Nettling Nipples

Another hot day in Preston, but I managed to arrive cool by choosing the shaded side of the road to make my approach. I was soon feeling a lot warmer when Mistress Maggie opened the door to the Chambers. Mistress said she would be wearing something suitable for the hot weather and was looking fantastic in black fishnet tights, tight turquoise playsuit with a contrasting black harness, she had already suggested I include my latex shorts and t-shirt in the perv bag, as well as the normal inhabitants of course; latex socks, gloves, catsuit and butt plug, so I certainly had a lot of dressing options available.

With Maggie taking the lead I made my way to the Playroom, wishing I could get a lot closer to those perfect undulating cheeks with every upwards step. But I restrained myself!

I was instructed to strip in the Playroom, where the oscillating fan was making its presence felt with wafts of cool air. I was a little surprised that I was asked only to don shorts, gloves and socks, even the t-shirt was omitted from the dressing list that Mistress gave me, but no matter, Maggie always has a reason for all her clothing choices, and I was somewhat relieved that I hadn't been instructed to wear my newest thick catsuit. A latex hood was fitted immediately and that was nice to wear for the whole of the remainder of the session.

As I was paying homage to her shiny knee boots, Mistress maintained an irregular but frequent thwacking of my latex covered bum with her 'blue crop'. Mistress likes the sound of her implements on bare flesh and the delightful crack it makes against latex too, but her ministrations were doing little to quash my ardour, in fact it was so pleasant that I regretted it when the gentle 'massage' ended. 

Perhaps now is the appropriate point to mention what I had suggested to Mistress for her consideration during the session. I wrote in late July - Re Clinic ideas. I may well regret this but it may be fun to find out what a combination of elastrator, catheter, e-stim and ball stretching feels like?  

I never regret any of these suggestions, although I must admit to questioning my sanity as Mistress translates the suggestion into reality. Of course I anticipate a lot more content and even after 200+ sessions Maggie has continued to bring new elements into my training, as happened today. Before adjourning, or more accurately, being led by my collar into The Clinic, Mistress had one more activity she needed to perform whilst in the Playroom. No, not my butt plug. Mistress declared that is now too small. I was ordered to bend over the waiting horse, some electro lube, in went a pair of electro Kegel balls followed by a circuit test and all was ready. 

Escorted into the clinic and Mistress very wisely had me sit squarely on a towel on the couch. A wise choice because even by then I was starting to sweat in the heat and the Clinic fan was marginally less effective than the Playroom one, so I was warming up nicely. I willingly submitted to being strapped down on the couch and eagerly accepted some welcome aromas through a strapped on anaesthesia mask. Then something totally unexpected; Mistress produced a pair of breast suction cups that she has recently acquired and a very healthy looking nettle plant, looking most green and seriously ready for its intended destination. A good dollop of lube on each of my breast areas to ensure a good vacuum, the nettles were divided into three sprigs, one each in each plastic breast receptacle and one spare. Then the truly amazing sensation as the air was pumped from first one then the other breast cups.

I have experienced nettles in various scenarios during my extensive training, but never like this and never with such intensity of sensation. The right hand cup was pumped up and stayed in position for a long, long time. Another amazingly successful application and the results have remained with me for several days.

Right breast showing signs of suction and nettling.

We didn't fare so well with the left breast. It pumped up fine, so I had a nicely balanced pair of boobs but I could tell that the air was gently seeping from somewhere round the seal. Pumped up again and the same thing so Maggie concentrated on stroking the left nipple with the nettles just so they could both share the sensations, whilst the right one was quietly marinating away without a care in the world.

Maggie then opted for a better view of my pumped up predicament; lowering the couch she climbed up and straddled my shoulders, nose and mouth to produce breath control in the extreme. I could only gasp for breath as Mistress adjusted to create the perfect seal and I really had no control over my next breath, or when or even if I would breathe again! In a bizarre way I  did get my wish to be closer to Maggie's rear, but I really didn't expect it to be in such a breath taking fashion. One final comment about Maggie's rear is that, with a little wriggling her cheeks can achieve a complete seal around lips and nose and I do love being in such a controlled position.

Oh how pleased I am that Mistress has developed into the catheter queen. The same sterile routine that I have had so many times before, the same procedure and the catheter was in and operational without me even noticing the insertion.

You may have remembered that I mentioned Mistress divided the nettles into three sprigs. The third sprig was wafted with gay abandon across my cock and balls as Maggie casually sat on her stool, having some sustenance whilst laughing at my stinging, not so private parts. My Mistress knows exactly how to frustrate her slave and I really love it!

I got the impression that Maggie was enjoying the next part of her medical operations; applying elastrator rings to my scrotum and balls. And after asking what our previous effort had achieved, was determined that I would be going for a ‘personal best’ for the number of rings round my balls. After number 7, Maggie announced in a semi serious, half laughing tone that she was going to see if she could speed up the process by applying two rings at a time. Yep, that worked and in half the time I ended up with 11 rings on my nuts. I suggested that with two rings that the strain on Mistresses wrists may be alleviated by applying the elastrator’s locking clip until she was ready to release them, but this didn't seem necessary for Maggie although next time...

A couple of needles in scrotum!

Now was the time for a little relaxation for this happy chappy. Mistress fitted an anaesthesia hood for more breath play and to achieve a virtually airtight seal, I received the Perspex eye shield which allows perfect vision without air loss through the eye sockets. I was also to be attached to the magnificent Bellows that Maggie had created for breath play, which allow concurrent restricted breathing and aromas deployment. Breath slowly in... out... in... out. I could sense when Mistress was about to deploy another few puffs of magic air so adjusted my intake breath until after I sensed Maggie pumping the aromas bulb and that produces the maximum, most beneficial sensations. I was to maintain this pattern of breathing until my balls dropped off!

A little CBT followed just to highlight the fun I might lose if the elastrator bands had been left on for too long. I don't think Maggie really wants me to be de nutted... Mistress placed a cock clamp to my already banded balls and another bipolar connection tightened round my cock end. I only managed around five minutes of the estim, because by this time, my body was losing stamina. I was starting to rapidly warm up, the bands round my balls were starting to ache and I never even registered that Mistress had managed to insert a couple of needles in my scrotum. 

This was a shame when I saw the picture, because Mistress creates some wonderful sculptures with her needle work. Perhaps next time I will be tough enough to run with her creativity.

As it happened, Mistress did show some mercy and chose to snip off the 11 bands before it was too late to do so! I tried to persevere because I never like letting my Mistress down but I had reached that stage. I mentioned to Maggie that I thought I had had enough pleasure for one day and like the really caring Mistress she is, recognised the increasing stress levels and started quietly and efficiently dismantling my pleasure items.

Maggie had produced exactly what I requested and needed. I was pushed to my limit and next time I hope to push those limits a little further. On another positive note we did achieve a personal best with 11 elastrator bands, so the target next time will be >11. I am certain there will be a next time and who knows, with a bit more breast suction I may end up with suitably sized boobs. Well perhaps not as that depends on Mistress Maggie's preferences and of course the breast cones explains why no t-shirt or catsuit were used.

Caution: This 02:19 elastrator 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.

Be Careful What you Wish for

I trust Mistress Maggie with my life. She can do anything she wishes and I know I will emerge a better slave, so why when she assured me that the double bulb silicone enema tube and the urinary catheter would retain all the fluids did I still worry about explosive discharges during the session? I suppose the answer lies somewhere deep in the bowels of your anatomy but I will develop that thought at a more relevant time in the blog.

It was a warm day and I was disappointed that the predicted thundery outbreaks had not materialised, otherwise I would have arrived at The Chambers in my rather nice rubber trench coat that I had in the car. The thunder didn’t happen so I put on my boring jacket as I sauntered from the car, just in case. I was greeted by Mistress in a very appropriate, lighter weight latex apron and waist cincher, and as we climbed to The Playroom I got the faintest glimpse of the tiny black latex briefs over her transparent tights, which shined through the holes of her black fishnet stockings. 

Maggie was also wearing white boots, and my first task after donning socks and gloves was to remove her boots. This is a part of my training that can be repeated as many times as Mistress wishes, and although I say so myself, I think I perform a very passable role as Mistresses boot remover. The secret is to be very gentle with all actions and to keep Mistresses foot in line with the shape of the boot, gently ease down the side zipper and supporting Maggie's foot ease the boot forward and arc upwards from the heel. Once Maggie has that confidence in her slave the boot slides off every so smoothly.

However, it did leave me with a dilemma. Now, with no footwear, what exactly was I to pay homage to? Already solved as Maggie said I was to lick and kiss every hole in the fishnet stockings. Now that was a surprise, as the stockings being stockings went all the way up to mid thigh. Not wasting this opportunity I approached every inch, I also was able to re-adjust the seams at the feet of the stockings much to Maggie's relief. I never did get to pay homage to the white boots but the alternative was a real delight and thanks to Maggie for that surprise.

We spent a short while discussing the new urethral stretchers that I had obtained from the web and brought with me at Maggie's request. Quite nice stretchers although I have only been able to manage a couple of sessions at home with the smaller ones. I had bought four in all in varying size, but it just didn't feel right to be sat at home enjoying the stretching on my own. I felt like I was somehow disrespecting Maggie's ownership of those parts, however with approval I will continue, as I know Mistress would like to have the option to insert larger sounds.  

Moving on, I was quickly into my plum latex catsuit, which in the past seems to have coincided with suspension bondage, but today I was advised that Mistress would be fulfilling my request for session content. A swift insertion of my head into that comfortable white latex hood and we were off to The Clinic. First an 'older' posture collar was applied along with a gag to shut me up. It may have been older but it certainly remained effective at maintaining my posture. Then a catheter. Mistress has become so expert in this area that apart from the 5 minute wait for the urethral anaesthetic to take effect, the whole process took only a few moments.

Maggie, in Maggie's mischievous way decided that it would be a shame to just dispense with the needle she had just used, and it would provide far better value if it was stuck in one of my nipples! Along with three others I ended up with two needles in each nipple and hardly a wince from me. 

Next to the meat of my request. Maggie showed me the bardex style inflatable butt plug she intended to fill my bum with, then like the catheter, that also slipped in very easily and was substantially inflated. It did feel snug and yes it felt really secure as the first of the 2 litres of warm soapy solution were drained inside. At this point, I have to admit to starting to worry about the explosive discharge I mentioned earlier and when Maggie said the catheter would remain sealed... well, you can imaging the discomfort when Maggie opened a bag of saline and set up a drip to fill up my bladder with the fluid.

With everything looking good, sealed in or dripping as appropriate, Maggie eagerly extracted her electric kit from The Clinic cupboard. At this point I started to lose the plot. I really did have visions of the e-stim forcing me to lose all sphincter control, forcing out the Bardex and redecorating the pristine Clinic in substances that should not be present in a sterile environment! Despite reassurances from Maggie that there were no signs of leakage, quite frankly, I lost it and was almost crying for Maggie to let me go to the toilet.

I have constantly said Mistress can be severe but she does have the interests of her slave at heart. Realising I was genuinely in distress she put a stop to her ongoing procedures, and as quickly as she could safely manage had me de-gagged, unstrapped from the couch and the posture collar removed. That was a mini disaster as one of the older plastic straps broke at one of the holes. I did immediately offer to provide a replacement but those of you who follow Maggie's Twitter feed will know that minor issues like this are not a problem to my inventive and resourceful Mistress. Within a few days she’d reported that the collar had been given a new lease of life with new leather straps.

What a stinky mess I managed to create in the presence of my owner. As I sat on the loo, emptying myself for ages, I was really embarrassed that in my hurried dash I had produced so much foul fluids in and about the bathroom's toilet bowl. However, resourceful as ever, after I had cleaned up most of the mess, Mistress used her shower attachment to dislodge any remnants in cracks and crevices (bathroom not mine!) and I ended up far less embarrassed.

Well, I only had myself to blame. I had initiated all the problems and embarrassment I had got myself into today, when in a mad moment, on a day where I seemed to be doing a lot of peeing I had written to Maggie suggesting a clinic scenario that involved a lot of water ...it may be fun to be rubbered then catheterised, then filled with lots and LOTS of fluid (your choice), then exercised in full, heavy rubber and see how long the fluids take to filter through...  I got exactly what I asked for. I have mentioned that having to provide Mistress with my fantasies, you have to be careful what you wish for.

On reflection I wouldn't change a thing and thank you Mistress for the experience. Well, I will change one thing if I am allowed to repeat the experience. Trust Mistress Maggie's equipment and her reassurances that nothing was leaking. I might also ask for a few puffs of aromas whilst I am being filled.

Caution: This 2:12min clip has audio.

Expunged and Inflated

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

All sins expunged

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All pumped up with nowhere to go!

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

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

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

This used to be my c@@k!

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

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

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

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

Tingling Left I Am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plenty in the reservoir

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannula pump in use.

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

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

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

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

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

200 Not Out

I make no apologies for changes to content and style for this truly momentous occasion. I am going to indulge in a little nostalgia about my journey to happiness over the last 10 years or so. Why? Well today's extravaganza marks my 200th session with the most fantastic Professional Dominatrix a slave could ever wish for. I am eternally grateful to Mistress Maggie that she has seen fit to keep persevering with this somewhat dim, occasionally careless but always faithful slave.

My journey started on 28th September 2011, well a bit before that date actually but 28th September is the first time a very nervous newbie took a very long walk to the front door of The Chambers to be greeted by a very friendly, very beautiful and very understanding Mistress. 

Treated to a fantastic pegging with poppers. 

My search for something exciting and out of my comfort zone started a few weeks prior to that date, when being totally bored at work I began idly browsing for something exciting to tickle my fancy and I eventually landed on Mistresses in the North West. One or two candidates caught my eye and I even surreptitiously made a site visit to one place somewhere near Manchester. But the one website that stood out head and shoulders from the rest was Mistress Maggie's, and it does remain in my humble opinion, one of the best websites of its kind on the whole internet. 

Why Maggie? Well she is incredibly beautiful, oozes sexual magnetism, she was local to where I live and above all her red lines mentioned on her website were an exact match to where I didn't want to go. Well, they were at the start of my journey at least, as these have now broadened to accommodate whatever Maggie wishes. It also turned out over time that she has a wicked sense of humour and some truly endearing traits that have certainly drawn me more tightly under her spell.

Bubbling away quite nicely.

After that first session I was hooked. My early writings were simple reviews of Maggie's services on one or two advertising sites that she used, but unfortunately I have lost track of those original reviews. By my 5th session, Maggie asked if I would like some photos of my 'ordeal' and that first picture was published on Flickr together with a slim narrative. It was at that time when I received some very valuable advice from Maggie's husband John,  not to be so verbose on Flickr and that a blog might be a better avenue to take. Thus started the first of many Diary entries on Blogger and the 'Diary Of A Lancashire Slave' was born. There were early concerns about the new Government legislation that now appears to have been dropped, concerning the content of adult images. Maggie helped me through that minefield too, hence why some photos were marked as deleted!

My life was taking on a new meaning as we progressed through the many adventures that Maggie and I enjoyed; a trip to Chorley where Mistress saved me from an inebriated chappie who was suggesting going somewhere where I didn't want to go, Maggie of course didn't let anything happen as she always looks after her charges' welfare; the trips to our 'secret' wooded location for Mistress to walk me on a lead in full rubber through a leafy glade; being tied to a pillar under Lytham pier and approached by two security guards believing I was actually in danger, and on our 100th session on April 8th 2016 Mistress had organised a real treat for her, by now, truly ensnared slave, to have an artist present to create a centenary session portrait. There have been far to many adventures for me to recount the wonderful detail that Maggie created during all those sessions and that is why I continue with my DOALS (Diary Of A...) The common theme in all our sessions is that on each and every session I have become that little bit more devoted to my perfect Mistress and I have enjoyed every minute of our adventures. 

The next 100 sessions brought me further along my journey to becoming a better slave for Maggie. I had lost any inhibitions that I may have arrived with and it was someway through that period where I made an oath to Maggie that I have tried to live by ever since:

I promise that I will do my best:
To love my Mistress,
To serve my Mistress,
To help others to join my Mistress in slavery
To keep the Mistresses Law.

and 

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question

There have been many notable milestones in that time: 

I almost lost my balls to an elastrator.

I did lose my balls to a mangina, that was really 'interesting''.

I have been duct taped to Maggie's plank.

I've been loving regular deployment of aromas.

Gazing at Mistress as the air was slowly used up inside another plastic bagging.

Received copious gallons of Mistresses pee...

All these adventures and many more have all been massively documented.

3.6kg

I have outlined my real formative period over the last 10 years and now I need to mention what happened to cement the bond between Mistress and slave in this our 200th session.

Before starting on Maggie's menu for today (she always creates a comprehensive running order for every session and frequently checks that all is going to plan) we had me in my latex suit in no time and adjourned to The Clinic to try on Maggie's newly made inflatable rubber straitjacket. What an incredible piece of equipment Mistress has created in white rubber. The fit is perfect even to the collar, which beautifully overlapped the hood that I was fitted with. 

With the aid of an electric pump I was soon far fatter than when I arrived. I was not at all pleased that the latex hood only allowed me ONE small hole to see through and I was forever bobbing my head to try and catch a glimpse of both Mistress and my grossly inflated stomach. I was privileged at the end of the session to get to view the pictures Maggie had taken and it really is a stunning creation. I got the impression that Maggie is going to have a LOT of fun when she incorporates it in future work plans.

It gave me a real buzz being fully pumped up in the inflated jacket and a real shame that I had to be divested from it as we returned to The Playroom for my next treat. Ah, the aromas gas mask. That is another experience that I am delighted Maggie agreed to allow me to experience. With the side mounted hose, it gives the wearer a strange alien appearance that totally anonymises the wearer. I find the feeling of being just a rubber coated toy absolutely fantastic and I think that is another reason why I am mesmerised by Maggie every time I see pictures of her slaves wearing rubber, I imagine that it could be me... 

Chillin' and 'angin - feels sooo good.

Once checked that I was breathing ok and a couple of aroma pumps consumed I was bent over the horse ready for my Mistress to mount her slave. Again a feeling of the total transference of power. Gone are any thoughts about the Neanderthal notion of male supremacy, just total acceptance that this lady is in absolute charge. As always, Maggie is sensitive to her slaves needs and gently lubed my bum first with her gloved fingers, then with my own dildo and then a long slow f**k ( it did get a lot faster as the ride progressed!) and then it was over. Well not quite for my bum as Maggie filled the whole cavity with a strand of four large anal beads, zipped them in so all that was protruding was the ring pull for extraction and there they stayed until the very end of the session.

The beautifully designed chest harness that I was strapped into allows the attachment of the bubble bottle at the back, whilst still retaining the ability to deliver aromas to my gas mask hood, and that too is how I remained until well through our 200th. The bubble bottle was amazing today; Maggie had decanted a large quantity of water into the tank and that meant every breath I took was accompanied by that wonderful, gurgling, bubbly sound. I was walked on the dog lead to the bathroom where I watched, listened and bubbled away in a most contented manner as Maggie took a long slow pee into a measuring jug that must have contained the best part of a litre when she breathed that wonderful sigh that indicates her flow was finished and led me back to The Playroom. With me still bubbling and gurgling away, Maggie attached a parachute to my balls and sent me off to get a weight from the other side of the room. I naturally returned with the smallest one I could find. 'Curtsey slave and address me as Your Majesty', she ordered.

I did as instructed and was promptly sent back for more weights and more curtsying. The weights were starting to get a little cumbersome, when not for the first time Maggie dispatched me to the bathroom to refill her glass of water. We continued in this vein until I finally had no option but to return with the heaviest weight, a round ball with wicked spikes. That caused some major discomfort initially when trying to curtsey. The spikes kept banging my leg and certainly putting me totally off balance. However, when I was sent to the bathroom for another refill, it dawned on me that by keeping legs together, slightly bending forward and taking small steps, that satisfactory progress could be achieved without breaking a leg. It was quite surreal walking and bubbling whilst, all the time, my balls being stretched, calves being banged and spiked and all the time I was loving it. Just when I had mastered that technique, Maggie decided I had had enough fun and moved to the next line in the plot.

Cool, cool nectar

Another layer of latex in the form of the bodybag with straitjacket arms was nice to slip into, although I was relieved when I was chained to the overhead gantry. By now you have probably gathered that I'd had the harness that held the bubble bottle removed along with that nice aromas gas mask. With a bit of a struggle and a excellent level of ingenuity, Mistress was able to fit the leather head harness over the top of my newly fitted anaesthesia mask. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but it certainly was tight and quite rigid, in fact I should say it was a 'snug' fit. Arms were secured to chains, legs were secured to a spreader bar and I was in a very happy place. 

Things got even happier as Mistress went to retrieve the gallon jar of pee deposited earlier. I had to work for my treat as Maggie set it up so that I had to suck all my refreshment. It is a good way of taking a drink because you suck when ready and can enjoy the flavour. 

The refreshment had cooled considerably being rested in the bathroom and in fact it felt positively chilled, most appetising and most refreshing. I eagerly took all the two gallons and all that remained was to extract me from my suits and for me to go to the bathroom to tease the anal balls out of my backside. Removal of the balls is one activity that does embarrass me as the balls go a long, long way up and who knows what might be lurking ...

I would like to thank Mistress Maggie for allowing me to continue my training and hope that I am becoming a better slave because I would like to continue for as long as she wishes. In those 11 years I have not only become truly devoted to my Mistress but glad to have found two friends that I can enjoy chatting to after sessions. 

High Flying

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

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

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

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

I love dangerous combinations with Maggie so …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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