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.

Completely Knackered

This session turned out to be one of the most exhausting ones that I have lived through. It all started well when Mistress Maggie ushered me in to The Chambers wearing her stunning red latex catsuit, open faced latex hood topped off with her red pony tail. But the most alluring part of her suit was the front zip’s position, which had been teasingly pulled down to reveal her beautiful breasts presented in a black latex bra. Mistress knows that I am mesmerised by her wonderful physique and I was already well into my submissive/subservient zone before we even mounted the stairs. The open zip torture and that of those wonderfully flowing latex covered buttocks inches from my ogling eyes had me, once again, completely under her spell by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

After I’d laid my red latex suit out on the bed I was told to present myself in black latex socks and matching gloves. I do try to wear my socks for the journey to the Chambers because they are the most difficult to put on when in an excited state, I have also been tempted to wear the gloves but I think Mistress would frown on that, as for attempting to wear other latex under my normal clothes, a definite no no, because in the past Mistress hasn’t approved of me arriving sweaty and especially with sweaty bollocks, leaving with them is fine but they are difficult to grab when moist! Another thing that can be difficult to grab when moist is my butt plug, but today Mistress wasted no time in getting it stuffed up my arse.

Anyway, I returned as instructed and set about my boot worship duties. Mistress was giving my arse, back and anywhere else that took her fancy a right good walloping with what turned out to be a brand new slapper. Its strokes certainly had a sharp bite and she’d nicknamed it her ‘dog whip’. A very suitable name for what was about to transpire during the session

‘Do you have any idea what we might be doing today slave?’, asked Maggie. Of course I hadn’t as the calling mail had given very little by way of a clue. ‘You are going to be my dog’, she said with a big grin. I found it rather strange that Mistress fitted her ‘dog’ with a rather snug fitting lower harness and then had me jump into my red catsuit, after all what would the harness be used for once hidden? On reflection, I had thought it was just another method employed at making her dog more obedient. As an aside, the harness was so tight that it left a memento round my stomach for 24 hours after we finished. Or was the harness to be used to secure a plug-in dog tail once my own stretcher butt plug was removed? I soon found the latter to be the case.

It was at this point Mistress explained that I was to behave like the dog I had become. I was to forget being a loyal slave and operate as a loyal and totally obedient dog. The last word I was allowed was to offer my name as Rufus and that is what I became for the rest of my doggy day. 

Mistress explained that she had secreted several small toys around the Playroom for her pet to retrieve, but as I was a renowned sniffer dog I was to be allowed something to sniff before beginning my ‘fetch’ exercises. But first, I was to get more into character by wearing a doggy hood that came with a snap-on snout. Now this was the clever vehicle for delivering my sniffer aromas. Mistress soaked a hanky in aromas and popped it inside the snout attached to my dog hood. Wow or should I say woof. That hit the spot as Mistress sent me off through the ‘garden’ to sniff out my first prize. I should mention at this point that Maggie had carefully extracted my cock and balls from the suit leaving them exposed and the ‘garden’ consisted of potted nettle plants.

Who said dogs aren’t smart? I cocked my leg whilst traversing the garden so as to raise my balls above the stingers and proceeded very quickly to hunt and retrieve my first find. This dog was perhaps a little too smart because Mistress told me off before insisting 'you must go through the garden to find your toys', she also decided to give me a couple of paws in the form of padded leather mitts. Poor dog. That ended the easy pick-ups. In fact when I found my next prize, a dog bowl full of fresh pee, there was no way to safely lift it with the mitts on and I did spill a drop on the carpet until I learned to slide the bowl inch by inch back to Maggie. Another dose of aromas enhanced my sense of smell as I enjoyed an long sniff at the pee bowl I had found. (A fact you probably already know is a dog has up to 300 million olfactory receptors in its nose,  compared to about six million in humans).

Finds came thick and fast after that; a dog lead under the rug, to be used in a subsequent activity, a bone behind the curtain, a pair of nipple clamps under the end of the bed which proved most ineffective to wear due to the already sweaty nipples, and a dog brush under the centre of the bed, this had a special ‘prize’ sticker attached to it which meant Mistress would give her pet a good brushing. Rufus didn’t like that at all. I always keep my cock and balls clean shaven but Mistress gave them a good prolonged brushing until it was evident that I'd recived my prize. Now this bloody dog brush had very sharp unyielding bristles, and when coupled with the sensitivity they were already feeling from the nettle stings the experience was unbearable and I was howling for mercy.

The final three items took a little finding particularly with sore balls and there was no way I could sit and just lick them better, sometimes the attributes of a real dog would have been most beneficial! I located a vibrator under the rug in the Cage, a soft toy under the pillow, woof woof and finally a plastic doggy bag that had been hidden under the bed.

I found this series of fetching incredibly taxing and pleaded for frequent pawses. Despite having been wearing knee pads my knees were starting to ache, which prompted Maggie to apply some first aid in the form of bandages around them and some anaesthetic in the form of aroma top up to her sniffer dog’s nose. But all was right with the world as I was finally allowed to drink from my doggy bowl, where with the aid of a straw I finished all the pee and was once more ready and eager to resume as Rufus.  

The plastic doggy bag I had retrieved had a 'top dog' label which Mistress said had earned me the reward of 5 minutes gazing at my owner once it was tightly sealed around my neck. My puppy dog eyes looked out at Mistress with pure adoration and love and I felt a little of that loyalty that I know a dog must feel for a kind, caring owner. . .  and then the bag steamed up and I was panting heavily from the air deprivation. Rufus went as far as shaking his head desperately his head desperately before Mistress gave him air.

Mistress said she’d had the wild idea of turning me into a flying dog, but given that it might be a hard thing to achieve she asked my opinion and we discussed the logistics. Imagining myself as a flying dog for a moment I naturally woofed my approval and began contemplating the relaxation I’d experience from being suspended off my aching knees. Out came the very heavy leather harness, I was able to help with the heavier task of supporting and climbing into it while Maggie buckled me in, and I was soon ready to be hoisted on the Overhead Gantry.

The first attempt was a little ungainly because my legs dangled and touched the ground. Not to be out smarted by a dog leg, Maggie retrieved several restraints and set about chaining up her dog.  A leather hogtie arrangement secured front paws to back paws, chains were used to change my angle and support my legs in a bent position. Slowly but steadily I was winched off the ground and Mistress had her flying dog. This was a most ideal position to admire my Mistress and those fantastic bosoms, wagging my doggy tail and letting out a couple of woofs was my way of letting Mistress know she had a happy dog. 

Ah yes, the nipple clamps that had been so kind as to fall off earlier had not been forgotten, now successfully hung from my nipples Mistress used them to gently rock her pet backwards and forwards. Even then I was able to wag my tail, perhaps a little less vigorously than before and the woofs might have been tinged with a little wouwfh as the clamps bit a little deeper.

Once again Mistress knew EXACTLY which buttons to push to maintain her iron grip over my emotions and feelings as she lay on the bed immediately under my hanging form. Yes the front zip exposed her beautiful latex clad bosom and yes all I could do in my chains was wag my tail and inhale from another welcome pad of aromas lodged inside my snout.

After Maggie had completed her sensual bed teasing, it was time for release. By this time I was completely knackered and Mistress sent me off to curl up in my doggy bed in the corner of the Cell.

I hope this blog has given the reader some insight as to why this slave is willing to do anything to please my Mistress, including becoming her pet dog for a day. I am besotted, totally obedient and totally loyal to her. A final note to myself, I promised to locate some more appropriate and durable knee pads because I really don’t want to disappoint Mistress next time she wants to take her pet for a walk. And who ever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? This old dog is constantly learning from Mistress Maggie. Woof woof.

Red Chained

Today’s session was in two distinct parts but with a common underlying theme; red latex and heavy chains.

I am really fortunate that Mistress Maggie felt able to conduct my training today what with her shoulder problem not still being fully resolved, followed by decorating the Playroom (I was fortunate to be allowed to assist with this task), then an unfortunate incident causing a septic finger that necessitated the postponement of this session by a week. The good thing was that I already had my perv bag sorted for last week so the preliminaries were a breeze. 

It was too long since our previous session and I thought it would be a good idea to earn a few brownie points when I arrived by bearing a token of my appreciation for a wonderful Mistress. Well, two tokens actually, a bottle of wine for Mistress to share with her husband John and a bunch of white roses just for Maggie.

Mistress looked stunning as always when she answered the door to the Chambers. The most initial impact was created by the grey latex military uniform complete with a matching hat that gave a real look of authority. My eyes soon wandered and feasted on the rest of Mistresses 'uniform' and I saw black nylons, black lace up boots and a wonderful amount of her perfect cleavage. 

Eagerly following Mistress to the Playroom I was sent off to the Bathroom to return in my red socks and gloves, my red latex catsuit and red butt plug had already been laid on the bed to warm and ready for her slave to be inserted into. Naturally I had normal preliminary duties to perform, this time licking her lace up boots with no boot kissing allowed today. Though no encouragement is needed Maggie likes to crop her slave just to keep me keen, so I keep my tongue busy, licking and licking until Mistress was happy that I still remembered how to do a proper job.

A little talc dusted around the inside of my red catsuit and it slipped on easily. I remembered the mistake I had made previously with the positioning of the zippers, and ensuring they were positioned on the outside of the ankles and wrists there were no hold ups and I was inserted in to the suit quickly. Mistress fitted me with a red latex hood with mouth, eye and nose holes, though the mouth hole soon became occupied with a tightly fixed white ball gag. There was no ejecting this one and the scene was set for Act 1.

The low bench was now positioned under the overhead ring. Conscious that I had to look after my Mistress due to the problems with her shoulder and hand, I tried really hard to minimize any strain on Maggie. First of all the easy bits. The hanging wrist and ankle cuffs were liberated from the bed and attached to my arms and legs instead. I laid on my back as instructed and raised each leg in turn, as high as I could so that Maggie found it easier to chain each leg to the spreader bar that was dangling from the overhead ring.

Perhaps I tried too hard because I ended up with my legs considerably higher than I anticipated. The same for the wrists, in fact by the time Mistress had finished my buttocks were only just touching the bench and I almost felt like I was floating. I half expected Maggie to remove the bench and leave me suspended, but that was not her plan. With her slave secured like this my rear end was most vulnerable and once Mistress had tied my genitals up in a tight rope harness she wasted no time in taking advantage of her slave’s situation.

The first thing to disappear into my vulnerable asshole was my trusty red butt plug, always a good start for stretching me a little in readiness for bigger things to come. After that my treats progressed at a good pace for the next 15 - 20 minutes. The butt plug had done its job and my arsehole started to get hotter as Maggie plunged her electric dildo where the sun don’t shine, combined with an adhesive electrode just above my cock, it sent a wonderful sensation right through my genital area as it slid in and out of my bum.

A beating followed, using her leather riding crop Mistress beat out a rhythm in time to the room’s background music on the soles of my feet. This is the first time that Mistress has employed this 'treat' and I wanted to say it bloody hurt, but fortunately the ball gag prevented that from coming out so I laid back and accepted my fate. Maggie isn't a complete sadist and I got a rest in my sole beating after around twelve bars... and another twelve bars…! Thanks for that Mistress.

And then the grand finale of Act 1. In my position I was naturally only able to look up to Mistress and as she manoeuvred her legs either side of my head I was treated to the most glorious sight of Maggie's lacy underwear and I thought about heaven as she gently lowered that holiest of holies across my ball filled mouth and gradually shuffled about till her knickers covered both mouth and nose and I couldn't breath. Imagine that joy of being smothered and completely breathless by the most beautiful Mistresses thighs and bottom. This trip to heaven lasted about 30 seconds before raising herself up to let some air in. Mistress managed to rest her whole weight on my face, but she didn’t feel heavy by any means. Ah, heaven. I think Maggie was beginning to enjoy this sensation from her breathless slave and repeated it 2 more times, each time keeping me smothered for around a minute. As you would expect this treat brought Act 1 to a natural conclusion.

Off the bench and conscious not to injure Mistress, I retrieved the heavy leather body harness as instructed from its hanger and helped as much as I could by taking its weight while climbing into it; holding straps, wiggling my body to settle it etc, until I could not provide any further help as Maggie pinioned my arms to my side with the appropriate straps on the harness. A small but quite bulbous electro butt plug was inserted and tested for connectivity and a harness strap was then brought between my legs to keep it secure. For the first time in a while I received a continuous tingle up my arse, but guessed it would be far more than a tingle before the day was out.

The red rubber hood that had accompanied me during Act 1 had served its purpose and was removed, as was the ball gag. Maggie fitted a nasal cannula on me and secured it where she wanted with two short lengths of surgical tape, and a much more restrictive red rebreather hood with just two holes for air was zipped on over the top. The scariest bit was when Maggie completed my head gear with the leather head cage, she was particular about not completely cutting off my air supply which would have been counter productive, but I was left with only a red haze, no vision through the breathing holes and having to really concentrate on slow breathing. Slow in, slow out... Fortunately, by now I am sufficiently well trained to be able to cope with this breathing predicament.

Mistress manoeuvred me backwards into the Cell where a whole myriad of chains were attached to the bars. One for the head cage which really kept me erect, one through each elbow and finally a pair around my ankles to limit my movement. I was told to move back and as I did so, the chains grew tighter and I became less of a slave and more and more a stationary, chained rubber object. I went as far as I could physically manage, but as the Cell door swung shut and locked, it forced me further into my chained bondage.

And there I stayed and I know it was for a considerable time. I could hear Mistress occasionally moving but I hoped she was able to sit and rest whilst she admired her red blob in the corner. Once again I felt really great and mentally relaxed knowing that I was totally owned by my Mistress and every action controlled by her. It is a great sensation to know that Mistress has been able to do whatever she wished and I hardly ever complain.

Unable to see, I could hear and sense when Maggie was about to pump the cannula bulb, in fact she whispered occasionally ‘Deep breath slave' and I received a very welcome dose of aromas. In the red twilight zone that I was floating in the aromas became a real focal point of my existence... until of course, when I detected Maggie attaching something round my exposed cock. Yep, another electric circuit dedicated to stimulating my front bits, she tied a long rope around my balls too, which allowed her to not only stimulate her slave but also stretch my nuts as she relaxed well out of harms way. 

I now had three kinds of external stimuli to help remind me that I was still alive, and boy I really felt alive when the balls were pulled, the electric pulsed or aromas were released up the cannula to do their wonderful magic.

If that wasn't enough, Mistress decided that her prisoner would benefit from more treats and opened up both nipple zips on the catsuit. I am unsure what little blighters were used for Maggie's entertainment and my torment on my nipples, but they didn't half make me jump when Maggie screwed them down tight on both sides. To add more 'treats', she developed a habit of removing the clamps and just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, would immediately replace them, twist them and tighten them some more. There was very little flinch room so I just had to endure the assault on my delicate little buds. It wasn't too bad as Maggie still allowed me the luxury of another occasional puff of my aromas, and I still had my electric friends busily pulsing away up my bum and round my cock. 

Maggie held me 'prisoner' for a long time although I had no concept of time and was surprised when I was released. I say prisoner, however that isn't quite correct, because I will willingly do anything for my Mistress. This was definitely a session with two distinct Acts. It was original, as it is always, and I really wish to thank my owner, Mistress Maggie, for allowing me to attend despite her recent problems with shoulder and hand and I am ready to continue doing WHATEVER she wishes.

You Raise Me Up

Today, Mistress Maggie had to work very hard to achieve her planned activities and I really do appreciate all that effort that Maggie puts in while entertaining her slave. The day was ushered in with the obligatory calling mail, where I only got the merest hint as to what Mistress wished to do with her subject.

‘Your rubber Mistress will be working magic with her uncompromising ideas and hopes you can rise to the occasion.’

A single sentence that didn’t give much away, but sufficient to start me on my upwards path to get me ‘in the zone’. I arrived on time, and as always my senses were instantly being overwhelmed by the vision of Maggie as she greeting me in yet another latex ensemble that I have never seen before. Mistress is a stunning lady and her sensuality was certainly enhanced by the hotpants and corseted waistline she had chosen, in contrast her legs were adorned in striking tiger print tights and boots laced upto her knees. When I see Maggie I always start getting deep into my sub-space, ready and willing to do whatever…

The first task after following Mistress upstairs to The Playroom, admittedly as close as I dare to that wonderful bottom, was to disappear to the Bathroom returning in just my slave collar, black latex socks and black latex gloves, which incidentally are brand new, zipped and chlorinated from a well-known supplier. I have learnt that Maggie does appreciate having her bottom cheeks gently stroked by soft, chlorinated gloves and I hoped that later I might be allowed to give a few gentle strokes to those glorious globes.

Anyway, to the business in hand, I lay supine on the floor in front of the most wonderful woman and set about worshipping her black lace-ups. It appears that using the riding crop across any bits in range has now become somewhat of a ritual, and I am not sure how I would feel if Mistress didn’t grant me a few clouts with the crop. On this occasion I needn’t have worried, because Mistress had already decided that after she had put her crop down my backside was going to receive considerably more than a few strokes with a plethora of instruments.

On my knees in front of Mistress I was told to turn round with head on floor. That naturally thrust my backside high and tight into the Playroom air. It was time for me to be reminded what a good whipping was really like and not the playful strokes of her crop. When asked about preferences I naturally opted for the ‘softer’ flagellation implements and picking up a suede whip Maggie got my whipping lesson in motion.

That was only the start, as Maggie progressed through a series of suede whips before moving onto more substantial leather ones with far more impact. The strokes I received continued to land harder and harder until my ass was stinging. Maggie worked her way through belts, tawses and a dressage whip, I could actually hear its swish, swish as Mistress prepared and aimed the next blow; these things I had never encountered before. The final couple of whipping strokes did make me jump as Maggie changed to her single tailed whip. Now, that one can really deploy a most painful sting, and I was rather pleased when Maggie declared that was enough.

Relieved of further pain I was left with a stinging arse and a smile, because I had barely whimpered while Maggie was obviously getting pleasure from reminding me that a good whipping can be a good release for both Mistress and slave.

Whilst I was in that very convenient position, Mistress lubed my arse with a well-greased finger and a vibrating butt plug then inserted. That kept me buzzing for quite a while, but more about that later.

I was quickly dressed in my Invincible suit, then seated on a chair. Mistress set about giving my head a thorough cling filming followed by a silver duct tape layer. The cling film was so accurately and tightly moulded round my mouth that even when I tried to breath out nothing escaped round the cling film, the effect was like having the most secure and sound deadening gag that I have ever experienced. A cling film gag, now that is a novelty.  

The next phase required really hard work from my Mistress, her intention was to seal me in the leather body bag, strap me to The Plank and raise me up using the overhead gantry. We assembled The Plank, but then I made a tactical mistake by suggesting that I be fitted into the bodybag whilst standing then ease myself down onto The Plank. I’d made the simplest of miscalculations, thinking I could bend my knees to lower myself onto The Plank. No can do! The leather body bag is also leather lined making it tough and virtually rigid, so we decided the appropriate method would be to lie the sack on the plank and for me to gently ease myself in. That worked a treat and goes to show that I still have a lot of learning to do to help my Mistress.

Word of advice for any wannabe plankers, don't bounce down on the plank and certainly not in the middle. It is a very strong plank but even that might have its limits, so be gentle.

Once incarcerated in all that heavy leather, Mistress completed the final touches of zipping and lacing me in. With all the extra exertion caused by my poor choice of bagging, I too was showing signs of exertion. Remember, my head was still cling filmed and taped, all the extra air flow had to be via my nose and I was snorting as I drew in the extra air. Mistress asked if I was struggling, but when I tried to say I was OK I couldn’t get any air past the gag and as a consequence couldn’t convey anything to Maggie. Like the caring person she is, she interpreted my funny noises through the gag as distress. Off came the head covering greeted by a 'That feels better' from me.

In the period that I was wearing my head covering it was fantastic, as a bonus, by the way my head had been taped I could still see through my clingfilm covered eyes. Head wrapping is a big kink of mine and today’s wrap was an all too brief and wonderful experience. My only comment is that I may have benefitted from a little more slack around my neck. Still, no complaints.

While Mistress was still in my sights I rather cheekily commented that it was unlikely that I would get the opportunity to stroke her wonderful bottom now, what with my hands hidden deep inside my body bag’s internal sleeves. To my delight and utter amazement, Maggie straddled my face so I could stroke it with my mouth instead. Her glorious bum in black latex hot pants descended onto my face, and that kept me busy for a while. Another example of how kind and caring Mistress can be towards her slaves. I certainly didn’t delay in kissing that thin black latex line between her bum cheeks. Hmmm …

Still on the subject of face coverings, I was then fitted into a rather nice gas mask and the sack’s leather hood was pulled up around it. Tan straps were used to secure me to the Plank and chains strategically placed to facilitate my suspension on the Gantry. 

I don’t know what it is with my arse and vibrating butt plugs, but there always seems to be a hic-cough whereby batteries run out, the remote doesn’t work, or like today it turns off accidentally. I often wear my Invincible suit with its many zips, and there may be one of the problems. The zip and on-off switch are in close proximity, and I think that every time I move, the zip comes in contact with the vibrator’s switch and it’s only a matter of time before the contact results in the off button being pressed. The plugs would be all well and good if I was lying there naked with my legs in the air, but my sessions are not like that. Typically they include quite a bit of movement and heavier multilayer bondage, meaning a device can be disturbed but cannot be seen or accessed easily, less wiggling in delight from me might help too! Mistress went on to successfully excavate the errant butt plug and insert an electro egg up the vacated orifice. Strong sensations from her Sensavox electronic device were soon being felt in the dark depths of my back passage.

Before Mistress started the mammoth task of raising me, she extricated my cock through both my suit and body bag and I was suitably prepped for the big lift. In a similar vein to a sea shanty, Mistress belted out a few strains from ‘You Raise Me Up’ as she undertook the task of hoisting me up on the suspended chains. I started to mumble along with it too as I am familiar with the tune but not the words, so I looked up the lyrics when I got home and I thought the chorus is how I feel towards my wonderful owner.

    You raise me up so I can stand on mountains

    You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

    I am strong when I am on your shoulders

    You raise me up to more than I can be

Anyway, that mumbling was soon stopped when Mistress attached a big bubble bottle and aromas hose to my gas mask, and as I bubbled away quite merrily I’m sure I detected the wonderful scent of Eau de Maggie in the water. Mistress was a little concerned that I might need a neck pillow, but the hood of the bag provided an ideal support and I lay there very comfortable, gently swinging and just happy to be doing whatever Maggie wanted to do to her slave.

I felt a sound being inserted down into my cock, then something else in the same hole and … it turns out I easily accommodated 4 sounds down my urethra that Maggie proceeded to pleasure her slave with as she slowly glided them in and out. What is unusual and only evident from the post session analysis, was the lack of stimulation from the sprig of nettles that Maggie was teasing me with. I usually get a really nice tingle from the many and varied methods Mistress uses for nettling, and I felt disappointed that I missed the tingling stinging results from this seasons’ bunch. Still, the nettle season is far from over, so if I’m lucky…

Two more electrodes were attached; one to the sounds and the second to the base of my cock, once activated electric pulses were rolling all about my nether regions while Mistress helped me to become a better all-round slave by gradually extending my thresholds once again. 

Mistress Maggie told me that she had achieved what she had hoped with the body bag and plank suspension, and that she would have loved to keep her subject in the bag for a lot, lot longer, but the suspension took a little longer and all good things must end. 

I would like once more to thank Mistress Maggie for all the effort that she invested into today’s session and I am a really fortunate slave to be owned by such a wonderful, kind and caring, if occasionally a little sadistic Mistress. 

Caution: This 02:09min leather suspension clip has audio

Truly Humbled

I knew today’s theme would have a somewhat red feel because the calling mail asked me to bring my red catsuit, gloves and socks, but that was the only hint of what was about to happen. Mistress often gives a hint of what awaits me but not on this occasion. I was a little disappointed with the missing hint but it certainly did not prevent me from arriving outside The Chambers in an upbeat mood, ready and willing to perform whatever Mistress Maggie wished of her slave.

After a short wait I was greeted by my Mistress in her red catsuit. Ah, matching slave and owner! That gave a pleasant ‘in tune’ feeling for the rest of today. Not only a stunning red catsuit, Maggie also had matching red boots complemented with the stark black of her leather harness and highlighted with a stunning silver waspie that twinkled in the light that flooded in from the street.

I followed Mistress upstairs mesmerised by the way her body rippled in the tight latex and particularly the undulating cheeks that were so close to my devouring eyes. Once again I was tempted to nuzzle my nose between the red latex cheeks but as always I didn’t have the confidence that now was the right time, so I settled for ogling the sight as we safely ascended the stairs to The Playroom. 

We talked a little about trivia that had happened since our last meeting, until I was dispatched to The Bathroom with instructions to return in my red socks and gloves. Returning, dressed as instructed, I was set to work on cleaning Mistresses red boots, all the way up above the knees and all the way down to the heels, all the time accompanied by a tattoo from Maggie’s red handled suede whip. I was pleased that Maggie felt sufficiently relaxed to administer hard strokes across any part of me that came within range, with zero regard for how delicate the part.

As a self-preservation measure, I took to lying face down in order to clean the lower parts of those beautiful booted legs. Of course, Mistress knew exactly what I was doing and giggled that delightfully tinkly laugh that says she knows what I’m up to. However, in order to work my tongue up the boots towards her latex covered private parts, I needed to return to a more exposed position. I know that I mustn’t worship above the tops of the boots, crafty I know, but so far I have not been admonished for gently massaging that sacred area with the top of my head. After a fair whip thwacking and a few more caresses it was time to move on to the next part of the session and fitting me into my red latex catsuit.

As I went to gather up my catsuit I noticed the Humbler sitting quietly on top of the Toilet Box. That stirred my memory and started to bring into focus what might be happening later in the session, and all of a sudden I recalled an email I sent to Mistress about two months ago where I suggested -

' … the scenario that comes to mind includes:

Humbler, armbinder, one of your hoods/gas masks/helmets that leave me totally in the dark, aromas and of course your slave.

This might be impractical or not achievable but I imagined me being led around by the only Mistress I ever want… '

If you suggest something you have fantasised about Mistress is likely to put it into action if it’s possible. It won’t be immediate, she will mull it over before making it happen at a time she feels ready and the memory has faded in your mind.

Back to donning my catsuit where I managed to make quite a cock up. We agreed that next time I need to be more careful with the alignment of the seams of the suit in the leg area. I got into a real pickle by thinking the ankle zips should be on the inside leg, whereas they should be down the outside!  The legs were obviously twisted and the problem wasn’t noticed until I was fully dressed in it and zipped up, and I didn’t look very neat. I really must remember that for next time.

Maggie fitted me with a comfortable red hood to further enhance the redness and finally topped it off with a GP5 gas mask complete with aromas pump hose. A new bottle of Aromas was opened and a small amount poured into the glass jar and I was ready. But for what? This question was further enhanced when Mistress Maggie appeared wearing her own GP5 gas mask and also attached a hose.

Dancing had been put on the menu and Maggie changed the ambience by darkening the room and adding disco lights, Madonna tunes were soon to be heard through the Playroom speakers. What a combination; the erotic sounds of Madonna surpassed by the highly sensual and erotic dancing of my Mistress. The movement of her lithe body had me right under her spell, dancing really allows you to fully appreciate the subtleness, the texture, sounds and movement of latex; it was a real latex fetishists’ delight. We danced closer and I could feel the warmth from her superb body as she snuggled up with her dance moves, and as she closed in grabbed the ball… of the aromas pump of course and wafted me more wonderful puffs. 

We continued with these highly erotic movements for a while with Mistress getting good use of her whip on my willing body. It would be accurate to say that the highly charged dancing created an electric ambiance in the room and I was really pleased that Maggie seemed to be really enjoying her dancing with her slave. Just for the records, my dancing was the opposite end of the scale scale of the highly charged movements of Maggie as I move like a constipated cart horse, but I did enjoy it.

And now to my fantasy that I outlined above. First of all my arms were secured in a leather wrist binder, which once attached to my slave collar with a short belt, held my hands in a praying position. Mistress had wanted to use a short chain and on reflection that would have produced a more secure, less forgiving and unbreakable attachment between wrists and neck. I was ordered onto the bed, on my back for the act of attaching the Humbler. We have used this method on my previous humbling occasions by firstly securely attaching The Humbler across my stomach then, by opening my legs as wide as possible so the humbler can be passed through to the rear, and that’s it. The humbler is in the correct position which forces the wearer to constantly bend forward.

Mistress looking a little annoyed!

To help retain the Humbler, Mistress threaded two black ropes through the loops at the end of the humbler’s arms before feeding them through the cruck of my elbows and tightened the whole arrangement so I really was bent double. Once tightened, there is absolutely no way the wearer can stand and at most I was able to just see Mistresses beautiful features if I raised my eyes as far as I could. It appeared that my walking would be reduced to a shuffle too, as Maggie began fitting a short metal spreader bar between my ankles. The GP5 had been removed by now, only to be replaced with an inflatable gas mask which Mistress went on to gently blow up.

The final piece of my incarceration was in the Clinic and Maggie led me there to seek it out. There wasn’t much chance for me to look around as in no time at all I was made sightless, because the item she’d sought was a pair of eye covers that fitted perfectly over my gasmask’s lenses. And that was that. Legs shackled, arms totally immobile attached to my neck and totally blind. It is a superb feeling to be so dependent on one wonderful person who had it in her power to once again do what she wanted with her willing slave. 

Mistress had several jobs that she needed to do around the upper floor and I was led by my lead in whichever direction she needed to go. We headed towards the bathroom and I got a good telling off for having not left the light on and door closed. Inside the bathroom, another telling off for leaving the seat up then a hobble back to the Playroom. It is really difficult walking with shackled ankles, and although I tried really hard I did allow my clattering spreader bar to catch against door frames and skirting boards, only to be told off once more.

Those of you who have followed my blog know slovenliness and carelessness generally attract painful consequences and today was no different. Bear in mind I had been completely blind for quite a while and had been led round and round the Playroom and other parts of the upper floor, I really had no idea as to my orientation and was perplexed when Mistress bent me further forward and snapped my neck into the stocks. Now, I associate the Stocks with the large wooden ones normally hung from the hoist, yet the ones I was secured in had no give and no sway, and little did I know that my bum was at the ideal angle.

Mistress indicated I was about to receive a crop stroke for each misdemeanour and to reinforce the punishment I was to repeat the words after each stroke.

I (thwack), must (thwack), not (thwack), leave (thwack), the (thwack), toilet (thwack thwack), seat (thwack), up (thwack).

This metre was repeated for the other issues;

I must not close the bathroom (thwack thwack) door,

I must not leave the landing (thwack thwack) light on,

I must not damage (thwack thwack) the skirting (thwack thwack) boards,

I must not damage (thwack thwack) the door frames.

At the end, I tentatively asked Mistress why I received double thwacks for bathroom, toilet, damage and skirting. Simple. ‘One smack per syllable’ she replied, and picking up her crop went on to demonstrate again! I wasn’t complaining as I deserved whatever I got.

Mistress did not spare the rod and knew that my thick rubber suit would deaden some of the force of the strokes, but that was no excuse for me shamefully managing to snap the strap that had tethered my wrists to my collar. I think she just needed to punish her slave and get rid of any frustrations, because the broken strap meant the ropes gradually worked loose making the Humbler give up its grip on my balls. She had promised to tighten the spikes on my balls and use the stretching mechanism to further extend my balls, but this would have required a full system reset and Maggie was ready for the next and final phase. It turned out once the eye covers were removed that the stocks used were the ones incorporated in the back of her throne, hence the rigidity of their neck embrace. 

The final phase was suspension and electro stimulus. I am becoming quite adept at climbing into the heavy suspension harness and was pleased when I received a ‘Well done slave’, as the only task Mistress needed to do was tighten the waist and crotch straps. A word of advice to anyone fortunate enough to be offered this suspension, is to take a couple of moments to adjust the two crotch straps to make sure balls are well out of the way, because all your weight rests on these straps and a misplaced bollock would have excruciating consequences.

Once the straps were tight, I was able to save Mistress the task of attaching the top of the suspension frame to the ceiling ring and received another ‘Well done slave.’ These compliments really set me up because I have pleased my Mistress and in a small way do compensate for the problems I had caused. Once attached to the overhead, I follow Maggie’s advice and test that everything sits comfortably by bending knees and allowing the harness to take my considerable weight. Once satisfied, Mistress arranges my legs in leather stirrups, attaching them to the overhead frame, I can then sit back in the harness and it’s a relatively easy task for Mistress to raise the frame and end up with a swinging slave.

Word to the wise: The suspension is heavy equipment. As Mistresses slave you have a responsibility to protect her from damage and keep a keen eye on the overhead and warn Mistress if she is about to bang her head.

Although I had asked for the inflatable hood to be removed following my punishment, it was now reinstated and I was to enjoy the finale with aromas too. Maggie set about setting up an electrifying finish and by the time she’d finished, I guess I had sufficient circuitry to run a switch panel, computer or even the lights in the house. 

The first two circuits included the electro loops around my cock/balls teamed with the large bulldog clips that Maggie recently announced on her X feed. The third circuit involved an electro sound paired with a stick-on pad near my bum hole. this sent quite a sensation right through my groin area and Mistress made sure I was given an extensive sounding. That’s three independent circuits, each pulsing at slightly different speeds that led to one very happy and very stimulated slave. Maggie was obviously keen on clamps today, more had been fastened onto my nipples in the form of bright orange ones with teeth. After the embarrassment last session, I was determined not to ejaculate and this time I managed to stay orgasm free. 

I don’t know if this disappointed Mistress, but her final action certainly killed off any orgasmic thoughts when she turned her attention to my nipples and removed one of my clamps. Maggie is well aware of the stimulation a slave gets when a clamp is removed and I am sure I did not disappoint when I hollered AAARGGH!!! My response must have made her feel hungry because she took a huge and very painful bite from my left nipple. I am sure there were some cannibalistic thoughts in her mind and any more pressure and I could definitely see myself being de-nippled. Of course I have two nipples and had to endure her painful treatment twice!

Once again, I have nothing but admiration for the exciting journey Mistress Maggie took me along today and can only hope that she continues to allow me to continue my training. 

Thank you Mistress.

Warning: This 1min rubber dancing clip has audio.