Hook, Line and Sinker

I can only describe my own tingling sensations that emerge each time I come in contact with Mistress Maggie. Today's session is a case in point where words fail me; well almost anyway, but hopefully I will be able to highlight the details of another fantastic session where I played the role of her guinea pig.

Maggie ushered me in to the Chambers to reveal herself in thigh high black leather boots, open weave tights and creasing her perfect bottom cheeks, a superb black, form fitting latex leotard.

No amount of pictures and no amount of prose can fully describe the amount of sheer animal magnetism and sexuality that exudes every pore of Maggie’s stunning, well toned body.

Was it my imagination or were those black orbs dancing in an incredibly hypnotic way as I watched her stepping up the stairs? The answer was a definite yes as Maggie came to an abrupt halt two steps from the landing and proffered her wonderful bum right in my face. I perhaps should have resisted as per my training, but I just couldn't help leaning forward and laying the gentlest of kisses on her right, rubber covered cheek. What a relief as it elicited a smile and a little giggle as I was encouraged to repeat, and I let out a sigh of contentment.

A red hood was picked for me to wear to get the session started, and once I returned from the bathroom with my basic uniform of gloves, socks and leather slave collar I set about worshipping Mistress’ superb thigh booted legs. This initial act of worship certainly sets the tone for the session and prepares my mindset for total obedience and acceptance of anything Mistress wants to do to her slave.

I was to be a guinea pig in more ways than one as I discovered when Mistress shuffled me into a brand new position for my butt plug insertion. As I knelt on the bed Mistress clasped my head between her gorgeous thighs, then leaning right over to my exposed butt she began pouring in the lube. A fluffy plug may have been the best choice for her guinea pig slave, but failing that and with very little fuss it was my regular red ribbed plug that wriggled its way up my arse and the Eagle had Landed!

A few months ago Mistress had ordered a new larger butt plug for me to try out but my bum was too small to accept it.  Today again, when we gave it another go I was still too small and so it was cleaned and put back behind the curtain until a later date. It will happen but not quite yet.

What did happen was an unexpected period of blackness. I have one or two latex catsuits of various thicknesses and colour but I know Mistress prefers me in my heavyweight black one which became my uniform for the day. From a slave's perspective it is a wonderful feeling being helped into the suit by an incredibly sexy owner and once inside my rubber skin Maggie instructed me to stand still and grasp the overhead ring. Nothing new in that, Mistress often gives my latex a dusting to remove talc smears, but today a blindfold was pulled over my eyes before Maggie began her gentle ministrations with the dusting cloth.

This produced the most sensual and erotic feelings. With my sight extinguished my mind was attentive to Maggie’s every touch, her soft hands and soft cloth gently working their magic over all my body. I was left trembling and more convinced than ever that I am owned by that perfect person as I felt a lead being attached to my slave collar. With a gentle tug on my leash and a whispered command 'follow me slave’, I was guided through the doorway, along the short corridor and into The White Room. I was perfectly relaxed being led blind to wherever Mistress wanted us to go as I trust my Mistress explicitly.
In the White Room Maggie removed my blindfold and red latex hood and without any incident fitted the thick red latex gas mask, ideally suited for aroma delivery. The one way valves work well by directing the inhale through the poppers tube and the exhale vents direct to the atmosphere. On this occasion, delivery was to be via the Gas Station and Maggie took a couple of moments to tighten tubes and test that the calming elixir was free flowing when she pumped the bulb.

In my role as guinea pig I knew I would be trying a new procedure, and once I was strapped onto the couch I was advised the full extent of where Mistress wished us to go. Her intention was to pierce my scrotum, attaching hooks and lines which would be stretched and tethered to the H-frame that was fitted to the end of the couch. First things first though and donning a pair of surgical gloves she thoroughly disinfected my cock and balls to ensure a sterile operating environment for my piercings.

Maggie told me how she had difficulty finding suitable hooks with lines and that the ‘Heath Robinson’ ones she would be using had been fashioned up by herself. There was a slight delay as Mistress had to deal with the unruly threads which had become tangled during sterilisation. But at last a few squirts of aroma had my head swimming followed by the warning of a needle. ‘A slight prick slave!’.

I felt the piercing as the first of her special hooks was successfully pushed through my scrotum and attached on the H-frame. I hadn’t squealed, but of course Mistress did require some feedback from her guinea pig after the first hook. ‘Well done slave, how are you feeling? Did it hurt? I have more hooks waiting.’ The experience was marginally more painful than a cannula or ordinary needle but nothing a good intake of aroma and a deep breath can't handle.

I was pleased with my ability to cope with the piercings especially as Mistress seemed to be enjoying the process, which is all a good slave could wish for. Once she was happy with the arrangement of the cable runs from the seven piercing hooks, Mistress declared that her new hooking procedure may be viable.

It must have been because I had behaved myself that Mistress decided on a couple more 'treats' to reward my stoicism. She deftly applied five stainless steel clip on rings to my cock. Used together they acted like a single large compression ring constricting my shaft. Mistress said that these lovely little clamps could stay there for a while to bully my cock while she did some tidying. I probably shouldn't say so but I certainly found the clamps anything but bullying, more of another pleasure delivered by my superb Mistress!

When Mistress returned, a long ribbed sound was slipped into my constricted cock, but the sound which has brought such pleasure in the past wouldn't stay in, possibly due to the compression rings or lack of support. Maggie was determined to give her guinea pig more of a treat and decided that I may look cuter with an electric sound. Out came the e-stim and I was given the task of selecting the settings that I wanted to be spoiled with on the control box. I know little about e-stim controls, ‘Program 6 level 23’ I said believing it might be a nice safe choice. In fact is was as the electrode moved deep inside my cock, however Mistress discovered that giving it a little wriggle provided a stronger connection that made her guinea pig jump, obviously that was far more enjoyable for her and so the deliberate wriggling became necessary to enhance her slaves ‘pleasure’.

Life is great for this slave and yes it was fun to have my nuts hooked and stretched, perhaps because I am a masochistic pervert.

I do love acting as a test bench/guinea pig for my Mistress partly because -
I promised that I will do my best:

To love my Mistress,

To serve my Mistress,

To help others to join my Mistress in slavery.

To keep the Mistresses Law

and

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

and partly because Mistress Maggie genuinely cares for her slaves and I feel safe being experimented on.

A Rubbery Day

‘Looking forward to a rubbery day.’ - That is all the information Mistress Maggie provided for today's session. On the one hand it seemed pretty straight forward, as Mistress knows my liking for latex, but on the other hand the possibilities were endless so I gave up trying to work out any form of rubber scenario. Oh well, I will do what I always do and trust my Mistress and go with the flow, it’s always worked well for me and I have never been disappointed in all my previous 165 sessions.

The rubbery theme got off to an absolutely spectacular start. Maggie greeted me at the Chambers door in her stunning black catsuit that fits her so perfectly, adorned with a new silver chained belt. I am always gobsmacked by the stunning beauty of my Mistress, and this spectacular yet simple ensemble ranks as one of the most stunning.

In the Playroom the rubber theme continued, starting with the lovely rubber smell. The latex covered bed had been prominently positioned in the centre of the room, while nearby, a thick rubber sleepsack was hanging idly on its hanger waiting to greet its next incumbent, me I hoped.

One stud at a time!

Mistress asked if I had my black shorts in my rubber kit bag and seemed disappointed when I said they weren’t there. I had noticed an open seam in them, so had left them at home waiting for a repair. Luckily the disappointment was short lived, because after a good rummage around in the bag I uncovered another pair, virtually identical but in charcoal rather than black. That 'foresight' was a sign of my excellent training, as worshipping Mistress requires that you are ready for anything. On this occasion I was!

Without further ado I was sent to the bathroom, quickly returning wearing my slave collar, latex socks, gloves and newly found shorts, and diving into a prostrate position at her feet I set about worshipping Maggie's shiny studded boots. As was her desire, Mistress had rationalised the worship regime and I was to concentrate my worshipping skills on the brass studs down each boot. Moving my tongue in square shapes I busily licked, kissed and cleaned each one until every stud had received equal attention.

Today Mistress left my normal butt plug on the counter, choosing an inflatable one from her own collection instead. She carefully covering it with a condom and shoved it where the sun don’t shine. There was no way of guessing where my owner was taking me, but the next move was to lie on the bed where Mistress shackled my hands to the bed-head. This could have been a wonderful development but it turned out to be quite painful. Mistress is still intent on continuing my nipple training in order to make them more playful, and after a few questions about what I had done to improve them since my last session she bent over to see how they were progressing. Her focus turned on the ‘misbehaving’ left one, which she gripped between her finger and thumb and began twisting, stretching and generally making life a little uncomfortable for it.

A beautifully cruel image of my Mistress lifting my left nipple

It was only when I started begging for mercy that she moved onto my right nipple, to demonstrate the softer delights a ‘behaving’ nipple can receive. Stretch, pinch and nasty twist etc on the left, then gentle caresses and teasing to the right one; oh the pain and pleasure Mistress can concurrently administer. Strangely, after all her pulling, which almost had me lifted by my left nipple, planting a serrated toothed clamp on my bud was almost a relief, and for a fleeting moment I actually started to enjoy that different sensation. But what a relief when Maggie announced that she had finished my nipple training for now, though not without getting that final unexpected twist in before moving on to her next interesting slave game.

It has been a while since Maggie’s stainless steel Humbler has been deployed on me, but I was sure I just received another glimpse of it as a shiny silver thing moved across my line of sight. My fears were confirmed when I heard the distinctive rattling noises of Mistress dismantling it, followed by the touch of cold steel as all of its various parts were reassembled like a Meccano kit around my cock and balls. One thing I can say for the super Humbler is that it was more relaxing having my nuts fixed in its vice like grip than having a left nipple so brutally abused.

Once the Humbler was secured, then comes the delicate bit of assuming the best position for wearing it. Oh yes! - on your knees, device at the back and do not try to stand up, that's why its called a humbler! To achieve a more uplifting and tighter fit against my thighs Mistress added a rope reign  to keep the stainless steel arms snugly in place. Thoughtful as ever towards her slaves suffering knees, Maggie casually tossed over the knee pads and suggested I might need to put them on, so it was quite an interesting predicament putting those on myself.

Just as well I did. I was instructed to kneel on all fours and with a lead attached I was taken for a very quick walk first round the Playroom, along the corridor to the bathroom, then another quick walk back to the Playroom. There the ball stretcher was adjusted until my balls were stretched far enough to make contact with the waiting spikes. The pump tube dangled through the zip of my shorts and every now and then, Maggie would give it a squeeze or two to help fill that space left vacant by my own missing plug.

I probably shouldn't say this but it is a nice experience being walked, and with the fast dashing exercises over and my balls fully stretched the walk returned to a normal pace. Maggie would stop occasionally, reign me in and have me kneel to attention with my masked face close to her thighs, so close I could feel her warmth through the two layers of latex. Definitely much better than being lifted off the bed by my left nipple!

I may be an old dog but I'm a puppy at heart when with my Mistress. Maybe I am also odd, but I genuinely enjoy being Maggie’s pet dog, even when I am walked with my balls stretched to spiking point I like being her pet. However, we are not here for slaves’ gratification and we were soon moving towards the more 'rubbery' elements of Maggie's plans. Firstly and very carefully, I had to manoeuvre into the ideal position to facilitate the removal of the humbler, then it was a simple matter of Maggie unlocking it, de-spiking my balls and using the allen key to remove the rest of the ironmongery.

I was feeling quite warm by now and after a drying down Maggie had to use quite a bit of talc to help squeeze me into my catsuit, making sure the tube from the butt plug was safely through the crotch zip. The slumbering sleep sack was finally woken ready to consume yet another very willing victim. Its jaws gaped large as Maggie guided her slave inside, legs right down to the feet, arms right into the attached mitts, zip opened at crotch for the butt plug tube, and finally the long slow pulling of the zipper enclosed her slave in a second rubber layer.

When the system mask came out it seemed that Mistress was going to keep her promise of giving me a second go at the rather heavy bondage and breathplay scene that we had to abandon a while ago, because I had a bad bout of catarrh. ‘Are you sure you are well enough to handle this mask today slave?’. A question that I could quickly and very enthusiastically confirm.

Care and attention from a very careful owner.

The bondage continued, though this time I was not given the heavy body harness, instead I had a stout  leather corset wrapped round me and Maggie was pulling really hard on all the straps to make it as tight as possible before my arms were strapped to it. My legs were bound with an ankle strap making me behave like a skittle, I could have just toppled onto the bed I suppose, but Maggie chose to help me hobble there and once safely seated the two parts of the system mask could be assembled on me.

Mistress was making absolutely certain that there would not be a repeat of last time, allowing me plenty of time to get used to breathing through its hoses. Everything was going well, except for my vision which was misting up at a rate of knots. It’s a frequent problem, gas masks are always misting up and obscuring the view of my beautiful Mistress, but this time Mistress said, ‘I’ve got something for that! Stay there, I’ll be back’. Two minutes and a couple of squirts on the inside of the lenses later, and hey presto, my vision was brilliantly restored. It whiffs a bit but the smell soon goes.

Once on the bed Mistress was getting handy with the straps again, binding up my legs with more of her leather. No choice but to lie back and like it, no way I was going anywhere. Actually I really love that feeling of total dependence and control by my Mistress, more so when I can feel the size of my butt plug increasing, just like it was now! That was my life for the next 45 minutes or so as Mistress introduced additional challenges to my already wonderful situation.

A very happy and relaxed slave.

I was left for a few moments to acclimatise to my new view of the world and to wearing the system mask before Maggie introduced aromas, gently squeezing on her hand pump and sending the intoxicating vapours into my breathing circuit. More acclimatisation to the aromas and I was quietly floating away when I sensed Maggie was readying the bubble bottle. Right next to my ear I could hear the delicate tinkle of Mistresses juice falling on plastic, the aromas were working as I could almost feel the fresh warmth of her nectar as it poured into the bubble bottle and I was made to inhale it. Only a couple of adjustments and it was travelling through the pipes and I was happily bubbling away, and yes, I could taste my Mistress as my air bubbled through her pee . . .

It is such a wonderful experience when Mistress comes fleetingly into view through the lenses, but probably the most sensual part of this confinement was the gentlest of caresses on my rubber encased body. Mistress didn't need to do this, after all I wasn't going anywhere, yet the very act of a gentle touch or a smile really sets my mind at rest, knowing I am in the safe hands of a caring Mistress and that I would do anything for this wonderful lady. . . and I could swear my butt plug just got a bit bigger!

I was pleased Maggie took the time to for me to get comfortable in the system mask and I think Maggie was too. It was the longest period I have enjoyed in this situation but all beautiful things come to a natural conclusion. The butt plug must have been enormous by the time we finished, yet it remained comfortable deep inside. I have just experienced another wonderful session with my Mistress and loved every minute of it. Even the nipping, once you survive, which I always do, leaves me with a wonderfully sensitive nipple and a reminder of my wonderfully sensitive Mistress Maggie.

Carpet Burn

Before any of you think I have been indulging in the Urban Dictionary’s definition of ‘carpet burn’, perhaps I should enlighten you as to what really happened. I was invited into The Chambers by Mistress Maggie, and after admiring the red and white latex nurse uniform that she was sexily wearing we made our way to The Playroom, where I was sent to the bathroom to prepare for the session by returning in just my latex socks and gloves.

As usual, when I re-entered and took my place at the feet of my Mistress, there was a period of devotion and worship where I paid homage to the footwear of the day. In this case a rather nice pair of white leather knee boots. During our chatter Maggie mentioned that she had needed to undo a seam and redo the boots to make them a slimmer fit. (What a talented lady my Mistress is.)

An incredibly sensual flogging

Anyway, back to the carpet burn which can only have been caused by friction as I spun around on Maggie’s oriental rug with great gusto, searching for any uncleaned corners and predominantly kissing the boots as instructed in my haste to please. At the time it didn't register that I would need to comment about carpet burn, but I have spent quite a few days nursing it now and mentally reliving the events of day. Incidentally, the Urban Dictionary’s explanation of a carpet burn is strictly forbidden in Maggie’s Chambers!

Maggie fitted me into a very comfortable gas mask, attached the aroma delivery hose then sealed the whole lot in place with an open latex face hood, a few pumps later and I was floating away while Maggie gloved up and inserted four fingers up my bum. After that, insertion of my plug was very easy and would be kept in place once I was sealed in my thick latex catsuit.

That thick latex suit effectively deadened the blows from Mistresses new flogger as she handcuffed one of my hands to her throne, and not for the first time, she began swinging her whip, giving me another of her thorough sensual floggings.

The regular doses of aromas I was receiving had me buzzing, I felt a natural need to dance and stick out my backside to encourage Mistress to flog me harder. There is something surreal about Mistress very sexily moving to the music and having her whip tails sliding over my latex body, landing on my back and whipping my ass. I know Maggie was giving a light flogging but even the sound of the thwacks against the taught rubber across my buttocks, balls and cock was mind blowingly exciting. Although Maggie had deliberately left my right hand free so I could pump aromas if I wanted, I preferred not to do so, as I was overdosing already with the high I was feeling from the flogging.

A tug on the chain certainly gets a slaves attention

As we continued our dancing Mistress took charge of my air intake, heightening the tension each time she placed my breathing tube against her stunning breasts and depriving me of air for short periods. Maggie was laughing and it is reputed that I danced far better after those temporary breathtaking moments.

As much as I did not want our dance to end, it did, and Mistress went on to change my gas mask for a more regular latex number. It was important to Mistress that her chosen mask had suitable nose holes and I soon found out the reason why when a nose chain was screwed onto me. Note: make sure it is high inside the nose otherwise you will be in severe discomfort.

Once her slave was firmly secured by the nose I was led through to the Clinic for further pleasures. With an order for me to kneel, Maggie made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her legs in the stirrups. I was then instructed to remove her boots and replace them with a glossy thigh high pair with striking platform heels. I have attended to Mistress’ footwear before and remembered to line her foot up with the boot and gently push on the heel to ease it in place.

Pulling on the chain and guiding my nose towards her long white boots Mistress told me to begin worship. ‘Boots only slave’. I needed all of my slave training and the pull on the nose chain to help me concentrate on my task rather than Maggie’s exposed private parts. That really was a trial for a red blooded slave, but I have been well trained and only needed one sharp word accompanied by a torturous tug on the nose chain to bring me back in line.

Next came a little plastic play. Well perhaps more than just a little; it was my turn to be supine on the couch. Breathing through plastic with all my limbs confined in plastic splints I was strapped down for the remainder. Finally the contents of the calling email I’d received from Mistress made absolute sense -

‘Your rubber nurse will be getting you hooked on worship and floating on air, in the best possible rubber way’.

The plastic hood is incredibly comfortable to wear. I could breathe easily and thankfully I could still gaze at my incredibly attractive nurse as she prepared for the next phase of my training.

During a recent session Mistress had been disappointed that she'd been unable to continue stretching my asshole, mainly because my ass was just not up to it that day, but  promised ,’it can wait until another day’. Maggie had indicated earlier in this session that she intended to get a whole hand inside me by the end of the session. To help relax and sedate her patient my nurse prescribed more aromas. Amazingly the anaesthetic mask fitted perfectly over the plastic hood, tightening the plastic over my mouth and allowing virtually unhindered breathing whenever my medicine was being given.

Maggie whispered that the time was right to get a whole hand inserted inside me, then with her mischievous laugh announced that I would be playing party to her latest experiment. She explained how she would be fitting a latex glove up my bum before filling it up with an appropriate amount of her piss, describing how it might feel as the fingers begin to inflate, tenderly tickling my innards in the process. Oh, I do love to have Mistress experiment with me in this way and expected slight changes to her arrangement before she was completely satisfied.

An anal plug was inserted inside the glove to aid insertion before being sealed, then a syphon system was used to inject the fluids which could be heard filling a jug right next to my plastic covered ear!. The jug, filled with a large potion of her warm pee, was immediately delivered to my rear end where Mistress proceeded to syphon her invention up my backside.

There were a few moments of damning and blasting when a leak was identified, but the problem was soon fixed and the glove was filling up nicely. It was a wonderful sensation having my bum inflated with warm nectar, slopping about inside me with each squeeze of her rubber hand pump, and eventually around 750ml was successfully inserted into the glove.

I feel really privileged that Mistress was able to use her own fluids to fill up my arsehole, but every really good experience comes to an end and quite a hilarious one on this occasion. After a couple more pumps the pressure of the inflated glove became too much and the glove and plug combination eased its way out of my ass one finger at at time, giving Maggie one helluva surprise!

The imagination and inventiveness of my Mistress appears to have no bounds, and as the glove slipped out I think Mistress Maggie was satisfied that her experiment had worked very well. Her slave had finally accepted a hand up the backside, giving me hope that it won’t be too long before I can actually accept Maggie's hand deep inside me.

My dear old nipples were also on the clinic agenda and as part of my nipple training it was necessary for my rubber nurse to apply suction to them. I have been trying to train my nipples myself between sessions, to make them more accessible for my Mistress. I think I may have made some good progress because Maggie did comment that they were both more prominent, but caught me totally unaware as she leant forward and bit my left one because it was still misbehaving. I was so surprised that I jumped, not due to the sensation of having Mistress nibble a nipple, call me a masochist but that was actually very pleasant, but by the sheer suddenness of the punishment it received.

I think I had pleased my Mistress today because as a finale I was allowed some time with her sounds. It was a glass one that slipped down my cock first followed by an eagerly accepted fancy urethral dilator.

I'd spent quite a lot of time fully hooded in one way or another and loved every minute of the experiences, in fact Mistress could hood me for the whole session in these ways and I would love it.

Of course, the only time my eyes were unglazed I had a real intimate view of Mistress Maggie's most private parts, but any slave knows 'look but don't touch’. In reality, because of the tension on the nose chain I got very little opportunity to look and actually concentrated on cleaning her boots while trying to sneak a peak at my beautiful Mistress.

And what about that carpet burn? - Well everything is fine now, though it took a good week to heal up. I find it most strange that I never noticed it at the time, but I think once or twice Maggie has referred to it as her magic carpet!

A History Lesson

Sometimes I wonder why Mistress Maggie puts up with such a simple soul. I was excited about a new pair of latex trousers I had recently bought for myself, and when I rang to confirm the appointment I was pleasantly surprised. Mistress told me to wear the trousers to arrive at the Chambers saying that she was looking forward to the fashion show where I would have chance to display my new garments to her. It didn’t sound too tricky, I know I am not an ideal fashion model but surely I could manage that. Hastily I packed my normal clothes and donned the trousers and a latex shirt ready for the enjoyable drive to see my owner.

The look and feel of the trousers certainly put a smile on my face as I sauntered between my car and the Chambers, but nowhere near as big a smile that erupted as Mistress opened the door, greeting me with a simply breathtaking sight. In her highest heels Mistress was standing tall, her beautifully shiny tights seeming to make her legs endless, but my broadest smile was elicited by the black latex teddy and waist nipper she was wearing accentuated by her radiant smile. She appeared pleased to see her humble and faithful servant and I was welcomed in.

Off with my coat Mistress moved her hands over my latex shirt and we had a mini fashion parade right there in her hallway, that broadened her smile even more. Then we wasted no time ascending to The Playroom where there was much more space. Mistress took a seat ready for the show and I was instructed to parade my new trousers and explain the many features and benefits of my new garments.

All I could muster was an inane comment about ‘how nice they feel’; nothing about their fit or style, nothing about the considerable number of pockets that were perfectly formed; nothing about the easy cleaning or functional zip incorporated in the garment, but just. 'They are nice to wear'. I am not surprised that Mistress was unamused by the show and probably verging on yawning. Sometimes I wonder about my suitability as a slave to my owner and frequently feel sorry for Mistress and relieved that my service hasn't been terminated.

Worship of Maggie's shoes went smoothly, partly due to their glossy patent surface. My tongue glided easily over them and it doesn't take long to cover the surface of both shoes. Meanwhile I listened in as Mistress verbally dished out hints and clues as to what was on today's agenda. Her instruction to ‘Pay good attention to my heels now slave’, interrupted her dialogue and had me quickly alter my position to tackle the task. Insertion into my rubber catsuit was swiftly achieved and I was soon having my hands bound with rope.

With my hands secured up to the ceiling ring there was no way out and anything could happen, maybe Mistress was intent on continuing my nipple training? But no, it was the unmistakeable noise of rustling plastic that gave her plan away and I quickly prepared for some challenging breathing. ‘This is a more reliable way of entertaining me slave’, she said as the plastic bag was pulled over my head, and indeed her beaming smile did reappear as my vision became misted. A second bag was put over the top and after some twisting at the neckline a securing clip was applied. Mistress moved around me although I could vaguely see her and all I could do was lessen my breaths until I could last no more, breathing so deeply that the plastic filled my mouth and I pleaded for air. Maggie waits until I am genuinely pleading before giving me what I most need, it is an intense experience and I am massively relieved when the air returns.

Perhaps today was the day Mistress gets rid of her slave? All it would take would be to leave the bags in place for a little longer. Maggie to smile that wonderful smile as my air runs slowly out and . . . fortunately not today.

After a few more very pleasant and breathless double bagging moments Maggie relented and retrieved the low padded bench, indicating for me to kneel lengthwise ready for some bum fun. ‘Slave, you need to be stretched for the new and interesting thrills I have waiting for you’, and before I knew it four large anal beads accompanied by lots of lube were disappearing eagerly into their cave – plup – plup – plup – plup –

While I wagged my tail and got used to the size of stuffing in my rear, Maggie put one of her larger strap-ons on and offered it to me for inspection, then disappearing behind me she began toying with my beads, pulling them out and pushing them home again until eventually they all plopped out and were put to one side.

Unfortunately, inserting the larger strap-on dildo didn't go quite so well. I had taken this strap-on before and although it initially slid home Mistress could tell by the noises I was making that it was uncomfortable and slid it right out again. Usually widening my legs allows easy access, but the narrow bench restricted my movement. The real problem was predominately down to my knees and how my considerable weight was resting on their wonkiest parts.

After a little chat Maggie decided that the treatments she had intended for my ass were best enjoyed on another day. Once again I had disappointed my Mistress and forced her to abandon that part of my training plan. Oh I do wish for better knees and to be able to satisfy my Mistress every time she wishes to gain rear entry, but despite a good dose of aromas, I let her down again.

An inarticulate response to the earlier question, plus a poor response to what should have been a very pleasant mount had me feeling an altogether rather pathetic slave, and I would have understood if that double plastic bagging had gone on and on . . .

Normally Maggie's lesson plans are innovative and unique. They may include reinforcing elements from earlier sessions but generally they are all refreshingly new. However, Mistress was keen to make part of the training a history lesson today. Not 1066 and all that but modern history, something her slave could directly relate to from a formative period of my life. To that end Maggie reminisced on a much earlier session that we had done together way back in November 2011, how I had been restrained to her chair with no chance of escape, my balls tethered to a broom handle below it. How I had been reduced to breathing through tubes and plunged into darkness beneath the sensual rubber sheet with my genitalia subjected to unstoppable electric sensations. Her idea was to set about replicating that little part of our history and I could vividly remember the scene she was speaking of.

I've been here before!

It could not be an exact replica as I had not even purchased my rubber catsuit at that time, but near enough. Mistress has redecorated the room during those intervening seven years, a gas mask and hose was used instead of nostril tubes giving me greater visibility, the poppers delivery is new, but all in all this was about the feeling of history. What is the same is my continued devotion to my perfect Mistress, in fact, that has changed and deepened in those seven years. My only aim now is to bring pleasure to Maggie and enjoy all my training.

Even the electrics have changed a little over time. Maggie is happier to ramp up the levels now that I am trained to to her personal liking, but the mechanism remains as I remember it. Mistress Maggie's throne hasn't changed. The hole in the centre is ideally placed for attaching tied up balls to the long broom handle as they were once again today. The bondage mitts drawing me forward against the tight leather restraints that kept me secured, probably more so than I was those seven years ago.

What didn't happen seven years ago was the method Mistress used to mock and manipulate my cock. Today she joked about it being mouselike by hiding in the hole. Actually that hole in the throne is quite large, but I must admit that all the downward pressure on my tightly roped balls does have the tendency to make my cock disappear. No amount of coaxing could tease the mouse out.

Maggie was doing a lot of rummaging inside the hole trying to find my mouselike cock, and when she did she caught it, immediately tagging it with a pair of handy electrodes and setting the stimulation levels sufficiently to have her slave jerking around.

Deja Vu!

A final inspection of her slave was completed before the lights went out. Checking out my breathing hose Mistress chose to extend it so it would not snag on my suit and cause sudden air loss. Mistress doesn't countenance accidental suffocation and her attention to safety hasn't changed in all the years I have known her, and once the second hose was attached she had absolute control over her slaves’ breathing.

And then it went black.

When I saw this image I recognised the familiar territory. It is amazing how the rubber sheet totally eliminated all light, as black as the depths of a coal mine, though a much more sensual place to be. As my time under the sheet went by my environment became warmer and filled up with the arousing rubber scent with only the sound of my breaths to keep my company. I knew my Mistress was in close proximity, I could neither see nor hear her but I could sense her presence.

Which is just as well because eventually I could feel my left hand starting with pins and needles then starting to go numb. Mistress always insists that her subjects report any discomfort, assesses the problem and where appropriate, as in this case, leaps in to sort it out. Oh I do wish that I had mentioned that wrist binding was a fraction tight when applied, but at the time I was just wanting to please.

I could have stayed in the dark forever had it not been for that useless wrist and once again I started wondering how Mistress tolerates such a decrepit specimen. And that is where the history lesson ended and that is how the perception of history can be changed through a small yet important change in the details.

I truly had no idea what Maggie’s intentions had been for her golden fluids, but following the abandonment of earlier plans when my wonky knees had curtailed my anal escapades, Mistress was left with an uncomfortably full bladder. Disappearing momentarily into the Clinic she returned with a steel bowl which conveniently fitted into the aperture on the seat of the bondage chair. There, right in front of me her crotch zip was opened, then looking me straight in my eyes her majesty sat down and released her long lasting stream of nectar into the bowl. The gentle tinkle as it caressed the stainless steel was magical and so was the flavour. The bowl and its fresh, warm contents were placed at Maggie's feet and with the merest of nod I knew exactly what was expected. I knelt forward to lap it up.

Maggie had been using me as a foot rest while I had been finishing up my drink and not a drop was wasted. Oh my, the taste of fresh Mistress is divine! Actually at last I think that may have pleased Mistress Maggie, because I was ordered to roll over like a good dog and out came the Hitachi wand complete with a nobbly cock sleeve. Mistress played with her dog with great gusto, imposing her will for one final time in this most rewarding of history lessons by forcing an orgasm from her slave.

A happy yet messy conclusion for this little mouse? dog? slave!

Just One Kiss

Wonky knees need knee pads for what was planned.

A single kiss on her long red thigh boots was all that Mistress Maggie allowed me as worship, well at the start of the session anyhow.

I had my initial sight of Mistress in a form fitting catsuit and braided open face mask when I spied her through the semi-opaque window of her Chambers’ door, which when opened revealed my fully latex clad Goddess with a voluminous floor length skirt. Careful steps were needed as Mistress hitched up her skirt and instructed me to follow her up to The Playroom.

As we entered the room, I spied two interesting items. The first and most obvious was a tall stool positioned beneath the ceiling rose, and the second was that wonderful glass toilet box, resting with its mouth open against the far wall.

Mistress reminded me that today was International Women's Day and that I would be given the honour of really appreciating an international woman clad head to toe in sensual latex rubber, but not before I was plugged and fully rubbered in my thick black skin.

Kneeling in the position I have now become accustomed to Maggie seated herself on my back sensuously lubing up my trusty plug, then with nice, easy teasing movements and the twinkle of an eye in it went, I was plugged. With the same amount of ease I slipped into my rubber catsuit, zipped up and was ready for Mistress to add final touches to my slave uniform.

Mistress pulled a snug fitting latex hood over my head, buckled my slave collar over the top and dusted me down with a soft cloth. Guiding me in front of the Playroom mirror I could see that I had become a very sleek and highly polished rubber slave for my duties today, but there was one more part of the preliminaries to fulfil before progressing to the IWD worship. Thoughtful as ever and knowing that I would be spending a lot of time on my wonky knees, Mistress provided me with knee protectors. After all if my knees gave out I wouldn't be able to worship properly!

Maggie disappeared for a while returning later looking stunning in her gas mask and braids, producing the weirdest and strangely erotic situation for me. I could only look on in awe as she climbed up onto the waiting high stool and arranged her skirts around it, before reaching out for my attentions and began stroking my hood. Oh I do like it when she does that, the gentlest of caresses from my wonderful Mistress, and so the worship began as my lips placed a kiss on the gloved finger that had beckoned me in.

As a safety precaution I was asked to demonstrate my rope skills by securing a length of rope onto the overhead, so that Mistress could steady herself while I proceeded with my worship. Although I really love gazing at Mistresses beauty, on this IWD the thought of total devotion to a faceless beauty was so sensually stimulating and arousing. First, with Mistress facing me she gradually opened her thighs, this time no stopping at the top of the boots, I was to worship any and all of the latex areas that were within reach of my eager tongue. At times I was so close to Mistresses forbidden zone I could feel the heat through her thick red latex suit, and every time I gazed at my beautiful Mistress I saw that anonymous face inside the gas mask, but I could still gaze at those beautiful eyes.

During my worship of this truly remarkable landscape I must admit that part of my mind was intent on making sure Maggie was safe on her stool and tried to keep at least one hand on the lower rung. Not possible however when I was instructed to clean all the way round the hemline of the wonderful latex skirt Maggie wore. When spread out there must have been 4 yards of hemline to take care of, or perhaps even more. It took quite a while to busy my tongue to cover every inch, but I developed an efficient technique of stretching a length of material to concentrate on before moving along to the next few inches. It was so efficient that Maggie didn't believe me when I emerged on her left hand side and I declared 'All done!’.

Mistress could have instructed me to re-do the hem and I would have gladly completed the task again, but Mistress decided it was time to have her derrière worshipped and slowly turned round to present those wonderful orbs. There was no holding back as I licked and kissed as lovingly as I could. Maggie encouraged me to verbalise why I was in her presence on this International Women's Day, and accepted my thanks for being given some purpose by attending to her costume. As I licked and kissed between her bum cheeks my teeth landed on the through crotch sliders on the zip. Oh, how I was tempted to try to open the zip with my teeth, just a little, but with my owner being in a mood for respectful worship I thought that may be one zip too far.

I licked all over her arms and gloves and onto Mistresses breasts where there were even more tantalising zips to be found . . . once again I made sure my training was not wasted and lovingly caressed those latex covered curves with my tongue. As it is not a slaves’ place to take such initiatives the zips stayed closed.

After I had finished fawning over Mistresses rear it was my rears turn to receive attention. Mistress carefully placed a huge black condom covered dildo on the centre of the stool. Despite Maggie identifying the dildo as something I had enjoyed previously, when it was staring me right in my face it looked absolutely huge and I seriously doubted if I could accommodate such a size.

Despite the apprehension, I was excited at the prospect of being mounted by this massive monster. Just as well really, because handing me the tube of lube Maggie instructed me to grease it up and acquaint myself with the girth that was coming my way!

Mistress of course knows what my hole will accommodate and no sooner was my arse vacated of its plug she had me over the stool. I felt the tip inserted then with only gentle pressure the whole length slipped home. Mistress reinforced the fact that it was IWD by providing her slave with a long vigorous fucking. I honestly didn't know if I was coming or going to the toilet! I am sure the dildo went so far in as to gently massage my bladder.

As it happened mine was not the only bladder needing to pass water. I was quickly hooded with the latex toilet pan and shuffled underneath Maggie’s glass toilet to consume the contents of her own very full bladder.

Nipple training wasn't to be overlooked either. Last session Mistress announced that this treatment was to become a regular feature of my ongoing training, due to the introverted nature of my disappointing buds, and true to her word two clamps were tightly attached. The left one, once more proving the most difficult to tame and required three painful attempts before it was successfully attached. Anyway, two birds were killed with one stone; give my nipples something to do and Mistress something to look at while my mouth deals with the upcoming monsoon!

It’s very comfortable inside the toilet box with your head cradled in the pan, and once the lid was closed I could have drifted off to sleep. I could hear Mistress preparing herself by undoing those zips that I had thought about undoing with my teeth, and at last the lid was lifted I got the stunning view of my Mistress now devoid of her gas mask. I just lay there being incredibly grateful that I could be her toilet and looking forward to what I was about to receive.

As Maggie gently lowered herself onto the seat I was trying to work out where the flow would land so none would be wasted. Difficult because Maggie had opened the zip just enough to pee through. I waited, mouth wide open and moved to gulp the first stream. I got most of it but some trickled round my head and began accumulating in the secure fitting neck ruff. I am sure Maggie knew I was getting both a wonderful drink, a refreshing shower and a stunning view of the source of the flood, because with each fresh squirt she moved slightly altering the pee plain.

It was indeed a veritable monsoon. By the time the clouds had cleared I had drunk gallons and I seemed to be floating in a sea of spilt pee, so much so my ears were waterlogged by Maggie's fluids. Only Maggie’s muffled commands percolated down through the pee, commands that were made even more muffled as the pan lid was pushed down. A few moments later it was opened briefly again, to show Mistress wiping her delicate bits with . . . a sheet of latex toilet roll. This moistened rubber was casually discarded into her toilet and once more darkness descended as the lid was finally closed.

I emerged from the toilet flushed with the joys of receiving Mistress Maggie’s liquids, and once again knowing why my owner is a truly magnificent International Woman, but I am not convinced about the efficiency of using latex as a toilet roll!.

Winter Sucks!

Winter sucks. Not because of the cold, Mistress Maggie as always had been very thoughtful towards her slaves comfort and had The Playroom heated to a very pleasant temperature. Nor because of the wet and snow, Mistress provided me with the most wonderful climate inside several layers of latex that are available in her Chambers. Nor because of the dark evenings, I’ve been made to spend many a happy hour bound up in thick latex accompanied by an effective blindfold. No, winter sucks because of the bugs and infections that increasingly affect me as I get older, particularly as happened today, those nasty little blighter's that result in catarrh. This objectionable condition can cause havoc with a good training session, more so when lying flat and still. In fact that very bug is what has delayed completion of this blog by more than a week!

The strange thing is that when not lying down I feel fine, the mucus drains away and I can cope with anything, even the severe attack of nipple torture I was given that made Mistress laugh, along with a little annoyance when my inverted left nipple refused to accept her screw-on nipple electrode. No, the worst thing was that catarrh caused me to perform badly, leaving my Mistress a little deflated.

I felt 98% in excellent health as I sauntered towards the Playrooms. That increased to 99% when I got the feint glimmer of a very beautiful latex clad goddess through the small window in the front door and, wow! - when Maggie opened the door and ushered me in I felt over the moon, and definitely 100% up for another excellent session where I knew I would please my Mistress. What a beautiful, black latex outfit. A beautiful flowing skirt that swirled like a Flamenco dancer as she moved, a wonderful black basque that showed off her beautiful body to perfection and a prominent wide waisted corset belt. No tights, so her stunning white alabaster legs were in stark contrast to the latex that swirled around them and the leather boots that perfectly complemented her outfit.

My service to Mistress began with a lengthy spell of kissing, licking and fondly caressing her boots, but woe betide if you stray from the leather of the boot top onto that luxury alabaster white thigh. It was oh so tempting and so close that I could feel the warmth of Maggie's thighs on my forehead, but I am by now too well trained to risk the wrath of my owner. The occasional flick of Maggie’s butterfly crop was enough to keep her slaves' attention and perhaps pre-empt the thoughts of straying!

As it was time for my butt plug and slave hood Mistress had me kneeling. Knees very wide apart, head down on the Playroom rug she straddled my back, then facing towards my backside began her ritual oiling of the orifice and plug, gently and firmly easing the plug inside me where it would remain for the rest of the session.

Since my last session I had given my catsuit some special cleaning attention and had managed to make it nice and shiny, it had been laid out on the bed and by now was nice and warm, but when Maggie picked it up to help dress her slave she spotted that the polish I’d applied had made the latex very sticky and offered her advice. ‘Wash this polish off when you get home slave and stick with the Mr Sheen’.

Electro nipple clamps

Unfazed, Mistress produced an alternative catsuit which unlike mine had entry zips on the shoulders. I must admit it had been a while since I’d had the privilege of wearing this suit and it still fitted me well, perhaps a little more shaking and stretching to get it aligning with my contours, but once inside it feels simply wonderful.

So far so good. I was feeling good in my rubberised state and ready to be a toy for Maggie’s amusement.

Seated on the edge of the rubber bed I was directly under the ceiling rose and suspension ring. Maggie was going to be making use of the ring, and once she had my hands inflated in a pair of pump-up mitts she made sure they were even more useless by hooking them to it. My hands would be playing no part in the next part of her well executed plan, a shame really as I didn't even get chance to sneak a gentle stroke across Mistress’ latex derrière. Being secured up out of the way they made my chest an easy target for her torments and Maggie’s electric nipple clamps were brought out to play.

The photo really camouflages the problems my left nipple was causing. The right nipple clamp fixed and stayed put for all my electrifying experience, whereas, the left one had other intentions; any clamp deployed on it would only be allowed with a 90 second permit! Enough though for Mistress to apply a little tingle which caused an involuntary jerk (good definition of this slave) which caused the nipple to shed its clamp. Try as she might the pathetic nipple was determined not to play and was deemed unworthy of her stimulating attention. More time electrocuting the right one then!

What a glorious sight to a latex freak -  A beautiful latex Mistress

Tiring of tortured nipples Mistress inserted me into yet more rubber in the form of the heavy rubber bondage suit; an all over thick rubber covering with arms that end in reinforced latex mittens. To make matters worse, or better for a rubber bondage freak like me, Maggie attached the stoutest of her harnesses and buckled my upper and lower arms to my sides before allowing me the pleasure of the system mask. I must be getting more accustomed to this beautiful mask as there were no hitches zipping it on, and more importantly I had no adverse effects from snuggling down in it on the latex bed.

By now I was completely buried in latex, even my eyes rested behind the perspex lenses of the mask meaning I could see my beautiful Mistress as she gradually attached the two breathing hoses at either side of my rubbered face. At this stage I was floating in a sea of desire enhanced by some lustful thoughts! Only thoughts, because in my trussed condition all I could do was gyrate my groin against the layers of latex. Not enough to generate relief, and with the beautiful vision of my Mistress only inches away I had to stay delightfully frustrated. To add a little more control Mistress strapped my legs together, just to let me know she was in charge!

The first and then the second of my crotch zips were opened, letting a little cool air pass over my aching cock and balls before a cock sheath was tightly stretched over my member and the zips pulled up again, leaving me even more heavily covered in that heavenly material.

Two corrugated hoses were attached to my breath source, to the right came something to obscure my already lustful thoughts; one of the new generation of aroma pumps. And to the left Mistress’ chosen alternative to fresh air; a large bubble bottle of her personal liquid waste. Mistress announced she had been collecting her piss for a whole day and that I should savour her flavour whilst breathing deeply. And that was to be my whole life for now. Totally rubber enclosed, not going anywhere, and a beautiful woman in TOTAL control of my breathing and senses.

Mistress squeezed her hand pump, sending a few doses of the intoxicating aromas my way before moving around to my other side to attach me to the sweet scent of her delicious pee.

The bubble bottle wasn't airtight straight away and not bubbling as it should be, so Mistress did a quick reconnection and soon had the air leak solved and all bubbling away nicely. But sadly during those extra few minutes the nagging cold and catarrh surfaced, taking their toll on my resolve for the first time in what otherwise was a perfect rubber session that I would have loved to endure for many hours.

Then it went dark; Mistress making me realise exactly how dependant on her I had become. She controlled my breathing, my movement and now my sight. For me dependence on my Mistress is a truly liberating experience.

I knew there was something wrong, as despite the comfort of the system mask it was now starting to feel heavy on my windpipe and I was starting to struggle with breathing. Normally I love struggling with breathing but now I couldn't see a way back, because even without the mask my windpipe would be causing an issue.

Mistress had already noticed the signs and quietly asked if I was struggling and would I like the system mask removed? I am really fortunate that Mistress really does understand her slaves and after another couple of difficult breaths I asked if it could be replaced. I never want our sessions to end and consequently thought a different mask would be the best answer and would keep Maggie cheerful. The tusk mask was fitted and I returned to breathing more easily for a while and partaking in more sniffs of that rather pleasant aroma. Mistress even treated me to some ball tingling electrostim as I lay there quite relaxed, but that winter bug wouldn't give in and once again I felt my throat starting to fill up.

Though I know that I should have mentioned my problems I stuck it out for as long as I could, because I really did not want to upset Mistresses plans. I know she derives a lot of pleasure from our heavy rubber sessions, especially when all her meticulously planned ideas come together.

I was pleased when Mistress offered me a drink. She detached the bubble bottle containing her piss and inserted the drinking straw from the tusk mask. I had been religiously holding the tube in my mouth since I was installed in the mask and this could be my saviour. A nice long drink of Mistresses nectar was bound to revive her flagging slave, except the straw had kinked somehow and no matter how hard I sucked the magic potion just would not arrive!

Without her special medicine I thought all was lost. Shamefully, for the first time ever I over exaggerated my condition to my Mistress. ‘I’m dying’, I muttered.

I wasn't of course but Mistress takes no chances with the health of her slaves. Starting with headgear first I was methodically and swiftly extracted from the confines of the rubber sheet, harness, bondage sack and catsuit that I was wearing. As I lay there on the Playroom bed quietly cooling down I felt so ashamed that I had thought to exaggerate my discomfort beyond all reason, making my Mistress and friend unnecessarily anxious.

I knew I had seriously let my Mistress down and as a result I had failed in my primary mission to make Mistress Maggie happy. I tried to make amends with helping tidy away afterwards, but how can that be enough? For putting up with me she deserves a whole lot more than that. Damn those winter bugs and yes, winter really does SUCK!

A Glimpse of Heaven

The sun was shining through the hints of Autumn, the temperature cool but not too cold. Another perfect day to serve Mistress Maggie and I almost skipped the final few metres towards her chambers through the fallen Autumn leaves.

Today I would be addressing Maggie as my Queen, as per her calling mail - 'Your throned rubber Queen intends to pump and work you hard to earn yourself some delicious pleasures'.

What a stunning sight greeted me as my Queen opened the door and allowed me to step into her Queendom. Queen Maggie looked beautiful in her full latex with a long flowing skirt, and adorning her neck was her chain of Queenship that occasionally tinkled and chimed as she moved. Being told to, I quickly left my jacket in the cloakroom and followed my Queen. Maggie always looks truly magnificent and on this occasion her garments flowed like liquid gold.

Soon she was occupying her throne where her skirt draped open in a most provocative manner, giving her subject a tantalising view of her stocking tops and tiny latex thong when I knelt before my Queen. Not much chance I’d be receiving a knighthood today, if that were the case surely Maggie would have given a clue in her calling mail, so instead I followed the normal etiquette of waiting for Mistress to signal me with her foot and bow down to worship her gold studded boots, just as I have done before.

The gold pyramid decorations along the outsides of the boots received my undivided attention, but worshipping the higher parts of the boots nearest to the forbidden stocking top territory had me somewhat distracted. Of course I continued my licking and kissing while sneaking a peek at my Queens’s latex underwear. I cannot recall anything in the Rule Book about not mentally worshipping those forbidden parts, but I do know exactly where I am allowed to physically go and always stay within the boundaries laid down by my Mistress. (I wonder if it is treason though to have such thoughts about ones ruler?)

I was not allowed to rise just yet but was told to ‘about turn kneel, head on carpet', at a suitable angle for my red butt plug to be inserted. Mistress took out a tape measure and jotted down my plug’s measurements saying, ‘you need a larger plug slave’, before pushing it in my butt and helping me into my heavy latex catsuit, a gas mask quickly followed and it looked like I might be receiving some stimuli today when a bottle of aroma was opened and attached to the breathing hose.

In the centre of the room a chain was hanging from the ceiling, I was told to hold on to it for stability while I got my butt plug moving. Mistress ramped up the music volume, pumped the aroma pump and danced round in that sensual way that I have only ever experienced in her presence; I did notice she was clutching a whip. I was to receive a flogging from my Queen as we danced; the crack of the cat echoing inside the gas mask. My heavy latex catsuit absorbed most of the power of the swinging leather, turning the strokes into gentle caresses with very little pain and lots of pleasure. My dancing Queen was aware of the desensitising effect of the thick rubber and allowed her blows to rain down from every angle, even the cat between my legs added to my delight. Mistress danced, I swayed clutching the chain, timing my movements to provide the best targets. Mistress pumped the aromas and I loved every moment.

That's for securing the catheter.

We moved quietly and quickly into the Clinic; well to be more precise, my Queen flowed sensually and I floated in a wonderful state of euphoria and there I was slid into the inflatable latex suit that had been laid out waiting for me. A wonderful garment with the sensation of ending up dressed in three slippery layers of rubber.

Again I was pleased it was a cool autumn day as the prospect of an overheating slave were still present but greatly reduced, remaining covered in the suit for a long time seemed well within my capabilities. That was just as well, because once pumped up, that was just how I remained for the remainder of the session.

The inflatable gloves and hood went on and I lay on the medical couch being pumped up until I had become a large inflated rubber slave, and there I was buckled down. Mistress insisted on a few extra pumps to my balloon head every now and then, enough to make the hood so tight that even the lightest touch sounded like a balloon being flicked. In fact that is exactly what it was. My advice to any would be 'pump heads' is to make sure you keep a firm grip on the mouth tube, because with all the extra pressure there is a tendency for the tube to force its way outwards. It takes a little practice but I have it mastered and could breathe easily. The question ‘are you still holding on to that tube slave?’ becomes a regular precaution when Mistress is nursing a pumped headed slave.

I am never strapped down for nothing and was curious as to what sort of operation I would be having today when Mistress zipped open my crotch area and my excited cock sprung out. It was a strange and pleasant sensation having my bits fully exposed while the inflatable suit pressed down firmly on my surrounding abdominal area. Before I knew it there was more inflation going on inside my bladder, because Maggie had inserted a catheter down my penis and it was time to pump a syringe full of saline into the internal bulb to ensure the tube was safely and deeply embedded in my plumbing!

I know I have said this before but my Mistress is the best nurse a patient could ever wish for when it comes to installing a catheter. The procedure is now routine but just as carefully administered with a full sterile kit of parts; her patients cock is cleaned, lubricated and desensitised, a saline syringe is prepared for inflating the bulb, a pack of white sterile gloves are opened and donned for the catheterisation itself, the saline is deployed and that’s it. Safe and secure and my bladder function controlled once again by my owner. Apart from the wonderful sensation as the tube gently slides in with a shudder of delight, the only other sense is one of complete and everlasting gratitude that Mistress is an expert in this sort of operation. A latex leg bag fitted nicely round my inflated leg, attached to the outlet pipe of the catheter and I was ready for going anywhere and no stops for 'Mistress I need the toilet!. I love it.

A good view of my Queens chain of office

Returning to the Playroom I started to see some of the limitations of wearing the inflatable hood for a lengthy period. Mistress was fine, she was in the mood for some rubber relaxation and looked eerily mysterious with her feet up, gas mask on and listening to some of her favourite Buddy Guy tracks. Looking towards her clear gas mask lenses for a glimpse into her deep eyes, my own plastic lenses were severely misting and the pressure of the hood also affected what I could see as my line of sight was somewhat above the horizontal, which meant I had to lower my head to see anything in front. Come to think of it, was this my Mistresses forward planning? A bowed head to my Queen seems quite appropriate!.

I was told that I would be helping with the cleaning and was led by my collar to the bathroom to bring the sundries. A cleaning sponge, spray and a bowl of water were needed and I gathered them up and carefully followed my Mistress. I couldn't see much at all but I trust Mistress 100% and just went where the gentle tug on my collar took me. I ended up back in the centre of the Playroom, the overhead gantry was lowered and I received instruction from my Queen to clean the gantry and to 'get on with it'.

As Queen Maggie looked on from her throne I was happy with being able to serve my Liege. Most of the cleaning was done by touch as my already limited vision was steaming up even more. Feel the sponge, feel the spray, point spray and hope. It worked and I sensed all the spray went on the sponge and it was then a relatively easy matter of holding the frame with one hand and cleaning with the sponge with the other.

Fortunately Mistress had removed my inflated gloves before starting me on the cleaning duties which was just as well, because with the gloves pumped up tight I had absolutely no feeling in them and of course no grip. Earlier I actually managed a stroke of my Queen's derrière while squeezing through a doorway. I hope Mistress liked the feel of my touch because I couldn't feel a thing. Mistress is very mischievous in this area, she knows I like stroking her bottom and would lose that pleasure in the mitts.

Cleaning was hard work, as upon inspection Mistress insisted that my first time attempt at sponging her gantry was not thorough enough and parts had been overlooked. So, once again I set about feel, point, squeeze and wipe. This time I took a lot longer, visiting the bowl of water more frequently to rinse out the sponge and carried on until my Queen was satisfied that her subject had completed what she’d asked. I was then told to clear up the spray, sponge and bowl back to the bathroom and this time Maggie didn’t bother getting up to lead me! I picked up the items and tried to visualise my route. I could just see, mainly the ceiling, but had to rely on my earlier trips in my attempt to navigate my inflated self through the doors, along the corridor and to the bathroom. I did manage the trip safely, but, as you might expect and unbeknown to me, Mistress in her latex gown had followed on and was never more that a step away, just in case I ran into trouble.

I was still feeling wonderful in the inflated suit and the catheter was really starting to excite. As I moved about with the once contents of my bladder sploshing about in my leg bag, I knew I had no option should I need to pee. Mistress was able to plug or unplug my bladder in an instant by simply removing or replacing the catheter bung. I even tried to go through the action of peeing. Maggie knows that is no use, her slave would only be allowed to pee in harmony with her wishes today and there was nothing I could or would do to alter that. Strange feeling knowing you need to pee, trying to pee and... nothing!

Pleasant use of the low whipping bench

My inflatable hood was removed and I was instructed to sit on the bed while Mistress retrieved a practical piece of Playroom furniture for what she had in mind. Mistress had also taken off her gas mask leaving her beautiful face framed by an open faced latex hood, she slipped out of the room returning almost immediately with bowls of ripe strawberries and cream and placed them on the bench. Was I about to be teased again as Mistress consumed the fruit? Not impossible. The last time strawberries came into the Playroom I was all strung up and immobilised as Maggie lay down eating the fruit in the provocative manner she performs so well. No, my Queen was about to share her fruit with her loyal subject. We sat on the side of the bed and I fed my Queen a large strawb doused in cream. Mistress took two delicate bites per fruit whereas me being a pig downed my offerings in one.

Picking up cream covered strawberries wearing latex gloves can be a very messy business and we managed to get cream in places cream had no business ending up. One dollop ended on Mistress Maggie's latex covered thigh and it was a delicious pleasure cleaning that up. Dining with my Queen was a truly wonderful experience for this slave. I was in very close contact with Mistress as she swallowed her strawberries and I was so close to those beautiful lips. Again my training overruled my instincts as I so wanted to kiss those sweet lips but resisted the urge and gently wiped away the excess cream from them.

Why the title A Glimpse of Heaven? Apart from the obvious that being with my Mistress is always a glimpse of heaven, the title is also a track by the 1960's group Strawbs, ah the delights of Strawbs and cream with a beautiful Mistress, one verse being a fitting link to today’s tasty and wonderful experience:

Could you only see what I've seen 

You would surely know what I mean 

I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.