Completely Knackered

This session turned out to be one of the most exhausting ones that I have lived through. It all started well when Mistress Maggie ushered me in to The Chambers wearing her stunning red latex catsuit, open faced latex hood topped off with her red pony tail. But the most alluring part of her suit was the front zip’s position, which had been teasingly pulled down to reveal her beautiful breasts presented in a black latex bra. Mistress knows that I am mesmerised by her wonderful physique and I was already well into my submissive/subservient zone before we even mounted the stairs. The open zip torture and that of those wonderfully flowing latex covered buttocks inches from my ogling eyes had me, once again, completely under her spell by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

After I’d laid my red latex suit out on the bed I was told to present myself in black latex socks and matching gloves. I do try to wear my socks for the journey to the Chambers because they are the most difficult to put on when in an excited state, I have also been tempted to wear the gloves but I think Mistress would frown on that, as for attempting to wear other latex under my normal clothes, a definite no no, because in the past Mistress hasn’t approved of me arriving sweaty and especially with sweaty bollocks, leaving with them is fine but they are difficult to grab when moist! Another thing that can be difficult to grab when moist is my butt plug, but today Mistress wasted no time in getting it stuffed up my arse.

Anyway, I returned as instructed and set about my boot worship duties. Mistress was giving my arse, back and anywhere else that took her fancy a right good walloping with what turned out to be a brand new slapper. Its strokes certainly had a sharp bite and she’d nicknamed it her ‘dog whip’. A very suitable name for what was about to transpire during the session

‘Do you have any idea what we might be doing today slave?’, asked Maggie. Of course I hadn’t as the calling mail had given very little by way of a clue. ‘You are going to be my dog’, she said with a big grin. I found it rather strange that Mistress fitted her ‘dog’ with a rather snug fitting lower harness and then had me jump into my red catsuit, after all what would the harness be used for once hidden? On reflection, I had thought it was just another method employed at making her dog more obedient. As an aside, the harness was so tight that it left a memento round my stomach for 24 hours after we finished. Or was the harness to be used to secure a plug-in dog tail once my own stretcher butt plug was removed? I soon found the latter to be the case.

It was at this point Mistress explained that I was to behave like the dog I had become. I was to forget being a loyal slave and operate as a loyal and totally obedient dog. The last word I was allowed was to offer my name as Rufus and that is what I became for the rest of my doggy day. 

Mistress explained that she had secreted several small toys around the Playroom for her pet to retrieve, but as I was a renowned sniffer dog I was to be allowed something to sniff before beginning my ‘fetch’ exercises. But first, I was to get more into character by wearing a doggy hood that came with a snap-on snout. Now this was the clever vehicle for delivering my sniffer aromas. Mistress soaked a hanky in aromas and popped it inside the snout attached to my dog hood. Wow or should I say woof. That hit the spot as Mistress sent me off through the ‘garden’ to sniff out my first prize. I should mention at this point that Maggie had carefully extracted my cock and balls from the suit leaving them exposed and the ‘garden’ consisted of potted nettle plants.

Who said dogs aren’t smart? I cocked my leg whilst traversing the garden so as to raise my balls above the stingers and proceeded very quickly to hunt and retrieve my first find. This dog was perhaps a little too smart because Mistress told me off before insisting 'you must go through the garden to find your toys', she also decided to give me a couple of paws in the form of padded leather mitts. Poor dog. That ended the easy pick-ups. In fact when I found my next prize, a dog bowl full of fresh pee, there was no way to safely lift it with the mitts on and I did spill a drop on the carpet until I learned to slide the bowl inch by inch back to Maggie. Another dose of aromas enhanced my sense of smell as I enjoyed an long sniff at the pee bowl I had found. (A fact you probably already know is a dog has up to 300 million olfactory receptors in its nose,  compared to about six million in humans).

Finds came thick and fast after that; a dog lead under the rug, to be used in a subsequent activity, a bone behind the curtain, a pair of nipple clamps under the end of the bed which proved most ineffective to wear due to the already sweaty nipples, and a dog brush under the centre of the bed, this had a special ‘prize’ sticker attached to it which meant Mistress would give her pet a good brushing. Rufus didn’t like that at all. I always keep my cock and balls clean shaven but Mistress gave them a good prolonged brushing until it was evident that I'd recived my prize. Now this bloody dog brush had very sharp unyielding bristles, and when coupled with the sensitivity they were already feeling from the nettle stings the experience was unbearable and I was howling for mercy.

The final three items took a little finding particularly with sore balls and there was no way I could sit and just lick them better, sometimes the attributes of a real dog would have been most beneficial! I located a vibrator under the rug in the Cage, a soft toy under the pillow, woof woof and finally a plastic doggy bag that had been hidden under the bed.

I found this series of fetching incredibly taxing and pleaded for frequent pawses. Despite having been wearing knee pads my knees were starting to ache, which prompted Maggie to apply some first aid in the form of bandages around them and some anaesthetic in the form of aroma top up to her sniffer dog’s nose. But all was right with the world as I was finally allowed to drink from my doggy bowl, where with the aid of a straw I finished all the pee and was once more ready and eager to resume as Rufus.  

The plastic doggy bag I had retrieved had a 'top dog' label which Mistress said had earned me the reward of 5 minutes gazing at my owner once it was tightly sealed around my neck. My puppy dog eyes looked out at Mistress with pure adoration and love and I felt a little of that loyalty that I know a dog must feel for a kind, caring owner. . .  and then the bag steamed up and I was panting heavily from the air deprivation. Rufus went as far as shaking his head desperately his head desperately before Mistress gave him air.

Mistress said she’d had the wild idea of turning me into a flying dog, but given that it might be a hard thing to achieve she asked my opinion and we discussed the logistics. Imagining myself as a flying dog for a moment I naturally woofed my approval and began contemplating the relaxation I’d experience from being suspended off my aching knees. Out came the very heavy leather harness, I was able to help with the heavier task of supporting and climbing into it while Maggie buckled me in, and I was soon ready to be hoisted on the Overhead Gantry.

The first attempt was a little ungainly because my legs dangled and touched the ground. Not to be out smarted by a dog leg, Maggie retrieved several restraints and set about chaining up her dog.  A leather hogtie arrangement secured front paws to back paws, chains were used to change my angle and support my legs in a bent position. Slowly but steadily I was winched off the ground and Mistress had her flying dog. This was a most ideal position to admire my Mistress and those fantastic bosoms, wagging my doggy tail and letting out a couple of woofs was my way of letting Mistress know she had a happy dog. 

Ah yes, the nipple clamps that had been so kind as to fall off earlier had not been forgotten, now successfully hung from my nipples Mistress used them to gently rock her pet backwards and forwards. Even then I was able to wag my tail, perhaps a little less vigorously than before and the woofs might have been tinged with a little wouwfh as the clamps bit a little deeper.

Once again Mistress knew EXACTLY which buttons to push to maintain her iron grip over my emotions and feelings as she lay on the bed immediately under my hanging form. Yes the front zip exposed her beautiful latex clad bosom and yes all I could do in my chains was wag my tail and inhale from another welcome pad of aromas lodged inside my snout.

After Maggie had completed her sensual bed teasing, it was time for release. By this time I was completely knackered and Mistress sent me off to curl up in my doggy bed in the corner of the Cell.

I hope this blog has given the reader some insight as to why this slave is willing to do anything to please my Mistress, including becoming her pet dog for a day. I am besotted, totally obedient and totally loyal to her. A final note to myself, I promised to locate some more appropriate and durable knee pads because I really don’t want to disappoint Mistress next time she wants to take her pet for a walk. And who ever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? This old dog is constantly learning from Mistress Maggie. Woof woof.

Retehtac

Don’t worry about the title of the blog, all will be revealed, I haven’t lost my mind although a part of my heart and soul are lodged with my owner. 

Today, the last day of January has my spirits soaring. January has been such a miserable month, apart from two notable exceptions when my spirits were lifted by visits to my wonderful Mistress Maggie. The month tends to be an anti-climax after Christmas and New Year, the nights are still long and with three named storms the weather atrocious. However, tomorrow is February, a shorter month with the prospect of spring just around the corner. I digress, of course the main reason is my pending visit to The Chambers.

I know I can be accused of being a sycophant, I hope in the nicest possible way, but I carried two bunches of flowers for my Mistress, one for her birthday and one for reaching the official UK retirement age, I don’t believe she is anywhere near retirement age but obviously the government do! plus a bottle of plonk for John and Mistress to share. The beautiful flowers paled into insignificance when I was greeted by Mistress adorned in a pink catsuit accessorised with a black harness, which showed a tantalizing and teasing amount of her wonderful breasts. A truly uplifting sight for ones soul.

Back on track, I followed Maggie up the stairs and once again not without being transfixed by her wonderfully kissable latex bum cheeks. Arriving in the nicely warmed Playroom I was instructed to lay out my plum coloured catsuit to get the chill off it and sent to the bathroom to return in my black latex socks and gloves and, as always, my collar is always in place as I diligently make sure I’m wearing it when arriving at Mistress’s pearly gates, I feel it shows ownership by Maggie.

After a wonderful period of boot worship I was down on the floor with face buried in the carpet whilst Mistress oiled and fitted my butt plug. I think we agreed a couple of sessions ago that it is best to open my orifice with my plug no matter what else Mistress may eventually hide away in that same dark space.

Picking up her Mistress whip Maggie now allowed my stuffed backside the pleasure of a gentle tattoo with its tails. Her Mistress whip is a stout leather one with a multitude of long thongs, so called because the word ‘mistress’ has been created with silver studs along its handle and probably the heaviest whip that Mistress owns. Minute by minute the weight of it’s impact increased until I was witness to the full measure of the whip’s capabilities across my rear along with strokes with lesser severity across my shoulders. I should also mention that Mistress put her boots to further use during the whipping by planting the occasional kick to the balls and making sure the butt plug remained fully inside.

By contrast, the black and red whip that Maggie used next was far gentler, delivering a sensual feeling in all the places it touched, my body was starting to really relax and excite at the same time. I am surprised to say that my flogging was mostly pleasurable, apart from a couple of earlier thwacks deliberately aimed at my most tender parts.

Warmed up and ready to go it was very easy to climb into my plum catsuit; probably the most comfortable and easy to wear suit in my small collection. The latex has been chlorinated and I can actually get into it without bothering Mistress. A couple of wiggles, a brief inhale, pull chest in and the zip slides up. Today it would provide me with a nice tight foundation layer as it was soon to be buried under a further two latex layers. My plum suit has handy zips to all the areas that Mistress may wish to access and she soon had the anal zip down ready for further activity around my bum. 

This time I was sent was over the horse, well over it so my hands were touching the floor on the other side and Maggie had a good angle for removing my butt plug, being nicely stretched by now, both the Kegel electric balls slid in easily and were hooked up to the power box for testing. Oh yes, they were working! 

To complete my dressing I was to wear a comfortable black latex hood that allowed easy breathing and no visual restrictions. I was advised to be very careful with the electric cables as we made our way to the Clinic.

Before arriving in the Clinic Mistress rechecked her running schedule and instantly made a U-turn back to the Playroom. ‘Your dressing is not complete’, she said. Again great care was taken to ensure the cables were not disturbed as she helped me into her inflatable catsuit. This second catsuit is double walled so effectively I was now enclosed in three latex layers and my toastiness dispelled all of my winter blues, but I was advised that the suit wasn't going to be inflated today. 

Maggie had recently acquired some heavy rubber gauntlets which I was told to put on. I must say I am not keen on these gloves because, although they are roomy and very comfortable to wear, I lose that super sensation whenever I get the opportunity to sneak a stroke of Mistress’s stunning latex covered rear, or for that matter, anywhere I can get my hands to stray about her person. Maybe that’s the reason why Mistress had me wear them?

Finally we were in the Clinic where Mistress arranged a nasal cannula underneath my latex hood, making sure it was secure with a couple of pieces of surgical tape to keep it in place, then an S10 gas mask was fitted over the top to seal me in. I do like this feeling, completely enclosed in latex and fully at the mercy of my owner and prepared for whatever gives her pleasure. To be honest there would be little point in complaining because Mistress had almost finished tightly strapping me securely to the couch, and boy did she make sure I was tightly strapped down! My cannula was ready to receive any aromas Maggie may administer and with a breathing hose attached to her glass bubble bottle I would be bubbling away for the remainder of the session. 

What surprised me was that with three layers of latex you wouldn’t think it possible for Mistress to gain access to my cock and balls, but she did and once exposed she bound them up in a rope cradle, not too tight and once again I have been well trained and must admit to rather liking this style of binding. In no time I had a catheter inserted, and as I would expect from my very professional Mistress the procedure was swift, painless, trouble free and I was soon draining away a bladder full of pee.

But my bladder didn’t remain empty for long, Maggie used the catheter to fill it up again with 500ml of saline solution which took about 30 minutes, this procedure was another first for me. I must have a fair bladder capacity because even after the 500ml I wasn’t feeling too bloated, which was just as well as Mistress decided I no longer needed a catheter and amused herself by sending an electric urethral sound down my cock instead, some more highly charged electric play followed including deeper urethral play with a Pratt steel sound, this was electrified too and paired with electrodes on my balls I received the stimulation of two electric circuits down my urethral tract, the Kegel balls were still beating their rhythm up my bum… I got the lot! which kept me humping the sound with a great amount of energy!

The situation was greatly enhanced by a good few doses of aromas via the nasal cannula. ‘Breathe out slave. All the way’, followed by four or five slow puffs and a ‘Breathe in slave’. I have got the rhythm of this method of aroma delivery and the knack is to breathe out until my lungs are empty and then slowly breathe in as I detect the puffs. The effect is immediate and works a treat in transforming many sensations into pleasure. It was particularly soothing when Maggie ramped up the Kegels to 90 on her magic machine.

After all this stimulation Mistress removed the sound and as it passed the tip of my cock I got a bit of a surprise, but nothing to be overly concerned about. Its removal paved the way for a déjà vu moment…  No, I wasn’t dreaming, Mistress really was catheterising me again, and once complete I was left to have my bladder drained into the already half full cath bag. It didn’t take long for the full cath bag to be removed and presented to me for consumption.

I had been holding the S10’s drinking tube in my mouth for the whole time and was hoping that Mistress would allow me some very welcome rehydration. Well she did, but it wasn’t her wonderful golden nectar, it was my cath bag that was being attached to my drinking tube. It took a fair time, but I did as I was instructed and eventually consumed it all, I was grateful for the 50:50 dilution, at least it made my own piss palatable as I don’t think I would have managed my drink otherwise. Yes, I did finish every last drop and completed another first from Maggie’s training sessions, though of course, I do prefer Mistress’s nectar. 

I know I am totally addicted to serving Mistress Maggie and look forward to our next training session with excitement, anticipation and the knowledge that spring and summer are wonderful seasons for serving a wonderful dominatrix.

If you've managed to read this far you may still be wondering about the title Retehtac? If you look at it closely and read it in reverse it spells Catheter which is how Maggie used the catheter to actually fill up my bladder rather than to empty it. 

Continuing the Bedtime Reading

It was simple guidance issued by Mistress Maggie for this session -

‘Your rubber Mistress fancies a plaything with zero access for a session that has a potentially happy ending’.

Yet these 16 words set off a kaleidoscope of separate threads that my imagination could explore. Simple yet so exciting. Was I to be plugged, catheterised and gagged then covered totally in rubber? Was there a gas mask, rebreather, aromas pump hose involved? Any of these were a possibility but Mistress had enhanced my excitement by wanting a ‘plaything’. Could I be just a rubber toy with the sole purpose of entertaining my adorable Mistress? That last thought opens up many more avenues to explore and actually embodies the sole purpose of her slave; to provide Maggie with pleasure.

There was only one way to find out, and at 14:30 all these mysteries began to unfold. At that chosen hour I was greeted by my latex goddess, her long black skirt practically touched the floor, her long sleeved top reached up to her chin and the whole latex ensemble was pinched in with a corset, she had a plume of golden blonde hair cascading atop of her tight fitting hood. Well, if Mistress wants a rubber plaything this all rubber outfit had set the scene admirably.

Following closely up to the Playroom I glimpsed Mistress’s long black boots and the whole image had me drooling by the time she rested herself on her Throne. ‘Clean those glorious boots slave, lick any dust from their long seams first’, she instructed. I made my tongue busy, working my way up and down all seams while Mistress maintained steady but moderately gentle encouragement with her soft whip. Understanding the rule of not straying from the boots I tried my old tactic of licking to the very top of the boot where I could gently caress her inner thighs with my hair. Just within the rules I think. When the boots were dust free Maggie stood leaning slightly forward resting on The Throne, and I was told to worship her wonderful derriere, not from the outside as I had initially attempted, but deep within the enveloping folds of her long latex skirt. 

I needed no second instruction. It was dark and beautiful inside Mistress’s skirt and the taste of her nylon tights was so arousing… however, it was doubly important to stay away from her forbidden areas, as I don’t want to do anything that would have my Mistress stop me from my very sensual activity.

In time she did stop me, not because of any indiscretion on my part but her meticulous schedule needed me transformed from a simple, rather rounded male into her rubber plaything. My Invincible work suit had been warming on the bed, Mistress helped me put it on along with a fitted latex hood that had all the necessary openings.

As Mistress prepared for what was to come next I was able to sneak a peek in the Playroom Mirror, and as always was thrilled by the shiny latex persona that stared back at me. I never fail to be amazed at that view, I know it’s me inside but there is no way to tell that it’s me. I had become a rubber mannequin and ready to be Mistress Maggie’s latex plaything.

Then the first of the implants to convert me to ‘zero access’ was deployed. I was told to undo my crotch zip and bend forward to hold the bars of the Cell Door, this proved to be a good position for Maggie to insert my comfortable sized butt plug. Later on in the session Maggie briefly mentioned that she’d intended to swap the butt plug for a string of large anal beads, but by then we’d progressed to a stage where retrofitting her plaything was totally impractical, so I was left stuffed with the butt plug and the beads had to be reserved for another day.

Mistress said that as part of the ‘zero access’ is was essential I should be catheterised too, which involved a quick trip to the Clinic to have the catheter fitted. Mistress is incredibly efficient at this process despite me having a bit of an unruly and uncooperative cock. It’s always a sterile operation that begins with me being swabbed and a squirt of anaesthetic gel sent down my urethra, the clinic fills with the sound of crinkling plastic as one by one various packets of single use items are prepared for use, the catheter being the last to be unwrapped. And before I knew it the catheter was in and blown up.

I had to ask ‘Is it in?’, because Mistress is so adept at this procedure that I felt no pain or discomfort, obviously the gel helps but Maggie’s expertise is the real winner. Well, that was two of the three orifices bunged now and all that remained was my mouth. That had to wait until Mistress led me back to the Playroom with instruction to be extra careful since the catheter bag was dangling from the end of my cock as I waddled closely behind her.

I was to be confined in a latex Bondage Sheath; basically a very tight fitting condom that once zipped up is both comfortable and heavenly to wear. Maggie’s only concern was the length of the catheter tube, because the outlet for this sheath is at the very bottom and me being 6', I might be a tad too tall for the Cath bag to comfortably feed through the outlet. As it was we needn’t have worried, with my feet inside the rubber sheath Maggie fed the tube through the outlet, and as I stood to accept the top half of my restrictive rubber it was evident that everything had fitted perfectly. There I was standing next to the rubber bed being zipped up tightly inside my own rubber cocoon, movement was very restricted and I was pleased when Mistress helped me to sit safely on the bed.

My hood was then removed to allow a nasal cannula to be taped in place, this is an excellent piece of kit that I am now getting more used to wearing. The first time I hadn’t fully understood how to get the most from John’s invention, but by now it has become second nature and I couldn’t wait for it to provide me with  some much wanted aromas. I imagined there must be another restrictive hood coming my way, otherwise why the cannula? My curiosity was soon satisfied as Mistress presented one with zips across eyes and mouth. The cannula tube was passed through the mouth and zipped tightly shut and that was the third ‘zero access’ orifice closed.

Maggie deployed an inflated rubber collar to seal everything tightly shut and it was my last opportunity to view the splendidness of my Mistress before the eye zips were pulled closed. I had forgotten about this fourth ‘zero access’ area. I was now completely entombed in my rubber layers; rubber socks and gloves, heavy rubber suit and the rubber sheath. Surely I now qualified as a rubber plaything for my wonderful owner. Lying down now in the centre of the bed the rubber duvet was pulled over me, a final rubber covering to keep me beautifully comforted and warm. I was loving every moment.

Every now and then Maggie would tell me to breathe out and I knew the delights that were to follow. With completely empty lungs I could just discern the gentle swish of the aroma pump and of course my next action was to gratefully inhale a lungful of the wonderful product. It relaxes yet stimulates at the same time, my senses become heightened and I can actually see my Mistress through the aroma induced euphoria. Mistress tucked me in and saying she would be reading me more of the bedtime story we’d previously enjoyed from her Dressing For Pleasure (DFP) magazine.

It had been a while since my last bedtime story and neither of us could really remember where we’d got up to, but Maggie found a book mark amongst the pages and we carried on from there. I’m being honest when I say that I had no recognition of the plot or the characters, but as Maggie started her reading vague recollections came creeping back. My disposition made it hopeless to take in too much of the story, but I really revelled in the whole ambience that Maggie had created. I felt relaxed I felt verging on euphoria and I dreamed of the sexy voice that was talking to me through my latex coverings.

Parts of the story brought about some lighthearted banter between Mistress and plaything, some parts were totally akin to things we had done ourselves somewhere in our rubber histories and resurrected happy memories. Every now and then I heard a heavenly intervention, ‘breath out slave’ followed by that familiar yet imperceptible hiss of the aroma pump as I received another dose of fuel.

I could quite happily have drifted off to sleep except I really didn’t want to miss any of Mistresses interactions with her rubber plaything. I imagined what it would be like to be tucked up like this at bedtime, to wake up in the morning still enshrouded in darkness and this luxury rubber skin.

Just before oblivion, Mistress nudged me and asked me to move over to make space, wiggling like a worm I was able to move a couple of inches at a time until Maggie had enough space to snuggle under the duvet with her rubber toy. Heaven just got better. 

I knew there was nothing I could or would do to disrupt this snuggling and really enjoyed the bed time with my Mistress, I could detect her gentle caresses in all the right places and I knew I was owned and wanted by the best person I could ever have encountered.

We didn't reach the ending of the story on this occasion, which means there's hope for a another rubber infused episode in the future.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another journey deeper and deeper under your spell and I hope I did you proud as your plaything. You have introduced me to so many exciting situations and I hope our journey will carry on for as long as you want me as your slave.

Caution: This 02:18sec rubber DFP story clip has audio.

Mistress Averts Catastrophe

I am not sure what was going through my mind when I was preparing for today’s session. Everything appeared routine; pack your black kit bag, ring an hour before to confirm etc. I left home feeling excited as is usually the case when I am about to serve Mistress Maggie.

A peaceful, uneventful drive to the local supermarket close to The Chambers allows me to attend to last minute ablutions while I wait for the magical hour. It was when I returned to the car for final preparations and proudly don my slave collar when the catastrophe hit me like a steam train. I looked for my perv bag and it wasn’t there. I had left it in the garage awaiting pick up. The dilemma was that it would take a good 40 minute trip to retrieve the bag and that would put me 30 minutes late for Maggie. That certainly was not an option, so I took the decision to ring Maggie and admit my stupidity and forgetfulness.

Mistress is a truly remarkable owner. She could have flown off the handle and berated her stupid slave for, well, being so stupid. Instead, Mistress remained calm and indicated she had appropriate rubbers that I could wear during the session. The gloom I was feeling lifted like the morning mist. What could have been a catastrophe, turned out to be nothing more than a slight change of plans.

Despite my embarrassment I bounced up to the door, to be greeted by my beautiful Lady In Red. My stunning Mistress was wearing a skin tight pair of latex trousers teamed with a matching red latex waistcoat, her shiny black knee boots making a stark contrast to the red. 

With preliminaries completed and any embarrassment put to rest, I followed Mistress as close as I dared. This time, the stop on the stairs was quite deliberate and Mistress was allowing me another of my fantasies; to nuzzle and kiss those glorious buttocks. Another indication of how thoughtful and caring Maggie can be to her slaves.

One item I had remembered were my moulded socks. These were already on my feet as I had been wearing them since early morning and they feel great. I was invited to change into the suit and gloves that Maggie provided and they are a perfect fit and almost as comfortable as my Invincible suit. Once again, Mistress copes with any hiccough with remarkable aplomb and always has a plan B.

Now fully rubbered, I was allowed time to worship those beautiful boot covered legs. Up and down both boots, and of course remembering not to stray above the tops of them. Even after 232 sessions I still get the urge to stray but my training has been thorough and effective so below the boot line is where I stay.

After the nice boot session I was ordered onto the bed, face up and Mistress opened the crotch zip for her next operation. I knew that Mistress had been struggling with her injured shoulder in the recent few weeks and I was really grateful that she felt sufficiently well to continue my training. It was relatively easy on her shoulder to attach the steel humbler. Assembled, clamped around my balls and tightened so it wouldn’t drop off, it was then up to me to stand, open my legs and position it until it was seated across my buttocks and my cock and balls became tormented by its downward vice-like pull. 

Thoughtful as ever, Maggie encouraged me to wear knee pads and I knew I was going to need them. Of course tightening the humblers’ screws and spikes was pretty easy for Mistress and was completed without exacerbating her shoulder injury. My cock and balls certainly knew that the big, spiky squeeze was on. Mistress has her own way of ensuring the humbler remains in situ by attaching what appears to be some form of bungee elastic.

I can honestly say that the tight secure grip these straps give is a ‘pleasant’ sensation. Another of my ‘perhaps I shouldn’t have said that’ moments!

My uniform didn't feel complete without my slave slave collar, but naturally Mistress was able to conjure up an appropriate collar from her arsenal to replace my own and quickly secured it, with a lead snapped on I was off for a walk around the upper floor of the Chambers.

It’s a strange gait that you have to adopt. Legs slightly apart and short ‘steps’ on all fours, ensuring you don’t bang into door frames. As Mistress took in the pleasing view from her bedroom window I was invited to bury my nose in Mistresses slippers that were conveniently parked on the floor by the bed. No second bidding required and I eagerly buried my snout in both of them. They smell so Mistressy, so wonderful that I could have stayed sniffing for hours, but then I might have missed the second opportunity Mistress gave to her slave as she again took the lead and beckoned me to join her at the window, my view was rather different as I was to kneel behind her and admire and kiss her beautiful latex covered red orbs.

Back in the Playroom I thought my enjoyment was coming to an end. On the contrary. At the speed of a Formula 1 pit stop Maggie tightened up the nuts on the steel ball spikes ready for another circuit. Bringing along a tape measure she then decided to have more fun by adding a little more stretch, and eventually was satisfied that she had managed a 2” separation of balls from body and all without further damage to her shoulder. Of course the new tightness needed to be exercised and another walk ensued. This was more taxing because of the stretched nuts and extra pressure of the spikes on my balls. Still, any discomfort was definitely worth it, because I think Maggie was happy with the results of our little ball spiking and stretching extravaganza.

Relieved of the stretcher, two simple loop electrodes around my cock were attached before helping me into the skin tight rubber sheath suit. This required 100% concentration because I was determined not to lose balance and injure Mistress further. It worked and I was relieved as Maggie zipped up the suit and I eased myself onto the Playroom’s folding chair. No dramas here, although the tightness of the suit did result in me having to collapse onto the chair for the last 6”. Mistress said that securing straps would be too dangerous for her delicate shoulder but they really weren't needed. She did however manage a loose belt around my thighs to help keep a Hitachi vibrator secured against my groin.

I do love it when Mistress uses me for a new experience. I had been fitted with the System Mask earlier and this meant Maggie could apply a blindfold and give me a mouthful of rubber in the shape of a balloon gag. Today I was to receive two catheters, not down my cock but gently oiled and inserted up each nostril. The bulbs were gently inflated and that was it. Initially it was almost impossible to use them for breathing and I was relieved that the red gag allowed me to breath round it to maintain air supply. However it didn’t take me long to realise that by taking long, slow breaths I could actually breath through 2 catheters! That was just as well, because once I was managing my breathing better I detected the sweet scent of aromas as the open bottle was offered to one of the catheter tubes.

Mistress did take the opportunity of fixing a head harness to the overhead to ensure I remained steady in the chair. I spent quite a while breathing through the catheters and by the end I was really enjoying this breath control and the new experienced the catheters offered.

On went the Hitachi, slow at first then gradually more intense. I may have been blind, but I could feel Maggie gently caressing my tightly rubber covered body while receiving the occasional draft of aromas and the ever constant, ever increasing caress of the vibrator. Eventually the inevitable happened and I climaxed inside the suits. I had no choice, nor do I ever want one. Mistress plain and simply milked my balls.

I really enjoy fulfilling my promise to Mistress Maggie, to do whatever she wishes, immediately and without question. All the sessions are enjoyable but this Guinea Pig session with the catheters,  particularly special. Thank you Maggie for another spectacular unique session that I hope entertained you and in particular did no further damage to your tender shoulder.  

NB: This 01:47min intox breath play clip has audio.

Oh... and Wear your Big Pants!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2 * 2 Ltr rebreather bags

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

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

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

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

You Raise Me Up

Today, Mistress Maggie had to work very hard to achieve her planned activities and I really do appreciate all that effort that Maggie puts in while entertaining her slave. The day was ushered in with the obligatory calling mail, where I only got the merest hint as to what Mistress wished to do with her subject.

‘Your rubber Mistress will be working magic with her uncompromising ideas and hopes you can rise to the occasion.’

A single sentence that didn’t give much away, but sufficient to start me on my upwards path to get me ‘in the zone’. I arrived on time, and as always my senses were instantly being overwhelmed by the vision of Maggie as she greeting me in yet another latex ensemble that I have never seen before. Mistress is a stunning lady and her sensuality was certainly enhanced by the hotpants and corseted waistline she had chosen, in contrast her legs were adorned in striking tiger print tights and boots laced upto her knees. When I see Maggie I always start getting deep into my sub-space, ready and willing to do whatever…

The first task after following Mistress upstairs to The Playroom, admittedly as close as I dare to that wonderful bottom, was to disappear to the Bathroom returning in just my slave collar, black latex socks and black latex gloves, which incidentally are brand new, zipped and chlorinated from a well-known supplier. I have learnt that Maggie does appreciate having her bottom cheeks gently stroked by soft, chlorinated gloves and I hoped that later I might be allowed to give a few gentle strokes to those glorious globes.

Anyway, to the business in hand, I lay supine on the floor in front of the most wonderful woman and set about worshipping her black lace-ups. It appears that using the riding crop across any bits in range has now become somewhat of a ritual, and I am not sure how I would feel if Mistress didn’t grant me a few clouts with the crop. On this occasion I needn’t have worried, because Mistress had already decided that after she had put her crop down my backside was going to receive considerably more than a few strokes with a plethora of instruments.

On my knees in front of Mistress I was told to turn round with head on floor. That naturally thrust my backside high and tight into the Playroom air. It was time for me to be reminded what a good whipping was really like and not the playful strokes of her crop. When asked about preferences I naturally opted for the ‘softer’ flagellation implements and picking up a suede whip Maggie got my whipping lesson in motion.

That was only the start, as Maggie progressed through a series of suede whips before moving onto more substantial leather ones with far more impact. The strokes I received continued to land harder and harder until my ass was stinging. Maggie worked her way through belts, tawses and a dressage whip, I could actually hear its swish, swish as Mistress prepared and aimed the next blow; these things I had never encountered before. The final couple of whipping strokes did make me jump as Maggie changed to her single tailed whip. Now, that one can really deploy a most painful sting, and I was rather pleased when Maggie declared that was enough.

Relieved of further pain I was left with a stinging arse and a smile, because I had barely whimpered while Maggie was obviously getting pleasure from reminding me that a good whipping can be a good release for both Mistress and slave.

Whilst I was in that very convenient position, Mistress lubed my arse with a well-greased finger and a vibrating butt plug then inserted. That kept me buzzing for quite a while, but more about that later.

I was quickly dressed in my Invincible suit, then seated on a chair. Mistress set about giving my head a thorough cling filming followed by a silver duct tape layer. The cling film was so accurately and tightly moulded round my mouth that even when I tried to breath out nothing escaped round the cling film, the effect was like having the most secure and sound deadening gag that I have ever experienced. A cling film gag, now that is a novelty.  

The next phase required really hard work from my Mistress, her intention was to seal me in the leather body bag, strap me to The Plank and raise me up using the overhead gantry. We assembled The Plank, but then I made a tactical mistake by suggesting that I be fitted into the bodybag whilst standing then ease myself down onto The Plank. I’d made the simplest of miscalculations, thinking I could bend my knees to lower myself onto The Plank. No can do! The leather body bag is also leather lined making it tough and virtually rigid, so we decided the appropriate method would be to lie the sack on the plank and for me to gently ease myself in. That worked a treat and goes to show that I still have a lot of learning to do to help my Mistress.

Word of advice for any wannabe plankers, don't bounce down on the plank and certainly not in the middle. It is a very strong plank but even that might have its limits, so be gentle.

Once incarcerated in all that heavy leather, Mistress completed the final touches of zipping and lacing me in. With all the extra exertion caused by my poor choice of bagging, I too was showing signs of exertion. Remember, my head was still cling filmed and taped, all the extra air flow had to be via my nose and I was snorting as I drew in the extra air. Mistress asked if I was struggling, but when I tried to say I was OK I couldn’t get any air past the gag and as a consequence couldn’t convey anything to Maggie. Like the caring person she is, she interpreted my funny noises through the gag as distress. Off came the head covering greeted by a 'That feels better' from me.

In the period that I was wearing my head covering it was fantastic, as a bonus, by the way my head had been taped I could still see through my clingfilm covered eyes. Head wrapping is a big kink of mine and today’s wrap was an all too brief and wonderful experience. My only comment is that I may have benefitted from a little more slack around my neck. Still, no complaints.

While Mistress was still in my sights I rather cheekily commented that it was unlikely that I would get the opportunity to stroke her wonderful bottom now, what with my hands hidden deep inside my body bag’s internal sleeves. To my delight and utter amazement, Maggie straddled my face so I could stroke it with my mouth instead. Her glorious bum in black latex hot pants descended onto my face, and that kept me busy for a while. Another example of how kind and caring Mistress can be towards her slaves. I certainly didn’t delay in kissing that thin black latex line between her bum cheeks. Hmmm …

Still on the subject of face coverings, I was then fitted into a rather nice gas mask and the sack’s leather hood was pulled up around it. Tan straps were used to secure me to the Plank and chains strategically placed to facilitate my suspension on the Gantry. 

I don’t know what it is with my arse and vibrating butt plugs, but there always seems to be a hic-cough whereby batteries run out, the remote doesn’t work, or like today it turns off accidentally. I often wear my Invincible suit with its many zips, and there may be one of the problems. The zip and on-off switch are in close proximity, and I think that every time I move, the zip comes in contact with the vibrator’s switch and it’s only a matter of time before the contact results in the off button being pressed. The plugs would be all well and good if I was lying there naked with my legs in the air, but my sessions are not like that. Typically they include quite a bit of movement and heavier multilayer bondage, meaning a device can be disturbed but cannot be seen or accessed easily, less wiggling in delight from me might help too! Mistress went on to successfully excavate the errant butt plug and insert an electro egg up the vacated orifice. Strong sensations from her Sensavox electronic device were soon being felt in the dark depths of my back passage.

Before Mistress started the mammoth task of raising me, she extricated my cock through both my suit and body bag and I was suitably prepped for the big lift. In a similar vein to a sea shanty, Mistress belted out a few strains from ‘You Raise Me Up’ as she undertook the task of hoisting me up on the suspended chains. I started to mumble along with it too as I am familiar with the tune but not the words, so I looked up the lyrics when I got home and I thought the chorus is how I feel towards my wonderful owner.

    You raise me up so I can stand on mountains

    You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

    I am strong when I am on your shoulders

    You raise me up to more than I can be

Anyway, that mumbling was soon stopped when Mistress attached a big bubble bottle and aromas hose to my gas mask, and as I bubbled away quite merrily I’m sure I detected the wonderful scent of Eau de Maggie in the water. Mistress was a little concerned that I might need a neck pillow, but the hood of the bag provided an ideal support and I lay there very comfortable, gently swinging and just happy to be doing whatever Maggie wanted to do to her slave.

I felt a sound being inserted down into my cock, then something else in the same hole and … it turns out I easily accommodated 4 sounds down my urethra that Maggie proceeded to pleasure her slave with as she slowly glided them in and out. What is unusual and only evident from the post session analysis, was the lack of stimulation from the sprig of nettles that Maggie was teasing me with. I usually get a really nice tingle from the many and varied methods Mistress uses for nettling, and I felt disappointed that I missed the tingling stinging results from this seasons’ bunch. Still, the nettle season is far from over, so if I’m lucky…

Two more electrodes were attached; one to the sounds and the second to the base of my cock, once activated electric pulses were rolling all about my nether regions while Mistress helped me to become a better all-round slave by gradually extending my thresholds once again. 

Mistress Maggie told me that she had achieved what she had hoped with the body bag and plank suspension, and that she would have loved to keep her subject in the bag for a lot, lot longer, but the suspension took a little longer and all good things must end. 

I would like once more to thank Mistress Maggie for all the effort that she invested into today’s session and I am a really fortunate slave to be owned by such a wonderful, kind and caring, if occasionally a little sadistic Mistress. 

Caution: This 02:09min leather suspension clip has audio