No Sweat Slave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.  

A Lighter Session?

On what was forecast to be the hottest day of the year, I was really pleased when Mistress Maggie announced in the calling mail that she would be conducting a lighter session and I was to bring my latex shorts and T-shirt. I was greeted with the pleasant surprise of my Mistress wearing her latest creation; a Pearlsheen green latex apron, matching cap and amulets. I did notice that she was also wearing lacy stockings and her chunky soled white boots and, as I followed her upstairs, I got the most wonderful view of Mistresses bottom sporting a rather sexy pair of lacy, black pants. No similar opportunity, as in my previous visit for a quick stop on the stairs, but I did get the impression that Maggie’s uniform could keep her reasonably cool in the warming weather.

Arriving in the Playroom the room renovations were not quite complete, the plastering was smooth but yet to be painted, and the workmanship looked really good. No matter, Maggie indicated that we would be moving to the Clinic as soon as the preliminaries were concluded, and I was sent to the bathroom to return in my shorts, socks and gloves, my T-shirt was not required because of the impending ‘examinations’! 

Today’s worship ritual had me spending most of my footwear obligation kissing and stroking, whilst gazing up from the floor and musing how lucky I was to have such a beautiful Mistress. The occasional crop strike came with a verbal reminder from Mistress, ‘No licking today slave’, instead her crop did the licking in order to encouraged my diligence, but none its licks were delivered with venom, more a seductive caress. 

Before progressing further, Mistress took her time to select a suitable hood for her slave. The one she chose was quite bizarre. I was expecting the white one with perforated eyes or one of her many ‘standard’ latex hoods, but she chose one that appeared to have attached bandages which could be wrapped round to mask mouth, nose or eyes. More of this later.

I was led through to The Clinic to be presented with the Couch adorned with a latex sheet in the same Pearlsheen material as Maggie’s outfit. The couch had several items already neatly laid out on it, I couldn’t work out what they were but they looked plastic. Mistress may have planned a light session but I knew that if I were to be enclosed in any/all of the plastic items that my life would be anything but the subject of a ‘lighter session’.

Life certainly looked good for this slave as the chosen hood was strapped in place and Mistress reached under my crotch and fully opened the zip before ordering me onto the centre of the Pearlsheen. I could already feel the moisture released by unzipping the shorts as I slid onto the sheet. Bottom up so that Maggie could place a towel under my bottom and the ‘lighter session’ was about to continue. It was at this point that I really started to appreciate the versatility of my hood. One bandage wound tightly round my mouth and the other, for now, loosely across most of my vision. The mouth bandage was so expertly fitted that breathing and talking were totally off the menu.

I could breathe through the small nose holes quite comfortably and Mistress wanted me to benefit from aromas so fitted the cannula and pump that John, Maggie's husband manufactures, (exceptional value by the way), and the pump burst into life with its constant low hum barely audible, that delivers air to the nostrils. A quick squeeze of the pump bulb then transports an immediate hit of aromas via the cannula. 

Things were progressing nicely until my vision turned to gold opalescence as Maggie adjusted the second bandage to cover my eyes. Then it was touch and sound sensors that provided me with feedback. 

Maggie proceeded to undertake an upper body examination. The first thing I felt were percussion taps on various parts of my front followed by an obvious use of her stethoscope, I also received gentle caresses with her latex gloves and a short amusing moment. Maggie had fixed the mouth bandage with micropore tape and I could feel it coming undone. Naturally I tried to warn Mistress, but all that came through the bandage was ‘Me mothnhmmp cum undun. Felt it …’, so I tried to make it clearer by gesticulating with my hand. I tried so hard to articulate what I was saying that Maggie must have thought her patient had gone nutty, but the meaning eventually got through and I got a nice compliment from Maggie and that was the last time I was able to make use of my hand to caress my Mistress.

I heard something plasticky being unpacked, then what felt like a sleeve being rolled up my left leg, after a couple of seconds I heard a puffing sound and the leg splint started to inflate and eventually my leg was held rigid. I really must compliment Mistress on her lung capacity. She was able to inflate the splint in several deep breaths. You do have a magnificent pair of lungs Mistress!

Repeated for left leg then a short pause . I had had my blood pressure taken and a pulse monitor on my finger. Maggie removed these before splinting my arms in the same way. She then attached the couch stirrups and hoisted my rigid legs out of the way. That’s it, no more gentle rubbing of Mistress, in fact no more real movement.

As is frequently the case where Mistress wants to work on my groin area, a tight rope tourniquet is applied round the base of the cock. I was told to raise my bottom again and I could feel a cool steel instrument sliding up my bum, I learned later it was a proctoscope being inserted to open the way for the next guest.

Aided by a couple of welcome puffs via the cannula and a good blob of lube, the rectal proceedings continued. In went an inflatable butt plug and Maggie began inflating it. However, the plug didn’t feel fully lodged so in my gag language I asked for a bit more air in it. Maggie laughed and said I was a pervert, but she soon had it seated better and didn’t stop pumping until my cavity was full.

There were still a few health tests that Mistress wished to carry out on her slave. She has a glass thermometer but also the dilemma of where to insert it. Clearly under the armpit is impractical because of the inflated splints. Anally is quite clearly out of the question due to the rather large inflated insertion. Under the tongue can’t happen because of that rather tight bandage so, looking around, there was only one hole left. Yep, straight down my cock. Now I haven’t come across that method of taking a temperature before but I must admit there is a certain logic and it was rather pleasant having it sliding in and out and being located correctly, half way down one of my internal organs.

The next check involved an audible Doppler health monitor. Once Maggie had finished smothering her special gel over the parts that were to be examined for blood flow, her Doppler transducer was put to use. Sounds of my blood pumping were passed through a loud speaker, and I am certain that following an  extra burst of aromas the whooshing noise was definitely quicker. I suppose it was the extra blood being pumped through the cock and ball area. Hardly surprising when you consider the heightened tensions. Of course Mistress couldn’t resist using her wand on my exposed genitals, and I felt the blob of warm gel as it was dispensed onto the end of my cock.

Mistress sounded like she was having fun and hopefully not overstretching her shoulder when she announced that I would be undergoing a further series of sensitivity tests. The grip of electro loops became evident around my cock and a low flow of e-stim had me pulsating to the induced throbs. At this point I could feel four more stick-on electrodes being attached which enhanced the sensations in the lower regions. The power was gradually increasing and Maggie said she wouldn’t be turning it down until I screamed.

Well I didn’t. I was determined to see how much I could endure for my Mistress. I think I impressed, because Maggie did indicate that one of the circuits had maxed out at 99, and I have never achieved that level. I then enjoyed being stroked by what I was informed was a sprig of nettles, although the effect was somewhat overshadowed by the constant stinging of the electrodes as they continued their merry dance. Mistress must not have been entirely convinced I was feeling things properly and set about making sure with a pair of electro forceps. These were used to randomly nip me with painfully sharp electric pinches on all parts of my naked body...  including my nose! Now they had me almost jumping off the couch and surely proved I was receiving sensations. Still, every extra little bit of stimulation was really appreciated and assured my nurse that my sensations were just fine.

Satisfied that her slave was in reasonable health, Mistress let her compassionate side show, promising that she’d store something larger than the thermometer down my cock. I heard the opening of a sealed plastic bag and Maggie allowed me a quick glimpse of the flag pole of stainless steel that she was about to insert down my pee hole. Another infusion of aromas was delivered and the huge lubricated invader gently entered that darkest of places. In it went until Mistress was happy that the flag pole had a firm grounding and stayed in place. It was one of the larger sounds, a size 29 gauge I was told, and Mistress went ahead with milking her slave for the second consecutive session. 

My resolve weakened and after some gentle thrusting in and out of my cock and the electrics continuing to provide their own rhythm I climaxed. Deep down and blocked by the sound I came. Mistress wasn’t convinced but I know that sensation and Maggie milked me, simple as that.

Once the heavy breathing had subsided, Maggie had a final treat that she wanted to bestow. Moving up to my chest area I felt the cool drop of liquid on my nipple followed by ‘a sharp scratch’. A needle had been inserted and fluid was squirted under my nipple tissue. The exercise was repeated once more under the same nipple and then two syringes to the other one. I was hoping that whatever Mistress had injected would result in a permanent nipple enlargement, Maggie would have a field day having two larger nipples to play with, but unfortunately they were saline injections and they quickly returned to their normal size. As I was being released, they looked superb; my little buds were quite a bit larger.

I started off by saying Mistress Maggie wanted a lighter session but I have grown to know and love her dedication and that every session receives 100%. The great thing was that apart from Mistress saying she needed to sit down on a few occasions, she didn’t appear to have done any further damage to her ailing shoulder and arm. I had another fantastic session under my belt. I also managed to help with the cleaning of the equipment which, by now you may have realised is all part of my training. Thank you Maggie for a ‘lighter’ session. LOL

Caution: This 2:14sec medical fetish clip has audio.

You Raise Me Up

Today, Mistress Maggie had to work very hard to achieve her planned activities and I really do appreciate all that effort that Maggie puts in while entertaining her slave. The day was ushered in with the obligatory calling mail, where I only got the merest hint as to what Mistress wished to do with her subject.

‘Your rubber Mistress will be working magic with her uncompromising ideas and hopes you can rise to the occasion.’

A single sentence that didn’t give much away, but sufficient to start me on my upwards path to get me ‘in the zone’. I arrived on time, and as always my senses were instantly being overwhelmed by the vision of Maggie as she greeting me in yet another latex ensemble that I have never seen before. Mistress is a stunning lady and her sensuality was certainly enhanced by the hotpants and corseted waistline she had chosen, in contrast her legs were adorned in striking tiger print tights and boots laced upto her knees. When I see Maggie I always start getting deep into my sub-space, ready and willing to do whatever…

The first task after following Mistress upstairs to The Playroom, admittedly as close as I dare to that wonderful bottom, was to disappear to the Bathroom returning in just my slave collar, black latex socks and black latex gloves, which incidentally are brand new, zipped and chlorinated from a well-known supplier. I have learnt that Maggie does appreciate having her bottom cheeks gently stroked by soft, chlorinated gloves and I hoped that later I might be allowed to give a few gentle strokes to those glorious globes.

Anyway, to the business in hand, I lay supine on the floor in front of the most wonderful woman and set about worshipping her black lace-ups. It appears that using the riding crop across any bits in range has now become somewhat of a ritual, and I am not sure how I would feel if Mistress didn’t grant me a few clouts with the crop. On this occasion I needn’t have worried, because Mistress had already decided that after she had put her crop down my backside was going to receive considerably more than a few strokes with a plethora of instruments.

On my knees in front of Mistress I was told to turn round with head on floor. That naturally thrust my backside high and tight into the Playroom air. It was time for me to be reminded what a good whipping was really like and not the playful strokes of her crop. When asked about preferences I naturally opted for the ‘softer’ flagellation implements and picking up a suede whip Maggie got my whipping lesson in motion.

That was only the start, as Maggie progressed through a series of suede whips before moving onto more substantial leather ones with far more impact. The strokes I received continued to land harder and harder until my ass was stinging. Maggie worked her way through belts, tawses and a dressage whip, I could actually hear its swish, swish as Mistress prepared and aimed the next blow; these things I had never encountered before. The final couple of whipping strokes did make me jump as Maggie changed to her single tailed whip. Now, that one can really deploy a most painful sting, and I was rather pleased when Maggie declared that was enough.

Relieved of further pain I was left with a stinging arse and a smile, because I had barely whimpered while Maggie was obviously getting pleasure from reminding me that a good whipping can be a good release for both Mistress and slave.

Whilst I was in that very convenient position, Mistress lubed my arse with a well-greased finger and a vibrating butt plug then inserted. That kept me buzzing for quite a while, but more about that later.

I was quickly dressed in my Invincible suit, then seated on a chair. Mistress set about giving my head a thorough cling filming followed by a silver duct tape layer. The cling film was so accurately and tightly moulded round my mouth that even when I tried to breath out nothing escaped round the cling film, the effect was like having the most secure and sound deadening gag that I have ever experienced. A cling film gag, now that is a novelty.  

The next phase required really hard work from my Mistress, her intention was to seal me in the leather body bag, strap me to The Plank and raise me up using the overhead gantry. We assembled The Plank, but then I made a tactical mistake by suggesting that I be fitted into the bodybag whilst standing then ease myself down onto The Plank. I’d made the simplest of miscalculations, thinking I could bend my knees to lower myself onto The Plank. No can do! The leather body bag is also leather lined making it tough and virtually rigid, so we decided the appropriate method would be to lie the sack on the plank and for me to gently ease myself in. That worked a treat and goes to show that I still have a lot of learning to do to help my Mistress.

Word of advice for any wannabe plankers, don't bounce down on the plank and certainly not in the middle. It is a very strong plank but even that might have its limits, so be gentle.

Once incarcerated in all that heavy leather, Mistress completed the final touches of zipping and lacing me in. With all the extra exertion caused by my poor choice of bagging, I too was showing signs of exertion. Remember, my head was still cling filmed and taped, all the extra air flow had to be via my nose and I was snorting as I drew in the extra air. Mistress asked if I was struggling, but when I tried to say I was OK I couldn’t get any air past the gag and as a consequence couldn’t convey anything to Maggie. Like the caring person she is, she interpreted my funny noises through the gag as distress. Off came the head covering greeted by a 'That feels better' from me.

In the period that I was wearing my head covering it was fantastic, as a bonus, by the way my head had been taped I could still see through my clingfilm covered eyes. Head wrapping is a big kink of mine and today’s wrap was an all too brief and wonderful experience. My only comment is that I may have benefitted from a little more slack around my neck. Still, no complaints.

While Mistress was still in my sights I rather cheekily commented that it was unlikely that I would get the opportunity to stroke her wonderful bottom now, what with my hands hidden deep inside my body bag’s internal sleeves. To my delight and utter amazement, Maggie straddled my face so I could stroke it with my mouth instead. Her glorious bum in black latex hot pants descended onto my face, and that kept me busy for a while. Another example of how kind and caring Mistress can be towards her slaves. I certainly didn’t delay in kissing that thin black latex line between her bum cheeks. Hmmm …

Still on the subject of face coverings, I was then fitted into a rather nice gas mask and the sack’s leather hood was pulled up around it. Tan straps were used to secure me to the Plank and chains strategically placed to facilitate my suspension on the Gantry. 

I don’t know what it is with my arse and vibrating butt plugs, but there always seems to be a hic-cough whereby batteries run out, the remote doesn’t work, or like today it turns off accidentally. I often wear my Invincible suit with its many zips, and there may be one of the problems. The zip and on-off switch are in close proximity, and I think that every time I move, the zip comes in contact with the vibrator’s switch and it’s only a matter of time before the contact results in the off button being pressed. The plugs would be all well and good if I was lying there naked with my legs in the air, but my sessions are not like that. Typically they include quite a bit of movement and heavier multilayer bondage, meaning a device can be disturbed but cannot be seen or accessed easily, less wiggling in delight from me might help too! Mistress went on to successfully excavate the errant butt plug and insert an electro egg up the vacated orifice. Strong sensations from her Sensavox electronic device were soon being felt in the dark depths of my back passage.

Before Mistress started the mammoth task of raising me, she extricated my cock through both my suit and body bag and I was suitably prepped for the big lift. In a similar vein to a sea shanty, Mistress belted out a few strains from ‘You Raise Me Up’ as she undertook the task of hoisting me up on the suspended chains. I started to mumble along with it too as I am familiar with the tune but not the words, so I looked up the lyrics when I got home and I thought the chorus is how I feel towards my wonderful owner.

    You raise me up so I can stand on mountains

    You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

    I am strong when I am on your shoulders

    You raise me up to more than I can be

Anyway, that mumbling was soon stopped when Mistress attached a big bubble bottle and aromas hose to my gas mask, and as I bubbled away quite merrily I’m sure I detected the wonderful scent of Eau de Maggie in the water. Mistress was a little concerned that I might need a neck pillow, but the hood of the bag provided an ideal support and I lay there very comfortable, gently swinging and just happy to be doing whatever Maggie wanted to do to her slave.

I felt a sound being inserted down into my cock, then something else in the same hole and … it turns out I easily accommodated 4 sounds down my urethra that Maggie proceeded to pleasure her slave with as she slowly glided them in and out. What is unusual and only evident from the post session analysis, was the lack of stimulation from the sprig of nettles that Maggie was teasing me with. I usually get a really nice tingle from the many and varied methods Mistress uses for nettling, and I felt disappointed that I missed the tingling stinging results from this seasons’ bunch. Still, the nettle season is far from over, so if I’m lucky…

Two more electrodes were attached; one to the sounds and the second to the base of my cock, once activated electric pulses were rolling all about my nether regions while Mistress helped me to become a better all-round slave by gradually extending my thresholds once again. 

Mistress Maggie told me that she had achieved what she had hoped with the body bag and plank suspension, and that she would have loved to keep her subject in the bag for a lot, lot longer, but the suspension took a little longer and all good things must end. 

I would like once more to thank Mistress Maggie for all the effort that she invested into today’s session and I am a really fortunate slave to be owned by such a wonderful, kind and caring, if occasionally a little sadistic Mistress. 

Caution: This 02:09min leather suspension clip has audio

Disappointed

For the avoidance of any ambiguity with the title of this blog, I can honestly say I have NEVER been disappointed with any of the sessions that Mistress Maggie has so kindly allowed me to experience. In fact, I would go so far as to say that every one of my sessions has been pure enjoyment, possibly with the exception of the odd painful episode, electrocutions, mangina, cbnt etc, but those are exactly what I signed up for and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

So why disappointment for the title? Well I know today that I failed to perform to the highest levels that I have achieved in the past, and I learned in the session debrief that parts of the session that Mistress Maggie would reliably find very satisfying ended up being disappointing for her. That in turn has led to my disappointment in failing to reach the previous attainment levels.

I will return to this later in the blog but for now I will start with the calling email - 

‘…  Pack your kit bag with black t-shirt and shorts, socks and gloves, plus your butt plug just in case!

Your rubber Mistress will be giving you a lesson in how size matters before wrapping up with a theme that will almost feel like a party.’

It was unusual for Mistress to instruct me to bring shorts and tee-shirt and now my brain was in a fuddle as the mail was so nebulous that we could be enjoying anything and everything, so I arrived with my imagination running riot.

I was greeted by my Mistress in her tight black latex body suit, leopard print latex gloves, with those beautiful legs adorned with a pair of glossy latex stockings and low heeled black knee boots that produced an amazing squeak each time she moved. (That squeak proved most useful in echo locating my Mistress as she moved around behind me.) I have already described the mesmeric effect that glorious derriere has on me, and once again I followed Mistress to the Playroom as closely as I dare, intrigued by the future enjoyment.

Boot worship was divine as usual and Mistress outlined that the session would be in three parts, the first involved me dressed in tee-shirt and shorts with an exquisite latex hood. The horse was manoeuvred out of its resting place and I was handed the anaesthesia mask with the aromas delivery hose attached and told to mount the horse and prepare to have my holes opened. As an aside, I was able to get into a much more open position by moving along the bench lifting my legs off the floor and using that width of the horse to spread my butt. It also had the advantage of my head being off the other end of the horse and allowing easy aroma delivery.

It is an old adage that the size of what will fit in your mouth will fit up your bum and Maggie wasted no time in testing out the theory, sticking the first of three dildos into my mouth. Well that seemed to work as Mistress inserted it into her harness and after suitable lubrication slowly wriggled it into my other end. I think she whispered something about needing to exercise my anus before it healed itself up. Well, that first mounting with a generous helping of long thrusts certainly blew away a few cobwebs. The second larger dildo received a similar introduction to mouth then rear, and by this time I was thoroughly enjoying being f***ed by my owner and having the freedom to self-administer the aromas.

Now her third dildo was huge, or at least it appeared huge as Mistress used my mouth once again to check the girth of the flag pole that was about to go up my bottom. It did go in my mouth, but had it been food I’d still be trying to swallow it! Similarly, it was a tight fit up my bum despite me just having another reasonably big monster up there, Maggie wasn’t too concerned, she put it aside and moved onto the final plug; the electro-dildo!

Needless to say, this plug was administered by hand and was not tested for size in my mouth. A conductive pad was place adjacent to my scrotum and the sensations achieved when the power was turned on was… stimulating to the extent that I had to alert Maggie that much more of this treat would result in a sudden, uncontrolled explosion. At which point Maggie abruptly stopped, leaving me a little frustrated but relieved to have averted premature ejaculation.

Time for part 2 of three of this wonderful experience; breathplay. I was really relieved because it had been a while since Mistress had seen fit to really take my breath away and the lack of practice showed. First of all I was to be squeezed into the tightest of tight latex sacks. This sack started life with only a neck opening and when we first looked at it many months ago, we both said in unison that a great lump like me would never fit in the neck opening. Since then Mistress has given it a full length rear zip. Now that was a fantastic modification. Arms by sides, step in, legs together and Maggie slowly zipped me inside which leaves the wearer looking like a skittle, totally encased from neck downwards in slinky tight black latex rubber and totally helpless. You do need to be careful because it is difficult to maintain balance while so tightly encased.

My lack of balance didn’t last long, as Maggie placed the playroom chair immediately behind me and helped me to lower myself into a comfortable sitting position where two long lengths of hemp finished the job by tying her plaything to the chair. Mistress stood back to appreciate her bondage work before advancing towards me and smothering me with her breasts. Underneath her warm boobs I had to contort my face to allow sufficient air to get round those superb and nearly airtight breasts that had been dextrously applied across my mouth and nose. Being so close to Mistress and being almost unable to breathe was like being in heaven. Smothering by breasts has definitely hit the spot when it comes to getting back into breath play.

Alas, the next part of the breath play was where I really flunked out and disappointed Mistress. I'm a bit of a glutton when it comes to aromas and Mistress had spent some time modifying a plastic bag to allow a cannula pipe through, so I would be able to enjoy aromas along with some suffocation. The cannula was rested under my nostrils and secured in place with two pieces of tape. All was set; aromas were being delivered via the cannula pump as they should be and Maggie sealed my head inside the plastic. All OK so far. But I think I was expecting at least an adequate air supply as I had overlooked the fact that Maggie would be using her plastic bag for asphyxiation, not restricted breathing.

Unlike my first ever session with Maggie, where I was strung up for my first serious bagging experience and had managed to suck up all the available air, much of the plastic and could not wait for another go at breathlessness, I panicked this time and in no time at all I was begging for air.

Of course Mistress granted my request, but I knew that Mistress was disappointed with my total lack of commitment to this, one of her more enjoyable phases of my training. The post session inquest suggested that I'd let Maggie down and that I really had under performed in today's breathplay stakes. I must apologise to my Mistress for this disappointment and I think I need a lot more practice to return my performance to acceptable levels.

After the all too brief a spell of breath play Mistress moved on to the final third of her planned activities, and I am fortunate that she doesn’t hold a grudge because a slave performs badly. I think I even detected a little smile as I jiggled with the nettles and received in return a good dose of hot wax. First of all I was to strip off all my latex and assist with laying out the maroon PVC sheet below the overhead. 

I was still standing in my birthday suit when Maggie began wrapping me in shrink wrap, I held the end of the roll to give Maggie a good start in covering my upper torso. A good tight wrap that soon had me enveloped from crotch to neck with anything above that line now covered by a latex hood. Bearing in mind I could not move my arms at all, it was a little cumbersome getting onto the PVC sheet. I could sag onto the side of the bed and managed to lay down in a most ungainly fashion, but of course I was facing the wrong direction. More excellent planning by Maggie as it was a relatively easy task to use the PVC sheet to slide me through 180 degrees so that my legs could be raised above the bed to a pair of waiting ankle stirrups, that in turn were attached to the overhead gantry, exactly where Maggie wanted me for her forthcoming amusement.

A few good hefty pulls by Mistress had me suspended by my ankles with only my neck and shoulders resting on the floor. I still had no idea where this part of the adventure was taking us; Maggie of course knew exactly where she wanted her slave as she quickly and efficiently wrapped the lower part of my torso. It was actually quite comfortable but I couldn’t move my head to see what was going on in the rest of The Playroom.

However I did get the sense of Mistresses movements, because each time she was preparing a surprise her boots emitted their endearing ‘squeak, squeak’. So I wasn’t surprised when Maggie appeared at the end of the raised gantry and started attaching several pieces of light rope, until there were three cords dangling in strategic positions from the overhead. What did surprise me and I must say concerned me a little were the three holes Maggie created in her perfect clingfilm wrapping; one for each nipple and one at my groin.

What concerned me even more were the two candles that were attached to the dangling cords, followed by a silver wrapped nettle. Ah, I thought I had got away with that pleasure this year. I shouldn’t mention this but I have grown accustomed to and even like the tingling of the nettles. Being the end of summer it was a mature sprig that doesn’t sting quite as much, but I began moving my hips to get a better connection with her hanging bunch of nettles. That action stopped the moment Mistress lit both ends of each candle. Each time I twitched my hips to get a better contact, the dangling candles gyrated and I was showered predominantly across my nipples, by hot wax. Not too hot to burn but hot enough to excite. I found myself in somewhat of a predicament. Do I nettle my nuts, warm my nipples or what? I believe Mistress refers to this as predicament bondage. Well I took the only option open to me. Excite my cock and balls, suffer the hot wax treatment and listen to Mistress laughing.

In the end, I gave up all control, bucked my hips, splashed my nipples and thoroughly enjoyed the various erotic sensations. This part of the session only ended when Mistress detected the smell of burning string and thought it wise to extinguish the candles. Not wishing to waste the situation Mistress straddled my face and we had another bout of far more successful breath play as I was smothered beneath her delicious bottom. ‘Oops, I’ve forgotten to do something’, she said before quickly disappearing from the room. When she returned I could hear the rustle of thick plastic above me. Maggie came back in sight and she had donned her shiny clear plastic pants and promptly mounted my face once more for a final, plastic, breathless finale.

I did notice when we were quickly tidying up at the end of another exciting session that wax had splashed all over the PVC sheet, fortunately without leaving a mark on the carpet. I also got the impression that Mistress Maggie was pleased with this final part and complemented her slave that I had lasted so long and taken so much waxing and nettling.

As I said at the start, I had another thoroughly enjoyable session but I am not happy that I had cause to disappoint my Mistress. Perhaps more practice will bring me back to previous performance levels. Sorry Mistress for disappointing you but a big thank you as I thoroughly enjoyed yet another wonderful experience. With hindsight the calling e-mail makes complete sense and was accurate as to session content. Isn't hindsight a wonderful gift?

Caution: This 1:33s bagging breathplay clip has audio.