A New Virus Variant

The 2021 heatwave continued and today was the hottest Friday 16th this year. I was very grateful that Mistress Maggie had instructed me to leave my thick latex catsuit at home and bring my lighter weight latex instead. I referred to Maggie’s calling mail as I packed my kit bag ready to attend our next session:- 

'Pack your lightweight black catsuit, matching black accessories and butt plug to bring along with you.

Your rubber nurse will make sure you are warm and wetted, provided there are no COVID related problems…'

I had to get a move on after I had parked my car, as I was a minute late due to road works. I made the time up at the expense of being a little warmer than I would have liked when I arrived. Still, the calling mail did give me something for my imagination to work with and it did display the kinder side to my Mistress. She may be a little sadistic at times but her words reassured me that she wouldn’t be upsetting her enjoyment by having her slave pass out due to heat stroke. 

As soon as I had rung the bell a gloved hand appeared in the doors’ small window accompanied with the sound of rippling fingertips, and when Mistress opened the door I was not disappointed, dressed in full transparent latex she was looking hot, but the most prominent part of her uniform were her piss pants, complete with an extended tube that draped casually over her shoulder.

Unlike last time I had remembered to wear my mask, and after a quick temperature check and hand sanitise I was able to follow Mistress’ glorious rear at a distance way too close for comfort. One pause by Mistress and I would have had my nose firmly planted between those latex lovelies, but unfortunately it didn't happen, leaving this slave still dreaming as we proceeded to The Playroom without incident. 

At this point I would normally be picking up my kit bag with instructions to go to the bathroom and prepare my uniform for the day, I certainly wasn’t expecting the curved ball that Mistress was about to deliver. ‘Latex is banned today! No catsuit, no socks, no gloves’, she said, and consequently I was sent to the bathroom to strip naked instead. When I returned I immediately attended to the obligatory worship of Maggie’s boots.

It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember the last time I caressed Maggie’s boots without my latex gloves on and I have since searched my blog for the answer. It’s impossible to be exactly sure but my photos show that I have been wearing gloves in my sessions with Maggie since early in 2012. I'm only glad Mistress had decided not to carry her crop as I worked hard on her knee high boots, because she commented that ‘You have an erection that looks like it needs some discipline.’  Well, what red blooded slave wouldn’t with a beautiful Mistress in transparent latex towering above you? but I thought it best to continue with my efforts to please, more long tongue strokes and caresses of the boots.

Nice as my cool nude situation was it didn’t last forever, and as I was led by my collar into The Clinic I realised that today’s bombshell ‘no latex’ rule only applied to The Playroom. Laid on the couch was the cream rubber body bag. This is a wonderfully confining and hot bag and I appreciated Mistresses forethought about the welfare of her slave. It would be hot enough bagged without the suit, socks and gloves.

There is an art to being bagged and when Mistress has secured the optional extension to her gynae chair you need to remember that you enter the bag at the mid point of the couch. That way you do not upset the balance of the couch and it is easier to work your feet into the body bag. As always I was reminded of the correct way. ‘Settle yourself in the middle of the couch, slave’. 

It didn't take long for my arms to be pinioned inside the internal sleeves of the bag and after a few adjustments to get my shoulders resting neatly, Maggie zipped the bag all the way up to the neck and buckled up the straps, and that was that, all bound up in thick rubber for the rest of the afternoon. It does feel delightful being so enclosed and restricted but I was really grateful that Mistress had decided on no extra latex layers. 

As I lay back warm and very happy, Mistress disappeared to the Playroom and returned with a cream hood which was so easy to wear, very comfortable and not at all restrictive, making it a good foundation for the same FM12 gasmask that I’d worn in my last session. With its feeding tube eagerly grasped between my lips I waited in hope for my long overdue rehydration and infusion of nectar.

However, Maggie had another type of infusion planned for her slave before I could be rewarded with her long, warm drink. I had a rope tightly applied to separate cock from balls, then Maggie went on to create a large sterile field around her operating area and sponged my balls with sterile swabs. Mistress used her aroma delivery system to relax me and after a few puffs gently inserted a cannula into my ball sac.

Absolutely no problems. Mistress is a real expert in cannula insertion and this time took the precaution of a little surgical tape to help keep the cannula where she wanted. The tight tourniquet round the base of my member isn't part of Mistresses sadistic pleasures, well actually it might be, but acts as a barrier to prevent the saline solution from migrating from balls to cock. When your infusion session ends you find out exactly what your cock and balls look like without the tight string, when your cock and balls metamorphose into a homogenous blob resembling a honeydew melon. Nothing like my cock and balls at all.

Although the drip was free flowing it does still take quite a while for your balls to accommodate the bag of saline, and at this time it was appropriate for me to receive the welcome refreshment I had been craving. Mistress made sure I still had the drinking tube securely wedged between my teeth and made yet another trip to the bathroom returning with another tumbler of cool water which she consumed in a most erotic manner in front of my gas mask lenses. It is a wonderful sight because I was at last able to get the full beauty of my Mistress, unmasked and sipping her nectar producing liquid.

Inside my by now quite watery prison I had to smile. I could see Mistress straining to create that flow for which her bladder is so renowned. ‘Come on slave, give my bladder some words of encouragement!’. I was expecting a veritable waterfall or even another tsunami, but try as she might it took Maggie quite a while before she produced a drink and I heard that groan of satisfaction that I have grown to love. The long tube that was gracefully dangling over her shoulder when she had let me into her Chambers was now attached to my drinking tube and its flow tap turned on. After a few big gulps of her nectar Maggie must have sensed my mischievous side rearing up. ‘Don't you dare think of blowing slave’, I was warned.

In the past I had been known to do a quick blow down the tube, inflating Maggie's piss pants and causing much amusement and consternation in equal quantities. Oh, probably better behave myself this time I thought, though I did seriously think about it when the well ran dry, but instead I sucked harder and harder trying to seal Mistresses private parts inside the pants and also to encourage maybe a few more pearls of her nectar. 

One thing I found out afterwards is in really hot weather it becomes increasingly difficult to produce a good flow of urine, which might explain why there was just half a bag of Mistress’ refreshing liquids for me to consume. In the cooler future months I am sure that I will find myself being overwhelmed by her pee again, but not today.

A few more whiffs of aroma and Maggie in her role of virologist announced she was now proceeding with my COVID treatment. I already had my jabs so I was unsure what further treatment was necessary, but when Maggie got her needles out I assumed I would be having more jabs, in fact it turned out that I needed a LOT more jabs. My balls were fully saline inflated and all I could feel were quite a few very light pricks as Maggie announced, 'that's another pin in'. Whether I was floating in my normal euphoric state, or the aromas were particularly effective, or I just wanted to please my Mistress, or a combination of all three, but all I could feel were the delightful little pricks and an ever increasing bigger prick!

Every now and then Maggie would change sides, to make sure she had exactly the right angle for another pin. This movement required Maggie to traverse around my feet and the first time the latex pee pipe got hooked around my upturned toes. I had visions of it stretching, snapping tight and belting Mistress across her very private parts, there was no way I could allow that to happen to Mistress so I developed the technique of flexing my feet every time she passed that area. One very welcome side effect of this flexing was the intake of cool air I received around my cock and balls every time I twiddled my feet, a bit like a pair of bellows. Once again I thought it really thoughtful for Mistress to say ‘No latex!’. Always her slaves welfare in mind.

Though I remained strapped down and clueless as to what was going on in my nether regions, Maggie seemed to be getting more excited with every prick of my ball sac, and once satisfied her needlework was complete out came the liquid latex. I received a full narrative on how the painting was proceeding as she set to work with a small brush, applying latex paint to every last inch of my exposed inflated balls. To speed up the drying time Maggie used The Playroom hairdryer, I’m not sure she had fully read the cooking instructions because for a moment I thought my balls were being grilled! As soon as I yelped and mentioned that they were getting rather warm, Maggie immediately dropped the heat level down to medium and no further cooking sensations.

A second coat was applied and dried, Maggie laughed and said she had isolated my COVID problem. She was obviously very pleased with her virology work and wanted to share her satisfaction, the electric couch was set in motion to raise her patient into a half comfortable seating position so I could view my current COVID status. When I actually saw the COVID model she had created I was truly amazed at the skill and artistry exhibited by my wonderful Mistress.

In fact Maggie was so pleased with her slave that she announced that today I was allowed an orgasm. I felt as happy as a guinea pig as Maggie left the room to retrieve her Hitachi wand, moments later I had a lubed up cock sleeve around my cock and being wildly vibrated. It only took about 30 seconds to reach my ecstatically happier moment; my COVID ridden balls exploded and I was forced to cum. I say forced but all the needlework and fondling of cock and balls had also been rather exciting. It was a good job that release came when it did, because once the restraint round the base of my cock was released, the whole cock and balls disappeared into the homogenous bloblike state I mentioned earlier, and I doubt even the Hitachi could find anything to excite down there. 

Mistress Maggie was right to mandate no latex work suit etc, because even just in the latex bondage sack I sweated profusely. In fact when I dismounted (from the middle of the couch of course) I could actually hear the waterfall that cascaded down onto the Clinic floor as what seemed like gallons of sweat escaped. Mistress has excelled herself once again and turned the past 15 months of COVID misery into something wonderful and worth waiting for. Thank you Maggie

(I) Like Watching Paint Dry

I had almost completed the cleaning and worshipping duties of Mistress Maggie's black court shoes, the slender ones where, with a surreptitious movement of the tongue I can just tickle her instep, when she announced that we must move on due to a tight timetable today. This in itself was unusual because Mistress is normally incredibly generous with her session time, in fact if British Rail ran to similar relaxed timetables, it would be in a right pickle. But I always obey my owner, so putting my tongue away I quickly knelt to attention at her feet, bare naked apart from my red socks and gloves.

I could only imagine what Maggie had in store for me, as usual she had kept me in a puzzled state of suspense. Other than instructing me to bring my red latex kit bag to session and warning me that it may be necessary to open a window today, I’d been given no real clues in her calling mail. Maggie asked me to lean forward so she could hood me, and once again on went the easy to wear, black, full rubber hood that I had spent so much happy time in during the previous session. The contents of my red kit bag were laid out and lightly talced for ease of dressing, my bum was stuffed with a big red butt plug and Maggie zipped me into my tight fitting red catsuit. Why red? All will become clear.

We relocated into the White room where Maggie strapped me to the couch; secure but not tight. For a moment I thought my cock and balls would be subjected to some of Mistress’ devious punishments, because she was unzipping my genital area making sure I was fully exposed, but to my surprise she announced I would be receiving a shave. Before I knew it Maggie had assembled her stainless steel operators tray at the foot of the couch, donned a plastic apron and was wielding her razor.

Strange I thought, as I had already paid a lot of attention to my depilation, because I have learned that missing a few stray pubes can result in one helluva justified chastisement. It is a most sensual experience, lying there with your owner expertly lathering up your cock and balls with soap and water, then gently working her disposable razor round both shaft and balls.

I was pleased that Mistress hadn’t detected any omissions in my shaving, but she did reaffirm that I needed to be absolutely hair free, and finishing with the razor she continued to rub me dry with a towel and gave my cock and balls a liberal dosing with talcum powder. The area was then deemed as prepared, apart from a little light lotion which Maggie carefully smoothed over the dried, shaved, talc'd area.

Now it all started to fit; why the red suit, why the thorough shave, dry and oil, and even why in the calling mail Mistress indicated she may need to open the window. That bit had me really mystified, until Maggie brought out a plastic bottle and started mixing liquid latex; red liquid latex, although sitting there in the bottle it did definitely look pink!

Liquid latex technology appears to have improved since I tried latexing the inside of a pair of old jeans many, many years ago and long before I was privileged to meet my Mistress. At that time it did smell quite pungent but now, as Maggie mixed the chemicals we could not detect any notably bad odours so the window in the Clinic remained shut. Now it was my turn to wear a plastic apron, but unlike Maggie’s mine had a hole in the middle for my shaved area to poke through, rather appropriate really, as my cock looked like a poker after all the attention it had received.

Maggie decided to paint the underside of my balls first and in order to get a good hands-free view a little cock support was needed. A clamp and a length of rope held my cock to my collar, which did a fine job of keeping everything in place while she painted on the latex and used her hair-dryer to help it set, you get an odd feeling as the liquid latex begins shrinking and adhering to your skin. Maggie mentioned she had tried the liquid latex on her arm, hence why the thorough shave. ‘You will appreciate the shave I’ve done for you when we come to rip the latex off you later’.

This was why the tight timetable. Not to finish earlier, but to apply and dry many thin layers of the latex on and around my cock and balls. After each application came a blow with the Playroom hair dryer until the sticky substance had dried, changing from the pink to a final red colour. As a safety precaution Maggie fitted a condom over the tip of my cock to avoid any bad reactions. The painting continued; a thin coat followed by a good warm blow, working all the time around and over the condom until Maggie was satisfied with her artistry and her latex paint was used up. She performed a touch test on her finely painted masterpiece and said that it required a good blowing to dry it completely. Yes, Mistress then finished me off, well almost literally, with a prolonged blow job. . . from the hair dryer!

After that the liquid latex was allowed some natural drying time. Ahh - I was just happy laying there watching my Mistress float about in her latex, nicely snug and secure, latex covered and waiting for the paint to dry. I liked the quiet. However, Mistress wasn't too happy about waiting with nothing to entertain her and had devised a few interesting distractions for her slave. For instance, I could use the time to improve my breath control and out came the red rebreather helmet that I have easily worn on a few occasions, in fact Maggie commented that due to the masks limited air holes I would only be able to see her as I breathed out and the hood was in its expanded state.

That was a comment I had made myself a long time ago in another blog, it shows that my owner does know her slave, but what hadn't been anticipated was the interaction between the latex hood that was now becoming a permanent and welcome accessory and the red latex of the rebreather. Try as I might I couldn't get the bag to inflate, when it did the two hoods clung together and I was really struggling.

Whizzing the hood off quickly Mistress abandoned the experiment and went off muttering something about incompetent slaves, but she soon returned again waving a small item for my attention, and sounding unfazed she placed it on my face. 'A nice, used pair of my panties for you slave'. That in itself was fine; essence of Maggie is always a turn on, but not content with a little gusset sniffing Mistress produced a large plastic bag, eased it over my head and making sure the panties were appropriately placed she pulled the bag down over my shoulders. Because of my position on the couch, it produced a very effective seal around my shoulders and I was left thinking about fragrant panties, gazing at my wonderful owner through the bag and slowly starting to gasp for air. Well! That certainly took my mind off the drying latex.

A close glance at the photo shows the excellent results of a red sheathed latex cock and balls. A brilliant result for the inaugural painting and I do like acting as my owners Guinea Pig. You can see the only bit of my skin that was left exposed to the Clinic air. The photo gives an excellent study of my guiche and the red jewels that keep it securely in place. Yes red jewels.

Maggie hadn’t quite finished with my cock and balls yet and when she fetched her scissors I became quite concerned. 'I need to chop off the end', she announced. After all her hard and patient work, would it all end with Mistress chopping off my end?

I gulped. My thoughts rolled back to the castration I narrowly avoided recently and I wondered if the red latex was to camouflage any blood. . . I really shouldn't worry about Mistresses cock and balls so much. Maggie’s plans for my latex covered member only involved chopping the end off the condom. Once snipped, Mistress delighted in producing a couple of Rosebud sounds and gently inserting them deeply down my cock.

I am fairly certain Mistress would have fitted several more, I have easily accommodated 4 or 5 in the past, however, I had to be honest with my owner and announced that I was close to cumming. Not yet. After a couple of flicks to really rattle my libido the sounds were just as gently removed, leaving me frustrated yet relieved that I had managed to control myself. Only just though.

I still have a long way to go with controlling my natural urges, or perhaps I am exactly at the stage my Mistress wants. She controls my breathing, my hearing, all my bodily functions are in her hands including the ability to make me ejaculate. I think she was happy with what we had achieved and we adjourned back to the Playroom. As I mentioned, Mistress was on a tight schedule watching the paint dry and some things she had wished for today would need to wait until another day. In the meantime, me and my by now very red hot poker were sent to bed in the Playroom for a little more ‘watching paint dry time’.

Mistress chose to double hood me, a red rubber gas mask was added to augment my breathing, then spread-eagled on the bed I was left to contemplate how fortunate I am to have my Mistress as my owner. You can see the results of my contemplations. I have a huge red erection and no relief.

As I lay there, frustrated and rasping through the gas mask Mistress added a further layer to my frustrations by tucking me under the black latex bed sheet. Maggie teased me for a few moments and moved her hands over the latex layers and I spontaneously combusted. ‘Way too premature slave’, said Mistress, but I simply couldn't help it. Without direct stimulation Mistress had manipulated my senses to such a degree that I just came.

Lost in that post-orgasm euphoria, listening to the gentle music playing in the background, I lay there in the dark, until Maggie pulled back the top of the sheet. I could see her swaying seductively to the music and I do believe she too was enjoying the moment.

All good sessions must come to an end and as usual I offered to stay around and help with the tidying up. Quite a lot of sweaty latex had accumulated during the session that all needed washing and hanging to dry.

In the midst of all the cleaning Maggie said she desperately needed the toilet and quickly dashed to the loo, but as is her excellent bladder control she stopped mid flow, realising that she need not use the toilet when her eager slave is on hand to drink it, she called me over and ordered me on to my back on the bathroom floor, where she carefully squatted just above my mouth and told me not to spill any. ‘Absolutely Ma’am, instruction understood Ma’am’. Quite a finale to watching the paint dry and I know Mistress Maggie was well pleased with her slave, consuming her urine and not spilling one drop.