Exam Time

I believe that I am falling deeper and deeper under the spell of Mistress Maggie. As I enter The Chambers, gone are the nervous tingles that occasionally showed themselves last decade as I approached the outer door, only to be replaced by the need to enter and serve. I wear my slave collar openly, although I do respect Mistresses request for discretion in her outside environs but once inside...  I am relaxed in Mistresses company and all I ask is that I can serve.

However, I am still a red blooded male and Maggie certainly has the ability to make my blood boil. I walk behind those glorious latex covered legs and get that familiar urge just to touch... but my training has been good and thorough and I touch when asked, in fact I react only when instructed to react by Mistress.

The gentle cropping that my backside received as I was worshipping her boots may have been a little more firm than last decade, with the occasional splat aimed across the balls, but everything is designed to improve my value as a slave.

And what a fortunate slave I was in today's session. I was to be allowed to be one of the first recipients of Maggie's new inflatable rubber helmet.

Firstly though, I was quickly into my plum suit and was pleased that I surprised Mistress by climbing in, zipping up and standing to attention without any assistance. Oh, but the polishing is always a delight. Maggie polishes all over; shoulder, arms, hands, legs and more intimate places that always excite this latex covered male.

Once in the suit and fitted with my butt plug I was introduced to the new hood that had recently been so enticingly announced on Maggie's twitter feed. Easy to get my head into, very comfortable to wear and incredibly stimulating when fully pumped up. Today would be without the gag but in return, Mistress expected me to provide honest feedback on how it felt.

Well, my feedback was a little embarrassing to say the least. I was trussed like a chicken with the hessian ropes and hung almost off the ground from the ceiling ring. As I wobbled about like a skittle a more serious whipping ameliorated by the occasional puff of aromas had me glad of the rope suspension. Rather embarrassingly I came, there in the middle of the Playroom. Mistress wasn't at all pleased, but in my defence that was the only feedback I could give as I was so excited by the situation, and it didn't really help that Mistress had lubed up my cock and balls and was merrily playing a tattoo on my manly bits!

This wasn't going to detract from Maggie's intention of carrying out my regular routine dental check-up and I was de-hooded in preparation for the Clinic. That was a real shame, but it would be impossible to examine my gnashers with them sealed inside that wonderful rubber creation.

Strapped down in the dentist’s chair I was left listening to a dental presentation on the radio while Maggie slipped into the stunning white latex medical gown that she’d made, and I just gazed at the beauty that was about to invade my oral cavity once more. I like being able to say that Mistress has invaded all my cavities and in fact she has the freedom to go wherever her mood takes her. Today it was the mouth.

Time for a little relaxing aroma to calm the patient. I wasn't about to say no but I am generally very calm in Maggie's presence with or without aromas. She does have that effect on this slave. After all, I have nothing to worry about and trust my Mistress to do whatever she wishes. This time the aroma delivery was coming from the gas station and being fed through by the simple anaesthesia face mask; easy to hold in place and remove when ready. It is not as intense as the inflatable hood I wore earlier but far more practical for climbing onto the molars.

It is quite strange and weirdly relaxing to be strapped to the couch and being administered to by a very beautiful lady. The situation is made more bizarre by the white latex mask she was wearing. I could gaze through my perspex eyepiece and I could see clearly just Maggie's eyes, which all added to the emotional tension in the room. However, I do wish Mistress would not try to open my mouth wider, just a bit wider, a little bit more with the mouth brace. I feel a right pillock dribbling away in front of my dentist but it certainly did the job, keeping my mouth wide open for the real examination and remedial work that was deemed necessary.

Mistress has all the necessary equipment for the Clinic. A selection of authentic stainless steel dental instruments entered my mouth and were put to work for examining and cleaning my teeth, working up to a drilling that can really put your teeth on edge. I drifted fleetingly back to my early dentists and thought they could learn a lot from Dentist Maggie's bedside manner. There are other advantages and benefits from visiting my current practitioner, not the least of which is her beauty and calmness as she drills and scrapes away, all behind that alluring white mask.

As we progressed Maggie appeared satisfied with the results of her work and was finishing up with a good clean and polish. Now, I am not sure what amused her so much, probably the absurd look of her patient, but shortly after applying the cotton wool and lip pads she started to giggle and almost lost the plot with her laughing. Obviously she remained in control as she continued to clean my teeth, but once again it was so thrilling that for whatever reason I was able to elicit that wonderful tinkling, slightly girlish laughter that is so appealing.

When she had regained her composure, the mischievous madam decided to clean the end of my cock with the toothpaste. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable and I think that may not have been the reaction Maggie was hoping to achieve. ‘Ohh, does is not tingle, not even a little bit slave?’

It was now nearing the end of my dental appointment and all that was left was a little cleaning of the oral cavity, which was achieved with the assistance of a suction device. Once more the whole suction procedure was so life like. With a command to open my mouth, in went the tube and the sucking squelching noises began, indication that the end was almost nigh.

The final action, which had rather sensibly been left in the bathroom, was the mouth rinse and wash. Maggie had thoughtfully prepared a tumbler full of her pee for that, and I was instructed to rinse and spit while she got started cleaning the instruments she’d used in the Clinic. I have to admit that after the first rinse and spit I thought it was far too much of a waste of good vintage so I drank the rest!

Before anyone asks. No, Mistress Maggie does not perform actual dentistry BUT it feels so real at the time. The thoughts, sounds, emotions and fears are all there with the added bonus of a beautiful practitioner. This is role play but of the very highest quality and once more I have had a thoroughly enjoyable and amazing afternoon in the hands of the best Mistress/Dentist that a slave could ever wish for.

A final note of thanks to Maggie for allowing me the experience of that wonderful inflatable helmet. That is amazing.

WARNING: This 2 min 30 sec dental fetish clip had audio.

Black Gold

Today was an honorary Friday. The observant among you will have noticed that 99% of the sessions I have with Mistress Maggie do occur on Fridays, a ritual which dates back to when I was working and finished early on Friday’s. I could have a marvellous session then a wonderfully relaxing weekend knowing that Maggie had finished her working week as well and could similarly relax. Tomorrow, Mistress would be away, so Thursday became our Friday!

My all black water goddess

This second session of the 20's, my 181st with my superb Mistress, started with the vision of an all black, latex covered goddess, and when I say all black I mean from head to toe, from fingertips to fingertips Maggie looked like shimmering shining liquid oil. The dim light in the hallway played across every latex curve and acted like a mirror across her tight latex bottom, I edged as close as I dared to that wonderful rear as we climbed the stairs to the Playroom. Not too close but what a stunning view!

I instantly obeyed the instructions to change into socks and gloves, kneel in front of my owner, willingly accept a latex hood and happily worship her calf length boots. As an illustration as to the excellent training I have received, as I was worshipping her footwear Mistress gently cropped my cheeks and in a seamless action had my arse lubricated and butt plug inserted while I was still kissing her big toe. 'I would like you in black latex', she said, and with a total lack of ceremony or fuss my working suit was talced and I was in. Once more I was happily cocooned inside my rubber skin.

Neither did it take long for Mistress to position the toilet box and suggest it would be an excellent idea for me to slide under the pan and prepare for a nice long drink. Mistress clearly knows my thoughts or how else would she know I was a little dehydrated.

The toilet box was fitted with the latex funnel rather than direct delivery into my mouth, meaning I would not be performing as her toilet, but more like her personal drain. The downside to this is that all that was visible as Mistress descended and the nectar flowed was the dark shadow and the feint image of the pool of pee as it filled the rubber funnel shaped chamber. Without prompting, I had already placed the tube in my mouth and gladly sucked up all the considerable contents of Maggie's very full bladder.

With my thirst quenched and the toilet box tidied away my black goddess fitted me into two leather body harnesses, tightening them until I was very snugly restrained behind the leather and beckoned me to follow her into the Clinic. I really cannot do justice to the description of my black-gold goddess... You need to experience the thrill in person to understand how I felt and how much I rely on Maggie to help me improve my servitude.

On entering the Clinic more polished black latex greeted me. Mistress had completely rubberised the operating couch, transforming the grey leather of the couch into a sea of shimmering black, shiny latex that perfectly matched my Mistresses outfit. Maggie had gone to town today with latex. It was everywhere. I was now covered in the wonderful material and it wasn't too long until I had it filling my insides, covering my cock and in fact I was just becoming a rubber toy for my Mistress. Oh I do love that feeling. Mistress was covered in the marvellous material and now I was to lay on a super soft bed of it. I said this was going to be my best decade ever!

Mistress carefully chose the panoramic gas mask so that I could gaze at my Black Beauty. The straps were tightened to their maximum and another open face hood sealed the lot to my head which was now in three layers of tight rubber. The feelings that generated were enhanced by the fact that I had superb vision of my owner; perhaps a little scary with her totally encased as well, but it was a wonderful feeling. A little talc inside the inflatable mitts and they slid easily over my hands and I knew to clench the fists inside the glove rendering my hands totally useless once Maggie had finished pumping them up.

Maybe it is part of Maggie's longer term plan to increase the intensity of my training in the 20's, because the mitts were definitely pumped up harder than last decade. The consequence of my ball hands was that although I could get them round to stroke Mistresses rear, I had no tactile feedback. Still I suppose that again is part of the direction I wish to travel, where it pleases Maggie and I suppose that lack of feedback is Maggie's way of enhancing my frustration that builds throughout every session. Though at times and without warning, Mistress does devote time to caressing her rubberised slave as she floats about her Clinic. Those wonderfully sensual caresses can be like a very pleasant electric shock; It makes me feel so alive.

Unfortunately, for me anyway, the panoramic did not last forever. It is not set up to accommodate a re-breather bag, so when Mistress wanted me puffing on my own air the mask was changed for something that had been modified for the job; a GP5 gas mask. With a couple of turns of her wrist Mistress had her wish and the rebreathe bag became my air source.

The GP5 has a more traditional aspect of two small windows on the world, but fortunately it didn't prevent my vision unduly, ensuring that the awe, wonderment, longing and feelings for my Mistress continued to mount. At this stage with my triple hoods and thick working suit I was getting a little warm and I really felt for my Mistress who was doing all the hard work and still wearing her total latex outfit, including that sensational hood. Alas, those were the only feelings for my Mistress that I was allowed, as by now my wrists had been attached to the stout leather harness.

It was now time to find out why I was wearing the second harness below the waist. Mistress opened my cock zip and made certain that the horny thing that sprang out was passed through the harness ring, then began stretching and dressing it in rubber in the form of an open ended sheath round my now exposed and not so private parts.

Maggie's attention moved southwards where two further items of rubber were to be introduced into our playtime. The first was an innocuous looking dildo - well within my capabilities I thought, except the damn thing was inflatable! I was already well stretched and oiled having been wearing my red plug since the start of the session, and when this was eased out it was a relatively easy matter to slip in the inflatable and start pumping away.

Having inflated latex up your bum is a strange sensation. It feels far less intimidating than the solid dildo's, as is only to be expected as it’s much like a balloon. Maggie played with it for quite a long time, pushing it in and pulling it out. I could feel it compressing when it entered, moving about inside and shaping into whatever hole it was filling. Even with the pump still pumping, the dildo is not uncomfortable, although because of its slight pear shape when inflated, if it is left unattended even momentarily it does have a tendency to be expelled with an embarrassing plop and go bouncing off around the Clinic!

My anal experiences were not yet over, to keep me truly stuffed with rubber a large and somewhat familiar ribbed plug was gently eased home. I have been filled with this very big plug in the past, but Mistress had chosen to abandon it because there is no appreciable flange to hold it in place and consequently it would sneak out while Mistress was not looking. Maggie was not going to allow it liberty on her new floor covering today, and so it was gently pushed home, zipped in and buckled in place behind the leather harness. 'That should keep it in’.

The final part of today's latex extravaganza naturally turned to my cock and balls. After all, Mistress uses them for her amusement, and so far they had done nothing except luxuriate within the confines of the rubber sheath. Out came the bondage board and the electro kit for a little more 'sizzling enjoyment'; not sure if that was Maggie's enjoyment or mine!

Anyway, my cock and balls appeared to take um-bridge at being left until last and went as flat as a pancake, well almost. That definitely didn't please Mistress but a few firm slaps and some coaxing had the little fella standing to reasonable attention, only to be immediately grabbed and roped down like a steer. Electrodes round its neck and electrodes round its belly made it tickle and flinch with the electric pulses, and I was left being tickled and shocked accompanied by a big grin from my Mistress.

That would normally be the end of the session but I was so honoured to be asked to help Mistress with her un-rubbering. I know from pleasant experiences that after a good session I need help getting out of the hot sticky latex suit, and boy was this a good session. Today Maggie had the same sticky problem, so with trembling fingers I very carefully unzipped her black latex hood to reveal Mistresses beautiful but a little damp face. Then I was needed to unzip her tight latex outfit and help her to extract her arms. That was as far as I was needed, but I got a rare glimpse of Maggie's perfectly smooth and simply beautiful bare back and I actually felt that I had been able to do something to help Mistress and be a proper slave.

I loved every rubbery minute and the sight of Mistress Maggie in her all black latex attire was simply mind-blowing. Thank you Mistress.

Caution: this 90 second clip has audio

Oh, I'm an Alien

Oh, I'm an alien, 

I'm a legal alien 

I'm a Yorkshire man in... 

Mistress Maggie's Chambers in Preston.

I know it doesn't fit the Sting song but it was a helluva lot of fun being treated as an alien by Mistress and her attempts to return me to my homeland. All will become clear a little later, but to get today’s session started I needed to acquire a new skill set to help look after Maggie's needs.

Mistress prepared me for my training and a butt plug was quickly fitted, in fact that was a bit unusual as Maggie normally requires me to devote myself to shoe or boot worship before having me bend and receive the plug.

However, the command to worship her red shoes did follow and I was down on my knees once again, moving my tongue vigorously along their shiny leather uppers. The style of the shoes meant there was very little for me to clean, and so it was a relatively quick transition to climb into my working catsuit and be zipped inside a comfortable latex slave hood.

I am not normally required to wear my glasses, but on this occasion I was informed I would be undertaking a pedicure and would obviously need to see properly. With a little thought we decided to slide the temples of my glasses through the eye holes in my latex hood. With perfectly secure and well positioned glasses, Mistress guided me, my glasses and a manicure set towards the clinic.

Arranging herself on the couch Mistress slipped off her latex stockings and put her legs into the stirrups. Pedicuring her feet was pretty easy because Mistress does a fabulous job of looking after them, and I have had the privilege of doing her pedicure on a few occasions already and been trained to know what is required. A tiny bit of work with an emery board and once more they were beautifully smooth and Maggie was satisfied.

No problems there then, but painting my Mistresses toe nails - that did pose a problem, as I had never undertaken any nail painting ever. Mistress didn't help this poor slave one iota. The red paint was going on and I was progressing reasonably well on one leg, but when I started on the other, I raised her left leg into the other couch stirrup to be confronted with the most beautifully erotic sight ever.

Mistress was naked under her latex skirt and I was getting an eyeful of her perfect private parts, complete with delicate silver ring exactly in the centre of where a slave never goes. I soldiered on trying not to gaze at the most beautiful of mounds and, even though I say so myself, I did a passable paint job under extreme provocative circumstances.

Mistress wasn't finished teasing her devoted slave, with her painted toe nails still quite wet she tiptoed hurriedly towards the bathroom with me in tow, saying that she needed to pee I would serve as a suitable receptacle for her. Perched on the edge of the toilet bowl with my head back over the pan and mouth wide open, I patiently waited to receive a glorious infusion.

Mistress took her place and liquid began trickling into my mouth, and apart from a few initial drops landing on my chin, that’s where the majority fell. I was in such close proximity to that little silver ring, yet trained to know and concentrate on catching as much refreshment as possible and definitely avoid any physical contact.

With my thirst quenched and back in the playroom I was hung out to dry. Not really, but I did stand with hands clasping the overhead as Mistress wound several layers of cling film tightly round my torso and down to my knees, then lowering my arms to my side more layers of film were applied leaving my arms and hands firmly clamped down. I couldn't really see what use a pinioned slave would be to Mistress as she led me back to the clinic and carried on winding the clingfilm round me until my whole body was covered. Mistress took care positioning me down the centre of the couch, and as if I was not bound up enough already she then strapped me down.

Maggie whispered that I looked like an alien and to her amusement I said I was from planet Yorkshire.

I don't know why I said that apart from the fact that I am, but what followed was an impromptu role play whereby Nurse Maggie would help me return to my home world! I wasn't at all surprised when she indicated I was going to get a space helmet to help me on my journey, and I was soon enjoying breathing on the rarefied air inside an inflatable plastic hood. I was starting to warm to Mistresses little role play, mostly because it included getting loads of attention from my beautiful alien captor.

I have to admit that the sight of me wrapped in plastic with my plastic hood would do nothing to dissuade any impartial observers in planet Preston that Maggie, had, in fact captured an alien!

Mistress was intent on familiarising her alien with some words which are frequently used on Planet Preston while I waited to be reunited with my species. You try repeating the words rubber and latex correctly when your mouth is full of breathing tube. I did feel rather stupid as all I could manage was ‘lubber’ and ‘ratex’ before Mistress believed I needed more atmospheric exposure and fixed me inside a gas mask with aroma tube attached.

The elongated pump tube she was using meant that Maggie could dispense poppers from anywhere in the Clinic, and after several good lungfuls I was very, very relaxed and docile. That was a brilliant place to be in, because Maggie decided that we needed an antennae to help us communicate with Yorkshire and set about creating one, using my cock and balls as her construction base.

Snip, snip snip with her scissors and my cock sprang free from its plastic confines. With everything nicely sterilised, Maggie set about hooking lines to various bits. It was the least intrusive operation that I had experienced with Maggie. ‘After three slave , 1,2,3…’ Only a little prick with each hook that was inserted.

I couldn't help it, but as the first hook was pushed through my flesh I asked Mistress to stop for a moment and I think I orgasmed. Not explosive but more of a gentle, warm feeling. The feeling passed after a moment and I asked Mistress if she could possibly carry on, which she did. I put it down to the whole array of erotic experiences that had just gone, and in any event I felt fine and really couldn't miss the rest of this exciting journey.

More aromas, more piercings, eight in total and then Mistress played around with the positioning of the cords attached to the hooks, until she was happy that she had created a suitable aerial to help her alien to be located by his people.

By this stage all I felt was complete and utter dependence and devotion to my Mistress. I hardly felt any pain with the piercing and Maggie could have done whatever she wanted and I would still have been deliriously happy.

Mistress brought her electric box out, attached four electrodes to my outstretched genitals and flicked on the transmitter. With each subsequent, gradual increase in power I felt sufficiently relaxed to quip 'Almost there, Radio Cleveland coming … ‘, then with a further increase in power I could report ‘tuned to radio Whitby ...’, then after a few more ‘receiving radio Bridlington’ and as the dial slowly increased to level 25, I was screeching that ‘I can see Planet Yorkshire !!!!’ .

It was either that or pleading with my laughing Mistress that at that power I was literally about to take off!

I don't think the Yorkshire alien role play was planned, but once started Maggie improvised brilliantly and that in turn egged me on to become that alien character. It was only at level 25 when the aromas had been pushed to their limits that I had any doubts about where Maggie had taken us during this incredible session. The needle play, plastic and electro play were all planned but it was a real joy how the journey developed.

Maggie summed up the whole session brilliantly. ‘A mad but very enjoyable session.’

Thank you Mistress Maggie.

Bronze Age Slave

I suspect there may be the odd raised eyebrow when I say that once again another Friday the 13th session had been arranged with Mistress Maggie. Unlike some people I do not suffer from triskaidekaphobia, in fact I have no qualms about the number 13 whatsoever. I love my Friday sessions with Mistress and have done since I took my first steps into her Chambers. I remember my routine then; at the end of the working week, leave work at lunchtime, stop in at the services on the M61, have a shower and tidy up to look presentable for my Mistress then make my way to the Chambers at exactly 14:30. Statistically, because I love Friday sessions and have a need to attend regularly, the chances of sessions on Friday 13th are at worst 50:50 and on the many occasions when they have occurred, I have found them nothing but pure pleasure and delight.

Today was more memorable than just another Friday 13th. It has been eight years this month, almost to the day, since that first journey down the Motorway and Maggie wanted to celebrate our achievement with a bottle of bubbly. It was not the first celebratory day that Maggie had had this week, as by coincidence another of her lucky acolytes had celebrated his 8 years of servitude yesterday with a similar toast. I am highly unlikely to meet the fortunate fellow as Maggie is incredibly discreet, but if you are reading this, I do salute your fortunate introduction to the best of the best.

Our jamboree got underway as soon as the door to the Chambers gently closed behind me. Mistress attached her lead to my slave collar and pressed an aroma soaked cloth over my airways with instructions to ‘Inhale. Deeply’. An unexpected and very pleasant introduction that had me heading to heaven even before ascending the stairway. I could feel myself relaxing and once more starting my journey into total and complete adoration and obedience. It produced a far more erotic ascent as I followed Maggie’s wonderful latex skinned derrière up the stairs. Whether it was the aromas or the fact that I simply had the most beautiful latex rear inches from my face, but I really wanted to plant a big kiss on her inviting cheeks, however Maggie did not offer me that opportunity and continued walking, slowly and steadily leading me to the Playroom.

Still in all my outdoor clothes I was told to lie on the bed until Mistress returned, which allowed me the pleasure of admiring Maggie's new latex quilt and I was left there in luxurious latex comfort, bemused yet happy as she left the room. Mistress soon reappeared with what I now know was the ice bucket and bubbly. After some questions about the contents of my perv bag I was told that I should be wearing a lot of latex and was given two minutes to present a fully rubbered version of myself, and be ready to worship Mistresses satin boots. I know I took a little longer than two minutes, but not too much longer. It was a compromise between the time and needing to present myself in an acceptable fashion to my Mistress.

Standing up with my arms outstretched I was buffed up and brought to a high polish by Maggie and her Mr Sheen, then down on my knees to complete the obligatory worship of Mistress’ tiny pixie styled boots.

There are certain other essential procedures that Mistress likes to perform on her slave and the first is to fill one of my orifices by inserting a plug. Delving into my perv bag I hunted for my butt plug. Being in a very relaxed and somewhat flippant mood I extracted the plug with a flourish and flamboyant gesture similar to a Harry Potter spell. I chanted ‘Insertio buttpluggio!!!’ That amused Mistress, and though her plan was to open me up first with something a bit larger, ultimately 'Insertio buttpluggio' resulted in my trusty red plug ending up in its natural home.

I can be pretty useless as a slave but on this occasion I managed to bring a surprised smile to my owners beautiful lips. Maggie's voice had a troubled tone as she invited me to open the bubbly. ‘Be very careful, don’t let the cork shoot out . . . don’t  make another hole in my ceiling . . . !’ Her concern was very understandable, as looking up I could see a sizeable patched up hole in the ceiling, made by a roofers boot who had accidentally slipped and put his foot through it during recent renovations to the Chambers. Better hold onto that cork then!

Luckily I have learned the knack for such occasions and have found that by removing the foil and placing the palm of my hand firmly over the top of the cork, unravelling the metal fastening and then gently rotating the cork while keeping very firm pressure on my palm, rather than shooting out it eases out with the gentlest of hisses as the gas seeks its own freedom. A barely audible sound and et voila! - one very pleased, relieved and somewhat surprised Mistress.

I can think of no better way of celebrating a marvellous event than bringing a surprised smile to my Mistress, sipping bubbly, smiling and laughing with a very beautiful, latex clad rubber goddess. I was only allowed one flute as I drive to Chambers and Maggie is always looking after her slaves' welfare, similarly Mistress only had one, as she remains in full control in more ways than one throughout our training.

I would never have dreamt of one day being a bronze age slave, however, the traditional name for an 8th anniversary is a bronze anniversary, where bronze represents strength and durability. Well, I had just managed to demonstrate to my bronze age Mistress that I had both of those attributes by proudly opening the champagne without the cork exploding.

It appeared as though my drinking bout was only just beginning, as the rubber ruff from the toilet seat was attached round my neck and I was ordered to slide underneath the toilet box. It was then only a short procedure to connect my rubber collar to the perspex seat, attach wrist cuffs to the toilet box legs and I was ready to receive whatever Mistress wished to deposit in my direction.

I lay there very comfortable, the neck collar providing a wonderful support, along with a superb view as Mistress with her swaying ponytails looked down the pan at her waiting toilet slave. Her hand reached down and pressed an anaesthetic mask loaded with an intoxicating dose of aromas, tightly over my face. As I drifted deeper into my very aroused pleasure zone I could hear Mistress unzip her crotch zip and the room went darker as the most glorious image started to eclipse the rest of the world. From thereon all I could concentrate on was trying to line up my mouth with where I anticipated the steady flow of nectar would be delivered.

Being so close to Mistresses private parts I must remember to know my place. Definitely do not get any closer to that beautiful area, just gaze and wait for her champagne. I didn't have long to wait before the first few droplets became visible in the half light of the toilet bowl. I adjusted, took my mouthful and swallowed. Mistress knows this slaves drinking habits and as if by magic the flow stopped as she waited to hear me swallow and then another gentle trickle, another mouthful and so it went on for several delightful mouthfuls of a much tastier celebratory drink.

I am not sure if the next mouthful was by design and Mistress was just wanting to teach her slave what a tsunami of fresh nectar was like, but instead of turning the tap off when I closed my lips to swallow, the flow just kept coming and coming. Coughing, spluttering, quickly opening my mouth and swallowing, I tried all ways but I couldn't keep pace with the flow. A few more gallons would have definitely had me drowning in Mistresses fluids. Come to think of it, there are far worse ways to go.

Maggie stood up, tidied her zips and smiled down at a very pee soaked toilet slave, saying ‘Wow, I feel much better now’ and I must admit, so did I. That wasn't quite the end of my drinking celebrations though, as taking another sip from her bubbly Maggie chose to share her drink and aimed her flute so the stream tipped into my open mouth. Some of the bubbly cascaded down my saturated hood and settled in my ears. Whether it is a normal reaction when bubbly meets pee I am really not sure, but all I could hear was a cacophony of bubbly sounds as the bubbles mixed with the nectar. That is an experience I definitely would like to repeat, perhaps at session 200 or our 9 year celebrations if Mistress allows me to continue for that long or any time Mistress wishes to flush out her bladder on a very willing toilet.

I was allowed out of the chamberpot feeling incredibly happy and a little flushed and we cleaned up myself and any spills. I was then bent over to have my butt plug replaced with an inflatable buzzing one, it’s vibrations were steady and continuous, working away deep inside and relentlessly building up more tensions in my lower groin area.

Firmly shackled to the four corners of the bed, Maggie considered it the appropriate opportunity to further celebrate this Bronze Age by deploying her trusty e-stim box. Four electrodes were arranged on my cock and balls and the pulses set to a rhythmic, pulsating twenty on the dial. You can probably guess the next part. I muttered a warning but whether it was lost in the gas mask or Mistress decided it would be fun just to leave the vibrations and pulsations running, nevertheless I was once again forced to ejaculate.

Leaning over me, Mistress either feigned or actually was angry, as a punishment she said she would increase the electrics by the eight years I had been in service. Now that really cleared my sinuses. Just as promised Mistress switched up the power and left me to be punished. I have never experienced such intense sensations and I am pleased that the shackles were more than a match for a slave writhing in agony. I was screaming, begging for mercy and thrashing around like a man possessed. In a way that is exactly what I was. Possessed by the most magnificent person you could wish to be electrocuted by. The gas mask of course muffled the screams and sobs down to mere whimpers but it did sound very loud from inside the mask. I wonder if my balls turned bronze with the e-stim set to 28? .

I loved every minute, bar perhaps those final two! And no, I wouldn't ask for any of it to be changed. I deserved the punishment but I think next time I will try to make sure my balls are empty before arriving to serve my Mistress Maggie. That leaves me with a real dilemma. I know Maggie expects to make me orgasm at times but only when she wants it to happen, when Mistress is in control and if I have deliberately emptied my balls...?

Here's to the Leather anniversary!

Carpet Burn

Before any of you think I have been indulging in the Urban Dictionary’s definition of ‘carpet burn’, perhaps I should enlighten you as to what really happened. I was invited into The Chambers by Mistress Maggie, and after admiring the red and white latex nurse uniform that she was sexily wearing we made our way to The Playroom, where I was sent to the bathroom to prepare for the session by returning in just my latex socks and gloves.

As usual, when I re-entered and took my place at the feet of my Mistress, there was a period of devotion and worship where I paid homage to the footwear of the day. In this case a rather nice pair of white leather knee boots. During our chatter Maggie mentioned that she had needed to undo a seam and redo the boots to make them a slimmer fit. (What a talented lady my Mistress is.)

An incredibly sensual flogging

Anyway, back to the carpet burn which can only have been caused by friction as I spun around on Maggie’s oriental rug with great gusto, searching for any uncleaned corners and predominantly kissing the boots as instructed in my haste to please. At the time it didn't register that I would need to comment about carpet burn, but I have spent quite a few days nursing it now and mentally reliving the events of day. Incidentally, the Urban Dictionary’s explanation of a carpet burn is strictly forbidden in Maggie’s Chambers!

Maggie fitted me into a very comfortable gas mask, attached the aroma delivery hose then sealed the whole lot in place with an open latex face hood, a few pumps later and I was floating away while Maggie gloved up and inserted four fingers up my bum. After that, insertion of my plug was very easy and would be kept in place once I was sealed in my thick latex catsuit.

That thick latex suit effectively deadened the blows from Mistresses new flogger as she handcuffed one of my hands to her throne, and not for the first time, she began swinging her whip, giving me another of her thorough sensual floggings.

The regular doses of aromas I was receiving had me buzzing, I felt a natural need to dance and stick out my backside to encourage Mistress to flog me harder. There is something surreal about Mistress very sexily moving to the music and having her whip tails sliding over my latex body, landing on my back and whipping my ass. I know Maggie was giving a light flogging but even the sound of the thwacks against the taught rubber across my buttocks, balls and cock was mind blowingly exciting. Although Maggie had deliberately left my right hand free so I could pump aromas if I wanted, I preferred not to do so, as I was overdosing already with the high I was feeling from the flogging.

A tug on the chain certainly gets a slaves attention

As we continued our dancing Mistress took charge of my air intake, heightening the tension each time she placed my breathing tube against her stunning breasts and depriving me of air for short periods. Maggie was laughing and it is reputed that I danced far better after those temporary breathtaking moments.

As much as I did not want our dance to end, it did, and Mistress went on to change my gas mask for a more regular latex number. It was important to Mistress that her chosen mask had suitable nose holes and I soon found out the reason why when a nose chain was screwed onto me. Note: make sure it is high inside the nose otherwise you will be in severe discomfort.

Once her slave was firmly secured by the nose I was led through to the Clinic for further pleasures. With an order for me to kneel, Maggie made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her legs in the stirrups. I was then instructed to remove her boots and replace them with a glossy thigh high pair with striking platform heels. I have attended to Mistress’ footwear before and remembered to line her foot up with the boot and gently push on the heel to ease it in place.

Pulling on the chain and guiding my nose towards her long white boots Mistress told me to begin worship. ‘Boots only slave’. I needed all of my slave training and the pull on the nose chain to help me concentrate on my task rather than Maggie’s exposed private parts. That really was a trial for a red blooded slave, but I have been well trained and only needed one sharp word accompanied by a torturous tug on the nose chain to bring me back in line.

Next came a little plastic play. Well perhaps more than just a little; it was my turn to be supine on the couch. Breathing through plastic with all my limbs confined in plastic splints I was strapped down for the remainder. Finally the contents of the calling email I’d received from Mistress made absolute sense -

‘Your rubber nurse will be getting you hooked on worship and floating on air, in the best possible rubber way’.

The plastic hood is incredibly comfortable to wear. I could breathe easily and thankfully I could still gaze at my incredibly attractive nurse as she prepared for the next phase of my training.

During a recent session Mistress had been disappointed that she'd been unable to continue stretching my asshole, mainly because my ass was just not up to it that day, but  promised ,’it can wait until another day’. Maggie had indicated earlier in this session that she intended to get a whole hand inside me by the end of the session. To help relax and sedate her patient my nurse prescribed more aromas. Amazingly the anaesthetic mask fitted perfectly over the plastic hood, tightening the plastic over my mouth and allowing virtually unhindered breathing whenever my medicine was being given.

Maggie whispered that the time was right to get a whole hand inserted inside me, then with her mischievous laugh announced that I would be playing party to her latest experiment. She explained how she would be fitting a latex glove up my bum before filling it up with an appropriate amount of her piss, describing how it might feel as the fingers begin to inflate, tenderly tickling my innards in the process. Oh, I do love to have Mistress experiment with me in this way and expected slight changes to her arrangement before she was completely satisfied.

An anal plug was inserted inside the glove to aid insertion before being sealed, then a syphon system was used to inject the fluids which could be heard filling a jug right next to my plastic covered ear!. The jug, filled with a large potion of her warm pee, was immediately delivered to my rear end where Mistress proceeded to syphon her invention up my backside.

There were a few moments of damning and blasting when a leak was identified, but the problem was soon fixed and the glove was filling up nicely. It was a wonderful sensation having my bum inflated with warm nectar, slopping about inside me with each squeeze of her rubber hand pump, and eventually around 750ml was successfully inserted into the glove.

I feel really privileged that Mistress was able to use her own fluids to fill up my arsehole, but every really good experience comes to an end and quite a hilarious one on this occasion. After a couple more pumps the pressure of the inflated glove became too much and the glove and plug combination eased its way out of my ass one finger at at time, giving Maggie one helluva surprise!

The imagination and inventiveness of my Mistress appears to have no bounds, and as the glove slipped out I think Mistress Maggie was satisfied that her experiment had worked very well. Her slave had finally accepted a hand up the backside, giving me hope that it won’t be too long before I can actually accept Maggie's hand deep inside me.

My dear old nipples were also on the clinic agenda and as part of my nipple training it was necessary for my rubber nurse to apply suction to them. I have been trying to train my nipples myself between sessions, to make them more accessible for my Mistress. I think I may have made some good progress because Maggie did comment that they were both more prominent, but caught me totally unaware as she leant forward and bit my left one because it was still misbehaving. I was so surprised that I jumped, not due to the sensation of having Mistress nibble a nipple, call me a masochist but that was actually very pleasant, but by the sheer suddenness of the punishment it received.

I think I had pleased my Mistress today because as a finale I was allowed some time with her sounds. It was a glass one that slipped down my cock first followed by an eagerly accepted fancy urethral dilator.

I'd spent quite a lot of time fully hooded in one way or another and loved every minute of the experiences, in fact Mistress could hood me for the whole session in these ways and I would love it.

Of course, the only time my eyes were unglazed I had a real intimate view of Mistress Maggie's most private parts, but any slave knows 'look but don't touch’. In reality, because of the tension on the nose chain I got very little opportunity to look and actually concentrated on cleaning her boots while trying to sneak a peak at my beautiful Mistress.

And what about that carpet burn? - Well everything is fine now, though it took a good week to heal up. I find it most strange that I never noticed it at the time, but I think once or twice Maggie has referred to it as her magic carpet!

Vac Packed BIG Balls

Probably the nicest day so far in 2019. The sky had a few wispy clouds but was predominantly blue and the temperature soared into the mid teens. Virtually no wind and all in all a perfect day for serving my owner. Mistress Maggie prefers to choose what rubber I’m dressed in so I arrived in vanilla clothes with the single adornment of my slave collar. The winter bug which had smote me during my last visit was almost gone, just a slight sniffle going on, but nothing else to dampen my enthusiasm for the wonderful session which lay ahead.

Slowly I made my way down the road towards The Chambers dawdling for a few moments to check the time, even the traffic was benign. When the time came, I sauntered across the road carrying my perv bag and rang the doorbell. From that moment my day just got better and better as Maggie greeted me in tight latex, a narrow skirt and tight low cut bodice skimmed her curves and a most brilliant white wig framed her face, giving a stark contrast to the very dark latex and the effect was absolutely stunning.

Taking dainty steps Mistress announced her skirt was a little too tight to walk in and every few steps she stopped abruptly, ostensibly to readjust her balance before smoothing down her skirt and continuing up the stairs to The Playroom. Not a word was said but I have become aware of Maggie's mischievous tempting ways and was alert to these abrupt pauses, it would have been so easy to bump my face against those glorious orbs and the thought certainly passed my mind with each stop, but I didn't. Instead I smiled a lustful grin but kept my distance until safely in the warmth of The Playroom.

The unusually warm February day also appeared to have caught Mistresses heater on the hop. Normally Maggie has a wonderful ambiance in the room but today in an attempt to warm up the rubber for the session the temperature had become a little too warm for comfort, hobbling over to the corner Maggie slammed the dial down and soon the heat would be under control. The time gave me opportunity to check out the goodies that had been laid out, the most prominent being the vacbed. It had been a while since I’d been incarcerated inside it and it looked like it was going to be another of those lucky days! I also spied the wonderful thin red latex suit that Maggie had designed and created herself; loose fitting and incredibly comfortable to wear. Oh boy, with the vacbed and the special suit, was this latex loving slave in for a real treat or what?

Alternate use of the Medical Drape - Suffocation!

First though I was asked for a full report on my health following my very poor performance in the previous session. I knew I had disappointed Maggie with my stupidity and had managed to contravene two cardinal rules in the process. I’d over exaggerating my plight by saying ‘I’m dying’ and had failed to observe Rule 17 - slave must endeavour to keep Mistress enlightened at all times.

Though there was no threat of physical punishment I could see how disappointed she was with me by the look in her eyes as she recounted what had happened. The hardest part was the calm chastisement that Mistress gave for my actions; a punishment that will stay with me far longer than any cane marks, electrical torture or other form of retribution which I might deserve. Put simply, after 159 sessions I really should have known better. I am also fortunate that Mistress does not bear any form of a grudge (I hope) and once I had reassured her that I was determined not to make the same mistakes again we quickly progressed to the meat of today's session.

I was stood to attention gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she gently reached inside her bodice and with that silky smooth whisper said ‘I have something for you slave’. A length of black 'pothole' tights emerged. ‘From a a brand new pair, just for you', she declared. Then taking the red latex suit in one hand and leading her slave with the other I was escorted to the Clinic.

Parallel infusions - one each side of the ballsac

After teasing me with what else may be inside that tight bodice - as if I didn't know, the catsuit in a very appropriate ‘clinic red’ was handed over to me so I could prepare myself for the operation ahead. As I carefully began dressing it started to dawn on me what was likely to happen next because I spied two bags of saline solution hanging idly from the IV stand. Maggie progressed to helping me with the zippers, arranging them so I could bend to have an inflatable butt plug inserted and my genitals were left exposed, otherwise I was fully covered in latex and feeling wonderful.

I was helped onto the waiting couch, settled in and given that rather nice white latex hood before finally being strapped down to await the infusion. There really wasn’t much I could do now, but if I tried really hard I was just able to move my left hand to stroke Mistresses bottom whenever it came within range, which happened on all too few occasions.

The next stage was truly delightful - one might say the calm before the storm. Mistress took a good handful of cocoa butter and methodically massaged it all over the scrotal area to make it more soft and pliable. Lying there relaxing as this most beautiful woman plays with your balls is idyllic.

Mistress clearly had some high spirits to get rid of before the serious work of the scrotal infusion, and once finished massaging me she promptly placed the plastic sheet intended for surrounding my operation site over my head, stretching it over my face and smothered me with it. For those few minutes I just lay there enjoying the smothering and inhaling the glorious plastic smell that exudes from it. After that I found out what the pothole tights were for, on previous occasions when Mistress has inflated my ball sac it was left to expand at its own rate, but on this occasion Maggie carefully fixed the piece of stocking over my cock and balls to add restriction as the ball sac expanded. Hmm, that should prove interesting.

Nipple extension at the same time as scrotal inflation. Excellent!

The cannulas were now being expertly inserted, one per side due to the potential litre payload. Sterile tubes were being removed from their packaging and being thoroughly checked for kinks. Once satisfied Mistress allowed the saline to flow, clearing the lines of any unwelcome bubbles before attaching them to her slave. A procedure so gentle I barely notice the infusion and the most pain I felt was a tiny prick as the needles went in. From my strapped down position the drip feed was visible and everything appeared to be running smoothly, though the drip rate to the right ball was comparatively slower resulting in a new cannula being fitted to rectify the issue.

It takes quite a while for the full infusion, and rather than idle away the time Maggie had decided that remedial work would be undertaken on my recalcitrant nipples. They’ve been particularly unhelpful recently, particularly the left one, and Mistress was about to begin her campaign to make them more grabable!. A few lungfuls of relaxing aromas came my way and then I felt the first dollop of lube being applied to my nipples. ‘This will ensure a good airtight grip slave’, then using circular motions Maggie massaged it in and applied one of her large size vac pumps to each nipple.

Pothole tights create the final masterpiece of control.

Just three slow pumps and those pumps were sucking up a lot more than just a nipple! I probably shouldn't say this but it was an almost enjoyable experience due to the aromas. I was totally nonplussed, however, to demonstrate the pleasures and pains that can be created by nipples Maggie freed hers from the confines of her tight bodice and rather erotically held them for her captured slaves’ frustrated admiration.

Mistress had more work planned and inspecting the saline bags and how full her pothole tights had become she concluded that 750ml was about right for the effect she wished to achieve. I think she was rather pleased with the aesthetics because she kept gently stroking my ball sac, whereas I was definitely pleased that my beautiful Mistress was gently stroking my ball sac and it had nothing to do with aesthetics!

As an aside, another of those impromptu amusing moments occurred as Maggie removed the sterile drape. It had gone on alright but due to my extraordinary ball size she had to resort to bringing out her scissors and cutting it off. No, not my cock or balls, that would be a waste of good saline, but the single use drape!

Moving swiftly on, I was instructed to carefully dismount from the couch and bend over to have my butt plug deflated, out it came and an electrode was wired up and shoved up my now vacant rear. Holding the leads out of the way we made our way back to The Playroom where I was divested of the thin red operating suit. Once again I mustn’t damage it so followed Mistress’ instructions, as I always do. Once in the warmth Maggie passed me a large towel so I could thoroughly dry myself, and for the first time I could really enjoy the unusual feeling of my heavyweight balls, still encased in Maggie’s restricting tights. A few puffs of talc and I was ready to climb inside the vacbed.

A well defined, vac-packed inflated ballsac

The vacbed is side entry, an ample size for a porky slave like me to scramble into and take my position under the breathing hole. Because of my recent throat problems Mistress thoughtfully provided a neck cushion to raise my head a little, with an anaesthetic mask and tube strapped to my head I was soon settled down to what promised to be a most interesting and spectacular finale, starting with Maggie actually climbing inside the bag. Well, half of her, so she could attach sticky electro pads on me, two rows of pads were attached, eight in all, starting adjacent to my inflated balls and ending halfway up my chest.

With so many wires I must have looked like a telephone exchange, but Maggie managed to bundle them all up neatly, connecting them to the corresponding controls on the outside of the bag and tested them out. ‘Are you receiving slave? Are you receiving?’ 

Then the real fun started. The air inside the bed was pumped out and Maggie left the pump running to maintain the strong vacuum resulting in my total immobilisation. On went the anal electrode. That was quite pleasant and 'tingly' on its own even when raised to quite a high level, but what really started me gyrating were the two rows of chest electrodes, each independently controlled and not quite synchronised. First a pulse, pulse, tingle, throb on the left side followed closely by a pulse, pulse, tingle throb on the right side to be repeated at frequent, regular intervals. All automatic of course apart from Mistress occasionally turning up the volume until all eight pads reached an eventual high at level 14. By this time, I was hopping about inside the vacbed and getting quite excited, all helped by snorts of aroma through the aroma pump hose that Maggie had rigged up to my only air source, and the sensual touches of her hands as she stroked me through my tight latex covering.

WARNING: This 70 second clip of my pulsating vac bed experience has audio:-

Unknown to me, Maggie was intent on bringing me to climax today, her Hitachi being her weapon of choice. There was absolutely nothing I could do or wanted to do to prevent the inevitable. This time the forced climax was like no other I had experienced. My balls were massively inflated and by now my cock shaft was inflated as well, the ejaculation seemed to go on for ever. Normally it fires out and is over relatively swiftly, but today because of the restrictions the pleasure lasted so much longer.

I think Mistress was pleased with the results of today's training because as I was leaning over the bath helping Maggie clean up, a hand reached in from behind and was ’tossing’ and ’weighing' my balls as you might assess oranges, or pears in a supermarket. I certainly wasn't complaining at that extra fondle!

And finally, I do enjoy having massive inflated balls, it’s quite an experience to handle them, but fortunately or unfortunately after 24 hours they do return to almost normal leaving me with the desire for another trip to Mistress Maggie’s enticing domain.

Winter Sucks!

Winter sucks. Not because of the cold, Mistress Maggie as always had been very thoughtful towards her slaves comfort and had The Playroom heated to a very pleasant temperature. Nor because of the wet and snow, Mistress provided me with the most wonderful climate inside several layers of latex that are available in her Chambers. Nor because of the dark evenings, I’ve been made to spend many a happy hour bound up in thick latex accompanied by an effective blindfold. No, winter sucks because of the bugs and infections that increasingly affect me as I get older, particularly as happened today, those nasty little blighter's that result in catarrh. This objectionable condition can cause havoc with a good training session, more so when lying flat and still. In fact that very bug is what has delayed completion of this blog by more than a week!

The strange thing is that when not lying down I feel fine, the mucus drains away and I can cope with anything, even the severe attack of nipple torture I was given that made Mistress laugh, along with a little annoyance when my inverted left nipple refused to accept her screw-on nipple electrode. No, the worst thing was that catarrh caused me to perform badly, leaving my Mistress a little deflated.

I felt 98% in excellent health as I sauntered towards the Playrooms. That increased to 99% when I got the feint glimmer of a very beautiful latex clad goddess through the small window in the front door and, wow! - when Maggie opened the door and ushered me in I felt over the moon, and definitely 100% up for another excellent session where I knew I would please my Mistress. What a beautiful, black latex outfit. A beautiful flowing skirt that swirled like a Flamenco dancer as she moved, a wonderful black basque that showed off her beautiful body to perfection and a prominent wide waisted corset belt. No tights, so her stunning white alabaster legs were in stark contrast to the latex that swirled around them and the leather boots that perfectly complemented her outfit.

My service to Mistress began with a lengthy spell of kissing, licking and fondly caressing her boots, but woe betide if you stray from the leather of the boot top onto that luxury alabaster white thigh. It was oh so tempting and so close that I could feel the warmth of Maggie's thighs on my forehead, but I am by now too well trained to risk the wrath of my owner. The occasional flick of Maggie’s butterfly crop was enough to keep her slaves' attention and perhaps pre-empt the thoughts of straying!

As it was time for my butt plug and slave hood Mistress had me kneeling. Knees very wide apart, head down on the Playroom rug she straddled my back, then facing towards my backside began her ritual oiling of the orifice and plug, gently and firmly easing the plug inside me where it would remain for the rest of the session.

Since my last session I had given my catsuit some special cleaning attention and had managed to make it nice and shiny, it had been laid out on the bed and by now was nice and warm, but when Maggie picked it up to help dress her slave she spotted that the polish I’d applied had made the latex very sticky and offered her advice. ‘Wash this polish off when you get home slave and stick with the Mr Sheen’.

Electro nipple clamps

Unfazed, Mistress produced an alternative catsuit which unlike mine had entry zips on the shoulders. I must admit it had been a while since I’d had the privilege of wearing this suit and it still fitted me well, perhaps a little more shaking and stretching to get it aligning with my contours, but once inside it feels simply wonderful.

So far so good. I was feeling good in my rubberised state and ready to be a toy for Maggie’s amusement.

Seated on the edge of the rubber bed I was directly under the ceiling rose and suspension ring. Maggie was going to be making use of the ring, and once she had my hands inflated in a pair of pump-up mitts she made sure they were even more useless by hooking them to it. My hands would be playing no part in the next part of her well executed plan, a shame really as I didn't even get chance to sneak a gentle stroke across Mistress’ latex derrière. Being secured up out of the way they made my chest an easy target for her torments and Maggie’s electric nipple clamps were brought out to play.

The photo really camouflages the problems my left nipple was causing. The right nipple clamp fixed and stayed put for all my electrifying experience, whereas, the left one had other intentions; any clamp deployed on it would only be allowed with a 90 second permit! Enough though for Mistress to apply a little tingle which caused an involuntary jerk (good definition of this slave) which caused the nipple to shed its clamp. Try as she might the pathetic nipple was determined not to play and was deemed unworthy of her stimulating attention. More time electrocuting the right one then!

What a glorious sight to a latex freak -  A beautiful latex Mistress

Tiring of tortured nipples Mistress inserted me into yet more rubber in the form of the heavy rubber bondage suit; an all over thick rubber covering with arms that end in reinforced latex mittens. To make matters worse, or better for a rubber bondage freak like me, Maggie attached the stoutest of her harnesses and buckled my upper and lower arms to my sides before allowing me the pleasure of the system mask. I must be getting more accustomed to this beautiful mask as there were no hitches zipping it on, and more importantly I had no adverse effects from snuggling down in it on the latex bed.

By now I was completely buried in latex, even my eyes rested behind the perspex lenses of the mask meaning I could see my beautiful Mistress as she gradually attached the two breathing hoses at either side of my rubbered face. At this stage I was floating in a sea of desire enhanced by some lustful thoughts! Only thoughts, because in my trussed condition all I could do was gyrate my groin against the layers of latex. Not enough to generate relief, and with the beautiful vision of my Mistress only inches away I had to stay delightfully frustrated. To add a little more control Mistress strapped my legs together, just to let me know she was in charge!

The first and then the second of my crotch zips were opened, letting a little cool air pass over my aching cock and balls before a cock sheath was tightly stretched over my member and the zips pulled up again, leaving me even more heavily covered in that heavenly material.

Two corrugated hoses were attached to my breath source, to the right came something to obscure my already lustful thoughts; one of the new generation of aroma pumps. And to the left Mistress’ chosen alternative to fresh air; a large bubble bottle of her personal liquid waste. Mistress announced she had been collecting her piss for a whole day and that I should savour her flavour whilst breathing deeply. And that was to be my whole life for now. Totally rubber enclosed, not going anywhere, and a beautiful woman in TOTAL control of my breathing and senses.

Mistress squeezed her hand pump, sending a few doses of the intoxicating aromas my way before moving around to my other side to attach me to the sweet scent of her delicious pee.

The bubble bottle wasn't airtight straight away and not bubbling as it should be, so Mistress did a quick reconnection and soon had the air leak solved and all bubbling away nicely. But sadly during those extra few minutes the nagging cold and catarrh surfaced, taking their toll on my resolve for the first time in what otherwise was a perfect rubber session that I would have loved to endure for many hours.

Then it went dark; Mistress making me realise exactly how dependant on her I had become. She controlled my breathing, my movement and now my sight. For me dependence on my Mistress is a truly liberating experience.

I knew there was something wrong, as despite the comfort of the system mask it was now starting to feel heavy on my windpipe and I was starting to struggle with breathing. Normally I love struggling with breathing but now I couldn't see a way back, because even without the mask my windpipe would be causing an issue.

Mistress had already noticed the signs and quietly asked if I was struggling and would I like the system mask removed? I am really fortunate that Mistress really does understand her slaves and after another couple of difficult breaths I asked if it could be replaced. I never want our sessions to end and consequently thought a different mask would be the best answer and would keep Maggie cheerful. The tusk mask was fitted and I returned to breathing more easily for a while and partaking in more sniffs of that rather pleasant aroma. Mistress even treated me to some ball tingling electrostim as I lay there quite relaxed, but that winter bug wouldn't give in and once again I felt my throat starting to fill up.

Though I know that I should have mentioned my problems I stuck it out for as long as I could, because I really did not want to upset Mistresses plans. I know she derives a lot of pleasure from our heavy rubber sessions, especially when all her meticulously planned ideas come together.

I was pleased when Mistress offered me a drink. She detached the bubble bottle containing her piss and inserted the drinking straw from the tusk mask. I had been religiously holding the tube in my mouth since I was installed in the mask and this could be my saviour. A nice long drink of Mistresses nectar was bound to revive her flagging slave, except the straw had kinked somehow and no matter how hard I sucked the magic potion just would not arrive!

Without her special medicine I thought all was lost. Shamefully, for the first time ever I over exaggerated my condition to my Mistress. ‘I’m dying’, I muttered.

I wasn't of course but Mistress takes no chances with the health of her slaves. Starting with headgear first I was methodically and swiftly extracted from the confines of the rubber sheet, harness, bondage sack and catsuit that I was wearing. As I lay there on the Playroom bed quietly cooling down I felt so ashamed that I had thought to exaggerate my discomfort beyond all reason, making my Mistress and friend unnecessarily anxious.

I knew I had seriously let my Mistress down and as a result I had failed in my primary mission to make Mistress Maggie happy. I tried to make amends with helping tidy away afterwards, but how can that be enough? For putting up with me she deserves a whole lot more than that. Damn those winter bugs and yes, winter really does SUCK!