Silver for Mistress

I knew today's session would be primarily based in The Clinic, just as I know that my next training session will be primarily in The Playroom. How do I know that? Well, I did not learn it from the calling mail - 

You will be required to assist your rubber nurse with her jubilee celebrations… 

Although the brief email did suggest that the session would be with rubber nurse who generally operates in her Clinic, the information actually came from the beautiful lips of Mistress Maggie in our previous session, when accompanied by a peel of her delightful laughter, she teased me by asking if I had worked it out? ‘It’ being the location of the session. There was a little hesitation before I was presented with the answer, that Maggie alternates our sessions between Playroom and Clinic, hence I 'knew’.

Enough of what I 'knew' and more about what happened today. It was cold out, but after the covid preliminaries Mistress soon had me upstairs in the lovely warmth of her Playroom with instructions to change into my latex shorts, socks and gloves. ‘No need to chill your bollocks off in the bathroom slave, enjoy the heat and change into your latex here’. Maggie as always thinking about the health and wellbeing of her slaves; the perfect Mistress I think. 

It did feel odd not having to knock on the door and wait for Maggie’s command to enter and worship, but I presented myself at her feet as is always expected only to be greeted with a footwear quandary. Mistress was wearing open toed sandals that had just two glossy straps. Ironically I had to think on my feet, because the small amount of strap I had to worship didn’t lend itself to the the long slow licks that have become my worshipping trademark, and would likely have me in trouble for straying from her footwear. I licked and kissed the two straps, carefully moving the tip of my tongue along the thin leather until Mistress relented and indicated I could worship her tights as well, but only as far as her knees. Up and down the pale tights; several times up and down the red seams, I was lucky to be able to taste those magnificent legs at first hand. Occasionally I managed to nuzzle the top of my now latex hooded head against her red latex skirt, but only a fleeting contact…

Mistress then took a seat on my back as I knelt on the rug with my pants pulled down, and with her gloved up hands Mistress easily inserted my lubricated red butt plug into my lubricated arsehole. ‘There, that will get you prepared for something larger’, she said ‘And there’s no point pulling those pants up because you’re coming over my knee now!’. I knew I had disappointed Mistress with some very lazy work I had presented to her recently. I wont bore you with what was slovenly but suffice is to say I deserved any chastisement that was due (I always do). On the up side Maggie was now taking off her disposable gloves to reveal a superb pair of rubber shoulder length ones. It was certainly looking like I would receive my comeuppance by being punished by rubber. Is that possible???

Ordered OTK it was time to find out, and yes, Maggie dished out a long hand spanking with her fine gloves on until she was satisfied I was contrite, and then some… she used her leather black and tan paddles to increase the heat further. When I was finally allowed off her knee my ass was almost as red as my latex hood, and I could still feel the damage a couple of days later. However, being over Mistresses knee, head down and groin resting on Maggie's rubber skirt, I think on balance, I enjoyed the punishment far more than I should have.

By now my butt plug was feeling quite at home in my warmed up ass, but Maggie was only prepared to allow it a temporary residence and had plans to have a larger model move in now. My plug was replaced with an inflatable vibrating one and naturally it was tested thoroughly before activities could progress further. Mistress pumped it up until I could feel its bulbous proportions filling me up and had run through several of its vibrating programs, then both the wires and pump were sealed inside my shorts and I was ushered through to the Clinic. I did say earlier that we were going into the Clinic and we did!.

Before I could be operated on I was given a task: to help Maggie with the extension for the couch. I’ve never been asked to fit it before so was surprised by how heavy and cumbersome it was to fix in place. I would recommend every good slave worth their considerable weight should learn to fix this extension on to save Maggie from all the heavy lifting. There are two square stanchions that slide into two square holes and you have to be careful and patient to get the alignment correct, oh, and don’t forget to push the stirrup adjusters out of the way before you start. Once lined up properly a quick nudge will have the extension nicely secured. Maggie then made the couch look very enticing by draping a cream latex sheet over it, and I needed no encouragement to mount it and become her lab rat again.

Maggie intended to try a little 'experimental' breath play using a rebreather bag combined with a previously untried resuscitator pump. Both were attached to the double ported GP5 I was wearing and an aroma pump was incorporated for additional stimulation. The idea was to pump air into me when the rebreather bag took its toll. However, the vintage resuscitator didn’t seem to want to play and Mistress soon realised that it was letting air in as well as out, which tended to negate the effect of the rebreather. Not at all the desired result, although I was quite happy receiving a whiff of aromas and a plentiful supply of nice rubbery flavoured air from the bellows side while the experiment lasted. Mistress believes she knows how to fix the problem and will be having me back for more resuscitating bellows experiments. I do hope so, because with the bellows put back in their box I was now having my breath controlled with the trusty rebreather bag, the reservoir of usable air lessening with every breath and I was gasping for air far too soon for Mistresses liking. 

My breathing was not the only thing that wasn’t up to scratch in the Clinic today, if Maggie thought my breathing was poor then my cock was a pittance, as she was about to find out!!  She was insistent that I wouldn’t be leaving the couch during the next part of the operation and that a catheterised slave would prevent any unplanned potty stops. I agreed immediately because the last thing I wanted was to cause Mistress any interruptions. The problem was that my cock had gone completely to sleep or was trying to hide, resulting in it reducing to the size of a small chipolata. This does make it incredibly difficult to insert the catheter and, in fact, on the first attempt the tube just coiled inside the foreskin and of course that was a pretty useless location. 

I have said on many occasions that my Mistress is resourceful and persisted in finding that little tip of the urethra. I got a familiar thrill as I felt the first inch or so find its mark and then it just slipped in ever so easily. Maggie really is an expert. The final act was to pump in 30ml of saline to inflate the bulb, I was happily sealed and could pee without any disruption to the proceedings.

Maggie had planned to perform a celebratory operation to acknowledge her 25 years as a Professional Dominatrix (The following Monday, 10th January), and now was the time to explain what was about to happen. She was about to create a 25 across a suitable canvas; my stomach. I of course agreed, not that agreement is necessary as I will do anything she wants, but she may appreciate her slave’s approval all the same.

Mistress had already prepared a suitable stencil to help her position her needlepoint and had marked these with a pen across the appropriate parts of my rather rotund stomach. Thinking back I am rather pleased about my large girth as it allowed Maggie far more room for her artistic flare. I hadn’t been rigidly restrained so far, which made sense as Maggie needed a pretty large uncluttered canvas to complete her needlework, not that straps are necessary as Maggie’s command is enough to keep me where she wants me, and I lay completely still to allow her easy access to her pin locations. It also meant that every so often, I was able to hold Maggie's hand to confirm that everything was fine. I liked those little sensual touches. I also rather appreciated the frequent stroking of my capriciously rising cock. It’s strange that by sticking a few (or in this case not so few) pins in my belly I get somewhat aroused!

The green, pink and yellow needles were applied systematically and carefully, following the stencil outline until Mistress was satisfied with the art work. I of course couldn't see the results but when I saw the pictures... Wow! Mistress is a real artist with her needle work. I am, however, pleased that Maggie only applied one candle per digit rather than 25 as you might do on a birthday cake. A little puff of the aromas, a gentle stroke of hand and cock and I was in heaven. I hadn't squealed, winced or moaned once and I think Maggie was almost pleased with her slave as I did get a ‘Well done slave’ as she lit her two celebratory candles.

However, the lack of squealing was soon a thing of the past, as mischievous Maggie decided that a little bit of electrical relief would be beneficial for her slave and it would be a pity not to make use of all those sharp little electrodes that had recently been applied. I can't remember having had a similar electrical circuit so didn't quite know what to expect.

Spectacular art work for 25th anniversary

Well, with the minute contact area provided by her two chosen needles, even at a low power setting the electric sensations were intense, verging on unbearable, and all the squealing and grunting that had been suppressed earlier came out all at once and I have to admit to begging for mercy. Thank you Mistress, your 25th jubilee celebrations truly were a scream!!!

The pins came out far quicker than when they were inserted and as a treat from Mistress Maggie for my good behaviour I was allowed to finish off this exceptional experience by worshipping that wonderful tights fitted bottom, and she jumped up onto the couch to allow me to commence. Licking was not the way, because every time I licked the tights resisted, but I certainly received a feast for the eyes and could cover it in my carefully placed kisses.

I started this blog by indicating the next session will be Playroom based. Mistress knows how to play with her slave and there is every possibility that she will throw a curved ball and return to the Clinic. I think I will return to just going with the flow and accepting what happens wherever it happens. Its a lot simpler for a simple slave.

A New Virus Variant

The 2021 heatwave continued and today was the hottest Friday 16th this year. I was very grateful that Mistress Maggie had instructed me to leave my thick latex catsuit at home and bring my lighter weight latex instead. I referred to Maggie’s calling mail as I packed my kit bag ready to attend our next session:- 

'Pack your lightweight black catsuit, matching black accessories and butt plug to bring along with you.

Your rubber nurse will make sure you are warm and wetted, provided there are no COVID related problems…'

I had to get a move on after I had parked my car, as I was a minute late due to road works. I made the time up at the expense of being a little warmer than I would have liked when I arrived. Still, the calling mail did give me something for my imagination to work with and it did display the kinder side to my Mistress. She may be a little sadistic at times but her words reassured me that she wouldn’t be upsetting her enjoyment by having her slave pass out due to heat stroke. 

As soon as I had rung the bell a gloved hand appeared in the doors’ small window accompanied with the sound of rippling fingertips, and when Mistress opened the door I was not disappointed, dressed in full transparent latex she was looking hot, but the most prominent part of her uniform were her piss pants, complete with an extended tube that draped casually over her shoulder.

Unlike last time I had remembered to wear my mask, and after a quick temperature check and hand sanitise I was able to follow Mistress’ glorious rear at a distance way too close for comfort. One pause by Mistress and I would have had my nose firmly planted between those latex lovelies, but unfortunately it didn't happen, leaving this slave still dreaming as we proceeded to The Playroom without incident. 

At this point I would normally be picking up my kit bag with instructions to go to the bathroom and prepare my uniform for the day, I certainly wasn’t expecting the curved ball that Mistress was about to deliver. ‘Latex is banned today! No catsuit, no socks, no gloves’, she said, and consequently I was sent to the bathroom to strip naked instead. When I returned I immediately attended to the obligatory worship of Maggie’s boots.

It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember the last time I caressed Maggie’s boots without my latex gloves on and I have since searched my blog for the answer. It’s impossible to be exactly sure but my photos show that I have been wearing gloves in my sessions with Maggie since early in 2012. I'm only glad Mistress had decided not to carry her crop as I worked hard on her knee high boots, because she commented that ‘You have an erection that looks like it needs some discipline.’  Well, what red blooded slave wouldn’t with a beautiful Mistress in transparent latex towering above you? but I thought it best to continue with my efforts to please, more long tongue strokes and caresses of the boots.

Nice as my cool nude situation was it didn’t last forever, and as I was led by my collar into The Clinic I realised that today’s bombshell ‘no latex’ rule only applied to The Playroom. Laid on the couch was the cream rubber body bag. This is a wonderfully confining and hot bag and I appreciated Mistresses forethought about the welfare of her slave. It would be hot enough bagged without the suit, socks and gloves.

There is an art to being bagged and when Mistress has secured the optional extension to her gynae chair you need to remember that you enter the bag at the mid point of the couch. That way you do not upset the balance of the couch and it is easier to work your feet into the body bag. As always I was reminded of the correct way. ‘Settle yourself in the middle of the couch, slave’. 

It didn't take long for my arms to be pinioned inside the internal sleeves of the bag and after a few adjustments to get my shoulders resting neatly, Maggie zipped the bag all the way up to the neck and buckled up the straps, and that was that, all bound up in thick rubber for the rest of the afternoon. It does feel delightful being so enclosed and restricted but I was really grateful that Mistress had decided on no extra latex layers. 

As I lay back warm and very happy, Mistress disappeared to the Playroom and returned with a cream hood which was so easy to wear, very comfortable and not at all restrictive, making it a good foundation for the same FM12 gasmask that I’d worn in my last session. With its feeding tube eagerly grasped between my lips I waited in hope for my long overdue rehydration and infusion of nectar.

However, Maggie had another type of infusion planned for her slave before I could be rewarded with her long, warm drink. I had a rope tightly applied to separate cock from balls, then Maggie went on to create a large sterile field around her operating area and sponged my balls with sterile swabs. Mistress used her aroma delivery system to relax me and after a few puffs gently inserted a cannula into my ball sac.

Absolutely no problems. Mistress is a real expert in cannula insertion and this time took the precaution of a little surgical tape to help keep the cannula where she wanted. The tight tourniquet round the base of my member isn't part of Mistresses sadistic pleasures, well actually it might be, but acts as a barrier to prevent the saline solution from migrating from balls to cock. When your infusion session ends you find out exactly what your cock and balls look like without the tight string, when your cock and balls metamorphose into a homogenous blob resembling a honeydew melon. Nothing like my cock and balls at all.

Although the drip was free flowing it does still take quite a while for your balls to accommodate the bag of saline, and at this time it was appropriate for me to receive the welcome refreshment I had been craving. Mistress made sure I still had the drinking tube securely wedged between my teeth and made yet another trip to the bathroom returning with another tumbler of cool water which she consumed in a most erotic manner in front of my gas mask lenses. It is a wonderful sight because I was at last able to get the full beauty of my Mistress, unmasked and sipping her nectar producing liquid.

Inside my by now quite watery prison I had to smile. I could see Mistress straining to create that flow for which her bladder is so renowned. ‘Come on slave, give my bladder some words of encouragement!’. I was expecting a veritable waterfall or even another tsunami, but try as she might it took Maggie quite a while before she produced a drink and I heard that groan of satisfaction that I have grown to love. The long tube that was gracefully dangling over her shoulder when she had let me into her Chambers was now attached to my drinking tube and its flow tap turned on. After a few big gulps of her nectar Maggie must have sensed my mischievous side rearing up. ‘Don't you dare think of blowing slave’, I was warned.

In the past I had been known to do a quick blow down the tube, inflating Maggie's piss pants and causing much amusement and consternation in equal quantities. Oh, probably better behave myself this time I thought, though I did seriously think about it when the well ran dry, but instead I sucked harder and harder trying to seal Mistresses private parts inside the pants and also to encourage maybe a few more pearls of her nectar. 

One thing I found out afterwards is in really hot weather it becomes increasingly difficult to produce a good flow of urine, which might explain why there was just half a bag of Mistress’ refreshing liquids for me to consume. In the cooler future months I am sure that I will find myself being overwhelmed by her pee again, but not today.

A few more whiffs of aroma and Maggie in her role of virologist announced she was now proceeding with my COVID treatment. I already had my jabs so I was unsure what further treatment was necessary, but when Maggie got her needles out I assumed I would be having more jabs, in fact it turned out that I needed a LOT more jabs. My balls were fully saline inflated and all I could feel were quite a few very light pricks as Maggie announced, 'that's another pin in'. Whether I was floating in my normal euphoric state, or the aromas were particularly effective, or I just wanted to please my Mistress, or a combination of all three, but all I could feel were the delightful little pricks and an ever increasing bigger prick!

Every now and then Maggie would change sides, to make sure she had exactly the right angle for another pin. This movement required Maggie to traverse around my feet and the first time the latex pee pipe got hooked around my upturned toes. I had visions of it stretching, snapping tight and belting Mistress across her very private parts, there was no way I could allow that to happen to Mistress so I developed the technique of flexing my feet every time she passed that area. One very welcome side effect of this flexing was the intake of cool air I received around my cock and balls every time I twiddled my feet, a bit like a pair of bellows. Once again I thought it really thoughtful for Mistress to say ‘No latex!’. Always her slaves welfare in mind.

Though I remained strapped down and clueless as to what was going on in my nether regions, Maggie seemed to be getting more excited with every prick of my ball sac, and once satisfied her needlework was complete out came the liquid latex. I received a full narrative on how the painting was proceeding as she set to work with a small brush, applying latex paint to every last inch of my exposed inflated balls. To speed up the drying time Maggie used The Playroom hairdryer, I’m not sure she had fully read the cooking instructions because for a moment I thought my balls were being grilled! As soon as I yelped and mentioned that they were getting rather warm, Maggie immediately dropped the heat level down to medium and no further cooking sensations.

A second coat was applied and dried, Maggie laughed and said she had isolated my COVID problem. She was obviously very pleased with her virology work and wanted to share her satisfaction, the electric couch was set in motion to raise her patient into a half comfortable seating position so I could view my current COVID status. When I actually saw the COVID model she had created I was truly amazed at the skill and artistry exhibited by my wonderful Mistress.

In fact Maggie was so pleased with her slave that she announced that today I was allowed an orgasm. I felt as happy as a guinea pig as Maggie left the room to retrieve her Hitachi wand, moments later I had a lubed up cock sleeve around my cock and being wildly vibrated. It only took about 30 seconds to reach my ecstatically happier moment; my COVID ridden balls exploded and I was forced to cum. I say forced but all the needlework and fondling of cock and balls had also been rather exciting. It was a good job that release came when it did, because once the restraint round the base of my cock was released, the whole cock and balls disappeared into the homogenous bloblike state I mentioned earlier, and I doubt even the Hitachi could find anything to excite down there. 

Mistress Maggie was right to mandate no latex work suit etc, because even just in the latex bondage sack I sweated profusely. In fact when I dismounted (from the middle of the couch of course) I could actually hear the waterfall that cascaded down onto the Clinic floor as what seemed like gallons of sweat escaped. Mistress has excelled herself once again and turned the past 15 months of COVID misery into something wonderful and worth waiting for. Thank you Maggie