What a Wanker!

What a wanker. When I said I was home alone for the week, and Mistress Maggie replied with  'I’m not sure you should be allowed that much freedom',  I thought she was hinting at sending me home in a chastity device. That is not how the session had been planned and I deeply regret having masturbated twice in the 24 hours before our session. It is certainly not an activity I normally do and my only aim was to provide a less unruly cock for Maggie's chastity cage. I don't think Mistress was at all pleased that I had been playing with her property without her consent and I shan't be doing that again in a hurry!

What a fabulous start. I was beckoned inside by a stunning Mistress in a very tight black and red latex leotard, shiny black leggings and flame red ankle boots, and given a very heart warming hug and welcome kiss. As I followed Maggie up the stairs I was fixated, as I often am, by her perfectly formed, latex covered orbs undulating right in front of my bulging eyes. So much so that it was only when I paid homage to Maggie's red boots that I noticed the stunning red ribbon lacing up the rear of her shiny pants. Mistress laughed as she confirmed that those very same red ribbon laces were there when I climbed the stairs. Fortunately she knows I worship her bottom and that would excuse my poor peripheral vision. 

With the formal program briefing delivered and agreed, I was eased into the tight, heavy black rubber catsuit and Maggie strapped me tightly into a leather waist corset. Perhaps Mistress was going to strap me into the latex sheeted Playroom bed and leave me to sleep: For a fleeting moment, that sounded so inviting. However, reality kicked in and I realised it was a definite non starter as Maggie does not entertain overnight slaves. Instead Maggie hooked her finger through my collar ring and guided me towards the door saying we would be visiting the Clinic. I thought I would be helpful by opening the Playroom door. Wrong again. I really wasn't doing too well in the anticipation stakes. Instead Mistress placed my nose against the red Playroom door and barked ‘Stay’. And stay I did for as long as Maggie needed to ready herself. I heard that familiar rustle as a plastic bag was eased over my head, tightened at the neck and used to lead this bagged slave to the Clinic.

Target for strap-on

I had no air whatsoever as Maggie pinioned me against the wall, she told me rather unconvincingly that I had plenty of air and should let her know when it had ALL run out. I might have, but that damned plastic had sealed firmly across mouth and nose and couldn't breath in or out. Fortunately it was obvious that I had no air at all. 

With the system mask fitted I was to lie on the couch with my legs wide open. Mistress really does know her slave, and how, despite 89 sessions, I still cannot fully control my hands from trying to caress those tempting latex covered orbs. Maggie used the leather mitts and wrist cuffs to help her slave, my hands were quickly locked well out of the way of any temptation and my treatment was underway.

An anal examination first. A single finger was inserted, and some lube, then a long whiff of aroma to ease the passage and Mistress eased her strap-on dildo inside. A steady, very nice fuck being the outcome.

The void as Mistresses strap-on was withdrawn was filled with an inflatable vibrating butt plug, pumped up, not too tight, and set to 'On’, and I lay there buzzing while Maggie busily moved around me, adding numerous leather straps and making sure I was securely strapped down on the gynae table.

A small operation followed to assess the size of my cock passage. I couldn’t see, but I certainly could feel a series of cold instruments being inserted down my cock, as Maggie tested my size with chilled pyrex sounds, each one being slightly larger than the previous. I could actually feel the butt-plug vibrations going outwards from the fully inserted sound. Yet another sensation Mistress has introduced to her property.

Clamped catheter

I am one of the luckiest slaves alive being lavished with all this luxury treatment, although I could only manage to moan my appreciation on this occasion, as the system gag had been fitted and inflated.

The goodies just keep on flowing as did my pee when Maggie followed the sounding with a new type of catheter. I do love it when Mistress introduces me to her new equipment and I will always be truthful in my responses as to its effectiveness and comfort.

Rule 1 – The slave must always be honest . . . 

It was then that the stupidity and thoughtlessness of my earlier hand-job reliefs hit home. Mistress carefully teased the catheter home saying ‘Don't you dare cum’. But for the pumped up gag filling my mouth, I would have confessed there and then that I thought the tanks were empty. I just grunted agreement not to disgrace myself. And what to do with the excess saline solution from the catheterisation? Easy. Maggie put a long needle on her saline syringe and injected the liquid leftovers directly into my ball sack. Ah bliss, yet another fantasy realized.

Long deep breaths

Maggie promised to indulge both herself and me with a little more serious breath play. The outer part of the system hood was attached and hooked up to a single re-breather bag.

I was left to try and fill my drain bag while getting used to the feel of the breathing set-up and taking regulated breaths. You have to be disciplined, no matter what Mistress is doing to you elsewhere. There is a technique: Long breath out, long slow breath in, in, out maintaining that steady rhythm.

When Maggie was happy with my trials the mask was finally reconfigured, with the help of a t-piece joint, the system mask was transformed into an indulgently serious re-breathing unit. Through the small lenses I could just see the tubes as they snaked towards my only source of air, and Mistress standing by monitoring her slave.

Reconfigured system mask

Eventually Mistress thought I’d had enough and removed the mask, but I think she sensed my disappointment, because without further ado I was once again subdued with aroma and the trusty plastic bag was back over my face. I wasn't at all concerned as Maggie gave me a gentle kiss through the plastic and began reciting her eulogy for a slave, or to be more precise, her eulogy for an expired breathplay slave. ’He was a good slave, but all slaves must eventually take their final breath . . . ‘.

It sounded a little terminal and I can only remember parts of it, but what the heck, I was prepared to ease away as the restricted air first produced unconsciousness then . . . I didn't care, I was perfectly relaxed and happy with whichever direction Maggie wanted to take her slave. It could never get that far as Maggie is too professional and experienced, but a slave can dream and I do know Maggie enjoys her slaves more when they are gasping for air.

All good things come to an end and I was really disappointed as Mistress whispered that it was getting close to my bedtime, and again realized she was referring to the lateness and not any possible latex covered incarceration. Just after 22:00 and Mistress had completed her planned activities, albeit a few moments late. That’s always the case as Maggie is never a clock watcher when it comes to her slaves and I was still alive and a very happy slave.

A few final thoughts to other slaves who are fortunate or sensible enough to be contemplating asking Mistress Maggie to help liberate your inner desires:

Leave three or four days before a session as wank/sex free days. Mistress does enjoy tormenting a firm cock.

Don't touch her property without her say so.

If you need to leave at a specific time, tell Maggie beforehand.

I know I will do anything that my Mistress asks of me. Perhaps I am a little closer to becoming an acceptable slave to an exceptional Mistress?

Double Stretched

Despite two excellent sessions this year, Mistress Maggie was a little concerned that all the hard work she had put into stretching my asshole had been neglected. I was not surprised when the calling message included . . . stretching exercise will be used to get you into better shape.

Mistress was in her red thigh high latex stockings and tight black latex leotard topped off with her white nurses cap; I was in my latex shorts, stockings and opera gloves and Mistress warned that my asshole would be sealing up again if action wasn't taken, so today I would be eased open with her strap-on.

I was introduced orally to the strap-on that Mistress was wearing. Maggie said she would judge how much I could take up my bum and how slippy I would like it by the amount I took in my mouth and how much saliva I left on it. It seemed quite long; far too long to take all of its length in my mouth, but I didn't want to disappoint Mistress and did my best to take as much as I could swallow. Another first. Music while you work, well while Maggie worked on my rear. Not sure what it was but nice to listen to as I was ordered into a kneeling position on the padded bench ready to be tied down for my exercise.

Maggie took her time, lightly roping my arms to the bed but sufficiently tight to keep my hands out of mischief. A little lubrication, a little finger stretching, a little more lube and of course the condom over the dildo before presenting the tip against my once more tight little bum hole.

I have taken this strap-on before but I was definitely tight. Maggie sensed this but was equally determined to reclaim her territory and gently eased the tip home. Once the sphincter accepted the first inch I was able to get accustomed to the size of this invader again, I grunted through the soft ball gag that it was in and I was relatively comfortable. It certainly got better as I was gently stretched back into shape and after a few more gentle short strokes I was in the zone and wanted the whole length. I drove backwards as Mistress pushed and could feel the warmth as Maggie joined me in close contact. A little too vigorous I think, because Mistress gently whispered instructions for me to ease forward as my thrusting had changed the launch position and put her off balance. I just relaxed and went along with the ride moving with the rhythm of the music.

Whilst still wearing my huge grin, Maggie chained me to the cell door for another way to take my breath away. Two new plastic bags were deployed and whilst I was breathing hard Mistress paid attention to my inverted nipples, coaching them into a semi erect state so they too could be returned to their pre-Christmas condition. I tried very hard to convert the pain into pleasure to please Maggie, and was largely successful in being able to ride with the intense treatment of the double bagging combined with the attention each little bud received. I was satisfied that I hadn't needed to resort to whimpering, although I did flinch a bit and so did my grin.

And now for something completely different. Into the White Room where I was greeted with the goalposts firmly in place at the business end of the gynae couch. This arrangement allows weights to be hung over the crossbar on pulleys, and it wasn't long before I knew exactly what the weights would be stretching.

There is a knack to getting onto the couch through the goalposts: I take it slowly, ignoring the steps I go forward under the crossbar and once my backside is through, sit down and slowly turn over onto my back. Settled on my back Maggie secured me to her bench with a snug waist strap, wrist shackles, legs spread high on stirrups between the goalposts. I braced myself as a cold black latex sheet was draped over my torso, but I am used to latex and know that it warms up very quickly.

Mistress drew back the drape and my nipples were inspected, they were still deemed to be miserably inverted despite their attention in the Playroom and absolutely no fun for a Mistress. I was consoled with guidance that it could be treated, but may possibly leave a few marks around the nipple that may last for up to a week. No problem with that. Mistress always alerts if there may be visible marking but is never a problem because once you know, you can take avoiding action. I smiled my consent and agreed I needed the treatment.

Mistress then eased back the lower part of the black sheet, looked at my balls and confidently declared that  ". . . balls don’t hang evenly, nurse will make them more presentable" and smiled that knowledgeable smile that is so endearing. But not until due care and attention to the nipples. At this stage I was wearing a latex hood and had reasonable vision as Maggie firstly massaged oil around my nipples and went to retrieve what appeared to be two small glass jars, a bottle of methylated spirits, a small swab and forceps from the storage cupboard. This was really intriguing. What the hell was Maggie going to do to my nipples, flambe them or perhaps apply meths to my cock and balls? Oh well, I did say Maggie had free range over her property.

The glass jars turned out to be part of a fire cupping set, originally intended for Chinese alternative therapy but equally at home in the torture department for Maggie's slaves. By heating the air inside the cups and then placing them against the skin, a vacuum is created as the air cools. Ah that was what the meths was for and why the fire extinguisher and a jug of water were close by. Maggie lit the meths soaked swab, heating each jar in turn before firmly planting them on each nipple. It worked. The oil combined with the hot jars created an effective seal and my nipples started to be extroverted rather than introverted. The fire extinguisher was not required!

Next to receive attention were at the goalpost end. Maggie located the second ball and then secured each one with some very tight rope binding and clipped on weights to lift and separate. I really shouldn't say this in case Maggie reads the blog, but the weights were comfortable to wear and in no time I forgot they were attached. Hopefully she'll be too busy writing more poetry to be concerned about heavier weights round my balls.

I then had electrodes fitted. An interesting device shaped like an old candle snuffer was kept in place on my exposed cock head by a modified condom, Mistress took a pair of scissors to the condom and removed the tip to allow easy passage for this electrode; the other secured to somewhere a little lower. A rhythmic pulse was set to work and I could feel the beginnings of being milked again.

I did have other things to worry about like the re-breather face hood that I was now wearing, and inspecting my nipples through the glass cups Maggie decided they were now suitably fun sized, she pried off the fire cups and put tight weighted grips on instead, both left to dangle nonchalantly down the sides of my chest. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out, take it slowly and breathing is easy and the nipples were starting to make their presence felt, so all in all and with all that weightlifting I was receiving quite a good work out.

Just as I was getting used to the re-breather it was changed for the red gas mask; tight but one of my favourites to wear. I watched through the portholes as Maggie stood next to me and peed. Unfortunately I only heard the results but I knew exactly what she was doing. Shortly followed by a pouring sound and I was attached to the bottle of pee via the gas station. From then on the only air I received was heavily scented with Maggie's own aroma; very heady and very arousing.

Then the privilege and pleasure of a second stretching with the dildo. Maggie had re-strapped herself into the harness and this time was stretching me where I could see her, albeit through the glass of the gas mask. No matter. I could view my Mistress as she actively gave my arse a good stuffing. No need for any preliminaries this time. Having removed the butt plug, a little bit of extra lube and it was straight in and away we went.


I did see through the misted eye pieces what I thought was a smile on Maggie's face. Perhaps she was enjoying it as well or maybe that was wishful thinking? Whatever, it was an explosive finish to yet another unique and amazing session.

It's a Hard Life

It is unquestionably a hard yet varied life being one of the many cock and balls that are owned by Mistress Maggie. Take today for instance. I knew I was to be encased in some form of chastity device and made every effort to arrive in a quiet, tumescent state to help Mistress with fitting said device. Fine and dandy until Mistress opened her front door wearing a short, see through latex skirt, the briefest of latex g-strings, her breasts enclosed in transparent latex . . . you get the picture. How can a cock and balls remain flaccid confronted with such stimuli?

Up to the playroom and more distractions. Into the latex catsuit and our black rubber plug inserted where the sun don't shine. Still, our arse did receive a nice compliment from Mistress as to how smooth and clean it was. Big smile there then, and a little more distraction for me as Maggie zipped me tightly inside the suit then gave us a rub down all over to clean away any stray talc. At least I might get a little time to compose myself and regain a more relaxed state; well not really. Cock and balls tightly encased inside the thick rubber catsuit are not conducive to inactivity. Sure enough, as Mistress walked us through to the Clinic, I was fighting a losing battle to stay soft for Maggie.

As you would expect, Mistress has my number and after strapping us to the couch, disappeared with a cheery "Just need to fetch something from the freezer". We know what that means and that certainly will help with returning me to a nice relaxed, albeit somewhat chilled state. It worked, although I was a little awkward with the first ring that Maggie tried but a second one fitted well round my base and the cage, rather unfortunately did as its name implies and caged me good and proper. So long as I can keep a nice quiet frame of cock and ball mind, the cage fits well with plenty of room.

That takes no account of the cruel side of Mistress Maggie. Not content that I was safely locked out of harms way she set about me with that pesky pink vibrator. Enough is enough. How could any cock and balls resist that onslaught. Well, like Jack and his beanstalk, I grew and grew until I could grow no further. Tightly encased in a solid steel cage; I said at the start it’s a hard life.

Now that Mistress had me securely and very tightly caged, the butt plug was removed from slave and replaced with a double bardex enema tube and the bulb pumped up the suggested four pumps, a couple more "for good luck" and one more "just in case". Slaves arse hole was well stretched and in far too close proximity to where I was struggling in the cage. Maggie knows that there is a direct link between a well filled bottom and stimulation keeping me stiff, and that is exactly what happened. I stayed hard, fully caged and uncomfortable. I was beginning to regret trying to stay soft for Mistress at the start. If I'd done my normal trick, I would have arrived fully to attention, impossible to cage and wouldn't be in this very tight situation. That's not the point though is it? I enjoy doing Maggie's bidding, whatever that entails.

Once Mistress had finished filling slave and teasing me it was back to the Playroom for some exercise. Not for me and balls, I hasten to add, although we were left outside the latex suit and no doubt Mistress would use me for some amusement during the exercises.

In the Playroom, Maggie had prepared the thick black latex bondage sack. Excellent I thought, once inside the zip will be closed, and once more I was contemplating having a little peace and quiet so that I could release the pressure against the cage. It was getting a little annoying, constantly grinding against the inside of the heavy steel scaffolding.

The rest of slave was inserted inside the thick bondage sack; arms and legs immobilised and wrapped in black shrink wrap. I was all right though, in my heavy metal cage. Well, not quite. Maggie has many and varied methods of making me uncomfortable. I should have remembered there was a strategically placed zip just above where I was resting and, blinking in the light, I was once more the subject of Maggie's teasing. Damn it; all that relaxing wasted in a couple of seconds of Mistresses devilish capabilities!

The exercise was Maggie's idea of fun. She lent over the horse and slave was instructed to lick and kiss her bottom. Most difficult as slave had to make like a sperm, wriggle away across the floor, hook feet under the bottom of  the bench and hoist mouth up to the appropriate licking position. It worked, but we weren't expecting rubber encased sit-ups as part of the training. Oh well I was alright, at least slave had the sense to remain on his back. The cage would have protected me but may have played havoc with the enema filled stomach that Mistress had filled slave with in the clinic. Typical of Maggie, slave gets knackered with all the extra effort and I get crushed because slave is enjoying doing as he is told. It’s not fair, just when I was getting used to the cage, I am put under further strain.

Mistress recognised the extra effort put in by slave and had planned a little relaxing time. Quiet contemplation for both slave and me. Laid flat in the centre of the room Mistress first smothered slaves head in a tight latex hood and then pumped it so that it was well 'ard. From my quiet but exposed position it appeared to me that slave was getting well pumped, not only at the hood end but the odd pump to refill the bardex. All this pumping just meant I could get no peace or relaxation and still rather uncomfortably still filled the cage.

Not content with the chaos Mistress was causing me due to slave enjoying his position, I could feel Maggie's latex clothing rubbing over my prison, but what could I do? - slave was no help with my predicament and just lay there with a big grin under the hood, so I just had to lay there as well in my prison and think how lucky we were. At least it was slaves mouth that received the red lips to secure slaves breathing tube. Red latex lips on my cage would have played havoc with my concentration to return to a more comfortable state.

I did add my own little bit of humour to the proceedings as slave was sat on the loo waiting to expel the enema. I was exhausted and as a result, totally relaxed, knackered and about as small as I would ever get. With a little gentle easing and twisting, slave was able to gently ease the cage and ball ring away and I was free. slave looked a little sheepish holding the locked cage in his hand as Mistress returned to the bathroom. Next time I may not be so lucky as to get so easily freed from my prison.

Cooking by Candle Power

By coincidence, in the morning whilst I was waiting impatiently for the time to leave home for my afternoon session with Mistress Maggie, I was on a blog extolling the virtues of the discipline Mistress had instilled into me during my training, to always present myself in well shaved, hairless form. The original reason Mistress gave was to encourage better electrical contact for the electrodes. Today provided an equally valid but different reason for hairlessness.

The session was scheduled at a nice easy pace, giving me time to admire Maggie as she moved purposefully and gracefully fitting my butt plug and selecting and fitting a tight but comfortable latex hood. Boot worship and a little personal space cleaning got the session off to a superb start. It was going to be one of those sessions Maggie so frequently delivers; humour, improvisation when required and quite simply a Mistress in absolute top form. Right from the first moment when Mistress raised the back of her skirt and instructed me to lick and clean her behind, Mistress had a smile on her cheeks and I just knew something amazing and unusual was imminent.

I thought very briefly that it was strange that the shaggy white rug was absent, but then my attention was required to putting on a pair of ballet boots and we moved on from the missing rug. I was allowed some banter with Mistress about using the boots' side zips and just like last time I wore them, Maggie mentioned that I wouldn't be able to run away or in fact even stand in the boots. As soon as I said "I bet I could stand" I thought I had gone too far as the comment may be construed as insolent, but Maggie insisted I stay on my knees and get ready to have my endurance well tested. 

A couple of rope belts were hitched firmly but comfortably round my waist, followed by two shorter lengths either side of the waist left dangling for later use. I was instructed to lie in the space where the rug should have been, underneath the suspension unit. It felt strange with no furry rug tickling my back. The tight nipple clamps were more than tickling my nipples. Maggie tightened them to maximum and they were not coming off. A similar pair were attached to balls and both were strung over the suspension unit and something painful was starting to happen. It got more painful as the waist ropes were attached to the suspension unit and raised enough to put a little pressure on my back. I then caught the briefest of glimpses of a simple candle attached to the strings keeping my nipples tight. Mistress most helpfully said not to worry as this was part of my endurance training and smiled sweetly as she lit the candle at both ends, then did the same with a second candle that I couldn't see suspended above my cock and balls. I wish someone would remind Maggie that burning the candle at both ends is definitely not good for a slave.

Bloody hell, that hurt. When each drop of hot wax splashed home, I shook and released another flood of molten pain. Maggie thought I wasn't wobbling enough. Too flaming right. I was trying to keep as still as possible, but to encourage her slave and to generate a bit more mirth for Maggie my waist was hoisted a few more inches off the floor. That worked. I got quite a few very hot wax showers. This was the second reason why it is good to be totally hairless when visiting Maggie. The wax coated cock, balls, nipples and chest with a thick layer that would have depilated every hair it came in contact with. It also explained why the fluffy rug was absent. Wax on a thick pile carpet is a devil to remove. I am constantly amazed by the amount of planning that goes into these sessions even the simplest detail of removing the rug had been considered.

Mistress announced that she was pleased with my performance and that I had passed the endurance test. I had been determined not to disappoint Maggie by begging her to extinguish the candles and my perseverance paid off with a most radiant smile, a well done slave and the most delightful kiss for her flambé'd slave. Mistress gave me a good stiff brushing to remove the widespread wax pools from my skin, bits of wax went everywhere, exactly where the white rug would have been.

As I said, Maggie was in absolutely sparkling form and was prepared to improvise and she invited me to join her on the landing. Pointing to the bannister Mistress instructed me to stand and use it as a ballet bar, after all I was wearing ballet boots. I struggled onto my feet making a passable attempt at standing but acknowledged Mistress was right, as always, and we agreed I would need far more practise in the boots before I could even stand let alone walk. Back on my knees I was instructed to return the ballet boots to their box, then I fetched the vacuum and made short work of cleaning the Playroom floor. Even though I say so myself, I now make a passable cleaner for Maggie.

Back to the script and on with my training. Out came my own plug and in went a larger, vibrating version. Before switching on the plug Mistress retrieved the bondage cushion and the largest plastic bag I had ever seen. The intention was to seal me inside and tie me to the cushion.

All going fine until I started sweating and I kept slip sliding away inside the bag. I don't think it was helped by the cling film Mistress used to secure the vibrators batteries. We settled for Maggie strapping hands and feet to the bag.

A lot of huffing and puffing followed as Maggie alternated between sucking air out of the bag and blowing air in so I ended up like a vac-pac then a balloon.

This amused Maggie for a while. Mistress knows exactly how much air to remove from the bag and how long I could be left before I would start to gasp and plead for a little air. After all, it would have been most inappropriate after all her hard work, if I suddenly panicked and had to be cut out! I have much faith in Mistresses abilities and trust her implicitly. That was not going to happen.

When I received this picture, I just had to include it in my blog. It shows the most gentlest of gestures from Maggie. In particular, my blown up head gently cradled between my Mistresses thighs. Obviously I could not see but I knew how close my balloon was to Maggie. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace at this point. Safely wrapped in my air-tight plastic, with my head firmly yet oh so comfortably cradled.

All the pain of the hot wax now forgotten.

This gentle moment couldn't last of course. This little unscripted gem had to end, unfortunately, as Mistress referred back to her comprehensive session plan.

Plans required me to move from lying on the cushion to sitting on the low stool that Maggie moved to a convenient position close by. This almost created my first and only natural disaster of the session. I felt the most excruciating cramps starting in my calves as I stood up. Fortunately, as I flopped quickly and painfully on to the bench with a groan of agony the cramps went, just as quickly as they had started. Maggie as always was concerned with her slave experiencing any pain she had not orchestrated, relaxed as I reassured her I was now fine for the final part of training. It was touching afterwards that Mistress again showed her gentler side by e-mailing me about her concerns over my cramp as she thought I may have understated how much pain I was actually in. I had been honest with Maggie during the session. It is a lot safer that way.

The final part of the session involved a topic dear to most English people. The weather. I was advised that I needed a little climactic conditioning in an environment more suited to England following my recent holiday abroad. Ah, the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

With me comfortably seated, the sweat coated plastic slid easily round my torso to provide a huge ruff of plastic round my neck that Maggie used to good advantage to save spillage of the predicted heavy shower. I could  make out through the already misting plastic that Mistress was preparing a jug or two of nice warm liquid and I looked forward to a good drink as I was already sweating.

Maggie had no plans for her slave to drink as she produced and filled a pink, yes fixated with pink, watering can bought just for her slave. Once again, she can be a real softy towards her slaves and did I see the funny side as Maggie spread the top of the plastic and would insist on saying things like "hows the rain, petal" and "you all right in there flower?" as she watered away. Sometimes Maggie's sense of humour goes over my head but in this case it was the warm pee that trickled from the can that went over my head. I did catch a few welcome drops but the intention was to increase the humidity inside the bag.

Maggie created a low pressure weather system by pumping out some of the air and then sealed me inside, with instructions that I was to last 10 minutes without embarrassing myself. The conditions were decidedly warm and humid inside and as the plastic misted up, helped by the warm wine, I began to be once again acclimatised to the Season of Mists . . .

Did I last those 10 minutes? Maggie thrust the room vibrator in my slippery hands and alternated between helping me press it into my groin and then into her groin; the air was getting thin, breathing was increasingly difficult and it was like peering through a thick mist. I could only see Maggie when really close as she gave me a gentle kiss through my steamy weather bag. Yes 10 minutes of endurance training was passed; just!

Water Sports

As happens, being a humble and frequently stupid slave, I had disappointed Mistress Maggie with a rather unfortunate web posting. I had posted her special website update under the wrong thread. Her annoyance was obvious from the e-mails that Mistress fired at me in rather quick succession. “ . . . I was so annoyed that I couldn’t type fast enough . . . " I tried to rectify my mistake but the damage had been done. I had been really stupid and careless and I was told in no uncertain terms “ . . . I am still annoyed slave, the whole thing is so embarrassing. You will suffer for it." Oh well the die was cast and it came as no surprise when my calling e-mail contained the following: “ . . . Your punishment for stupidity will be carried out on arrival, very quickly with no warm up." That to me meant a good caning for my indiscretion. Straight in, pants down, whack whack whack . . .

Maggie looked fantastic as always, dressed in black and red rubber leotard, stockings and long gloves, she clipped on the lead and led me to my caning. First I was asked to present myself for my punishment wearing my smallest pair of shorts. So far no surprises as I was fixed by wrist shackles to the wooden bondage chair in a suitable position with legs apart, head down, heavy iron collar padlocked round my neck, a metal hook inserted in my bum which in turn was attached by rope to the collar that Maggie fitted. A yank on the rope and my head was forced backwards, in fact just right for a few thwacks of my deserving punishment.

But Maggie did not come up behind me with a cane, she appeared with a half full bucket of water and parked it on the seat in front of me, and topped it up from another container and finally, generous amounts of ice cubes added for good measure. Even for a punishment, that was far too much for me to drink and certainly represented a HUGE enema! Then it hit me. I had fallen hook (up my arse), line (from collar to anal plug and sinker (me sunk in the bucket). No warm up - of course! Mistress verified this declaring that “ . . . Stupidness wont be tolerated and you will learn your lesson with a bout of medieval punishment. You will be ducked, head held fully submersed three times”. Mistress pushed my head into the bucket, using the rope to raise my dripping head out of the water between dunks for a total of three times. I was relieved to avoid the cane but shocked and totally surprised by the cold alternative. After completing the punishment, Maggie, true to her word as always, then returned to normal service for the remaining part of the session.

I was given a towel and stood in front of the room fan to dry off before having a snug black hood zipped in place, there to stay for the rest of the session. Time for devotion and my attention was directed to the black rubber boots Mistress was wearing. I was also secretly pleased with the cooling water as the remnants trickled down my back and I did confess to Maggie afterwards that, but for the water ingress up my nose, I quite enjoyed my punishment on such a hot day.

Dried and hooded, I was led through to the Clinic where Mistress was going to use ‘experimental therapy’ to assist with preventing my premature climaxes that I had experienced in the previous sessions. No need to watch my language, Maggie attached the very effective penis shaped rubber gag. Effective but capable of being worn for extended periods once you have adjusted it inside your mouth. I wasn't complaining anyway. Mistress has a plan and I am always happy just to go with the flow of a good plan. Maggie suggested I should be circumcised and was about to mark a cutting line, a series of clamps were attached to retract my foreskin, my good luck that the clamps and my foreskin were not compatible, the clamps were quick to fall off and I managed to escape with my foreskin bitten but still intact. Maggie proceeded to apply her newly acquired ball clamps, essential in getting a really good grip on my unruly balls and squeezing everything out. Two squeezing ball clamps, one to each ball. I didn't say anything, and thank goodness for the gag but the clue as to why two of the clamps insisted on heading floor-wards may be in the name; nipple clamps not foreskin or cock clamps. I probably shouldn't write that!

To help the operation, Mistress applied a little e-stim. Electrode round cock and balls and one down the centre; set at program 7 level 17 to give a nice wash and tumble dry. Forever thoughtful of her slaves needs, Maggie enclosed my head in the opaque feeder hood and provided some frozen pee cubes in the funnel to help keep me hydrated. It takes a while for the cubes to melt even in the heat of the clinic and every now and then I got a delicious gulp of chilled wine whilst the wash and dry program worked down below. Mistress appeared happy but did say that I was to control myself for another half hour to confirm the therapy had worked.

And that was that. White hood removed, ball clamps removed (anti-clockwise to undo clamps, it’s wise to remember that otherwise Maggie will give a few mischievous clockwise tightening turns), electrics removed, gag removed whilst retaining the original black hood. I eased myself gently off the couch and Mistress led the way back to the Playroom.

OK now to check if the operation has been successful. Ten minutes and Mistress had me lightly tied to the rubber bed and draped the black rubber sheet from toes to chin, tucking me in quite snugly and proceeded to tease and gently taunt me with her evocative rubber ensemble. OK so far.

Twenty minutes and Maggie upped the anti by slithering and sliding all over me whilst I was getting a little warmer under the sheet. Still OK but I was beginning to wonder if I could restrain myself.

Thirty minutes and Maggie was letting her red panties get intimately acquainted with my nose whilst checking my cocks progress through two thick rubber layers. I think the operation may prove to be less than 100% effective because Maggie is very persuasive when in that mood.

Thirty one minutes and seven seconds (approximately) . . .  oh shit. The operation appears to have been only partially successful. I did resist for thirty minutes, but only just.

Camp Fire Capers

4th July and Mistress Maggie was determined to celebrate in good ol' fashioned ye ha style. I was greeted with Mistress in black rubber chaps, top and most prominently, what looked like a genuine, leather rimmed cowboy hat. At first glance in the dim light of the porch I would have sworn Mistress had nothing on under the chaps; a thought that momentarily took my breath away. Climbing the steps allowed a much closer examination with my face only inches from Mistresses excellent rear and was rather disappointed that Maggie had on an almost skin coloured pair of pants. I have made that climb on 62 previous occasions and the sight of Maggie's superbly formed buttocks clad in the many sensual outfits I have seen, continues to raise the biggest of smiles. My stainless steel ball weight was raising parts that other smiles couldn't reach.

Safely in the Playroom, it was obvious the bondage bed was to play a central part in the proceedings and had been moved to the centre of the arena. Now wearing my red latex stockings and gloves Maggie made first use of the bed, casually perched on the foot board as I undertook the ritual worship of her gold boots. Anyway, Maggie appears to have established a new precedent for the position used to insert my butt plug. On knees, forehead on the white rug and Maggie sitting astride my upturned rump as if she was in the saddle, albeit the wrong way round. A good dollop of lube, a little gentle massage and the butt plug was in. I'd better not have the fireside baked beans then.

I allowed myself a moments reflection of how far Maggie has brought me in my training from the early days where Maggie deemed it always appropriate to have me roped to the punishment bench and it took a lot of massage, huge dollops of lube and quite a lot of time before even the smallest of butt plugs was comfortably installed in my then reluctant arse.

Next, a sensual experience as Maggie helped me into my catsuit and then cleaned and polished to remove any remnants of talc. Some western accessories for the captured cowboy; a leather harness buckled on and studded leather strap snapped on to keep Mistresses pistol cocked properly. Less orthodox bed use as I was sat on the floor, back against the bed, cuffs on ankles and wrists and all attached to a spreader-bar with my cock, weighted balls and recently applied leather cock strap pointing ominously towards its central spigot. At least, that was one thing not to worry about as it wasn't in Maggie's plans to attach cock to spreader bar, more into a little extended breath play, clambering onto the bed and very effectively applying a plastic bag. Rather more air supplied than often for an effective gradual suffocation. Maggie had adjusted the full length mirror so I could appreciate the full effect of breath play with a stunning cow-girl.

A spell with the black helmet with slit-zipped eyes and mouth followed by a bit more bagging then onto the rather pleasant PVC breath control hood. A little tricky to install as, by this time I was moist to say the least, but once Maggie had worked her magic, it was really comfortable. Mistress likes her nipple play and today was no exception, a couple of nasty little buggers attached nipples to the spreaders’ spigot with strips of cow-hide. With my chin drawn up on a rope, I was then given the opportunity to examine Mistresses hot pants at a closer range. Tight spandex and very effective in blocking the two breathing holes, as the cow-girl rested her delightful bum cheeks on my clear plastic face.

I am in constant training, with shackles and hoods removed I was back on my knees improving my tongue work, lucky me having Maggie’s latex gloves and chaps to practice on, a real smooth licking experience.

More use of the bondage bed, at least this time it was a little more conventional. Maggie roped my arms, lassoed my legs and hitched them onto the conveniently located ceiling ring. I've said it before but Maggie does meticulously plan each session down to the positioning of the bed to utilise her lifting equipment. I think Maggie was a little disappointed with my bulk as she was hoping to get my legs up to my chest but had to make do with nearly vertical. It was, however rather comfortable and I could maintain that position until released.

What followed can only be described as a succession of slow, warm, vibrating and positively freezing sensations exciting my recently freed arse, all the while Maggie adjusting my ball weight, even with legs restrained at 90 degrees I could not help my hips rhythmically swaying, my loaded pistol brushing against Maggie’s gold spandex hotpants with the motion, she had jumped aboard and was clinging to my face with her rubber gloves, pinning my top half down as she tested her slaves resolve. I failed again and couldn't control myself.

Maggie did warn that it will be back to the Clinic for more control training and possible operation to 'help' me control her equipment.

Not once did Maggie take off her cowboy hat. Strange fetish that!

A Testing Rubber Time

Mistress Maggie definitely has a liking for latex and specifically, it appears, for a pair of chlorinated black latex shorts that I bought to wear specially for Maggie's benefit (and mine if I am honest). It therefore came as no surprise when I was dispatched to the bathroom with instructions to return wearing the shorts and matching latex accessories of gloves and socks and, of course, my leather slave collar.

In an instance, my butt plug was securely inserted, I had the over-engineered steel collar locked over my slave collar and heavy shackles attached to arms and legs. It was time for a walk on a very short lead, a slow circuit or two round the playroom, Maggie walking alongside teasingly dangling a latex hood and said as we 'walked' around "Right slave today I am going to assess how much you like rubber." Mistress knows that I love rubber but loves to tease her slaves.

Mistress then asked me a stream of quick questions: my slave name, my purpose as slave, how much I loved rubber, to beg for it, and finally to quote my slave promise and a couple of the 16 house rules before I could have the latex mask fitted. Oh shit! That's when the heavy iron shackles took their toll. I had to concentrate on keeping up and couldn't accurately recite my promise but did spurt out at least one rule. "Rule 4  – The slave cannot possibly know all the rules". I thought that was the best one to know as it covers a slaves stupidity for the remaining 15 rules.

Not good enough. Maggie rapidly had my head inside a plastic bag to 'encourage' me to remember. Fine but that had the same effect as the shackles I concentrated on Mistress and not remembering the rules. Failed! I ended up leaning against the wall and receiving the crop for my tardiness. (Note for self when I revisit this blog. Learn the Rules and the promise I made to my Mistress). I was disappointed that I wasn't allowed the latex hood but mortified that I had not been able to quote my promise.

It appeared that Mistress Maggie does have a soft side that occasionally emerges and she did relent as I was led into the Clinic. I was allowed to wear the latex hood as I was inserted into the latex operation gown and strapped to the gynaecological couch ready for my operation. Maggie returned wearing her white doctors coat carrying a syringe. At the time I knew something was injected, one shot in each nipple ready for the next part of the procedure. On reflection, I am unsure what, if anything, was in the syringe. I couldn't see and Maggie has a wonderful way of fucking with her slaves minds. Either way it didn't matter as I have signed the full consent forms and willingly submit to anything that Mistress wishes to do to her slave.

Next stop after nipple pricking was my mouth. Maggie got me to open wide and, as with all good dental practises, stopped any involuntary biting of her latex gloved hands by applying the dental gag. The dental torch was turned on and its beam directed into my mouth. I am no expert but am fairly certain that there is something in the "Best Dental Support Manual" that indicates that a spreader should not be deployed so wide, but perhaps Mistress missed that page of the manual?. I was given a full inspection, teeth poked and prodded and I even had a filling applied, although the amalgam did taste a lot like toothpaste. Turns out it was; peppermint flavoured I think.

And now for some innovative post operative care. After a normal operation, you expect to receive bandages to cover the area operated on to aid recovery and prevent infection. Not the normal white crepe bandages for Doctor Maggie. Clingfilm bandages. Now I saw the reason for Mistress allowing me to wear the latex hood. Not because she was going soft. No! More part of her planning. Mistress, thorough in the planning department as always, tightly wound my latex head with clear plastic. Fortunately the affected area, my mouth, was the only bit left un-bandaged. Strange that in view of what was said earlier about where bandages are normally applied. Cling film is very effective and clingy when applied over latex.

The mouth was to be protected from outside contamination using the Drager mouth tube and rebreather bag. Unfortunately, due to the rounded nature of my stomach, the outlet for the rebreather bag kept attaching itself to my latex operating gown and, although Maggie knows I thrive on this type of breath play, she thought her patient would be safer without it and removed the rebreather bag. Shame really as I was starting to enjoy this recovery stage.

Of course, a vital part of post operative care is the monitoring and perhaps the odd injection or two to ensure a speedy recovery. More lateral and innovative thinking from Maggie. The more conventional approach to monitoring may have been to attach the monitor to a finger, injections to the arm and a thermometer under the tongue.

As you can see, Doctor Maggie applied the monitoring to my cock and balls. (I think she may have missed that page from the manual as well because I am sure the monitor should receive electrical input rather than give electric shocks to the patient.) The injection was up my backside with the introduction of an ice dildo in place of my butt plug, giving a slow release of the medicine and, according to Doctor Maggie, an insight into her recent trip to Chicago where temperatures were fit to freeze the nuts off a brass monkey; The use of a vibrating penis plug in place of a thermometer was either gross medical negligence, greatly innovative in design, or simply misreading another page in the manual. It was a relief to receive a gentle rubber gloved massage from Maggie as the final part of the recovery program.

If you have read this far you may be thinking that I am advocating Mistress refreshes her knowledge of certain parts of the Best Dental Support Manual. On the contrary. Another of the House rules that I was not able to quote is, Rule 6  – Mistress is never wrong and in any event, this patient has no complaints whatsoever.