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.

Expunged and Inflated

Imagine the scene. I knock, and after an appropriate delay I am greeted, firstly with the sight of a big red dildo, then by a red latex clad beauty. Mistress Maggie was wearing a pair of tights composed of a really unusual material. It looked latexy and just like latex it certainly hugged her beautiful legs (lucky tights), yet it was not latex. The tights had a black sheen but certainly not as glossy as the brand new boots Mistress was sporting. All in all I started to drool at the sight of my beautiful dominatrix and this time I made no bones about trying to get close to that perfect derriere that was so teasing as we climbed the stairs.  

All sins expunged

The sight, sound and scent all reinforced why I am so devoted to Maggie. I think of my promise to my owner and reaffirm, silently, that I would do anything Mistress asks immediately and without hesitation. I really am under the spell of this mischievous, magnificent maiden. 

Oh, and by the way, I was a little apprehensive about the size of the dildo waving happily in my direction. It may just be that with it being bright red the girth was more visible than other black ones that have made their way up my bum, or was it truly bigger than my previous visitors? No matter, with any luck I would be able to gauge the size of Maggie’s new joy toy in the very near future.

After disrobing in the bathroom and returning in latex socks and gloves, I was given the opportunity to get up close and personal with the new boots. I did feel privileged when Maggie mentioned I was the first slave to be given the honour with the new boots and I worked doubly hard to ensure they remained sparklingly clean. I also was granted a couple of moments licking a small area of the black tights. They certainly licked like rubber and had I been blindfold I might have mistaken them for latex. There are a few tell tale signs that differentiate them; the smell, or rather the lack of latex smell, there is a slight 'material' feel on the tongue which isn't evident with  latex, but all in all they are a wonderful addition to my licking experiences. 

What was a little more of a concern was the matter of fact way that Maggie recounted a series of infractions that had occurred, and not necessarily since my last punishment, these were to be taken care of following my worship. Many times in the past I have been so engrossed with boot cleaning that I didn't want that part to end. On this occasion I was hoping that it wouldn't end because of the descriptions of what I was about to receive and why.

But alas, there was no way of escaping the strokes and I was un-ceremonially draped over the horse and lashed down with Maggie's white rope, tight enough to reinforce this was a punishment and not a sensual flogging. Punished as follows -

Beating with a leather butterfly crop, 12 strokes with it for a crackpot remark I had made on twitter

Over the knee spanking for sucking hard on the piss pants tube and sealing Maggie tightly inside them, meaning she had been unable to assess the success of her latest watersports setup back in July ’21, leading to 6 extra junior cane strokes for being cheeky about the sucking. At the time it was amusing but after the junior cane the remark was not so funny!

12 strokes with the senior cane for surreptitiously pumping aromas when not authorised way back in November ’19.

As this was a punishment, all strokes were delivered quickly, without hesitation and straight on the bare arse. Mistress may have a memory like an elephant but is always fair, and at the end of the punishment she did state all past sins were now expunged and the slate wiped clean (or was it whipped clean?).

Once again, I was relieved, or rather the heat in my ass was relieved when I was slipped quickly into my latex suit. The relief of the cooling rubber is really palpable and I breathed a sigh of relief as Mistress attached a lead and walked me through to the Clinic.

I clambered onto the centre of the couch in response to a barely perceptible gesture, which I am getting better at recognising due to my training, and instructed to slide down the couch so my ass was over the end and legs firmly up in the stirrups. I think I was about to be introduced to Big Red! 

I am a very lucky slave to be honoured with an incredible pegging by an incredible Mistress and after the initial shock when Big Red makes the first incision and slips through the sphincter, I was in heaven. To be well and truly taken in such a manner must rank as one of the greatest exchanges a slave can receive from his Mistress. Unlike the punishment this ended all too quickly, but as a reminder of my trip to heaven Mistress inserted the long string of anal balls. Four in total on a semi rigid stem, which result in approximately 12" of insertion up your back passage. Once in, the back zip was closed and the balls hidden safely out of sight.

I then helped Maggie with attaching the extension to the couch to allow me to lie almost flat, and once the extension was attached I was helped into a second latex suit. This was comfortable and of light construction and I thought it strange that Mistress would grant me this luxury as she guided me back onto the now flat couch and eased me into the inflatable hood. With a bit of adjustment and a little struggling, the hood was also able to accommodate an anaesthesia mask to allow nose breathing. This is an important innovation because without this, any aroma delivered would be into the mouth and this has proved less effective than nasal inhalation. At this point Maggie changed into her medical gown and I knew the 'operation' I had requested was imminent.

The inflatable hood was pumped up and a few puffs of aromas had me ready and relaxed for what was about to happen. Last time I suggested an operation so it could have been several options; needle work to stomach, needle work to nipples, catheter sewn into cock... Maggie chose to de-male me by sewing the end of my penis neatly away from view by covering it with my ball sack.

Naturally, as you would expect from such a professional, Maggie thoroughly cleaned the area of the operation before inserting the first suture. Regular infusions of aromas were offered and willingly accepted, maintaining a great calm that I was able to sustain through all 6 sutures. Being intimately handled by a fantastic surgeon results in a pathetic cock attempting to become a little less pathetic. The stitches soon put an end to that idea and I was still left with a pathetic cock, but this time straining for greatness that in its current predicament could never happen.

All pumped up with nowhere to go!

It hadn't registered until now that the second suit that I was comfortable wearing was inflatable to match the hood. I was soon made aware of this remarkable capability when Maggie attached the pump and things suddenly got a lot tighter. Mistress pumped and pumped but fortunately the strong couch straps contained a lot of pressure so it was snug but not huge. Every now and then, Maggie allowed me periods without the aroma tube, treating me to lungfuls of her own exhaled air instead. That was warm and very sweet and was indeed another little luxury I had not expected. 

It was a good job that I was securely strapped, because Mistress decided on some electrical fun with her electro drum brush coupled with an electro pad round where my cock used to be, and proceeded to beat out a quick tattoo across my sutures. I thought the punishment beatings hurt but this was almost unbearable. I tried to endure the sharp stabbing pains for as long as I could because I knew my discomfort was giving amusement to Mistress.

I have said in the past Maggie is not an out and out sadist and is aware of threshold levels that her subjects can endure. After a while I could tell from her voice that the idea of moderating her electric torture may have her somewhat disappointed, and my screaming died away to a low moan of satisfaction as her phone rang and there was a natural break in the excruciating pain. 

This used to be my c@@k!

The e-stim was only at level 10, normally a level I can accommodate, but I think the concentration of the electricity into the fine wire of the drum brush appeared to magnify the pain. As the call finished Mistress relented, having checked that the sutures were still in place she replaced the brush with a second electro  pad and all was well with the world.

It is so frustrating when your cock is so effectively sewn out of the way and your beautiful Mistress is gently stroking where your cock used to be, but I wouldn't exchange the experience for anything.

The final act from Mistress Maggie was to release all straps holding her slave in place and as she did so, I ballooned like a Michelin man. That tickled both of us and we closed the session in a happy frame of mind.

So, for next time, I suggested suspension isolation. Maggie has complete authority to interpret that as she wishes or to totally ignore. Watch this space and thank you Mistress for another exciting adventure.

Silver for Mistress

I knew today's session would be primarily based in The Clinic, just as I know that my next training session will be primarily in The Playroom. How do I know that? Well, I did not learn it from the calling mail - 

You will be required to assist your rubber nurse with her jubilee celebrations… 

Although the brief email did suggest that the session would be with rubber nurse who generally operates in her Clinic, the information actually came from the beautiful lips of Mistress Maggie in our previous session, when accompanied by a peel of her delightful laughter, she teased me by asking if I had worked it out? ‘It’ being the location of the session. There was a little hesitation before I was presented with the answer, that Maggie alternates our sessions between Playroom and Clinic, hence I 'knew’.

Enough of what I 'knew' and more about what happened today. It was cold out, but after the covid preliminaries Mistress soon had me upstairs in the lovely warmth of her Playroom with instructions to change into my latex shorts, socks and gloves. ‘No need to chill your bollocks off in the bathroom slave, enjoy the heat and change into your latex here’. Maggie as always thinking about the health and wellbeing of her slaves; the perfect Mistress I think. 

It did feel odd not having to knock on the door and wait for Maggie’s command to enter and worship, but I presented myself at her feet as is always expected only to be greeted with a footwear quandary. Mistress was wearing open toed sandals that had just two glossy straps. Ironically I had to think on my feet, because the small amount of strap I had to worship didn’t lend itself to the the long slow licks that have become my worshipping trademark, and would likely have me in trouble for straying from her footwear. I licked and kissed the two straps, carefully moving the tip of my tongue along the thin leather until Mistress relented and indicated I could worship her tights as well, but only as far as her knees. Up and down the pale tights; several times up and down the red seams, I was lucky to be able to taste those magnificent legs at first hand. Occasionally I managed to nuzzle the top of my now latex hooded head against her red latex skirt, but only a fleeting contact…

Mistress then took a seat on my back as I knelt on the rug with my pants pulled down, and with her gloved up hands Mistress easily inserted my lubricated red butt plug into my lubricated arsehole. ‘There, that will get you prepared for something larger’, she said ‘And there’s no point pulling those pants up because you’re coming over my knee now!’. I knew I had disappointed Mistress with some very lazy work I had presented to her recently. I wont bore you with what was slovenly but suffice is to say I deserved any chastisement that was due (I always do). On the up side Maggie was now taking off her disposable gloves to reveal a superb pair of rubber shoulder length ones. It was certainly looking like I would receive my comeuppance by being punished by rubber. Is that possible???

Ordered OTK it was time to find out, and yes, Maggie dished out a long hand spanking with her fine gloves on until she was satisfied I was contrite, and then some… she used her leather black and tan paddles to increase the heat further. When I was finally allowed off her knee my ass was almost as red as my latex hood, and I could still feel the damage a couple of days later. However, being over Mistresses knee, head down and groin resting on Maggie's rubber skirt, I think on balance, I enjoyed the punishment far more than I should have.

By now my butt plug was feeling quite at home in my warmed up ass, but Maggie was only prepared to allow it a temporary residence and had plans to have a larger model move in now. My plug was replaced with an inflatable vibrating one and naturally it was tested thoroughly before activities could progress further. Mistress pumped it up until I could feel its bulbous proportions filling me up and had run through several of its vibrating programs, then both the wires and pump were sealed inside my shorts and I was ushered through to the Clinic. I did say earlier that we were going into the Clinic and we did!.

Before I could be operated on I was given a task: to help Maggie with the extension for the couch. I’ve never been asked to fit it before so was surprised by how heavy and cumbersome it was to fix in place. I would recommend every good slave worth their considerable weight should learn to fix this extension on to save Maggie from all the heavy lifting. There are two square stanchions that slide into two square holes and you have to be careful and patient to get the alignment correct, oh, and don’t forget to push the stirrup adjusters out of the way before you start. Once lined up properly a quick nudge will have the extension nicely secured. Maggie then made the couch look very enticing by draping a cream latex sheet over it, and I needed no encouragement to mount it and become her lab rat again.

Maggie intended to try a little 'experimental' breath play using a rebreather bag combined with a previously untried resuscitator pump. Both were attached to the double ported GP5 I was wearing and an aroma pump was incorporated for additional stimulation. The idea was to pump air into me when the rebreather bag took its toll. However, the vintage resuscitator didn’t seem to want to play and Mistress soon realised that it was letting air in as well as out, which tended to negate the effect of the rebreather. Not at all the desired result, although I was quite happy receiving a whiff of aromas and a plentiful supply of nice rubbery flavoured air from the bellows side while the experiment lasted. Mistress believes she knows how to fix the problem and will be having me back for more resuscitating bellows experiments. I do hope so, because with the bellows put back in their box I was now having my breath controlled with the trusty rebreather bag, the reservoir of usable air lessening with every breath and I was gasping for air far too soon for Mistresses liking. 

My breathing was not the only thing that wasn’t up to scratch in the Clinic today, if Maggie thought my breathing was poor then my cock was a pittance, as she was about to find out!!  She was insistent that I wouldn’t be leaving the couch during the next part of the operation and that a catheterised slave would prevent any unplanned potty stops. I agreed immediately because the last thing I wanted was to cause Mistress any interruptions. The problem was that my cock had gone completely to sleep or was trying to hide, resulting in it reducing to the size of a small chipolata. This does make it incredibly difficult to insert the catheter and, in fact, on the first attempt the tube just coiled inside the foreskin and of course that was a pretty useless location. 

I have said on many occasions that my Mistress is resourceful and persisted in finding that little tip of the urethra. I got a familiar thrill as I felt the first inch or so find its mark and then it just slipped in ever so easily. Maggie really is an expert. The final act was to pump in 30ml of saline to inflate the bulb, I was happily sealed and could pee without any disruption to the proceedings.

Maggie had planned to perform a celebratory operation to acknowledge her 25 years as a Professional Dominatrix (The following Monday, 10th January), and now was the time to explain what was about to happen. She was about to create a 25 across a suitable canvas; my stomach. I of course agreed, not that agreement is necessary as I will do anything she wants, but she may appreciate her slave’s approval all the same.

Mistress had already prepared a suitable stencil to help her position her needlepoint and had marked these with a pen across the appropriate parts of my rather rotund stomach. Thinking back I am rather pleased about my large girth as it allowed Maggie far more room for her artistic flare. I hadn’t been rigidly restrained so far, which made sense as Maggie needed a pretty large uncluttered canvas to complete her needlework, not that straps are necessary as Maggie’s command is enough to keep me where she wants me, and I lay completely still to allow her easy access to her pin locations. It also meant that every so often, I was able to hold Maggie's hand to confirm that everything was fine. I liked those little sensual touches. I also rather appreciated the frequent stroking of my capriciously rising cock. It’s strange that by sticking a few (or in this case not so few) pins in my belly I get somewhat aroused!

The green, pink and yellow needles were applied systematically and carefully, following the stencil outline until Mistress was satisfied with the art work. I of course couldn't see the results but when I saw the pictures... Wow! Mistress is a real artist with her needle work. I am, however, pleased that Maggie only applied one candle per digit rather than 25 as you might do on a birthday cake. A little puff of the aromas, a gentle stroke of hand and cock and I was in heaven. I hadn't squealed, winced or moaned once and I think Maggie was almost pleased with her slave as I did get a ‘Well done slave’ as she lit her two celebratory candles.

However, the lack of squealing was soon a thing of the past, as mischievous Maggie decided that a little bit of electrical relief would be beneficial for her slave and it would be a pity not to make use of all those sharp little electrodes that had recently been applied. I can't remember having had a similar electrical circuit so didn't quite know what to expect.

Spectacular art work for 25th anniversary

Well, with the minute contact area provided by her two chosen needles, even at a low power setting the electric sensations were intense, verging on unbearable, and all the squealing and grunting that had been suppressed earlier came out all at once and I have to admit to begging for mercy. Thank you Mistress, your 25th jubilee celebrations truly were a scream!!!

The pins came out far quicker than when they were inserted and as a treat from Mistress Maggie for my good behaviour I was allowed to finish off this exceptional experience by worshipping that wonderful tights fitted bottom, and she jumped up onto the couch to allow me to commence. Licking was not the way, because every time I licked the tights resisted, but I certainly received a feast for the eyes and could cover it in my carefully placed kisses.

I started this blog by indicating the next session will be Playroom based. Mistress knows how to play with her slave and there is every possibility that she will throw a curved ball and return to the Clinic. I think I will return to just going with the flow and accepting what happens wherever it happens. Its a lot simpler for a simple slave.

A New Virus Variant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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