having the suit gradually tighten over my upper torso. Just to be certain I wasn’t going anywhere Maggie tightened the couch straps, which further enhanced the feeling of constriction that was being provided by the suit. Mistress spotted what she thought was a mark on the transparent suit and tried to clean it away, only to find it was a small hole in the rubber which necessitated regular pumping to maintain the suits compression. I don’t think it overly concerned Mistress as she was able to turn the pump on and re-inflate me every now and then, and in a post session Tweet she had mentioned that it had been repaired.

Mistress prepared a treat for her slave and I could hear the tinkle of fresh pee into some receptacle. I couldn’t see, could only hear but the sound of fresh pee being produced is distinct, recognisable and another way to get my saliva flowing! The problem was the delivery tube wouldn’t sit correctly through the hole in the mask. When I eventually got the tube in place it blocked all airflow. Hmmm some choice eh! Drink and suffocate or simply go thirsty but breathe freely. Unfortunately, I had to opt for breathing, and maybe one of the alternative two hoods may have been a better choice, they do all have their pros and cons. Still Mistress whispered that her tasty nectar will be reserved for a future pleasure.

At this point, Mistress was moving into the next phase of her plan; CBT. And to help me through the situation a hose pump was plugged into my anaesthesia mask to facilitate aromas delivery. This rendered me totally in blackness, I could breathe easily but not one glimmer of light escaped into the hood. I have grown to really love the blackness when I know Mistress is going to work on her slave. It heightens the sense of touch as well as the restriction from the inflated straitjacket, and I could relish Maggie's touches as she first exposed my cock and balls then started to pursue her goal.

I wasn’t sure exactly what sensations I was experiencing around my groin. They were all very, very pleasant, interspersed with the occasion tweak or pinch as she progressed with her plan. My balls were definitely being tightened and something very pleasant had been inserted down my cock, then several remarkable sensations filled the area as multiple e-stim channels appeared to be operating. It wasn't until I could see the pictures that I was able to realise the complex nature of Maggie's plan. I think the experience is best described by quoting from Mistresses session notes that she kindly shared -

Allow the patient pumped aromas. 

Insert a curved beaded sound down his urethra. 

Add electro with a bipolar effect- 
Two loops around cock paired with blue pumps applied to balls with suction. After good amount of play with the sound swap it for an electro sound paired with a simple pad placed behind his balls.

Mistress is meticulous with her planning and although I cannot explain the fantastic effects generated by the above attention to detail, it does provide the physical explanation. I do remember Mistress warning me, ‘don’t you move a muscle', as she set about ramping up the electro levels. I tried my hardest to maintain total stillness while in my blinded and restricted predicament I could only fantasise what fun my Mistress was having, seeing her plaything struggling to fight the stimulation.

It was amusing that during the period I was supposed to remain still, Maggie said she had to take her shoes off because her poor legs had had enough of them, and thought it would be fun to belt out some extra rhythms with her shoe heels as further stimulation on my highly charged groin.

Eventually Maggie relented and kindly allowed me some generous aroma puffing, a little more power and instructions that I could now hump away to my hearts content. I did and it wasn’t long before the erotic pressure on my cock and balls was released, although strangely there was no physical evidence of ejaculation. But I knew I had cum and was quite drained.

I know in the past, Mistress has allowed me to have good vision of her for large parts of the session but now I think I have learned to accept and enjoy all the periods of total darkness that Mistress Maggie gives me. It highlights other senses and also shows absolute trust in my Mistress. She can do whatever she wishes. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to see my Mistress Maggie in action, but now I have been taught to enjoy feeling her in action.

2023 is going to be an excellent year.

Friday 2 December 2022

Cropped Cock

Another exciting day in the life of a truly devoted rubber slave. I had a rough idea what might be my delight for todays training session and I knew today was likely to be in the Playroom as Mistress Maggie does tend to alternate between her two venues. There were a couple of outstanding suggestions I had made for Playroom content; accepting gallons and gallons of Mistresses golden nectar, or perhaps a vertical suspension.  

The session started in traditional fashion with me giving Maggie’s boots a real going over, although a slight deviation from 'normal' occurred as Mistress dispatched me to the far corner of The Playroom where the cane and crops were neatly stored, and I was instructed to select one and return for boot worship. 

No misgiving here as I chose a slender crop with a small hand attached at the business end. Maggie has used this previously to warm my cheeks, and once again she would be wielding it if she felt I was slacking, or just for personal pleasure. Nothing too severe and I was looking forward to Maggie’s crop, which like myself was made in Yorkshire.

BIG mistake! Because as I was instructed to stand up from my worship a heavy blow landed on the top of my cock. That hurt and certainly brought me to attention. Not satisfied with the angle for cropping I was told to stand sideways so my cock stood proudly at right angles to Mistress.

Oh dear, that gave her a far better swing and several severe crop strokes landed along the length of my shaft. Now, those strokes were very ‘ouchy’ and it took all my nerve and resolution to stand erect ready for the next crop to fall. Still, it was Maggie’s choice and by all accounts she appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

We temporarily adjourned to The Clinic to see if we could insert the new and bigger black butt plug. First a good dose of aromas to help relax the muscles followed by a good dollop of Crisco cream to facilitate easier entry. As you would expect my red ribbed plug went in very easily with the last familiar plop and shiver as the last couple of centimetres slipped home. I have to admit to appreciating the feel of this plug even though its receptacle is starting to get a little loose, and we have been friends for such a long time. However, despite all the Crisco, aromas and the perfect position for entry, the new plug refused to go all the way in. I’m under instruction to practice a lot at home to see if I can stretch appropriately.

Returning to The Playroom, my new red Libidex catsuit was warming on the bed, I was of course already wearing my latex socks and gloves and it was a relatively easy matter to insert me into the suit and safely and snugly do up the zips and… once again I was beautifully encased, neck to toe in latex. Mistress explained that it was my choice of being attached to the ceiling in bondage that would be on the menu today, and the luxury of Mistresses nectar would have to wait until a future session.

I was to be inserted into the leather body bag and hung like a bag of spuds from the ceiling ring. Not actually hung but standing, tethered to the ring.  This activity is difficult for both hanger and hangee. Maggie had to make sure I was well fitted into the body bag whilst I had to balance on my constricted feet without the use of arms for balance. 

Problem solved as you would expect from my inventive Mistress. Continuing the leather theme, on went the leather hood and it’s attached chain passed through the ceiling ring. That allowed me to lean forward, tighten the supporting chain thus providing the stability needed to remain standing. Not content with the single head chain, Maggie attached an additional strap round my upper body which had chains that could be attached to the overhead suspension frame. These proved far easier to tighten than the head chain to ceiling link and gave us confidence that I was well supported and able to manage the bondage for a fair time.

Perhaps, if there is a next time we can devise a way to tighten the head chain to help me stay a little more upright. As an aside, the inside of the leather helmet feels, well, leathery. Not soft and smooth like a latex hood and if I ask Maggie to allow me to wear latex underneath it next time, I am sure she would oblige. I like leather, but I do prefer latex. 

I was starting to feel like I needed something shoved up my arse as the empty space was feeling… empty! Mistress of course had already had ideas on how to satisfy my empty feeling, and to further help me remain upright she stuck a metal hook up my arse; yes the bondage bag does have holes in ALL the right places, and attached the hook to the overhead gantry.

Whilst skewered like a stuck pig, Mistress insisted on tormenting her plaything by standing so I got an eyeful as she exposed those beautiful breasts. That is the most cruel and frustrating thing Mistress does to her slave. A definite look but no touching; how cruel yet how kind to at least let me view those magnificent bosoms.

By now, Mistress had adjusted the Playroom mirror and I could watch as she placed the tube gag in my mouth and then stood back so I could take in the whole situation. It does feel liberating that not only is Maggie happy to place me in these exquisite situations and dressings of her choice, but so, so exciting that I know Mistress is confident that her rubber slave is really happy in any situation. I also think Maggie liked the picture of me hung in her leather bondage bag and dribbling through the gag as I detected that enigmatic smile as she stood back to admire her leather creation. I must admit, it was a real turn on looking at an indistinguishable person inside the heavy leather and knowing it was me inside.

This period of mirror magic could not last as Mistress had more ideas for her slave’s entertainment as she carefully chose her most reliable nipple clamps, and teasing open the suitably placed zips on my catsuit, attached them with a smile, to my nipples. Maggie was well aware that my buds have been unattended for far too long, and the shock and surprise as the little b****rds bit in securely made me sag in my bonds. Thank goodness for the securing chains as I dealt with managing the pain and was able to breathe through the discomfort.

The time had come to replace the leather hood with a latex one, with an anaesthetic mask and breathing hose mounted on top. I knew my bonus of a few whiffs of aromas was imminent, but Mistress, as always has a knack for keeping you guessing as to the delivery method.

I was fitted with the serving tray; ah happy memories of wearing it when serving Mistresses friends many moons ago. The open bottle was placed on the tray and without ado Maggie placed the end of the hose over the open aromas bottle. This time, no waiting for the delightful hiss of the pump but raw, continuous pleasure instantly delivered from the bottle.

Mistress was careful to ensure I wasn't too overwhelmed before moving to take advantage of my relaxed and intoxicating effect from the aromas. More strategically placed zips soon had my cock and balls presenting themselves for further attention from my owner. Red rope tied them tightly before Mistress pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began oiling the whole area to facilitate a most wonderful hand massage alternating with the use of her vibrating Hitachi wand, while occasionally benefitting from more relaxing blasts of aromas, my time in heavy leather bondage reached a most fulfilling climax.

I am completely under the spell of my Mistress and as I promised her some time in the past:-

I will willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question.

Friday 24 June 2022

Be Careful What you Wish for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caution: This 2:12min clip has audio.

Friday 28 January 2022

High Flying

‘Your rubber Mistress will have you floating away with a dancing queen who will lure you into inescapable positions that will take more than your breath away.’

My calling mail from Mistress tends to suggest that my session would be conducted in the main Playroom, where Mistress Maggie will ensure I am subjected to a lot of rubber, and that I will probably end up in severe bondage with quite a modicum of breath play; practice is needed in this discipline because of my poor performance in the last session. However, a lot was still left to my imagination and had me looking forward to another exciting session.

Enough hypothesis, despite the covid restrictions being eased, I had completed a RLFT in the morning and wore my mask in preparation for arriving at the Chambers. One extra thing I chose to carry was a nice bottle of red wine for Maggie following a comical Tweet where she had stated:

‘You have to be careful with wine and rubbery legs you know, sometimes they can be a dangerous combination.’

I love dangerous combinations with Maggie so …

Maggie and I had time for a little talk about future directions, and once we had agreed a path that was favourable to us both it was time for a spot of boot worship. Mistress was wearing the long black thigh length PVC boots, and the throne where she sat awaiting her worship had been moved across the Playroom, to a temporary location next to the bed. It doesn't take long for me to be totally immersed in my servitude to my fantastic owner and long slow licks and kisses were being delivered once again by my eager tongue, accentuated by some encouragement from Maggie as she took my head between her hands then with instructions to ‘Keep your tongue out slave’, she physically moved my head up and down the boot. That suited me well as it was then out of my control where my head went! 

Actually, with the worship finished my head went straight into a shiny latex hood, quickly followed by my heavy latex body suit, and although I didn’t know it right now, it would end up in far more adventurous situations later…

The recent pandemic lockdowns have done nothing for my asshole except perhaps made it shrink and Mistress is still on a mission to restore it to its pre-covid state. Now I am back to regular sessions with Maggie the butt plug is getting easier and easier to insert and in it went with virtually no pressure required. I am pleased with the progress in stretching my anus and Mistress is doing a fine job of gradually opening up the orifice again.

Now that I was nicely fully rubbered it was time for a little relaxation by way of some rubber dancing. A gas mask and aroma hose were added to my uniform and I suspect that Mistress had been busy with her de-mister, because the vision through the lenses was as clear as day. I could see Maggie as she retrieved her short bushy whip, and could see and hear as she used her i-phone to select some music. A few lungful's of magical aromas and we were off; Maggie swinging her whip, me swinging my dangling hose and both swinging our hips to the beats and rhythms of Gary Numan. I must say I dance like the old fart that I am, dad dancing, but it allowed me to hold my goddess momentarily as we moved round the centre of the room almost in time with the music, (Maggie was, I wasn't). The close dance did somewhat restrict Maggie's back swing but she managed a steady tattoo of suede on rubber which I found most pleasurable.

I’m not sure if I’d been made to dance in order to keep my waistline trim, if so it hadn’t worked because Maggie’s next trick was to squeeze me into a heavy leather bondage corset. When I am having the waist cincher fitted I have found it is sensible to grasp the overhead gantry with both arms. This allows for a taught torso, a tighter fit, and of course your arms do not get in the way as Maggie pulls hard to tighten and secure each of the three straps in turn.

I could now see why the throne had been placed at the far side of the Playroom; to make moving it into a position under the overhead gantry simpler, and as the scene developed it was quite obvious that my freedom would be a long time coming. Mistress secured me to the chair with black ropes and adjusted the wall mirror so that I had a clear and uninterrupted view of the demanding predicament she was fixing her willing slave into. The gas mask came off and a large dildo gag strapped on instead. Now from what I have read on the internet, there is only one use of a dildo in this orientation... 

Well, any use of the dildo certainly wasn't going to be easy as Maggie then retrieved and fixed my head in her stocks and chained the stocks to the overhead gantry. After some initial pressure on my Adams apple we agreed that the best position would be to attach my leather mitted gloves much higher up the securing chains and et voila, perfect. The upper arms took the weight of the stocks, the chains took the weight of my arms and I think I could have stayed in that position for a considerable time, certainly long enough for Maggie to get her enjoyment from her gagged and captivate victim.

By the beam on her face I believe that some of that enjoyment came from attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and watching me jingle jangle in the stocks as she played with the controls, but I think most of her enjoyment and certainly the most frustrating for this slave was the lascivious way that Mistress stood directly in front of her slave, lifting her skirt to show off her wonderful bare bottom, snapping her latex g-string, moving it teasingly to one side and touching herself in the places where a dildo might go. Now that IS torture. There I was, just three feet from my Mistresses private parts, with a huge dildo ready for some form of action and my cock throbbing away to the rhythm of the electrics. My mind was starting to run wild and I was hoping against hope that the red wine may have the 'dangerous result' stated earlier. I should point out that apart from special occasions Mistress doesn't consume alcohol or aromas during sessions, as she prefers to be 100% compos mentis when playing with her charges. 

Mistress did slide closer and ask in that very sensual tone that only Maggie can achieve what my intentions were for using the dildo gag. I mean, how suggestive is that and I did fleetingly have an image in my imagination of Mistress climbing up to straddle the stocks and deeply sink the dildo... stupid, impractical and impossible idea but these strange thoughts do materialise when I am being severely teased and tormented by my very beautiful and mischievous owner.

My lustful imaginings were quashed when Mistress removed the dildo gag from my drooling mouth and released me from the throne. Naturally, as any good slave should, I offered to put the heavy stocks away, and picking them up I was directed to carry them to a corner inside the cell where there was space to store them. Yes I fell for it. As I was carefully leaning the stocks up, Maggie whipped the cell door shut and locked it. I don't think it was planned but an impromptu bit of fun on Mistresses part. At least she knew I wouldn’t be able to get up to mischief as she tidied other items away and liberated the heavy suspension harness from its storage box.

More slave duties were required as I helped attach the heavyweight D suspension unit to the ceiling ring and stood with carabiners in hand ready to be fitted into the suspension harness. For the second time in a day I was having thick leather straps secured nice and tight round my body, with a little play in the actual suspension straps. As an aside, taking a little time to adjust the straps through your crotch is a good idea, as trapping a bit of ball sac can be all too easy and a difficult problem for Mistress to detect until sorely too late. Without knowing what Maggie’s intentions may be I was still really glad I was able to help with the assembly of the heavy harness, also without the adjustments I know I would have been whimpering after a few moments hanging and that would ruin Maggie's fun, as her sadistic pleasures are usually dished out in a more deviously calculated form.

Hoist yourself up on tip toes so Maggie can attach the carabiners to the overhead and then raise one leg in turn so Mistress can attach the stirrups. That was the easiest suspension that we have achieved. The harness did its job, the stirrups did their job and I just lay back in a very comfortable position, but I wasn’t allowed to fall asleep just yet, not until I was in a gas mask and puffing on a 3 litre rebreather bag. After some initial observation from Maggie she chose to leave the air tap open and I could take long slow deep breaths, and after a short while I had fully mastered the art of regular rebreathing and I believe I could have remained like that for a long while. 

I was swinging happily gazing through the clear lenses at my beautiful Mistress, thinking the occasional naughty thoughts. The thing about crystal clear lenses is that you see everything that is approaching, in this case it was the pair of bug-eyed lens covers and they didn’t stop approaching until they were covering my eyes. I haven't worn them for a while but they are still just as effective at eliminating all light. And so it came to pass that I was now left swinging in total darkness for what seemed like ages, with no sense of time and absolutely no idea of Mistress’s next playful approach. It crept up very silently but I knew when it happened as I was jolted back from my blissful ignorance with a sharp slap on cock and balls, followed by a playful tug on my freshly slapped cock just to get a steady swinging momentum, then nothing except passing time… 

Then another slap, then a crack then a pull... This sequence of events continued, all the while accompanied by the heavy rubber breathing and groaning as the chains adjusted to the swing. By then I didn't know if I was coming or going so... I ejaculated!!! It seemed like the only possible outcome with all the stimulation throughout the session.

I am pleased to say that all my training is having a distinct positive effect on my ability to be Maggie's slave. I can tolerate and even enjoy the teasing and torment Mistress Maggie puts me through. We can now very easily get me comfortable in the swinging harness and I think I am better able to cope with the rebreather situation. What I still struggle with is stopping me from cumming, but I suspect that is exactly where my Mistress wants to keep her slave. That way she dictates when or if I am allowed to relieve myself and I have no control. Exactly as it should be.

Friday 1 October 2021

Another Red Letter Day

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

My stunningly attractive Mistress of 10 years!
Perhaps I should move onto the ten year celebratory session. The only hint of what was to happen today was a quick line in an e-mail saying, ‘Bring your red catsuit and accessories’.  That is probably the most non-committal calling mail that Maggie has ever penned. I am a bit of an arse licker and sometimes quite literally I am pleased to say, so today I came armed with a bottle of red wine and, of course, a bunch of red roses to match the instructions as to what I should bring. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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