Friday the 13th – Again

Why is Friday 13th considered unlucky?

Many believe the superstition started in the Middle Ages and is rooted in the crucifixion, as Jesus Christ was betrayed on a Friday and there were 13 individuals present at the Last Supper. As a result, Friday and the number 13 were perceived as unlucky, but they weren’t paired until the 19th century. However, for this rubber slave the exact opposite are my feelings about Friday 13th. 

Ever since I was fortunate enough to start visiting Mistress Maggie I have gravitated to sessions on a Friday. When I was working I could skive off for the afternoon, get a shower on the way to the Chambers and have a glorious afternoon knowing that my Mistress would then be able to relax without further commitments over the weekend. Statistically, there is always the chance my training will fall on a Friday 13th and hence why I love the date.

There was one minor incident in today's session that could be attributable to the 'unlucky 13th' myth, that severely embarrassed me and annoyed Mistress for the couple of moments it took to clean up my mess, but because of Maggie's professionalism, once cleared the incident was put behind us.

Mistress looked absolutely stunning in a skintight ensemble that was almost all black latex, even sporting an open face latex hood that enhanced the beauty of the wearer. I did notice that she was wearing transparent latex gloves and had her hair up in a bun. I took it as her own hair, but that did prove to be an incorrect assumption, at the bottom she sported a pair of glossy black knee boots. All I knew at this stage was that it was to be another lucky 13th.

I was sent off to the bathroom to return in gloves and socks, black latex ones of course, and to bring my owner a glass of water. After the opening boot worship Mistress stood directly in front of my eyes, opened her crotch zip and let out a cascade of her golden nectar into a bowl. When she handed the bowl to me to hold I assumed I was to be treated to an early tipple and went to drink, only to be stopped and told to place it carefully on one side. I then had to help laying out the PVC sheet and once it was where Maggie wanted it I was instructed to kneel on it, making sure my arse was well in the air and over the centre of the sheet. I couldn’t see, but heard the cutting of strips of gaffer tape, each one placed in such a way to keep my anus open and stretched. 

 

The last time I had this type of arse play, almost four years ago, I ended up with yellow tape and a soapy water enema. On this occasion Mistress decided on black tape and the contents of the bowl that I had recently seen deposited were syphoned into me through an inflatable butt plug. There is something a little unreal and out of this world to be partially filled with Mistress's fluids; perhaps even spiritual to have your Mistress's fluids actually inside your bum. Anyway, after a couple more pumps with the inflating balloon and a conical bung inserted to keep my luxury load inside, I was told to clear any spillage. It’s a shame to waste good wine so was happy to lap it all up, then was sent to the bathroom to clean the used bowl. As I walked I could feel Mistress's pee moving deep inside me.

At this point it was time for total rubberisation. Maggie helped me into my Invincible rubber work suit, and picking up a bundle of hemp proceeded to create an elaborate rope harness round my stomach and through my crutch, to be tightened to the rear at waist height. Maggie then stood back and began deliberating on what she’d just done, realising that she might have got a bit carried away with her rope work she began modifying it so as to create a simpler but quite restrictive lower body harness, more in keeping with what she’d envisaged.

The spare rope was used as a temporary lead to guide me through to The Clinic where I saw that the couch was covered in a rubber sheet. That particular covering turned out to be a godsend in the moments to come. In the meantime, I sat carefully on the couch and helped in whichever way I could with the donning of the inflatable straitjacket. I have worn this before and despite being inescapable it is very comfortable and snug when pumped up. For the moment it wasn’t inflated and I was to remain content with that. Later on the jacket was duly pumped up accompanied by the loud noise of the small electric pump whirring away, as the inflation valve is right next to my left ear. 

I was a little intrigued by the small diameter rope that Mistress dextrously zigzagged round my groin area and pulled quite tight. I would find out what that was used for in a moment.

With the addition of the GP5 gas mask and Aromas Pump Hose, I was ready to have my balls inflated and two needles were administered into my scrotum. Mistress had obviously analysed the performance of smaller needles used in previous infusions and chose to use larger bore ones so the saline drips would work faster. That certainly worked, my ball sac began to enlarge as the two bags on the IV stand continued to steadily deliver the whole of their saline load. With things flowing nicely Maggie inflated the straitjacket, which filled time nicely while the infusion was underway.

And now for that Friday 13th moment, or in Maggie's terminology, ‘a Houston event’. I moved and could tell that something had come loose. I was about to lose all that lovely nectar and unfortunately some less than lovely bowel contents. I had no option but to alert Mistress, and I knew she was bound to be disappointed with the situation. The saline drips were disconnected, the cleanup began and thank goodness for the rubber sheet which now had the enema plug's escaped plastic bung lurking in the middle of it! Still in the inflated straitjacket and tentatively shuffling with a towel between my legs I was escorted to the bathroom and cleaned up as was the rubber sheet. After a serious spray of air freshener everything was back on course. Mistress handled this unexpected situation brilliantly, but I was left SO embarrassed. 

Mistress put on a fresh pair of gloves, I was ordered back on to the freshly cleaned couch and my saline infusion was reconnected. One of the needles was running slowly after all this disturbance and needed to be replaced, that only took a minute or two and once more, both of the 500ml bags were depositing their contents into my swelling ball sac.

Ah! so that was what the smaller diameter rope was for; to provide some containment around my groin area. On previous inflations Mistress has used various methods to restrict the swelling to just the ball sac, but this time had chosen to just let the fluid find its own equilibrium, and in any case, it would be funny to see my little cock get subsumed by my balls, which is exactly what happened to Mistress’s great amusement. Oh yes, a real hoot when you try to pee! 

Speaking of pee, Mistress had recharged her nectar reservoir and produced another bowl of warm tasty pee. My mouth would be the second opening to receive this honour today, but firstly I asked if the inflatable butt plug that was becoming uncomfortable could be removed. Once more I was to be escorted to the bathroom, at least the inflation was complete by now and we had chance to deflate the straitjacket to make the trip easier. Thankfully this time there were no contents left to drain and the plug came out easily and cleanly and the air freshener was not required!

Back on the couch Mistress re-inflated the jacket to its full capacity before I was allowed the taste of her fresh nectar. Off came the GP5 to be replaced with a feeding tube. I have used the tube a few times before and Maggie has modified it to make it really easy to manage the flow. The two empty saline bags were replaced on the IV stand with the funnel and my imminent treat was gently poured down that funnel, eventually entering my very welcoming throat.

And that was that, apart from that one Houston moment this Friday the 13th was another monumental success. As Mistress helped me disrobe and removed the rope from around my groin I was able to marvel at the transformation and weight of my cock and balls for the first time. To give you some comparison of the extra weight I was now carrying, 1 Litre of saline weighs approximately 1.1kg and a standard bag of sugar weighs 1kg. I am glad I didn’t have to explain to a doctor why my weight had increased by 1kg in an afternoon! 

These days I always carry a pair of incontinence pants in my perv bag, and although there was some leakage it was very slight on account of me only having the three pin holes. It took nearly 24 hours before I could safely bin the pants.

Mistress Maggie, a sincere thank you for giving me a really heavy ball experience and I remain a little embarrassed of the smells I gave in return and it was one of the best Christmas presents I could ever want. Have a peaceful Christmas, a Happy New Year and I will see you in January 2025.

Caution: This 1:56s enema clip has audio.

Oh... and Wear your Big Pants!

Now those who follow my blog will know that whenever Mistress Maggie instructs me to wear ‘big pants’ in her calling mail, I always leave the Chambers with some massively inflated balls. You may also remember that previously I have relied on a rather nice pair of latex pants to make sure that any leakage on the way home would be contained, and even so I have still experienced a couple of leaks. That was until recently, when Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants and insisted I wear them to go home in, which certainly solved the problem. So, this time I popped into a local store close to The Chambers and bought my own; a 10 pack of large size pants. Oh boy am I pleased I did get them. More of that later. The more regular instruction was to pack my black latex suit, accessories and of course my own red butt plug.

I arrived outside the Chambers with probably the most comprehensive guide as to what was about to happen and a huge smile on my face at the thought that Mistress would once more be let loose on my body with absolutely no restrictions from this very devoted slave. The ultimate aim is when I leave, Maggie is happier than when I arrived.

Mistress greeted me in her black and white nurses outfit; most appropriate as I knew I was to be subjected to the upcoming medical procedure. I never fail to be mesmerised by Maggie's beauty and plain sexiness, and once again had that overwhelming urge to kiss and fondle her bottom as I followed her shiny latex pants and tightly corseted waist up towards the Playroom. I am too well trained to allow myself to be drawn into that lovely rubbery environment, but live in hope that one day Mistress may stop on the stairs and allow me that luxury.

In the Playroom, now clad in my newly chlorinated gloves and socks, I set about licking, kissing and worshipping those beautiful legs encased in her knee boots, while fighting the urge to cross the boundary between boots and the forbidden latex area above them. Whatever actions I take are always with the consent of my Mistress otherwise what has all this training been for? Light encouragement from Maggie's black and white crop, used gently enough not to hurt but sufficiently hard, played a part in reminding me that I was there for Mistresses pleasure and not my own.

I was ordered face down with bottom raised, at which point Maggie sat on my back and started to lube my anus. Even this simple action of sitting astride my bare back in her warming latex trousers sent shivers down my spine. I can feel the warmth radiating from the heavenly interior and all thoughts of my wonky knees just vanishes. It may appear a relatively insignificant act but to a slave craving any contact from his owner, this is a little part of heaven.

Once the electro plug was inserted, Mistress helped me into my Invincible working suit and zipped me in, making sure the butt plug cables were safely routed through one of the 5 zips in the suit. That tight suit feels fantastic especially when Maggie helps me into it and then starts to dust off any talc with one of her soft cloths. Again more contact, even through rubber, is exactly what draws me closer and closer to my Mistress and I believe Maggie fully understands this sensual contact as every now and then I get he most gentle yet highly charged stroke to somewhere on my latex clad body.

Maggie explained the next part of the procedure. I was to be restrained in a black heavy rubber body bag and secured further with a series of white straps. Of course, I have promised to agree to whatever she wishes to do, especially when it means an extra layer of latex! I was soon encapsulated in the body bag, but if the white straps were fully tightened there would be no way I could manoeuvre into the Clinic.

As is often the case Maggie had already thought of that, saying that she would lightly tighten them to make sure they would all fit round the right places but would tighten them later in a manner that would also immobilise my arms. I was thus able to hop from the Playroom to the Clinic, where I was able to position myself on the latex covered couch and Mistress proceeded to tighten the straps while incorporating my arms. Now I really couldn't move even if I wanted to, which I didn't. There was no need for the fitted couch straps. I just wasn't moving.

I was then fitted with a side port gas mask. That really was a struggle to get over my head and Maggie ended up having to slacken off all the straps. Even so my poor Mistress continued to struggle with it before finally being satisfied that it was in place and air tight. To finish off my complete rubberization, Maggie fitted an open faced hood over the gas mask and once more I was in my favourite apparel; completely covered in rubber.

At that stage there was not a single square inch that was exposed to the Clinic air. I think it is also one of Mistresses favourite scenarios with her slave totally covered in heavy rubber. Just to add a little more spice to the situation, Maggie went round each strap and further tightened each one. Sometimes I wonder if my owner is telling me I am too fat!

I was now ready for the main event. Maggie wanted to undertake some creative needle work and proceeded to create a sterile area round my cock and balls before inserting a cannula needle. A chastity device swiftly followed, secured with the click of a lock and I was ready for some creative ball play. I do love it when Maggie lets her creative juices flow on my cock and balls. I am happy to take the little pricks provided my Mistress is enjoying herself, and once it was attached to the cannula needle she was happy that the saline drip was flowing nicely.

Mistress allowed me quite a few whiffs of aromas to ease any discomfort as she inserted 8 hooks in my inflating balls and attached a bandage to each hook, the other ends being stretched and attached to the Goalpost attachment at the foot of the couch. Needless to say, I didn't dare move to look at the results of her artistry, as one move on my part may have disrupted Maggie's otherwise impeccable hooking. To finish off the artistic creation, a series of green needles were inserted to create a framework for my now massively inflated balls.

When I saw the images that Maggie had taken I was mesmerised and delighted that once again Maggie had transformed my mostly miserable looking set of genitals into a masterpiece.

2 * 2 Ltr rebreather bags

Once satisfied with her artistic creation and my obvious joy at the outcome, Maggie wanted to test my lungs with a pair of 2ltr re-breather bags attached to the gas mask. Even though I say so myself, I was moderately pleased with the length of time I managed in this configuration. I managed to keep them replenished with air, breathing slowly in, slowly out, while thinking and hoping that Maggie was happy with my efforts.

With the cage removed Mistresses soft side was presented to her slave when she gently massaged my freed cock and a happy ending was had by all.

Ok, back to my foresight having purchased the male sanitary pants. I definitely needed their protection because of the number of punctures to my ball sack, both from the needles and hooks. There was a lot of saline oozing from the various holes and some spots of bleeding too. By the time I got home the pants had done their job and internalised the leakage, but I did need to change for a fresh pair as there was still a little saline trying to make its way out. So, be warned. If you are instructed to come in your 'big pants' then invest in some sanitary pants. They are worth their weight in wee. I now always have a pair in my perv bag.

Would I go through it again? OF COURSE. And more, because at the end of the day I think Maggie enjoyed her artistic interlude and that is all that matters. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

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.