Unfinished Business

Due to frailties and failings on my part in recent sessions, Mistress Maggie was unable to complete some of her planned activities. Only two weeks ago much needed advanced nipple play was halted due to a pain in the butt-plug, six months prior to that a prolonged bondage chair confinement was curtailed due to a pain in the neck, as a result my ass escaped a meeting with Maggie’s electric dildo. Mistress said she does not like me falling behind with my slave education and was determined to take measures to get my training back on track. We would be revisiting those abandoned scenarios today and taking the lessons again.

Anyway, before the unfinished business commenced, I had already blotted my copy-book by not having thoroughly cleaned my slave collar. Mistress made sure the collar was fastened on one notch tighter than usual to torment me for my laziness, then over the punishment stool, face down with Mistress astride my back for a good beating with the Playroom hairbrush. Who would think that an innocent item like a hairbrush could cause such carnage to a slaves resolve. The answer to that of course, is the way the brush was wielded by an expert in slave beatings. However, it was made a lot easier to bear, because in the mirror I could see the reflection of Mistress in her gold latex catsuit and feel her warmth on my bare back. An undeserved pleasure mixed with such thorough punishment, plus a promise that my collar will be so polished next time.

After warming my cheeks, preparatory widening of my asshole was to be addressed. I was instructed to retrieve the low bench and ready myself in the kneeling position with head touching the bench. The strap-on was sheathed just in front of my eyes so I knew exactly what was coming and Mistress took her place behind me, my reddened ass cheeks were separated and she mounted her slave from the rear. Nothing violent or brutal or painful. Maggie eased the tip of her rubber cock gently into my hole and within seconds of gentle inching in and out, I was thrusting backwards onto her well oiled shaft. After that my butt-plug slipped in almost inconspicuously and nestled there nicely; little chance of me complaining of pains in my butt plug today!

Earlier in the week Mistress had asked me how I was going on with my larger guiche jewellery. I had to explain the little matter of how my guiche had come out because one of my balls dropped off in the shower. No, not one of my bollocks, I mean the small silver ball that keeps my piercing in place! The piercing had not yet stretched to accommodate the thicker bar when the ball came unscrewed, and I rather stupidly removed the bar rather than re-fixing the errant ball. Try as I might I still had not managed to get the fiddly thing back in. Three days had gone by since it came out and Maggie insisted it needed putting back very soon. ‘Bring your piercing to session slave and I will reinstall it, failing that, I will have to cart you back to the piercing salon’.

Mistress will never admit defeat to a technical challenge, although it was evident that returning my guiche to its correct location was one of the more trickier challenges she had undertaken recently. However, to every problem there is always more than one solution and my Mistress, after a bout of head scratching and expletives, disappeared from the clinic to return with a much smaller bar, worked that through quite easily and the bigger bar followed without a hitch. The exercise had taken far longer than Maggie had expected but I knew from her voice that this bit of unfinished business had now been completed to her satisfaction and I felt really pleased to have my guiche back in. Note to self: keep your balls screwed tightly on!

Returning to the Playroom I donned my black latex catsuit, Mistress then set about another bit of unfinished business and the nipple clamps came out, to complete rather a sadistic part of Maggie’s curriculum that remained unlearned due to my frailties.

First the suction cups were planted on my chest to get my nipples standing proud, and once the nipples were big enough, Maggie could get a good grip on my buds. Talc was used to dry off the areola and get an even better grip and those square screw clamps were brutally attached. I became the subject of lots of security tests as Maggie yanked on the nipple clamps’ chain to check whether they were tight enough. Lots more grunts and even the odd sharp intake of breath from me as those screws kept turning, Mistress forever proving that one good turn deserves another!

Time to stand up and let those nasty clamps dangle, along with some playful 'encouragement' in the form of the Playroom vibrator. I was ordered with my back against the Cell bars where Maggie pressed on my chest to hold me there, whilst using the vibrator on my cock and balls. Her actions left me with a raging, frustrating erection and with that disarming little giggle Maggie fitted a latex apron round my waist to cover my rampant cock. In contrast, the heavyweight latex half mask that I had buckled on me was a whole lot more strict, with its long snug neck and small nostril holes it did a wonderful job of restricting my breathing.

Mistress sat on her throne and tucked into her packed lunch. The substandard polishing of my slave collar was raised again and Mistress said there was no time like the present to improve my polishing skills. ‘You can do some cleaning up while I’m having a rest slave, there’s a duster and polish on the cabinet for you.’ A lengthy period of slave cleaning was to be completed, I was supposed to work my way round the Playroom using the Mister Sheen and cloth, clean and polish all the equipment and clean the picture rail where everything was neatly hung. And there’s nothing as practical as killing two birds with one stone; Mistress receives help with her cleaning and I am rudely reminded of the high standards expected when attending to my slave collar.

My cleaning job was not as easy as it may sound. Firstly the traditional hooks used over the rail are little bastards to get back once disturbed and it was very easy to disturb them whilst removing the heavy items. Secondly, with my weight, standing on the bed, I sink and bounce and also sweat a lot with the exertions.

If you have ever tried to fix a clip wearing nipple clamps, tight mask and latex gloves whilst bouncing on a rubber bed, it is very easy to drop the hooks and of course the only place they choose to fall is down the side of the bed. I retrieve them, pulling the bed away from the wall, fumbling down the side of the bed, trying to live with the excruciating pain as I catch the nipple chain which makes me sweat even more, push the bed back and start again. The sweat becomes a distraction in itself as the salty water trickles down inside the half mask into your eyes and blurs vision even more. . . another hook chooses to fall. . . and so it goes on. Who would believe that a simple cleaning task could send a slave into such a state of rubber submission.

Mistress sighed saying that what had taken me half an hour normally takes her two minutes. My response? 'I can never be as good as my Mistress'. Hmmm. I suspect this may end up as more unfinished business.

The last bits of unfinished business were about to be addressed, as Mistress carefully manoeuvred the high backed bondage chair under the overhead gantry and one of her heavy leather waist corsets was strapped around my waist. She pulled and pulled on the straps until it could be tightened no further which gave me that wonderful feeling of being very secure. From their various locations on those miserable little picture frame clamps, Mistress collected the leather restraints suitable for strapping and buckling me to the bondage chair. Why is it that not one of the clamps came off when Maggie unloaded them? Wrist straps and diagonal chest straps, which occasionally disturbed my re-tightened nipple clamps, a wrap round each arm, straps round each ankle and I was securely fixed. My nipples, cock and balls all on display and easily accessible to their owner.

A final touch to my restriction was the addition of the Lithuanian gas mask. With a little practice you can actually play a little tune through the outlet valve as it produces it rich low pitched rumble on breathing out. Mistress appeared nonplussed with some of the tunes I was trying to trumpet, although I know Mistress occasionally appreciates a bit of music while working and has often been known to burst into song herself.

Mistress had constructed a back brace for the chair, made specifically to address the problem of neck ache whilst reclining. It is beautifully made, attached by rope to the back of the chair and absolutely perfect for preventing your head lolling backwards. The playroom was filled with the sound of rattling metal as Mistress collected the chains she would use to hold the chair and Maggie attached two stout chains and gently reclined me and the chair backwards, past 45 degrees. I got a feeling of deja-vu; a previous session had been halted at this point because of my aching neck. This time, I relaxed with my head against the new back rest and immediately knew I wouldn't have neck problems, in fact more chance of suffering too much comfort. I have oft said I have the perfect, most versatile and caring owner a slave could ever wish for.

And the finale of all Mistresses hard work was completion of the electric dildo play. One of the hidden gems of the Bondage Chair is the hole in the seat, ideally located for Mistress to access a slaves back passage and this is exactly what Maggie had in store for me. She could reach underneath to remove the butt plug and replace it with something a little more shocking. Through the misting eyepieces of the Lithuanian mask I could see a long silver object being readied for deployment, in fact Maggie made a point of showing me the invader. ‘This is the big shocking toy you missed last time slave’, and I felt something big being squeezed onto my cock then, moments later felt something even bigger being eased up my backside. I was already well stretched for this and the electrode slid in very easily.

As the electro circuits were brought online I approached that state where I knew I would embarrass myself, but I was determined to hold on because Mistress makes the decision on when or if I am allowed any orgasms. Mistress put her gas mask on and joined in with the breathing games, finally taking me over the edge as she slowly eased the giant electrode dildo in and out, then gradually increasing the frequency I could hear her words through our gas masks. ‘OK slave, all unfinished business completed, you can cum now’ and I did. No embarrassment this time, Mistress Maggie had allowed me the release that she had been building throughout our unfinished business, and I had very successfully received all the delights that I had denied myself in previous sessions.

Another perfect day in the life of a very happy and contented slave.

Bucking Bronco

‘Your rubber clad Mistress will be teaching you many ways of using leather’, is what I had been advised in my pre-session mail.

The moment Mistress Maggie opened the Chambers’ front door, the first part of her calling notice was wonderfully evident and had me enchanted once again. Mistress had decided on the remarkable catsuit and corset combination that both accentuated her stunning figure yet rendered her completely untouchable. However, the tactile nature of the wonderful material was made available for the shortest of moments as Mistress paused at the top of the stairs to allow her slave to move my hands across her latex covered rear. I have fought this urge every time I have followed that stunning sculptured derrière and now Mistress was treating her slave to another unexpected delight.

I was happy as we entered the Chambers. I was happy when Mistress told me go to the bathroom, to strip naked and return wearing only my slave collar. I have no inhibitions in front of my owner and complied immediately. I was happy when Mistress selected an appropriate rubber hood for her slave, then took a length of red rope and bound my wrists securely in front; was happy when Mistress gagged me and instructed me to lean against the wall, legs apart, forehead on my tied arms. I was happy when Mistress softly whipped my buttocks, using one of her many floggers to begin teaching me the many ways she uses her leather.

The whipping lasted for some considerable time, Mistress changing her whip to give her slave a taste of their many different leathery sounds and sensations, the strokes getting steadily harder. But for the moment that rhythmic swish crack was gently warming my arse cheeks and an occasional flick of its tails perfectly aimed between my legs to lightly strike my testicles.

Altogether, I was learning that Maggie had quite a few leather whips that I had never encountered and could wield each one in a way that equalled its weight. My back and rump were receiving their share of her delivery in equal measure. I felt happy when Mistress put her arms around her slave and moved her rubber glove across the marks she was making. I was even moderately happy when Mistress upped the anti and had me take a severe leather whip to increase my leather experience, Mistress continued to take short blasts with the heavy flogger until I became strained with the exertion, holding my stance to please my Mistress was becoming difficult and my legs were trembling.

Then I got really concerned as, alongside my trembling leg, I saw the business end of a red leather bull whip as it snaked across the floor. Mistress had spotted that I was starting to sag but offered no respite, instead she suggested I stand facing her, back against the wall until I couldn’t retreat any further. A few light range finders with the whip and then excruciating pain as she found exactly the right swing, range and angles to land the whip first on one nipple then the other, I must have taken around a dozen of these. Be advised, that bullwhip really does sting, but even if I had somewhere to hide I was determined to take the whip because Mistress wanted me to. This slave can now humbly say that I am no virgin when it comes to taking a proper prolonged flogging.

Maggie declared that now I’d had my fun and she had invested considerable effort for her slave, she needed to be pampered with pleasurable attentions. We adjourned to the Clinic and there was no more leather for a while. I was to receive the privilege once again of giving my Mistress a pedicure. I love being allowed to perform this service and I know Mistress appreciates the feeling of softness after my ministrations. Maggie reclined and relaxed on the couch and the only leather content was me gently removing her leather footwear. I must say I was mesmerised by Mistress relaxing there, the tight latex still covering her body barely inches from my face. As I said, so beautiful yet so perfectly protected, not that Mistress needs protection from her slave. I am a red blooded male but first and foremost I am my Mistresses trained rubber slave; I may gaze lovingly but DON'T touch unless instructed otherwise. So I set about filing first one foot then the other, asking occasionally if Mistress was satisfied with the progress.

Mistress sounded like she purred when she said she enjoyed my efforts, each smoothed foot then needed to be kissed and licked just to be sure, and finally gently soothed with foot lotion, but - ‘not between the toes slave’. This slave also discovered a magical spot on one of her feet which when touched sent Maggie off into involuntary fits of laughter. Mistresses leather ankle boots were carefully replaced and our sojourn in the Clinic had come to an end. Reminder to ask Mistress for new emery boards if she allows me future pedicure privileges.

We have been considering that I should receive a guiche piercing and it was my turn to jump up on the couch where Mistress took a few measurements, drew a line where she wished the jewellery to sit and took a photo to show the exact location when we attend for the piercing. Perhaps, next time you may be treated to a viewing?

Back in the Playroom, Maggie helped me into my heavy black rubber suit. A new pair of zipped gloves had arrived for me and I had chance to try them on with my suit this time; a good plan and they fitted perfectly and zipped up easily. One tight fitting layer was not enough for Maggie and I was about to receive a second lesson in the use of leather. She brought down the very heavy leather bondage suit from its resting place on the cell door and feet first I was squeezed inside it. Once my arms were secure inside the internal arm sheaths there was little I could do to help incarcerate myself, relying on my Mistress to pull it over my shoulders and zip me in. My feet were left unrestrained, ‘so you can shuffle around when instructed slave’.

Even without the laces fully cinched in and tightened, it is heavy, hot and restrictive inside the double layers of the leather sleep-sack, and made all the more tighter by liberal use of stout leather straps, these were hoisted tight producing a very satisfactory, safe and immovable status for this slave to find myself in. I was briefly tethered in a standing position in a way I could gently sway like a skittle without toppling.

My hood was exchanged for an unusual looking gas mask and I was given instruction. I was to shuffle forward to the repositioned horse where Maggie guided me into a bending position along it. The horse rocked and creaked as it took my considerable weight along its back. My situation became clearer as Mistress said she wanted to explore features and benefits of the leather bondage sack that had not been previously explored. It seemed that something unusual and exciting was afoot as Mistress placed her hand over the gasmask filter and I received the first of many strong inhalations of aromas.

Strange I thought, as Mistress normally uses her medicine for anal relaxation in preparation for mounting her slave, but trussed up inside this secure leather seemed an odd way to access my backside. Maggie clarified exactly what she was going to do next. ‘Right slave, now I have you where I want you I wish to find out whether this rear zip serves any useful function, today I will be fucking your ass while you remain incarcerated in the bag’.

The leather bondage bag has unseen treasures and one of them is the rear zip that Maggie mentioned. It was slowly forced up exposing my severely confined arse to a cooler draft, same with my catsuit. This looked like another fun situation Maggie had engineered for her slave. I, of course had no say in the matter nor could I move inside the tight leather as Mistress thoroughly lubed up my arse, attached her strap on and moved into position. Another sight of Maggie’s hand over my filter and we were off on the ride of our lives. The aromas and lube had worked their magic as the dildo found its mark. I think Mistress was delighted and really started humping my leather covered rear, helped by encouraging slaps across my leather rear.

The horse was going well, it was rocking with the ride and making galloping sounds now. Maggie was definitely more than a little excited by her success with her new found access and her thrusting increased, I moaned and was delighted my Mistress was once more taking me this way and also appearing to be having a wonderful time.

. . . CRACK . . . The extra effort Maggie was putting into my arse was transmitted to the horse and I could literally feel the earth move for me and Maggie. Naturally Mistress stopped. ‘What was that slave?’. I mumbled through the gas mask that I thought it was a front leg or maybe this horse really was a bucking bronco! Maggie dismounted, investigated and agreed we should play safe and ease myself off the horse. At first I moved slowly as I was a little unsteady from both the knee trembling and the aroma, but when there was a further loud creak from the horse I have never moved so fast and stood upright instantly in my leather cocoon.

In went the butt plug and I was instructed to hobble to the cage where I was firmly strapped to the bars for Mistress to reveal a further secret of the leather bag. It’s nipple flaps were ripped away to be replaced with biting clamps, the clamps would not normally hurt too bad, but were being fixed in the same places where Maggie's earlier ministrations with her bullwhip had already bitten. Is there no end to the secrets of this Black Magic suit? My breathing became severely restricted by Mistresses choice of hood, having only a series of narrow tubes to take in air, and this is how I was left. My nipples hurt, but through the mask perforations, I could catch glimpses of my stunning owner as she went about making her playroom neat and tidy, giving her pathetic slave an occasional passing tweak of the pegs and a radiant, lovely smile. 

To conclude the session I was finally released from the leather and told to take a seat on the awaiting bondage chair. I was in desperate need of a drink and on queue, Mistress set up my feeding station. Nothing so simple as a nice tube attached to Mistress, I had to be more ingenious to receive my liquid refreshment.

I was secured, and with the pinwheel adjusted on my posture collar, my chin was pointing skywards. A strange glass dropper arrangement was suspended just over my head, its contents a familiar light amber colour. The idea was, that with a little effort I would be able to catch the droplets of nectar and satisfy my thirst. 'How about a little blindfold to make life more interesting slave?'

I must admit to being a little mischievous, as I’d worked out that by rocking the chair I could get my mouth in the ideal position to catch most of my drink without taking punishment from the nasty chin spike. I could hear the concern in Maggie's voice as she thought I was going to tip the chair over backwards, reminding me that ‘there aren't any supporting chains this time’. No doubt when Mistress reads my blog she may smile at my ingenuity at rocking the chair, but I will ultimately get into trouble for my mischief.

I was soaked by the time I arrived at the ideal position and it was a good job that Mistress had a full bladder, as quite a lot of pee ended up in my hair, down my back, trickling down the inside of my suit, in fact all over me and I loved every minute of every drop. The plastic bag that Mistress fastened me in for the final act, steamed up quickly with both my breath and the warm pee residues, leading to a particularly sultry and lengthy breathplay scene.

At last Mistress investigated the horse and the relief in her voice was audible when she declared that the securing nuts holding the legs had worked loose; hardly surprising after fifteen years of hard use and its most recent pummelling. A few turns of the wing nuts once more had the bucking horse less likely to give her a heart attack. We were able to laugh about the situation afterwards as we both imagined the horse collapsing, ending up in a heap and Maggie still firmly reaming my arse with her strap-on.

One thing remains certain, I will always try to endure everything and anything Mistress Maggie asks of me. After all, that is the promise I made when I vowed to be one of my Mistresses loyal followers. I was allowed a wonderfully relaxing bath after our taxing session and I know I have the most caring and thoughtful Mistress that I could ever wish for. Long may she reign.

PPI

No, nothing to do with Payment Protection Insurance, but a title that came to mind following something Mistress Maggie said to me; she had called me a Pee Powered Individual. But before we flow into that area I was really concerned that Mistress Maggie may be tired of her faithful but ageing slave and may cast me aside into that abyss which is Room 101, never again to worship my Mistress. All I could do to prevent this catastrophe was to promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asked, immediately and without question.

Today, I was to bring all my red rubber fetish clothes. I had even taken the liberty of arriving in my nice pair of red shorts. I’m getting more bold with wearing rubber, it is now quite common for me to wear either my red, black or smoky black shorts under my everyday clothes - apologies, I digress. Divested of my outer garments and naked except for latex gloves and socks I was reminded of my submissive position, I returned to the Playroom where I lay prostrate on the floor and proceeded to clean, tongue polish and generally worship Mistresses slingback patent shoes.

Maggie was guiding my efforts with the tip of her riding crop and I knew any infractions would earn an immediate crack, but her crop did not need to be deployed in anger as Maggie has trained me well, her slave must attend to her shoes until she is satisfied, which can be quite a feat when Maggie is in her figure hugging black latex catsuit which always drives me to distraction.

With the help of a little powder I was slipping into the red catsuit. Once on, I was to stand and bend over the Playroom throne with my legs apart. Mistress opened my crotch zip, donned yet another pair of safety gloves and slipped her finger into my bum. More lubrication and the same again, her finger moving slowly in and out and round about, my excited passage feeling quite relaxed and very willing to take my little anal friend and the butt-plug was soon pushed into place and zipped snugly out of sight.

Mistress seated herself on the black rubber bed, beckoned me over and described how she would like me to worship her latex curves, a privilege that would keep me busy for some length of time, and she said I would clearly benefit from a lesson in managing without air. Out came a large plastic bag, pulled over my face and gathered tightly round my neck until I had had my lesson and was gasping for breaths, pleading with Mistress for air.

Mistress discarded the bag and relaxed on the bed, first on her back then on her front, and I was instructed to lick, kiss and caress every part of her black latex second skin. With my earlier reservations about remaining a useful slave still in the back of my mind I set about doing exactly what Maggie wished. My licks and kisses started at the top, making their way over Maggie’s latex covered breasts and down to her stomach, she used her arms and legs to draw me in as I continued to massage her latex with my tongue. Up and down and back up each of her superbly formed legs as Mistress gracefully positioned them for my best attention.

I think I was making a little progress easing Mistresses tensions, as every now and then Maggie would give an involuntary twitch, or an almost imperceptible sigh could be heard amongst the noisy sounds of rubber rubbing on rubber. Then suddenly Mistress told me to move aside so she could stand up. At times like this I am to freeze, remaining exactly where I am until told otherwise, although I was sorely tempted to turn towards the sounds of my Mistress in her latex, who had made her way through the door and was now returning with an item from the Clinic. ‘Hold this for me slave’, she said handing me the yellow enema bag. Maggie carefully unzipped her crotch zip and used the bag to catch the contents of her full bladder. I watched and listened to the music of the softly tinkling fluid as it was guided into the receptacle, and I could just sense essence of Mistress with a hint of rubber as I smiled inwardly thinking I may get a taste of the bags contents later.

There was a temporary adjournment as Maggie returned to the Clinic taking the bag and its contents with her, then back on the bed and back to the rubbery delight of licking, cleaning and caressing those oh so perfect thighs. Maggie turned over and I was finally able to make intimate contact with those glorious black globes that I so eagerly follow but daren't touch, up the stairs to the Playroom. Boy, was I in heaven for quite a while there. I did get the impression Maggie was enjoying herself; I knew I was, but of course we run to Maggie's time and it was time for a change and a little suspension.

The suspension frame was lowered from the ceiling and the heavy harness attached to the frame with stout chains. Mistress had her strapon pointing right at me, ‘OK, I will be making sure you are well stretched today, get ready to be raised to a good height for some anal abuse’. With a thoughtful touch she allowed me to wear a head harness, I was all strapped in and I was off flying with ankles chained to the other side of the frame. I just lay back and enjoyed being lifted to whatever height Mistress wanted me at. Note for the next time Mistress wants me in red latex; she did remark that it appears that whenever I am flying from her rafters I am always wearing my red catsuit. Perhaps it’s a red rubber flying suit? but I will check the blogs to see if that is the case.

What is the case is that Mistress was in a mood for giving her slave a good dildoing, and boy was it good. Long deep and powerful thrusts interspersed with short bursts of cock stimulation had me knee bending in the chain suspension to allow Mistress to penetrate even more deeply. I am sure I could feel the retaining ring of the dildo against my ass cheeks as it went all the way in. Mistress had me in a most vulnerable position, and over the course of the next hour or so she must have repeated this action about half a dozen times; fucking my ass each time she passed, whilst teasing my cock with occasional strokes and vibrations with a silver vibrator. Maggie gave her slave the best and longest riding that I have experienced and use of the frame and leather harness in this context is definitely one to recommend.

At one point I could feel Mistress inserting something into my cock. It had been a long time since Mistress had treated me to this pleasurable sensation and I wasn't sure if it was an electrode or one of her many sounds. Whatever it was, it was a most pleasant sensation. When Maggie next left the room I couldn’t help but have a little feel and discovered it was a sound, but as I was gently massaging my swollen member it dropped out. I pleaded ignorance when Maggie returned and mumbled, 'It just dropped out’. I suspect if Maggie reads this it might just drop right back in there but held a little more securely!. Fortunately it was tethered and the red rope stopped it from clattering to the floor. Maggie just stuck it back in my cock hole and started fucking me again, as the suspension moved to and fro with her thrusts, the metal sound slid up and down my urethral passage.

Once Maggie was satisfied with her reaming, she set about soothing, cooling and filling my overheating arsehole. I received the second dose of PPI as the contents of the previously filled enema bag were wheeled into the Playroom on a drip stand and promptly fed into a very willing and receptive orifice. My ass must have been wide open as Mistress was pleasantly surprised at the speed the enema was infused. 'It's gone in already’, she said and an inflatable bung was deployed to keep it there. I wasn't surprised at all as in the past I have taken 2 litres from Mistress with little or no discomfort. As good as Mistress Maggie's pee reservoir is, I am sure it doesn't run to two litres. What I didn’t know is that I had more PPI surprises to come and there was more pee in reserve.

After all my hard work (lol) Mistress lowered the frame. I, however was feeling very happy with everything I had received and  somewhat mischievous. As Maggie lowered the frame with her back to me I noisily closed my legs, deliberately making the chains clink and rattle and the metal suspension frame reverberate with the sudden noise. Maggie, startled by all the sudden unexpected grating noises instantly turned to check, as an exceptional Mistress would, that nothing untoward had happened to her slave. I suspect I shouldn't have teased my Mistress like that as I was quite safe, but I was feeling so good by that stage that a little fun never does anyone any harm. Hmmm! No doubt that will come back to haunt me.

Mistress donned her rubber piss pants and allowed me a long slow warm drink. The nectar itself is a wonderful privilege granted by Mistress, but I was at the perfect angle to watch my drink being naturally dispensed into the 'holding tank' and then willingly gulp down my treat as the tap was slowly opened, to allow a little through at a time. Like a good PPI slave I relished every drop and am delighted to report that there were no spillages at all. I think Mistress was pleased with her delivery mechanism.

So pleased that she raised the frame again and changed her focus to the other end of her slave where she played with her cock. It felt engorged, very sensitive and the steel sound was still installed. Mistress manipulated the sound, playfully rubbing handfuls of lube along my cock, and you can guess the rest. Mistress certainly knows how to milk a slave when she chooses. My best efforts to restrain myself were to no avail because once Mistress has decided something, it happens. I am helpless and unable to resist anything my Mistress wants or does and I am definitely NOT complaining.

I am more relaxed about my future servitude and Mistress Maggie not wanting to immediately discard her property. I have achieved my wish not to be cast into room 101 and have been granted session 102. I know, I am a fortunate PPI slave.

How Far can they Grow?

If there is one thing I have learnt in my 4 years of training it’s that Rule 13 – Mistress Maggie expects her slave to read minds at all times - is one of the most difficult rules to adhere to. Today was a case in point. In the last session I was certain Mistress had shown signs of disapproval when I arrived wearing only the latex tee-shirt, and other 'normal' clothes of course! So this time, when Maggie instructed me to bring latex tee-shirt, socks and shorts, I wore the lot under my normal street clothes. My mind reading did not win her approval and I got told off, as Mistress made it clear that she likes to take full control of my dressing actually in session.

I know that it is impossible that Mistress would ever want to be my valentine, but with valentines day just a few days away I presented Mistress with my gift of red roses. I also handed her a set of electro balls that I had bought from MEO, which I hoped Maggie may enjoy using on her slaves. Thorough as ever, it did not take long for her to open them up and whizz them off to the clinic for testing. They were wired up to her electrastim unit and she placed them on her arm to check that both ports were conducting correctly. Maggie jumping about crying 'oo-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow' was clear confirmation that the device was fully functional, then back to the playroom for dressing.

Mistress required me to don a few extra items to complete my uniform for the day. Firstly, the heavy weight leather harness with the 3" ring that sits behind cock and balls, my zipped latex gloves, and a rubber hood that Maggie chose from her new dark wood storage chest.

Oh yes, and lets not forget the set of smiley lips as Mistress likes her slaves smiling at all times!

I was ordered over Mistresses knee to work off a few de-merits I had incurred by being tardy with my last Flickr pics. It is hugely enjoyable to be face down on her lap with her strap-on sword fighting with my own, by now quite erect blade, as a good spanking was administered from her studded leather strap on my bare cheeks. I could wriggle on her clear latex leggings, grind a little on her upturned knees and I could even get a good view of her black nurse themed boots. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her magnificent bare breasts that had been so tantalisingly exposed when I arrived, but my red latex lips kept smiling.

A short crawl into the Clinic and up onto the gynae couch, I was instructed to position my bum over the end and make my calves comfortable in the raised stirrups, where legs were tightly strapped and wrists rather less tightly cuffed to the couch frame. Maggie decided that I would be given the pleasure of testing the MEO balls next. They proved a little awkward to install in my lying position with the harness strapped tightly across my butt, but finally both balls were pushed home and paired with two large electrodes that she'd clamped round my pole. In fact you might say I now had a bi-polar pole, and then again you might not! With all the electrastim wired to the right places Maggie was satisfied we could move to the main Clinic event; giving my balls 700ml of saline.

In went one cannula, connected by drip feed to a saline bag on the IV stand and away it went, dripping quite steadily. The second proved altogether more problematical and time consuming to rectify. I couldn't do anything to help my Mistress and I could tell she was very cross with the equipment. Finally the problem was isolated to a faulty line and when a new one was deployed everything was perfect. The relief in Mistresses voice was clear to hear, she soon relaxed and started humming again as the second line started drip, drip, dripping saline into the ball sack. You will see Maggie has neatly taped the cables out of harms way and taped the cannula's to make sure they didn't move during my electro-dancing. Its a good job I keep Maggie's balls hair free because that tape is very sticky. We did lose a lot of time and I should apologise to Maggie's husband John for delaying his tea.

On went the electrics. I’d quietly hinted at trying program five, but Maggie thought program five was altogether far too boring so after a while she generously switched to program nine, gradually raising the level on each channel to 26. A strange sensation with most of the stimulus around the crown of the shaft, but every now and then I felt sensations deep inside my anal passage. A very interesting sensation indeed. It kept Maggie amused as I aided the distribution of the infusing saline by dancing my hips around to the P9 pulse, and she kept feeling her growing balls. Like last time, I couldn’t really tell that my balls were ballooning in size. Certainly no unpleasant feelings, and I really liked the attention they were receiving from their owner.

After 250ml from each bag, Maggie replaced the empties and smiled as a further 100ml from each new bag was allowed to drip into my, by now, quite large scrotum. Mistress seemed very pleased with the size of her balls, the electrics were removed and I was about to become even more intimately acquainted with the strap-on that had been waving incongruously at me from the moment the Chambers door was opened. Lubed up, the strap-on went in very easily, full length and absolutely no problem, like a rat up the proverbial drain-pipe. I wonder if my hugely inflated balls affected Maggie's enjoyment? It certainly enhanced mine as the dildo was repeatedly thrust in to its maximum and clattered against my saline filled sack. This time I didn't need the smiley mask.

The straps were released and Mistress left the clinic, giving instruction for me to spend the next ten minutes tidying up the remnants of the infusion, while she disappeared into the Playroom to prepare for the next part of my training. That was the first time I caught a glimpse of Mistresses hugely inflated balls and Wow! I even managed a gentle massage just to see what it felt like. Hmmm! Very nice even though I say so myself.

Back in the Playroom I was asked to kneel before my Mistress. She fitted me with a leather muzzle, making sure the straps were pulled extra tight, and an iron neck collar was locked in place with a heavy padlock. I stood enabling chains to be added, attaching collar to the corners of the overhead gantry, followed by my wrists receiving similar chains. I couldn't see much, but I could hear lots of rattling which turned out to be an adjustable spreader bar. Maggie roped the iron bar at ankles and next thing I was being impaled with a dildo, I could feel the bar being inserted into my well used and still well lubed backside; adjusted so as not to fall out no matter what and loose enough for me to bend legs and push it in further; knees bend, arm stretch ra ra ra!

Without further ado, Mistress belted a sturdy serving tray around my body, another of her DIY projects I think, chains were used to hook it onto my neck collar and keep it level. Mistresses tea was deposited for safe keeping squarely on the tray. I could barely see the tray, but it buggered up the knee bending 'exercises’, because the tray tilted with every move and I was in danger of spilling its contents. There was nothing to do except stay bolt upright and rigid like a piece of furniture.

Maggie settled back onto the Playroom bed and opened a paperback book. I did have a good view of her as she lay there casually reading, turning the pages, the lovely sound of rubber on rubber whenever she shifted on the bed, whilst I stood there rigid and happy to hold the tray steady. A couple of chapters later and Maggie was obviously feeling hungry, she closed her book and stood up, one by one all my securing chains were stripped away leaving my arms free. I was to take charge of the tray and serve Mistress her tea.

Initially I had to rely on Maggie's instruction to get it right; back a bit, left side up a bit, to keep the tray roughly level as I fumbled for the plate of sandwiches. I could see enough to remove the clingfilm and watched as Maggie enjoyed her meal.

Ah, strawberries for afterwards. Once again, I had to remove the clingfilm, despite the muzzle I could smell the fragrance of ripe juicy fruits which I topped off with pouring cream. Same routine, off with the clingfilm and pour over the strawberries. Mistress loves strawberries and proceeded to consume them in the most provocative manner, that only she can achieve. I do serve the most incredibly frustrating and evocative Mistress.

Unlike Maggie's normal obsession with cleanliness, she allowed two smears of cream to land on her breasts. Well more precisely, Mistress took a dollop from the strawberry bowl and smeared the cream in the most suggestive manner across the top of each breast with the back of her spoon. Oh the frustration. Nothing I could do and I knew nothing I would do until instructed otherwise, and in any event I was muzzled and had to hold the tray firm. So I did what any good slave should do, stood to attention and just looked on, waiting my next instruction.

In rapid succession the tray was unchained, I was unmuzzled and told in no uncertain terms that I was a bad slave to allow Mistress to have cream in the wrong places and was told to clean up the area immediately. Oh did I clean up the affected areas. I have never consumed cream from such fine alabaster as Mistresses breasts. Smooth, firm and incredibly tasty. That was one cleaning job that I really did not want to end, but I am proud to say that I think I did a really good job removing every morsell of that cream.

Session time was coming to a close, but Mistress did not let me go without taking a last look and feel at her HUGE balls again. I was allowed a few moments relaxation on the latex bed while Maggie checked my new inflated measurements. 13.5 inches circumference today.

Undressing was a tad troublesome: the harness first, then off came the shorts, hood and tee-shirt. Ah yes, back to that 3" cock ring. Mistress had said that it may be interesting getting it off with my balls inflated, and it was. Quite a squeeze getting my huge balls through it, in fact Maggie detached the ring from the harness and suggested I take it home and remove it when my balls had shrunk back to normal. However, with a lot of gentle easing I did manage to remove the ring before leaving the chambers, so it’s been cleaned and safely returned to the harness.

Where to next? We are approaching our 100th session and we agreed that Mistress Maggie will give an infusion of 1 litre in that session. If you have followed the blog you will know that I have been Maggie’s guinea pig for this procedure and the build up has been gradual, 250ml, 450ml and today 700ml. So I know 1 litre will be fine, but that should provide the biggest set of dogs bollocks Mistress has ever handled. I hope Maggie is as excited as I am as she will own balls the size of a small football. As to my audition as serving tray, much more practise is required and watch this space.

Footnote:- By Sunday night Maggie's cock and balls were virtually back to normal. All the saline had been absorbed and you would never know that her balls had been so hugely inflated as I stroke the deflated sack and look forward to the litre infusion.

Leather Bondage

Despite always trying to give 100% to please my Mistress, I seem to often get things wrong, and today I was really in her bad books. I had misunderstood some instructions that Mistress Maggie had given me and ended up creating unnecessary work for her, not good as Maggie already had an extremely busy week with little time to spare. I hoped that I could redeem myself, but there is always a consequence for poor work and so it emerged in my calling mail . . . Mistress is ready to administer some strict leather and discipline. It will be horizontal stripes aplenty . . . 

I was to receive a caning, cropping, tawsing or something similar to encourage better attention. I thought it might be a good idea to save Mistress some time and arrive wearing my butt plug, and wear my latex socks in an attempt to please her. The moment I entered, Maggie snapped a lead on my slave collar and marched me upstairs. Perhaps Maggie did have a heart and she appreciated my attempts to ingratiate myself.

None of it. I was slapped, hard, several times and sent to the bathroom, this time to remove the socks and butt plug and return to the playroom wearing nothing rubber at all. In the bathroom there was a note taped to the wall.

It was quite clear. 20 strokes of the cane. My heart sank because I knew there was no changing the course of my punishment. Maggie had decided twenty and twenty I would receive, but before the formalities, Mistress was going to have a bit of fun with her slave. I was ordered to demonstrate how I’d inserted my plug at home, and was pleased that I managed to contort myself in a way that I could slip it in easily. Yes, and it slipped out again just as easily as Maggie promptly pulled it out of my ass and reinserted it the way 'she likes to do it'.

I was allowed a tight latex hood, which I was to wear for worship of Mistresses high heeled leather thigh boots, then while my tongue was still out Maggie suggested I might like to put it to work making something that was perfect even more perfect. She eased down her tight black leather trousers then her briefs, leaned over the whipping horse and tugged on my leash, forcing my nose right between her bum cheeks, I licked and sucked and licked and cleaned Mistresses arse hole until it shone. It was not enough, Maggie said I should learn what it’s like to be busy and should lick her arse faster and faster. Actually when I was finally told to stop Mistresses arse hole did shine with all my saliva, and at last Maggie said I had made an adequate job with my licking.

It was now my time over the horse but I was to be tied down so I couldn't move. Maggie asked if I had worked out how many strokes I would be receiving and laughed saying that she’d given a big hint in my calling mail - ’Stripes aplenty ...' rhymes with twenty!  I just smiled and thought of Rule 13: Mistress expects her slave to read minds at all times.

At least, the routine for a caning punishment is well established. A good five minutes hand slaps as warm up then change to the cane. Tap tap tap to gauge range, a couple of swishes, maybe a couple more range finders then THWACK followed by searing pain as the cane bites. A few moments to let me catch my breath, then swish tap tap THWACK. 

At 15 strokes Maggie asked how many. Don't make the mistake of not counting. ’15 Mistress’, I said confidently and it suddenly got easier. 16, 17, 18, 19 and finally 20. Remembering my earlier punishment, I very rapidly said ‘Thank you Mistress for helping to correct my failures’. At least I didn't earn another 20!. 

20 horizontal and perfectly parallel, symmetrical wheals that are still tender after three days. You can also just see more results of my carelessness on the floor. Talcum powder from my socks formed neat highlights at each footfall. I had to clean that up as well but not until Maggie had removed my plug and replaced it with a pumped up double bardex, just in case . . .

I must admit, it must be quite amusing for Mistress to witness her slave waddling around with the bulb knocking between my knees. I was just relieved to be told to replace the flogging horse back in its position beneath the window. Then I set about attacking my footsteps with a damp towel. That bit at least pleased my Mistress as all the talc prints disappeared.

Formalities over, Maggie was now going to convert me into a leather object by incarcerating her slave inside her leather sleep sack. My tight latex hood was replaced with the even tighter pewter inflatable one; a very comfortable model with sealed plastic lenses and breathing tube. Maggie chose to keep it deflated while she helped me inch myself into the heavy leather sleep suit. There are internal arm pockets and once zipped, laced and tightly strapped in I was in danger of falling over. Mistress, as you would expect, had thought of that and strapped me securely to the bars of the cell before fitting my head into a leather head cage. 

The head cage was a bit of a struggle for Maggie due to my height, but eventually I heard the click as the two halves fastened in place and its neck strap fixed with a buckle. A bulb pump was used to inflate my hood and as the hood inflated, given the restraints of the head cage there was only one way the pressure could go, inwards, making my face feel like it was in concrete. As added security, Mistress secured a stout chain through the shoulder straps and over the top bar of the cell door. Even if I wanted to I could not collapse in a heap on the floor.

Every now and then, Maggie appeared in my very limited field of vision, I could just make out through the misted perspex eye pieces that very disarming smile as she poked her finger in the end of the breathing tube to restrict my air supply. What could I do? Absolutely nothing, so I just thought of Maggie and hoped she got her finger out before I ran out of air. She did, but this was an intense hooding and breathplay experience, the simple act of gasping for available air was exerting, as I said, my head felt like it was cast in concrete, the pressure from the inflated hood prevented any facial movement and my mouth remained closed and clamped around my mouth tube.

I only got a small taste of this unique hooding sensation as Maggie had other plans for her leather object and after a little more breath control Maggie deflated the hood. At last I could take a large welcome gasp of air and check if I was able to still move my jaw.

The discreet entrances at cock and nipples were opened and Maggie attached a cock strap and reins at the bottom end and rather severe screw on nipple clamps at the top openings. Maggie had been toying with the idea of administering an enema through the bardex, but fortunately for me the bulb had managed to move into an unreachable position, so Maggie was satisfied with sitting on her throne and pulling on the cock strap, waggling the ropes until it came off. The cock strap not the cock! Although by now I was close to my cock cumming off.

The last vestiges of rubber were removed as my hood was replaced with a padded leather isolation hood. Comfy but all enveloping and impossible to see through. I was now exactly what Mistress had set out to achieve; her leather play slave.

To make matters even more leathery, Maggie gently eased her delicious leather covered buttocks against my groin and I just made out through the heavy hood her asking me a question.

‘Do you like leather slave?’.

Of course I love leather, Mistress had already told me I love leather. My easy reply, ‘Oh yes Mistress’.

'Then you can fuck my leather clothes slave’

As I thrust my groin against her leather clad body, Maggie persisted with her teasing. Nipples were still available and received the most sensual nibbling and biting a slave could ever dream of. The warm lips first on one nipple then the other, then the biting teeth nibbling a nipple and her leather glove covering my tiny air holes.

It was now that I realised why Maggie had attached the steel chain. I just sagged with the pure sensations that Mistress had created in her leathery toy. When she finally cropped the end of my cock and instructed me to cum. I came. Maggie saw and Maggie conquered. A well satiated slave who will continue to do anything for his Mistress.

This leather sleep sack is one helluva piece of equipment, but then again Mistress Maggie is one helluva Mistress.

Absolutely Rubbery

In contrast to my previous session where I was at a loss as to the direction it may take, today's calling note from Mistress Maggie was quite explicit . . . A session based on your favourite material awaits you, and a summery latex Dominatrix will be leading the way. Your fetish for latex will be tested; I will be deciding the amount of latex you are allowed whilst noting the amount it takes to excite you. My bet is that it only takes a little latex slither to put a big smile on your face. . . The exact route down the highways and byways of the Playroom were still left to my imagination but the final destination was clear. Maggie's slave would once more be transformed into her rubber plaything. I walked the short distance from my car, proudly wearing my slave collar, already with a smile on my lips. The sun was shining, the weather warm and I knew I was in for a rubbery and warm treat today. Mistress does like to spoil her slaves at times and that always puts a smile on my face.

True to her word (as always), Maggie greeted me in her black latex bra and skimpy panties; most summery and of course cool for Mistress, the end of her crop poked a couple of inches round the opening front door, and that quiet and sensual welcoming voice 'Come on in slave' ushered me inside. In an instant, a leash was attached to my collar and I was given a frisking by Mistress. I detected a slight note of disapproval as she discovered I was not wearing any rubber underneath, accompanied by a comment,’Some rubber fetishist you are’. I love to arrive in as much rubber as I can, but today circumstances had prevented it. I was then led up the stairway on a very short leash, very difficult to maintain any space between myself and my Goddess as she pulled on my slave collar for me to hurry up.

Maggie confirmed the outline of the session. Rubber, rubber and if Maggie feels like it, even more rubber. To start I was dispatched to the bathroom with instruction to return in my rubber opera gloves and socks, on leaving the room I noticed a white towel strategically placed over the top of the Playroom door. Was this going to be a surprise? Did it hide some sinister device that Maggie would magically produce half way through the session? I didn't ask. It wasn't my place to question and I trotted off to return as instructed bringing my butt plug. Maggie was wearing one of her many pairs of black patent shoes that seriously limited the range that I could worship. No chance of getting past the ankles then, but I did manage to stray an inch or so onto her instep. That has given me a positive reaction in the past with a long slow lick and kiss of the instep, but it does leave my backside very vulnerable as Maggie teasingly runs her crop backwards and forwards over my very exposed crack and cheeks, but I do find Maggie's feet oh so attractive.

Without further ado, I felt a finger slip into the back of my collar and I was guided to the rubber covered bondage bed in the centre of the Playroom. Kneeling by the side with my head and chest on the bed the implied 'stay' command was evident, so stay I did. After a couple of movements behind me Maggie sat comfortably astride my back, I could feel the warmth of her thighs and the thin rubber of her pants as she settled down, and felt the cool dribble of lube as it slipped down the valley between my cheeks. This was a new way of inserting my butt plug. A little gentle massage, a few rubber gloved finger insertions then my plug was inserted - no problems despite the unusual orientation. Maggie really knows how to insert a butt plug.

'Not enough rubber' was Maggie's comment. I wonder if that is in Mistresses rule book? I don't think so but I do know Rule 4   – The slave cannot possibly know all the rules. I was dispatched to retrieve my catsuit and waddled off with my newly inserted anal friend letting me know I was stuffed. The ambiance of the Playroom was enhanced with some relaxing yet strangely exciting mood music that Maggie had selected on her mp3 player. I meant to ask what it was but I was too busy being fitted in my catsuit and snugly fitting anatomical hood. I do like it when Mistress inserts me into the cat-suit; one of those really sensual moments. Once rubbered, Mistress lay me down on the low padded bench and I was securely roped in place. Thoughtful as ever, Maggie retrieved the latex covered cushion from the bondage bed and gently raised my head and placed the pillow under my neck.

Maggie looked down from above and wagered that she could now get me salivating with only a small amount of latex 'in the right place’. Slowly and deliberately she lowered her latex covered panties onto my latex covered head. Absolutely right in her assessment. A very thin layer of latex strategically covering Mistress had me drooling and dribbling, as in between the frequent gasps for air I attempted to lick and kiss that very intimate of garments. I ended up with '. . . a big smile on your face.' I really do appreciate being used as Mistresses rubber toy; an experience everyone should try. The only bit of me left exposed was cock and balls that Maggie had extracted through the crotch zip. I could feel myself pulsating to the rhythm not only of the music but Maggie as she moved into various positions across my face.

Tiring of this, or perhaps it was Maggie's caring sharing nature, she had me fitted with the opaque hood. I have experienced this before and I knew I was in for some very welcome fluid intake. I could only distinguish golden coloured shadows through the hood but I detected Mistress had returned wearing her piss pants and connected the tube to the mouth piece, the tap turned on and I began to enjoy a good feed, a gentle swallow then a breath, swallow then a breath, until I lost my rhythm and Maggie’s pee went up my nostrils. But it was Maggie who suffered the worst. What a stupid slave I then became. In my panic I blew into the tube, my drink was diverted back into Maggie’s piss pants, it cascaded down her legs and collected in her shoes. Maggie had the hood off in an instant but I was really ashamed because I could see anxiety in her face that no slave should inflict on their Mistress. It took a few moments to release the ropes then I got a real ear blasting.

‘You stupid slave. Look at all that drink you have wasted. Toilet NOW, so I can relieve myself.’ (Not the exact phrase but I certainly got the sentiment.) So I was dragged off to the toilet, finger through collar and instructed to lick clean Mistresses legs and feet as she relieved herself on a more useful loo. I certainly wasn't going to grumble at that outcome. It was one of those unforgettable and relaxed moments that a slave occasionally receives from Mistress, followed by instruction to scrub up the mess I’d made and take a good spanking with a hairbrush. That was a little less memorable!

'More rubber slave.' Out came the butt plug and in went an inflatable rubber plug with added dimensions. Several pumps later, plus a quick tug to make sure it was not coming out and its vibrator was turned on and left whilst Mistress helped me into her full length body suit. I now had on gloves, socks, thick rubber catsuit and the thick rubber enclosure suit, all strapped tightly round my already rubbery body with stout leather bondage straps. I was eased onto the bondage bed and Maggie set to work on my cock and balls after first teasing the pump and wires for the vibrator through the strategically placed hole in the sack. Maggie really does think of everything. Topping off her rubber bagged slave with a rubber inflatable helmet; mouth hole only, therefore totally blind.

'More rubber slave.' This was not a question as Maggie first attached electrodes and secured them in place with a condom; very effective at preventing accidents to the circuitry. Then the heavy rubber sheath and ball sack were attached, effectively sealing her slave in multiple layers of rubber. I heard through the pumping up of the hood that it was her intention to make me squirm, and would set the electrics to program 2 with eight taps of the level button. Maggie had said at the outset that she intended to determine '. . . the amount it takes to excite you. . . '  Well I can report that it didn't take very long at all: with the stimulating electrics, vibrating inflated butt-plug and all that rubber it was all too quick to get this slave squirming with excitement. I tried really hard not to embarrass myself but had absolutely no control as I was electrically milked.

As any slave knows you are there for your Mistresses pleasure, not your own and Maggie was still getting enjoyment from her rubber plaything. I took a few more pumps at both ends and then felt a little jiggling as the nipple zips were pulled open and both my nipples were left exposed. Maggie treated her slave to having my nipples alternately sucked, pinched, nibbled and tongue teased. I was starting to get erect again. I really will try and master that art because the little swelling in my cock did seem to amuse Maggie.

Was that it? Had Mistress finally had her enjoyment from her rubber plaything when she removed the rubber helmet to replace it with a blindfold? I was left to stew in my juices but was still receiving stimuli from the flowing vibrations and electro-pulses.

Mistress had not quite finished with her slave. Yet more rubber. When Maggie removed the blindfold I was greeted by the stunning sight of Mistress in her long black rubber trench-coat. Simply outstanding. I have had the privilege to accompany Maggie on one of our all too rare shopping trips with her wearing this stunning outfit and it certainly turns heads. However, on this occasion the only garment it covered was the thin black latex band. I caught a last brief glimpse of that as Maggie took a seat on my face again, later covering me with the slippery rubber bed sheet, and still in her mack she slithered on my rubber covered body to complete her own session objectives. Mistress knows that her slave is a truly devoted rubber lover and what it takes to push me over the top, but most of all she knows her slave is owned by her and not the rubber.

Oh yes, I finally did ask Maggie what was the significance of the white towel on the Playroom door? Nothing sinister at all and purely to reduce red reflection from the camera flash. You can read too much into some things. Mistress does think of everything.

Leisurely in Latex

Today was an altogether more relaxed and gentler session than the severe waxing, breath play and endurance of the previous lesson. It was a fitting celebration of three years of training under an excellent and exceptional Mistress Maggie and as any caring slave would, I brought a bunch of flowers for my Mistress. Her radiant smile suggested it may have been the correct response to 67 previous sessions over three years.

What a wonderful vision greeted me. Mistress with her raven black hair complementing the oh so tight black shiny rubber catsuit of her own design and creation. Two flashes of red at gloves and boots created a spectacular vision. Following Mistress up stairs with her wonderfully shaped buttocks tightly encased, every move like liquid black gold, undulating, swaying and catching every shimmer of light in the hall, was the start of a wonderful anniversary session.

It wasn't long before Mistress had me head to tail in my own latex catsuit, but not before letting me get up close and personal with the red boots and Mistress getting up close and very personal with a strap on dildo "just to loosen you up a bit for your own plug”. I drifted back to that first session and remembered how green I was then, yet today without hesitation I was kneeling on the low bench eagerly offering my ass hole to Mistress and with a little lube she was in. I think Mistress was satisfied with the progress her slave has made, certainly in that area. Maggie and her lubed up strap-on had done a thorough job and my butt plug was easily fitted.

It is a really wonderful experience to be dressed by your Mistress. This isn't laziness on my part, just that I simply can't squeeze into my suit without assistance. To be pulled, pushed, squeezed and finally zipped inside then to be polished by Mistress is heavenly. The chill as the polish is sprayed, the firm but gentle polishing of my suit and then it was my turn for polishing duty, I got the opportunity to give Mistress in her latex catsuit a high shine. At the end of the polish, we had a very shiny rubber clad Mistress and slave.

Over the bench again, this time to have electrodes stuck between my arse and scrotum, my cock and balls pulled prominently through the three way zip. The 'normal' dressing was adorned with the stout leather harness and a couple of buckled cock straps that Mistress fitted securing my imprisoned cock to the main harness. I did wonder why but wasn't going to question this joining because Maggie is in charge and her plans are always exciting for her slave.

I do like a nice snug harness, it reinforces ownership and feels secure; a bit like a car seat belt. Today a quick twitch of the main harness resulted in a quick twitch of the attached cock harness. This wasn't the only method used to twitch cock and balls. Maggie had ensured that the e-stim had brand new batteries and set the program to 'throb' for the rest of the session. Rather nice but when Maggie reads this blog I suspect my comments will prompt more intricate harnesses and certainly more severe 'throbbing'.

More arm binding restraint for my arms, some pulling and lacing plus a couple of straps made my arms totally obsolete and useless appendages secured behind my back and me perched on the edge of the low stool.

And that was the last I saw for a while. Mistress covered my eyes with a very effective blindfold. No chance of any light leaking through any cracks but to be doubly sure Maggie pulled hard, supporting my back with her knee to get my head suitably installed into her padded leather helmet but once secured and laced up tight it was wonderful to wear, easy to breathe in and almost soundproof. This quiet solitude was reinforced by Mistress applying a pair of ear muffs and saying rather loudly "Are your ears comfortable and are they covered?”, I barely heard but grunted an affirmative response. I chuckled as I realised they weren’t ear muffs at all, but a pair of headphones positioned over my ears, softly playing the clanking sound of railway waggons. Once again, exemplary planning by Maggie. She knows one of my hobbies is steam trains and I thought how wonderfully relaxing. I did have a major dilemma. Should I be getting a raging erection whilst listening to railway sounds and would Mistress think me a head case or a real pervert for doing so?

Maggie then expertly had my feet zipped into the ballet boots. If I'm honest, I am starting to like the feel of the boots, which is why I could identify them even though I had nil visibility and in the pictures they do produce smooth leg lines. I got a perverse pleasure knowing that Mistress had fitted them so quickly and they were starting to be really comfortable. Seated on the low bench with knees raised and shoulders forced back was a challenging position to maintain, thankfully not one I needed to endure for too long as Maggie moved me and my bondage to the rubber bed to prepare me for a spot of urethral stretching. In our post session analysis we both concluded that the bondage chair would be a better place to seat tall slaves wearing bondage boots. No doubt Mistress will be trying that out in the near future.

Relocated to the bed it was time for sounds at the other end. I was still wearing the arm harness and audio mask so could neither see nor hear much and my arms were still useless. I had taken delivery of a new piss through plug and asked Maggie to try and fit it for me, some steady dilation was required and I could feel the normal sounds going in fairly easily, each one filling my penis a little more, but when it came to the new ribbed sound it was a struggle to get it comfortably past the first bauble. Maggie never forces sounds into that delicate little tract and said it was something to work towards in the future. The sounds do appear to have a mind of their own because whenever Maggie leant back to take a photo, the little blighters bolted for freedom and slithered onto my rubber stomach, causing a moment of natural humour in our session. Another being that one of the sticky electrodes previously secured next to my butt plug, next appeared half way down the outside left leg of my cat suit. Strange happenings at the Playroom me thinks. Perhaps the Force is strong with Jedi Mistress Maggie?
Maggie released me, my arms freed, harness unbuckled and my head removed from the padded hood, I was then restrained in a simpler spreadeagled position. Of course, she couldn’t resist a little breath play with her slave and a large latex bed sheet was laid over me. First the sheet was drawn up over my face and stretched tight over mouth and nose, then that wonderfully formed latex clad derriere came down on my face sealing my airways, then a bit of both provided a climax to the session.

It was really nice when Maggie joined me for a wonderful rubber cuddle between the rubber bed sheets, but before freeing my hands I had to promise that I would only use them to stroke her buttocks. Once I receive an instruction I obey Maggie implicitly, although I do understand why Mistress wanted to reinforce my training with me making that promise. I am, after all only human despite my slave status and Maggie is an incredibly attractive Mistress. I do and did always keep my promises to Maggie; the consequences of disobeying are unthinkable and intolerable to me. I reiterate that Maggie has got the best latex clad bottom that a slave could ever wish for and is a real joy to stroke my latex gloved hands gently over those fine, tight latex clad orbs.

As the anniversary session came to a close we stripped off our latex suits. We had both been perspiring fairly heavily and I was invited and very eagerly accepted Maggie's instruction to lick clean the inside of her discarded suit. Essence of Mistress is an incredible stimulant.

Another of the endearing memories of a wonderful anniversary session was Maggie again allowing me to pedicure her feet. It may be odd but I just like doing something caring and gentle for my Mistress.