CL=1/SA

I was glad to return to some semblance of normality following Mistress Maggie’s leg operation, although I’d had to arrange a Monday session, that being the first date we could both accommodate after Mistress Maggie's operation.

Mistress was predominantly dressed in black latex and an old familiar feeling began to overwhelm me as I followed her up to the Playroom. There were touches of red contrasting strongly with the black, particularly her long flowing ponytail, crisp red latex gloves and red belt. I have known my Mistress for over 10 years and I know the ponytail is false, but the effect is outstanding, particularly in the current configuration. You will see what I mean in the images. Suffice is to say, it didn’t take me long to be once more mesmerized and drawn back under the spell of a very sensual, sexy and dominant beautiful woman.

Mistress beckoned me onto my knees at her feet, where I was fitted with a rather snug fitting latex hood before I started worshipping her comfortable, long black boots. I was as gentle as gentle could be and I wasn’t sure if I was being too gentle, but again I didn’t want to aggravate her beautiful but still mending leg. The black lace up boots continued to receive my attentions whilst my backside was given the occasional caress with her butterfly crop, though I know from experience that the same crop can deliver quite a sting if tongue work on her leather boots were to displease her. Altogether, it felt a pretty good position for a slave to be in.

Conscious that Mistress’ leg was not fully recovered, I tried to take as much of the strain away from her movements by volunteering to move equipment and even, off my own initiative, moved the horse closer to where Maggie was sitting so that she could ease in my red plug from a sitting position. Maggie genuinely appreciated that, and although it seemed strange to be having my butt plug inserted before I was in my Invincible latex suit, it was more important that my ass was stretched back into action a.s.a.p. after its lack of practice. Strange because without the safety of the zip holding it in, I had to clench my buttocks to make sure it stayed there. I didn’t need to worry too long though, as I was soon inside my suit and zipped all the way to my hood, giving that restrictive feeling that only a good rubber catsuit can provide.

Mistress always helps with my dressing, as getting my arms into the suit’s sleeves on my own is usually a problem and once again she was happy to assist. If I am honest, I love the feeling when Mistress smooths the suit to ensue a snug fit and the sensations when I am polished all over with Mr. Sheen certainly pushes me yet further under Maggie’s spell. We talked and joked about what had happened since our previous session and fortunately Maggie could see the funny side when I quipped that her daily walks would probably be going in circles with one good leg and the other one yet to receive a similar operation… Mistress does have a sense of humour and doesn’t always punish her slaves for such remarks. After all Maggie does not need any reason to administer punishments, that’s one of the Chambers rules.

The red butt plug didn’t stay in for long and I was once more in a prone position along the horse with my zipper lowered and trusty red plug being eased out. It seems to have a mind of its own because it is far easier to insert than extract the plug. I suppose that’s how it should be. The plug wants to stay warm and hidden in its home… anyway it was to be replaced with an electro plug of a reasonably similar size, so I knew exactly what kind of  shocking experience may lie in store, well in my bum at least. The electrics were checked and I confirmed with a little jump and a sigh that I was receiving a good strong signal.

Maggie had decided that her slave should be bound in a contrasting red body harness that restricts both arm and leg movement, and after a good deal of buckling we were off to The Clinic. Once again Maggie called on her slave to perform a heavy task of fixing the leg extension onto the couch. It is indeed quite heavy and definitely requires two hands and bending down to ensure a clean, precise fit. This is not easy whilst trying to hold the electrode cables out of harms way and the harness restricting my movement.

A tip that I may have mentioned in a previous blog, but it is important so as not to overbalance the couch I suggest you mount the couch from the side, sit well back in the chair part and gently swing both legs onto the couches extension. It sounds easy and it is with a little care, practice and gentle movements. Once positioned, it was a relatively easy matter for Mistress to carry on buckling, making sure my arms were secured to my sides and my legs fixed together in a mummy type fashion, and once more fully at her mercy. I love that feeling every time I give my body to the Mistress I trust absolutely.

It was at this point that I realized that the bum electrodes had ceased to stimulate. I could just lie there and pretend it was ok but that is not what I have promised to my Mistress, so I mentioned the lack of sensation which I’ve come to learn will provoke a good amount of ‘tut-tutting’ from Mistress, thankfully the problem was easily rectified today, by reinserting one of the wires in its appropriate hole. It was just as well I mentioned it before the S10 gas mask was applied as communication is always a little muted though the gas mask. The mask was topped off with an open face mask which covered my head and completed my incarceration in total rubber. I do love that feeling where everything in my little world consists of rubber and Mistress. Nothing else matters but pleasing the most stunning person I know, and such a bonus that she is a rubber loving lady herself.

A few inches of bare skin were exposed as Maggie gently slipped open my crotch zip and tied a tight red rope tourniquet round the base of my cock and balls, a double looped electrode was positioned round my cock and a sticky electrode just above my guiche piercing.

Perhaps now is the right time to explain the title of this blog. I am not sure why but instead of growing to a reasonable size my pathetic cock shriveled to chipolata size. Mistress was somewhat disappointed, saying that as I got older my cock size was decreasing and in order to hide the embarrassing little prick she stuck some sticking plaster over it. Hence:

CL = 1/SA 

Where CL = cock length and SA = slaves age, hence the older I get the smaller my cock gets! 

Mistress announced that she would need to find the smallest available electrode for the smallest cock in the room. Now remember, Maggie had my butt plug running on pulse program and whilst she was out electrode hunting… well I just couldn’t stop it. Mistress had forced me to cum with nothing more than sticking plasters and e-stimming my bumhole. Well I suspect the thought and actions of my most sensual Mistress had a lot to do with me losing control!

Of course I told Mistress on her return but I oh so desperately wanted the session to continue and we progressed to the next stage of her plan. Maggie had announced on Twitter that she had obtained a glass bottle that she wanted to try out as a bubble bottle. Filled with water it created a very loud bubbling response from her slave, in fact probably the loudest breathing bubble noises I have experienced. The aroma delivery system was incorporated into the breathing system and I sunk, or elevated even further under Maggie's control and I was slowly anaesthetized by the aromas, restricted by bubble breathing and stimulated continually around my abdomen with a configuration that now included the smallest electrode in her vast arsenal. Could a slave get any higher sensations and feeling in the presence of his goddess?

Another new initiative was to be introduced in the form of Maggie's vital signs monitor. After all what good is the electro therapy if its efficacy cannot be measured. The new machine was duly plugged in and the blood pressure cuff placed on my arm and inflated and the pulse monitor clipped on a finger. This is a procedure that is probably well known by anyone who has had a health check with their nurse or doctor. The machine was certainly exuding all the expected beeps and noises, what was not quite as obvious were the effectiveness of the monitors through the thick latex of the suit and the thinner latex of the gloves. However readings were showing on her machine, and even if not totally accurate were sufficient to act as comparison (BP 124/63 which is accurate for me in a relaxed state)

The time had come for Maggie to determine whether increased electrotherapy affected my vital signs. Both nipple zips were opened and electro pads were stuck next to each nipple and then had nipple pumps attached, which Mistress really wound up so they were sucking hard on my nipples. Little did I know that these had electric capability as well. There I was with extended, bulging nipples flanked by these little pads and when their circuits were initialized I had power coursing through my cock and balls, power still inside with the bum plug and now power applied to each nipple. 

I was pleased when Mistress explained that she does not allow current across the chest which was why she has to arrange one effective channel per nipple. Mistress as always takes the safe approach with her slaves and I had read somewhere that an e-stim circuit from nipple to nipple can be dangerous. Once again, I knew I was in safe hands. 

I was in no doubt that my heart rate and pulse had increased a little with each increment of the e-stim dials, the vital signs machine confirmed it, and that my blood pressure had risen too!(BP 134/77)  It might be useful to explain that the sensations from the butt plug were somewhat overpowered by the other e-stim, and at one point I thought I might have become unplugged again!. It hadn’t, which was very evident at the end when other circuits were turned down then off.

Once again, my senses were teased by my beautiful Mistress as she turned around, spreading her latex apron flaps apart and gently placed her latex clad derriere just within reach of one of my tethered hands, as she bent away from me I was allowed to gently stroke that most sacred area. I enjoyed that trust from Mistress who knew I wouldn’t try to overstep her strict rules. I must admit it was not for want and desire to do so, but more the fact I was still strapped down. Final check of vital signs just to confirm I was still alive and the session came to a natural end, mores the pity.

Two interesting asides after I had returned home for my shower. The first was funny realizing that one of the sticky electrode pads was still firmly attached behind my scrotum and the second less pleasant when Mistress let me know I had left my slave collar in The Chamber with a sinister comment, ‘Oh well I will just tighten it an extra notch…’

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another very rewarding and enlightening session and as always, I will try to do better next time and I am DELIGHTED to know my next appointment is back to our 'normal' Friday.

Caution: This 1min3sec breath play clip has audio.

Do Pigs have Orgasms?

I have found this blog the most difficult to pen in all my 11 years of enjoyable training with Mistress Maggie and hence why it has taken more than a month for me to start the writing. As a result the narrative may be shorter than I would like and some of the finer details a little lost in the mists of time. This was the main reason why I started the blogs, in order to act as my memories, and I am disappointed with myself for this delay.

The problem was not that of session content, as always that was exemplary and Mistress was superb in her imagination and ingenuity, nor was the problem with anything but my own sub-space. The session was likely to be the last for a long, long time due to Mistress needing essential medical maintenance on one of those beautiful legs. This enforced abstinence made me realise that it would be a while before I could once more serve and this did my head in. However, that off my chest, the words are starting to flow and I must write what I can remember of the session.

I didn’t arrive empty handed, instead I brought a bunch of flowers for Mistress, purely because she likes them and deserves them, and I was greeted with Mistress superbly turned out in her black sleeveless latex top with gloves past her elbows, a black peplum skirt and nice tight belt pinching her waist in, she took a big sniff on the flowers, accepted them with a ‘thank you slave’ and I was ushered into the Chambers. I was pleased Mistress had chosen a nice pair of black lace up boots because they offered both a large area for some serious worship and they looked like they would not irritate her poorly legs. I was excited too that Maggie had asked me to bring my new red latex catsuit and accessories and as I found out later the new suit would be receiving a suitable christening.

Encouraged by Mistresses feathered riding crop which teasingly provided me with either a slap or a tickle, I set about my worship. My boot cleaning duties were far more extensive than the previous session where Mistress had insisted that I ‘washed’ her shoes. This act of complete abdication of any authority to Mistress always gets me in the correct mindset or sub space to be fully compliant with any and all of Mistresses desires and it worked. Conscious that I really did not want Maggie to put too much strain on her legs, I was eager to move the Playroom horse to an appropriately close location so that Mistress could easily bend me over and insert my trusty red plug in its soon to be red latex covered arse. 

Although the suit has not been chlorinated, with a good coating of talc and ankle and wrists zips opened, I slid easily into my red rubber cocoon. I’d ordered it in a slightly larger size because it is made of thicker latex and the fit was perfect. Zips closed and I was happily ready once more to become Mistresses rubber plaything. Maggie being that wonderfully mischievous character that she is, insisted on trying all the other zips. The nipple zips have twin sliders which we hadn’t previously noticed, which allows a nipple to be captured between two zipper sliders should nipple play be on the menu. Fortunately not today.

The main zip has 5 fasteners to allow considerable flexibility in their positioning, Maggie soon had them adjusted so that she had my cock and balls exposed yet still have the butt plug secured inside with easy access for later. I was granted a few whiffs of aromas straight from the bottle, then a simple, tight rope tie had my cock and balls secured. A quick pull to tighten the rope just to the extent of being most arousing and they were zipped back inside my suit. Oh well, perhaps they may be granted more attention later in the session.

Ah, I had been hoping that Mistress might experiment on me with her new hood. She had documented the Pig hood on her Twitter feed and it looked incredibly interesting. No eye holes and only a small, single hole in the middle of the snout for breathing. It is a superb hood to wear with it being a good thick latex and laces up tightly and locked, yes locked in place. I could just wiggle my snout and get a feint view of what was happening in the small pinhole view of The Playroom, but that was soon blanked off when Maggie secured a tight head harness ready for attaching her pig slave to the rafters. 

I was sat on the Playroom’s folding chair and chained to it, meanwhile the head harness was also raised on chains leaving my head securely clamped onto the ceiling ring. There I was, like any good pig, strapped to the ceiling waiting my fate and for good measure, my front trotters were secured to my neck with a wrist binder. Now that was VERY effective and you will see why in the attached pictures. 

Mistress, pleased with the overall effect of the pig head said she wanted to do a few experiments on her guinea pig to see how far she could develop the potential of the hood. Well, what could I do? Being a Guinea pig with a snout hood on it seemed appropriate to respond my acceptance with an oink oink! Maggie found that amusing and when she started laughing it got me oinking more.

The first test had Mistress attempting to administer intoxicating aromas into the new hood. Using a long cotton bud soaked in the heady perfume she could send the aromas in via the hood’s small hole. That experiment worked to a limited extent within the confines of that single small hole. 

The second was a spot of suffocation by blocking the hole and I found that hard to manage. To be honest I wasn’t expecting it and the reservoir of air inside the snout is very limited. It didn’t take Maggie long to realise that she had better hoods in her arsenal to suffocate me with!

Now for the next experiment, Maggie wanted to see if pigs had orgasms and how they compared to humans when it comes to such matters. With my cock and balls still tightly tied and bunched up inside my latex suit I was left with one of Maggie’s vibrators strapped to my crotch and wildly getting on with it’s business. We soon found out the results of that experiment. The vibrations were relentless and I now realised the purpose of the tight cock and ball binding, compounded by very sensual stroking by Mistress of her rubber pig it led to the inevitable conclusion. Yes pigs do have orgasms!

This was not going to be my last memories as Maggie had a comprehensive Act II planned. Having been released from the chair I was ordered to the floor with my ass exposed and an inflatable bung was inserted between my buttocks and, yes of course, Maggie gave it several pumps to seal it in its new temporary home. A jug of Maggie’s pee that she had produced earlier was retrieved and piped into me using her Higginson pump, I could feel her pee as it found it’s way through the butt plug into my colon and was sealed in place with a suitable bung. Aware that a loose bung can be prone to leakage, a few more pumps ensured there was a good, tight fit between plug and bum leaving me feeling well and truly stuffed.

I helped Mistress to lay out the thick red PVC sheet across the floor and eagerly accepted the system mask and gag ready for what I assumed would be more piss play. I was not wrong, but Maggie decided not to keep the gag in place as this would interfere with hers (and my) pleasure. A little more detail emerged for Act II as I was instructed to climb inside an extremely large plastic bag, once inside I was advised that Mistress had a full bladder and intended to share the contents with a very willing recipient. What I hadn’t anticipated was the sheer volume of fluid that Maggie would gift in my direction.

The first part to go with the flow was my now exposed cock and balls that I had messed up earlier. There was something most soothing and quite erotic to have a beautiful woman simply piss on your privates. Next to receive attention was my mouth and head. I was able to consume quite a few squirts but inevitable pee seeped inside the mask and I was drenched. The final act of complete submission on my part was enjoying the remainder of Maggie’s bladder contents, liberally directed over the rest of my body. I was very awash with the luxurious liquid and loving every minute of the feeling that Maggie had permitted me to experience.

Not quite finished yet. Maggie drew the plastic bag over my head to make sure her slave was well and truly covered in her nectar and even allowed me a short time of breath play as she massaged the plastic over my hooded head. The final act had Maggie wrapping me up like a sausage roll in the red PVC, where she could sit astride her charge and massage my lower abdomen with those wonderful legs and thighs.

On this occasion, because I was covered in Maggie’s piss, we agreed that a bath wouldn’t go amiss before I donned my vanilla coverings. That in itself was a truly marvellous experience, to have your Mistress bathe and shower her slave until I was clean and piss free!

I started by mentioning that I was having difficulty with sub-space. Having now penned this blog, re-lived all the fantastic memories and had time to really think about Mistress Maggie, I am now ready to be back in harness, serving the most fantastic person a rubber slave could ever want. I will wait though until Maggie feels ready to accept her slave back in training but I am now in a much sub-spacier frame of mind!

Note: This 1min 56sec clip has audio

Inflationary Pressures

Yes, another wonderful session on a Friday 13th and this type of inflation is definitely one that all self respecting rubber slaves should experience, but more of this later. 

It had been far too long since my previous training session. Last year in fact, at the beginning of December. In the intervening time I had all the normal Christmassy things to attend to, family, fun and games, Christmas dinner etc…   but on every day I was thinking about serving my Mistress. I must admit it did drag down my mood in what should have been a very merry period, but come the new year, my mood changed and gradually improved as my arranged session date with Mistress Maggie came closer.

When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress greeted me wearing natural transparent latex shorts and blouse teamed with a black latex corset, nylon stockings, blond pony hood with a signature nurse cross at the top that hinted towards the session theme. A very attractive see-through nurse ensemble and as I eagerly followed Maggie upstairs to the Playroom, I could see the semi-loose latex shorts undulating and erotically moving between those two wonderful buttocks. I remembered my training and stayed a safe distance although I would have loved to bury my face in the valley.

Mistress was keen to have her rubber slave returned to my anonymous black rubbery form, ready to act once again as her plaything. It took virtually no time at all for me to return from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves and an equally short period for me to be fully rubbered in my Invincible black latex suit and comfortable latex mask.

I was all ready to begin at Maggie’s feet, cleaning and worshipping her footwear, however I was ordered on all fours onto the quilted rubber bed instead, which did seem a little strange and strayed from my regular routine. I was aware that Mistress had been having considerable trouble with her legs and I assumed that the bed move was to alleviate her leg problems. It was neither a concern or important that the routine was changed because - 

Rule 9 – Mistress may change her mind at any time.

As it happened it turned out to be a suitable position for butt plug insertion except… oh s**t, I hadn’t brought my red plug. It was not in my perv bag so I had assumed I had left it before Christmas. No, I hadn’t. Maggie looked in her normal storage space behind the curtain, where she always puts any lost/left property and pronounced, ‘It’s not here’. This didn’t phase Maggie, as quick as a flash she located one of her Playroom inflatables, slid it in a protective sheath, shoved it up a welcoming arsehole and pumped it up. Well that was one part of her slave not suffering from inflationary pressures!

In the meantime my mishap with the lost plug had earned me ten strokes of Maggie’s dragon cane, and now my bum was suitably bunged with more rubber I was to receive my punishment immediately. Fortunately my rubber suit is quite thick, but it didn’t stop the message getting through. I promised to find it and not forget it in future, and I have subsequently located it at home hiding under a cushion. 

On went a pair of wrist cuffs and with my arms raised Maggie attached her slave to the overhead suspension ring. Another ring put to good use was a spider ring gag; the type that holds your mouth open and creates streams of dribble. You cannot avoid this and all you can do is stand and let the saliva drain out. At least it was dribbling down my waterproof rubber suit. Then I understood why no footwear worship at the start. Mistress advised me that I would remain aloft for a while to generate sufficient dribble to actually give her shoes a good wash. Being a sandal style her shoes only consisted of a couple of patent straps, and once again finding myself on my knees I had plenty of flowing dribble to give both shoes a thorough wash and licking. Maggie was pleased with my cleaning standards and consequently further punishment was avoided.

Ah! Now the preliminaries were completed and the real meat of the session could get started. Maggie retrieved the inflatable straight jacket, which I have worn previously providing a very sensual experience. Strapped in securely but not yet inflated, I was led through to the Clinic where both nurse and patient were attired in the same latex colours and ready for more fun. I was instructed to sit on the transparent rubber drape that was covering the couch, by now I know the drill; place bum in the crook of the chair making sure my weight is centralised so as not to tip the couch when reclining. Sit down and rotate until I am lengthwise; laid back, safe and comfortable.

Three latex hoods were offered and I was asked which one I could manage. I chose what I believed might be the most challenging and thus please my Mistress. As I was wearing an inflatable suit, I opted for the inflatable anaesthesia model and hoped Mistress would be happy with my choice. As the hood was pumped up I could just see through the central hole of the mask, but my field of vision was so limited that all I could see was a small mark on the far wall, and that was through one eye only. Twist as I might I only got the occasional glance of the top of Mistresses headgear. 

The inflationary pressures continued when the straight jacket was inflated and this was a very satisfying experience too. The pump is quite noisy but it was muted by the pumped up hood. It is a strange experience having the suit gradually tighten over my upper torso. Just to be certain I wasn’t going anywhere Maggie tightened the couch straps, which further enhanced the feeling of constriction that was being provided by the suit. Mistress spotted what she thought was a mark on the transparent suit and tried to clean it away, only to find it was a small hole in the rubber which necessitated regular pumping to maintain the suits compression. I don’t think it overly concerned Mistress as she was able to turn the pump on and re-inflate me every now and then, and in a post session Tweet she had mentioned that it had been repaired.

Mistress prepared a treat for her slave and I could hear the tinkle of fresh pee into some receptacle. I couldn’t see, could only hear but the sound of fresh pee being produced is distinct, recognisable and another way to get my saliva flowing! The problem was the delivery tube wouldn’t sit correctly through the hole in the mask. When I eventually got the tube in place it blocked all airflow. Hmmm some choice eh! Drink and suffocate or simply go thirsty but breathe freely. Unfortunately, I had to opt for breathing, and maybe one of the alternative two hoods may have been a better choice, they do all have their pros and cons. Still Mistress whispered that her tasty nectar will be reserved for a future pleasure.

At this point, Mistress was moving into the next phase of her plan; CBT. And to help me through the situation a hose pump was plugged into my anaesthesia mask to facilitate aromas delivery. This rendered me totally in blackness, I could breathe easily but not one glimmer of light escaped into the hood. I have grown to really love the blackness when I know Mistress is going to work on her slave. It heightens the sense of touch as well as the restriction from the inflated straitjacket, and I could relish Maggie's touches as she first exposed my cock and balls then started to pursue her goal.

I wasn’t sure exactly what sensations I was experiencing around my groin. They were all very, very pleasant, interspersed with the occasion tweak or pinch as she progressed with her plan. My balls were definitely being tightened and something very pleasant had been inserted down my cock, then several remarkable sensations filled the area as multiple e-stim channels appeared to be operating. It wasn't until I could see the pictures that I was able to realise the complex nature of Maggie's plan. I think the experience is best described by quoting from Mistresses session notes that she kindly shared -

Allow the patient pumped aromas. 

Insert a curved beaded sound down his urethra. 

Add electro with a bipolar effect- 

Two loops around cock paired with blue pumps applied to balls with suction. After good amount of play with the sound swap it for an electro sound paired with a simple pad placed behind his balls.

Mistress is meticulous with her planning and although I cannot explain the fantastic effects generated by the above attention to detail, it does provide the physical explanation. I do remember Mistress warning me, ‘don’t you move a muscle', as she set about ramping up the electro levels. I tried my hardest to maintain total stillness while in my blinded and restricted predicament I could only fantasise what fun my Mistress was having, seeing her plaything struggling to fight the stimulation.

It was amusing that during the period I was supposed to remain still, Maggie said she had to take her shoes off because her poor legs had had enough of them, and thought it would be fun to belt out some extra rhythms with her shoe heels as further stimulation on my highly charged groin.

Eventually Maggie relented and kindly allowed me some generous aroma puffing, a little more power and instructions that I could now hump away to my hearts content. I did and it wasn’t long before the erotic pressure on my cock and balls was released, although strangely there was no physical evidence of ejaculation. But I knew I had cum and was quite drained.

I know in the past, Mistress has allowed me to have good vision of her for large parts of the session but now I think I have learned to accept and enjoy all the periods of total darkness that Mistress Maggie gives me. It highlights other senses and also shows absolute trust in my Mistress. She can do whatever she wishes. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to see my Mistress Maggie in action, but now I have been taught to enjoy feeling her in action.

2023 is going to be an excellent year.

Cropped Cock

Another exciting day in the life of a truly devoted rubber slave. I had a rough idea what might be my delight for todays training session and I knew today was likely to be in the Playroom as Mistress Maggie does tend to alternate between her two venues. There were a couple of outstanding suggestions I had made for Playroom content; accepting gallons and gallons of Mistresses golden nectar, or perhaps a vertical suspension.  

The session started in traditional fashion with me giving Maggie’s boots a real going over, although a slight deviation from 'normal' occurred as Mistress dispatched me to the far corner of The Playroom where the cane and crops were neatly stored, and I was instructed to select one and return for boot worship. 

No misgiving here as I chose a slender crop with a small hand attached at the business end. Maggie has used this previously to warm my cheeks, and once again she would be wielding it if she felt I was slacking, or just for personal pleasure. Nothing too severe and I was looking forward to Maggie’s crop, which like myself was made in Yorkshire.

BIG mistake! Because as I was instructed to stand up from my worship a heavy blow landed on the top of my cock. That hurt and certainly brought me to attention. Not satisfied with the angle for cropping I was told to stand sideways so my cock stood proudly at right angles to Mistress.

Oh dear, that gave her a far better swing and several severe crop strokes landed along the length of my shaft. Now, those strokes were very ‘ouchy’ and it took all my nerve and resolution to stand erect ready for the next crop to fall. Still, it was Maggie’s choice and by all accounts she appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

We temporarily adjourned to The Clinic to see if we could insert the new and bigger black butt plug. First a good dose of aromas to help relax the muscles followed by a good dollop of Crisco cream to facilitate easier entry. As you would expect my red ribbed plug went in very easily with the last familiar plop and shiver as the last couple of centimetres slipped home. I have to admit to appreciating the feel of this plug even though its receptacle is starting to get a little loose, and we have been friends for such a long time. However, despite all the Crisco, aromas and the perfect position for entry, the new plug refused to go all the way in. I’m under instruction to practice a lot at home to see if I can stretch appropriately.

Returning to The Playroom, my new red Libidex catsuit was warming on the bed, I was of course already wearing my latex socks and gloves and it was a relatively easy matter to insert me into the suit and safely and snugly do up the zips and… once again I was beautifully encased, neck to toe in latex. Mistress explained that it was my choice of being attached to the ceiling in bondage that would be on the menu today, and the luxury of Mistresses nectar would have to wait until a future session.

I was to be inserted into the leather body bag and hung like a bag of spuds from the ceiling ring. Not actually hung but standing, tethered to the ring.  This activity is difficult for both hanger and hangee. Maggie had to make sure I was well fitted into the body bag whilst I had to balance on my constricted feet without the use of arms for balance. 

Problem solved as you would expect from my inventive Mistress. Continuing the leather theme, on went the leather hood and it’s attached chain passed through the ceiling ring. That allowed me to lean forward, tighten the supporting chain thus providing the stability needed to remain standing. Not content with the single head chain, Maggie attached an additional strap round my upper body which had chains that could be attached to the overhead suspension frame. These proved far easier to tighten than the head chain to ceiling link and gave us confidence that I was well supported and able to manage the bondage for a fair time.

Perhaps, if there is a next time we can devise a way to tighten the head chain to help me stay a little more upright. As an aside, the inside of the leather helmet feels, well, leathery. Not soft and smooth like a latex hood and if I ask Maggie to allow me to wear latex underneath it next time, I am sure she would oblige. I like leather, but I do prefer latex. 

I was starting to feel like I needed something shoved up my arse as the empty space was feeling… empty! Mistress of course had already had ideas on how to satisfy my empty feeling, and to further help me remain upright she stuck a metal hook up my arse; yes the bondage bag does have holes in ALL the right places, and attached the hook to the overhead gantry.

 

Whilst skewered like a stuck pig, Mistress insisted on tormenting her plaything by standing so I got an eyeful as she exposed those beautiful breasts. That is the most cruel and frustrating thing Mistress does to her slave. A definite look but no touching; how cruel yet how kind to at least let me view those magnificent bosoms.

By now, Mistress had adjusted the Playroom mirror and I could watch as she placed the tube gag in my mouth and then stood back so I could take in the whole situation. It does feel liberating that not only is Maggie happy to place me in these exquisite situations and dressings of her choice, but so, so exciting that I know Mistress is confident that her rubber slave is really happy in any situation. I also think Maggie liked the picture of me hung in her leather bondage bag and dribbling through the gag as I detected that enigmatic smile as she stood back to admire her leather creation. I must admit, it was a real turn on looking at an indistinguishable person inside the heavy leather and knowing it was me inside.

This period of mirror magic could not last as Mistress had more ideas for her slave’s entertainment as she carefully chose her most reliable nipple clamps, and teasing open the suitably placed zips on my catsuit, attached them with a smile, to my nipples. Maggie was well aware that my buds have been unattended for far too long, and the shock and surprise as the little b****rds bit in securely made me sag in my bonds. Thank goodness for the securing chains as I dealt with managing the pain and was able to breathe through the discomfort.

The time had come to replace the leather hood with a latex one, with an anaesthetic mask and breathing hose mounted on top. I knew my bonus of a few whiffs of aromas was imminent, but Mistress, as always has a knack for keeping you guessing as to the delivery method.

I was fitted with the serving tray; ah happy memories of wearing it when serving Mistresses friends many moons ago. The open bottle was placed on the tray and without ado Maggie placed the end of the hose over the open aromas bottle. This time, no waiting for the delightful hiss of the pump but raw, continuous pleasure instantly delivered from the bottle.

Mistress was careful to ensure I wasn't too overwhelmed before moving to take advantage of my relaxed and intoxicating effect from the aromas. More strategically placed zips soon had my cock and balls presenting themselves for further attention from my owner. Red rope tied them tightly before Mistress pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began oiling the whole area to facilitate a most wonderful hand massage alternating with the use of her vibrating Hitachi wand, while occasionally benefitting from more relaxing blasts of aromas, my time in heavy leather bondage reached a most fulfilling climax.

I am completely under the spell of my Mistress and as I promised her some time in the past:-

I will willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question.

A Tale of Two C...'s

Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave considerable freedom and with it considerable responsibility in the requirement to suggest games that she may wish to consider in my future training sessions. Take this session for example, session 211 to be precise. I knew it would likely be in the Clinic, as my previous session where Maggie had read me a rubber bedtime story took place in the Playroom. Mistress likes to alternate between her two venues and has rarely deviated from that pattern. So what suggestions could I make to both improve my slavemanship, be realistic, and of the greatest importance, keep Maggie amused and entertained in her Clinic?

Well, with gay abandon, I penned the following:

'HIDE THE BO**OCKS

I did see a picture of one of your recent operations and was wondering if it is possible to attach electrodes inside the stitching and have a catheter coming from within? It is merely a suggestion for advancing the previous operation and of course is entirely up to you…'

Sometimes I question my own sanity. I was suggesting a mangina; a horizontal one like I’d seen in the picture, a catheter and electrodes and knowing Mistress, if she did decide on this route then it would not be any ordinary stitch up!

I sauntered to the Chambers in reasonable weather. I decided to wear my rubber trench coat just in case and I felt relaxed that I had a reasonable idea of what might lay in store. Before all that and the realisation of yet another fantasy likely to be played out, we had quite a bit of housekeeping to perform, that resulted in me missing out on worshipping Mistresses footwear for the first time I can remember. I have mentioned that Maggie likes to keep her slaves off balance and this threw me.

The housekeeping involved two of my catsuits. The first was a quick check of the work I had had to perform on my plum coloured catsuit, where I got the zip stuck while wearing it at home and had cut away a small piece of the zip to extricate myself. Thank goodness, Mistress emailed me with a suggestion on how to terminate the zipper so it wouldn’t get stuck in future. A thick stitching of cotton round the top of both sides of the zip, tidy up the neckline and Mistress was quite satisfied.

Twin Catheters

The second bit of housekeeping involved the testing of a brand new red catsuit that I’d had delivered to Maggie’s to replace my torn one. Slightly larger, slightly thicker and zips at arms and legs. The fit was excellent and hopefully Mistress will allow me to wear it in session at some future date. In any event, I missed my foot worship and it did feel a little strange not kneeling and worshipping Mistress at the start of a session, although I didn’t get away with not kneeling altogether. The hunt for a new butt plug for me is still ongoing, and with my ass pointing skywards we did get to try yet another plug that had arrived. This time the Regulation plug was oh so close and Maggie is confident that this one will fit, particularly with a few puffs of aromas to ease its passage. Fingers crossed it will soon become my fulfilling friend.

Once an electro butt plug was snugly fitted and put through its paces, I climbed into my working Invincible suit and I was led through to the clinic by Mistress in her intriguing surgeon’s uniform, a sight to behold in her beautiful gold latex catsuit, black apron, gold corset, black and white nurse accents, and of course those thigh boots that didn’t receive my tongue attention.

While travelling, Maggie described what she intended to do with her slave in keeping with my suggestion. The unusual part was that Maggie smiled and said I would be receiving two, yes TWO catheters. Wow, I had never heard of that before and attempted to visualise what it would look like, but no doubt, when the blog is published the practice of ‘double cathing’ will become more commonplace. Mistress is an innovator and deserves credit for her imaginative surgery, and I suspect she will be secretly pleased when she discovers the first similar operation.

Electrodes and a Tale of Two C's

The Clinic looked invitingly rubbery; the heavy cream bodybag lay waiting on the couch and it didn’t take long to receive the privilege of being incarcerated inside it with my arms tucked into the inner arm pockets and tightly bound up with buckled straps. My head was placed in an immobilizer which allows no movement, and to finish off this bit of control, Maggie applied a semi-translucent rebreather hood. I was quickly into the rhythm of slow breaths in and out and I felt certain I could have remained like that for a very long time, and certainly until the end of the session. There is one breathing hole and every time I breathed out I caught a glimpse of Mistress who was moving around her charge. Slow in. Slow out. Regular and unhurried breathing. Wonderful!

Mistress explained that the first part of the procedure was the introduction of two catheters down my cock. I wasn’t at all worried. Why worry when you can’t do anything about the situation? So I relaxed back into my breathing, in out, in out, as Maggie squirted what appeared to be a rather large syringe full of anaesthetic lubrication down my cock. Slowly but surely I could feel it creeping further towards my bladder then… no feeling at all as Mistress started the delicate task of introducing the two c’s. She debated whether it would be easier to do one then try the other or to introduce the two together. I’m not too certain which path she finally took, but I felt no discomfort whatsoever and, as frequently happens with a single cath, I asked Maggie if she had managed the two by which she replied -

‘Yes, both in and inflated’.

Then she confided it was her first attempt at twin c’s and she was delighted with her guinea pig slave’s ability to accept them. I was just delighted that my Mistress felt she could use her slave in this way.

Maggie’s intention was to feed both catheters into a single bag by using a t-piece connector. Unfortunately, the connector she thought might work refused to produce a watertight seal, so the more traditional approach of twin pee bags was used. Next time though, two into one will go for whoever is fortunate enough to be #2 for two caths, because Maggie never gives up on hunting out the perfect solution.

At this point Mistress reminded me of what I had requested. The hidden electrodes, cock sealed away etc and decided that it would be appropriate to allow her slave some relief by way of aromas. Of course aromas with the re-breather hood was a no no so I was fitted with the red full head gas mask and once sealed in and airtight, the inlet tube was fastened to the gas-station where I was plumbed into the aroma channel (sounds like a radio station. Welcome to the Aroma channel. The best way to relaxation and…) sorry about that, a bit light headed thinking of the wonderfully relaxed and floating feeling that can be generated after a couple of puffs.

I had requested electrics as well, probably induced by a rush of blood to me or my cock at the time of writing, and Maggie duly trimmed down a couple of sticky electrodes and attached them to my shaft and let the sewing begin! As you would expect, surgeon Maggie made sure the area was thoroughly cleaned and disinfected with meths swabs. ‘Now this might sting a bit slave’. It certainly stings at first but quickly wears off. The sterile operating sheet draped across and Maggie informed me that she wanted to use her needlework skills rather than staples, so sutures it was.

A little prick then another as the needle and thread went in then emerged, a few whiffs of aromas then another two pricks… Nine stitches in total and really I felt nothing more than a pinprick each. Satisfied with her embroidery, the electrics were then set alive, caressed my captive cock and balls and complimenting the sensations deep inside my arse… Fascinating!

It is strange how your cock can’t grow because of the sutures yet your balls are telling it to get bigger! What an experience and I was glad Maggie had been able to accommodate my rather weird request. In fact, I was allowed out of the cream rubber bondage sack and encouraged to walk through to the Playroom to view Mistresses creation in the full length mirror and stroke my operation zone with my chlorinated latex gloves.

It was a weird yet exciting sight to behold the results of my operation. The sutures were evident, the twin c’s providing a nice symmetry either side of the wires and all in all no cock and balls to worry about. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on which way you look at the situation,  Mistress relented and snipped out the stitches,  removed the twin caths and electrodes and apart from a few very feint pin holes, that disappeared very quickly, everything returned to normal.

I loved every minute of the situation and once again I think I honoured my promise to my Mistress, To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

Vertical or Horizontal? That, is the Question

In response to Mistress Maggie’s request to make suggestions for Playroom sessions I might like, I replied:

Is it possible to fit me in the leather isolation hood so that you can attach your rubber slave to the gantry or ceiling ring? …

or

As an alternative, I was looking back through all our video clips and I realised I have not had the next instalment of my bedtime story …

So my fate may have been sealed. Well, I certainly found myself well and truly sealed by the end of the session!

It just wont stay in!

As it was overcast and slightly drizzling I took the opportunity to wear my rubber trench coat casually open, with absolutely no notice taken by the few pedestrians I sauntered past. I am getting a lot more relaxed wearing my superb coat in public and one day…

I digress. When I arrived, Mistress by coincidence, was also wearing her rubber trench coat and she looked stunning as she opened the door to usher me in to The Chambers. A complete contrast to the shiny black of her thick shiny mac was the vibrant red ponytail she wore atop of her open face latex mask.

No matter whether I was to be suspended vertically or laid horizontally, or whatever other ideas Mistress had planned, I felt today was going to be another interesting experience where I could serve and please my Mistress.

Mistress had her black, lace-up boots just peeping under her coat, and once I was fitted into her chosen latex slave hood I set to work eagerly cleaning, kissing and paying homage to my owners’ footwear. Naturally, as a full-blooded latex minded male, I tried to sneak a peek at what delights were hidden within the blackness that I was working in and think I spied a little glimpse of a black latex leotard. Totally out of bounds of course, but I am mesmerised by Maggie and all her clothing choices, she is an incredibly sexy and truly sensual person, which makes it hard for me to remember my restriction at times.

Maggie's inflatable rubber collar

It is amusing that during my boot worship, Mistress still continues ‘encouraging’ her slave with occasional thwacks from her padded crop, even after ten years of being a slave in her charge. Encouragement is never required for any action I do for my Mistress, so I must conclude that Maggie does get pleasure from the fact that she can use the crop indiscriminately, stamping her mark on her property knowing there will be no objections from her slave, and after all, the noise of the crop on rubber is most satisfying. I am really fortunate having a Mistress who likes to keep her slave at a honed state of readiness.

We had some unfinished business from our last session due to the new larger butt plug that had been ordered not arriving in time. Time was not wasted in preparing me for the larger toy though, I had been well stretched and ready to accommodate it when it eventually arrived. Well, today was the day. I was offered a sniff from a new and untried bottle of Amyl aromas, as they are supposedly better at relaxing the anal muscles. It worked; after having my existing plug as a ‘range finder’ the new toy slipped into my arse in a relatively straightforward manner, but try as we might the damn thing, rather disgracefully, slid out. The Doc Johnson Rumpy butt plug was by no means a flush fit, the neck of the plug is not long enough to allow the bulb to nestle into its new home, nor is it suitable to wear long-term while moving about pleasing my Mistress. Oh well, back to the butt plug hunt!!!

As an aside, I do prefer the aromas that we normally use to this Amyl brand, and was pleased when later in the session Maggie reverted back to what I am more used to. I found the Amyl a little insipid in taste and smell. Even though there is a marginal improvement in anal relaxation, I hope Maggie will predominantly use the original. However, I certainly am not averse to trying any/all brands and may suggest that Maggie might obtain other aromas just to test out the efficacy of the various makes.

I still needed my arse filling and notwithstanding the ejecting plug, Maggie always has a plan ‘B’, which on this occasion involved inserting a sizeable electro plug. It was beginning to look like Maggie would be the one being tested with electric today, as unfortunately, being a somewhat clumsy slave, I stood on the lead as I got off the bed and broke it! Again, Mistress always has a contingency, and at Plan ‘C’ in went the electro Kegel balls to finally stuff my arse in a way that Maggie was satisfied with, so was this happy slave too. 

Thankfully there were no mishaps or delays inserting me into my Invincible latex suit, followed by full enclosure in Maggie’s thick latex straitjacket body bag. It was at this point that I realised it was going to be a horizontal suspension, as the monkey gas mask that was now being fitted over the open faced helmet I was wearing precluded the suspension hood. The final adornment was the broad waist corset that Maggie buckled on nice and snug. It does feel good to wear and slims down this rather stout slave.

Suited in two thick layers, corseted and masked, I was told to sit upright so Maggie could add an inflatable neck collar to my rubber dressing, one I hadn’t previously tried. The collar is one of Maggie’s designs and creation. pumped up just to the right pressure, it gives support and rigidity but was not over pumped to cause breathing difficulties. Yet another excellent, innovative and well-made item in her armoury. I was then laid to rest, not literally of course as that may imply I was dead meat, and manoeuvred into the centre of the bed, given my favourite choice of pillow and I just relaxed into my very comfortable latex surroundings. 

Of course, I knew Mistress would not leave her slave luxuriating and actually enjoying the peace and quiet induced by the tight mask. The crotch zips were opened and the red viper electrode was arranged about the base of my cock. The electrode was very effective in ‘waking’ the dead and I laid back, humped a bit and groaned a bit as the anal electrode and Viper did their business, until, oh dear - I told you Maggie was more tested by the electrics didn’t I! All that humping dislodged one of the wires to the Kegel balls and I lost signal. Two choices; mention the failure or pretend it was still working to avoid one area of discomfort.

Of course it’s a no brainer as I always tell the truth to my Mistress, but seeing as she was unable to reach the offending wire under all that rubber, two fresh electrodes were attached to my balls in the blinking of an eye and the circuit re-routed to that location. A final flourish to attach my arms securely to the corset and I could be finally tucked up under the cosy, hot latex duvet.

And so to the continuation of my Dressing for Pleasure bedtime story. The curtains were drawn; of course, I am referring to the bug eye blindfold that Maggie applied; actually far more effective than curtains and the result, I was in total darkness. I concentrated my mind on listening to my Mistress reading to her rubber plaything. Every now and then, I could feel Maggie lean over and pump the aromas bulb, feeding me with the familiar buzz, taste and smell that I was used to. This aroma has the ability to focus my mind on my Mistress and that made me hump the covers even more. I remember her leaning close and saying -

'It’s an exciting story isn’t it slave?'

I couldn’t deny that, even some of the dressing styles and adventures I have had with Maggie reflected the theme in the current storyline, making it quite meaningful. (A clip is included below) 

Maggie had been steadily increasing the electric sensation occasionally, but unknown to us both, all the humping I was doing was causing the dials on the electric box that was under the quilt with me to rotate.

I humped = quilt moved in sympathy = dials caught on the quilt = volume turned up = the increased sensation got me humping the quilt even more...

You couldn’t have dreamt it up! All this under quilt action was taking its toll on my ability to maintain a reasonable temperature and eventually I had to plead for some relief from the stifling heat. The paragraph had come to the end and Mistress gently eased me out of the monkey mask and collar, and peeled back the latex quilt to let in some cooler air. Perhaps I should hire myself out as an alternative source of heating to counteract the increasing gas prices, but on reflection I am dedicated to Mistress and she can benefit from all the warmth I can generate.

After I had cooled sufficiently I willingly had the monkey mask refitted but a different hose was attached to it this time. The three breathing bellows were wheeled in and left standing ominously at the side of the bed while Mistress dispensed her aromatic medicine into her unique breath play rig. It looked like I was going to have to work for my medicine from now on and was determined not to let Mistress down. Slowly and evenly I breathed in and out, drawing in Maggie’s intoxicating potion with each breath, achieving good movement in the bellows as they acted in their rebreather capacity. Mistress Maggie loves to tease and excite this rubber slave and with the electrics under her control once again it was time for more humping, jumping, grunting and conclusive enjoyment for me too.

There was no way I could have been disappointed today. I got exactly, and more than I suggested and another few steps along the route of total dependence on Mistress for all my emotional and physical needs. Thank you Maggie.

Caution: This 02:17 bedtime bondage clip has audio

Return of the Jolly Green Giant

Jolly Green giant or even The Hulk sounds like a sci-fi thriller; maybe not Sci-Fi, definitely NOT fiction, but I definitely ended up looking very green in a thriller session today in the caring hands of Mistress Maggie.

I had given Mistress a few clues about the kind of session I’d like, so had a fair idea what part of the session may entail, provided of course that Mistress doesn't decide to delay the suggestion to another day to keep her slave guessing about what goes where etc. If that did happen I know Maggie will be
returning to the scenario in a future session. Well she didn't delay and I was subjected to a tape mummification as the second part of the session, and I will return to my rather exciting event shortly.

What I didn’t anticipate were the contents of the first half of my training. I arrived at the Chambers relaxed and was delighted to see Maggie in simple attire of tight fitting black latex body suit, tights and the new shiny black boots that give a smooth feeling on their lickers’ tongue. I had taken delivery of a pair of new latex socks and after having struggled for 5 minutes that morning to fit them at home, I decided to arrive at the Chambers wearing the socks under my vanilla outerwear, it saved 5 valuable minutes of session time. I know Maggie doesn't appreciate me arriving in latex undergarments as they have the tendency to create sweaty areas that make donning my latex suit more difficult, including sweaty bollocks which are not appropriate to start a session with, but I didn’t think socks would be much of a problem.

Having gleefully undertaken my boot worship, encouraged by the occasional thwack from Mistresses blue crop, I was reunited with my trusty red butt which had not been used for quite a number of visits. A good dollop of lube massaged in and around my anus had the plug easily sliding home; probably one of the easiest insertions I have experienced, and it does indicate that the hard graft put in by Mistress to widen my back passage is actually paying dividends. 

Then on to my dressing. I had learned to be far more careful when placing my heavy latex catsuit in the correct position to facilitate easy leg entry and it worked a treat. Last time in the hot weather I had made the mistake of getting the legs out of alignment and it was a hell of a struggle, and even when on it wasn't on comfortably. Not this time, zips to the sides, a good dusting of talc and the suit was once more fitting like the proverbial glove, sealing in my red friend perfectly.

It didn't take long for Mistress to decide that I would be better restrained in the leather harness. I am delighted to say that my training has been so good that I can now be very helpful climbing into the harness, at this rate of progress it won’t be long before Mistress can just issue the instruction ' Harness slave' and I will be able to contort myself into it all on my own. I doubt I will be able to tighten the straps, but Maggie likes to make sure they are evenly spaced, neat and TIGHT!.

And now I was introduced to the first, very exciting part of my session. I was to be allowed to try out the new inflatable hood that I had seen on Mistresses Twitter feed. I find it a real honour that Mistress allows me the privilege of being one of the first to try out what looked to be a truly remarkable helmet. It wasn't just stick it on and pump it up. Maggie, as always had planned the scenario to best test the capabilities of the new hood. To start off this adventure, I was instructed to retrieve the Throne and place it centrally for yours truly to occupy. Simple restraints in the form of six black ropes at top of arms, wrists and ankles, tethered me and my harness on to the Throne.  

Mistress then outlined how the hood would be deployed, with no eye holes, single anaesthetic mouth piece and my personal white viral filter that I always carry in my perv bag completing the mechanics. Without further ado the hood was eased over and zipped. Initially it was totally dark inside, but as the hood was inflated I was just able to see through the small opening in the mask and occasionally could even catch the briefest glimpse of a boot, or an ankle as Maggie moved in and out of my very limited field of view. 

Pump, pump, pump. 'Are you OK slave?' Yes! and then more pump, pump, pumping. By this time the pressure was building but it was ever so comfortable. Mistress appeared to derive fun from playing my balloon head like bongos and it is a very strange sound. Boing, boing, boing went the balloon! To keep me an honest slave, Mistress would regularly attach the 3ltr rebreather bag and aromas pump hose. I could manage 4 or 5 minutes rebreathing and then asked for relief which fortunately Maggie granted. After a couple of minutes recovery time the rebreather was reapplied and the 5 minutes started all over again. Pump for aromas, pump pump for a bit more in the hood and I was in heaven. Strangely, due to the translucent nature of the filter I was never completely in the dark, although I could not glimpse outwards and just had the feint white glow for company. 

This was a completely unexpected start, but then Maggie always is capable of pulling something special out of the hat. For those interested, Mistress posted a short video on her Twitter feed and a copy of the same clip is now ready for you to view at the foot of this blog. Though I say so myself it is one of the most highly charged and erotic videos I have viewed recently.

After a considerable test window I was unfortunately deflated and Maggie debriefed me as to how it felt using the inflatable hood. I honestly said I could manage a couple of hours at least providing the rebreather was removed at regular intervals. We shall see if Mistress will commit 2 hours of my training to being so deliciously enclosed and pumped on a future occasion.

Hood removed, slave untied, The Throne returned to its corner location and we moved on to my mummification. I helped set up the plank under the overhead and stood next to it while Mistress loosely applied black pallet wrap to my upper torso. In our preliminary e-mail discussions in a flash of 'brilliance!' I rashly suggested using a neck collar to allow a smoother, tighter taping around the neck. I have frequently seen videos where neck taping had to be left loose enough to allow the subject to breath; quite essential I might add, but we wanted to see if we could surmount the need for loose binding.

To be brief, Maggie used a snug foam neck brace as a foundation which did work, and she didn’t have to worry about the neck tape being too tight. I had also floated the idea of some form of aroma delivery AND to top it all suggested that some form of drink intake would allow for a well hydrated mummy to survive for a long incarceration. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for punishment. Not really, Mistress knows I will try my hardest to please her as well as enjoying all that was about to happen.

Feeding tube and cannula input

Fully filmed and lying on the plank now, the taping proceeded like a well oiled machine. Upper torso taped, neck taped, legs suspended from overhead to facilitate their taping and then the final touches that had started my juices flowing. My head was clingfilmed and taped exactly as I had seen in a photo link I had sent to Mistress. I was already wearing the nasal cannula that Maggie's husband, John has designed and produced, so airflow and aromas delivery were not a problem, and I willingly accepted the rubber tube into my mouth for fluid intake. All were safely taped in place and the final piece of tape was about to remove my vision. The last thing I saw was the wonderful face of my Mistress as the piece was positioned across my eyes and I was plunged into relative darkness, just as I had imagined from the photo. Mistress had come up trumps. Every element of my fantasy had been achieved, in fact surpassed. I ended up a big green mummy. I wonder if the Pharaohs had so much fun with their mummification? Probably not, as my Mistress is meticulous about keeping her slave alive to recount the experience.

Mistress thought it would be a novel touch to keep my hands free. Having seen these images I definitely concur, I love the contrast between the black latex gloved hands and the vivid green of the gaffer tape. It also offered the added benefit of allowing me to flex my fingers should any form of pins and needles set in. The effect of the neck corset is highlighted here; the neck is much thicker than you would associate with a 'normal' taping and the result was the most rigid head restraint I have encountered. Taped to the bench, I couldn't move my head even 1mm.

The feeding tube and breathing tubes are evident in the image and the only regret was that the welcome liquid refreshment was simple cool water. It was easy to suck up and consume from a glass on the side table, but it did lack a little something... warm liquid… tasty liquid…  ah yes, essence of Mistress pee was missing from the experience!

Just when I thought life had reached the pinnacle of enjoyment, I could feel Maggie first patting my groin area to locate the lie of the land, then the rasp of her safety scissors as she cut a square opening in the otherwise pristine pea green frontage.

It comes as no surprise that presented with my released cock and balls, Maggie would enjoy herself by applying a couple of heavy duty electrodes, some heavy duty e-stim and a heavy duty and long sound down the urethral hole that was presented unprotected for her enjoyment. Mistress declared afterwards that she had hoped for quite a bit more 'enjoyment' from both her captured cock and slave, but time had flown by with the inflatable hood and incarceration being enjoyed for a considerable time!

One final amusing incident occurred after all the tape had been carefully cut off and my rubber suit removed. As I sat on the plank for a moment to recover my composure, the bloody butt plug which has a concave base acted like a sucker and stuck to the plank. As I stood up it remained attached to the plank and plopped easily out of my backside and there it remained swaying slightly. Obviously it is starting to get a little loose!

Mistress had worked incredibly hard during the session and I was delighted when she accepted my offer to do a bit of tidying up, remove plank legs, return plank to its home on the landing etc. I asked for this session and I have no regrets, although I think Mistress Maggie may need an extra roll of tape as I am not the smallest of slaves and 100m of tape only just covered me. As a final observation, the tape does not cut out all light and once my eyes were taped over I was left in a surreal green haze which was another bizarre touch that I appreciated.

Thank you Mistress for allowing me to have one of my fantasies realised and another wonderful experience.

Caution: This 2min18sec breathplay clip has audio.