Showing posts with label medical / fetish clinic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medical / fetish clinic. Show all posts

Friday, 12 September 2025

Filming

On Thursday afternoon I received my calling mail from Mistress Maggie, the final sentence of the mail had me intrigued;


‘Make sure you do good grooming as I intend to do some filming’.


Out of curiosity I looked up ‘filming’ in the Chambers dictionary and it returned:


A series of images, often of moving objects, recorded and edited to tell a story, present a subject, etc, and shown in the cinema.


Now Maggie's comment and the definition were as intriguing as each other. Was I to be the next James Bond, but a rubber one? Jo Nep 003.5, that has a certain ring to it. Or was it to be a documentary on a day in the life of Mistress’s rubber slave? Or even a simple training video on how Maggie encourages her charges to extend their horizons?  Perhaps an Oscar...


Well, whatever Maggie had planned it would sure to be an exciting excursion into the world of film making and it wouldn’t be long before I found out. I rang the doorbell to The Chambers to be greeted by a vision of loveliness. Maggie was wearing what I think was a new black rubber bra, the most prominent feature being a pair of pert nipples standing out against the latex. A latex hood and ponytail topped off with cap, and lower down Maggie wore black latex stockings that disappeared underneath a tight skirt of transparent latex.


Mistress’s bum cheeks were perfectly visible through her latex skirt and I almost succumbed to planting a kiss on one of them as we proceeded upwards to The Playroom, but once again I managed to restrain myself. One of these days I will do it and then risk suffering the consequences, it will be worth it for a confirmed rubber pervert like me. Arriving upstairs I donned my latex shorts, socks and gloves and very conscientiously worshipped Maggie's boots, Maggie was in charge of a riding crop that can deliver quite a crack, however she used it very, very lightly and dare I say it’s capable of delivering a very sensual tapping when used that way. 


There was neither a plug or a dildo used for initial ass stretching, instead I was to wear an open faced hood and was instructed to take my place over the horse where I was lubed up and Mistress took me from behind, so gently and without vigour initially because my bum wasn't pre stretched, but then as my ass became more receptive, the phallus eased its way in until there was nothing left to insert, at this point Maggie increased the tempo and gave me a thorough rogering. I love the feeling of power that Maggie exudes whenever I am taken, I simply want to be mounted by my Mistress, I love the sensual stimulation it generates and once felt I never want it to end. My memory returned to a time when Mistress got a little carried away with the mounting and the horse was genuinely rocking... such happy memories.


Once thoroughly ridden Mistress removed her dildo and harness and filled the gaping, well used orifice with an inflatable butt plug that was to remain there until the very end. Raising myself up off the horse I took a pretty hard slap across my face… ‘You were advised to do good grooming’, said Maggie in an obviously displeased tone. She had spotted a little stubble on my chin and I must admit it was quite visible when framed by the open faced hood, although I had made sure my lower regions were as hair free as possible with a copious application of Veet the previous evening.


It was at this point that I realised I had used the wrong Chambers edition to research filming. Mistress Maggie’s version of The Chambers' dictionary gave a totally different definition of the word; to cover your toys with a stout layer of cling film. This was the type of filming I was to be involved with, starting right now!


Standing under the gantry I watched as Mistress wound her wide roll of clear film around me from my knees to my nipples, leaving my lower legs and arms free to allow sufficient movement to reach The Clinic, and waddling like a plastic duck, Mistress guided me there.


Once inside I was told to sit on the latex covered couch, a much more suitable position for Mistress to complete my filming. When she was satisfied with her hard work I was fitted into the clear plastic hood which had two good sized holes to allow for adequate re-breathing and a pair of googly goggles placed over my eyes instantly changed my vision with their kaleidoscopic lenses giving the whole room an eerie vista.


In her role of rubber nurse Maggie now began explaining today’s order of events. I had become her plastic coated alien and as such she needed to undertake certain experiments to determine what species I was. By now I was hooked up to the rebreathing bellows and receiving a stream of aromas and I was starting to believe that I was that alien and this beautiful earthling nurse was going to 'investigate' her plastic toy.


Maggie started the tests by cutting away at my plastic skin, discovering what she took to look like a humanlike nipple, her scissors were kept busy until she had created two circular holes at chest level. The two curious pink buds required further investigation, steel stretchometers were attached enabling her to check their elasticity, a long needle through each bud allowed the buds to be wound upwards and their stretching progress observed.


Maggie appeared quite excited by her observations, noting down her results, she mentioned to the creature that she was going to stretch its buds’ areas a little further using suction cups, which looked like female breasts when seen through goggled eyes like mine.


Fitting the breast cups proved a little tricky because of the close proximity of my tightly pinioned arms, but after a little manipulation my nurse was satisfied there was an airtight seal and pumped away quite happily. The suction was immense and also facilitated the taking of a small sample of red body fluid from her alien patient. At this point I think alien let out one or two noises that sounded a bit like a squealing pig.


Nurse Maggie then turned her attention to a bulging area of my body that could possibly be reproductive organs. After opening up my plastic skin my supposed ‘reproductive organ' felt a blast of earth air and on being touched, began to swell. Maggie massaged it for a while before giving the organ some suction too with what she called a penis pump.


As she continued pumping my beautiful nurse put her hand on my face, disabling my breath holes, after a time this causes an alien to panic and move its head wildly, my organ swelled even more and once again I started squealing like a pig. 


The results with the penis pump were satisfying, and she concluded that with a little pneumatic assistance aliens also have organs that can be stimulated to grow. Conclusion, yes this alien likely has reproductive organs similar to humans.


To reinforce her conclusions about the similarities between human and alien organs, she applied several electrodes around these strange appendages and at the same time, conscious that this alien may be struggling to breath in the Clinic’s oxygen rich atmosphere, she applied a full cover anaesthesia hood and reverted to pumping the same CO₂ supplemented elixir that had pleased her alien earlier. When electric, constant vibrations and wafts of elixir were operational at the same time Maggie observed the alien with interest for a while, and came to the conclusion that there were a lot of similarities between kinky humans and this plastic coated alien currently on her operating couch.


By now, this alien had picked up some human dialogue and was able to thank Mistress Maggie for undertaking these valuable experiments on her captive subject.


Caution: This 02:19 clip has audio.

Friday, 25 July 2025

Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of ...

... Saline. 


Quite a celebration for my 250th session with my excellent Mistress Maggie. Why the title? Well, initially I knew 100% what the end result of this session would be from the calling mail.

'Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and matching accessories to bring to session. Best to wear big pants'.


The reference to 'big pants' always suggests that I will be leaving The Chambers with an oversized scrotum that will need that extra bit of space to get home. I was convinced I was right until Mistress posted the following on X the morning of our appointment.


'It’s gonna be a doggy style day'.


Being outsmarted by my Mistress is not that hard to achieve as I am but a dumb servant. The question on my lips as I arrived was whether I would be receiving a pegging, a pumping or both?


Mistress laughed when I mentioned my dilemma and said the picture on X had absolutely nothing to do with the session, and yes, it was big ball time.


During my boot veneration of those wonderfully shiny, red PVC thigh high boots I detected a slightly more serious approach to the encouragement to my backside. I heard one or two unusually loud crop cracks as leather met bare bottom, but by the time Mistress reached that stage I was beyond hurting and simply arched my buttocks to offer my cheeks for more kisses from the crop.


In almost no time I was into my red latex catsuit to accompany the matching gloves and socks that I had changed into during my brief trip to The Bathroom. I managed the suit almost on my own, but needed a little assistance with getting my arms comfortably installed. I have to admit I do like that bit of assistance and the gentle touch of Mistress’s hands that goes with it.

Maggie gave me a rub down to remove any talc splashes, and to help Maggie so she didn't have to bend down I finished the cleaning below the knees. I was now ready for my butt plug, which slipped in easily once lubed and I am starting to feel there is something missing when I am not wearing it.


With our Initial preparations over we adjourned to The Clinic where my view was drawn to a very neatly arranged series of red rubber straps, and the surprise of the new red hood that Mistress had invested in sitting precisely on The Couch where my head would be. There was nothing unusual about this neat arrangement as Mistress has always been so organised with her preparation and it is these little details that help define Mistress as the best of the best.


It didn't take long for the straps to be re-arranged and placed at appropriate points around my body and arms. Once they were all fastened I had no arm movement and was once again totally under control. I could still walk but that didn’t last for long, once I’d arranged myself on the couch as instructed my legs were strapped together in the same way. 


In preparation for aroma deployment Maggie taped a cannula in place; a superb piece of kit designed and made by Maggie's husband, the new hood fitted like a second skin over the cannula, it’s front outer cover remained open for the moment and I felt truly relaxed.


A group of four T.E.N.S. electrodes were placed in the area above my groin and immediately turned on, and there they stayed, pulsing away for virtually the remainder of the session, creating the most frustrating yet exciting feeling. Frustrating because they were just outside the range to allow my release yet exciting because the sensation was akin to Mistress gently massaging and stroking that area.

Two further e-stim circuits were added through the groin area, but with my legs bound together it was hard to open the zip sufficiently, making it tricky for Mistress to place the electrodes where they were wanted and getting the circuit live. Perseverance is always the name of the game and eventually I was subjected to all circuits sending their random sensations about my lower body. 


Ah, the main event. Hurray! Big ball time!


I couldn't see what Mistress was applying to my cock and balls, it turned out to be some kind of mesh bag, red of course in keeping with Maggie's theme. It was tied in place with a tight string capturing my cock and balls. Looking at the pictures, that whole area reminded me of a vegetable bag for holding carrots. Strange how my mind works at times, 


My cannula tube was attached to the aroma pump now, and once Maggie had added a quantity of my favourite aromas to the system I was privileged to receive my first pump of the day. Its effect was instant, sending me into a deeper state of relaxation, which was just as well because the next event was the installation of two needles for delivering the saline.


With the sterile environment created round my abdomen I barely felt the two needle pricks being pushed into my scrotum, and was almost dropping off to sleep when Mistress announced the drips were set up and both were running nicely. It’s a fairly slow process and there is little or no feeling of your scrotum being expanded.

Aware of the 'dead' time between starting the filling and the ball sac accepting the whole litre of saline solution, Mistress would be including some training activities to keep me engaged while the hours whiled by. I knew my nipples were about to receive attention when my nipple zips were opened and my nipples treated to a talcing. 


Out came a pair of nipple towers the nipple training started, I really did not appreciate these pesky bits of equipment, they had to be screwed so tight to obtain even the weakest of grips and frequently had to be reattached after each nipple in turn made a break for freedom. The repeated re-attachment makes for a severe test of willpower, but more importantly they were starting to annoy Mistress and ultimately they were consigned to the bin. Maggie left to find something more 'suitable'. 


Returning with the Tower Of Pain, another fiendish creation by Maggie's husband, John. Mistress was far more happy using this, it seemed to work a treat and even when its clamps stretched my nipples ‘til taut I was able to breath through the pain, not without help from my nurse’s magical medicinal aromas being fed through my cannula of course. It showed how much I was under Mistress’s spell when I accepted her kind offer of some cream to sooth my nipples, which were quite elongated by now.


The cream was presented in a petri dish and my kind nurse carefully applied it to each of my nipples with a cotton bud. It had a slight warming effect but that didn’t deter me from from saying yes when offered some more. It turned out to be Deep Heat. Normally this would make me flinch, but today, just the opposite, I had nothing to complain about, after all I had my kind caring, considerate owner looking after my poor nipples, and not wishing to waste the contents of her petri dish she also visited my balls and devilishly applied the remaining cream randomly about them. That didn't register at all, possibly the saline insulated the pain?


As my scrotum continued to fill I was finally treated to the full effect of the new latex hood, when its outer hood was zipped all the way up over my face it acted like a rebreather hood, yet being a transparent latex I could see through it and watch as my Mistress went about her business, something I’ve not been able to do for a long time, another advantage is that the rubber does not appear to steam up so the vision is never degraded. I was also handed the aromas pump ball that allowed me to self medicate. I really cannot speak too highly of the new hood which was a great surprise and will serve as a memento of my 250th session with Maggie.

I think in the couple of hours of ‘filling time' we did not achieve the full litre, Maggie estimated my balls had about 800mm of saline. That was that in terms of available time, but when released from the carrot bag I was encouraged to have a little walk around then through to The Playroom to feel my ball’s heavy weight and admire our handywork in the full length mirror. 


I just had a homogenous blob where once my useless cock and balls were, in their place I now had a useless football between my legs. By no way unusual when filled with saline, the whole area felt cold, but it felt truly great to know that my owner had been able to perform this operation on her very willing slave.


A quick trip to The Bathroom had me soaking the towel that had a few spattering's of blood and I rather erroneously announced that the British Army wore red coats to hide the blood and justified this buy quoting the film Zulu! I just hope that Mistress Maggie doesn't take umbrage. I Googled it and the British Army's red coats, or "redcoats," were primarily a result of practical and economic factors rather than a deliberate choice for camouflage or intimidation. Red dye. Sorry Mistress.


As the final accolade to session 250, Mistress deemed fit to stamp me with her seal of approval above each nipple. It wore off the next time I showered, but I was honoured to wear it for even a short period:


Friday, 13 June 2025

Friday the 13th's Test and Exam

Today's festivities commenced with me licking, kissing and generally worshipping Mistress Maggie's rather nice, rather soft and very smooth white  PVC boots, until you reach the soles that is. I have commented in previous blogs on how well the treads on these knee boots are formed, and if like today I am instructed to clean the soles they do make licking a rough job.

By this time I had already changed into my red and black latex shorts, latex socks and gloves, as is usual Mistress gave me a few light strokes with her riding crop to 'encourage' my worship, even though encouragement isn't really necessary it keeps Maggie happy and I must admit the sound of the crop across my tight latex buttocks makes a very satisfying thwack, not to mention the heavenly sting as crop meets either latex or skin.


I suppose if I am following the chronology of today's events I should mention that the calling mail yesterday gave the broadest hint of what was to follow in this session:  

'Your nurse will be conducting a session that will hopefully send you home with a confident smile'.


For once I guessed 100% correctly when I concluded that Mistress was going to be performing a dental examination and operations on me. What remained unclear was the content or duration of the examination, but I allowed myself a pat on the back for assessing the calling mail correctly which is a pretty rare occurrence for me.


Speaking of pats on the back, thinking of the welfare of her subject Mistress had planned to help me with my poor spelling and it would be more than a pat on the back if I got it wrong. 

As I presented myself over the horse, Maggie slid my shorts down to give unrestricted access to my cheeks. I got the distinct impression that Maggie was not at all pleased with reading such rubbish in my blogs and emails, her annoyance landed fairly and squarely on both my naked buttocks with a beach shoe. If it wasn't so painful I might have laughed when she said she only had one beach shoe because that was all she needed! That must have been some feet, or should I say foot, finding just one sandal!

My spelling test consisted of six words which I was asked to verbally spell out:


mouth, ankle, cord, apologise, ecstasy, waist. 


There was little difference between my spelling them out on paper or spelling them verbally with my ass in the air, somehow I managed to get 50% wrong and my arse cheeks suffered appropriately. Even when I spelt apologise correctly, muttering that I had stopped putting 2 P's in it years ago when I had received a similar thwacking for getting it wrong. That did me no good, reminding Mistress of my previous transgression earned me even more thwacks and as I lay across the horse. I ended with rosy cheeks and a relieved smile when the beach shoe was finally put down.


I was then escorted through to The Clinic where I was given a latex operating gown in black and red to put on, Mistress then assisted me into an open faced hood along with a pair of dark glasses for eye protection. It was a good job I wasn’t planning on going anywhere as Mistress began strapping me down to the couch very securely. As a final level of protection, Maggie covered me in a latex dental bib and I was ready for my examination.

As I have come to expect, Mistress was meticulous in her safety preparations and actually saw her donning 4 new pairs of latex gloves during her operations. On reflection that might have been to provide some level of protection from being bitten by her slave! The examination was thorough, employing mirror, cheek retractor and descaling tools, followed by a hoover to get rid of any debris. A glass was presented to me and I was told to swill out my mouth with its contents. The mouthwash was not as expected, in fact it was Mistress’s fresh pee. I did as told and swished it round and round, savouring the flavour; essence of Mistress, before spitting it into an awaiting bowl.


Down to the real business end of dentistry. Fillings and drillings. First of all the gas anesthetic. I believe it was the poppers that were delivered through the anaesthetic mask although Maggie mentioned it was via her halothane set-up. I have no idea what that is as all I could see through the goggles was a dark green haze and the anaesthetic mask delivering my welcome dose of aromas. Perhaps I will ask what the halothane set-up consisted of, but at the time I was so deeply engrossed in my Mistress that the question alluded me.

Mistress was busy working on one tooth with her electric drill and giving me helpful advice on correctly cleaning my teeth and gums. As soon as she had finished with the drill I was given a demonstration on how to use a Jennings mouth gag, Mistress recommended one as part as my oral hygiene routine, as wearing one whilst brushing gives better access to hard to reach areas. She stopped at mentioning its effectiveness in keeping your mouth open AND gagging the patient too.


Mistress also needed to work on one of the rear teeth and stuffed the cavity between gum and cheek with several cotton rolls to reduce saliva, then started work once again with her electric drill. The cotton rolls appeared to have a mind of their own and kept popping out, returned, only to pop out once more. A second dose of suction rid my mouth of any gritty bits of teeth that the drill might have dislodged, and of course a second rinse with the pee. Just before the second mouthwash I did ask if I could rinse and drink and received a firm instruction, ‘NO. Spit it out!’

 

Keen to make further use of the dental instruments, they were all wiped down with disinfectant wipes and put on a sterile drape ready to be used in much more sinister operations. I would never have guessed that dental tools could be used at the other end of my body as electrodes for more of Maggie's electrickery.


Elastic bands were used to closely join the instruments into two pairs of electrodes, raising my rubber gown Mistress fastened them like tight clamps on different parts of my cock. With two electro-loops on my cock as well and two electro pads at the top of my legs I’d be having three stimming circuits bouncing around my nether regions. I wasn't wrong when I thought this experience would be pretty intense! A bit like artillery, Maggie did a couple of range finders to determine the starting range of her control boxes and over a short time ramped things up to 'interesting' levels. Fortunately, Mistress plied me with more aromas and I was able to manage with only a few ouches and moans. Covered with a green latex sheet I was left to fry for a while until Mistress was satisfied I had cooked enough.

When we finished I did comment to Mistress that she must be sweating heavily, because I certainly was and I was only lying down. To my surprise and delight, Maggie lay down on the couch, raised her operating gown and I was instructed to lick and clean her stomach where a good amount of sweat had collected. This was a true honour, one that I’d not been granted previously and starting with long slow licks I cleaned her skin, I then realised that to dry Mistress I would have to blow, so that I did in a gentle way all over her stomach area. Thank you for that real treat Mistress.


Afterwards we had a little time to spare and once again I was able to revel in helping Maggie with cleaning the latex and The Clinic.


As a final comment I should mention that Mistress is an expert in role play and this dental examination was incredibly life like and although I didn't really have my teeth drilled or filled I could well have believed I had! Mistress Maggie draws the line at that aspect (I think).


Warning: this 02:07 dental hygiene clip has audio

Warning: this 02:19 dental treatment clip has audio
Warning: this 2:18 unconventional dental treatment clip has audio