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.

Internet Ideas

In the intervening period between my wonderful sessions with Mistress Maggie, I frequently seek solace by aimlessly browsing the ‘interesting’ areas of the internet, and if I come across a video that floats my boat I will imagine if it could be useful to my Mistress. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, my training sessions are all about pleasing Maggie and as such I never prescribe any actions for her to take. However, I have had good telling's off because of this lack of input, so occasionally I will send a scenario or even a link to a video I have viewed over to her.

Because Mistress does take care of all her slaves interests, she may or may not try to incorporate all or part of my offerings, but not normally for a few weeks. This means it is not fresh in my memory and when the suggestion materialises, the surprise is genuine. On this occasion, with it being a long break over the Christmas period (Happy New Year by the way), I had spotted two videos that piqued my interest.

The first scene was a woman who indicated she liked appearing in public wearing an almost invisible gag. I searched for appropriate clear medical tape, located a source and ordered several rolls of differing sizes to experiment with. When they arrived, I wasted no time testing and deploying the gag and although it took several attempts because activating the tape was tricky, I finally mastered the actions and dropped Mistress a note outlining what I had found.

This internet idea turned out to be a major disaster. I was instructed to bring the tape to this session and once I’d put on some latex and presented myself at her feet, Mistress also had a go at trying out the invisible gag. I had lost sight of the number of attempts I’d had at home before I was able to satisfactorily deploy an effective gag with the tape; probably a dozen, and I was not wearing latex gloves as Mistress was. It wasn’t going well and I could tell there was increasing frustration in Mistresses voice after each attempt at peeling the back and front of the tape covering. Mistress as always persisted and after several attempts managed to deploy the gag. ‘So that’s what you like is it slave?’, she asked, ‘and how do you intend to worship my footwear now?’. 

My inability to answer resulted in several heavy slaps to my face, so heavy that I am certain I saw little stars dancing around. Mistress was clearly not impressed with the tape and I hastily removed it and got down to what I had been trained to do; a good boot licking accompanied by cracks of her riding crop on my ass.

Now the second suggestion, although only a couple of days ago, was partly incorporated into the session by Maggie. I will enlighten you a little later, but first it was time to climb into my latex uniform of thick working suit and hood. I was then instructed to kneel on the latex bed where a piece of cold steel was pushed up my ass in the form of an anal hook. That sensual little plop as the bulbous head finds its way through my sphincter always generates a very pleasant shudder as it sinks home. Using a good tug Mistress tightly latched the hook onto a leather harness that hung down my back. Pulled tight meant I was held upright otherwise its neck strap would start to choke me. 

Continuing her predilection with leather restraints, Maggie produced more trustworthy items from her collection; a pair of armbinders. These were part of my revealed fantasy and Maggie was now attaching them to my arms. Hands were pushed deep into each mitt and the lace pulled tight until both arms were quite rigid. I had suggested a single armbinder in my fantasy, but Mistress knows that it could soon become too problematic for a slave of my years, whereas individual armbinders are just as effective, can easily be adjusted and are more versatile. My arms were pulled behind me and three straps drew them closer and closer together. 

I got such a boost when Mistress complimented me on how far she could pull my arms together, as quite a few slaves have difficulty with this exercise. Imagine compliments from your owner, I felt like I was walking on air! That didn’t last long, and I was soon brought down to earth with the fixing of a relatively short but very heavy leg spreader, my mouth was then filled with a bulging rubber bulb gag and a lead snapped onto my collar. Yes, this was another part of the fantasy. I was going to be taken for a walk round the Chambers. 

It is incredibly difficult to get through doorways with the spreader on, if I were to attempt the ‘normal’ waddle walk I would batter chunks out of doors and skirting boards, so believing I'd had enough face slaps for one day I developed a crablike gait to get through doors sideways. Thankfully I managed without any damage and we ended up in the bathroom where Maggie needed a pee. She deposited a good few centimetres into a jug right in front of my eyes. If that wasn’t sufficiently frustrating, Maggie removed the gag and bending a little instructed me to lick and clean her bottom. I strained to get my tongue onto her sphincter and managed a few wonderful moments before Maggie moved off, carrying her jug of pee and dragging her slave behind. A brief sojourn into the second room to allow Mistress to cover herself in her plastic suit again and change her belt, then a final crab walk back to the playroom. 

Mistress obviously knows how to pleasure this slave and had me bow to my Majesty. Of course I did, and the strain on the anal hook got stronger and stronger the deeper I was instructed to bow, and of course I loved it because it was amusing Maggie.

Mistress then pointed out I would be going into a bodybag, but before I was granted that privilege I was sat on the wooden chair and received the luxury of having my cock pumped and then stuffed with sounds. With a grin, Mistress said that I needed to be stiff if I was to be sealed in the corpse bag which was already laid out on the bed. It certainly worked, I always appreciate a good pumping and my cock was treated to Maggie’s glass sounds today.

Obviously the spreader had to be removed before I could climb into the corpse bag, and the straps to the armbinders were also disconnected, but I opted to keep my latex hood on as it was comfortable and cosy. Mistress began fitting me into an inflatable gasmask hood, in a strange way I was glad she did not pump it up, because it gives incredibly pleasing sensations; you breathe in and out and the outer hood ripples in sympathy with the breathing. To avoid any fiddling about once inside the body bag, Mistress attached a short length of rope to loosely tie my wrists behind my back.

The corpse bag consists of an inner and outer layer, the inner layer being more like a transparent pouch. Climbing into it was easy as I have been well trained and once Maggie was happy with my positioning she attached electrodes, creating a couple of electric circuits round my cock and balls. Because there was no access for leads the power box had to be enclosed in the bag with me and a mass of pulsating sensations were soon to be felt caressing my nether regions. A hose attached to my gas mask would be my only link with the outside world. As I lay there I realised the wrists ropes were incredibly effective at stopping me from fiddling with my stiff cock. My incarceration time had arrived. The plastic inner cover was eased round my head and I could just make out Maggie's wonderful body encased in her plastic and rubber, then the outer covering was zipped across and I was in complete darkness. 

I was once again able to enjoy quiet solitude, to focus on how incredibly fortunate I am to be a slave to my stunning Mistress. Every now and then I could just hear the hiss of the aromas pump as another dose was administered, but other than that noise I could hear very little. I imagined my Goddess moving silently round her bodybag, occasionally gently touching the bag to ensure I hadn’t become a real stiff and ruin all the good training. All the while the pulsing electrodes were continuously massaging my cock and balls.

This went on for what seemed a long while and I wondered what it would be like to stay in this state for ever until I noticed a subtle change to my breathing. I first detected a bubbling and realised that Maggie had now got me breathing through a bubble bottle. A few seconds later I could detect a different mild scent and realised that I was now breathing air through Mistresses pee. What a sensation. All my air was being fed through Maggie's waste material and I loved it. I could taste Maggie, and as I wasn’t able to drink the nectar it was fantastic to breathe and taste that scent. Then I detected a mingling of aromas with the pee scent and spent a good ten minutes deeply immersed by this magical mixture. I learnt later that Mistress had added a few drops of aromas to the bubble bottle. 

I lay there breathing in and experiencing Maggie’s gentle touch and wishing the electrics could be turned up a little. That wasn’t gong to happen because as I said, the unit had been sealed inside the body bag.

Apart from the face slapping earlier which I clearly deserved through my stupidity, I had the most wonderful experiences from Mistress Maggie and the solitude I experienced inside the dead bag further cemented my feeling of devotion, dedication and love for my Mistress.

Thank you Maggie.

Warning: This 2:03min corpse bag bondage clip has audio

Cropped Cock

Another exciting day in the life of a truly devoted rubber slave. I had a rough idea what might be my delight for todays training session and I knew today was likely to be in the Playroom as Mistress Maggie does tend to alternate between her two venues. There were a couple of outstanding suggestions I had made for Playroom content; accepting gallons and gallons of Mistresses golden nectar, or perhaps a vertical suspension.  

The session started in traditional fashion with me giving Maggie’s boots a real going over, although a slight deviation from 'normal' occurred as Mistress dispatched me to the far corner of The Playroom where the cane and crops were neatly stored, and I was instructed to select one and return for boot worship. 

No misgiving here as I chose a slender crop with a small hand attached at the business end. Maggie has used this previously to warm my cheeks, and once again she would be wielding it if she felt I was slacking, or just for personal pleasure. Nothing too severe and I was looking forward to Maggie’s crop, which like myself was made in Yorkshire.

BIG mistake! Because as I was instructed to stand up from my worship a heavy blow landed on the top of my cock. That hurt and certainly brought me to attention. Not satisfied with the angle for cropping I was told to stand sideways so my cock stood proudly at right angles to Mistress.

Oh dear, that gave her a far better swing and several severe crop strokes landed along the length of my shaft. Now, those strokes were very ‘ouchy’ and it took all my nerve and resolution to stand erect ready for the next crop to fall. Still, it was Maggie’s choice and by all accounts she appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

We temporarily adjourned to The Clinic to see if we could insert the new and bigger black butt plug. First a good dose of aromas to help relax the muscles followed by a good dollop of Crisco cream to facilitate easier entry. As you would expect my red ribbed plug went in very easily with the last familiar plop and shiver as the last couple of centimetres slipped home. I have to admit to appreciating the feel of this plug even though its receptacle is starting to get a little loose, and we have been friends for such a long time. However, despite all the Crisco, aromas and the perfect position for entry, the new plug refused to go all the way in. I’m under instruction to practice a lot at home to see if I can stretch appropriately.

Returning to The Playroom, my new red Libidex catsuit was warming on the bed, I was of course already wearing my latex socks and gloves and it was a relatively easy matter to insert me into the suit and safely and snugly do up the zips and… once again I was beautifully encased, neck to toe in latex. Mistress explained that it was my choice of being attached to the ceiling in bondage that would be on the menu today, and the luxury of Mistresses nectar would have to wait until a future session.

I was to be inserted into the leather body bag and hung like a bag of spuds from the ceiling ring. Not actually hung but standing, tethered to the ring.  This activity is difficult for both hanger and hangee. Maggie had to make sure I was well fitted into the body bag whilst I had to balance on my constricted feet without the use of arms for balance. 

Problem solved as you would expect from my inventive Mistress. Continuing the leather theme, on went the leather hood and it’s attached chain passed through the ceiling ring. That allowed me to lean forward, tighten the supporting chain thus providing the stability needed to remain standing. Not content with the single head chain, Maggie attached an additional strap round my upper body which had chains that could be attached to the overhead suspension frame. These proved far easier to tighten than the head chain to ceiling link and gave us confidence that I was well supported and able to manage the bondage for a fair time.

Perhaps, if there is a next time we can devise a way to tighten the head chain to help me stay a little more upright. As an aside, the inside of the leather helmet feels, well, leathery. Not soft and smooth like a latex hood and if I ask Maggie to allow me to wear latex underneath it next time, I am sure she would oblige. I like leather, but I do prefer latex. 

I was starting to feel like I needed something shoved up my arse as the empty space was feeling… empty! Mistress of course had already had ideas on how to satisfy my empty feeling, and to further help me remain upright she stuck a metal hook up my arse; yes the bondage bag does have holes in ALL the right places, and attached the hook to the overhead gantry.

 

Whilst skewered like a stuck pig, Mistress insisted on tormenting her plaything by standing so I got an eyeful as she exposed those beautiful breasts. That is the most cruel and frustrating thing Mistress does to her slave. A definite look but no touching; how cruel yet how kind to at least let me view those magnificent bosoms.

By now, Mistress had adjusted the Playroom mirror and I could watch as she placed the tube gag in my mouth and then stood back so I could take in the whole situation. It does feel liberating that not only is Maggie happy to place me in these exquisite situations and dressings of her choice, but so, so exciting that I know Mistress is confident that her rubber slave is really happy in any situation. I also think Maggie liked the picture of me hung in her leather bondage bag and dribbling through the gag as I detected that enigmatic smile as she stood back to admire her leather creation. I must admit, it was a real turn on looking at an indistinguishable person inside the heavy leather and knowing it was me inside.

This period of mirror magic could not last as Mistress had more ideas for her slave’s entertainment as she carefully chose her most reliable nipple clamps, and teasing open the suitably placed zips on my catsuit, attached them with a smile, to my nipples. Maggie was well aware that my buds have been unattended for far too long, and the shock and surprise as the little b****rds bit in securely made me sag in my bonds. Thank goodness for the securing chains as I dealt with managing the pain and was able to breathe through the discomfort.

The time had come to replace the leather hood with a latex one, with an anaesthetic mask and breathing hose mounted on top. I knew my bonus of a few whiffs of aromas was imminent, but Mistress, as always has a knack for keeping you guessing as to the delivery method.

I was fitted with the serving tray; ah happy memories of wearing it when serving Mistresses friends many moons ago. The open bottle was placed on the tray and without ado Maggie placed the end of the hose over the open aromas bottle. This time, no waiting for the delightful hiss of the pump but raw, continuous pleasure instantly delivered from the bottle.

Mistress was careful to ensure I wasn't too overwhelmed before moving to take advantage of my relaxed and intoxicating effect from the aromas. More strategically placed zips soon had my cock and balls presenting themselves for further attention from my owner. Red rope tied them tightly before Mistress pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began oiling the whole area to facilitate a most wonderful hand massage alternating with the use of her vibrating Hitachi wand, while occasionally benefitting from more relaxing blasts of aromas, my time in heavy leather bondage reached a most fulfilling climax.

I am completely under the spell of my Mistress and as I promised her some time in the past:-

I will willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question.

Tingling Left I Am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plenty in the reservoir

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannula pump in use.

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

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

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

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

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

Happy New Year

What a start not only to the new year but to a new decade. Luck had it that I was the fortunate person to have the first session of the new decade with Mistress Maggie. It had been my little fantasy to be the first slave to present myself, though I am aware that to Mistress my appointment will only be the first of many slaves to arrive at the Preston Chambers, but in my own secret special way I think that my Mistress has a good thought for her first customer in 2020.

With the new year came a fresh start to the session and I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks, gloves and for the first time ever, my black latex tee-shirt. I was not overly concerned about being naked from waist down as my Mistress has full access to all areas, but pleasurable or painful it seemed likely that my naked bits would be receiving some attention. Actually I did not have much chance to ponder on the possibilities before a rubber hood was zipped on me and I was viewing Maggie through small eyeholes.

Other things never change, and once more, Mistress beautifully attired in her stunning latex required her slave to worship her boots.

Though I did not have too much aroma today the medicine did start early, and to my surprise my first scent of aromas was delivered from between Maggie’s breasts. 2020 was going to be a good year I could tell! A couple of long sniffs on the brown bottle and as I bent down to put my tongue to work on her boot leather Maggie cheekily slipped my butt plug up my ass. It can be hard to concentrate on cleaning boots while on the aroma and with the vision of a Mistress towering over you waving a crop. Playing safe I settled for synchronising my tongue movements with my swirling intoxicated brain cells!

As always Mistress was aware of the limitations of my knees and thoughtfully asked me to don the Playroom kneepads, then some rather strange but simple steel shackles were tightened onto my wrists. These are particularly uncomfortable after a while because the threaded bar that tightens them pokes up by a good 10cm, which means you cannot rest your head on your arms whilst your bum sticks skyward. Still, it’s all in a slaves day so I mustn't grumble.

It was quite sunny outside, but any sun out there was totally eclipsed by the sun that Mistress created from my arsehole. Using a particularly vibrant and particularly sticky tape my anal stretching was taken way beyond what I had previously experienced. Maggie managed to work the ends of the tape actually inside my little bud then systematically went round each ray, stretching and tightening so my anus was being stretched in all directions, but the opening was virtually sealed by the embedded tape. This was quite fortunate because Maggie wanted to slip a stainless steel electric butt plug inside for a little more 'fun’. The taped opening worked well as the silver bullet eased its way inside and of course just stuck there.

And what level should the steel electrode operate on? Maggie decided it would be interesting to stick to the laws of physics, and just like the sun have masses of heat radiating from my core, the electrics were gradually increased to the maximum level 99 and I am proud to say I accepted the full blast. I was much less sure when she threatened to repeat the same levels down a sound in my cock!

With the heat gone and the plug removed, what followed was a dish full of soapy water pumped into the Bardex up my backside. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but something wasn't quite right in the damned area, maybe because the doctor had given me new tablets to take?

Maggie was explaining that she intended to fit me into the leather suspension bag with my belly full of enema and asked if I was up for it. Oh boy yes, but with my training comes the added responsibility to help Mistress no matter what the consequences. I was already feeling desperate for the toilet and I really didn't want to disappoint her by letting go inside the leather lined body bag and so I advised Mistress of my reservations. I always am honest with Maggie and I thought nothing of it as I was sent to the bathroom to expel the soapy onslaught.

When cleaned and back in the Playroom, Maggie had me lay face down on the bed. That really was a nice experience until Mistress whispered that she had a surprise for me. ‘As you’re useless with a Bardex slave I am going to fill your arse with something else’. The swish of the cane rang through my ears and I received four or five quick raps across my arse. Mistress wasn’t pleased and wanted to teach me not to spoil her fun. ‘Yes slave, I’ll fill your arse with pain instead!’ The strokes must have been delivered with some venom as two stripes were still faintly visible after a week!

It was relatively quick to get me into the leather sleepsack. In no time I was lying snug and comfortable as Maggie tightened the laces and straps to secure me in place. This exercise is highly recommended as it is so relaxing and had it not been for the other activities planned by my Mistress I am sure I could have drifted off to sleep.

Had I done so I would have been gently awakened by the rocking of the overhead gantry as first one end then the other was slowly hoisted from the ground. I have mentioned it before but it never ceases to amaze me how a slim, beautiful lady can hoist a lump of a slave. I know excellent design work went into the overhead and pulleys are used to enable Maggie to move the chunkiest of slaves.

I would have further been returned to reality by Mistress opening the crotch zip and extracting my little cock, (remind me not to play with myself on the morning of a session!) which needed more than a little encouragement to make it a suitable size to have the electro sound inserted deeply in it. Once paired with a matching electrode my cock was standing up straight ready for more e-stim.

Thank goodness Maggie didn't make good her threat of maxing the unit to level 99, instead I received a very pleasant electro-vibrating sensation, and thank goodness Mistress decided not to apply the full face covering, not that darkness frightens me, but I do love being able to watch as the most beautiful woman imaginable moves about attending to her very compliant and willing slave. Even with the e-stim throbbing away I love gazing at my Mistress, or is that partly due to the effects of the e-stim? Whichever, when a blindfold comes out I feel a little blind and disconnected.

However, on this occasion Mistress treated me to the perfect blindfold and one where I could remain connected to my owner. Mistress had been carrying round the aroma jar in her bra and every now and then would remove the lid and treat me to another sniff. This time when she opened the bottle, she soaked a pad and pushed it into her latex bra, right at the base of her cleavage.

Then as I swung Maggie approached and ever so slowly placed my nose in the valley and moved even closer so her breasts formed the perfect seal. I could breathe in the aroma; I couldn't see a thing yet I knew I was as close to my Mistress as she would allow. Comforted by the warmth of her perfect breasts I thought I had ascended into heaven. As I inhaled the scent of the aroma its effect magnified my feelings and I tried harder to snuggle deeper into those magnificent mounds.

I really did feel at one with the world, at one with my Mistress and happy that finally Maggie had provided me with a blindfold that I really loved.

To conclude what can only be described as a fantastic start to a decade, Mistress once again took charge of the suspension ropes and little by little I was lowered to the ground. Not all the way, just enough to allow her to stand astride her slave and feed me with a drink of fresh nectar. A gentle trickle that I had to catch every drop of, but it was far far better saluting and celebrating the New Year with Maggie’s nectar than the glass of whisky I’d had on New Years eve. It shows how much under Mistress Maggie's influence I have ascended. My favourite tipple is no longer Glenmorangie or Bushmills because I can't get enough of Maggie's pee.

I would like to give Mistress Maggie the biggest thank you for all my wonderful experiences since 2011 and my wish for the next decade is that I am still needed as Maggie's slave and hopefully friend.

Happy New Year!

A Rubbery Day

‘Looking forward to a rubbery day.’ - That is all the information Mistress Maggie provided for today's session. On the one hand it seemed pretty straight forward, as Mistress knows my liking for latex, but on the other hand the possibilities were endless so I gave up trying to work out any form of rubber scenario. Oh well, I will do what I always do and trust my Mistress and go with the flow, it’s always worked well for me and I have never been disappointed in all my previous 165 sessions.

The rubbery theme got off to an absolutely spectacular start. Maggie greeted me at the Chambers door in her stunning black catsuit that fits her so perfectly, adorned with a new silver chained belt. I am always gobsmacked by the stunning beauty of my Mistress, and this spectacular yet simple ensemble ranks as one of the most stunning.

In the Playroom the rubber theme continued, starting with the lovely rubber smell. The latex covered bed had been prominently positioned in the centre of the room, while nearby, a thick rubber sleepsack was hanging idly on its hanger waiting to greet its next incumbent, me I hoped.

One stud at a time!

Mistress asked if I had my black shorts in my rubber kit bag and seemed disappointed when I said they weren’t there. I had noticed an open seam in them, so had left them at home waiting for a repair. Luckily the disappointment was short lived, because after a good rummage around in the bag I uncovered another pair, virtually identical but in charcoal rather than black. That 'foresight' was a sign of my excellent training, as worshipping Mistress requires that you are ready for anything. On this occasion I was!

Without further ado I was sent to the bathroom, quickly returning wearing my slave collar, latex socks, gloves and newly found shorts, and diving into a prostrate position at her feet I set about worshipping Maggie's shiny studded boots. As was her desire, Mistress had rationalised the worship regime and I was to concentrate my worshipping skills on the brass studs down each boot. Moving my tongue in square shapes I busily licked, kissed and cleaned each one until every stud had received equal attention.

Today Mistress left my normal butt plug on the counter, choosing an inflatable one from her own collection instead. She carefully covering it with a condom and shoved it where the sun don’t shine. There was no way of guessing where my owner was taking me, but the next move was to lie on the bed where Mistress shackled my hands to the bed-head. This could have been a wonderful development but it turned out to be quite painful. Mistress is still intent on continuing my nipple training in order to make them more playful, and after a few questions about what I had done to improve them since my last session she bent over to see how they were progressing. Her focus turned on the ‘misbehaving’ left one, which she gripped between her finger and thumb and began twisting, stretching and generally making life a little uncomfortable for it.

A beautifully cruel image of my Mistress lifting my left nipple

It was only when I started begging for mercy that she moved onto my right nipple, to demonstrate the softer delights a ‘behaving’ nipple can receive. Stretch, pinch and nasty twist etc on the left, then gentle caresses and teasing to the right one; oh the pain and pleasure Mistress can concurrently administer. Strangely, after all her pulling, which almost had me lifted by my left nipple, planting a serrated toothed clamp on my bud was almost a relief, and for a fleeting moment I actually started to enjoy that different sensation. But what a relief when Maggie announced that she had finished my nipple training for now, though not without getting that final unexpected twist in before moving on to her next interesting slave game.

It has been a while since Maggie’s stainless steel Humbler has been deployed on me, but I was sure I just received another glimpse of it as a shiny silver thing moved across my line of sight. My fears were confirmed when I heard the distinctive rattling noises of Mistress dismantling it, followed by the touch of cold steel as all of its various parts were reassembled like a Meccano kit around my cock and balls. One thing I can say for the super Humbler is that it was more relaxing having my nuts fixed in its vice like grip than having a left nipple so brutally abused.

Once the Humbler was secured, then comes the delicate bit of assuming the best position for wearing it. Oh yes! - on your knees, device at the back and do not try to stand up, that's why its called a humbler! To achieve a more uplifting and tighter fit against my thighs Mistress added a rope reign  to keep the stainless steel arms snugly in place. Thoughtful as ever towards her slaves suffering knees, Maggie casually tossed over the knee pads and suggested I might need to put them on, so it was quite an interesting predicament putting those on myself.

Just as well I did. I was instructed to kneel on all fours and with a lead attached I was taken for a very quick walk first round the Playroom, along the corridor to the bathroom, then another quick walk back to the Playroom. There the ball stretcher was adjusted until my balls were stretched far enough to make contact with the waiting spikes. The pump tube dangled through the zip of my shorts and every now and then, Maggie would give it a squeeze or two to help fill that space left vacant by my own missing plug.

I probably shouldn't say this but it is a nice experience being walked, and with the fast dashing exercises over and my balls fully stretched the walk returned to a normal pace. Maggie would stop occasionally, reign me in and have me kneel to attention with my masked face close to her thighs, so close I could feel her warmth through the two layers of latex. Definitely much better than being lifted off the bed by my left nipple!

I may be an old dog but I'm a puppy at heart when with my Mistress. Maybe I am also odd, but I genuinely enjoy being Maggie’s pet dog, even when I am walked with my balls stretched to spiking point I like being her pet. However, we are not here for slaves’ gratification and we were soon moving towards the more 'rubbery' elements of Maggie's plans. Firstly and very carefully, I had to manoeuvre into the ideal position to facilitate the removal of the humbler, then it was a simple matter of Maggie unlocking it, de-spiking my balls and using the allen key to remove the rest of the ironmongery.

I was feeling quite warm by now and after a drying down Maggie had to use quite a bit of talc to help squeeze me into my catsuit, making sure the tube from the butt plug was safely through the crotch zip. The slumbering sleep sack was finally woken ready to consume yet another very willing victim. Its jaws gaped large as Maggie guided her slave inside, legs right down to the feet, arms right into the attached mitts, zip opened at crotch for the butt plug tube, and finally the long slow pulling of the zipper enclosed her slave in a second rubber layer.

When the system mask came out it seemed that Mistress was going to keep her promise of giving me a second go at the rather heavy bondage and breathplay scene that we had to abandon a while ago, because I had a bad bout of catarrh. ‘Are you sure you are well enough to handle this mask today slave?’. A question that I could quickly and very enthusiastically confirm.

Care and attention from a very careful owner.

The bondage continued, though this time I was not given the heavy body harness, instead I had a stout  leather corset wrapped round me and Maggie was pulling really hard on all the straps to make it as tight as possible before my arms were strapped to it. My legs were bound with an ankle strap making me behave like a skittle, I could have just toppled onto the bed I suppose, but Maggie chose to help me hobble there and once safely seated the two parts of the system mask could be assembled on me.

Mistress was making absolutely certain that there would not be a repeat of last time, allowing me plenty of time to get used to breathing through its hoses. Everything was going well, except for my vision which was misting up at a rate of knots. It’s a frequent problem, gas masks are always misting up and obscuring the view of my beautiful Mistress, but this time Mistress said, ‘I’ve got something for that! Stay there, I’ll be back’. Two minutes and a couple of squirts on the inside of the lenses later, and hey presto, my vision was brilliantly restored. It whiffs a bit but the smell soon goes.

Once on the bed Mistress was getting handy with the straps again, binding up my legs with more of her leather. No choice but to lie back and like it, no way I was going anywhere. Actually I really love that feeling of total dependence and control by my Mistress, more so when I can feel the size of my butt plug increasing, just like it was now! That was my life for the next 45 minutes or so as Mistress introduced additional challenges to my already wonderful situation.

A very happy and relaxed slave.

I was left for a few moments to acclimatise to my new view of the world and to wearing the system mask before Maggie introduced aromas, gently squeezing on her hand pump and sending the intoxicating vapours into my breathing circuit. More acclimatisation to the aromas and I was quietly floating away when I sensed Maggie was readying the bubble bottle. Right next to my ear I could hear the delicate tinkle of Mistresses juice falling on plastic, the aromas were working as I could almost feel the fresh warmth of her nectar as it poured into the bubble bottle and I was made to inhale it. Only a couple of adjustments and it was travelling through the pipes and I was happily bubbling away, and yes, I could taste my Mistress as my air bubbled through her pee . . .

It is such a wonderful experience when Mistress comes fleetingly into view through the lenses, but probably the most sensual part of this confinement was the gentlest of caresses on my rubber encased body. Mistress didn't need to do this, after all I wasn't going anywhere, yet the very act of a gentle touch or a smile really sets my mind at rest, knowing I am in the safe hands of a caring Mistress and that I would do anything for this wonderful lady. . . and I could swear my butt plug just got a bit bigger!

I was pleased Maggie took the time to for me to get comfortable in the system mask and I think Maggie was too. It was the longest period I have enjoyed in this situation but all beautiful things come to a natural conclusion. The butt plug must have been enormous by the time we finished, yet it remained comfortable deep inside. I have just experienced another wonderful session with my Mistress and loved every minute of it. Even the nipping, once you survive, which I always do, leaves me with a wonderfully sensitive nipple and a reminder of my wonderfully sensitive Mistress Maggie.

A History Lesson

Sometimes I wonder why Mistress Maggie puts up with such a simple soul. I was excited about a new pair of latex trousers I had recently bought for myself, and when I rang to confirm the appointment I was pleasantly surprised. Mistress told me to wear the trousers to arrive at the Chambers saying that she was looking forward to the fashion show where I would have chance to display my new garments to her. It didn’t sound too tricky, I know I am not an ideal fashion model but surely I could manage that. Hastily I packed my normal clothes and donned the trousers and a latex shirt ready for the enjoyable drive to see my owner.

The look and feel of the trousers certainly put a smile on my face as I sauntered between my car and the Chambers, but nowhere near as big a smile that erupted as Mistress opened the door, greeting me with a simply breathtaking sight. In her highest heels Mistress was standing tall, her beautifully shiny tights seeming to make her legs endless, but my broadest smile was elicited by the black latex teddy and waist nipper she was wearing accentuated by her radiant smile. She appeared pleased to see her humble and faithful servant and I was welcomed in.

Off with my coat Mistress moved her hands over my latex shirt and we had a mini fashion parade right there in her hallway, that broadened her smile even more. Then we wasted no time ascending to The Playroom where there was much more space. Mistress took a seat ready for the show and I was instructed to parade my new trousers and explain the many features and benefits of my new garments.

All I could muster was an inane comment about ‘how nice they feel’; nothing about their fit or style, nothing about the considerable number of pockets that were perfectly formed; nothing about the easy cleaning or functional zip incorporated in the garment, but just. 'They are nice to wear'. I am not surprised that Mistress was unamused by the show and probably verging on yawning. Sometimes I wonder about my suitability as a slave to my owner and frequently feel sorry for Mistress and relieved that my service hasn't been terminated.

Worship of Maggie's shoes went smoothly, partly due to their glossy patent surface. My tongue glided easily over them and it doesn't take long to cover the surface of both shoes. Meanwhile I listened in as Mistress verbally dished out hints and clues as to what was on today's agenda. Her instruction to ‘Pay good attention to my heels now slave’, interrupted her dialogue and had me quickly alter my position to tackle the task. Insertion into my rubber catsuit was swiftly achieved and I was soon having my hands bound with rope.

With my hands secured up to the ceiling ring there was no way out and anything could happen, maybe Mistress was intent on continuing my nipple training? But no, it was the unmistakeable noise of rustling plastic that gave her plan away and I quickly prepared for some challenging breathing. ‘This is a more reliable way of entertaining me slave’, she said as the plastic bag was pulled over my head, and indeed her beaming smile did reappear as my vision became misted. A second bag was put over the top and after some twisting at the neckline a securing clip was applied. Mistress moved around me although I could vaguely see her and all I could do was lessen my breaths until I could last no more, breathing so deeply that the plastic filled my mouth and I pleaded for air. Maggie waits until I am genuinely pleading before giving me what I most need, it is an intense experience and I am massively relieved when the air returns.

Perhaps today was the day Mistress gets rid of her slave? All it would take would be to leave the bags in place for a little longer. Maggie to smile that wonderful smile as my air runs slowly out and . . . fortunately not today.

After a few more very pleasant and breathless double bagging moments Maggie relented and retrieved the low padded bench, indicating for me to kneel lengthwise ready for some bum fun. ‘Slave, you need to be stretched for the new and interesting thrills I have waiting for you’, and before I knew it four large anal beads accompanied by lots of lube were disappearing eagerly into their cave – plup – plup – plup – plup –

While I wagged my tail and got used to the size of stuffing in my rear, Maggie put one of her larger strap-ons on and offered it to me for inspection, then disappearing behind me she began toying with my beads, pulling them out and pushing them home again until eventually they all plopped out and were put to one side.

Unfortunately, inserting the larger strap-on dildo didn't go quite so well. I had taken this strap-on before and although it initially slid home Mistress could tell by the noises I was making that it was uncomfortable and slid it right out again. Usually widening my legs allows easy access, but the narrow bench restricted my movement. The real problem was predominately down to my knees and how my considerable weight was resting on their wonkiest parts.

After a little chat Maggie decided that the treatments she had intended for my ass were best enjoyed on another day. Once again I had disappointed my Mistress and forced her to abandon that part of my training plan. Oh I do wish for better knees and to be able to satisfy my Mistress every time she wishes to gain rear entry, but despite a good dose of aromas, I let her down again.

An inarticulate response to the earlier question, plus a poor response to what should have been a very pleasant mount had me feeling an altogether rather pathetic slave, and I would have understood if that double plastic bagging had gone on and on . . .

Normally Maggie's lesson plans are innovative and unique. They may include reinforcing elements from earlier sessions but generally they are all refreshingly new. However, Mistress was keen to make part of the training a history lesson today. Not 1066 and all that but modern history, something her slave could directly relate to from a formative period of my life. To that end Maggie reminisced on a much earlier session that we had done together way back in November 2011, how I had been restrained to her chair with no chance of escape, my balls tethered to a broom handle below it. How I had been reduced to breathing through tubes and plunged into darkness beneath the sensual rubber sheet with my genitalia subjected to unstoppable electric sensations. Her idea was to set about replicating that little part of our history and I could vividly remember the scene she was speaking of.

I've been here before!

It could not be an exact replica as I had not even purchased my rubber catsuit at that time, but near enough. Mistress has redecorated the room during those intervening seven years, a gas mask and hose was used instead of nostril tubes giving me greater visibility, the poppers delivery is new, but all in all this was about the feeling of history. What is the same is my continued devotion to my perfect Mistress, in fact, that has changed and deepened in those seven years. My only aim now is to bring pleasure to Maggie and enjoy all my training.

Even the electrics have changed a little over time. Maggie is happier to ramp up the levels now that I am trained to to her personal liking, but the mechanism remains as I remember it. Mistress Maggie's throne hasn't changed. The hole in the centre is ideally placed for attaching tied up balls to the long broom handle as they were once again today. The bondage mitts drawing me forward against the tight leather restraints that kept me secured, probably more so than I was those seven years ago.

What didn't happen seven years ago was the method Mistress used to mock and manipulate my cock. Today she joked about it being mouselike by hiding in the hole. Actually that hole in the throne is quite large, but I must admit that all the downward pressure on my tightly roped balls does have the tendency to make my cock disappear. No amount of coaxing could tease the mouse out.

Maggie was doing a lot of rummaging inside the hole trying to find my mouselike cock, and when she did she caught it, immediately tagging it with a pair of handy electrodes and setting the stimulation levels sufficiently to have her slave jerking around.

Deja Vu!

A final inspection of her slave was completed before the lights went out. Checking out my breathing hose Mistress chose to extend it so it would not snag on my suit and cause sudden air loss. Mistress doesn't countenance accidental suffocation and her attention to safety hasn't changed in all the years I have known her, and once the second hose was attached she had absolute control over her slaves’ breathing.

And then it went black.

When I saw this image I recognised the familiar territory. It is amazing how the rubber sheet totally eliminated all light, as black as the depths of a coal mine, though a much more sensual place to be. As my time under the sheet went by my environment became warmer and filled up with the arousing rubber scent with only the sound of my breaths to keep my company. I knew my Mistress was in close proximity, I could neither see nor hear her but I could sense her presence.

Which is just as well because eventually I could feel my left hand starting with pins and needles then starting to go numb. Mistress always insists that her subjects report any discomfort, assesses the problem and where appropriate, as in this case, leaps in to sort it out. Oh I do wish that I had mentioned that wrist binding was a fraction tight when applied, but at the time I was just wanting to please.

I could have stayed in the dark forever had it not been for that useless wrist and once again I started wondering how Mistress tolerates such a decrepit specimen. And that is where the history lesson ended and that is how the perception of history can be changed through a small yet important change in the details.

I truly had no idea what Maggie’s intentions had been for her golden fluids, but following the abandonment of earlier plans when my wonky knees had curtailed my anal escapades, Mistress was left with an uncomfortably full bladder. Disappearing momentarily into the Clinic she returned with a steel bowl which conveniently fitted into the aperture on the seat of the bondage chair. There, right in front of me her crotch zip was opened, then looking me straight in my eyes her majesty sat down and released her long lasting stream of nectar into the bowl. The gentle tinkle as it caressed the stainless steel was magical and so was the flavour. The bowl and its fresh, warm contents were placed at Maggie's feet and with the merest of nod I knew exactly what was expected. I knelt forward to lap it up.

Maggie had been using me as a foot rest while I had been finishing up my drink and not a drop was wasted. Oh my, the taste of fresh Mistress is divine! Actually at last I think that may have pleased Mistress Maggie, because I was ordered to roll over like a good dog and out came the Hitachi wand complete with a nobbly cock sleeve. Mistress played with her dog with great gusto, imposing her will for one final time in this most rewarding of history lessons by forcing an orgasm from her slave.

A happy yet messy conclusion for this little mouse? dog? slave!