Needles and Pins

I have just been part of a most sensational and sensual session, where I believe I witnessed Mistress Maggie in her most happy state following her excellent performance with her slave. No Plan B's, no anxious moments, just the most wonderful pinning all over my torso.

I had to attend with minimal latex. “Pack your kit bag with your black shorts, accessories and your butt plug”, Mistress had instructed. And from that minimalistic wardrobe, only the socks and gloves would eventually be required; no shorts, no butt plug.

From the moment Mistress opened the door to The Chambers, it only took a few seconds before I felt I where I needed to be; in the zone. Maggie, with her hair in a bun, was wearing her black latex nurse’s dress adorned with red accents, and of course, red medical crosses complementing her nurse cap. Around her waist, a corset belt, not that it’s needed as she has a stunning body. I did notice, rather unusually that Mistress was wearing brown latex gloves normally associated with some form of medical procedure. Once more, from that moment I knew I wanted to do anything and everything to please my Mistress. My promise briefly flashed into my mind as a reminder, but it is already etched into my mind so I didn't dwell there.

That familiar urge to plant a loving kiss on her rounded orbs was suppressed as we mounted the staircase. I know one of these days my urge might overcome my training and heaven knows what reaction I’d receive from Maggie if I do 'accidentally' brush my lips against her cheeks.

In The Playroom, in a near naked state of just latex gloves and socks, I set about my first task of worshipping Mistresses shoes. Yes, flat black functional footwear without the same lickable, worshipable expanse as a pair of boots. Mistress knew I would have to move frequently to lick every part and took advantage by keeping her riding crop moving; giving the exposed parts of my back and bum a good thwacking with her crop, with little mercy shown in her blows.

It was at this point I glanced Maggie’s session notes for today, they looked voluminous and typed, Maggie must have put a lot of work and time into her session planning and referred to her notes frequently for confirmation that she’d not missed any part of them out. The first was offering her slave the choice of large or small anal beads as I knelt on the latex bed. A choice! Maggie was already playing a very devious game as she knows me well enough that I always go with whatever she desires so... I bottled out and said nothing. I anticipated that would result in the large string being inserted but no, one by one the four smaller beads passed my sphincter, each one accompanied by a very satisfying 'plop' as it entered the black hole.

Led by my collar through to The Clinic, I sat on the side of The Couch as instructed and was fitted with a nasal cannula. (The cannula pump system is one of Maggie's husband, John's, wonderful inventions). A couple of pieces of medical tape were used to prevent it from shifting while I had a red latex hood put on. Mistress spent a little time ensuring all holes were lined up then I was zipped in. It felt like I was once more becoming an anonymous rubber plaything, moreso when I was given a black rubber operating gown to put on, covering me down to my knees.

All the while, Maggie had adopted a very authoritarian stance with concise instructions, all delivered in a manner associated with a nurse or sister, sympathetic yet severe. A distinct smell of antiseptic filled the room, even the lighting was staged like a surgery, the main lights were dimmed low and the bright white light of an adjustable lamp was aimed directly at my face. It certainly appeared that Maggie meant business, in an unusual and disturbing way.

Mistress displayed a cold, clinical detachment to her patient as she laid out a tray with an assortment of needles, syringes and various other items that she would need for my treatment, along with bandages that were soon to render my hands useless.

Left hand first, I had to clench my hand into a fist whilst holding the end of the stretchy bandage and Maggie proceeded to wrap my hand, quite tight but very comfortable. By the time she had finished I was left with a stump where my hand used to be and to ensure the bandage remained secure, a wrap of cling film was applied. This was one of the most effective hand restraints that Mistress had ever applied and my right hand went on to receive exactly the same incarceration. I did start to worry a little because there was NO WAY I could get myself out of this pickle, but there again Maggie appeared happy and that was all I needed.

The next choreographed part involved Mistress quietly taking my blood pressure and using her cold stethoscope on various parts of my trunk and, regularly recording something, presumably the results, on a clipboard. Still recording on her clipboard I was asked questions about my physical health, which were either ignored or ridiculed, and that was before we even began discussing my small penis. My nurse certainly knew how to demean her patient! In all honesty, I was LOVING the humiliation by my beautiful nurse.

After a further consultation with her notes, I was informed that because I had failed to respond well to conventional treatment for my ailments, Protocol 17 would have to be used. Hmmm! Once again I was starting to become a little more concerned, particularly when Protocol 17 was explained to me as being a series of corrective injections. Their purpose was not to heal me, but provide re-education through discomfort.

Up went the gown to be tucked out of the way under my chin, allowing for body straps to secure me to the couch. Large amounts of surgical spirit, probably far more than necessary, were poured all over my stomach, cock, balls and thighs and spread about the area with an oversized, saturated medical swab. The application to my chest was tolerable, but bloody hell, the dousing of spirit on my cock and balls didn’t half sting. There was nothing to do but grin and bear it until the stinging subsided. It’s not like a needle that can be removed to alleviate the issues and I lay there waiting for the itch to stop!

Whilst I was mastering the lower stinging, Mistress retrieved several ice blocks. ‘These will help with preventing bleeding’, she announced. I was convinced by this, but in hindsight I think my nurse may have been bamboozling her patient. In any case, Maggie applied each ice pack to an area she wanted to work on next and they were COLD! Exactly what you'd expect from an ice pack.

Just how to say please

  And get down on my knees

Yeah, that's how it begins

  I'll feel those needles and pins

Hurtin' me, hurtin' me

By now Mistress was starting to refer to my body as just a slab of meat to play with and things began to get more alarming, one by one Maggie presented the syringes and needles before my eyes, so I got a real close up view of each one whilst she contemplated which to use first. Syringes were the first to be selected and Maggie carefully filled one with saline from a plastic vial and proceeded to stick it somewhere in my trunk, inject some of the saline then jab me in another location to empty it of the remaining contents, and there it was left, just dangling. This was repeated with several more syringes, each one left where it was after the contents were emptied. Although I couldn't see I had visions of Mistress suddenly call, 'One Hundred and Eighty', as each dart stuck in the dartboard.

Having skewered her meat with syringes Mistress moved on to the needles. At first their deployment was somewhat random, the shorter needles were inserted wherever Maggie fancied stabbing her piece of meat. The longer needles, once again paraded right in front of my eyes were going to be placed in a more structured manner. There were to be two patches of needles in specific patterns and others used for weaving. Bearing in mind that Mistress was constantly moving the ice block to the next area of embroidery, my cock and balls were now quite cold so that was the first point to receive clustered needles. At least Mistress was gracious enough to allow me some aromas now to reduce the pain of needles being inserted round my bell end, about eight of them I think.

Whilst this was going on, a large patch on the right side of my stomach was being super cooled and that would be the next sticking point! Not to put too fine a point on it, I was starting to feel like a pin cushion. Not only were the large needles deployed, Mistress appeared very happy whilst deploying six cannula needles at random, with one being pierced through my left nipple. That one was by far the worst of all my injections and I had to beg for more aromas, fortunately I was allowed a long puff.

Mistress reminded me that I was just a treatment site now, and that I would continue to receive the treatment that my nurse wanted until I chose to show more gratitude. At this point I started saying a lot of thank you’s, because, despite what nurse might think, I am always grateful for any and all the time she is prepared to allocate to her subject.

The gratitude was stretched even further when Nurse started attaching electrodes to the various pins and needles that now adorned the meat, enhanced with an electro pinwheel just to provide a little 'mobile' treatment. Then more of my nurse’s correctional saline injections, oh the joy! The things I willingly do for my Mistress/Nurse! And the final part of my treatment was introduction of the violet wand. This is definitely not something to be scoffed at, although I am full of gratitude on learning that there’s a limit to the power you can safely use with Mistress’s modified vintage machine.

Mistress removed 42+ needles and took care of the few bleeding spots that had occurred about my person. Because of the cold water run off from the ice packs, the couch had become messy and needed a good clean. It is remarkable how much mess can be created by a lot of water and a little amount of the red stuff. By comparison I had got off scot-free, at least I wasn’t leaking all over the place.

I will finish off with the lyrics of a song I discovered recently and wish to dedicate the sentiments to my wonderful Mistress Maggie. I would also add that this was one of the most relaxing sessions that I have experienced in terms of going exactly to plan, due to Maggie's mindset, comprehensive notes, instructions and guidance, a plan B was never required and I think she had a good time sticking pins and needles in her slab of meat.

With one wave of your hand

  I'm your slave to command

But I'm glad it's okay

  Oh, anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay

And that describes exactly what it felt like to be treated by the best of the best!

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.