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 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

Live Wire Act

I really receive intense satisfaction and immense pleasure from being able to act as Mistress Maggie’s guinea pig or crash test dummy. Both pig and dummy fit my status as her slave, but the important part is that it allows me to fulfil my promise to do everything Mistress asks, immediately and without question. I also get pleasure in knowing I am helping other subjects receive the most wonderful tested experiences. Mistress treats me like a responsible (almost) slave and always gives me a comprehensive explanation of any new projects she wishes to test on me, and I in turn am expected to give comprehensive feedback about the effects and affects of the new procedure.

Sometimes Mistress gives a hint about what she has planned during a session in the calling mails she sends to me, and this time the hint was accurate.

Your Mistress will be training you to perform in her live wire act. 

From that I gathered it would be a new experience involving electrics and I wasn’t wrong. The thought of some new testing had my pulse racing and other parts stirring on my way to The Chambers.

Nice day, arrived on time to be greeted by my owner in a fetching nurses outfit of brief black latex leotard, gloves and stockings held up with statement red suspenders which really accentuated her beautiful legs, all topped off with her red nurses cap and sinister black cross. I was back where I wanted and needed to be.

I returned from the Bathroom where I’d been instructed to change into my black latex socks and gloves and assumed my kneeling position ready to worship Mistress’s footwear. To my surprise before starting my work, Mistress had me turn round and crawl backwards towards her chair until my bottom was caressing her open thighs. For a brief moment it was very exciting as I could feel her stockings, but in rapid time my arse was lubed up and my red butt plug was lodged in its home like a rat up a drainpipe.

Now I could start my boot worship which I was able to do feeling stuffed in the rear. I was honoured; well Mistress said I was honoured, to receive encouragement from her oldest 9 tail whip to encourage her subject with the homage.  Mistress used it moderately to ensure my tongue moved diligently. The encouragement is never needed as I was already well under Maggie’s spell and enjoying the caress of the 9 tail, 

Moments later I received a gentle stroke through my hair, yep I still have a reasonable covering, and was told the time had come to get into my rubber.Today I’d be wearing my thick working suit that Maggie had measured me up for when I was buying latex wear from Invincible. The routine is tried and tested. A little talc to assist dressing, gently massaging to distribute the talc within the suit but without spilling it on the carpet, and by now I am able to largely don the suit under my own steam. Ankle and wrist zips fastened and all that remains is a quick polish by Mistress. I love the feeling of standing arms outstretched as Mistress gently rubs a towel to remove any smears of powder that have found their way onto the surface of her rubbered slave.

Now suited and shiny, Mistress grabbed the ring on my collar and led me through to The Clinic, needless to say I followed! On arrival I was inserted into a simple red latex straight jacket which captured my arms in a sweet embrace. The couch had been covered with a cream latex sheet which I was to lie on. Once my legs had been secured in the raised stirrups. Maggie opened my crotch zip in order to expose my butt plugged bum. Toying with a string of anal beads that she was holding up for me to view she said, ‘There’s only one place for these to go isn’t there slave?’. My butt plug was removed and the string of balls quickly crowded into that obvious place. ‘Ahh, there’s still plenty of room left in there’, she said and promptly reinserted my butt plug alongside the balls. That raised a titter from Maggie and a big smile from me, while down below something else was raised as well. Another first and surprisingly comfortable too.

Mistress raised the back of the couch so I could sit almost bolt upright and began strapping me securely in place. She explained that she was going to attempt a nasal tube insertion, a procedure that was only 50% successful on a previous occasion. The tubes came out of a sterilisation pouch and were lubed up before being gently inserted, right nostril first. My gag reflex was considerable as the tube bent round, but I was pleased and relieved when Mistress said she could see it at the back of my throat With long forceps at the ready she was able to grab the tube and guide it out through my mouth. The same for my left nostril ensued leaving me with two tubes, one per nostril with good lengths protruding from my mouth. Hurray, we had accomplished what we had failed to achieve last time.

Fitting the white latex hood on me was a simple matter of feeding the nasal tubes through the appropriate holes then zipping up the back. Mistress then joined the ends of the hoses to create a rubber ring in each nostril. This training served the purpose of bringing me closer to being able to wear a hood that has long integrated nasal tubes, an idea that Mistress knows I’ve been fascinated with for some time.

Mistress was struggling with lifting the heavy extension that she was now fitting to the couch. I wish I could have helped but I was securely strapped down and was wearing the straight jacket! Mistress persisted until it snapped into place. She didn’t need to struggle to open my crotch zip further though, and with a swift twiddle and tie had my cock and balls securely roped tight.

Not wanting her guinea pig to be leaving the table mid operation, Mistress chose to catheterise me; a procedure which is becoming harder and harder due to the tightness of my foreskin, which now restricts access to my urethra. Eventually I did experience the familiar thrill I get whenever I surrender my bladder control to my Mistress, when after around five minutes of hit and miss, she eventually slipped it in.

And now the real guinea pig duties were explained. Maggie was going to weave a sterile steel wire into my cock which would be used to create an electric circuit and a second circuit would be created using a piercing needle as an electrode. Having the wire inserted was a little uncomfortable but not painful, Maggie threaded the wire through the skin on my shaft in four places, and I was being fed hearty applications of a rather nice aroma through an anaesthetic mask during the whole procedure. I am so well trained to accept needles that I barely felt anything when she added the piercing needles to her arrangement. 

Maggie aired her disappointment at the amount of blood the wire had caused, she is not afraid of blood but does consider spilled blood unhygienic, as a result she tries to keep any bleeding to a minimum wherever possible. Besides the little bleed, the stitching had progressed well and it was time to start adding some electrics. Two electro pads were attached at the top of my legs to allow the two electric circuits to be complete and we were ready for the live wire act that I’d been advised I’d be performing in!

The two circuits started well and worked for a time at acceptable levels, until a most excruciating belt across my cock and balls had me shrieking like a guinea pig for Mistress. We managed to stop the shriek and proceeded with a few blasts of the remedial juice I’d been inhaling. When the same thing happened a second time, Mistress turned off the circuits and declared that she will not be using this method in future and so the ‘live wire performance’ was concluded. We decided that the two circuits could interfere with each other too easily by using the wire, creating a powerful shock, and the movement caused by my excitement may have contributed. This is one new procedure that will not be inflicted on other slaves and I have completed my role of pig-cum-crash test dummy. Win win for me and other slaves.

The cath’s bung was removed and I was finally able to release what felt like a gallon of pent up pee into a collection bag. I was so glad about this, because what followed next may well have forced a tsunami of pee from its reservoir!

As a reward for the guinea piggery, Mistress granted me a good long pegging. She told me that she’d applied a hook through my foreskin to keep my cock and balls nicely tied out of the way, which was strange because I hadn’t noticed, maybe because I was so relieved that the electrics were off. There wasn't enough room alongside the beads and butt plug already occupying my ass to slip a strap on dildo in as well, so these were removed. With all the room created, the huge dildo didn’t feel as huge as it had looked and slid in smoothly and so sensually as Mistress proceeded to give my bum a complete and thorough workout. The first one for a while, one that I was grateful to receive and I loved it.

I think it is fair to say that other slaves will not be subjected to the live electrified wire and I am really grateful for everything that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience, and as I said at the start, I love being a guinea pig for my owner.

Caution: This 2min clip has audio

No Sweat Slave

It was an incredible spring afternoon as I approached the Chambers. There was just a slight chill in the air but not enough to dampen the thoughts of another rare outdoor adventure. After all, what else would a self-respecting slave expect when the calling email from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘ …Your Mistress thinks it might be nice to enjoy some greenery… ‘

Could we be taking a nice stroll in the park, perhaps with me wearing my latex working suit under…?? Well, the reality was far from my thoughts as Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I could tell she wasn’t really dressed for outdoor adventures. Once more my Mistress had my head in a spin and heading in the totally wrong direction. That is one of the reasons I will do anything for her, she knows my thoughts, she knows how to wind me up and most importantly knows how to tune my mind to her way of thinking.

Following Mistress up the stairs, I met the same familiar feeling I always do whenever I gaze at the physique that is inches from my eyes, generally I am very well behaved and try not to overstep the boundaries, and once again I refrained from planting a kiss. I wonder if one day Mistress will allow me to take a picture from my view on the stairs? Well, I can hope.

In the Playroom Maggie had her new heater on high and the room was pleasantly warm verging on hot. I gathered I might be in for a hot sweaty session but first I was restricted to latex socks and gloves as the warm air wafted around my exposed body. Maggie was wearing knee boots and on instruction I fell to the ground where I eagerly set about my task of cleaning them with a little encouragement from her stout riding crop. Mistress informed me that she had already cleaned them earlier and only a little polishing was necessary. It didn’t hinder my sense of complete servitude as I continued with my worship which always comes with the bonus of an occasional glance upwards to see a happy smiling, beautiful face, and the knowledge that Mistress is in charge of a very willing servant.

If previous patterns were being followed, today would involve mainly Clinic time and I wasn’t wrong this time. Once I had laid my Invincible latex suit out for airing and warming, I was led through to the Clinic and invited to sit on the couch which was draped with a soft green plastic sheet. Another thing I noticed as we entered was the warmth emanating from another new room heater making the clinic considerably warmer than the Playroom. I sat down on the plastic and immediately I could feel myself starting to stick. It is a rather nice feeling that I normally associate with the latex sheets and I must admit that the touch of the plastic was most exciting. Perhaps Mistress is exploring other areas of my libido and guiding me towards plastic as well as rubber? As I said Mistress reads me like an open book.

Mistress brought out a soft, thick rubber spongy type of thing and used it to cover my mouth, the likes of which I have never encountered before. It was roughly the shape of an eye shade. It wasn’t a blindfold, only shaped like one and it was extremely effective at keeping a slave silent and covered my mouth completely. Like any well trained slave, I held it in place whilst Maggie wound a stretchy bandage tightly round my head to secure the gag in place. Not content with a mouth covering I think Mistress got carried away in the thrill of the moment and continued to wind the stretchy bandage round and round until my head was completely mummified, apart from my nose which allowed me a plentiful supply of nice, warm air. Through the bandage all I could 'see' was a creamy glow which didn’t even allow me to follow Mistress’s shadow as she moved quietly round her subject.

In for a penny, I complied immediately with the instruction to have my wrists shackled behind me with the clinic’s tough white leather wrist cuffs, these were so expertly and tightly applied by Maggie, as was the posture collar to stop me from nodding off!. Blind and shackled, the excitement was growing and growing as to what my owner wanted to do with her plaything.

I didn’t have long to wait before finding out some of her plans, as Mistress was now applying the metal ball stretcher to encourage ball sac growth. When I say applying, I mean my mischievous balls were willing to participate except they were definitely NOT exhibiting the good training they have previously received. One of them did a Houdini and managed to escape, then did exactly the same escapology act on Maggie’s second attempt at capturing the pair of them, I wondered whether she might chastise them. ‘You’ve obviously been doing far too much wanking slave. I want full balls next time’, she said. The one remaining ball was left stretching as we moved onto the ‘greenery’ phase, not that I was aware at the time what was being applied. 

The first contact was a copious application of some form of lubricant on and around both nipples. The second contact was the fixing and pumping of two breast cups, one on either side, and at that point I came into contact with some greenery in the shape of stingy nettles. Maggie quietly said these were her first crop and a special treat for my nipples. As I’ve mentioned in previous nettle related blogs, the early small twigs really are the lethal ones and these were no exception. A few more pumps to each breast cup made my chest really swell up and I got the full flavour of this year’s fresh greenery. 

That wasn’t the only pumping that Maggie was doing during this part of my training, a smaller suction cup was also applied to the one remaining stretched ball, as a present for being well behaved. Meanwhile at the top end I was being administered with some rather nice and relaxing pumped aromas through an anaesthetic mask that Mistress presented over my nose. Mistress really does know how to look after her subjects.

Now un-bandaged and with the breast cups removed we briefly returned to the Playroom so I could clamber into my Invincible working suit, the quick insertion of my trusty butt plug rubberised me a little further and it was back to the Clinic for part two. We were both to dress in the plastic hazmat suits that had been quietly hanging on the wall, the intention was to have a heated session isolated in our suits and enjoy some shared breathing through a bubble bottle that was arranged on the Gas Station.

There was even more greenery as we helped each other into the hazmat suits. It had been a while since we last wore them and it took quite a bit of muddling around before we were both warmly inserted in our green plastic. Before we went any further Maggie insisted that we perform a safety check, to see whether we were able to unzip our hoods with the oversized gloves we now had on, ensuring that a quick escape could be achieved if need be. Mistress is for ever cautious about her subjects and this time was FAR more important as it involved Mistresses safety too. 

Next came the rubber boots. I had been instructed to bring mine and was delighted to be able to help Maggie pull her boots on as well. Anyway, why put your own boots on when you have a willing slave to do the work? Our Israeli gas masks went on along with breathing hoses fed through the rear openings in the hazmats. With the two hoses joined with a T connector we could both go on to breathe through the bubbles.

However, I knew my Mistress was becoming exhausted from all the exertion of organising suits, gas masks and apparatus etc. and all I wanted to do was try and help ease the burden. She does like a few photos, so it didn’t help when to top everything off the camera tripod started to droop for some unfathomable reason. The only option was for Maggie to try to stabilise it wearing the most inappropriate pair of gloves! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was suffering heat exhaustion as well, as it was getting decidedly warm inside. It was time for a break, to allow Maggie to just sit down and have chance to cool down.

After the trials and tribulations of the journey we were both finally able to enjoy the fruits of Maggie’s labour’s. Totally enclosed in our plastic suits, plumbed into the Gas Station and breathing steadily we were bubbling away. Maggie climbed onto the couch and we were able to enjoy some cuddle time. Even through the hazmats, Mistress looked and felt so magnificent that there was a danger of my hand straying into forbidden areas. Not that that was likely!

As a lovely conclusion to the session I was left on the couch on my own, and as I was no longer sharing air with my Mistress I had intoxicating aromas blended with my bubbles. I was so happy and relaxed that I just lay quietly and luxuriated in the experiences that I had been allowed to have. However, Mistress appeared with a final surprise in the shape of her Hitachi wand which she played over my plastic and rubber coated groin, adding excitement to my already awesome situation. Another perfect session and one that just reinforces why I am so devoted to my perfect Mistress Maggie.

Ah yes, just one final comment about the title of the blog, 'no sweat slave'. Previously, when I was quite a bit younger, I would have been dripping sweat from all parts of my latex suit to such an extent that I would need to stand on a towel to avoid drenching the Playroom carpet each time I undressed. On this occasion, even with the room hotter than on all previous occasions, hardly any liquid spilled out when I de-suited. Perhaps it is all part of my conditioning towards becoming a better slave, or perhaps as I get old I just don’t sweat as much? I wonder if a medical study is required?