NEVER Trust A Nettle

Today started with a very excited slave, happy to be serving Mistress once again. Arriving on time, I was delighted to be greeted by Mistress Maggie in a skin tight purple latex ensemble The tightness of her latex trousers across her beautiful buttocks had me mesmerised as they undulated towards the Playroom. I complemented Maggie on her natural hair style as it was the first time in a long time that Mistress freed her hair and hadn't covered it. It looked great! 

As usual I was dispatched to The Bathroom to change into my black latex socks and gloves and I noticed an innocuous sprig of nettles nestling in the bath. I was pleased because the stem looked old, and from previous experience, it is the younger, fresh sprigs that are the most potent. I didn't think any more about their stingability until the very end of the session, but more about that later.

Mistress made sure I received a good whipping as I licked and worshipped her boots. Not as hard as the thrashing I had last session, but sufficiently firm to remind me who the boss is. It wasn't long until I was instructed to don my heavy latex catsuit, which I managed to get in all on my own! By the time I had zipped all 4 zips firmly in place I felt quite pleased with my achievements, glad that I’d not needed Maggie to assist and put unnecessary strain on her recovering shoulder.

‘On to the bed slave, bum in the air’, said Mistress, and I was once more re-introduced to my red ribbed butt plug. It felt quite at home and remained snuggled right up to the end of our session. I hadn't worn it continuously  for quite a while and I felt delightfully plugged. To top off her rubber toy’s uniform for the day, Mistress fitted me with a nice and comfortable black latex hood with eyes, nose and mouth openings, and I was now Maggie's rubber plaything once more. 

Still on the bed I was told to flip over onto my back, where by chance I had a little cuddle with Ted, Mistress’ leather bear. I couldn't get too affectionate because the spikes round his neck truly lived up to their name! Ted is witness to all events that happen in the playroom, and I did get a few whispered comments about our owner before Maggie prevented any more secrets being divulged by returning him to his place of honour on the shelf. It 's strange how Ted's whispers sound very like a deeper version of Mistress Maggie's voice!

My cock and balls were secured in a rope harness and as I glanced down I detected a silver ring had been knitted into the arrangement. Hmmm. Interesting!

Mistress then joined me on the bed where, sitting alongside me, she began stroking the only naked bits of her rubber toy with her suede gloves, a totally different sensation to rubber gloves and quite pleasant.

What was more interesting and somewhat restrictive was the heavy leather straitjacket Maggie then fitted round her slave. I felt a little embarrassed when Mistress commented that the straps would only go round once because I am too fat!

Anyway, I soon found out the reason for the ring as I was perched on the spanking stool and had ankle cuffs fitted, and yes, you guessed it, my balls were latched to my ankles. Stretching my legs more than a couple of inches and I would have de-nutted myself! Actually a small amount of flexing was quite pleasurable although perhaps I shouldn't mention that. 

Mistress had decided that I would benefit from some prolonged breath play training, more specifically bagging breath play, and I would be sealed inside a plastic bag a little longer with each go. I hadn't been bagged for a while but that was about to change big style. Armed with her rustling plastic bag Maggie approached me with a cotton pad and soaked it with aromas.

The first serious bagging was a whiff of the pad then head in bag. I was determined to last as long as I could and actually wondered if I had the bottle to let it get to the stage of actually passing out. Maggie of course has never allowed things to go that far, I was not struggling too much before the bag was removed for a short breather. ‘This training session requires you to be prepared to take more extra breaths before asking me for any mercy’, Maggie instructed. ‘Do you understand?’ I responded with a simple 'Yes'.

The second bagging had the bag held on with a simple rope tie and Maggie was determined to break any of my self control as every time I was regulating my breathing she used her whip to 'tickle' my already compromised testicles. Heavier, targeted strokes from her whip had me forcing a sharp intake of breath and dragging those already depleted oxygen and aroma remnants down into my gasping lungs. This lasted for quite a while as Maggie smiled at her gasping slave through the plastic.

The third bagging was even more intense. Maggie soaked the wad again and placed the pad inside the bag again, just under my nose. Full blown, continuous aromas were now wafting around inside my polythene bag head. 

Although the plastic bag was roped on again I think I might have benefitted from a small gap somewhere around the neck seal, because I was able to go on far longer than I thought I was capable of achieving. It was a struggle and just on the cusp of suffocating but I kept going. I am not sure if I was just lucky or Maggie had planned it that way. In either case, I panted on, breathing in the aromas and this time so determined to go further. 

Again more whipping of balls to play with my breathing, a series of light and more meaningful floggings of my crotch had me twitching and struggling, and yes, Mistress' sadistic side surfaced and I am sure she enjoyed my struggles with her whip a lot more than I did. Thinking about it, if I really was able to pass out it would not be fair on my Mistress, because she does worry about her slaves and passing out is not a worry I want to present her with.

All good things come to an end, too soon on this occasion, despite me having a very long, enjoyable spell inside my bag, Mistress has a session plan and we were now moving to the next items on her list.

Once the rope harness was around my cock and balls was removed I was back on the bed to complete my rubberisation. A rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted. The excellent ball covering contains electrodes that Maggie attached to one of her electric boxes. That sensation is a wonderfully pulsating throb having the electrodes pressed onto balls by the rubber sheath, no escape and none wanted. I must admit that my cock was small today and my balls were less than cooperative, but as always Maggie persisted and fitted both and that was that. Just for fun, Maggie applied two vibrating bullets to the rubber cock sheath. My Mistress' ingenuity at tormenting her slave is boundless! 

The next scene had me laying on the plank that had been attached to the overhead gantry and Maggie was wrapping me with cling film. Not a full wrap, just  6" wide wraps at chest, waist and knees, each one also receiving a couple of turns of gaffer tape on top for extra security. At the time I wasn't certain what the wrappings were for, certainly not a full mummification like I have enjoyed on many previous occasions. Never mind, Mistress knows where this is heading.

I soon found out where it was going when Maggie raised the gantry, which in turn raised one end of the plank that I was taped to. As the angle increased the tape wrapping prevented me from sliding off, although as you might expect, there was a slight gravity induced slide down the glossy plank, until I was once more stationary and comfortable.

I no longer had anything exposed to the world apart from mouth, eyes and nose, and that was resolved with the addition of the fm12 gas mask with two hose ports. Two hoses were fitted to the mask, one to a bubble bottle and the other to the aromas pump hose that delivered many intoxicating blasts over the next ninety minutes of pleasurable and painful moments that Mistress allowed me to experience.

After a few quick puffs and a lot of loud bubbling Maggie unzipped both nipple zips and I was no longer totally sealed. Of course I couldn't be sealed because Mistress wanted to have needle fun with my nipples. I could feel several pins being pushed into my nipples, each one receiving equal amounts until eight had been deployed, each accompanied by a warning, ‘On a count of three slave - 1.. 2.. 3’, and a brief but nasty piercing sensation immediately followed the countdown. Mistress has trained me very well so I am now becoming able to accept needles without hardly a flinch.

A slight sensation was felt, as what turned out to be the sprig of nettles caressed my pinned nipples, but as I mentioned earlier, I was only expecting a mild additional sensation from this older sprig, especially as I was almost overwhelmed by the myriad of other sensations already coursing through various bits of my anatomy. Oh and I have forgotten to mention that Mistress had wired me in to several electrical circuits by this time, including one to either nipple; one stick on electrode and one clamped to a needle per nipple. No wonder the nettles were only a marginal increase in my 'pleasure' levels.

It was heading towards the end of the session when Mistress lowered the gantry to enable me a last incredibly erotic view of her absolutely superb breasts, so close to my ogling gas masked eyes that I am sure I could feel the warmth radiating from them. Even with needles and electric I still am  over the moon at how really good I feel at the sight of my Mistress. 

As we were changing at the end of another amazing session, I found out two facts: 

The first was that Maggie had been able to accept slaves this week and that was really good news. It meant that Mistress was well on the road to recovery. 

The second and far more alarming fact  was the reintroduction of the nettles following my comment about the almost imperceptible stimuli from the old sprig. I really shouldn't have made that comment, because Maggie fetched the offending sprig and began mischievously stroking my groin with it. Now I did feel that. But when she moved on to my nipples - YIKES!!!, it was like a lightening bolt… many times the sensation from any nettles I have experienced in the past. I have had to revise my assessment of nettle potency and will never trust the age of a nettle to determine its shock value.

I am receiving excellent training from Mistress Maggie and in turn Maggie knows exactly what to do with her rubber slave to get and give pleasure. I can't wait for my next session with the best Mistress I could wish for. Thanks Maggie.

Caution: This  2:19min bagging in a straitjcket clip has audio.  

Long Needle Mangina

I do really love being a Guinea Pig for Mistress Maggie and today was no exception. I suppose from a slaves perspective, to provide a genuine service to a fantastic Mistress is one of the highest accolades. Not that the calling mail gave any hint whatsoever what was about to unfold, just instruction to bring my heavy black latex catsuit to wear. A quick ring of the Chambers doorbell had Mistress greeting me in her slinky back catsuit, In fact the only bit of Mistress visible was her beautiful face that was framed in black latex and her shining black hair, giving that natural touch to an otherwise perfect latex façade.

Despite the very neutral calling mail, I knew I was in for yet another treat. Oh boy, I was SO tempted to plant a giant kiss on those undulating black orbs as we ascended to The Playroom, but I didn't. If Mistress wanted a kissed bottom, she would have stopped. As it was, I longed for it but my training has been thorough. What Mistress wants Mistress gets and don't overstep the boundaries!

Off to the Bathroom to return suitably clad in socks and gloves I took my place for the preliminary worship and licking of the boots. This time Maggie wielded her whip with a little more venom in a style that was not aimed at mere titillation. No, she meant some of those thwacks which turned out to be just a precursor of what I was about to receive. 'Over the Horse slave', she instructed.

Sticking to a theme, Mistress paraded a variety of mainly home made, paddles, belts, whips and tawses so I could see them, and I did detect a little sadism creeping in as Mistress first had me kiss some of the flagellation implements then laid into my back, bottom and thighs. Some of the blows really cracked the atmosphere and quite a few had me whimpering.

To finish off, Mistress brought out her trusty wooden hairbrush and by this time my arse didn't know whether it was coming or going, to the extent that I didn't even know if it was the firm side or brush side of the hairbrush! Still on the brighter side I was helping another slave, because Mistress wanted to test that her arm was fit enough to deliver a suitable flogging. I certainly think it is, so other slaves watch out! Even after 6 hours, when I was relaxing in a hot shower, my arse was tingling as the shower caressed my buttocks. That is how good a flogging I received.

After the flogging, I was allowed to put on my heavy latex suit, then I was back over the horse for metal electric butt plug to be fitted . If you read my last blog, it is the same one that went in so easily and provided such exciting stimulus. Well, on this occasion I think my arse was playing up, because no matter how Mistress tried and even with a dedicated harness we couldn't get it to stay in. We came to the conclusion that last time I was initially stretched by my red butt plug and I was told in no uncertain terms that I had to remind Mistress to use my plug first. No matter, another electric plug was retrieved and went in very easily. Not quite as vibrant as the metal one but still very capable of delivering those electric sensations.

Zipped up and snug in my latex suit from neck downwards we proceeded through to the Clinic, with a warning from Maggie, 'Don't step on the cables slave'. I was greeted with a black rubber covered gynae couch and instructed to mount said couch. Maggie then fitted me with the pair of inflatable gloves. I remembered the knack of making my hand as small and pointed as I could and the gloves easily engulfed both hands. Once pumped up I was a little disappointed that I couldn't sneak a quick stroke of Mistresses wonderful buttocks. Well I could stroke them, but with the gloves pumped I lost that really nice sensation of latex glove on latex bum, and more importantly I lost the ability to deliver that softest of soft touches that I think Maggie occasionally appreciates. 

Irrelevant as it happened, because Mistress attached wrist cuffs and secured both hands to the couch. I had no chance of delivering a sensual stroke now.

It was about this time when my life in the Clinic got a whole lot darker. It was as if the lights had been turned out and complete blackness descended on my person. Actually, nothing sinister. Mistress had fitted the all encompassing latex helmet, and though it had no eye holes I did occasionally manage to get a glimpse of light through the single anaesthesia port at the front. I now know how a cyclops saw the world. Mistress decided not to inflate the hood which produced really unusual effects once the connecting tube was attached and I was plunged into total darkness.

Once connected to what I assumed to be the bellows that I’d glimpsed on the way in, breathing in was easy, but when I breathed out Mistress must have fed it through some valving system, because the first part of the exhale resulted in the hood starting to inflate, but after a couple of seconds the valve gently hissed, the air was exhaled and the hood returned to a snug fit against my cheeks. I did spend quite a lot of time in complete darkness for the remainder of my time in the Chambers, but mindful as ever of her slaves wellbeing, the inlet valve was occasionally removed and I was questioned about my wellbeing during my long time managing the bellows.

Of course when you are deprived of one of your senses the others become enhanced, and although hearing was a little 'hooded' I could sense roughly where Maggie was moving to within the room. I could also taste and smell even the merest drop of aromas, as Mistress every now and then granted her Guinea Pig a good and long whiff of the aromas in today’s intoxicating medicine pot. I was relaxed and gradually climbing onto that plain where I know that I want Maggie to feel free to do whatever she wants and try to provide every opportunity for Mistress to really enjoy herself. Throughout this period of 'darkness' I could see a vision of Mistress in her all black latex uniform, imagining those gentle hands doing whatever with her slave and feeling as happy as I had in a long time. 

It was quite obvious that Mistress had something in mind with my genital area, because once the crotch zip was teased open my somewhat small crown jewels could feel a good dollop of cocoa butter being massaged in to my groin area, which usually means a major op involving an inflated scrotum or losing my cock and balls again! I really didn’t care about any minor inconvenience on my part, my only desire was that my Mistress was enjoying her work on her willing Guinea Pig. 

The same area then received a thorough cleaning with what I assumed was antiseptic fluid, followed by a few prods with what I later found out was a marker pen, to guide the operation. A blast of aromas entered my mask signalling that the operation was about to commence. Without any warning of a 'quick prick', I tensed as the first needle was inserted. Bearing in mind I could only go by sounds and feel, I had to rely on Mistress to show in pictures exactly what was happening at the time. I knew that I was having quite a few needle insertions across lower stomach and ball sac. I could feel my manhood disappearing, later on I could sense electrodes being stuck on various sensitive places and I could taste the welcome infusion of aromas. But what I could 'see' was the last image I’d grasped of Mistress before being blacked out, and had that wonderful image to sustain me through all the pricks and shocks.

With a delighted laugh and cheer, Maggie finished her masterpiece of human re-engineering and it was easy to tell that Mistress was absolutely over the moon with the results of her artistry. I was still unaware of what exactly happened, but I did detect Mistress leaving for a moment and I knew she would hear if I was in difficulty. When she returned I got another really pleasant surprise. Mistress adjusted the height of the couch and again I couldn't say whether it went up or down, all I knew was Mistress was still in total control.

The bellows tube was removed and a little light crept into the hood but soon became partially blocked out by a tube being passed through the opening. ‘Are you able to grab the tube slave?’, Maggie asked, and grab it I did. I knew this was a feeding tube and I was so delighted that Mistress was going to allow me a drink. I hoped it was her pee but I never know what Maggie's thoughts are, so I sucked and sucked but nothing… until Maggie told me to suck again, and this time I had the honour of receiving a drink of VERY fresh nectar accompanied by a little more juice in the form of the electricity being increased whilst I drank from her rubber pants.

With my rehydration finished the end of my testing experience was fast approaching, but not before Mistress used the prism glasses to allow me a glimpse of her handy work. Over my fat stomach all I could see was a row of black ties, a couple of corks on the end of two very long needles and a myriad of wires. It turns out that Maggie, after first thoroughly sterilising the area, deployed a pair of 9" wires, stitched in and out of my groin area and joined together with cable ties (the black things I could see in the prisms) and two corks on the end of the 9" needles were for 'safety reasons'. Not clear for whose safety, mine or Maggie's!

Viewing the pictures I can see why she was so pleased with her art work. The Mangina was perfectly formed and after the ends of the ties were trimmed I was so proud to be the wearer of this magnificent artwork. It was time to decompose the masterpiece and I must say extraction of the component parts was considerably easier than their insertion. I was happy that once again I had been trusted enough for Mistress Maggie to be able to utilise me as her guinea pig and delighted to be the first pig to receive this innovative, original operation.

Thank you Mistress I really do appreciate being your test bed.

Caution: This 1:47min mangina with wires clip has audio.

Oh... and Wear your Big Pants!

Now those who follow my blog will know that whenever Mistress Maggie instructs me to wear ‘big pants’ in her calling mail, I always leave the Chambers with some massively inflated balls. You may also remember that previously I have relied on a rather nice pair of latex pants to make sure that any leakage on the way home would be contained, and even so I have still experienced a couple of leaks. That was until recently, when Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants and insisted I wear them to go home in, which certainly solved the problem. So, this time I popped into a local store close to The Chambers and bought my own; a 10 pack of large size pants. Oh boy am I pleased I did get them. More of that later. The more regular instruction was to pack my black latex suit, accessories and of course my own red butt plug.

I arrived outside the Chambers with probably the most comprehensive guide as to what was about to happen and a huge smile on my face at the thought that Mistress would once more be let loose on my body with absolutely no restrictions from this very devoted slave. The ultimate aim is when I leave, Maggie is happier than when I arrived.

Mistress greeted me in her black and white nurses outfit; most appropriate as I knew I was to be subjected to the upcoming medical procedure. I never fail to be mesmerised by Maggie's beauty and plain sexiness, and once again had that overwhelming urge to kiss and fondle her bottom as I followed her shiny latex pants and tightly corseted waist up towards the Playroom. I am too well trained to allow myself to be drawn into that lovely rubbery environment, but live in hope that one day Mistress may stop on the stairs and allow me that luxury.

In the Playroom, now clad in my newly chlorinated gloves and socks, I set about licking, kissing and worshipping those beautiful legs encased in her knee boots, while fighting the urge to cross the boundary between boots and the forbidden latex area above them. Whatever actions I take are always with the consent of my Mistress otherwise what has all this training been for? Light encouragement from Maggie's black and white crop, used gently enough not to hurt but sufficiently hard, played a part in reminding me that I was there for Mistresses pleasure and not my own.

I was ordered face down with bottom raised, at which point Maggie sat on my back and started to lube my anus. Even this simple action of sitting astride my bare back in her warming latex trousers sent shivers down my spine. I can feel the warmth radiating from the heavenly interior and all thoughts of my wonky knees just vanishes. It may appear a relatively insignificant act but to a slave craving any contact from his owner, this is a little part of heaven.

Once the electro plug was inserted, Mistress helped me into my Invincible working suit and zipped me in, making sure the butt plug cables were safely routed through one of the 5 zips in the suit. That tight suit feels fantastic especially when Maggie helps me into it and then starts to dust off any talc with one of her soft cloths. Again more contact, even through rubber, is exactly what draws me closer and closer to my Mistress and I believe Maggie fully understands this sensual contact as every now and then I get he most gentle yet highly charged stroke to somewhere on my latex clad body.

Maggie explained the next part of the procedure. I was to be restrained in a black heavy rubber body bag and secured further with a series of white straps. Of course, I have promised to agree to whatever she wishes to do, especially when it means an extra layer of latex! I was soon encapsulated in the body bag, but if the white straps were fully tightened there would be no way I could manoeuvre into the Clinic.

As is often the case Maggie had already thought of that, saying that she would lightly tighten them to make sure they would all fit round the right places but would tighten them later in a manner that would also immobilise my arms. I was thus able to hop from the Playroom to the Clinic, where I was able to position myself on the latex covered couch and Mistress proceeded to tighten the straps while incorporating my arms. Now I really couldn't move even if I wanted to, which I didn't. There was no need for the fitted couch straps. I just wasn't moving.

I was then fitted with a side port gas mask. That really was a struggle to get over my head and Maggie ended up having to slacken off all the straps. Even so my poor Mistress continued to struggle with it before finally being satisfied that it was in place and air tight. To finish off my complete rubberization, Maggie fitted an open faced hood over the gas mask and once more I was in my favourite apparel; completely covered in rubber.

At that stage there was not a single square inch that was exposed to the Clinic air. I think it is also one of Mistresses favourite scenarios with her slave totally covered in heavy rubber. Just to add a little more spice to the situation, Maggie went round each strap and further tightened each one. Sometimes I wonder if my owner is telling me I am too fat!

I was now ready for the main event. Maggie wanted to undertake some creative needle work and proceeded to create a sterile area round my cock and balls before inserting a cannula needle. A chastity device swiftly followed, secured with the click of a lock and I was ready for some creative ball play. I do love it when Maggie lets her creative juices flow on my cock and balls. I am happy to take the little pricks provided my Mistress is enjoying herself, and once it was attached to the cannula needle she was happy that the saline drip was flowing nicely.

Mistress allowed me quite a few whiffs of aromas to ease any discomfort as she inserted 8 hooks in my inflating balls and attached a bandage to each hook, the other ends being stretched and attached to the Goalpost attachment at the foot of the couch. Needless to say, I didn't dare move to look at the results of her artistry, as one move on my part may have disrupted Maggie's otherwise impeccable hooking. To finish off the artistic creation, a series of green needles were inserted to create a framework for my now massively inflated balls.

When I saw the images that Maggie had taken I was mesmerised and delighted that once again Maggie had transformed my mostly miserable looking set of genitals into a masterpiece.

2 * 2 Ltr rebreather bags

Once satisfied with her artistic creation and my obvious joy at the outcome, Maggie wanted to test my lungs with a pair of 2ltr re-breather bags attached to the gas mask. Even though I say so myself, I was moderately pleased with the length of time I managed in this configuration. I managed to keep them replenished with air, breathing slowly in, slowly out, while thinking and hoping that Maggie was happy with my efforts.

With the cage removed Mistresses soft side was presented to her slave when she gently massaged my freed cock and a happy ending was had by all.

Ok, back to my foresight having purchased the male sanitary pants. I definitely needed their protection because of the number of punctures to my ball sack, both from the needles and hooks. There was a lot of saline oozing from the various holes and some spots of bleeding too. By the time I got home the pants had done their job and internalised the leakage, but I did need to change for a fresh pair as there was still a little saline trying to make its way out. So, be warned. If you are instructed to come in your 'big pants' then invest in some sanitary pants. They are worth their weight in wee. I now always have a pair in my perv bag.

Would I go through it again? OF COURSE. And more, because at the end of the day I think Maggie enjoyed her artistic interlude and that is all that matters. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

So Those are my Brains!

I had to ask Mistress Maggie NOT to bring out her e-stim towards the end of our session. Imagine my embarrassment at having to beg for such a regular and so enjoyable treat not to be deployed, but by this time I was completely knackered and literally drained. 

The calling email was absolutely no help whatsoever in helping me prepare for such an exciting but demanding session. Here’s what I received -

'Your rubber nurse will be checking your health and if needed may have suitable remedies for you about her person'.

Stainless steel speculum

I mean, how could I tell from that that I was in for the most magnificent pegging any slave could wish for, and that was only one part of the surprises that Maggie had in store for her loyal rubber slave today.

As you might expect, we started with me being invited through the front door of The Chambers, this time by a vision of a nurse in black and white latex. Once inside my first task was to give Maggie her belated birthday present, then I took off my shoes and with preliminaries completed I followed Mistress upstairs towards the Playroom. During the climb I was able to take in and admire some of the subtleties of Maggie's attire: The asymmetric black latex skirt, very smart black boots with sensible heels, a white latex apron and white latex waist cincher, her arms were covered with a pair of striking gauntlets, all topped off with the red nurse cross on Maggie's white latex cap. What I couldn't see from behind was the outline of the strap-on harness hidden under her apron.

Mistress has never been slow at getting me into some latex, due to the winter chill I was allowed to quickly strip and don my latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and boot worship followed immediately. I find the act of worshipping Mistresses boots puts me in the correct frame of mind for the remainder of the session, and the encouragement I received from Mistresses flogger pushed me into what I can only describe as my sub-space, ready and willing to participate in anything and everything Maggie wanted to do with me. It was the first time I’d been introduced to this flogger as it had been a recent birthday gift from another of her slaves.

A swift wriggle had me into my working suit, once more dressed as Mistresses latex slave for the day. The chill on the rubber soon wears off once you’re zipped up. Mistress picked up the red butt plug that I had deposited on the cabinet and told me to prepare to be invaded. I did as any trained slave would do and retrieved the Playroom Horse to save Mistress the struggle of moving it. She slid her hand to open my crotch  zip and whilst supine across the horse, Mistress applied copious quantities of lubricant to both my anus and butt plug and within seconds, with no fuss or discomfort, it plopped into place. That final, familiar tingle as the last rib goes in is a wonderful feeling. I know it is in, is reliably secure and soon to be zipped securely out of sight.

In more recent sessions I have had an electric plug or anal hook fitted up my bum, but I must admit I had missed the pleasant stretching and was glad my not so little friend was back home. I was to wear fist mittens today before the final adornment to my uniform was snugly fitted; a black latex zipped hood with open eye, mouth and nasal holes. All in all a most comfortable hood to complete my all black appearance.

Following Mistress through to The Clinic I knew the drill. as soon as my crotch zip was suitably opened, Maggie instructed me to climb onto the couch and arrange myself so my bum was in an accessible position. I shuffled my buttocks until they were at the foot of the couch, raised and spread my legs into the waiting stirrups and relaxed as Mistress buckled me down with the stout plastic straps, adjusted my pillow and manoeuvred the couch into the optimum height and position for her investigations. I hadn’t expected my little friend to be removed so soon after arriving home, but once the gloves were on, out it came, leaving my now slightly stretched ring wondering what it had done wrong to have its friend so rudely removed. 

My sphincter didn't have long to wait as Maggie retrieved her steel speculum to facilitate a more in-depth observation of my asshole, and once again I could feel my hole being stretched. Judging by her comments, I think Maggie might be looking for a larger smoother model to further stretch that passage in the future. Perhaps another late birthday present is on the cards, although if truth be known, I don't need much of an excuse to help fund this type of lovely equipment. Anyway, Maggie can be a real tease and after a good firtling around that’s exactly what she did.

She mentioned that she had her large dildo on under her apron (may have suitable remedies for you about her person.) and went on to describe its length and girth and asked if I wanted to see it. Another tease as Mistress knew quite well that I couldn't get into the right angle on the couch to view the rubbery invader. No matter, I certainly felt the size where it really mattered as it slowly entered where my friend had once resided. 

My backside now had a new friend that was far more active than my red butt plug. Mistress made sure it went all the way in and if it had balls they would have slapped against my buttocks as Maggie increased the thrusts. It is such a liberating feeling to be fucked by your owner, all cares vanished as I concentrated on the wonderful seeing to I was being allowed to experience. As Mistress continued to pound me her heavyweight latex apron was pounding my exposed cock and balls, until her gyrating movements slowed down and I tried to follow the retreating phallus with a last downward thrust of my hips in an attempt to prolong my sojourn to heaven.

Mistress was intent on exploring the depths of my inner workings and fitted an anal spreader to enable better access to my brains! Mistresses description, not mine. The last time I had this spreader fitted it could be expelled too easily, making it difficult to achieve any meaningful ass dilation, but recognising this shortcoming Maggie went on to design a suitable elasticated harness that clipped to the equipment and, et voila, stretch away with no danger of it plopping out. A twist on one screw followed by the others had it achieving a spread that Maggie was satisfied with. I swear I could feel the chill draft up the Khyber, but that may have been in my imagination.

What was not in my imagination was the semi transparent rebreather hood that was then neatly and snugly fitted over my black hood. I have used this wonderful hood in the past and with long slow breaths in and out it is easy to obtain sufficient air, although being double hooded made breathing a little more difficult but nothing a well trained slave shouldn't be able to handle. Also not in my imagination, but a lot closer to my 'brains', Mistress now having sufficient clearance in the neck of the anal spreader chose to sneak the Playroom vibrator in there. The first was a little restrictive so Maggie decided to try a slimmer one, now that really hit the spot! With a few more turns of the screws who knows what Mistress will be able to fit up my arse.

The rebreather hood kept me focussing on my breathing for around 20 minutes before it was replaced by Mistress’ monkey gas mask, and excitement set in when a hose with a perforated dildo was screwed on as an attachment. Talk about tease, Maggie told me that this little tube was about to enter her most intimate, sacred place and she was raising up her apron as she spoke. Talk about heaven; I could sense the dildo entering that sacred orifice. I could once again taste my Mistress and then the air gradually ran out the deeper the tube was inserted. leaving me sucking as hard as I could. God knows what pleasures Maggie was getting knowing her slave was sucking at her pussy and struggling for air. From my point of view, I could think of a lot worse ways for my life to ebb away than by having my last breaths lost deep inside my Mistress.

I am not sure I was pleased or disappointed when Mistress removed the hose and allowed me more air, with a quick wipe with a sterile wipe the hose was taken to the foot of the couch to be inserted into my own bum.  Imagine being suffocated up your own bottom! It felt strange and nowhere near as enjoyable as its previous location, but Mistress said, ‘It’s as much as you deserve for all the complaining you did while I was pleasuring myself slave’.

Relief in the form of the aromas pump hose was fixed to my gas mask port next, and I inhaled several long deep breaths of the relaxing aromas. A nice precursor to the next item on Maggie's to do list. She mentioned that last night as she was drifting off to sleep she thought of a new method for securing my cock and balls out of harms way, and as a natural guinea pig I was keen and eager to find out what the new method would look like when completed. Out came the stapler and Mistress became very busy with her work. I couldn't see the artistry being created but Mistress assured me that it looked remarkably like a sausage roll or penis parcel. Not for the first time, once in the midst of losing any semblance of being a male, I ejaculated. ‘Oh dear, oh dear, everything is going to be painful for you now then’, she said bringing out some stout needles and sticking them in down there ready for some electro play.

By now, the post orgasm downer was setting in and when I was asked if we should proceed with the final part of the training to add a little spark of electrics to my scrotum, I regrettably had to beg for discontinuing my heavenly journey. The main reason for requesting an end to today’s training was the pain associated with removing the staples. As I said, this wasn’t the first time I had exploded during a mangina-ing and on another occasion the staple removal really caused some discomfort. When the staples were removed from today’s ‘penis parcel’ Maggie could only giggle and acknowledge the mess I had made. I know I am there to do whatever Mistress wants, but when offered the choice I took the embarrassing cowards way out. Sorry Mistress.

However, every cloud has a silver lining because the extra time created by embarrassingly losing my bottle was usefully devoted to assisting Mistress Maggie with a comprehensive clean of all the latex, and of course her Clinic. Sometimes I am allowed to assist with the latex washing but today I was allowed to help with in depth cleaning. I feel that by helping Mistress in this way that she may have a more relaxing weekend, free of major cleaning and for that I am really grateful.

Thank you Mistress and many more pleasant and productive dreams.

Caution: This 02:13min breathplay dildo clip has audio.

A Tale of Two C...'s

Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave considerable freedom and with it considerable responsibility in the requirement to suggest games that she may wish to consider in my future training sessions. Take this session for example, session 211 to be precise. I knew it would likely be in the Clinic, as my previous session where Maggie had read me a rubber bedtime story took place in the Playroom. Mistress likes to alternate between her two venues and has rarely deviated from that pattern. So what suggestions could I make to both improve my slavemanship, be realistic, and of the greatest importance, keep Maggie amused and entertained in her Clinic?

Well, with gay abandon, I penned the following:

'HIDE THE BO**OCKS

I did see a picture of one of your recent operations and was wondering if it is possible to attach electrodes inside the stitching and have a catheter coming from within? It is merely a suggestion for advancing the previous operation and of course is entirely up to you…'

Sometimes I question my own sanity. I was suggesting a mangina; a horizontal one like I’d seen in the picture, a catheter and electrodes and knowing Mistress, if she did decide on this route then it would not be any ordinary stitch up!

I sauntered to the Chambers in reasonable weather. I decided to wear my rubber trench coat just in case and I felt relaxed that I had a reasonable idea of what might lay in store. Before all that and the realisation of yet another fantasy likely to be played out, we had quite a bit of housekeeping to perform, that resulted in me missing out on worshipping Mistresses footwear for the first time I can remember. I have mentioned that Maggie likes to keep her slaves off balance and this threw me.

The housekeeping involved two of my catsuits. The first was a quick check of the work I had had to perform on my plum coloured catsuit, where I got the zip stuck while wearing it at home and had cut away a small piece of the zip to extricate myself. Thank goodness, Mistress emailed me with a suggestion on how to terminate the zipper so it wouldn’t get stuck in future. A thick stitching of cotton round the top of both sides of the zip, tidy up the neckline and Mistress was quite satisfied.

Twin Catheters

The second bit of housekeeping involved the testing of a brand new red catsuit that I’d had delivered to Maggie’s to replace my torn one. Slightly larger, slightly thicker and zips at arms and legs. The fit was excellent and hopefully Mistress will allow me to wear it in session at some future date. In any event, I missed my foot worship and it did feel a little strange not kneeling and worshipping Mistress at the start of a session, although I didn’t get away with not kneeling altogether. The hunt for a new butt plug for me is still ongoing, and with my ass pointing skywards we did get to try yet another plug that had arrived. This time the Regulation plug was oh so close and Maggie is confident that this one will fit, particularly with a few puffs of aromas to ease its passage. Fingers crossed it will soon become my fulfilling friend.

Once an electro butt plug was snugly fitted and put through its paces, I climbed into my working Invincible suit and I was led through to the clinic by Mistress in her intriguing surgeon’s uniform, a sight to behold in her beautiful gold latex catsuit, black apron, gold corset, black and white nurse accents, and of course those thigh boots that didn’t receive my tongue attention.

While travelling, Maggie described what she intended to do with her slave in keeping with my suggestion. The unusual part was that Maggie smiled and said I would be receiving two, yes TWO catheters. Wow, I had never heard of that before and attempted to visualise what it would look like, but no doubt, when the blog is published the practice of ‘double cathing’ will become more commonplace. Mistress is an innovator and deserves credit for her imaginative surgery, and I suspect she will be secretly pleased when she discovers the first similar operation.

Electrodes and a Tale of Two C's

The Clinic looked invitingly rubbery; the heavy cream bodybag lay waiting on the couch and it didn’t take long to receive the privilege of being incarcerated inside it with my arms tucked into the inner arm pockets and tightly bound up with buckled straps. My head was placed in an immobilizer which allows no movement, and to finish off this bit of control, Maggie applied a semi-translucent rebreather hood. I was quickly into the rhythm of slow breaths in and out and I felt certain I could have remained like that for a very long time, and certainly until the end of the session. There is one breathing hole and every time I breathed out I caught a glimpse of Mistress who was moving around her charge. Slow in. Slow out. Regular and unhurried breathing. Wonderful!

Mistress explained that the first part of the procedure was the introduction of two catheters down my cock. I wasn’t at all worried. Why worry when you can’t do anything about the situation? So I relaxed back into my breathing, in out, in out, as Maggie squirted what appeared to be a rather large syringe full of anaesthetic lubrication down my cock. Slowly but surely I could feel it creeping further towards my bladder then… no feeling at all as Mistress started the delicate task of introducing the two c’s. She debated whether it would be easier to do one then try the other or to introduce the two together. I’m not too certain which path she finally took, but I felt no discomfort whatsoever and, as frequently happens with a single cath, I asked Maggie if she had managed the two by which she replied -

‘Yes, both in and inflated’.

Then she confided it was her first attempt at twin c’s and she was delighted with her guinea pig slave’s ability to accept them. I was just delighted that my Mistress felt she could use her slave in this way.

Maggie’s intention was to feed both catheters into a single bag by using a t-piece connector. Unfortunately, the connector she thought might work refused to produce a watertight seal, so the more traditional approach of twin pee bags was used. Next time though, two into one will go for whoever is fortunate enough to be #2 for two caths, because Maggie never gives up on hunting out the perfect solution.

At this point Mistress reminded me of what I had requested. The hidden electrodes, cock sealed away etc and decided that it would be appropriate to allow her slave some relief by way of aromas. Of course aromas with the re-breather hood was a no no so I was fitted with the red full head gas mask and once sealed in and airtight, the inlet tube was fastened to the gas-station where I was plumbed into the aroma channel (sounds like a radio station. Welcome to the Aroma channel. The best way to relaxation and…) sorry about that, a bit light headed thinking of the wonderfully relaxed and floating feeling that can be generated after a couple of puffs.

I had requested electrics as well, probably induced by a rush of blood to me or my cock at the time of writing, and Maggie duly trimmed down a couple of sticky electrodes and attached them to my shaft and let the sewing begin! As you would expect, surgeon Maggie made sure the area was thoroughly cleaned and disinfected with meths swabs. ‘Now this might sting a bit slave’. It certainly stings at first but quickly wears off. The sterile operating sheet draped across and Maggie informed me that she wanted to use her needlework skills rather than staples, so sutures it was.

A little prick then another as the needle and thread went in then emerged, a few whiffs of aromas then another two pricks… Nine stitches in total and really I felt nothing more than a pinprick each. Satisfied with her embroidery, the electrics were then set alive, caressed my captive cock and balls and complimenting the sensations deep inside my arse… Fascinating!

It is strange how your cock can’t grow because of the sutures yet your balls are telling it to get bigger! What an experience and I was glad Maggie had been able to accommodate my rather weird request. In fact, I was allowed out of the cream rubber bondage sack and encouraged to walk through to the Playroom to view Mistresses creation in the full length mirror and stroke my operation zone with my chlorinated latex gloves.

It was a weird yet exciting sight to behold the results of my operation. The sutures were evident, the twin c’s providing a nice symmetry either side of the wires and all in all no cock and balls to worry about. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on which way you look at the situation,  Mistress relented and snipped out the stitches,  removed the twin caths and electrodes and apart from a few very feint pin holes, that disappeared very quickly, everything returned to normal.

I loved every minute of the situation and once again I think I honoured my promise to my Mistress, To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

Nettling Nipples

Another hot day in Preston, but I managed to arrive cool by choosing the shaded side of the road to make my approach. I was soon feeling a lot warmer when Mistress Maggie opened the door to the Chambers. Mistress said she would be wearing something suitable for the hot weather and was looking fantastic in black fishnet tights, tight turquoise playsuit with a contrasting black harness, she had already suggested I include my latex shorts and t-shirt in the perv bag, as well as the normal inhabitants of course; latex socks, gloves, catsuit and butt plug, so I certainly had a lot of dressing options available.

With Maggie taking the lead I made my way to the Playroom, wishing I could get a lot closer to those perfect undulating cheeks with every upwards step. But I restrained myself!

I was instructed to strip in the Playroom, where the oscillating fan was making its presence felt with wafts of cool air. I was a little surprised that I was asked only to don shorts, gloves and socks, even the t-shirt was omitted from the dressing list that Mistress gave me, but no matter, Maggie always has a reason for all her clothing choices, and I was somewhat relieved that I hadn't been instructed to wear my newest thick catsuit. A latex hood was fitted immediately and that was nice to wear for the whole of the remainder of the session.

As I was paying homage to her shiny knee boots, Mistress maintained an irregular but frequent thwacking of my latex covered bum with her 'blue crop'. Mistress likes the sound of her implements on bare flesh and the delightful crack it makes against latex too, but her ministrations were doing little to quash my ardour, in fact it was so pleasant that I regretted it when the gentle 'massage' ended. 

Perhaps now is the appropriate point to mention what I had suggested to Mistress for her consideration during the session. I wrote in late July - Re Clinic ideas. I may well regret this but it may be fun to find out what a combination of elastrator, catheter, e-stim and ball stretching feels like?  

I never regret any of these suggestions, although I must admit to questioning my sanity as Mistress translates the suggestion into reality. Of course I anticipate a lot more content and even after 200+ sessions Maggie has continued to bring new elements into my training, as happened today. Before adjourning, or more accurately, being led by my collar into The Clinic, Mistress had one more activity she needed to perform whilst in the Playroom. No, not my butt plug. Mistress declared that is now too small. I was ordered to bend over the waiting horse, some electro lube, in went a pair of electro Kegel balls followed by a circuit test and all was ready. 

Escorted into the clinic and Mistress very wisely had me sit squarely on a towel on the couch. A wise choice because even by then I was starting to sweat in the heat and the Clinic fan was marginally less effective than the Playroom one, so I was warming up nicely. I willingly submitted to being strapped down on the couch and eagerly accepted some welcome aromas through a strapped on anaesthesia mask. Then something totally unexpected; Mistress produced a pair of breast suction cups that she has recently acquired and a very healthy looking nettle plant, looking most green and seriously ready for its intended destination. A good dollop of lube on each of my breast areas to ensure a good vacuum, the nettles were divided into three sprigs, one each in each plastic breast receptacle and one spare. Then the truly amazing sensation as the air was pumped from first one then the other breast cups.

I have experienced nettles in various scenarios during my extensive training, but never like this and never with such intensity of sensation. The right hand cup was pumped up and stayed in position for a long, long time. Another amazingly successful application and the results have remained with me for several days.

Right breast showing signs of suction and nettling.

We didn't fare so well with the left breast. It pumped up fine, so I had a nicely balanced pair of boobs but I could tell that the air was gently seeping from somewhere round the seal. Pumped up again and the same thing so Maggie concentrated on stroking the left nipple with the nettles just so they could both share the sensations, whilst the right one was quietly marinating away without a care in the world.

Maggie then opted for a better view of my pumped up predicament; lowering the couch she climbed up and straddled my shoulders, nose and mouth to produce breath control in the extreme. I could only gasp for breath as Mistress adjusted to create the perfect seal and I really had no control over my next breath, or when or even if I would breathe again! In a bizarre way I  did get my wish to be closer to Maggie's rear, but I really didn't expect it to be in such a breath taking fashion. One final comment about Maggie's rear is that, with a little wriggling her cheeks can achieve a complete seal around lips and nose and I do love being in such a controlled position.

Oh how pleased I am that Mistress has developed into the catheter queen. The same sterile routine that I have had so many times before, the same procedure and the catheter was in and operational without me even noticing the insertion.

You may have remembered that I mentioned Mistress divided the nettles into three sprigs. The third sprig was wafted with gay abandon across my cock and balls as Maggie casually sat on her stool, having some sustenance whilst laughing at my stinging, not so private parts. My Mistress knows exactly how to frustrate her slave and I really love it!

I got the impression that Maggie was enjoying the next part of her medical operations; applying elastrator rings to my scrotum and balls. And after asking what our previous effort had achieved, was determined that I would be going for a ‘personal best’ for the number of rings round my balls. After number 7, Maggie announced in a semi serious, half laughing tone that she was going to see if she could speed up the process by applying two rings at a time. Yep, that worked and in half the time I ended up with 11 rings on my nuts. I suggested that with two rings that the strain on Mistresses wrists may be alleviated by applying the elastrator’s locking clip until she was ready to release them, but this didn't seem necessary for Maggie although next time...

A couple of needles in scrotum!

Now was the time for a little relaxation for this happy chappy. Mistress fitted an anaesthesia hood for more breath play and to achieve a virtually airtight seal, I received the Perspex eye shield which allows perfect vision without air loss through the eye sockets. I was also to be attached to the magnificent Bellows that Maggie had created for breath play, which allow concurrent restricted breathing and aromas deployment. Breath slowly in... out... in... out. I could sense when Mistress was about to deploy another few puffs of magic air so adjusted my intake breath until after I sensed Maggie pumping the aromas bulb and that produces the maximum, most beneficial sensations. I was to maintain this pattern of breathing until my balls dropped off!

A little CBT followed just to highlight the fun I might lose if the elastrator bands had been left on for too long. I don't think Maggie really wants me to be de nutted... Mistress placed a cock clamp to my already banded balls and another bipolar connection tightened round my cock end. I only managed around five minutes of the estim, because by this time, my body was losing stamina. I was starting to rapidly warm up, the bands round my balls were starting to ache and I never even registered that Mistress had managed to insert a couple of needles in my scrotum. 

This was a shame when I saw the picture, because Mistress creates some wonderful sculptures with her needle work. Perhaps next time I will be tough enough to run with her creativity.

As it happened, Mistress did show some mercy and chose to snip off the 11 bands before it was too late to do so! I tried to persevere because I never like letting my Mistress down but I had reached that stage. I mentioned to Maggie that I thought I had had enough pleasure for one day and like the really caring Mistress she is, recognised the increasing stress levels and started quietly and efficiently dismantling my pleasure items.

Maggie had produced exactly what I requested and needed. I was pushed to my limit and next time I hope to push those limits a little further. On another positive note we did achieve a personal best with 11 elastrator bands, so the target next time will be >11. I am certain there will be a next time and who knows, with a bit more breast suction I may end up with suitably sized boobs. Well perhaps not as that depends on Mistress Maggie's preferences and of course the breast cones explains why no t-shirt or catsuit were used.

Caution: This 02:19 elastrator clip has audio

  

Be Careful What you Wish for

I trust Mistress Maggie with my life. She can do anything she wishes and I know I will emerge a better slave, so why when she assured me that the double bulb silicone enema tube and the urinary catheter would retain all the fluids did I still worry about explosive discharges during the session? I suppose the answer lies somewhere deep in the bowels of your anatomy but I will develop that thought at a more relevant time in the blog.

It was a warm day and I was disappointed that the predicted thundery outbreaks had not materialised, otherwise I would have arrived at The Chambers in my rather nice rubber trench coat that I had in the car. The thunder didn’t happen so I put on my boring jacket as I sauntered from the car, just in case. I was greeted by Mistress in a very appropriate, lighter weight latex apron and waist cincher, and as we climbed to The Playroom I got the faintest glimpse of the tiny black latex briefs over her transparent tights, which shined through the holes of her black fishnet stockings. 

Maggie was also wearing white boots, and my first task after donning socks and gloves was to remove her boots. This is a part of my training that can be repeated as many times as Mistress wishes, and although I say so myself, I think I perform a very passable role as Mistresses boot remover. The secret is to be very gentle with all actions and to keep Mistresses foot in line with the shape of the boot, gently ease down the side zipper and supporting Maggie's foot ease the boot forward and arc upwards from the heel. Once Maggie has that confidence in her slave the boot slides off every so smoothly.

However, it did leave me with a dilemma. Now, with no footwear, what exactly was I to pay homage to? Already solved as Maggie said I was to lick and kiss every hole in the fishnet stockings. Now that was a surprise, as the stockings being stockings went all the way up to mid thigh. Not wasting this opportunity I approached every inch, I also was able to re-adjust the seams at the feet of the stockings much to Maggie's relief. I never did get to pay homage to the white boots but the alternative was a real delight and thanks to Maggie for that surprise.

We spent a short while discussing the new urethral stretchers that I had obtained from the web and brought with me at Maggie's request. Quite nice stretchers although I have only been able to manage a couple of sessions at home with the smaller ones. I had bought four in all in varying size, but it just didn't feel right to be sat at home enjoying the stretching on my own. I felt like I was somehow disrespecting Maggie's ownership of those parts, however with approval I will continue, as I know Mistress would like to have the option to insert larger sounds.  

Moving on, I was quickly into my plum latex catsuit, which in the past seems to have coincided with suspension bondage, but today I was advised that Mistress would be fulfilling my request for session content. A swift insertion of my head into that comfortable white latex hood and we were off to The Clinic. First an 'older' posture collar was applied along with a gag to shut me up. It may have been older but it certainly remained effective at maintaining my posture. Then a catheter. Mistress has become so expert in this area that apart from the 5 minute wait for the urethral anaesthetic to take effect, the whole process took only a few moments.

Maggie, in Maggie's mischievous way decided that it would be a shame to just dispense with the needle she had just used, and it would provide far better value if it was stuck in one of my nipples! Along with three others I ended up with two needles in each nipple and hardly a wince from me. 

Next to the meat of my request. Maggie showed me the bardex style inflatable butt plug she intended to fill my bum with, then like the catheter, that also slipped in very easily and was substantially inflated. It did feel snug and yes it felt really secure as the first of the 2 litres of warm soapy solution were drained inside. At this point, I have to admit to starting to worry about the explosive discharge I mentioned earlier and when Maggie said the catheter would remain sealed... well, you can imaging the discomfort when Maggie opened a bag of saline and set up a drip to fill up my bladder with the fluid.

With everything looking good, sealed in or dripping as appropriate, Maggie eagerly extracted her electric kit from The Clinic cupboard. At this point I started to lose the plot. I really did have visions of the e-stim forcing me to lose all sphincter control, forcing out the Bardex and redecorating the pristine Clinic in substances that should not be present in a sterile environment! Despite reassurances from Maggie that there were no signs of leakage, quite frankly, I lost it and was almost crying for Maggie to let me go to the toilet.

I have constantly said Mistress can be severe but she does have the interests of her slave at heart. Realising I was genuinely in distress she put a stop to her ongoing procedures, and as quickly as she could safely manage had me de-gagged, unstrapped from the couch and the posture collar removed. That was a mini disaster as one of the older plastic straps broke at one of the holes. I did immediately offer to provide a replacement but those of you who follow Maggie's Twitter feed will know that minor issues like this are not a problem to my inventive and resourceful Mistress. Within a few days she’d reported that the collar had been given a new lease of life with new leather straps.

What a stinky mess I managed to create in the presence of my owner. As I sat on the loo, emptying myself for ages, I was really embarrassed that in my hurried dash I had produced so much foul fluids in and about the bathroom's toilet bowl. However, resourceful as ever, after I had cleaned up most of the mess, Mistress used her shower attachment to dislodge any remnants in cracks and crevices (bathroom not mine!) and I ended up far less embarrassed.

Well, I only had myself to blame. I had initiated all the problems and embarrassment I had got myself into today, when in a mad moment, on a day where I seemed to be doing a lot of peeing I had written to Maggie suggesting a clinic scenario that involved a lot of water ...it may be fun to be rubbered then catheterised, then filled with lots and LOTS of fluid (your choice), then exercised in full, heavy rubber and see how long the fluids take to filter through...  I got exactly what I asked for. I have mentioned that having to provide Mistress with my fantasies, you have to be careful what you wish for.

On reflection I wouldn't change a thing and thank you Mistress for the experience. Well, I will change one thing if I am allowed to repeat the experience. Trust Mistress Maggie's equipment and her reassurances that nothing was leaking. I might also ask for a few puffs of aromas whilst I am being filled.

Caution: This 2:12min clip has audio.