A Load of Pee

Today I witnessed just how hard my professional dominatrix has to work to ensure her slave is receiving the 'appropriate' treatment. I am, of course referring to Mistress Maggie. I am full of admiration for the dedication and care that she lavishes on her charges. Perhaps I should start at the beginning and develop this thought. I will also have to give some detail about my private preparation and, dare I say, toilet habits! The reason why I consider such personal/private information will become apparent.

I usually go for a pee about 45 minutes before meeting Maggie. When I park, I go for another one and when Mistress sends me to the bathroom I have another one. By this stage my bladder should be empty and I should not embarrass myself and upset Maggie by asking if I could have a pee break. OK, you get the picture, empty bladder, no pee blah blah blah!

It was a very pleasant, rather warm day and I was beginning to regret wearing my jumper as I sauntered towards The Chambers, and I could only imagine how warm Mistress must have been feeling in her head to toe latex ensemble. She had greeted me in her figure hugging, tight black latex catsuit and her rather nice new shiny boots and, and to finish her total rubberisation, Maggie had on a tight open faced latex hood: In fact the epitome of my dream woman, which of course, she is.

I had already sent her a copy of my negative Covid test so fortunately we were soon climbing the stairs to The Playroom. Oh those hips and thighs and cheeks, all perfectly framed inside the tight latex. I would definitely have been prepared to bury my nose in the valley had Mistress done her 'normal' activity of stopping abruptly, as it was she didn't stop, which was probably for the best as I had received a serious caning last session for various infractions.

Upstairs, I was sent to change (and pee) and returned for my obligatory worship of Maggie's footwear. Again I was sorely tempted to stray from the boots and gently lick and kiss lower thighs, upper thighs and... well, let my tongue go on a bit of an adventure. But I didn't! I am better trained than that. Mistress used her hefty Mistress whip to beat a rhythm on my backside during worship and I imagined even just flicking her wrist whilst so tightly and completely enclosed in latex would be generating considerable heat, because I was starting to sweat even though I was only wearing latex gloves and socks.

Luxury of luxuries, with the boots suitably attended to I was even permitted a short period of caressing and kissing along the back of those glorious, rubber clad thighs and derrière. However, a phrase Maggie uses quite a lot is ‘Well slave there is no pleasure without pain’, and that was kind of the case today, because sitting back down on her worshipped bottom Maggie pulled a transparent latex bag over my head, pulling it closed under my chin. Although not 'painful' it certainly generated some heavy breathing on my part as I gazed through the semi translucent latex at the face of my beautiful owner. It did seem a very appropriate setting with me kneeling before my wonderful Mistress dependant on her for the very air I was allowed to receive.

Getting me into my Invincible catsuit caused a real problem for the first time. Normally I can get into it almost unaided but not today. I think it was because I was starting to sweat more and more. Maggie talc'd the inside and I tried the normal routine making sure all zips were fully open. Oh what a tangle I'd got myself in! I tugged and pulled and shuffled and shrugged and had to ask Maggie for considerable assistance. This was definitely unfair on my part as I could see my poor Mistress getting warmer and warmer as we struggled.  After what seemed an eternity and one monumental struggle, I was finally able to zip up the suit to the chin but even the zipping was a struggle. I was pooped, and despite the room fan being on I could see Mistress was heating up from all the exertion and I was very happy when she indicated a short breather was required. 

A red latex hood was fitted before following Mistress into The Clinic where she explained I was to receive a catheter for the remainder of the session. Fine by me as I am now used to and dare I say rather enjoy the feeling of Maggie gently inserting a rubber tube deep into my innards. Before the successful insertion Maggie just couldn't resist the opportunity of smothering her charge both with her latex covered hands and with the rubber operating sheet. Sometimes I get the impression Maggie gets a real buzz from seeing her charges gasping for breath, and this willing slave was making no attempt to resist her absolute authority. 

The gloves aren't too bad because with a little twisting of the mouth I could gain just sufficient air so as not to have to complain. Now the rubber sheet on the other hand is a different proposition. It seals itself to the rubber hood you are wearing and that's it! Absolutely NO air and some most peculiar sounds as you breathe out, until you can breath out no longer!

The catheterisation was routine. After creating a sterile area, the anaesthetic fluid inserted down the urethra tingles initially, actually quite a pleasant tingle, then a 5 minute wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. It is testament to how good Maggie is with catheters that all the fluid was emptied down the urethra with no spillage and I couldn't even tell when the tube was inserted and the bulb inflated. What I did notice in the 5 minute wait period was Mistress casually enjoying a little late lunch. I was securely strapped to the couch but I could just glimpse Maggie through the mouth hole, yes a bit of an oblique angle, but I couldn't get the eyeholes focussed. Oh and I was enjoying a little e-stim that Maggie thought appropriate whilst she enjoyed her break. Not too rigorous but sufficient to draw my attention.

 

Mistress had earned that 5 minute break because up to that time she had worked extremely hard on her slave. What did start to be of concern was Mistress saying with a wry smile that she would leave fitting the catheter bag until later and that I would remain clamped until she decided otherwise. A little uncomfortable because I was just starting to feel some contents in my bladder but of course, there it stayed.

Moving back to The Playroom where I was ordered onto my knees with forehead on the floor, Maggie fiddled with my anal zip and prepared me for inserting a smallish butt plug. The size wasn't its main attraction as Mistress put it through its paces through a myriad of buzzing and vibrating cycles. I think Maggie found that most amusing as she could just about get it to play a buzzing tune. The plug was self contained with the on/off and programming button sitting nicely on its base. I mention its construction because this did cause some issues later as I was suspended from the rafters. Anyway, it was set off buzzing away and sealed inside my bum. 

The inflatable hood that went on next was, I think, my first experience with this piece of kit. At first I thought it was quite a loose fit and would no doubt leak air round the seams and mouth piece and I wondered if Mistress was aware of these potential failings? That was until it was pumped up heavily. Just a couple more pumps for good luck... and oh boy what a piece of kit when fully pumped. I just love the feel and the fit and the sheer air-tightness of this hood. I could see clearly after Mistress had demisted the lenses and just loved wearing it, and thank you Maggie for allowing me the chance.

We have developed a relatively simple and efficient way of launching me on my flying experiences that importantly, particularly in the current warmth, is relatively easy on my poor Mistress. Maggie retrieved the very heavy leather body harness from its storage box in the corner of the Playroom, and after loosening the straps I was able to wriggle my head into the appropriate place ready for Mistress to tighten them all. I recall back to my earlier days when I was a complete novice and had to rely on comprehensive instruction to get it right, but now with the appropriate training, I manage to get it ready for Maggie. With a little more training perhaps I will be able to fasten the straps and... that is for the future and dependant on Mistresses wishes.

Once strapped in, I was even able to attach the carabiners to the centre ring so I was standing comfortably yet attached to the ceiling; more excellent training! From that secure stance it is a relatively easy action to rest each leg in turn, slip them in the stirrups that Mistress had attached to the overhead suspension bar and et voila we have lift off. Relatively close to the ground, but all the same fully suspended. All that was left was for Maggie to pull on the pulley to lift the stirrups to whatever height she wanted. Once again I felt a little guilty that my Mistress was having to hoist a beefy slave on such a warm day but at least the first part of harnessing and swinging was relatively easy.

At last, I received the welcome relief of the rubber bag being attached to the catheter. It is rather strange, the sensation is not one of peeing, that familiar relief of standing there and peeing but more just a simple relaxation of the bladder pressure. That is part of what is meant by being under someone's total control I suppose (and I love it). 

Of course there was no way that Mistress would not take advantage of my suspended situation and first with a few tugs on my cock set me slowly swinging. That clearly didn't do enough for Maggie's needs and soon she disappeared, returning soon after with the heavy wooden block that she proceeded to attach to my balls, with the help of some old nylons and a carabiner.  

Now this did seem to float Maggie's boat in terms of torturing her slave. With my pumped up hands safely secured to stop them wandering and the block swinging freely, a quick grab of either cock or balls had me swinging like a pendulum, or squalling like a wimp when she purposely dug her nails into my tender flesh. I have to say another thank you because every now and then I was granted another whiff of aroma from my Mistress. When I mentioned that the vibrating anal toy had stopped working she seemed to enjoy trying to kick start it with her boot. That didn't work and after a few more boots, acknowledged it was not going to restart. It turns out the anal zipper on my suit was so tight when I was in the harness that it was pressing on the on/off button which, of course turned it off!

Two final points I would like mention, one relevant to the opening comments about pee; when we emptied the rubber bag at the end, it was absolutely full to bursting and in fact resembled an over stuffed salami. I have no idea how I had managed to accumulate so much pee, especially as I hadn't consumed any fluid for 45 minutes prior to arrival. The second point relates to Mistress asking me to help her out of her catsuit when our session had ended. As I unzipped the back of the suit, I could see (and wished I could have tasted) the fine layer of perspiration that was covering that perfect back. I didn't dare touch but it certainly reinforced how much work Maggie had invested on her slave. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

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Expunged and Inflated

Imagine the scene. I knock, and after an appropriate delay I am greeted, firstly with the sight of a big red dildo, then by a red latex clad beauty. Mistress Maggie was wearing a pair of tights composed of a really unusual material. It looked latexy and just like latex it certainly hugged her beautiful legs (lucky tights), yet it was not latex. The tights had a black sheen but certainly not as glossy as the brand new boots Mistress was sporting. All in all I started to drool at the sight of my beautiful dominatrix and this time I made no bones about trying to get close to that perfect derriere that was so teasing as we climbed the stairs.  

All sins expunged

The sight, sound and scent all reinforced why I am so devoted to Maggie. I think of my promise to my owner and reaffirm, silently, that I would do anything Mistress asks immediately and without hesitation. I really am under the spell of this mischievous, magnificent maiden. 

Oh, and by the way, I was a little apprehensive about the size of the dildo waving happily in my direction. It may just be that with it being bright red the girth was more visible than other black ones that have made their way up my bum, or was it truly bigger than my previous visitors? No matter, with any luck I would be able to gauge the size of Maggie’s new joy toy in the very near future.

After disrobing in the bathroom and returning in latex socks and gloves, I was given the opportunity to get up close and personal with the new boots. I did feel privileged when Maggie mentioned I was the first slave to be given the honour with the new boots and I worked doubly hard to ensure they remained sparklingly clean. I also was granted a couple of moments licking a small area of the black tights. They certainly licked like rubber and had I been blindfold I might have mistaken them for latex. There are a few tell tale signs that differentiate them; the smell, or rather the lack of latex smell, there is a slight 'material' feel on the tongue which isn't evident with  latex, but all in all they are a wonderful addition to my licking experiences. 

What was a little more of a concern was the matter of fact way that Maggie recounted a series of infractions that had occurred, and not necessarily since my last punishment, these were to be taken care of following my worship. Many times in the past I have been so engrossed with boot cleaning that I didn't want that part to end. On this occasion I was hoping that it wouldn't end because of the descriptions of what I was about to receive and why.

But alas, there was no way of escaping the strokes and I was un-ceremonially draped over the horse and lashed down with Maggie's white rope, tight enough to reinforce this was a punishment and not a sensual flogging. Punished as follows -

Beating with a leather butterfly crop, 12 strokes with it for a crackpot remark I had made on twitter

Over the knee spanking for sucking hard on the piss pants tube and sealing Maggie tightly inside them, meaning she had been unable to assess the success of her latest watersports setup back in July ’21, leading to 6 extra junior cane strokes for being cheeky about the sucking. At the time it was amusing but after the junior cane the remark was not so funny!

12 strokes with the senior cane for surreptitiously pumping aromas when not authorised way back in November ’19.

As this was a punishment, all strokes were delivered quickly, without hesitation and straight on the bare arse. Mistress may have a memory like an elephant but is always fair, and at the end of the punishment she did state all past sins were now expunged and the slate wiped clean (or was it whipped clean?).

Once again, I was relieved, or rather the heat in my ass was relieved when I was slipped quickly into my latex suit. The relief of the cooling rubber is really palpable and I breathed a sigh of relief as Mistress attached a lead and walked me through to the Clinic.

I clambered onto the centre of the couch in response to a barely perceptible gesture, which I am getting better at recognising due to my training, and instructed to slide down the couch so my ass was over the end and legs firmly up in the stirrups. I think I was about to be introduced to Big Red! 

I am a very lucky slave to be honoured with an incredible pegging by an incredible Mistress and after the initial shock when Big Red makes the first incision and slips through the sphincter, I was in heaven. To be well and truly taken in such a manner must rank as one of the greatest exchanges a slave can receive from his Mistress. Unlike the punishment this ended all too quickly, but as a reminder of my trip to heaven Mistress inserted the long string of anal balls. Four in total on a semi rigid stem, which result in approximately 12" of insertion up your back passage. Once in, the back zip was closed and the balls hidden safely out of sight.

I then helped Maggie with attaching the extension to the couch to allow me to lie almost flat, and once the extension was attached I was helped into a second latex suit. This was comfortable and of light construction and I thought it strange that Mistress would grant me this luxury as she guided me back onto the now flat couch and eased me into the inflatable hood. With a bit of adjustment and a little struggling, the hood was also able to accommodate an anaesthesia mask to allow nose breathing. This is an important innovation because without this, any aroma delivered would be into the mouth and this has proved less effective than nasal inhalation. At this point Maggie changed into her medical gown and I knew the 'operation' I had requested was imminent.

The inflatable hood was pumped up and a few puffs of aromas had me ready and relaxed for what was about to happen. Last time I suggested an operation so it could have been several options; needle work to stomach, needle work to nipples, catheter sewn into cock... Maggie chose to de-male me by sewing the end of my penis neatly away from view by covering it with my ball sack.

Naturally, as you would expect from such a professional, Maggie thoroughly cleaned the area of the operation before inserting the first suture. Regular infusions of aromas were offered and willingly accepted, maintaining a great calm that I was able to sustain through all 6 sutures. Being intimately handled by a fantastic surgeon results in a pathetic cock attempting to become a little less pathetic. The stitches soon put an end to that idea and I was still left with a pathetic cock, but this time straining for greatness that in its current predicament could never happen.

All pumped up with nowhere to go!

It hadn't registered until now that the second suit that I was comfortable wearing was inflatable to match the hood. I was soon made aware of this remarkable capability when Maggie attached the pump and things suddenly got a lot tighter. Mistress pumped and pumped but fortunately the strong couch straps contained a lot of pressure so it was snug but not huge. Every now and then, Maggie allowed me periods without the aroma tube, treating me to lungfuls of her own exhaled air instead. That was warm and very sweet and was indeed another little luxury I had not expected. 

It was a good job that I was securely strapped, because Mistress decided on some electrical fun with her electro drum brush coupled with an electro pad round where my cock used to be, and proceeded to beat out a quick tattoo across my sutures. I thought the punishment beatings hurt but this was almost unbearable. I tried to endure the sharp stabbing pains for as long as I could because I knew my discomfort was giving amusement to Mistress.

I have said in the past Maggie is not an out and out sadist and is aware of threshold levels that her subjects can endure. After a while I could tell from her voice that the idea of moderating her electric torture may have her somewhat disappointed, and my screaming died away to a low moan of satisfaction as her phone rang and there was a natural break in the excruciating pain. 

This used to be my c@@k!

The e-stim was only at level 10, normally a level I can accommodate, but I think the concentration of the electricity into the fine wire of the drum brush appeared to magnify the pain. As the call finished Mistress relented, having checked that the sutures were still in place she replaced the brush with a second electro  pad and all was well with the world.

It is so frustrating when your cock is so effectively sewn out of the way and your beautiful Mistress is gently stroking where your cock used to be, but I wouldn't exchange the experience for anything.

The final act from Mistress Maggie was to release all straps holding her slave in place and as she did so, I ballooned like a Michelin man. That tickled both of us and we closed the session in a happy frame of mind.

So, for next time, I suggested suspension isolation. Maggie has complete authority to interpret that as she wishes or to totally ignore. Watch this space and thank you Mistress for another exciting adventure.

Tingling Left I Am

Coming up to Star Wars Day (May the 4th), so I thought it appropriate to give the title a touch of ‘Yoda’, and hope its significance will all become clear!.

As instructed by Mistress Maggie, I now have the responsibility to suggest a scene or two I may enjoy for the session and then Mistress would either take it or leave it, or as is most likely, take it with several of her own ideas to enhance my playtime. Well, todays theme was total isolation and Maggie did say she could happily work with that.

One unexpected consequence of me suggesting the scenario is that I have far more time to think about which direction the session will take and with far more time comes the build up of far more frustration. At least a week before I can start dreaming...

I took the precaution of bringing flowers for Mistress Maggie on the grounds that she may just soften any punishments that I have incurred, and well, because I love Mistresses smile when I offer her the bouquet. It never works though; the reduction in punishments I mean, not the delightful smile that is always freely given.

Mistress was wearing a peplum skirt, yes I don't know what one is so I looked it up, but all I know is she looked fantastic. Her peplum was short, semi see through allowing me to see her fantastic figure underneath along with her translucent latex tights and a very fetching pair of black boots. Oh how I wanted to nuzzle my face in that rear as we climbed the stairs.

As part of my training I have learned that Maggie likes to test me on the stairs and occasionally abruptly stops, hangs out that glorious rear and waits for the inevitable contact, but remember,  'Control, control, you must learn control! – Yoda’.  So before my session starts I am on guard not wanting to annoy Maggie, the nuzzle may be allowed later but I must not take liberties with the temptress on the stairs!

After a gloriously long spell of boot worship actively encouraged by Mistresses crop across my buttocks when I was face down, or directed at my groin when I shifted to a full frontal position to get a better cleaning angle, I was allowed the luxury of once more being allowed to stroke Maggie's derrière. I have mentioned in previous blogs what a wonderful thrill it gives me so I will move on. Suffice is to say it is a wonderful thrill!

Plenty in the reservoir

A plain black hood attached to slave it was... and a plain black butt plug inserted in slave and pumped up it was... I know, Yoda never had a pumped up butt plug up his backside but it wasn't going to stop me enjoying Star Wars Day! And once safely secured inside my Invincible latex suit I was ready for my introduction to Maggie's newly finished inflatable straitjacket. It was agreed that inflation would not be appropriate today as I was to slide under the glass toilet box ready for some overdue refreshment. The straitjacket truly is a fantastic piece of kit that Mistress has created. With the rubber suit and two layers of rubber jacket, I was nicely warming and quite frankly ready for a drink. 

Maggie used the natural latex liner that attaches to the glass toilet by a ring of press studs, and the slaves head is positioned underneath it where there is a drinking tube that you can suck on to take refreshment. The downside is that all a slave can see is the barely transparent latex above and even when Maggie sat to pee, all I could discern was a growing shadow as the liquid covered the membrane. I must admit to loving the unrestricted sight when Mistress does not use the membrane as her glorious private... enough, off topic! There was a plentiful supply of piss and I was most intent on not losing one drop of Mistresses nectar.

Sucking on the tube as hard as I could and ... nothing. Maggie adjusted the path of the drinking tube and ... nothing again. I was beginning to wonder if this was another way Maggie had found to tease and torment her slave. 'In a dark place we find ourselves, and a little more knowledge lights our way – Yoda'. But no, after another adjustment, there was light at the end of the tunnel, the tube was freed of its kink and the pee made its way into my eager mouth. There was rather a good amount of the liquid and I set about sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing until every last drop was consumed. I did take my time savouring the juice, partly made up of recycled red wine from Mistress evening meal the night before. And why shouldn't I savour the moment, so many positives: Good wine, comfortable position, warm and cosy and in the presence of my ideal woman.

We then moved on to my suggestion from last time. I wanted to spend some time in strict isolation and Maggie was determined to grant me that fantasy. Boy did she go to town with the isolation part. Firstly, I was to be fitted with her mains powered cannula pump that her husband had invented. I am becoming quite a fan of this splendid little piece of equipment. The cannula was fitted into my nostrils and taped in place on top of the rubber hood to prevent slipping, its breathing tube could then fit through the small mouth aperture in the leather isolation helmet. After checking it was working, Maggie fastened up the all encompassing leather helmet that is tight, thick, very isolating and almost totally dark. The airflow was sufficient through the cannula to keep the slave alive, well aerated and supplied with hallucinating aroma vapours throughout my period of isolation.

I say almost totally in the dark because I was able to see the faintest glimmer of light, I think it was coming in round the reinforced nose holes. Anyway it was just sufficient to allow me a slight contact with the real outside world. Perhaps I should mention this to Mistress because a simple piece of sticky tape across the holes would render you completely in the dark, and then again, perhaps I shouldn't! ‘When you look at the dark side, careful you must be. For the dark side looks back – Yoda.’

And the final part of my incarceration came with me being secured into the leather body bag. Strapped up tight and attached to the bed with clasps I was happy lying there, looking at my little chink of light,  but above all fantasising about how lucky I am having such a truly remarkable Dominatrix who has seen fit to help this poor slave. 

I did confess to Mistress that some of my dreams about her were definitely against the rules, but she didn't seem to mind because, after all, what could a blinded isolated soul achieve but dream.

The final isolation came in the form of headphones that were placed over the isolation hood. The only sound I heard for the whole of the remainder of the session was the white noise through the phones. Nothing else. No sense of Mistress moving around. I didn't know if I was left totally alone or was Mistress relaxing on her throne in the corner, I just didn't know. But one thing I did know was that I felt totally safe in Mistresses hands no matter where she was in relation to the Playroom. Every now and then I did sense Maggie's presence and feel her further tightening the straps of the bodybag.

Cannula pump in use.

I was dragged abruptly back to reality and I knew Maggie was close by when I could feel her opening the zips in the body bag, delving inside my suit and extracting my cock and balls. This was definitely not what I expected when we began our isolation session but equally so I have mentioned that Mistress is never predictable and she is happy to add her own embellishments to the scene. 

I should have realised what was about to happen, because earlier in the session Mistress was having a coughing fit and had asked me to fetch a glass of water, on my exit to the bathroom she did mention that I should be careful to return with the right glass.

As I’d looked around the bathroom as to what she might be referring to, I’d spotted a thin, whispery sprig of nettle and promptly forgot the incident. Until now that was. I could feel something sharp running up and down the head of my cock and gradually that familiar tingling occurred that indicates that the sprig of nettles was now being put to good use. Remember, I was still blind and couldn't hear so all my sensations were now focussed on my groin.

After Maggie was satisfied with the actions of the pinwheel and nettle, two bullet vibrators were placed inside the crotch of my suit and everything zipped back up nice and tight. I have to admit, that with all the sensation in my cock and balls I actually started to hump. Try as I might, and I did try, I couldn't generate enough friction to force a climax, and even when Mistress started to caress the leather covered slave, I was left high and dry and very frustrated. In a sense I was pleased, because when I was finally given my hearing back, Maggie did say she would have just kept on tormenting me even after any orgasm!  Quite lucky really as I was able to remain on a high right through to the final act of disrobing. 

As to why I used the title 'Tingling Left I Am.' The nettle crop although only a willowy twig of that fine plant, must have been fresh and very stingy. I don't think I have left the Chambers before with such a tingling cock and even when I showered later, I could still sense the tingling sensation that was the legacy of yet another unique session with a truly unique Mistress Maggie. I hope that everyone else will experience this and it  'Happens to every guy sometimes this does – Yoda'.

High Flying

‘Your rubber Mistress will have you floating away with a dancing queen who will lure you into inescapable positions that will take more than your breath away.’

My calling mail from Mistress tends to suggest that my session would be conducted in the main Playroom, where Mistress Maggie will ensure I am subjected to a lot of rubber, and that I will probably end up in severe bondage with quite a modicum of breath play; practice is needed in this discipline because of my poor performance in the last session. However, a lot was still left to my imagination and had me looking forward to another exciting session.

Enough hypothesis, despite the covid restrictions being eased, I had completed a RLFT in the morning and wore my mask in preparation for arriving at the Chambers. One extra thing I chose to carry was a nice bottle of red wine for Maggie following a comical Tweet where she had stated:

‘You have to be careful with wine and rubbery legs you know, sometimes they can be a dangerous combination.’

I love dangerous combinations with Maggie so …

Maggie and I had time for a little talk about future directions, and once we had agreed a path that was favourable to us both it was time for a spot of boot worship. Mistress was wearing the long black thigh length PVC boots, and the throne where she sat awaiting her worship had been moved across the Playroom, to a temporary location next to the bed. It doesn't take long for me to be totally immersed in my servitude to my fantastic owner and long slow licks and kisses were being delivered once again by my eager tongue, accentuated by some encouragement from Maggie as she took my head between her hands then with instructions to ‘Keep your tongue out slave’, she physically moved my head up and down the boot. That suited me well as it was then out of my control where my head went! 

Actually, with the worship finished my head went straight into a shiny latex hood, quickly followed by my heavy latex body suit, and although I didn’t know it right now, it would end up in far more adventurous situations later…

The recent pandemic lockdowns have done nothing for my asshole except perhaps made it shrink and Mistress is still on a mission to restore it to its pre-covid state. Now I am back to regular sessions with Maggie the butt plug is getting easier and easier to insert and in it went with virtually no pressure required. I am pleased with the progress in stretching my anus and Mistress is doing a fine job of gradually opening up the orifice again.

Now that I was nicely fully rubbered it was time for a little relaxation by way of some rubber dancing. A gas mask and aroma hose were added to my uniform and I suspect that Mistress had been busy with her de-mister, because the vision through the lenses was as clear as day. I could see Maggie as she retrieved her short bushy whip, and could see and hear as she used her i-phone to select some music. A few lungful's of magical aromas and we were off; Maggie swinging her whip, me swinging my dangling hose and both swinging our hips to the beats and rhythms of Gary Numan. I must say I dance like the old fart that I am, dad dancing, but it allowed me to hold my goddess momentarily as we moved round the centre of the room almost in time with the music, (Maggie was, I wasn't). The close dance did somewhat restrict Maggie's back swing but she managed a steady tattoo of suede on rubber which I found most pleasurable.

I’m not sure if I’d been made to dance in order to keep my waistline trim, if so it hadn’t worked because Maggie’s next trick was to squeeze me into a heavy leather bondage corset. When I am having the waist cincher fitted I have found it is sensible to grasp the overhead gantry with both arms. This allows for a taught torso, a tighter fit, and of course your arms do not get in the way as Maggie pulls hard to tighten and secure each of the three straps in turn.

I could now see why the throne had been placed at the far side of the Playroom; to make moving it into a position under the overhead gantry simpler, and as the scene developed it was quite obvious that my freedom would be a long time coming. Mistress secured me to the chair with black ropes and adjusted the wall mirror so that I had a clear and uninterrupted view of the demanding predicament she was fixing her willing slave into. The gas mask came off and a large dildo gag strapped on instead. Now from what I have read on the internet, there is only one use of a dildo in this orientation... 

Well, any use of the dildo certainly wasn't going to be easy as Maggie then retrieved and fixed my head in her stocks and chained the stocks to the overhead gantry. After some initial pressure on my Adams apple we agreed that the best position would be to attach my leather mitted gloves much higher up the securing chains and et voila, perfect. The upper arms took the weight of the stocks, the chains took the weight of my arms and I think I could have stayed in that position for a considerable time, certainly long enough for Maggie to get her enjoyment from her gagged and captivate victim.

By the beam on her face I believe that some of that enjoyment came from attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and watching me jingle jangle in the stocks as she played with the controls, but I think most of her enjoyment and certainly the most frustrating for this slave was the lascivious way that Mistress stood directly in front of her slave, lifting her skirt to show off her wonderful bare bottom, snapping her latex g-string, moving it teasingly to one side and touching herself in the places where a dildo might go. Now that IS torture. There I was, just three feet from my Mistresses private parts, with a huge dildo ready for some form of action and my cock throbbing away to the rhythm of the electrics. My mind was starting to run wild and I was hoping against hope that the red wine may have the 'dangerous result' stated earlier. I should point out that apart from special occasions Mistress doesn't consume alcohol or aromas during sessions, as she prefers to be 100% compos mentis when playing with her charges. 

Mistress did slide closer and ask in that very sensual tone that only Maggie can achieve what my intentions were for using the dildo gag. I mean, how suggestive is that and I did fleetingly have an image in my imagination of Mistress climbing up to straddle the stocks and deeply sink the dildo... stupid, impractical and impossible idea but these strange thoughts do materialise when I am being severely teased and tormented by my very beautiful and mischievous owner.

My lustful imaginings were quashed when Mistress removed the dildo gag from my drooling mouth and released me from the throne. Naturally, as any good slave should, I offered to put the heavy stocks away, and picking them up I was directed to carry them to a corner inside the cell where there was space to store them. Yes I fell for it. As I was carefully leaning the stocks up, Maggie whipped the cell door shut and locked it. I don't think it was planned but an impromptu bit of fun on Mistresses part. At least she knew I wouldn’t be able to get up to mischief as she tidied other items away and liberated the heavy suspension harness from its storage box.

More slave duties were required as I helped attach the heavyweight D suspension unit to the ceiling ring and stood with carabiners in hand ready to be fitted into the suspension harness. For the second time in a day I was having thick leather straps secured nice and tight round my body, with a little play in the actual suspension straps. As an aside, taking a little time to adjust the straps through your crotch is a good idea, as trapping a bit of ball sac can be all too easy and a difficult problem for Mistress to detect until sorely too late. Without knowing what Maggie’s intentions may be I was still really glad I was able to help with the assembly of the heavy harness, also without the adjustments I know I would have been whimpering after a few moments hanging and that would ruin Maggie's fun, as her sadistic pleasures are usually dished out in a more deviously calculated form.

Hoist yourself up on tip toes so Maggie can attach the carabiners to the overhead and then raise one leg in turn so Mistress can attach the stirrups. That was the easiest suspension that we have achieved. The harness did its job, the stirrups did their job and I just lay back in a very comfortable position, but I wasn’t allowed to fall asleep just yet, not until I was in a gas mask and puffing on a 3 litre rebreather bag. After some initial observation from Maggie she chose to leave the air tap open and I could take long slow deep breaths, and after a short while I had fully mastered the art of regular rebreathing and I believe I could have remained like that for a long while. 

I was swinging happily gazing through the clear lenses at my beautiful Mistress, thinking the occasional naughty thoughts. The thing about crystal clear lenses is that you see everything that is approaching, in this case it was the pair of bug-eyed lens covers and they didn’t stop approaching until they were covering my eyes. I haven't worn them for a while but they are still just as effective at eliminating all light. And so it came to pass that I was now left swinging in total darkness for what seemed like ages, with no sense of time and absolutely no idea of Mistress’s next playful approach. It crept up very silently but I knew when it happened as I was jolted back from my blissful ignorance with a sharp slap on cock and balls, followed by a playful tug on my freshly slapped cock just to get a steady swinging momentum, then nothing except passing time… 

Then another slap, then a crack then a pull... This sequence of events continued, all the while accompanied by the heavy rubber breathing and groaning as the chains adjusted to the swing. By then I didn't know if I was coming or going so... I ejaculated!!! It seemed like the only possible outcome with all the stimulation throughout the session.

I am pleased to say that all my training is having a distinct positive effect on my ability to be Maggie's slave. I can tolerate and even enjoy the teasing and torment Mistress Maggie puts me through. We can now very easily get me comfortable in the swinging harness and I think I am better able to cope with the rebreather situation. What I still struggle with is stopping me from cumming, but I suspect that is exactly where my Mistress wants to keep her slave. That way she dictates when or if I am allowed to relieve myself and I have no control. Exactly as it should be.

Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

🎄🎄🎄

This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

Sometimes Truth Hurts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beautiful Autumn Colours

I knew that Mistress Maggie may be taking me out for a walk, because her calling email arrived at the start of the week, asking if I could attend an hour earlier. 

‘Slave, you may need to attend earlier than usual this Friday if you are able, so we can take advantage of the daylight, having some fun taking outdoor photos in latex with Autumnal setting…’

What a question. Of course I replied in the affirmative, but I would have been ready to start there and then! This was the Monday preceding our Friday appointment giving me a whole four extra days to get excited, I even managed to do some private latex wearing, although it is never as good as being with Mistress. 

What a beautiful location for worshipping a beautiful woman.
That is the upturned bucket hat Maggie is sitting on.
Lucky bucket!

I have very fond memories of our earlier excursion to the woods and wondered if it would be the same venue as our previous outing. Last time it was spring and the woodland was in pristine green, whereas this week was well into autumn. When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress soon revealed the mystery of her secret venue, and yes we would be returning to the same woodland. Yippee! The new Covid formalities that have become the norm were quickly completed. Yes I had remembered my mask. Yes I had completed a negative RLFT that morning. Yes I passed Maggie's temperature test and finally gave my hands a good sanitise. I was a little early, about three minutes, but Mistress was superbly dressed in her all black latex ensemble and ready to welcome me in.

We would be going to the woods in my vehicle so I had parked close to the chambers to ensure that Mistress didn't have too far to walk. It was only fair because of all the hard work and planning she invests in her slaves, on this occasion she had drawn a story board which quickly educated me on the three main shots she wished to capture, and we spent a few moments going over her plans: slave to concentrate on his deportment, maintain a proud and upright stature, not to get too close...  and the remainder just flowed in and around me as I was drawn repeatedly back to how ravishing my Mistress was with the heat of the latex radiating from her absolutely stunning outfit.

Mistress then helped me to get dressed for our little trip. In my last session we had learned that by being more careful donning my latex catsuit I should be able to achieve a perfect fit, spending a little more time pulling it up properly and easing the crotch area into my crotch did the trick and I was already halfway to being a decent looking rubber chauffeur for Maggie. Did I detect a little linger by Maggie as she polished off the few smears of talc? Perhaps. For once, latex socks were not allowed, as it is not at all easy to get into my Hunter boots wearing those. Speaking of which, Mistress taped over the boot logo so as not to detract from the overall appearance, and after checking her supply bucket had all the props we needed in it we donned our coats and we were off.

A quick rubber glove over the hose soon had me gasping and
begging for air as Maggie teased me with some outdoor breath play!

The short drive to our location was uneventful, unlike the final short walk to the glade which did have its moments. I had put my wellies on when we alighted from the car whereas Mistress kept her trainers on; a very sensible precaution as her thigh boots could have ended up in a right sludgy mess. As we walked, me carrying the bucket and tripod and Maggie carrying the camera, our chosen path went through what can only be described as a quagmire. My boots were fine but as Maggie made her way gingerly across, her foot sunk into the mud and as she extricated it, off came the trainer! I quickly grabbed the camera as somehow Maggie managed to hop out of the quagmire and lean over to fish out the errant shoe. Luckily that was the end of the problems and a few yards further on we arrived at the perfect location.

In hindsight that little bog effectively ruled out any casual walkers, which meant we didn't see a soul throughout the shoot. It was a really marvellous location. The floor was carpeted with a dappled covering of leaves with all the autumnal colours, while not all of the leaves had fallen yet leaving some added interest in the trees. One thing noticeable from our previous outing here was the traffic noise. With the trees heavily covered in leaves all external sound was deadened on our last visit, whereas today the noise from the nearby fast road was certainly audible. 

Under Maggie’s expert direction I was soon walking on a lead, devoting myself to her thigh length boots and being starved of air in a breath control scene, the three outlined scenarios had been covered and Maggie was happy with her photos and videos. Looking at the pictures I think that if I am fortunate enough to be considered a suitable model again, I will suggest to Mistress an open faced mask under the gas mask, so we don't have to see any of this useless slaves rather large neckline.

Breathe deeply slave

Unfortunately it was time to leave, everything was tidied away back into the handy bucket, and we donned our coats which I had hung on a convenient branch. Making our way back to my car, this time being very cautious when traversing the bog, we did see a couple of people on another path, but after a cheery hello no one took any notice. Not that I would blame them if they did, after all Maggie looked a vision in her pale padded coat, all snug in her pulled up fur lined hood, with her latex hood framed perfectly inside it: she looked absolutely wonderful.

A quick coffee was eagerly consumed back at the Chambers before Mistress announced, ‘Upstairs slave. I have unfinished business.’ Mistress said that she had not been to the toilet all afternoon and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity, now was the time and she would be feeding her toilet slave. I was allowed a little more latex now and had to put on my rubber socks, Mistress then fitted me with a latex face mask with eye holes and a nice wide mouth hole, before being ordered under the toilet box to wait for my desserts. 

That’s one quite amusing situation to find yourself in! With a little craning of the neck I can just peep over the rim of the toilet, I’m sure Mistress must get a hugely amusing view just seeing the top of a latex head straining to see out of the toilet. I digress. I could just catch a glimpse of Mistress pouring some aromas onto a waiting towel then placing the aroma soaked portion over my nose whilst leaving the remainder trailing out of the pan and over the seat. Maggie closed the toilet lid and there I lay, very comfortable in the latex neck ruff and breathing in the heady aromas scent. I don't know what it is about aromas but I was getting more relaxed yet more excited about what was about to be delivered with every intake of breath.

Drink deeply slave!

Left in semi darkness, gently breathing, getting more aroused and contemplating what a marvellous afternoon I had already experienced, I heard the almost silent swish of a zip and hoped that was Mistress preparing to deliver a very welcome drink. The aromas had really worked and I was ready and eager for a thirst quenching drink, or for that matter, ready and willing for anything that could possibly please Mistress.

As it happened I didn't have long to wait until I was able to admire the beautiful view as darkness descended and Maggie took a seat above me. Mistress has a remarkable ability of regulating her flow so that it doesn't overwhelm her subject, what isn't predictable is the precise angle the nectar will be delivered. There the slave has to look and make lightening fast adjustments if he is to catch as much as he can, I am quite adept at this but not yet perfect, and occasionally I get a good dollop that seeps inside my hood and settles at the back of my head. I mention this because Mistress got quite a moist surprise when it came to removing my hood later, and I think it is my slave duty to make it my policy to warn her in future.

Remaining in my catsuit it was now time for some confining latex bondage. Maggie was searching through the huge selection of hoods that she keeps in her hood drawer, eventually finding the one she was looking for; an unusual looking hood with perforated eyes and rather a lot of tubes, two of which were inserted up my nose. She then worked hard to get me encased in her new latex bondage sack. I had seen this previously when Maggie took delivery of it before the Covid outbreak, it was designed to be neck entry, no zips and capable of being used as a vac sac. We both agreed at the time that there was no way I could get into the neck opening no matter how stretchy, and neither would her other mature rubberists. During lockdown Maggie had taken time to put a back zip in it, even with the zip fully opened it was a tight squeeze to get me in, but with a lot of pushing and pulling the zipper could finally be pulled right to the top and there I stood precariously balancing inside the tight bag. Maggie had me hop backwards towards the cage door, where a leather strap tethering me to the bars soon resolved any problems of slave instability.

Stand to attention slave, and don't play with yourself!

Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking, but it was no good, my suit fits so well and is so snug that all I could achieve was an unproductive rub of my cock through the thick latex. I am not sure if Mistress knew I was trying to pleasure myself. Well, she will now!

Nothing else I could do after that except accept my double rubbered situation and watch through the perforations as Maggie relaxed on the bed. She is an absolutely mesmerising sight and I was quite happy just getting the occasional glimpse. However, tranquillity was soon shattered when Mistress, perhaps inspired by my alien appearance, had a desire for some entertainment and insisted that I recite Vogon poetry to her. That request totally flummoxed me and Mistress Maggie has posted on her Twitter feed some of the worst poetry you could ever imagine, courtesy of yours truly!

I was embarrassed at my complete inability to create any form of poetry, but thinking back that is probably the purpose of Vogon poetry? I even managed a Vogon song. On the positive side, the singing and poetry were SO bad that it made Mistress laugh - that was worth ALL the embarrassing poetry a captive slave could babble.

However, when I arrived home, the creative and poetic juices were still flowing without the delicious distractions of my beautiful Mistress doing her best to get her slave tied up in knots, and I came up with the following Vogon ditty -

Mistress has a faithful slave 

Its name is last-hole jo

And every where that Maggie goes

Her slave is sure to follow, close behind

I had a fabulous trip out into the wilderness; a fantastic, long and refreshing drink and time in a tight latex body bag. All in all another wonderful experience and what a day for fireworks!