Expert Edger

One of the many things I have learned from Mistress Maggie is always to be honest about any physical or attitude issues and today, as usual, I was totally honest about the routine operation that I would be having very shortly and the fact that my guiche had come detached. I’d spotted a little red end stop on the floor at home and despite my fiddling I couldn’t fix it back in place. The safest thing was to take my guiche piercing out of its home and ask Mistress if she could reattach it for me.

As it turns out, it was somewhat of a relief that it was too big a piercing for Maggie to get back in, because I think the surgeon may have found it highly amusing for it to be winking back at him as he was mending my cock end. Mistress suggested approaching a piercing expert to have it refitted and I will look into that after I restart training. I appreciate I have strayed a little from my normal format, but thought you may be wondering why the guiche was no longer visible and why it is so long between my lessons. 

Back to heaven; I had already been alerted via the call up mail that I needed to be all in red latex and that I was going to become, once more, at one with The Plank. It is a wonderful experience to be totally immobilised in plastic but sometimes I do feel a bit of a fraud, because I get to be comfortably incarcerated, well most of the time, whilst Mistress has to do all the hard work wrapping her dummy mummy.

When I arrived, Mistress was, as always, incredibly stunning although today she was not completely covered in latex. She was wearing patent ankle boots with tan tights all the way up those gorgeous legs to her lace up leotard and corset, topped off with an open face latex hood and blond ponytail. As she ascended the stairs, I couldn’t help admiring those nylon covered legs, although perhaps a little disappointed that I was only going to be able to work on the short boots with my worship, but I needn’t have worried!

I was trembling when Mistress said, “As I’m wearing my short boots today, for once you’d better worship my nylon covered legs, but ONLY the nylon!" As I worked my way up past the calves and knees to the most glorious pair of thighs that anyone could wish for, I got close enough to sniff the latex leotard but daren’t go further, my training kicked in and I stopped well before I got into trouble. As I said I was trembling at being granted that privilege because I would normally only reach knee level and can only dream of going further. All the while there was a constant but gentle tattooing across anywhere that Maggie could reach with her leather whip (made by Tony I was informed?). It makes a fantastic thwacking sound, yet at the same time the sensation is akin to the gentlest of caresses wherever leather met flesh.

I had my own butt plug inserted while leaning against the wall, no aggro, no discomfort, just the familiar ‘plop’ as the final rib passed my sphincter, in like a hot knife through butter. At this point it is useful to mention that the securing shaft between the final rib and the circular end piece is over an inch, and it stays in place perfectly. I will return to the relevance later.

We took a quick trip to The Clinic to attempt to refit the guiche, to no avail, this led to Mistress suggesting I’d be best taking a visit to a piercing parlour, but that will be for a little later when I have recovered from surgery. When we returned to The Playroom I managed to hop into my red latex catsuit with ease as it’s a lighter gauge than my black Invincible one.

Now almost fully rubberised I was instructed to kneel on the low padded bench, to have an alternative, larger butt plug installed. This was one of a few that Maggie had obtained a while ago when she’d hoped to increase my bums’ plugging capacity. This time I was more able to accommodate its full length, leaving my ass jam packed with black rubber. It did appear to want to expel itself but that was fixed by closing the crotch zip. This is where the length of shaft between last rib and base was relevant. When I was cleaning the plug after the session I noticed that the neck was probably only a half inch, which probably explains why my sphincter couldn’t get a firm grip. I learn something about my body each time I am serving Mistress.

It looked promising that I’d be sniffing aromas delivered by John’s rather superbly engineered cannula pump system today, because the nasal cannula was being positioned in my nostrils ready to be hidden under a red latex hood. And there I was with only my eyes and mouth still naked, once more Mistresses rubber toy.

I helped Mistress to assemble the legs of the bondage plank before taking up a lying position along it, remembering NOT to sit in the middle. I settled back and Mistress very kindly provided padding at neck and ankles for support. I did say that I’d have the easy part of this session, because I am familiar with the amount of bending and stretching needed to have a slave clingfilmed to her plank. Mistress would be in for more than a little discomfort as she wound the film round and round, tightly stretching the clinfilmg as she progressed until I became securely attached to the plank. I realise that I am a VERY fortunate to have a Mistress who thinks nothing of suffering such considerable discomfort in behalf of her slave.

Later, when fully mummified, a little judicious excavation had my cock and balls free for more ‘fun’ activities. I must say I hadn’t expected flat balls, but that’s what I got due to a crushing board. Not content with just flat balls, I’d felt Maggie sticking four electrodes at strategic points around her area of interest. Once attached I could sense the crushing board being tightened, I know Mistress likes to have matching things, but making may balls as flat as her plank was definitely a wicked way of achieving it! Oh, the happy life of a slave who will do anything for his Mistress.

I learned that my electric therapy was going to be a bit different too, as John had suggested that Maggie use his Erostek stimming unit to use on my genitals during my session. It was wired up in no time and sending a host of new sensations my way, definitely a different experience and more intense than other units I have been able to try, with a greater range of settings to keep a slave alert and stimulated! I have since had the opportunity to thank John for allowing me that privilege.

Mistress produced that wonderful, elasticated, plastic inflatable hood and once I had grasped the mouth tube firmly between my teeth, the hood could be eased over my head. Maggie’s breaths were music to my ears as she gently inflated the hood and so I was properly sealed in plastic. The manufacture of Mistress’s plastic toy was now complete, and unique by being made in Preston rather than Hong Kong. The only exposed part was my cock, as obviously my electrified crushed balls were already being sandwiched between two layers of plastic. My predicament felt even better as I began detecting the smell, sound and effects of some aroma therapy.

I was occasionally being treated to some breathplay moments. Maggie would place a finger over my mouth tube or seal her lips around it and feed me with a lungful of her precious air.

The pumped aromas were probably just as well, because with the arrival of the divine aromatic breeze came the ramping up of the Erostek and the vibrating sensations of the Hitachi wand. This is what prompted the blog title. Mistress knows my body and senses very well, knowing when I am getting too excited and my frequent urges to cum, Mistress maintains the levels of all the stimulation just below that threshold where an explosion occurs. A true expert edger!

After 261 sessions I am still learning about the capabilities of my own body and, I hope, still learning how to please my Mistress Maggie. I know that there was no priority given to taking pictures due to the amount of slave mummifying effort on Maggie’s part, and again I would like to thank her for all that.

My Green Goddess

Those of you old enough to remember the Green Goddess may be forgiven for asking why this rubber pervert has chosen to mention it in the blog’s title. And for those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, a little history may be enlightening. The Green Goddess is the colloquial name for the RLHZ Self Propelled Pump manufactured by Bedford Vehicles, a fire engine used originally by the Auxiliary Fire Service (AFS), and latterly held in reserve by the Home Office until 2004 and I am certainly not devoted to that kind of green goddess.

Nor am I devoted to Diana Moran, Her greatest fame was achieved between 1983 and 1987, when she hosted the popular exercise segment of BBC1's Breakfast Time programme. Because of her trademark green leotard she became known as the 'Green Goddess', and I have to admit she did stir certain emotions in those green leotard days.

No, the only Green Goddess that I am stirred by and completely devoted to is Mistress Maggie. If you follow Mistress on social media you may recall that a few weeks ago she announced the completion of her green latex catsuit, and today was the day I became intimately acquainted with that wonderful garment. All was revealed to this totally besotted slave when the door to the Chambers slowly swung open and there before me stood the most beautiful green sight a devoted rubber pervert could ever wish for. It was a darker shade of green latex with matching accessories of wrist bands and nurses cap all adorned with a red cross, a very stunning contrast to the material.

But the most stunning vision was Mistress’s beautiful face framed in the blackest of black hair, the same black as the knee boots she was wearing. The whole impression of suit and Mistress was one of a totally dominant, confident and stunning Dominatrix who from that very instant had my body and soul to do with as she pleased. I felt truly liberated and so ready to follow whatever Mistress wanted, immediately and without question and to abdicate all responsibility. 

I relished the slow progression up the stairs to The Playroom and as I didn’t trust myself not to just reach up and give Mistress a long loving hug, I waited until Maggie arrived on the landing before following. I don’t think I took my eyes off my Mistress or blinked once whilst I stood in total awe of how lucky a slave I actually am.

I placed my butt plug on the Playroom table and it was the first to see action, slipped up my bum it served to prepare me for any alternative anal play Mistress may choose, shortly followed by my dutiful worship of the boots Maggie was wearing. As has become the custom, my arse and other body parts that came within range received light spanks with a short handled crop punctuated by the occasional harder reminder to keep my tongue busy.

Next I was to be rubbered up, today I would be wearing my Invincible latex suit that Mistress had instructed me to bring along, then bending over the Horse my butt plug was replaced with a pair of electric Kegel balls. I am pleased Maggie inserts my own plug for initial stretching, because the Kegels went in so easily. My five suit zips were adjusted to provide Maggie with maximum flexibility to expose my tiny manhood and testicles and to allow the Kegel’s lead to emerge from the suit and be tidily zipped in place. Hmm, Mistress also ensured my nipple zips were open and nipples easily accessible, a pretty obvious sign that they were likely to be used for providing entertainment.

We transferred through to the Clinic with Maggie tugging on my collar ring and leading me there like her pet, which I loved. I sat carefully on the Couch while Maggie helped insert me into the waiting gold body bag.  Once zipped in she retrieved a bunch of white canvas straps that she’d guessed as suitable lengths for fitting round the various parts of my body. Wow, I earned myself some much needed brownie points for suggesting that she used the wall hooks to keep them in order, which she happily accepted. One by one they were secured around me; longer ones around my torso, shorter ones around my legs.

I enjoy wearing the inflatable anaesthetic hood which is just as well, as once Maggie had completely fitted it a great part of the session had me inflated like a balloon within its confines. Now suitably dressed for an occasion it was a matter of arranging myself in a comfortable lying position, so that Mistress could make sure that my restraints were as tight as they could be and take care of my treatment/s, which was nothing short of being trussed up like a turkey! You might recall a few sessions back that Maggie had experimented with self-torture by attaching a pair of rebreather bags to my clamped nipples. Well, she excelled herself on this occasion and introduced more green into the environment. 

At first caress I thought Mistress was using pin wheels on both nipples, but it didn’t take me long to remember the familiar sensation of nettles. Year after year they arrive in the Spring, just when you’d forgotten all about them, but never Maggie. She maintains her own nettle patch and when the season arrives she never fails to treat slaves with her natural nettle remedies. This year using wire she had cleverly attached a bunch of nettles to each of the two rebreathers, breathing in and out raised and lowered the nettles causing them to repeatedly stroke and sting my nipples. I know I may regret this, but the sensation from these little green leaves excited me, although Maggie said she had found using the nipple clamps with the rebreathers more of a hoot.

Mistress outlined a whole series of sound related activities that she had planned for me, using cooled and heated sounds, sitting on me while going a little bigger, extracting a nobbled sound slowly like anal beads, prostate stimulation with the curved Van Buren, attempting a record size, electro play with sounds to name a few. . . All began well and without any hitches. Mistress started off small, teasing me with her cooled sound closely followed by her heated one. Armed with the bobbled sound she climbed up and straddled me, I received her full weight across my abdomen and the sound of crackling plastic told me the bobbly sound was being removed from its sterile packing. Again she started slowly massaging my urethra with its many beads. Everything was perfect and I was willing and ready for Mistress to entertain herself with many more of the plans she had in store for my cock.

I know I have been having problems with my foreskin for a while, actually seeing my pee hole these days belongs in the realms of history, and struggling to find her way in was the only concern Maggie had about her sounding mission today, but as it happened she’d had zero difficulty so far. When the bobbled sound was withdrawn she spotted red stuff, not that I could see it of course and it was causing absolutely no discomfort. I had never had this problem before and Maggie immediately realised sounding me today was not going to work, so withdrew the partially inserted sound. Being unable to ascertain where the source of the red fluid was she announced in no uncertain terms, ‘You will be having nothing else inserted down that hole until you get your problem sorted’.

It is amazing how a little red liquid can get everywhere. I know I really upset Mistress’s order of play and the mess that was created was quite striking. Nevertheless, a clean-up operation was put in motion and my bleeding got under control. This is where Maggie ALWAYS has a plan B and decided that it would be appropriate to enhance the bondage by using the Couch straps to further secure me. Out came the e-stim equipment and groin and balls were wired for three channels of enhanced stimulation.

The inflatable hood that I had been cocooned inside was finally removed, a shame really as I do enjoy a bit of inflation, in its place I had a simple hood, a gag and a blindfold, with private musical accompaniment supplied through a pair of headphones. I must say the thought of being brainwashed really appeals; just think music and the commentary 'you must obey Mistress Maggie… you will do anything and everything to please your Mistress”…' while experiencing total sensory deprivation. Sorry I am drifting again… but the electrics kicked in at a higher rhythm and that certainly helped me concentrate.

And the last luxury of the session was a large quantity of Mistress’s nectar delivered via a feeding tube through the mask opening. It was a very long drink indeed, one that I was ready for and carried on sucking up until the last drop was consumed. I get a real sense of worth, a privilege and an honour being able to recycle Maggie’s waste material, otherwise known as a ‘piss guzzling pervert!’

Because we finished a little earlier than planned I was able to assist Mistress with cleaning up the mess I had created. I do also feel a distinct sense of worth doing some of the washing and tidying round, and of course being able to chat quite naturally with Maggie while we’re making the Clinic immaculate again.

I did get a couple of opportunities during the session to actually feel the latex of Mistress Maggie’s catsuit and it is soooo soft to the touch. The chlorination undertaken by Maggie has led to the perfect finish and that is why there is only ONE Green goddess. 

Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.