Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.

Clear Idea

My mind began pondering as soon as I received Mistress’s calling mail on Thursday -

‘Your rubber Mistress has a clear idea that I am busting to carry it out’.

There were many options that I considered relating to her clear idea. Was Mistress going to fill my clear plastic pants with pee or nettles or something equally ‘enjoyable’? Was it the clear inflatable plastic hood that is so clingy and tight once inflated? Was it the clear plastic lenses in one of Mistress Maggie’s sensational hoods?... Then, ‘I am busting to carry it out’ was pretty obvious. I was probably going to be deluged in pee or even be lucky enough to taste a fantastic amount of Maggie’ s golden nectar? I didn’t sleep too well mulling over the many combinations, but eventually drifted off to sleep with a very pleasant erection.

As I made my way to The Chambers for today’s training session I barely gave the options another thought, but when stuck in traffic once more my mind began to wander, this time settling on the dream of being a full time rubber slave to Maggie. However, such a dream soon becomes a nightmare when the reality of such a mammoth change to my life surfaces. 

There are many, many reasons why this will never happen; Mistress has quite categorically stated she does not want/need a full time slave; it takes a LOT of concentration, time and commitment for even our all too brief Friday sessions to be a reality, and the added pressure of a full time d/s relationship on both parties would soon become intolerable. I’d imagine Mistress would tire of my waffling when I could not maintain her high standards 24*7, I have a vanilla life as well that is dear to me… 

Lights change, I’ll come back to this at the next set… I envy those individuals who say they are 24*7 lifestyle slaves but are they being honest? For me, this dream ever being a reality will remain a fantasy, something that will never come to pass and with that realisation I arrive at the chambers door ready to serve my Mistress once more with my whole heart and soul.

Mistress answered wearing what I thought was an incredibly sexy black catsuit. Suitably corrected, the catsuit is PURPLE slave, I did correctly view the black corset belt and shiny black knee length boots. In my defence, entering the cool lighting in the hallway from outside did interfere with my colour perception. It all looked black to me!

I followed Mistress up the stairs, her undulating latex covered cheeks seemingly urging me to give them a kiss, but of course my training prevented such an indiscretion. Instead, it was Mistress’s boots that required the kissing and once in the Playroom I eagerly set to work making them shinier than they had ever been, and once again this was accompanied by Maggie encouraging me with her butterfly crop, a crop renowned for its particularly stingy bite. This provided some amusement as the crop is now well aged and the butterfly kept flying off. What else would you expect from an active butterfly? Naturally, with me already being conveniently on my knees it was my job to retrieve the butterfly, but even with Maggie reducing the strength of her wallops the pesky insect kept trying to fly away. It amused me and Maggie was having a right laugh.

Definitely Purple not black

It didn’t take long for my own red butt plug to be lubed and installed into its temporary accommodation. The satisfying feeling as its last rib slips into place is one I always look forward to and leaves me well filled. The sensation didn’t last long, just sufficient to prepare my bum for its next visitor. This remained a mystery until I’d done a quick shimmy and shake into my working Invincible catsuit. The zip in the appropriate area was then opened sufficiently to allow removal of my plug in exchange for a pair of electric Kegel balls. At Maggie’s request, her husband John had modified some of her electric toys since my last session, each one has its own dedicated cable now, meaning there’ll be no more rooting around to plug them in and eliminating the chance of wires being accidentally pulled out during play. The preparatory stretching with my own plug had obviously worked as the Kegel's offered no resistance as they disappeared deep inside me. A quick test, and yes they worked! 

Reinforcing who is in absolute charge, Mistress ordered me to lie on the bed and once she’d applied shackles to my wrists I was secured to the bed’s corners. Mistress knows that these temporary restraints are not necessary, because had she said, ‘lay still on the bed’, I would have complied without hesitation, but it added to my sense of servitude so I enjoyed being restrained for as long as it took for my crotch zip to be opened a little further and for adhesive electrode pads to be attached, one pair either side of my cock and balls and another pair at the top of my inner thighs. I was surprised with this configuration, I’d been expecting at least one circuit to be pulsing along the length of my shaft, but Mistress knows best and I was happy to go with her chosen flow.

With all the cables collected together, they were pulled through to the outside of my catsuit and the zip pulled up to seal me in. Mistress quizzed me on whether I had guessed what she would be doing with her plaything today, and started to explain the meaning of her calling mail. The ‘clear view’ to which she had referred was a reference to another good wrapping in transparent cling film. I was to be seated on Mistress’s throne, unfortunately without the comfy cushion that Maggie always sits on. That in itself would eventually become a form of torture, because I have learned from past events that prolonged sitting sessions on the Throne can be hard work on the muscles, resulting in a growing discomfort. Oh well, if that is what Mistress wants, so it shall be.

Well, at least the initial discomfort of sitting on the hard wooden throne was ameliorated, as I received some extra latex to wear in the form of a tight hood and a wonderful pair of inflatable mitts. These slipped on easily with a bit of talc but remained deflated for the moment. Maggie now got handy with her cling film rolls with a narrow roll for delicate or hard to film areas and a wide roll for the easier parts.

The initial filming was around my head and neck with the narrow roll avoiding my nose and my mouth, I could see very clearly despite several layers finding their way over my eyes. The wider film was used between my neck and bottom, just above the seat. An unusual addition was the inflatable latex collar which like the mitts was left deflated for now. Mistress, always aware of her slaves wellbeing asked if I was still comfortable on a few occasions. Well, yes as comfortable as the hard chair would permit, certainly the filming was very comfortable.

Maggie raised my feet and began wrapping the narrow film around them, taking time to form it tidily around my toes, the rest of my lower body was attended to with the wider roll right the way up to meet the upper body filming. As you might expect from a very organised Dominatrix, before wrapping my abdomen, Mistress made sure the group of electric cables were considered and a suitable aperture created so they could be threaded through the film to ensure easy attachment to her electric boxes. I could feel my buttocks going a little numb on the hard, unyielding, wooden chair, but I was to become even more intimately joined with it as Mistress picked up her large roll of cling film again and using several layers bound her slave to the chair itself. I became Mistress’s throne, unable to move and a bum that was feeling the pressure, as it happened, in more ways than one.

It is very frustrating to have the electrics ramped up when there aren’t any electrodes attached to your genitals, yet stimulation is being received in immediately surrounding areas; tingling stimulation just to the left of your genitals, tingling stimming just to the right of your genitals, more of the same underneath your balls and the Kegel balls hidden up your bum stimming your insides too, but no direct stimulation of your cock or balls. Mistress really knows how to edge this slave. By now I had my rubber mitts inflated and the rubber collar as well and I was surprised how relaxed and out of control I was feeling.

Maggie, I think, wanted a little fun and offered me the choice of breath play with rubber or plastic. I wish she wouldn’t do that, it means I have to weigh the response. Would she like me to say rubber or film? I chose rubber and out came a roll of rubber bandage. Mistress took her scissors and cut a length from it, just long enough to tie around my film covered head, which immediately removed the last vestiges of free air flow. She had me gasping, but after a short while I discovered that with a little subtle movement of my tongue, I was able to get the merest of air flow and sucked in what little air I could. 

It enabled me to keep going for much longer than Maggie had expected or hoped for. What really kept me going was Mistress’s close proximity, the occasional caress, the increase in electro-stim and the ability to gaze on her beauty when she floated in front of me. I got the impression Mistress was not too enamoured with the lack of breathlessness from her slave, so I was given a second chance to impress her, this time with the help of plastic. My rubber bandage was removed and a single layer of clingfilm was stretched tightly over my face, I had no air available now, but again, after a short time I had managed to make a very small air hole. Afterwards Mistress told me that the film had worked better, however, I had not suffered as much as she’d have liked from this breath play scene.

The electrics were ramped up a few notches and Maggie attended to the film surrounding my latex hood, cutting it away and allowing me some momentary relief. Not too much as my mouth was soon stuffed full with an inflatable tube gag. We were now ready to move on to the next phase, as outlined in her calling mail . . .  ‘Busting to carry it out’.

Mistress had been storing her pee all morning and she produced a bag with a considerable amount of what turned out to be her personal chilled champagne. But what really turned me into a slobbering wreck was the sight of Maggie opening her catsuit zip and depositing another large amount of fresh pee into a strategically placed jug. The sight and sound of my Mistress standing and filling the jug right in front of my eyes had me salivating. Then I watched as she slowly opened the bag of pre prepared pee and added the steaming contents of the jug into the bag. She showed me the bag and there was exactly a litre right in front of my face.

She hung up the bag of pee on a nearby stand, then connecting its outlet tube to my mouth gag I became a sealed recycling unit for Mistress’s pee. I could breathe through my nose and at the same time drink all that was offered. The occasional pump of the bag’s syphoning bulb gave an increase to the flow, not enough to overfill my mouth, but enough to keep me sucking and swallowing. When the pee wasn't being pumped, I took hearty sucks on the contents, eager to empty the 1 litre of pee from the bag. I managed every last drop and it is fair to say I was no longer thirsty!

The cling film that had kept me secured on the chair was now removed, and although still being very much wrapped up like a mummy I was gently helped onto the latex bed where Mistress took off my hood and gave me an S10 gas mask instead. For the second time today I was to lie down and Mistress cut away a hole to extract my cock and balls, she then strung them up on a bondage board and proceeded to cover them in punishing steel clamps. At this point I started to panic.

The stimulation of my cock by the clips, plus the continuous throbbing from the electrics had the contents of my bowels and bladder starting to complain. I really didn’t want to release the litre of consumed pee nor the aforementioned bowel contents into Maggie's Playroom. What a disaster that would be. I really had to beg to be allowed to go to the toilet. 

Understanding the emergency I saw Mistress snipping with her scissors unlike never before, at last I was free from my plastic wrapping and rushing across the landing. And boy did I need to go, but only after I had to removed the cock clamps that Maggie had evilly left in situ. I gingerly removed the Kegel balls, they’d been much easier to insert than extract on this occasion . . .  For all the wrong reasons! I sat for a good ten minutes, most embarrassed that I had to deal with these bodily functions within a stone’s throw of Mistress.

Mistress did have something else that she wished to inflict on her slave but that will wait for next time. Apart from the last 10 minutes of utter shame I had another thoroughly enjoyable experience of serving Mistress Maggie, but I suspect in the near future Maggie will be making sure she gets more satisfaction from her breath-taking activities. 

Thank you Mistress.

Red Boots and Nipple Training

I had no clue as to which direction Mistress Maggie wanted to take my training today. Her calling mail had not given me a scoobie doo, but I knew that whatever Maggie had planned would be exciting and hopefully entertaining for her, and if that was achieved I would be extremely happy. However, when Maggie opened the door to The Chambers it was immediately unmistakable that if I played my cards right I would be in for a real treat, as Mistress’s piss pants were on prominent display through the backless skirt she was wearing. The bladder remained disappointingly empty as it swayed tantalisingly right in my eyeline as we mounted the stairs. It is almost impossible to describe the excitement and thrill this vision generates, suffice is to say it takes me right into the zone of where I can serve my Mistress in any way she wants.

Reaching the playroom my first act was the worship of Mistress’s spectacular red over the knee boots. These are comfortable for my Mistress to wear having little to no heels, being PVC they are so smooth and it is a great experience to lick and kiss them all the way from heel to just above the knee, once more being careful not to overstep the boot tops. Each time I lick to the boot tops I am greeted with that magnificent vista of the bladder in Mistress’s piss pants, unfortunately still empty.

The occasional crop across my naked skin reminds me not to stray into forbidden territory. It appears to be becoming part of my training that after the boot worship I am immediately asked to turn around and reverse towards Maggie, where my butt plug is lubed up and waiting to be inserted into its home.

Now hooded with a very comfortable latex hood, I was spreadeagled on the bed and secured with the wrist and ankle cuffs that usually adorn the 4 corners. A nice, helpless situation to be in until things start to be more playful for Maggie but painful for her slave. ‘I’ll start with something that’s not too demanding’, said Mistress as she applied a pair of soft grip pegs to my nipples.

I must admit my nipples have become complacent and this corrective nipple training has been long overdue. Not content with the nipple pegs, Mistress disappeared to retrieve another set of pegs that were spaced out along a stout length of string. I think I was about to be subjected to what is called zipping? There was some amusement and not unsubstantial relief when some of the pegs broke, plastic pegs are prone to that type of failure, but unfortunately there were still sufficient good ones to continue with Mistress’s plans.

The first round of zipping concentrated on applying pegs to my balls. You know what is coming. You try and steel yourself but it is still a shock as Maggie pulls on the cord and the pegs are removed in rapid succession, biting on my scrotal flesh until they have to let go. It didn't half make me jump and I was thankful for the ankle straps, they prevented me from really kicking off. It was a good effort for Maggie’s first attempt, but as you’d expect, she insisted on more practice to make sure her technique was perfect.

The pegs were reattached but this time both my cock and balls would be included. Now that I knew what to expect, I was a little concerned about my ability to cope with my cock and balls being zipped, thank goodness again for those ankle straps! And just for good luck, Mistress decided a third zipping would be beneficial for my soul! It certainly would; anything that makes Maggie happy is good for my soul and I braced myself, firmly clinging on to the restraints for my dear life. I hadn’t benefitted from such an unzipping for quite a while, and all the time my cock and balls were being zipped the insidious ache in my nipples from their pegs was steadily growing in intensity. Fortunately they were not part of Mistress’s sadistic zip line!

There’s never a session where I don’t engage with some latex, and under Maggie’s instruction I had brought my Invincible catsuit today. With a little help from Maggie it was quickly on and zipped up and a collar with a hanging back strap was secured around my neck along with my personal slave collar. The four shackles from the bed came out again and applied to my ankles and wrists. I was back in familiar, fully rubberised territory and more than happy when Mistress hooked on a dog lead so as to take me for a walk, to retrieve further items for later use. A cardboard box was collected from her bedroom wardrobe and given to me to carry, then on to the Clinic to collect an aromas pump hose.

When we returned to The Playroom Mistress indicated that the box contained her ceremonial high heeled red PVC boots. Ceremonial because their spiky heels are way too high for normal use anymore, but they were sexier than the flat soled ones I had worshipped earlier. I then had one of those wonderful moments as Maggie lay on the bed and I gently removed her working boots and  pulled on her ceremonials. These boots were also much longer and as my licks and kisses reached the tops I was within 2 centimetres of her piss pant’s still empty bladder. Obviously I didn't stray, I am too well trained for that type of mistake, though my mind wandered to a time when I’m sucking on its contents, which hopefully would be before the day has finished. Once Maggie was satisfied with the cleaning, the ceremonials were carefully removed and  packed away until another grand occasion and Maggie's flat ones pulled back on.

I understood now why the cuffs were reapplied as I was secured to The Cell door for further preparations. The first of which was an electric chastity device, then far worse more nipple clamps. If I thought the pegs hurt, these new ones really made me wince, I am sure my eyes were watering behind the latex mask. These little buggers weren’t at all heavy, but made up for it by having serrated teeth and the bite of a shark! Both nipples were starting to regret not having refresher training earlier, they were behaving like wimps and starting to be REALLY sensitive.

Once satisfied that the nipples were receiving suitable 'training' Mistress had me turn round and replaced my own butt plug with an electro one, which fitted nicely and was as comfortable as the one it replaced, until the juice was turned on. It was however, pleasantly tingly and did help to redirect my thoughts a little, away from my aching nipples.

Directed to lie on my side on the rug, the ankle and wrist straps were once again brought into use as was the back strap that had been casually hanging down my back just chilling. My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to D rings on the back strap with carabiners. A most effective hog tie; if I pulled too hard with my legs the back strap tightened and I started to choke, so I thought the best course was to lie still on my side while my tortured nipples we’re being given a rest. 

Maggie's panties were stuffed in my mouth, followed by a hood made of a stretchy mesh material, a strip of red gaffer was applied across my mouth, not tight but sufficient to keep the panties in place, a blindfold completed my revised dressing, and, my nipple training started again!

At this point I would like to have said that I was incredibly lucky in my current situation but the pesky nipple clamps really took all my concentration. Mistress had applied two insect broaches to the nipples, a dangly metal type, it took a minute for Mistress to decide that a ladybird and dragonfly be chosen for this job, and they both had spiky jaws. These just enhanced my 'training' experience. As an aside, the last time I wore these, they were on my cock and balls when crawling through nettles. I said at the time we should have killed them off with insect spray! Fortunately, Mistress left me to quietly contemplate my situation and did not apply any further torment to my nipples etc. and as compensation I continued to receive some gentle comfort from the two electric devices still humming away in the background.

As a reward for being compliant and obedient, Mistress finally decided that a drink was in order. As she straddled me, I could hear the gentle tinkle as the piss pant's bladder started to fill with nectar. It goes without saying that Maggie removed the tape and panties before guiding the piss tube into my waiting lips, and to my extreme delight while bending down she decided to kill two birds with one stone and pulled the nip clamps off.

I sucked and I sucked, much to Mistress amusement as nothing emerged down the tube, so I sucked again and this time Maggie had opened the tap and I was able to receive a welcome rehydration. I was thirsty by now and consumed every last drop that was offered. Nothing spilt, a drained pair of piss pants and a very happy rehydrated slave.

I have learnt a lot from my owner in the wonderful times I have spent being trained and one such trait is the ability to provide assistance to Mistress when she wants to suspend me from the overhead. I know it is not easy for Mistress to lift and stretch to attach the large D suspension arm, so I do it. I know that the suspension harness is heavy to lift so I now do it, under supervision of course. I feel I am becoming more useful to Mistress, I can even raise my legs into the stirrups and once both legs are secured I am flying. An inflated anaesthesia hood made sure I didn't see much of the ride because it had no eye holes. And there I could have hung happily swaying, receiving regular boosters from the aromas pump and steadily breathing in and out through the rebreather bag. 

However, that wasn't the end of my nipple training and I sensed Mistress derived great pleasure from re-attaching the insect clips, then occasionally swapping them from one nipple to the other, ensuring her subject was really benefitting from their deadly embrace. The application of a leather cock harness provided Mistress with some purchase whenever she wanted to get me swinging. Pumped aromas kept me in a wonderfully euphoric state whilst trying to remind myself that the discomfort in my nipples was what Mistress wanted and so it was good for my soul.

Now back at home my nipples were still tingling when I showered in the evening. The warm shafts of water brought back beautiful memories of the session we had just experienced, and after a while in the shower I was able to face the torrent without flinching. It took almost a week for the crustiness and sensitivity in my nipples to fully subside and on occasions I would just stand and massage my buds and remember how fortunate I am to be under Mistress Maggie's control.