Getting Warmer

I was a little better prepared for this session as the calling e-mail did at least contain a few slivers of clues as to where Mistress Maggie wanted to go today -

'… Pack your kit bag with your Invincible catsuit and matching black accessories, plus your red butt plug to bring along to session. Your rubber nurse will be performing operations, hopefully without increasing your fear of needles, but a steady smell of rubber will be provided to help you stay relaxed'.

Well it sounded like we’d be ending up in the Clinic and also likely a few pins and needles would be stuck into Mistresses cock and balls. It was an interesting prospect and as a consequence I was somewhat excited when I arrived.

For the first time this year, Mistress Maggie had me starting to perspire inside my two layers of latex but more of this later. I was already being made to feel a little steamy under the collar as soon as I was greeted by Mistress; a vision in latex at the door to the Chambers. 

Mistress was just about covered with her natural latex dress. I say just about, because my lustful gaze was drawn to the top of her beautiful nylon covered thighs, that were exposed beneath its hemline. Her incredibly erotic dress was adorned with a red cap and red wrist covers and at the other end, Mistress wore her cream lace up boots. This assault on my senses almost made me forget to present the flowers I had brought for Mistress and some wine for Maggie and her husband as it is shortly to be his birthday.

Returning from the Bathroom in my foundation garments of black latex gloves and socks, and still proudly wearing my slave collar, I set about my first duty, that of boot worship. Mistress was casually swinging her crop, ‘Slave, I will be cropping any fat bits that come in range of my crop while you are tending to my boots’, she said. Well that was a relief, there would be no cock and ball cropping as they could certainly not be classed as fat, or so I thought. 

It is actually quite difficult kissing and licking the front of the boots due to the pronounced laces, the best tactic is not to give too much heed to what passes beneath your tongue, just be careful and lick everything. I was also consigned onto my back, between Mistresses legs, so that I could accept the small heels into my mouth for cleaning. The soles didn’t make life any easier as they are heavily ribbed and knobbly. Anyway, I did my best as I always do and by way of gratitude Mistress gave me a couple of crops on the less fatty bits!

I received a black hood after the worship and I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but as I leaned forward for the zip to be closed I took opportunity to briefly snuggle into the upper reaches of the natural latex dress. Life just gets better and better. 

My own Invincible suit went on relatively easily with the help of a little talc but wasn’t the end of my latex covering. Hanging in a neat clothing bag was another latex suit; a thinner chlorinated one in a clinical red colour. Mistress extracted it from the bag. I have had the privilege of wearing this on a few occasions and the feel is simply divine. As I mentioned, it is of very thin latex and needs extreme caution to get it on. The ankle, waistline and wrists cuffs are reinforced and were the only parts that needed to be stretched as I donned the suit. 

It feels so slinky and slithery on top of my working suit and I immediately felt a difference in temperature; the two suits holding the warmth of my body and gradually getting me a little warmer and warmer. I knew that even if Maggie opened the crotch zips of both suits I was going to get a lot warmer as the session progressed.

Neat stitching

Mistress clipped a lead on my collar and guided me through to the Clinic which was neatly set out with straps, sheets etc that Maggie needed for her operations. I was instructed to climb on the couch and position myself with my legs up so Maggie could access my bum. I have had a lot of practice and am pretty well versed with positioning myself appropriately, and although manoeuvring was a little hampered by the stout tan straps that Mistress had  just used to strap my arms to my body, it only took a little shuffle to end up where Mistress wanted me.

Despite the tan straps Mistress must have thought I might still manage to escape her operations, because she took care of my hands too, fitting and inflating rubber mittens on them before using the couch straps and stirrups to fix me in place. Utilising the pre opened bum zip, an anal electrode was thrust into the deepest darkest void and tested for connectivity. It worked and continued its stimulation for the rest of the time it was inside my backside.

I had no idea what kind of special operation Nurse Maggie had planned for me, but she said, ‘It’s best you have a catheter. Now seems like a good time’, before disappearing from the clinic to wash her hands. The familiar operation to install a catheter is, by now, almost routine; gloves on, sterile drapes, meths to clean the area (that stings), anaesthetic down the pee hole and after a suitable delay to allow the lube to numb the area the sterile gloves are unpacked, donned, and the catheter slipped in. It was with so little fuss and certainly no discomfort whatsoever, that I did have to ask if it was in! Whether it was an experiment I don’t know, but Maggie only used 20mm of saline to 2/3 inflate the catheter balloon and also attached a stopper rather than a piss bag. I didn’t find out that there was no bag until a while later. You’ll see what happened.

Moving on to the meat of an operation, Maggie as thoughtful as ever recommended a latex anaesthesia hood and aromas pump hose because things were likely to be a little painful during the main procedure. Maggie explained it would be a new kind of suturing today and proceeded to sew stitches down both sides of my cock, attaching it to my balls and stitching a pair of electrodes into the op zone while she was at it. As usual, I couldn’t see this delicate operation but could feel the needle going in and I am quite pleased with myself that I didn’t make a sound. What wasn’t so pleasing was the fact I orgasmed again as Mistress was finishing off her suturing.

I am beginning to understand why I orgasm in this kind of operation; I believe it is to do with the realisation that my manhood is no longer worth anything. The fact that I am gladly accepting that my Mistress has that much control over my cock and balls really hits the spot.

With the drape removed Maggie now raised the couch to a more upright position so she could attach me to the waiting bellows; Maggie's own creation and relatively easy to live with. However, just like other types of rebreathing set-ups the seal between the hood and bellows needed to be complete, which meant my eye holes had to go. Maggie soon took care of that by adding one of her rubber blindfolds and I spent quite a relaxing time accepting my recycled air through the bellows, enhanced by the occasional infusion of wonderful aromas and the constant electric stimulation in my bum, behind the sutures and all places in-between.

By this time I was becoming confused about my increasing need to pee. Surely the catheter would take care of that need? Anyway, I just let go. I couldn’t hold it and alerted Mistress to the fact I thought I was peeing myself. ‘You have!’, was the bad news from Maggie. Apparently pee was seeping out around the stopper and making a mess on the clinic floor. A catheter bag was now attached which immediately started filling up with the contents of my desperate bladder. With amusement in her voice Maggie told me what would be happening next. ‘Right slave, that’s it. You’ve made a mess and will have to be punished, again!’

The punishment was to drink the contents of my own pee bag and this was achieved by taking my hood off, strapping a tube gag into my mouth and putting the hood back on again. Despite the leakage I had drained a considerable volume into the bag and devious as ever, Mistress made sure I drank big mouthfuls by pumping it in. 

It did take a lot of recycling and even when the cath bag was empty there was more. Mistress had reserved some of her own pee for such an occasion, this treat came in a jug and Maggie used a syringe to deliver the extra fluid down the tube gag. I have to admit that that unnerved me a lot. I had no control of what went in and no option but to drink or gag.

Mistress has always to be in control, but by this time I was struggling to drink which is very disappointing considering I like Mistresses pee far more than my own. It was getting a little late by this time and Mistress decided to use my pleas for mercy to bring the session to a close. Of course I was still wearing stitches, taking those out was far more painful than insertion because I was post orgasm and coming down from my high. 

I wouldn’t have missed the experience for anything, and by the end quite a lot of sweat had built up inside my own suit. Having received enough punishment for one day I was fortunate that none managed to leak onto Mistress Maggie's clinic floor!

And finally, another big THANK YOU to the most perfect Mistress a slave could ever want or need.

Caution: This 02:00min rubber and pissplay clip has audio

Big Balls Day

When I received the calling e-mail it almost told me exactly what to expect. The pre-session mail from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘Wear big spacious pants as a precaution. Rubber nurse is planning a big day for you.’

I think it was safe to assume that I was going to receive a long overdue saline infusion and give Mistress a huge set of testicles to play with. It also acted as a reminder to pack my latex underpants into my kit bag for the return journey, just in case the saline leaks out of my balls as has happened before. As I made way to Maggie’s Chambers I was curious to find out if I had accurately diagnosed my treatment.

Yep, this time I got my assessment exactly right. That is not to say that was all that happened during another wonderful session with my Mistress. Once again, due to the cool weather, I was invited to get rid of my outdoor clothes and don my rubber socks and gloves in the Playroom. I was of course feeling a little excited having been greeted by Maggie in her all white nurse uniform, topped off with a very bright and shiny white bobbed wig. I have to admit feeling a trifle embarrassed at my lack of control as the beginnings of an erection must have been clearly visible as I disrobed, but what slave wouldn't become excited by a very sensual and sensational lady in tight latex, and Maggie certainly has a penchant for doing that!

After changing into my rubber accessories and laying out my thick black rubber suit and butt plug for later use, I was sent to the bathroom to deposit the day clothes and perv bag. On my return there was no boot worship and that concerned me, as it was a big change from my normal routine. Instead, I was ushered onto the rubber bed, told to present my arse for attention and my butt plug easily and comfortably glided in to fill it up.

We then got me nicely encased in my thick latex catsuit. Even though the suit has been well chlorinated, a light dusting of talc was applied inside, moreso in the sleeves as Maggie always helps with my arms. I think Mistress does like to dress her slaves 'properly’, and after a visual inspection she dusted off any wisps of talc from my upper torso, I was told to use the cloth and clean off my calves and socks to ensure my owner didn't have to bend down for such a simple task.

Oddly there was still no footwear worship, instead Mistress applied padded leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I imagined they were to be used to restrain me somehow, but for the moment the carabiner connections were just left dangling. Mistress opened a plastic bag and extracted a brand new, sterile nasal cannula and began deploying it on my face, its curved prongs were slipped into my nostrils and its plastic tube was placed comfortably around my ears before being attached to a source of aromas. I detected the quiet humming of an electric pump and Maggie told me to exhale and hold my breath, when told to breath in I received an awesome blast of aromas. Satisfied that her test had worked Mistress had me wear a black latex hood and the cannula was secured invisibly in place.

‘Down on the floor slave. On your front’, ordered Mistress. It is a good job I am well padded in that department as the carabiners were brought into use, ankles and wrists clipped together in a very effective hogtie position, not that I wanted to, but with some fiddling and persistence I could possibly have undone the clasps and slipped out of the bondage. No, the reason for the bondage then became apparent as Mistress started pumping her bulb pump and I was instantly plied with an infusion of aromas, and in a somewhat intoxicated state I was instructed to, ‘clean my boots slave’. 

So that was me, boot slave for the next ten minutes. It wasn’t the easiest task I’ve been given by any stretch,  Mistress was keeping a keen eye on the boot cleaning and if I was failing to perform to her satisfaction I received the clap of a crop on rubber, including cock and ball area as well. Wriggling around on the carpet I struggled as best as I could to keep my tongue moving even when Maggie changed her position. ‘You have one job slave’, Mistress reminded me as she gave me another slap with her crop and placed the deep tread soles of her nurse boots on my face, by now I had learned that the best thing to do was just keep on licking. On the positive side, I was treated to that wonderful laugh as Maggie watched my squirmings, so it was worth the attentions of the crop.

That has got to be the most difficult and physically demanding footwear worship that I have experienced, and for once I was grateful when my boot duty ended and Maggie undid my clasps ready to progress to our next experience.

Ah, now onto my successful assessment of Mistresses calling mail. With the ankle and wrist cuffs removed it was an easy walk behind Maggie's delightful, white coloured rear through to The Clinic. I didn't resist the temptation this time and gently stroked one hand down the length of the latex skirt. The feeling of smooth latex on smooth latex is simply divine and fortunately I think the stroking was appreciated by my Mistress because I wasn't issued a warning. When the door to the clinic was opened, there was the cream rubber bodybag draped over the couch awaiting its victim, and I also noticed the matching double skinned cream latex hood.

I know the drill due to the excellent training I have received and I helped Mistress lay out the suit down the length of the couch. I even mentioned the internal arm envelopes, but I wasn't sure if Maggie's congratulations were genuine or just to make her slave feel that little more valued at remembering this extra restraining feature. I climbed onto the couch and teased my two latex covered black legs into the bag, then with considerable assistance from my owner slipped each arm into the internal sleeves. And that was effectively the end of the possibility of bottom stroking and in fact any movement at all apart from the odd wiggle. 

Maggie proceeded to zip me up in my tight latex cocoon before tightening the body straps as tight as she could. I was left to lie there and willingly accept my fate at the hands of my adorable Mistress once again. My conversion from an all black rubber slave to an all white one was completed with the fitting of the matching double skinned hood. I was given the choice of leaving the black hood underneath or replacing it with the cream one. I chose the former because the cannula was working absolutely fine as it was and I didn't wish to upset Mistress by disturbing it. I am also obsessed with layers of rubber and secretly fancied three layers of head covering.

Speaking of obsessions, Mistress left the outer covering unzipped for now and by careful positioning I could catch occasional glimpses of my main obsession as Maggie in her guise of my rubber nurse continued with her preparation. Strangely enough, the best view of Mistress was those glorious breasts. Whichever way I tilted my perforated eyes they kept returning to that area. As Maggie moved to the foot of the couch I was happy being able to see any part of my beautiful owner and I lay comfortably as the crotch zips were opened and Maggie proceeded to massage a good dose of body butter into my scrotum to make the skin more pliable. 

Returning from the bathroom she donned a fresh pair of sterile latex gloves, arranged a sterile plastic drape around my groin area and announced that she would be experimenting with needles rather than cannulas for delivering the saline, I have said many times in the past that I love being Mistresses lab-rat, ready to be experimented on, so naturally I agreed. Before I knew it two green needles were inserted into my ball sac, while the two bags of saline hanging on the IV stand began steadily dripping their contents and two short lengths of surgical tape held the needles where needed. Maggie had applied a tourniquet round my cock; from past experience, without the tourniquet, the saline not only fills the balls but also turns the whole area into a homogenous blob, just as effective at emasculating the subject as a mangina or sutures.

Maggie gave me the thumbs up to show she was very happy with the constant drip drip drip drip. We now had some time to wait for the balls to fill, a good excuse for Maggie to keep me in total isolation and the front cover of the hood was zipped shut and that was the last peek I managed of my fantastic Mistress. Although breathing was restricted, it was very comfortable in the hood and the thick latex allowed the merest cream glow to filter through.

As I lay there very content I knew that by the end I would be graced with super sized balls. Every now and then I heard the distinctive hiss of the aromas being pumped and took the cue to take a long slow intake of the relaxing elixir, typically Maggie would give me four or five pumps as I breathed in. This was quite a different aromas experience to the last session, where I was using a rebreather which served as a reservoir and I would recycle the aromas. Today with the nasal cannula, breathe out and it was gone and I was straight back to breathing the rubberised air inside the hood. I wasn't alone however, I was in excellent hands and in my imagination I had a view as clear as day of my Mistress and the last image I received through the eye perforations. 

When Mistress was not tending to the infusion, I received the most exquisite random touches to remind her slave that she was still in attendance. It might be across my chest then around my head and frequently round cock and balls and the final touch of total subjugation was allowing me to listen to some music through Maggie's headphones attached to her i-phone. I have no idea what was being played, but it suitably continued to arouse my whole libido.

A long time had passed before I felt the plastic drape being removed and Mistress was again fiddling with what used to be my ball sac, but I expect would be more resembling a stretched football bladder after being infused with 800mls of saline. Maggie wanted a little electric fun at my expense and stuck three pairs of adhesive electrodes around my new bladder-balls and set the boxes pulsating. That lasted a good few minutes but she wasn't satisfied with the levels of excitement being generated and decided that more needles would soon fix that! Maggie counted as she pushed them in; three needles per testicle, and when her applications were complete the needles were given a rousing electrical circuit of their own, making four estim circuits playing havoc with my swollen balls.

Mistress had covered all the items in her session plan but the down side was we had seriously over run. Removal of all hoods suits etc had to be done hastily and it was all over. It was a shame I couldn't help with the cleaning up and told Maggie so, but we ran out of time. I’d brought my knee length rubber shorts and put them on for the journey home, but this time I was leaking heavily and Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants that she keeps for such occasions. Those worked a treat and the moral of this story is that these are a must for anyone who has had this amount of saline.

As a footnote, when I got home, the effect of removing the tourniquet was now obvious and the saline had crept into all parts of my genital area. I am sure Maggie knows what an engorged cock and balls looks like and I am fairly sure it would illicit a smile or even that delightful laughter from those beautiful lips. Suffice is to say that the only safe way of having a pee was to sit down and hope it all goes down the pan.

I received exactly what had been stated but much much more. Thank you Mistress Maggie for another unique and very exciting session.

And finally, A Merry Christmas and a happy and pervy New Year, particularly to Maggie and John who have welcomed me into The Chambers 13 times in 2023. 

        🎄

Caution: This clip has audio 

Retribution

I am disappointed to have to admit to falling below the high standards that Mistress Maggie expects of her slaves and I paid the price for that slovenliness with several good thwacks from one of Mistresses stout canes. It also set the little grey cells whirling and the germ of a theory concerning when I am due to be chastised is starting to develop.

I know that over a period of time even the most dedicated of slaves commits misdemeanours and these have to be accounted for. The problem is that I can never tell when the misdemeanours accumulate to become a felony. (Apologies for the American terminology but the definitions fit exactly the problem). My theory starts at the notification email and in this case it contained no guidance, nothing, zip...

'I will leave your session content as a mystery …'

Mistress knows when I need a good caning but she is too considerate towards her slaves to worry them unnecessarily and so gives nothing away. My recent misdemeanours included failing to perform in a recent breath play scene involving a plastic bag, being late with posting a blog, poor formatting of said blog, taking Mistresses butt plug home up my bum etc… I certainly deserved the punishment and yes I would have been a little concerned if the calling mail had said your arse is going to receive a good caning tomorrow. Going forward I shall continue to monitor the theory, because in the future I will no doubt be due another punishment. Anyway, back to the content of the session.

Mistress greeted me into her Chambers wearing a black latex leotard that accentuated her rather nice bottom, the red corset and what can only be described as her handlebar hood with tasselled latex appendages. All this, together with black stockings hooked on to a good number of visible suspenders, made Mistress look incredibly inviting, yet there was still no reference made to the stinging arse I was about to receive. In the Playroom a little housekeeping was required to replace the existing heater with the more powerful one that we retrieved from the adjacent room. It was a rather chilly afternoon and Mistress instructed me to change into my red latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and still no inkling as to the beating that was forthcoming.

I should have guessed that Mistress had something extraordinary planned as I cleaned and worshipped those wonderful legs, because each time my butt came in range I received a splat with her cane rather than the normal paddling I’d  receive from a crop. I was also given a thwack when I couldn’t state how many studs I'd licked on each boot. I panicked with this unexpected question, said 5 and got another thwack. There are actually 7 studs per boot for future reference.

I was then to be turned into what looked like a wallflower, well if a slave with a red latex hood and a toilet collar zipped round his neck equates to a wallflower. Anyway, after having the ruff fixed I was to ease my way under the toilet box and lay squarely on the drip tray ready to take a welcome infusion of what I hoped would be Mistresses nectar. Mistress had already taken measures to prevent her toilet from leaking by pushing a butt plug into my rectal pipe. I didn’t have long to wait, as the lid opened and Mistresses private parts gradually blocked out the light from the room, but not before I was able to gauge what direction the refreshment would arrive. After a few adjustments, I was able to capture the stream fully in my eager open mouth. I don't think Mistress wants to drown her slaves in piss and regulated her flow to start and stop two or three times. Strangely after each interruption to the flow, the next stream required further adjustment. Mistress had warned me she was busting to relieve herself, so this slave gratefully provided that relief.

Oh boy, was I satiated when Mistress finished and given the added bonus of being sent back under the pan to slurp up the considerable pool that had found its way to the drip tray. After my welcome drink, I was sent to the bathroom to tidy myself up and remove the ruff. As an aside, because of the incredible flow and lack of capturing accurately, some pee had seeped into the hood and around to my ear. A quick easing of the hood soon had that problem resolved.

Returning from the Bathroom it was on to a new position, bum in the air so Mistress could apply electrodes, one to each bum cheek and set off the strangest feeling that set my butt a tingling. Ok, so now I was advised that it wasn’t the only stimulation my backside was to receive and it was at this point Maggie reminded me of all the felonies I had committed and I would receive appropriate restitution for each one.

I had the ignominy of actually volunteering to retrieve the horse that was to be used to support my portly frame. Once over the horse and positioned so Mistress could deliver good hefty swings, I was ready for my punishment. Not quite the individual intense pain I experienced during the nippling of the last session but cumulatively it bloody well stung. Strange that the sensation caused by the electrodes titillated and actually enhanced the sensations caused by the multiple cane strikes. A couple more for good luck and I was banned from saying 'but' as it becomes an excuse for poor performance. 'There are no buts in a slaves' vocabulary', she said. (Apart from the butt plug …). 

Mistress removed my own plug so it could be replaced with a small black vibrating bomb, once in she set it to one of its maximum vibrate settings. It certainly helped take my mind off my stinging arse and by clenching my buttock cheeks and hence the internal muscles I could alter the tone of the vibrator, which I’m certain was quite audible from outside the confines of my body. Lower the tone by clenching and relaxing raised the tone. With a bit of practice I am sure I could have played a tune, Trumpet Voluntary perhaps? After the deserved chastisement, I rather gingerly helped return the horse against the wall with the vibrator a constant reminder of its location.

When I returned, it was time for my red latex catsuit to be donned. I really cannot thank Mistress enough for helping me to chlorinate the suit, as I was able to slide into it with only the minimum amount of a talc. It was so so different from when I last struggled into it and cannot recommend too highly the advantages of chlorination for latex. Again, thank you Mistress. However, I suspect in the past Maggie did appreciate helping her slave to don the suit. A final piece of apparel in the form of the large corset was fastened as tightly as Mistress could manage and my arms secured to the waist eyes in the corset. I could move my arms but no more than to the horizontal although even that limited movement was to be further restricted soon enough.

We were going to repeat some of the breath play exercises that I had failed and thus incurred misdemeanours in the past. Mistress had disconnected the electrodes on my bum cheeks, but my vibrating little friend was purring away continuously inside my suit as I was invited to seat myself on the strict wooden bondage chair that was in place near the back wall. Now, without the comfortable cushion, the chair is a hard, unyielding structure with a hole in the middle.

I thought it wise to make sure the plug was positioned over the hole and sat back to be ‘entertained’ as Mistress selected a few lengths of black rope to use for suitably immobilising her slave. Sat pinioned I observed Mistresses preparation with a little trepidation and a lot of excitement. I suspected a little aromas might be deployed and I was not wrong, out came the virgin plastic bag and Maggie taped a small pad inside the bag, to act as a reservoir for her intended aromas delivery. This time I was sitting on a sorry caned bottom and was determined not to let Maggie down like I did last time. Resolved that I would remain quiet for as long as Maggie needed to keep me breathless, the bag was slowly tightened round my neck and I sat immobile trying to take very shallow breaths and no exertion to use what little remaining air I had left.

I was gasping a little but determined not to let my Mistress down again and fortunately Mistress gauged it just right to bring me out into the fresh Playroom air. I hadn’t struggled, I hadn’t complained, I didn’t die and best of all, I think Maggie was pleased with this performance. So much so that she repeated the exercise with a little more umph to the abdomen electrodes that had been set pulsing before the bagging. Yes, I had 3 estim circuits playing havoc with my genitals! I jerked a little, I humped a little but I didn’t beg for air and once again, I think Maggie was a little pleased with my efforts and progress in training.

After the plastic we moved on to a more sustainable breathing exercise by introduction of that wonderful inflatable hood. Again I sat quietly as Mistress removed my red head and zipped on the inflatable. As it was gradually inflated, I did manage a good view through the mask ventilation hole and with judicious movement of the head was able to get brief glimpses of what Mistress was doing until the adaptor was fitted… along with the aromas pump hose… and finishing with the rubber rebreather bag. I still received a little illumination through the opaque adaptor, but of course saw no details, although that all changed when the breathplay began.

During my extended period of oxygen deprivation, I did receive a lot of personal illumination about how I really would do anything for my owner, and quite a highlighted version at that, as the aromas were being pumped. The rebreather has that strange effect of allowing me to rebreathe some of the aromas rather than venting straight into the playroom and at least added a scent to my bag of stale air, so all in all a very illuminating part of another excellent session, apart from my stinging arse of course.

Speaking of my arse, I was still trying to play a tune with the clenching and releasing of muscles while the vibrator was constantly buzzing away on full, but these buttock clenches must have moved the switch over something hard and the vibrations stopped. I told Mistress and we thought it was the batteries although the tests afterwards suggested there was plenty of power remaining. I will ask Mistress if I can investigate the remote control as it may be that that has no battery life left.

After two or three breaks for real Playroom air when the adaptor and rebreather was removed, the session gradually eased to its natural conclusion and Mistress released me from my bonds, removed all the electrics that had gravitated to my groin area and I was once more free. Well not exactly. I am never free when in the Chambers. I am owned by my Mistress and always subject to whatever whim or fancy is in Maggie's mind, after all, I have promised to willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question and this time I remembered to remove that butt plug which was, by then a very comfortable addition to my wellbeing.

Thank you Mistress.

Caution: This 2:03min inflatable breathplay with estim clip has audio

My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

Caution: This 02:17min clip has audio.

In Memoriam; RIP QEII

Exactly one year ago Queen Elizabeth II died at the ripe old age of 96. Both Mistress Maggie and I had only ever known the queen as our monarch and we allowed a little nostalgia about this subject, and that was the end of any melancholy. The remainder of our session was nothing short of magnificent.

Mistress left no doubt as to what her session plans might include by greeting me in her piss pants, the remainder of her tasty ensemble included a red bra and hood and who wouldn’t be uplifted by such a beautiful vision, and not for the last time during this session I was really tempted to lean forward and gently kiss those wonderful orbs as I followed Mistress up to the Playroom. I am too well trained and like I have done on so many occasions, I once more resisted that almost overwhelming urge.


I had promised to demonstrate a selfie stick that might be of use to Maggie for capturing sessions. After a short demo and a thoughtful ‘we’ll see’ from Maggie we moved forward in the session.

By the time I returned from the bathroom in my red latex gloves and socks, I was ready and really eager to undertake my first duty of cleaning, licking and kissing all the way up and down both of Mistresses thigh length boots. I could almost feel the heat behind Maggie’s bulbous piss pants and I tried to surreptitiously nuzzle the top of my head in that most intimate place. I didn’t overdo this as every now and then, to accompany my ministrations, Mistress brought her crop down with a loud crack, generally to my buttock, but my cock and balls were also being used as a target if they came within range.


Next I was to be stuffed with anal beads. The Horse was brought out and I used my new found discovery of how to position myself on it, so as to make my bumhole even more accessible, by hoisting my buttocks over the end of the horse and leaning forward. (See last blog for the more open position).

My trusty red butt plug went in very easily but Mistress had mischievously placed two strings of anal beads just in my eye line. The first one was relatively small and the second not small at all. I love Mistresses sense of theatre as she toyed with both sets and chose, of course, the large string of balls for stuffing me up like a packhorse! The beads left me feeling very full and despite their size I felt no discomfort whatsoever as each of the 4 balls in turn disappeared away from the glare of the Playroom lights, leaving an amusing tail about 10cm sticking out of my bum.

Dressing in my red catsuit was a bit of a struggle and needed plenty of talc and time to get it on. We both agreed that it would be useful to have the garment chlorinated as soon as possible, but once it was tidily and tightly on my body and zipped up I felt absolutely fantastic. My tail was hidden neatly inside the suit and once I’d had a hood fitted I was head to toe in lovely red latex.

Mistress retrieved a long orange rope before easing down the crotch zip to expose my balls. With a very well-practised movement she had my cock and balls strung up sufficiently tight for me to know that it wouldn’t slip off; a quick tug on her rope proved the point, in fact any more of a tug and my cock and balls would be coming off with the rope still attached. 


This rope produced one of the best cock harnesses that I have had the privilege to be attached to. With her packhorse loaded with rubber balls and tethered on the long rope she led it towards the mysteries awaiting in her Clinic. One tug and I was urged to follow her and her beautiful derriere, but - ‘Hey, not so close slave. Follow with a bit of distance’, she instructed. I didn’t say so, but I’m guessing she just wanted more room to yank my bollocks, nevertheless I was quickly realising that a quick tug on the rope could prove most ‘interesting’. Either deliberately or accidentally and I suspect the former, Maggie instructed me to return to the Playroom to retrieve her glass of water. The rope was long enough for her to hold the reins while I completed the trip and I half expected a quick yank for me to return.

I guessed it most unlikely that once I retrieved the glass that she would tug the rope, because to do so may have me dropping the glass. On reflection I think that may well have been an option if Mistress was in her mischievous mood, but then again, she was equally mischievous to keep me on tenterhooks.

On my return the water was quickly devoured and I was told I had a little more boot cleaning to perform before we go any further, because of the talc that had floated onto them when I’d donned my catsuit. The dust was soon dealt with and I was invited to sit on the couch and recline into a most comfortable position for my re-hydration.


Sitting unrestrained and very happy I was ready to receive the first of two infusions of Mistresses piss, but I had to wait a few more seconds as Maggie asked if I preferred to suck on an open tube or a tube with a mouthpiece. I requested the mouthpiece because it fits comfortably in the mouth giving you something to grip onto so as to avoid the tube popping out in mid flow, it also allows for a very satisfactory suck for the piss delivery. Anyway, I was finally allowed to drink the fresh warm contents from Mistresses pants and it was delightful. It shows how far my training has progressed, because my rehydration preference is now ALWAYS for Maggie’s pee rather than water or other liquid offerings. Contrary to the well known metaphorical phrase, Mistress has a horse that she can lead to water and guarantee that it will drink! I remember going to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and Maggie producing a bottle of pee for me to consume… sorry I digress.


I eagerly consumed every last drop and then a second helping was dispensed from a drink carton that Maggie brought in from another room. Maggie announced that the contents were yesterday’s pee and that I was to consume that as well. I did via the same delivery route and was able to finish the small amount left in the carton at the end of the session. Well I did mention that quenching thirst was now primarily a nectar drinking pleasure. It also demonstrates how thoughtful my owner can be.

After having thoroughly quenched my thirst Maggie decided to help me lose some of the fluids via my sweat glands and I was strapped into her inflatable straitjacket.

Pumped up and strapped down to the couch I was to model a very tight ball gag. By now, Mistress knows many of my little ‘secret’ tricks for making a slaves life a little easier and tightened the gag straps so I couldn’t ease it out of my mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly effective at staying in and keeping me quiet but it didn’t prevent Mistress planting three of the most delightful kisses fairly and squarely on the ball of the gag. With that incentive I think I would have happily worn the gag for as long as Maggie wanted me to. (Another of those comments I might ‘benefit’ from in future sessions.)


Finally I was relieved of the orange rope tether from around my cock and balls, and to tell the truth I was a little disappointed to feel the tight embrace gradually loosened, but not for long as Mistress had a plan. She coaxed my balls into a series of tight rubber bands, five I think and a couple more for good measure round the base of my cock. That was only the start of Mistresses pleasure, she also had plans to shock my abdominal region with a simple urethral electrode linked to a chunky electroplay loop around my penis. That was interesting, and normally Maggie would allow me some intoxicating aromas via the aroma pump hose, but not today. Strangely I felt happy without the infusion of aromas. I suppose, once again, it is as a result of the excellent training I have received as I just long for whatever Maggie decides that she wants to do with her slave.


The final act of our session involved two almost identical GP5 gas masks. I say almost identical as one was definitely much smaller than the other. I know Mistress likes to occasionally join in with breath play games and after 221 sessions I have learned one or two of my Mistresses preferences. The couch straps were undone now but I was still confined in the pumped up straitjacket, Maggie told me to shuffle over to one side so she could sit next to me. The masks were joined with a couple of hoses and a 5lt rebreather bag attached to the central connector. 

The gas masks went on, me first and then Maggie, we were then breathing the same air through the rebreather. Mistress did manage 10 minutes in the joint breathing before opting to ease herself out. It was probably my training that allowed me to rebreathe with little adverse effects, I have experienced so many rebreathing sessions with Maggie’s guidance over the years that have obviously paid off and I could have carried on quite a while longer. In any event it was wonderful to be that close to Mistress and for her to allow me to share her air. Perhaps a tap on my side of the arrangement may allow Mistress to take proportionally more air than her slave? 


And then, the session had reached its natural conclusion. Well almost. As we were getting out of our hot sticky clothes I was able to help Mistress out of her latex and the sight that presented me almost made me forget my training. Maggie was leaning forward in all her natural glory. There in front of me were a perfect pair of bottom cheeks. I plucked up courage to mention the vision and she appeared to agree for me to actually kiss each cheek. I wasn’t 100% sure of the instruction so I restrained my urge and gently stroked each globe in turn. 


Any regrets? Only Carpe Diem and all that, but my training has been thorough and I try not to overstep the mark unless I am certain that Mistress Maggie has actually sanctioned my move.


Thank you Mistress for another excellent experience and your training has been thorough and effective but there is still more mileage to travel before you consider me your ‘acceptable’ slave. 

Warning: This 01:36min breathplay clip has audio

Imagination

Imagination is one of the most fantastic attributes that we humans possess. It certainly has helped cement my adoration and servitude to my Mistress Maggie. Before I was introduced to the delights of slave training under a most stunning and accomplished Dominatrix, I used to imagine totally random mundane issues; What if I won the pools? What if the premium bonds came up? What about the lottery? etc. etc… 

Since I met Mistress my thoughts and imagination have increasingly been focussed towards how I can better serve my owner. It’s not unknown for my thoughts about Mistress and what she would like to do with her slave to make me physically shake with excitement. I, of course, accept everything Mistress wishes to do both in actuality and imagination, although some do stray into Maggie’s forbidden territory and these are filed away for future, private review.

Some however, come to maturity, like my recent silver headed tape binding, a walk in the woods, a meal in bondage at a local restaurant etc. etc. and some are wonderful yet impractical. I imagine being Maggie’s full time rubber slave, having her free to modify my bits and pieces at will, without concerns for my vanilla life. Impractical I know, because I do not have the stamina and staying power to live up to Mistresses high standards 24*7, and neither is it one of Maggie’s requirements.


Today I was told to -

‘Pack your plum cat suit to bring to session along with your butt plug and black accessories. It might be a hot and sweaty day but Mistress has the means to let a slave drip dry’.


Mention of the plum suit had my imagination running wild in a specific direction. In the past Maggie has referred to the suit as my ‘flying suit’, I had worn it when she had decided to suspend me from the ceiling, attach all sorts to my dangly bits and ensured I was well used, and not just on the one occasion! You don’t need a great amount of imagination to understand how much my mind was racing.

Arriving at the Chambers on time I was greeted by my stunning Mistress in a most beautiful long latex evening skirt in a plum colour. Imagination ramped up a notch as I followed those beautiful hips up the stairs to the Playroom, and yes my thoughts did momentarily slip into forbidden territory, but I am now too well trained to allow those thoughts more than a fleeting millisecond to continue.

Returning from the bathroom as instructed, in my latex socks and gloves with trusty butt plug in hand, I adopted my position for the preliminary footwear worship but had to wait before I could start. Mistress was a little excited as a new purchase had arrived in today’s post and knowing what it was, she wanted to open the packet and have me model it. The item was a black spandex hood and her first observations were that it might be too small and made for a child. Being spandex it could be stretched over my willing head, instantly growing from its seemingly small size to slave size and seated very comfortably where it was intended to go. From the inside it had the opacity and texture of very, very thick black tights. It was dark but allowing sufficient light to see Maggie’s outline as she fussed and adjusted the hood to align with my features and laughed as she slid the mouth zip open to my surprise. Enough of this and I am sure it will reappear either in my training or for another fortunate slave.

Maggie’s boots were short; ankle length material boots, and I was told in no uncertain terms not to get the material too wet, unlike the attentions I give to her leather or vinyl boots where I could lick, kiss and drool a bit to my heart’s content. While I was kissing and worshipping her footwear Mistress outlined the agenda she’d proposed for today’s lesson, telling me how she would need to postpone her original plans because her plan to wrap me in clingfilm and suspend me on a scaffold pole felt too strenuous for her at the moment. Yes, my imagination had at least been partly on track, but that explanation has now set my imagination racing for a future session. ‘Instead’ she said, ‘You will begin by acting as a toilet for me’. That then set my imagination going in yet another direction and by now I was so deep in my sub-space that I was delighted to be able to serve Maggie in any way she wished.

A latex hood was chosen for me to serve in before I was reacquainted with the plum suit that I had deposited on the bed when I arrived, and the plum butt plug that had been quivering on the chest of drawers was now fitted where the sun don’t shine. It was a nice touch that Mistresses skirt, my suit and even the hidden plug were all colour coordinated, confirming that Maggie does have a particularly fine sense for detail and colour co-ordination.

Mistress seemed rather pleased when I volunteered with moving the heavy toilet box into the most suitable location for play, but isn’t that what any slave would do? Why have a dog and bark yourself, or in this case why have a slave and do the shifting yourself.  Positioned under the seat with the rubber toilet ruff comfortably fitted round my neck I was snapped into position around the bowl. My view of the world was somewhat limited and I lay passively as Mistress made her human toilet more secure and useful. 

This is where my imagination kicks into overdrive again. I can feel Maggie attaching chains, securing me under the box and… this is where I really appreciate the pictures that Maggie so graciously provides me with. I can compare what I had imagined with what physically happened. That in itself can be a real revelation when I do receive the pics. This act of reconciling fact and imagination is a wonderful experience that I can cherish for ever.

I will perhaps go off at a slight tangent here. In my earlier training I told Maggie how I loved to be able to watch as she glided around me doing whatever she was doing. Now I still do love those visions but I no longer need to see my Mistress all the time. If I am blindfolded, hooded, taped up or severely restricted, I know in my imagination just how lucky I am to have a beautiful owner and I can spend my ‘dark time’ thinking about her, knowing that I may be lucky to receive real images of what she is doing. Sometimes as happened today, the imagination can be wildly different from reality.

Sorry, I digress and will return to the session now. I was comfortable in my position and waiting for Mistress to fulfil todays role. I didn’t have too long to wait and I could hear Maggie raising the long skirt, not a particularly practical garment if the wearer is contemplating using her toilet slave. I did catch the merest glimpse of Maggie removing her latex briefs ready for action, and guess what colour they were? Yes, plum coloured latex briefs. Mistress really does have an eye for detail.

Waiting patiently to perform my task, I was privileged to be allowed the vision of two white orbs slowly descending until Maggie was happy that her waste would be deposited fairly and squarely in the correct receptical. Then a little stream appeared. Carefully positioning my lips I eased my head a little and was able to catch and consume every drop of the golden nectar that I was gifted with. Being only a tongue length from that forbidden private area of Maggie’s anatomy created more forbidden imagination on my part, but I am too well trained to stray.

To top off, or should I say bottom off her experience, I saw Maggie using toilet paper to dry her private parts and casually toss the moist sheet into the toilet bowl and closed the lid. Am I due more? Will there be another drink available? Not today, when the toilet lid was briefly opened it was to toss an aroma soaked sheet into the pan and the lid promptly closed again, leaving me to inhale the heady scent intermingled with the lasting perfume emanating from the used tissue.

I felt quite flushed when finally relieved of my toilet duties, though needed to get busy helping Mistress by returning the toilet to its correct place and pulling out the bondage bed to allow Mistress access to both sides. Mistress then led me through to her wardrobe where I received a sneak peek of the magnificent latex garments Mistress possesses, but the prime reason was to retrieve a VERY heavy rubber bondage sack from the high rail. As I said earlier, why have a dog and bark… ? 

Back in the Playroom my suits’ crotch zip was opened, as was the appropriately aligned zip in the bondage sack. It is quite easy to enter the sack and although you have limited movement there is no escape since it also has arms like a straightjacket. The art is to gently bend knees while retaining balance and trust Mistress to guide you onto the bed, a couple of shuffles had me in the centre of the bed and I received leather straps around my upper arms, wrists and one around my ankles. I was secure and incredibly comfortable. Even when the securing chains were attached at arms and ankles I relaxed and felt truly grateful for this wonderful and inescapable experience.

I was jolted out of my dreams by feeling Mistress going to work on her cock and balls. Something tight and steely was fastened round them, Maggie was screwing something in and cranking up its grip on my delicate parts, then something a little less steely was slipped over my cock, I guessed this might be some form of electrical connection. Maggie confirmed it was a double monopole electrode, she teamed it with an item she described as, ‘a little electro pad for your little cock and balls’, and firmly attached it on my perineum at the root of my cock. A little test of the electrical circuits and we were good for lift off! Because Maggie knows her slave and also my tolerances, she happily started the e-stim with a pulsing charge on Program 8, at a sufficient level to excite but not exterminate. As soon as cock and balls get used to that level of stimulation I know it is likely to be increased!

To complete my preparations for some relaxing bed bondage Maggie attached the rubber blindfold and encouraged me to accept the inflatable tube gag, not that I need any encouragement for any activities that Maggie chooses. Before being tucked up underneath the latex duvet I had an inflatable collar fitted round my neck to help retain the heat within my latex bondage. I really should have mentioned to Maggie that the merest chink of light peeked through around the top corner of the blindfold, not enough to allow any form of vision but light all the same. I console myself with this lack of honesty to Mistress with the fact that I was severely gagged and couldn’t talk. Had I tried to grunt that I could see, Maggie would naturally be concerned that something more desperate was wrong, and I didn’t want to worry her.

As I rested in near to darkness my imagination again became very active. I could imagine that beautiful figure as Maggie lay next to me on top of the rubber duvet. I could imagine Mistress gently stroking me through the multiple latex layers, I could imagine receiving a welcome infusion of aromas, but it wasn’t imagination. I could actually feel all these subtle luxuries as I ‘relaxed’. What definitely wasn’t left to my imagination was the gradual increase in the e-stim levels.

That really hit the button. The increased power set my imagination on fire. I could only think of my seductive Dominatrix and her very willing slave being brought into a state of heightened arousal. I must admit that quite a few of the thoughts strayed into forbidden territory as I recollected what had happened and…  CLIMAX!

After having turned off the electric’s (thank goodness), Mistress gently eased me out of the sack. I was dripping wet and had to stand on a towel to avoid a tsunami across the carpet. We dumped all the latex into the bath and I helped Maggie with the cleaning, moving the bed back etc. and we talked about the wonderful feelings I had just experienced and I was happy relaxed and contented.

I appreciate much of this blog is devoted to my imagination, but I really would like to thank Mistress Maggie for helping me to develop that imagination in a most perverted direction. I think I am happier now than for a long long time.

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!

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