Wired for Sound

It was 27 July when my calling mail from Mistress Maggie arrived:

'Nurse is busy checking batteries, to make sure your treatment will be electrifying!'

This time, the pre-session calling mail was accurate for the session content, and though brief it did contain clues. I could guess that today would involve a lot of e-stim, have a medical theme and be conducted predominantly in The Clinic.

For a change I was right on all three guesses. Of course, there would be far more ‘meat’ to be put on the bones of the session, after all, Mistress can and does amend details depending on where she wants to take the session, she would always prefer to stick to PlanA, but you can never rule out the PlanB! 

Mistress deserved a treat for putting up with such a useless slave, and I had called into the local supermarket to get some peach coloured roses, they were unusual in colour and a special gift for a special lady. Mistress accepted them graciously along with a sniff to check out their perfume.

In the intervening period between sessions I had been looking on the web at ladies bottoms in tight latex, purely for research I hasten to add, and as I followed Mistress Maggie up the stairs I was once again mesmerised by her tight latex covered derrière and decided on the difference between the images I had investigated and Maggie’s bottom; it was smoother than most of the images and more tightly covered than most, and in my opinion the very best bottom that I have had the privilege to investigate. Sorry, off at a bit of a tangent because of that wonderful fact, anyway Mistress wore other black latex clothing along with her tight leggings, finished off with a nurse's apron and red cross badges.

Returning to the Playroom after changing into my slave uniform, Mistress was sitting on her throne ready for my attentions. Without having to be instructed I immediately put my tongue to work on worshipping Maggie’s black knee-length boots, but when I got going, Mistress suggested I concentrate on the less clean lower parts of the boots. It was an interesting experience when I got round to the sole cleaning. The treads were like car tyre treads, very grippy and very knobbly, but I persevered until Mistress was happy. As it happens, the extra grip was essential to stop Mistress slipping on what would likely be a very wet floor once I’d removed my sweat laden suits!

A shiny latex hood with mouth zip was applied, then kneeling on all fours with Mistress sitting on my back I had a steel bipolar butt plug inserted and successfully tested. The only problem was it did have to be held in place by a stout strap, but Mistress had an answer for that and soon had me in a suitable harness to keep it where it belonged. It’s funny really because by the end of the session the plug had worked its way so far up my bum that I thought I would need Maggie to actually dig it out. As it happened, with a little gentle manipulation and persuasion, I was able to successfully extract the little steel beauty.

Before I was able to wear my latex suit, Mistress wanted to wire up her slave with many many sticky electrode pads. By the time she had finished, I resembled the wiring in a server cabinet, with leads all neatly gathered together at waist level. Once satisfied with her wiring, I was finally helped into my catsuit, and it was now that the five point zip system I had asked Invincible to put in my catsuit was finally put to full use. Two zippers to allow groin entry, two zippers to allow the wires to be fed through at my waist, and the fifth one zipped up to my chin. It took a bit of head scratching, but Maggie was able to work out the most effective combination.

There I was with a wiring loom emerging at my navel, being led by my collar through to The Clinic to be greeted by the white latex body bag. There it was, beautifully and precisely laid out in the middle of the couch, ready to receive its next occupant. 'Get into the body bag slave', said Mistress and she watched on as I eased myself into the suit, remembering to enter at the middle of the couch and slide my arms into the internal sleeves. Mistress took charge of my incarceration after that; zipping me in from bottom to top and threading the wiring loom through the front, ready to be connected to their appropriate power boxes. I was advised by my owner that 'Today you are going to suffer for your Mistress! '

Escape would be impossible even if I wanted to, which I definitely didn't, I was already encased in two thick layers of latex and now a System Mask was being added to my ensemble.

The System Mask is a truly comfortable hood to wear, and I was soon able to relax in my warm, sealed environment. I have to be careful not to appear too relaxed, as Maggie has various ways of bringing a slave back to full concentration levels. I had the appropriate breathing pipes and aroma delivery hose attached, and there was not one inch of this slave exposed directly to the air. Once again, I was in a good place, as Maggie's rubber slave.

Not only that, but Maggie had brought out three tens boxes and had begun attaching their various leads, ready to start their pulsing massage programs on low power. The sensations were absolutely amazing, rippling through the groin, tingling across the stomach and pulsing on and around the balls. Unfortunately, one of the leads from the butt plug must have worked loose as the metal midget buried its way deeper up my back passage and that failed to replicate the sensations from when it was tested.

Just look at the number of staples!

Maggie made sure I was receiving regular infusions of aromas through my mask, and now I was wired up and receiving electrical signals from many directions I had a rebreather bag attached too, even though I say so myself it produced a most euphoric state of mind, so much so that I hardly noticed Mistress extracting my cock and balls from my latex coverings and arrange them into a more agreeable exposed situation. 

Mistress, in an ‘experimental’ frame of mind, wanted to see if she could make my cock disappear by stapling cable ties to my scrotum and fastening me up. She tried this way and that way before announcing, 'this experiment does not work'. The staples couldn't hold the ties secure enough for her to capture anything, and so the experiment was concluded. However, Maggie wasted no time in using the remaining staples in an artistic manner, opting for the more traditional stapled mangina.

A novel little touch to keep my cock under control while Mistress was performing my operation was the application of a pair of electric forceps on the end of my foreskin, and yet another e-stim box was applied, presumably the one freed up by the failed anal plug, and she announced that she would proceed with the staples. Well, as soon as the first one was stapled in place, I just couldn’t help myself and rather embarrassingly climaxed. I did try to warn Mistress, but it was too late! Worryingly, Mistress said with a smile in her voice that she would note this on my record for future use.

Strangely, as Maggie continued with her artistry, I relaxed into the zinging of my tightly gripped foreskin accompanied by short sharp pricks of the staple gun and was actually starting to enjoy the experience despite the recent orgasm. Perhaps assisted by the occasional aroma blast or distracted by the continued tingly, tickling rippling experience across my lower torso. Maggie was determined to complete my mangina and wickedly switched up the intensity level on each of the tens boxes to suffering territory before returning to the job in hand. All the while I was still using the rebreather and comfortably entombed in the system mask.

My first BIG mistake was when Mistress had completed her penis reconstruction, she asked if I wanted out of the system mask. Without thinking through the consequences, I muttered through the mask, yes please. Big mistake because with the removal of the mask went the aroma pump hose and boy could I have used quite a few puffs as the staples were removed. The experience was far more daunting and painful than when they were inserted and really made Mistresses guinea pig squeal, I had no idea how many were to be removed, so had to brace until Mistress indicated they were all out. Mistress certainly fulfilled her promise, as she always does, 'Today you are going to suffer for your Mistress!' 

I felt pleased that I had managed an extended period with both the rebreather bag and system mask, and Maggie said she was very pleased with my endurance, as the duration of both achievements appeared to be a record for me. The results of the staple removal were a VERY wet slave and when I climbed out of the two layers of latex, it was a bit like a skating rink on the Clinic floor. I found it difficult to stay upright in my latex socks, but fortunately Mistress in her super grippy boots managed a little better and I expect that they’re going to be needing another tongue cleaning.

I did have the privilege of helping Mistress Maggie with the cleaning up afterwards, and I have to say I find that part of my training most satisfying, it allows me to show my gratitude after a damp and demanding session. 

Thank you, Mistress.


Caution: This 01:54min clip has audio

New Electrics, New Top, New Sensations

After 207 sessions I am still delighted and astounded by the ingenuity, hard work and especially the new sensations that Mistress Maggie generates in our sessions. Wearing a short asymmetric black latex skirt, striking patterned tights, ankle boots and to my immense delight the latex top that I had procured for her, Mistress once more ushered me into her Chambers and I was soon on my way up the stairs. Of course, I was in my vanilla clothes apart from my slave collar, which is mandatory for me; to remind me of who owns this slave. I still get a huge thrill from following those wonderful bum cheeks up to the Playroom and was beginning to venture a little closer with each step, but today Maggie did not stop on the stairs, probably a blessing in disguise, because I was so in the mood for gently burying my nose in the valley between the twin peaks. 

I was severely restricted in what I was allowed to pay homage to, as the boots I was to give my attention to were ankle length, but it didn't matter. It is the act of worship not the amount of lickable boot area that is important and strangely it did keep me a little more distant from the delrin cane that Maggie likes to play across my arse. If I am being honest, I do like the gentle caning or cropping at the start of my sessions and have frequently manoeuvred nearer Mistresses arm so she has a better shot, and if it pleases Maggie then I am pleased. 

What was marginally less pleasing was Maggie's placement of the boot heels when I had finished my duties. Ordered onto my back and instructed to shuffle my head between Mistress legs (I know, normally a wonderful position to be in), the boot heels were planted fairly and squarely on both nipples with just sufficient pressure and movement so as to be 'interesting'! Fortunately for my beleaguered little buds, this state didn't last too long and almost in an instant we had me inside my rubber suit, inside a nice and comfortable face mask, dusted and polished and ready for the next stage of our adventure.

I have already mentioned in a previous blog that my own red butt plug had now loosened to the extent that a more suitable sized one is becoming most desirable. Maggie tried fitting me with one that had previously proved a little large. This time it did slip in but not easily, and it also didn’t seat as well as my red one, we agreed that it was still not a suitable replacement, as later in the session it did become uncomfy and I had to ask for its removal.

Still, a good start and a move in the right direction. We will both be looking for a more permanent solution for my next plug, something I can wear for a full afternoon at least. To complete this stage of the fun, Mistress strapped me to the latex bed and announced with what can only be described as a sadistic grin, that I was privileged to be introduced to some quite different sensations from her relatively new electrastim box. To introduce this new service Mistress stuck the two electrodes not on either cock or balls, but one above on my lower abdomen and one just below; well technically on the perineum. A quick squirt of the electricity let me know that the experience would create truly new sensations. I would reserve judgement as to how 'enjoyable' these sensations would prove to be. 

After zipping the electrics into the suit, the final act to ensure that her slave was totally covered in rubber was the attachment of a thick rubber ball sheath and matching thick, controlling rubber cock sheath; a lot like a chastity cage only in my favoured rubber. And that was me, once again totally enclosed in rubber and once again confirming that my Mistress likes a little black latex covered plaything.

It was after I was released from the bed that I received the full 'benefits' of the new electro-play equipment, when with the electric set at a moderate level I was dispatched to Mistresses bedroom to retrieve some shiny combat boots. Walking was difficult as the tingling from the pulsing electric changed with every movement and the sensations were not the ones of direct contact with cock and balls but more subtle yet more irritating. 

I am sure that the spacing between the two electrodes plays a great part in determining the level of shock, and when I gingerly arrived in the bedroom it was very much a question of waiting for the pulse to die down momentarily, bend down quickly, grab the boots and straighten up before the next shocking wave hit my groin area. Well, of course, the disruption to my concentration caused me to retrieve the wrong boots!

On my return, Mistress sent me straight back to get the correct pair and for good measure ramped up the volume of the pain inducing electrics. I had to be even quicker between pulses to retrieve the boots this time, because the consequences of failure was a pain level substantially worse than the first run!

I was relieved that finally I had the correct boots, but I was immediately dispatched again, this time to the bathroom to return with a full pail of cold water that I was to place carefully under the table. It was then that Mistress was able to obtain maximum pleasure from my discomfort at trying to bend down low to deposit the pail without spilling it. As a test, it was certainly successful for Mistress as she was able to witness the antics of her rubber covered slave having to move in time to the pulsing electricity. I am sure at least one of us enjoyed the experience!

I was even more relieved, or rather my lower groin was, that the severity of the electricity was reduced as I headed towards the Playroom stool to sit down as instructed, though I did wonder why Maggie had so precisely positioned the stool… more about that later. A large bubble bottle was strapped to my back before Mistress attached me to the stool with leather straps.

Mistress knows exactly how to lure this slave deeper under her spell, and once I was fitted into a rather nice gas mask used with the bubble bottle, I was soon on my journey into total rubber submission. It felt wonderful strapped to the chair gently breathing in and out and hearing, and feeling the bubble bottle behind me. I was pleasantly warm by this stage, but Maggie had filled the bottle with the pail of cool water which meant the bubbling actually felt cool in the middle of my back. More movement into my place deeper under Maggie's spell came with each puff of very welcome aromas. I felt relaxed and could gaze out at the most beautiful vision I could ever imagine. Yes at this stage, I was so far under her spell that I felt like I was in heaven and...

Sadly heaven can last a while but on this earth not forever. Accompanied by the sound of rattling metal, Maggie soon had my ankles secured to a spreader bar and then a rope from the bar attached via the overhead back to my balls. I must have looked a really odd toy with legs off the floor, balls being stretched and bubbling away, but what wasn't obvious was the huge smile hiding under the mask as I sat and watched Mistress refill the emptied pail with the contents of her bladder. It is, in this slaves opinion the eighth wonder of the world, to be given the privilege of watching my very beautiful Mistress in the process of peeing. My only thought was that all that wonderful nectar should not be wasted and that I may be fortunate to consume some if not all of that goodness.

Today I might just have performed my training duties in a satisfactory manner, because Mistress allowed me the benefits of her bullet vibrators. The cock sleeve was removed which was beneficial for my growing erection, which in turn was assisted by some gentle massage by Mistress and the sleeve of the bullet vibe was slid onto my cock, meanwhile another vibrator was judicially placed against my balls, with the electrics still pulsing away as well I was now on my way to stim-oblivion.

Mistress mentioned afterwards that she got the impression I was enjoying this stimulation and that was hardly surprising. Who wouldn't? - and after all I was in no position not to enjoy it was I? One more step down the lane towards being a complete and total slave for Mistress.

As for that waiting pail of pee, well I was not to be disappointed. About a 500ml serving was dispensed into a handy jug for my personal thirst ridding consumption, and with a drinking tube placed in my mouth I began sucking. Maggie held the jug and made sure the end of the tube was always submerged while I eagerly drank up every last drop of her wonderful liquid without any hesitation. 

Thank you Mistress Maggie for new electrics, new top, new sensations and just for being the perfect Mistress.

Sometimes Truth Hurts

Although I have promised to always tell Mistress Maggie everything that is of concern or interest to her, today’s session did cast a fleeting doubt about telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but despite the consequences I will continue with my current policy of full disclosure and the fleeting doubts have vanished. It all started when Mistress said the following in my calling letter on Thursday afternoon -

‘New information that I did not know of has come to light in a blog and your rubber Mistress is ready to take appropriate action.’ 

I had 24 hours to decipher this possibly very exciting message. I read and re-read several of the most recent blogs I have published and couldn't latch on to anything that would upset my Mistress, so it must be exciting for me!

Hmmm! Not exciting at all! - but more about that later. Mistress was covered head to toe in tight black latex when she greeted me, finished with a long ankle skimming skirt. I presented the confirmatory letter about a negative RLFT, had my temperature taken and passed her Covid test, by now the only thing making my temperature rise was the sight of Mistress in her stunning black latex. Mistress suggested I may like to raise the hem of her skirt to assist her mounting the staircase to the Playroom without catching her heels. No second bidding was required and I did manage to raise it a little higher than was absolutely necessary and I did get a peek of those fabulous legs.

The Playroom was warmish but we agreed that the heater might be better turned up a notch and I left Maggie warming up as I adjourned to the bathroom to return in my latex socks and gloves. It was at that point when my hopes and aspirations arising from my unidentified blog comment were put to bed. I was reminded that I wrote… Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking,... Maggie had taken umbrage at my remark, that I had dared to attempt to play with myself in her presence and preferred to broadcast it to the world rather than seek her permission.

‘It seems to have escaped your mind that you are my slave', she rebuked. 'I decide what you do with your hands when you’re in my company and your cock and balls are mine to play with!’. I was ordered into the centre of the room and told to stand with hands out, one on top of the other whilst she turned round to retrieve a leather tawse and placed its tip at the centre of my upturned hand.

I looked in horror as she raised her arm and without any hanging back delivered the hardest, stingiest crack across my upmost hand. That really was an eye-watering blow and I must have flinched as I saw the first downward swing, because not only did it strike my palm, it caught my thumb as well. After that I thought it better to close my eyes, I certainly howled after the strokes were delivered but avoided any further flinching! Three to each hand, each one accompanied by a promise I truly meant, that I would never masturbate or attempt to wank in Mistresses presence again unless instructed otherwise. I shall continue to tell the truth because I have promised that to Maggie.

With my fully justified admonishment with the Lochgelly tawse completed normal service was resumed. There was still boot worship for me to do and while still on my hands and knees Maggie quickly moved on to my back hole insertions. A butt plug, not my own but an electrical one, was installed and held in place with a stout rubber harness, so I knew my anus was in for some fun. However, the toy was not producing the results that Mistress wanted and I ended up being stuffed with a deeply embedded pair of Kegel balls instead. Ramped up to a level 60 power setting on Maggie’s electro console they were soon performing perfectly to her (and my) satisfaction. 

By now my Invincible catsuit had reached a nice temperature and once Maggie had me sealed inside her Studio Gum system mask, her chosen hood for the day, she helped me slide into my suit. For the first time the five zipper configuration came into its own, Maggie was able to feed the electro leads through the first two zip pulls, leaving the remainder available for accessing cock and balls should Mistress want to. A very nice arrangement if I say so myself. 

Next it was into The Clinic where a thick straitjacket bodysuit was spread out waiting for me. I have been captured in this bodybag so many times, yet it still feels so good, especially being in two thick rubber layers with my own catsuit being underneath. The straitjacket styled arms fastened my arms to my collar and were forced into a bent elbow position with tight leather straps, a rubber gag was pushed into my mouth and clipped into place on the system mask, and electric pulses were racing round inside my arse. I felt really great as Maggie began taking total charge of her slave, all I could do or even want to do was to be in this position to provide Mistress with her rubber plaything slave. 

Then came the most rigid bondage I have yet to experience. The tightest being the leather strap across my eyes. Maggie tightened this to the extent that any attempted movement on my part only resulted in an ache across my eye sockets. Welcoming Maggie's attention to strictness I sensed that each of the straps securing me to The Couch was tightened and further tightened until I was just a dummy. The lights were dimmed, the door quietly closed and I was left all alone. I could breath, and I could think and for the next 20 minutes or so I did just that and thought constantly about my Mistress, her black beauty, her latex covered features with her tan coloured ponytail resting gracefully over her shoulder… 

Every so often I could just detect the feint swish as the door opened and Mistress quietly entered my silent, restricted world to check on her charge, tighten the odd strap and occasionally, if I was really fortunate, make the gentlest of caresses somewhere on my eager body before abandoning me in the dark again. Maggie latterly brought my mind into sharp focus as, during one silent encroachment I felt the zipper around my groin being slowly opened, on another she tied something delicate around my cock and balls, each visit working up to some stricter work on my exposed body parts and application of her cold steel ballstretcher.

Although I am a partly trained slave I am also a red blooded male human, and all this intermittent silent attention from my owner had the inevitable effect of a premature explosion. Whether it was the total immobility, the thought that I was absolutely under the control of a very beautiful dominatrix, the simple stimulation of attaching the ball stretching weight or just the fact that I perhaps should have relieved myself after the previous session or... Well I know I disappointed Mistress but I did experience the most explosive orgasm that left my balls empty and my cock shrinking back to a minuscule little knob.

So much so, that with a laugh Maggie said, ‘That is now useless and I'm not even going to try putting a sound in there, let alone decorate it with the steel rings I’d envisaged for it.’ I felt somewhat ashamed that I hadn't been able to control my feelings. I was still tightly strapped in place and perhaps this was the only way that I could show appreciation for my Mistress?  However, my balls were not going to get away scot-free. Oh no, they were still being stretched, the gap between the ball rings was being continuously increased, while the device itself was firmly attached to the goalposts at the bottom of the couch.

Mistress was determined to give her slave more wonderful experiences, and after removing the tight straps across my head the gasmask part of the system mask was zipped into place, thereon I would be using the bellows for my air supply. The bellows didn't work quite as well as the previous session, possibly because I was knackered by now and couldn't concentrate on making a good air seal, Maggie also investigated the set up and being able to easily get two fingers inside at the neckline declared it ’un-airtight’. No problem, we just reverted to the tried and tested anaesthetic mask.

That was excellent with the bellows doing their rhythmic in, out, in, out and a good dose of aromas helping to partly rejuvenate this rather pathetic example of a slave who had disappointed his Mistress by cumming too early. Despite the slight improvement in the twitching groin area, my arms were starting to ache from their rigid bondage and Maggie realised that the session had come to its natural conclusion. Off came the strapping and straight jacket and I was allowed some respite as I lay there thoroughly satiated.

In another of her mischievous moments and with that wonderful glint in her eyes, Maggie said she wasn't going to waste the extra time available due to my incompetence and announced that she wanted a go on the bellows and asked me to video her enjoyment. That was a highly charged end to the session and I was delighted to see Mistresses eyes gently close as she enjoyed her synchronised breathing and bellows experience. However, I have earned more punishments at some time in the future as Mistress has subsequently needed to write to me to tell me about another of my failures.

‘ I wasn’t too happy with the video slave, as I’d asked you if my ponytail was okay and you said yes, yet the video shows that it was not okay, not even in the ponytail socket and held on my head by a couple of strands of hair. Definitely more punishment required.’

I did think Mistress Maggie looked stunning enjoying her bellows experience and to me at the time, her appearance was absolutely perfect. I clearly got that wrong and expect the punishment. I still have a long way to go before I am trained in Maggie's image of an acceptable slave, but will continue to work hard towards becoming an adept rubber covered one, and yes I will continue to be honest with my owner, no matter what the consequences.

Dark, Breathless Moments!

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

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

Dark, breathless moments under Maggie

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No Boot Worship Today Slave!

It was overcast, humid and threatening to rain, but my spirits were really high as I sauntered towards the Chambers. I was carrying my perv bag consisting of my thin black catsuit, socks, butt plug etc. I knew I was in for magic judging by the calling mail - 

...Your rubber Mistress has ideas that are bound to please, plus plans to give you a taste of bygone times.

This time I wasn't going to be led up a blind alley and had been keeping an open mind, though I had thought quite a lot about being tied up and possibly receiving another welcome infusion of pee. No matter, whatever Mistress Maggie had planned I just knew it was going to be another wonderful session.

Mistress greeted me in her lace front body suit and latex stockings, the tight hood she was wearing showed off her beautiful face and was topped off with two swinging ponytail bunches. As I followed upstairs keeping a safe distance, the view of her rear was absolutely stunning. The curves of the latex body suit contrasting against the alabaster beauty of her buttocks. Remember, look, don't touch and don't inadvertently get too close…

I was in for a real treat on my return from the bathroom in my latex socks and gloves. Despite Mistress not being on her throne I still took up position in front of it ready for boot worship. In an incredibly sexy voice Maggie called me over to the bar stool where she was lounging, with her perfect derrière prominently pointing in my direction. ‘You’ll be doing a different kind of worship today slave, instead of my boots you can worship my bum’. There was no second bidding necessary. As Mistress lounged on the stool I kissed and licked round the latex. Up and down and round the join between Mistress and latex and I loved every long slow adorable contact.

Did I detect some enjoyment from Mistress? Perhaps just a hint of a moan to accompany the wiggle of those wonderful hips? I was the one soon groaning as Maggie turned round on the stool and sat facing me. I sat with my chin on the stool looking at the latex clad contours of her most private of places, but Maggie knew exactly what she was doing and sat far enough back to ensure there would be no chance of my tongue getting me into trouble!

After a short while, Maggie inserted my butt plug and inserted me into my thin working suit. There was considerable confusion about the suit not fitting as well as Maggie remembered. It did fit but only with the help of a HEAP of talc, pulling and adjusting. After some discussion, we established that this was not the suit that I had been bringing to my sessions over the last eight or so years, and because of the extended Covid break I’d misremembered which suit was my 'normal' one. Mistress told me never to darken her door with this old suit again, but for now 'it would do’. To top off my outfit I was fitted into an S10 gasmask, then with an open face mask pulled over the top I was fully rubberised and ready for a visit to the toilet. Not the white porcelain one in the bathroom but the superb box that Mistress uses to water her slaves. 

The ruff for the toilet box was fitted round my neck and I was instructed to ease myself into the appropriate receiving position under the pan so the metal poppers round the ruff could be fixed into position around the Perspex top. One after the other; pop, pop, pop. When Maggie had finished there was a slave firmly fixed right inside the toilet bowl. I have had quite a few wonderful drinks in this position but none while wearing a gas mask. I had made sure the S10’s drinking tube was inside my mouth when it was fitted, but I had no idea how I would be able to partake of the wonderful liquid that was about to cascade from an equally wonderful source.

The answer was, I wasn't. After Mistress had secured my hands to the toilet box with bright yellow rope a plastic tray was placed under my head, Maggie got ready to use her toilet and the heavens opened. What an unworldly experience it is being peed on while wearing a mask, you lose the tactile feel of pee on your face, but instead you see the cascading fluids splashing down and bouncing off your lenses. Almost all the fluid trickled down the mask and collected in the trough, I say almost because I did detect a little incursion round the open faced mask into my ears and I would emerge with slightly pee soaked hair. I did like that idea that Mistress was able to use me once again as her pee-play thing. To the aficionado the scent of Mistresses pee is heady and very sensual and again I realised how lucky I am.

When she had finished Maggie gently closed the lid and left me to stew in a piss puddle for a while. Yay! - lucky, but I would have liked to sample the wine of the day. Never mind, when I was eventually released I was told to collect all the pee from the sump and I carefully decanted it into a jug for later consumption. Another treat to look forward to.

With the toilet duties completed it was time to have the inanimate butt plug I was wearing replaced with something rather more energetic. Out came the red plug, in went a conductive prostate massager and a horseshoe shaped electrode was arranged round my member. I don't think I have experienced this electrode before, but once the electrics had been wired up it wasn't long before it was living up to its name of Red Viper!

I was told to sit comfortably on the barstool as far back as I could manage and Mistress began securing me in bondage. Inflatable mittens came first which were then fully inflated. My now useless appendages were secured together at the front with a belt, another belt around my waist had me fastened to the stool, while a rope through the crook of each elbow secured to the back of the stool made movement very limited. Well I did think at the start that there might be some tight bondage involved and I was right!

Another item not quite as obvious are the ballet boots that Mistress had me wear, these also were strapped to the chair so that I ‘wouldn't run away’. I mumbled through the S10 that Mistress was very quick at fixing the boots on me and Maggie reminded me of the first time I was sent away to put the boots on. They had been neatly laid out in the Clinic ready for me to slip on, however Mistress ended up scolding me for taking far too long putting them on. Because I was unfamiliar with the boots I had been undoing all the laces when all I needed to do was zip them on!!! That raised a laugh but I digress...

You will have noticed that one of Mistresses favourite games is to tease a slave, and I’m sure you can imagine the effect that this beautiful woman has on a slave when he’s sensually stroked by a slender leg and thigh, and not just once. Mistress continued this wonderful tease while the red viper continued to play havoc with my cock and balls.

Maggie explained later why she had used the barstool for bondage today: to allow fitting the harness for the 3 litre bubble bottle, and I happily bubbled away for almost two hours in that position. Maggie fed me with the occasional aromas that had been incorporated into the breathing set up, she increased the pulsation of the Viper and prostate massage and continued to tease and stroke her captive slave. I felt absolutely FANTASTIC! I knew Maggie was happy with her work and I certainly was happy with my lot. I calmly, well most of the time, looked out of my perspex window on the world and saw everything in my world was rosy.

After bubbling away for so long I was ready for a drink, not so desperate as to have to beg for one, but keen to sample the delights of what had been deposited all over the S10 and so carefully collected for later use. Mistress fetched her jug of juice, saying that she might need to find an adapter for the drinking hose. Throughout the session I had kept the gas masks’ drinking straw firmly gripped in my mouth, and not wanting to delay my drinking any longer I suggested that Mistress might use a glass and dip the end of the straw in it.

For once, one of my suggestions seemed to hit the spot as Maggie said, ‘Good idea slave’ and set off to retrieve an empty glass from her table. The pee was quickly decanted and the end of my straw stuck in it. Well, I drank that very graciously and Mistress kindly refilled it and... same result. ‘And that’s your lot slave’ she said as she filled the glass a third and final time, once again, it went down so smoothly and almost as rapidly as the others. A brief thought flittered through my mind about the use of the S10 on a battle field, I guess that the soldiers there never had such a refreshing drink as I had just consumed. 

It’s true to say that I had been really enjoying myself and was somewhat disappointed when Mistress finally said that I was to be released. The bubble bottle was decommissioned, the straps were released, the ropes undone and the boots removed. I thought Maggie may have been concerned about my steadiness after sitting bound for such a long time, because patiently she told me to take my time standing up and guided me towards the latex bed. There I found out what the second part of Mistress Maggie's calling mail referred to. There was no need for disappointment, there never is!

It had been so long since I had been able to snuggle under the latex sheet with my Mistress. We tried it initially with the latex duvet, but it was too unwieldy for what she had planned so a double sized latex sheet became the better choice for two rubberists to get hot under. I needed no second bidding to ‘move over slave’ as she draped the latex over both of us and climbed in wearing her own gas mask.

Despite the fact that I was spread eagled, or maybe because of the restraint, I felt at one with Mistress. We lay there snuggling in the darkness of the slippery rubber bed, our rubber masks and hoses producing the unrivalled sound of heavy breathing and just enjoying rubber time together. The memories of our earlier adventures came flooding back. Not only the special times we spent gas masked under the sheet, but other bedtime adventures like the times Mistress read me bed time stories, or the time she used that massively over-engineered wooden ball stretcher or ... the list could go on and on!

By now I had spent three hours or more inside the S10 mask and thoroughly enjoyed every second of that incarceration. During the session I realised that I knew my place in Mistresses life: being nothing more than a rubber plaything for my Mistress and loving every second of my status. Thank you again Mistress Maggie for helping me along my path of becoming one of your perfect rubber toys and promise that I shall never darken your doorway with that inappropriate, old and thin slave suit.

Where to Today Mistress?

After the myriad of questions rolling around before our last session, there was only one question of interest today. In what direction would Mistress Maggie want my training to go in todays training? I must admit to feeling on much more familiar territory. We were back to our Friday slot as was most often the case before the Covid crisis, and I felt so relaxed after our first session for 15 months that the question which really interested me was, where to today? On many previous occasions Maggie has given a hint, sometimes a big hint in her confirmatory mail as to what she had planned for the upcoming session; not today. The only sniff was that I needed to pack my red catsuit, my red accessories and arrive in my mask. 

Today, I arrived within seconds of the 2:30 arrival time and I felt so much better for the punctuality, but as Mistress opened the door I let out an expletive that I had forgotten to wear my mask. After a quick scramble, it was on with the Covid mask, and no further access alllowed until I’d had my quick temperature check and sanitized my hands and... what a fantastic sight. Mistress was in her black catsuit with red trim and she looked every inch the dominant and very beautiful person she is. That fantastic vision threw me and I had forgotten to take off my shoes (a house rule at the door). Quickly de-shoeing I followed Mistress up the stairs to the Playroom but regretted that I couldn't get close enough to marvel at those wonderful hips and latex clad bottom.

Without ado I was sent off to the bathroom to return in black socks and gloves! Black? No mention of that in the calling letter! - I really must restudy the Chambers rule book, in particular:

Rule 9 - Mistress may change her mind at any time

Rule 13 - Mistress expects her slaves to read minds at all times.

Fortunately I do carry a pair of black gloves in my perv bag and Mistress passed me a pair of black socks that she retrieved from one of the Playroom drawers, so all was not lost.

I returned suitably clad and spent a good few moments caressing and worshipping the black patent thigh boots that adorned Mistress’ legs. I was really tempted to worship above the rim of those boots and let my tongue wander over her tightly covered thighs but… my training kicked back in and of course I limited my worship to the boots. I was also instructed  ‘The boots don't like being wet’. So after I had kissed I was instructed to follow with a blow dry!

We talc'd the red catsuit and I must say it fitted easily, comfortably and a superb fit, certainly better than I remember, and there I was a red rubber plaything again. Mistress directed me towards a small stool and told me to sit down. Even with my arms tightly roped behind my back it was a very comfortable position. So much so that when Maggie secured her final rope knot around my waist and announced ‘You are not going anywhere without the stool’, I mischievously made to stand. I had no intention of completing the action but Mistress issued a stern rebuke telling me. ‘Don’t even think about it!’

I watched at a distance as Maggie cut a 6" strip from a roll of wide surgical tape before moving in close to press it against my mouth. I knew this was reference to my last visit, when I had been mistakenly breathing through my mouth (see last blog). From the drawer next to her Throne, Mistress retrieved the red rebreather hood. It has 6 small breathing holes that were to become my sole contact with the outside world for a while. I was sealed inside my latex and now my rebreather hood. Life was once more looking good. I sat for a while breathing regularly and smiling quite a lot beneath the tape gag as I felt Mistress gently sit on my knee. 2021 had just got so much better and there was more to come as Mistress gently pulled down each nipple zip and started to gently stroke each nipple in turn. I might have guessed that there was something a little more sinister going on. A wonderful tingly sensation soon told me that both nipples were being caressed by nettles. The sensation was exquisite as Mistress continued to pamper them with her seasonal touches, then gently closing the zips she left both nipples 'glowing' .

Two things about being sealed into the red re-breather hood. The first is that after breathing out the rebreather part deflates quite rapidly, meaning the next intake of air is almost pure clean Playroom air. The second is a bi-product of this rapid deflation. With all the hot, moist air being generated internally, occasionally the collapsing hood will completely seal itself shut. The first time this happened it  induced a little concern until I realised that a quick shake of the head resulted in the cowl freeing itself and the air flowing once again. I also shouldn't really mention this but that same moisture has a tendency to release the adhesion on the tape gag, and by the end of the rebreathing it was almost ineffective. However, I knew the purpose of the gag was to encourage breathing through my nose, and not wishing to disappoint Mistress I kept it up and didn't once attempt to breathe through the mouth.

After that Mistress was keen to introduce me to a rather large anal electrode, and she placed it on the table alongside my butt plug so I could take solace from a size comparison. Okay, their comparable mass was about the same, but no real consolation as while my own plug is flexible and tapered to allow a gradual insertion, the electrode was a no messing hard cock shape. I duly assumed the position across the horse; bending over and thinking of England and waited for Maggie to attempt to insert it. The first attempt was a little uncomfortable despite the masses of lube, so holding a bottle under my nose I was ordered to take a long sniff of the relaxing aromas to help with proceedings. The electrode was now attempting a second entry and I was just starting to feel the discomfort of an impossibly stretched rectum when ...whoosh!!! It was in and oh what a relief. It felt marvellous. I was so proud that I had managed to do what Mistress hoped as I stood there waggling the tails of the electrode that were dangling from my bottom.

I now understood why Mistress wanted the black socks and gloves as she started to totally cover my upper torso in black pallet wrap. The roll of wrap was really misbehaving; tearing or unwinding unevenly with every wrap. I felt overwhelming sympathy for Mistress as she struggled to cover me top to toe. It was warm despite the Playroom fan wafting its cooling influence over the two of us. I was relatively ok because I only had to stand there, first the body, then each outstretched arm, then chest and shoulders making my top half like the New Zealand rugby team - all black! I was eased back against the plank and the rest of my body engulfed in black. My predicament was being reflected back via the Playroom mirror and I must say it looked quite fetching.

Not quite finished, Mistress produced a gas mask, the one with the twin filters and internal drinking tube which I eagerly accepted into my mouth. The straps were pulled tight to ensure an open faced latex mask could neatly be pulled over my head. Her slave was now TOTALLY isolated from anything on the outside, in a perfect Covid bubble as far as protection was concerned, but as Mistress bound my forearms in a leather corset I realised that one small part of me was exposed to the atmosphere. Yes, my cock and balls were liberated from the plastic wrap and were soon to be subjected to my Mistresses electrifying ways.

I could feel cool rings being slipped onto my cock and a throbbing electric pulse quickly followed, then even more throbbing was activated deep in my anus as the electrode was finally brought to life.

Inside my black cocoon I was becoming increasingly hotter and moist. Maggie seemed intent on simply leaving her slave to stew, except for raising the output on the electric box whenever she walked by. She brought the aromas pump into the room and added a little extra indulgence to my playtime by swapping it with one of my mask filters.

As Mistress pumped in a couple of aroma puffs I thought what a fortunate plaything I was. With all the electric surging around cock and bum coupled with an occasional puff, my shrink wrapped body was getting increasingly warmer and with no idea when it would end. I just hoped that Maggie was deriving as much pleasure as I was.

Maggie couldn't help teasing her slave by placing the aroma pump bulb between those beautiful breasts then taunting me to self administer, moving just close enough for my pinioned hands to reach her chest she asked. ‘Which bulb would you like to squeeze slave?’ What a dilemma. I so wanted to stroke those glorious globes and so succumbed. The pump would have to wait, as I may not be given the opportunity to caress Mistresses bosom again. The feeling is fantastic, even wearing the latex gloves and planked, they are magnificent.

To add a little more intrigue, Mistress blindfolded me and reduced me to listening to constant white noise through earphones. Oh how I would have loved to see my Mistress resplendent in her tight latex but I would have to wait for such a privilege, because for now Mistress was entertaining her slave with her silence and building electric stimulation.

When I am reaching the edge of tolerance, the first thing to go is that my breathing gets a little raged. Mistress recognised this as a sign that I may have had as much as I could take given the heat of the day, and asked if I needed to come out. She did have a couple more items on the menu but these would wait for another day.  

Unfortunately for me one of them was to drink up the jug of fresh nectar that Maggie had prepared using the FM12’s drinking straw. The second was only a tentative threat to tighten my plastic cocoon with heat from her hairdryer, but Mistress has done it before and I’m pretty sure would do it again in the future!!

Once I was removed from the board my head was freed. I felt so much better drinking in the cool air being circulated by the fan, but the moment had gone and the session came to a gentle end with me having a good few minutes to relax before being extracted from my very warm and very wet shrink-wrap and latex coverings.

I look forward to similar encasement later in the year when the weather is cooler and Mistress can remain cool as she applies the wrap, but that decision will rest with Maggie to allow or ignore… As I said, I felt for Mistress Maggie labouring away in the heat of a hot July afternoon to entomb her slave, maybe she will have her revenge next time I’m cocooned, by deploying her hairdryer ? A tight situation and something for this slave to look forward to with a little trepidation.

Although half way through 2021. in the words (almost) of one of my favourite bands -

Got a feeling '21 is going to be a good year

Especially if you and me see it through together...

Thank you Mistress . You really do produce exceptional experiences for this slave.

Note to self: When Mistress asks for red or black catsuit always bring a contrasting pair of red/black socks and gloves!

A Few More Small Steps

Little did either of us know that this Friday 13th session would be the last time for the foreseeable future that I would be able to come so physically close to Mistress Maggie. The rapidly changing advice from the government about Covid 19 meant that Maggie had decided to terminate all sessions for the safety of her slaves, but more importantly from my perspective, for Maggie and her husbands’ safety. After all I need her to be fit and well when/if she decides that she can continue with my journey.

In this session Maggie helped guide me a few extra steps towards becoming a much better slave. In isolation each step forward may have been very small, but we did cover a lot of ground today.

This was my 184th session and having attended so often it would be impossible not to revisit some of my earlier experiences, though so far no two training sessions have ever been the same. One of the beauties of my training is that Mistress consistently orchestrates my vast number of experiences into infinitely variable combinations. Even setting out with the same plan, it is invariably different from any previous session. The constant is the admiration, trust and complete adoration I hold for my beautiful Mistress.

Once again I was down on my hands and knees being instructed by Mistress to kiss her boots. I am unable to count the number of pairs of new boots I have worshipped since my training began, nor the many different circumstances. In the past I have tentatively worshipped Maggie’s shoes in a shop, had my tongue dragged up and down a pair of thigh highs with my nose on a chain and even been told to attend to them whilst suffocating in plastic, by comparison today’s boot worship orders were relatively tame. ’Kiss them in a ’French style' slave’. I soon learned that this involved alternating kisses down the side of each boot, three kisses in succession making audible mwah! mwah! mwah! noises. Imagine the privilege of French kissing your beautiful Mistress, even if it was restricted to boot level.

From there we moved on to my latex dressing, and I was easily into my working suit and lying supine on the rubber bed having my balls tied up. Mistress was adamant that the rope should be tight and would be more pleasing if my balls were also separated, this certainly made sure my cock was sufficiently engorged, enough to use as a handy handle to propel her slave to the centre of the room where I was to be suspended for a little more fun.

The heavy leather harness ensured I would be safe and Maggie ensured I would be flying by attaching a wooden leg spreader and hoisting my legs up at the rear. That, with the addition of a fully sealed panoramic mask had me ready for lift off.

The next twenty minutes of my life were spent flying. One big tug on my handy cock handle and Maggie had me swinging back and forth. After that, momentum was maintained through regular slaps with her leather paddle as she circled round me, laughing. I wasn’t allowed to fly without luggage either, once I had been treated to a few puffs of liquid aroma a large wooden weight was padlocked on to my ball bondage, not exactly a travelling trunk, but definitely a good chunk off some hardwood tree.

With my balls used as a cargo hold and being swung by my handy cock again I could gaze through the wide screen at my marvellous Mistress, until it was time to find the key to the lock that was securing the wooden block to the rope round my cock and balls.

Now you might think this would be an easy task, because Mistress always knows where all her equipment is located. Hmmm! Not so this time. Once I was released from the harness I was put on a lead and taken for a tour of the upper Chambers to locate the missing key. That was when the heavy wooden block really came into its own. The first thing to realise about this new form of torture is that the block is really heavy, and I mean ball-stretchingly heavy. The second thing to know is that the block is square and has rather sharp corners.

I had no option but to try walking with my legs wide open to avoid banging my ankles with half a tree. 'Look under the bed slave’, so I gingerly knelt down, resting the block between my aching legs and... you guessed it. Of course the bloody key wasn't under the bed, why would it be?

With lots of banging and clattering of ankles I was led back round the Playroom. 'Under the horse slave?' Nope, no keys there. Then just as I was getting up Maggie announced that, 'It’s here slave. On the keyring!’ Hmmm. Why didn't I think it would be on a keyring. My balls were giving up the ghost and I could feel the bondage rope sliding off them one twist at a time until the heavy block sank to the ground. At last, free but stretched balls. We didn't need that bloody key after all. Was that planning or what? My Mistress really is an expert in the deadpan sadistic humour department.

Free of the block I was told to bend over the Horse to have an electronic prostrate massager inserted up my bum. Mistress tested out several program variations before she was convinced of the signal I should receive, it was then a case of making sure no wires were disturbed while she helped me to slip into the thick rubber bondage suit. Yes Mistress, it must have looked hilarious - no chance of me walking with wide legs now, with my ankles confined I had to bunny hop through to the clinic couch and there I was strapped down.

Maggie put her rubber apron on, a sign that inevitable treatments would be carried out but with no clue what they may be. Mistress never neglects my love of latex, and went on to make sure I was totally covered in it by raising my head and pulling on the inflatable gas mask hood. Taking care to pump without over inflating it my latex nurse soon had me feeling its wonderful embracing pressure, an extension hose was added to allow safe administration of her prescribed aromas from its position out of the way on the IV stand.

Meanwhile, down below I wasn't allowed to touch my aching cock as the mitts were securely attached to the waist strap. Any playing with cock and balls at this stage was only for Maggie. As it happened, Mistress was initially more interested in some long overdue nipple training, and to get my treatment started produced two steel towers with attached clamps; designed for extending nipples. This was the first time I had worn these and I do wish they had worked first time. I could accommodate the pain the first time but because my nipples are sorrily small the least bit of stretching and the clamps let go. After the second and third abortive attempts, my nipples felt like they had been dragged through a thorn bush backwards and thank goodness for the soothing aromas.

Maggie wasn’t impressed with the poor performance and with a bunch of expletives went to find her reliable clover clamps. They went on nicely aside from the fact my nipples by now were sore. No matter, at least they were clamped and sore! Maggie sounded a lot happier once my nipples were finally receiving her painful therapy and she could turn her attentions to matters lower down. She purred that I was about to have a larger sound inserted down my cock and that I would enjoy the largeness.

Mistress wasn't wrong, my eager cock sucked it all in without an inch of hesitation, then, to follow an even larger sound was selected and it’s oiled up tip began teasing my hole. When left to its own devices it also slid in very easily and very smoothly, and despite Mistress playing little games with my nipple chain I really started to enjoy the situation and actually started humping the sound. In between gently pulling on my nipples Mistress glided the large long sound in and out creating orgasmic sensations, while the electric box delivered the selected massaging pulses to my prostate.

Then it was all over. I had experienced each of these individual exercises before in some form or other, but as I said at the start, this session was unique in how it developed, unique in the sensations it delivered, but constant in the way that Mistress Maggie had guided me down a few small extra steps for which I will be eternally grateful.

I can't say Friday 13th is at all unlucky. If I had a session booked for Friday 20th it would have been cancelled, so in that sense Friday 13th was a truly lucky day for this slave.

Thank you Mistress and the only thing I hope for is that you both stay safe, make the most of your enforced downtime and that you may consider my request to be one of the first trainees to attend the Chambers when you feel safe enough to resume.

WARNING: This 2 minute clip has audio.

Cane Again

I am probably not the brightest of slaves and I am certainly not the best of slaves but what I can offer to Mistress Maggie is absolute loyalty, commitment and obedience. Today I was left marveling at how far Mistress has brought me in my role as her slave, when I accepted it as perfectly normal that I was to receive 6 cane strokes. Mistress had merely posted a note on the bathroom wall next to a bottle of my talc depicting a cane and 6*. I wasn't sure why, but it is rare for me to be caned unless I need to learn a lesson. That is my life and I totally accepted that I would receive 6 of the best.

Knocking at the Playroom door I immediately found myself inserted into a rather fetching black latex hood and my attention directed towards Maggie's boots. Mistress had given her figure the Midas touch, the latex catsuit and matching boots that so seductively adorned her beautiful body were made of a magnificent gold, and with instruction, my tongue was put to work to give her boots additional shine.

It didn't take long for me to be told why I was to receive the 6 strokes. That bottle of talcum powder belonged to me and I had left it there after my last session . . .  and on quite a few other occasions as well, I'm afraid to say. Despite Mistress persistently reminding me to take my talcum home I have to admit to forgetting it. ‘How many times have I told you that I have no need for your cheap talc? Lets see if my smoked dragon can instil that fact into your thick skull slave’. Fortunately, it was my fat arse rather than my cranium that received its attention. Face down on the latex bed and a few swishes to set the tone then thwack 'One. Thank you Mistress' Thwack, 'Two. Thank you Mistress' . . . until all six were safely counted across my backside. I deserved it and we moved on.

I must have lost a bit more weight because I climbed easily into my working latex catsuit. Again I was pleased as Mistress congratulated me getting dressed in record time. High praise indeed and one any dedicated slave lives for. My bum was then given different attention after the caress of the cane in the form of a remote vibrating butt plug. Bending over, down went my bum zip, on went the condom and in went the plug, much to Mistresses amusement as I started twitching as soon as the vibes started.

However, I wouldn’t be wriggling for too long, I might be twitching a lot but wriggling was definitely out  as I was about to be the subject of Maggie’s tape mummification, wound up tightly and suspended on her plank! Standing to attention, roughly in the centre of the Playroom I received a quick but thorough application of clingfilm that had me feeling nicely cocooned inside the wrapping.

A useful tip here is to stand with your feet at 10 to 2. This will give you the maximum stability as Maggie winds the wrap round and round. Don't think though that you remain with this much freedom as your legs will be taped together later. It is important for Mistress to get a good film base, otherwise when tape is applied there is the distinct likelihood that you will end up with tape marks on the latex. Maggie is of course an expert in mummification and the heavy industrial tape was applied in winds of overlapping layers, then hand smoothed all over. Its a nice feeling having a beautiful woman's hands running over your taped torso.

Maggie's aim was to mummify me standing up because it is far easier to apply both film and tape with a vertical slave, with me transplanted into a corner she could then set up the plank, complete the mummification and whisk me off my feet; well hoist the plank on the overhead and then... Well, the first part went well and I was even able to waddle to lean against the Cell door as Maggie constructed the Plank, that is the advantage of 10 to 2 feet you can actually waddle duck like. Mistress cut the film at knee level to allow me to bend them and I managed to ease myself onto the Plank roughly where Maggie instructed.

Things then got trickier and two things happened. Firstly if you have ever tried sitting down whilst filmed and taped, you’ll know that it’s not at all easy to bend your middle to maintain a sitting position. Mistress only allows deliberate hurt when she is in control and so I felt really sorry for her as she attempted to aid this lump of a slave on to the plank without inadvertently hurting myself. Once I had been guided into a lying position there was a sigh of relief from Maggie before she instructed me to reposition myself so as to even up the weight distribution.

Secondly, cling film, tape and a varnished plank do an excellent job of sticking together. It took some effort, but using a strange snake-like motion I managed to wiggle down the planks’ length one small inch at a time. That really got my sweat glands working and I was happy just to lie there and rest while Mistress gathered some bits and pieces.

So far so good, but the wrapping was not quite  complete. Maggie finished with a layer of film and I became one with the plank. Rather than wrap my head in film and tape I was to wear the tusk mask; a nice touch that allows aspects of both breath control and nectar drinking, though today the mask was chosen for easy administration of aromas.

But for Maggie's quick reactions things could have ended up a little topsy turvy as she attached the chains and started the lift. Raising the plank one end at a time I was suspended in all my duct tape and plastic around two feet from terra firm, thereafter  with every extra pull on the ropes I gently started to capsize, a bit like a ship that had just been torpedoed. ‘Hmmm, Mistress I feel like I am tippling over…’

I honestly found it quite funny, of course I was safely plasticked to the plank and wouldn’t fall off it whatever way up is was. You would certainly find it hard writing a script for our capsizing scene! Fortunately Maggie took charge and lowered both ends before I totally turned turtle. We assumed that it was a problem with weight centering and I have certainly more than enough weight to centre!

As I really couldn't move an inch to re-balance the plank the suspension was abandoned and I ended up cut free and safely on the floor, still rigidly cocooned but stable. Unperturbed, Mistress rolled me over where she wanted me and carried on with her plans. The tough tape was again smoothed of any wrinkles that I had created in my unbalanced state followed by the sound of snipping scissors. Maggie set about cutting out my cock and balls, not literally thank goodness, that will probably form some future amusement for Mistress, but the tape surrounding that area. That was a relief to get some cool air on at least a small area of my otherwise very warm taped body, and I was left there cocooned on the floor for quite some time.

Eventually Mistress reappeared and the clattering steel tray she was carrying awakened me from my slumber. I could see her gold figure towering over me as she began pumping a potion of intoxicating aromas into my mask. Naturally, when she moved lower down my body I couldn't see, but I could feel Mistress applying a cage then the tightening of the clamps round my balls. Time for more aromas I think as the threaded bars began clutching my balls really tight. With her normal sense of humour, Mistress said I was benefiting from a few steel ornaments. I knew better. My balls were being crushed by the metal restraints.

I will probably wish I hadn't said this, but the feeling of physical contact and a little discomfort was a relief after being wrapped up like a parcel. I still couldn't see what was happening down below, but Mistress kindly took time to show me the very long ribbed sound through the tusk mask lenses. It slid in easily through the central hole in the cock cage and disappeared all the way down the centre of my cock.

I really could not work out the very strange, very pleasant sensations that followed and were accompanied by a metallic rattling sound. I thought it maybe Maggie running a vibrator over the cage, cock and embedded sound. It was of course Maggie gently withdrawing and reinserting the ribbed sound and the rattle was the noise as it contacted the central hole in the cock cage.

What a finish. Mistress retrieved her Hitachi wand and started firstly playing with my cock, then once more coming into view above me  she pleasured herself through her tight latex. By now she had removed the tusk mask and straddled my head as she continued to allow the wand to work its magic. I lay there in total wonderment to see Mistress play with the wand before opening her zip and allowing a stream of refreshment enter my mouth. All the while the vibrating butt plug had been doing its duty, out of sight but not out of mind.

Thank you Mistress Maggie. I don't think I would have escaped that mummification unaided.

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