SINS for a Slave

It is no sin to worship a beautiful dominant woman, nor is it a sin to do anything Mistress Maggie wishes, willingly and immediately without question. These are consensual acts of a dominant/subservient slave relationship. Therefore, you may be wondering what SINS I could possibly be revealing and be curious enough to carry on reading my ramblings.

The scene for today’s encounter with my Mistress was teasingly set yesterday evening with the call to worship -

‘Your nurse is sharpening her needles’, said the message.

From this, it was obvious that I was to be stitched up again; not a sin because I have had quite a few needles willingly inserted into various parts of my anatomy, and they were all carried out with my full consent. It is difficult to describe why I want Mistress to do whatever she wishes to her slave, but it boils down to the fact that I feel happiest when I can say that Maggie has finished our sessions in a happier frame of mind then at the start.

I suppose some may consider it a sin that I derive so much pleasure from worshipping the very ground that my owner walks on or even the very glossy PVC boots that I worshipped so diligently at the start of this session, but it isn’t. Today, the shiny white boots received a lot of licking and kissing attention as I attended to all the areas that Mistress instructed, the tip of her crop guiding my tongue to exactly where she wished me to clean. I experienced the thrill of Mistress’s crop being applied ever so gently across my back as I continued to work, anticipating and steeling myself in readiness for any harder strokes from the crop, but they never materialised. The occasional, very gentle touch only aroused me even more, and once again I was being elevated into the space often described as ‘the zone’.

Kneeling in front of my Mistress I had my latex working hood pulled over my face and now felt completely at ease, strangely it enhances my deep feelings and submissive relationship towards my owner. It begins to turn me into Maggie's rubber toy; no identity, nothing apart from ‘slave’. I also appreciated the fact that Maggie lubed up my backside and gently but firmly slipped in my own red plug. What nearly caught me by surprise was Mistress's request for me to recite my slave promise to her. I had not recited it recently, I stumbled a little and was a little hesitant, particularly with the part about others to join her in servitude, as Mistress is now semi retired and I know she no longer entertains new slave applications.

For reference, my slave vow to my Mistress is:

I promise that I will do my best:

To love my Mistress,

To serve my Mistress,

To help others to join my Mistress in slavery,

To keep the Mistresses Law.

and

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

I always try to be faithful to this promise.

It certainly wasn't a sin to accept a real privilege that’s only occasionally granted by Mistress. I was offered the opportunity to caress and worship her latex covered derriere which immediately had a massive effect on my cock. Although it did restrict access to both buttocks somewhat, I shrewdly decided that an approach from the side would be the safest approach to offer my services, approaching her from the rear with a raging hard-on may well have appeared disrespectful. That may well have counted as a sin! Perhaps next time, and hopefully there will be a next time, I will have the confidence to kneel behind Maggie and perform as her slave and not a horny hot blooded subject! Thank you Maggie for that rare luxury.

By now, my butt plug had warmed up my arsehole and was ready to be replaced with something a bit bigger; an electro plug. Maggie used a stout latex harness to keep it in place. True to her meticulous nature, the straps were tightened to a very snug fit and adjusted so that they were mirrored on both sides. Despite the fact that the rubber harness would eventually be covered by two layers of latex, the symmetry epitomises Maggie’s insistence on perfection wherever possible.

I was to be dressed in two thick rubber layers, the first layer being my own Invincible catsuit, and I hope that I was able to pleasantly surprise Mistress by being able to climb into the garment unaided. The reflection I saw in the Playroom mirror was that of a big black rubber plaything, a completely anonymous one that was ready to please. I quickly received the second rubber layer that had been patiently hanging from the overhead, and this time I did need assistance in sliding into the single legged body bag. 

There was just sufficient movement between my feet to allow me to waddle, penguin style, through to the Clinic. As always, Mistress who is always amused to see me waddling, was close by to ensure I didn’t fall. Fortunately I have performed this activity before and was quite stable. I was instructed to be careful not to stand on the trailing electric cable as Maggie would be furious if I were to pull my butt plug out.

Once in the clinic I waddled to the centre of the latex covered couch and gently eased myself into exactly the right position. I have had good training in achieving this. Once comfortable, I was delighted that Mistress had chosen the panoramic gas mask for me to wear which, as its name implies gives excellent vision of Mistress and all of her Clinic. It also accommodates easy fixing of the aromas pump hose which proved to be a vital accessory as the session progressed.

Mistress entertained herself by putting some power into my butt plug, she was somewhat surprised that I wasn’t screaming my arse off when she ramped up the electrics to their max of 99 on the dial. To me my ass stimming was not excessive, but nicely noticeable, but Maggie thought it best to lower the dial, just in case at some stage it would please her to surprise me with the full belt of level 99 again!

Before we had hopped into the Clinic, Mistress had taken the precaution to line up the nipple zips in both suits so she had easy access to my nipples when their time for torment arrived. I was securely strapped to the couch, Mistress pulled on each strap with considerable strength, ensuring they were as tight as possible. My exposed nipples had a pair of simple white nipple clips applied to them, I knew they were there but not producing a cruel torment, just a dull ache and I guessed there may be something worse to follow! And now the part of the training that I was made aware of. The suturing of my cock and balls into one of Maggie's mangina creations. ‘I won’t be creating anything too elaborate today’, she said, ‘but I want my suturing to be the tidiest I have ever done’.

A scene was set, the couch was raised to an ideal working height, a white aseptic field arranged around my operation zone, my genitals sponged with disinfectant and I was treated to a full narrative of events as my nurse became busy with her needles. Maggie counted ‘one, two, three’, before starting a new suture which went on to be pulled tight and knotted four times. ‘I'll make sure these won’t be coming out in a hurry’, she said.

It was at this point that I was pleased the aromas pump hose was being put to excellent use, because the nine stitches I received were accompanied by the same number of good puffs of the pump. The affect of these particular aromas was my ability to relax into the needle pricks. A slight wince occasionally, but I think Mistress was pleased with how she was able to sew up the area with no interruptions from a struggling slave. Again, the care that is taken with a patient in this environment was evident, because Maggie wore a facemask to minimise giving her slave her cold, in fact she had worn it for most of our session.

It turned out that Maggie had been thinking about the next phase for a couple of years, and today was the day I was yet again given the privilege of being her Guinea Pig for another of her fiendish ideas. To facilitate this devious plan my headgear needed to be changed, off came the panoramic gas mask, the inflatable hood with its built in anaesthesia mask took its place and was duly inflated. Headphones supplied me with music, I was a blind Guinea Pig too, as this hood doesn’t have eye holes. The ONLY way air could get in and out was through the front anaesthesia port, and this was soon attached to the two green rebreather bags that I had seen quietly waiting nearby.

I hope by now that my training allows me to breathe slowly and steadily, in this situation it didn’t take long before I got into the rhythm and was ready for a prolonged rebreathe session. In… Out… In … Out. I could sense when I was taking in fresh air because I needed to apply far more suction, and so far Mistress was happy that everything was working swimmingly.

Maggie took tremendous joy in swapping the relatively harmless nipple clips for a pair with a nasty bite, I sensed that she was doing some adjustment to the breathing bags, perhaps restricting the flow further by partially closing the taps, when in fact she was attaching the breathing bags to my nipple clamps with short pieces of string. From there on, each time I breathed out something happened to my nipples! Mistress did allow me a couple of breaks from the rebreathing by unplugging the bags, but I really had no idea what was happening as I still couldn’t see a thing.

The picture shows exactly what Mistress had achieved and why the heading to the blog:

SINS - Self Inflicted Nipple Stretching.

Every time I breathed out, the rebreather bags inflated and stood straight out from the mask, pulling my poor nipples upwards via the two strings. Breathe in and the bags deflated releasing the tension on the nipple clamps. Although a bit Heath Robinson’ish Mistress was very proud of the results, she mentioned afterwards that I could be the subject of future SINS once her devious experiment has been refined. Oh how I look forward to that pleasure!

Satisfied with the SINS, Maggie moved on to a little more electric stimulation. The sensation in my butt plug began gradually rebuilding again and I could feel electric pads being stuck on my balls, where my cock used to be. Pulsing and stimulation was the order of play for the next two or three musical tracks. Maggie then cleared the area so she could apply a copious amount of cool gel to my mangina and using her Doppler machine she listened carefully to my sutured area. There were a series of audible beeps coming from the wand . . .  ‘ That’s the sound of your encased cock straining to get out’, she mused. She wasn’t wrong, I was feeling very frustrated by this stage.

And then all hell broke loose in my nipples. I let out a scream and begged Maggie to stop, Stop, STOP!  I thought Maggie had applied an even worse fiendish method of ‘stimulating’ my nips. The irony was that she hadn’t added anything, it was the removal of the clamps that caused the excruciating pain. After Mistress explained this I was able to breathe through the diminishing pain and the session began reaching a natural conclusion.

My hood was finally removed and Mistress was dealing with my sutures. I asked if next time she removes stitches, perhaps she would be kind enough to allow me a few more puffs of the aromas. I know I’d been warned that they wouldn’t be coming out in a hurry, but the discomfort associated with the stitch removal was far worse than their insertion.

I believe Mistress Maggie ended the session in a good frame of mind and happier than at the start. If that is the case my job has been successful. I certainly left with a smile on my face as Maggie suggested I need to check that all stitches were actually out. Only a tease, of course they were and I returned home a very happy bunny that I had experienced SINS!.

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.

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